synopsis: Sheila Carstairs Summons a Demon, known for preferring to respond to sorceresses, to learn what or who caused the huge disturbance in the magical energy.

 

Sisters of Raven Square

by Misty Dawn and Christy Lake

Part 02: Demonic Demand

 

It was a dark and windy night, the storm, huge and fraught with lightening and crashing thunder, encompassed most of the north-east. The wind stirring against the windows, noisily begged to come in. Rising gracefully from her comfortable chair, ignoring the breezy call, Janet Wainwright, a woman of incomparable, motherly beauty, moved about the house, to once more check the windows, making certain all were secured. It was late and her bones were weary. The woman was suddenly nearly overwhelmed by the sudden awareness that someone, somewhere, had suddenly unleashed a tremendous amount of the Goddess' Energy.

In the spacious country kitchen of a modern farmhouse near Burlington, Vermont, Sheila Carstairs froze. After concentrating for just a moment, she strode to the wall phone and punched a speed dial number. "Janet, this is Sheila. We've got a problem. Someone has just expended a powerful burst of energy!"

"I know, Sheila, I felt it, too; probably a trainee. What did you notice?"

"I just caught a flash of very tightly controlled, clean pyrotechnic action. That is the reason I don't believe it was a trainee."

"No, it has to be a newbie. I've never felt that one before. By the Goddess' skirts, this newcomer is powerful," Janet spat her words empathetically. "Did you read the location, Sheila?"

"All I can tell you is that the person is someplace in North America, and I too, have never felt the Goddess' power manipulated by someone with this signature."

"Well, that was quite a signature!" The older witch groused, and then sighed. When are you going to City Bluffs?"

"The week after the Fourth of July, Prue and Tony are dropping Jenny and settling her into her dorm on the fifth, as I understand it. I'll need to be there by the next Thursday I guess."

"Well, get that girl into the Initiate program and explain the facts of the 'craft, get her to begin taking in the Essence. She is a power that needs to be carefully trained. If I am reading the portent properly, we will need all the strength we can muster."

"Did your new student arrive okay?" asked Sheila turning the conversation from Jenny.

"There was a hold up of her papers in Cairo. She is on her way but won't get in until two o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"What do you know about her?" Sheila pressed.

"Not too much. Only that Prudence and Anthony found her wandering around some ruins they were working in. She's young, unattached and has no living family. She's also a Demonic User so the three of us should have something in common at any rate."

"Okay, just keep me informed. I'll go down and dust off the tomes in my library."

"Yes, you should do that." The elder chuckled and closed the connection. Sarauk sounds delicious. The elder witch had high hopes for this girl.

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Still fearful over this latest, most incredible usage of the Goddess' Power without the proper ritual necessary to the control of impossible consequences, determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, Sheila Carstairs prepared her altar. Using the correct candles and procedures, Sheila prayed to the Goddess, asking for permission to use the Power. Then, after being granted permission to use The Power in her endeavors she made a fateful, fearful decision—it never hurt to call on all the allies at one's disposal—and then, before she could lose her nerve—it had been a long time—the witch set to and cleaned the large space in her basement, then started the long process of grinding and sifting the ingredients—she would need plenty—she would have to draw the hexagon inside a circle, to draw the perfect pentagram, which was inside an inner perfect circle, exactly right.

That night before retiring, she performed the ritual of bathing in salt water and began her fasting with an enema—she had to do this, this was demonic magic—laid the perfect pentagram, drawn the circles, she had gone to bed. She had been successful... so far. She had been dealing with demons a very long time and was well aware of the possible terrible consequences of such action, but finding that powerful user was just that important.

By eleven o'clock the evening of the next day she was finished making the design and mixing the ingredients to put on the brazier to do the actual summoning. "Now, I need to dress!" she scolded herself looking sharply at the clock as though to stop time. From all she could learn from all her many hours of research, this particular demon liked dealing with attractive women dressed as feminine as possible.

After a quick bath, she put on her black half-cup bra, matching panty and garter belt. She arranged her hair in a flowing cascade down her back and over her shoulders. She put on full evening makeup, chandelier earrings; a semi- sheer ceremonial robe of shimmering black silk exposed plenty of leg below the upper-thigh hem. A pair of strappy sandals with a four-inch stiletto heel finished the ensemble.

She had fasted for the required twenty-four hours. Her body was clean, inside and out as required—it seemed this demon was very fastidious and would deal only with those who were clean. The earrings and the hooks on her bra and garter belt, she was wearing were of ivory, bone, or plastic—no metal.

Dressed and ready, she made a last review of the procedures. The last circle was supposed to be a fine circle of natural chalk and non-iodized salt. Jenny had ground and used natural chalk and salt. All was ready. At precisely midnight she used her magic to light the brazier in the center of the pattern. A dense plume of rust-colored smoke rose up and filled the inner hexagon. Seconds later the smoke swirled into a vortex and twisted slowly back into the brazier. To her surprise—she had been expecting anything but this—she saw an incredibly good-looking older man, slender, and not so very tall, standing on the carpet next to the brazier. Without thinking, she took a small step forward. Then the demon took a step towards her. The move in her direction caused her to take a small step backwards.

With disdain and affected airs, it moved slowly towards her. She noticed it was wearing black leather slippers, and what appeared to be silk pajamas, with an elegant, if slightly worn, quilted burgundy smoking jacket with black silk lapels. With contempt in its eyes, it took in the entire scene. The same color as its neatly combed hair, a pencil thin mustache adorned its upper lip. It paused, looking a moment as though lost in thought, and then said, "I am Mister Bel-Har-Kel, the Demon. You have summoned me from my pleasures…"

"My apologies, my lord Bel-Har-Kel; I beg your indulgence."

"Yes, you may beg, and beg quite often. I am now your Master." The demon's eyes came to rest on her. Disdain and contempt suddenly became condescension.

When it studied Sheila, in her transparent robe, if Bel-Har-Kel ever had any doubts about what to do with her, they disappeared. The moment it saw those long legs and shapely thighs stretching from the hem of the short robe all the way to the floor; it felt she was simply the best looking boy's toy it'd ever had the pleasure of using. If she was perhaps a tad older than it preferred, she was sizzling and sexy in her ceremonial robe, standing a scant inch from the circle. The demon had to wonder if she realized she had broken the barrier with the toe of her sandal in her astonishment. Thank the Master for her surprise!

With an arrogant smile on her face, she knew this was not the time to shy away from this task, because she knew she was in charge here, the demon knew that it was hers to command, whether it liked it or not. "I think not, Mister Bel-Har-Kel. I am the mistress here; you are called upon to serve Mistress Sheila Carstairs!"

Bel-Har-Kel grinned and pointedly looked at the break in the circle. It was time to tame this arrogant and bitchy shrew. "Perhaps, my pet, had you not stepped back, you might not have broken the barrier, but it is broken and that, my precious pet, is, to me, an open invitation, and its now time you learn the serious consequences of that misstep."

"No!" Sheila shrieked as the demon moved towards her again, backing her fearfully farther from the circle. "No!" she cried again, staring at the break in the circle disbelieving what she saw. "No! You may not exit the circle! The circle was not broken when I summoned you!" The tone of her words spoke of futility.

"Sheila, it is done. You cannot now prevent my taking what I want from you," chuckled Bel-Har-Kel while its eyes stripped her of the filmy garment clinging seductively to her curves as it followed her. The barrier had been broken and the demon was now free to do as it pleased with her now and forever. In her heart of hearts she knew she was its plaything and that there was nothing she could do about it. "Why, you even bathed in fresh water, washed away the meager protection the salt bath might have afforded you!"

Realizing the truth of its condemnation, Sheila barely felt the pick of the mental probe inserted deep into the very core of her brain. Within seconds she was completely under and in its control. "Now, my cherished, you may walk before me, with a sexy sway of those luscious hips, lead me up the stairs into the living room where you will begin your enservice, maid Sheila."

Obediently, possibly for the first time in her life to utterly obey another being, the woman walked before a man. She knew why it had her walk in front of it and could almost feel its eyes on her rump as she moved up the stairs towards the living room. She was aware of everything he did, aware of everything it meant to do. She did not want to take Bel-Har-Kel into the living room and fought the doing with each step, knowing her failure with every step she took.

The demon reveled in her helplessness, her misery of swaying her shapely buns, as her master had commanded, in her unhappiness of knowing it followed, her discontent at knowing it was watching her saucy behind. The demon's hand squeezing its very male organ through the pants at the knowing this haughty human was its toy now. That she was fighting its control every step of the way excited the dark one further. Playing a bit with her mind, it had her believe it was her idea to invite it to be her master; an entertainment, for the moment. Then it had her believe it was Ben Harkel, a nice old guy who lived just down the lane from her.

Upon entering the living room, Ben Harkel sat on the couch, crossed his legs. Sheila was thinking the man was being a bit rude by sitting before she'd seated herself. Then as she attempted to be seated, she found herself, without knowing why, asking if he would mind if she sat down. In her entire life she could not ever remember asking a man for permission to sit. A wave of confusion washed through her mind and Ben Harkel was gone.

"No, don't sit," demanded the Demon Bel-Har-Kel, wonder how she was able to fight his will so well and so fiercely. One very intriguing human!

Sheila froze on her feet. "What?" She reacted as dictated, and not quite sure what was going on!

"Shut up!" Bel-Har-Kel said in conversational tone. It didn't want to chat with Sheila at this point - they'd be doing a lot of talking later on. "Come here, my pet."

Once more against her will, she moved as directed, fighting every step.

"Kneel there before me."

Though she tried to object, Sheila discovered she could not speak and that she did as it wanted, so obediently, her body acting as though she was on remote control. Even though her body was perfectly obedient, and her mouth was shut against her will, her eyes told a different story. Bel-Har-Kel could read the shock and the revulsion in her eyes as well as the furious anger fighting to surface through all the other intense emotions. He loved it!

"Sheila, you may now speak, but only to answer my questions. A simple yes or no will suffice. You are to say nothing more. You are now my pet, my plaything, my toy, my slave, or any thing else I may want you to be. Do you understand this?"

"Yes."

"Do you accept the fact that I am now your Master?"

"No!"

"Good. I want your obedience, not your complacency."

Then, he began to ask a few more critical questions: "Are there any servants in the house right now?

"No!" The contempt in her voice was clear even though she was answering Bel-Har-Kel obediently. She could guess the reason why she could not lie to it. She knew she couldn't; she'd tried that already. Though fear was ripping at her insides, she was not able to display it or he would use it against her!

"Do you expect anyone to come over today?"

"No!"

"Good! We wouldn't want any disturbance! Let's see you taking off your kinky robe while on your knees in front of me!"

Red faced with a mixture of anger and humiliation, obeyed by untying her belt, and then to allow her ceremonial robe to drift into a heap on the floor at her side.

For a moment Bel-Har-Kel felt as though its Master had given it the world. The witch was stunning in black panties and bra. It was an especially erotic set right off the pages of Fredrick's of Hollywood! Master be damned! This piece was its to play with at its whim! At that moment, he considered taking her right there and humping her for the next eon! But he had to restrain himself he wanted her to fully live the reality of serving him!

"Alright, here is the deal My Pet. I've a special power that enables me to control you. I can control your opinions and your feelings, do anything with you I wish! I absolutely control your body, which I will use for my pleasure, and your actions, which I will use to my advantage. It ain't fair, but whoever told you life was fair, lied to you!"

"Will you dispute what a snotty, uppity bitch you are?"

"No."

"That's good, My Pet. I am going to take it upon myself to teach you the proper manners expected from a fine lady, as well as offer you a contract for my service. You will learn the virtues of obedience and respect, to and for the male of your kind, as well as obedience to and respect for me. Do you understand this?"

"Yes!" The flare in her eyes expressed it all.

"Of course, and let's be brutally honest, the main thing here is for me agree to help you discover that Magic User that has frightened you so much, is that correct?"

"Yes!" Now there was a note of desperation in her answer. He had given her that slender ray of hope all humans seek in times of dire straits.

"That User has frightened you so that you are willing to call on me for that help, knowing that I would expect to rape, nail, screw, violate you in any way imaginable, to simply have my way with you as I choose, in exchange for my help. Am I correct?"

"Yes." There was a reluctant tone in the word.

"If you agree to all of the above, I will give you what aid I am allowed, toss in beauty, brains and a long and healthy life, just because I like your spirit, Girl. The alternative is that I will toss you back where I found you and offer my services to the one you seek to destroy. You do understand what I am offering?"

"Yes." The reluctance turned to hope.

"Normally I demand a seven year contract. I am free so you have nothing to bargain with. But as I know what the future holds, and that you hold one of the keys to the survival of mankind, and because I am dependant on mankind for my own existence, and know that you will be a major character in the play that is about to open, I will offer you a seven month contract. For the next seven months, you will be performing all my wishes perfectly, obediently, and with some willingness. After Seven months there will be a conditional ending. Do you agree to this contract?"

The woman on her knees before the demon was astounded. She had expected eternal torment. Instead all he demanded was seven months and a condition! She had no doubt he would heap a lifetime of such torture and degradation as he could manage for those seven months, but she could handle it if she knew there was and end to it. "Yes."

"So, shortly I'll be telling you the day's plans. But, before we get down to that, let's see you entirely naked."

"No, remain on your knees, darling." The words prevented her standing.

"That's right bitch, not a single garment to remain on that fantastic body of yours."

Impossibly, she could feel subtle changes taking place within her as she stripped. Wrinkles and crow's feet were disappearing. Her breasts were becoming firm and youthfully up thrust again. Her skin smoothed to a suppleness a twenty-year-old would envy. While she stripped, she had to give it credit; it did its best to keep its cool as her terrific new body was completely revealed to it. Even through her fear, she realized what she was, the object of its lust, and the subject of its rampant desire, its naked slut, and just a few feet from him, totally helpless and at its mercy. Suddenly she knew what real power was and how to wield it!

"You know you're a great hunk o' woman-meat, don't you Sheila? Of course, you do! Go fetch me a cold beer from the fridge!" It was incredible, a demon, one of the Lords of the Underworld, suddenly acting all too human!

Totally naked, Sheila left the living room swaying her tight and curvy ass at Bel-Har-Kel, the nice old guy who lived down the lane from her. Somehow it pleased her that he sat on the couch and watched her naked body in action. Something very deep within stirred and she knew she was going to do all she could to please the "man" in any way he wanted for the next seven months, though she had no idea why, or what the significance of the seven months was. Once more the confusion washed the image from her mind,

When she got back, it was Bel-Har-Kel, the demon, who ordered: "Alright, now follow me!" It displeased the demon that she recognized it as Bel-Har-Kel. The witch's will was very strong.

Obedient to its demand, Sheila followed Bel-Har-Kel to the large picture window facing outside. While she had been in the kitchen, the demon had moved a large leather easy chair into position facing the view of the lane outside.

"Sit on the chair. That's right, right in front of that large window! Yes, ah, like that!"

Sheila complied, sitting on the cushion with her back to the room, with her knees close to the window, and her sex facing the world at large outside!

"Spread your legs, Girl! Push'em wide apart, as far as they will go! That's right, like that. Bitch! Keep your hands on the arms. Yes, you're right. Everyone should be able to see you. The house faces the road, for crying out loud! Of course some pervert could see you and decide to park his car outside the window. Oh, you are worried that he might try to come in. Well, that's a different story, or if some thief breaks in and walks into the living room. What a spectacle that would be!"

When Sheila had assumed the position as directed, Bel-Har-Kel went outside to be certain that her whole body, including her face would be displayed properly. When it returned, the demon pulled a chair over and set in it next to the window with its back to the wall. The demon knew it was not visible from the lane out front. Bel-Har-Kel told her it was a great set up. "Now, you'll be answering my questions. Yes, we're continuing our little Question and Answer session! You'll tell me all about your sexual life. You'll leave no secrets untold, no fantasy uncovered, no matter how private! You'll tell me your wildest, most outrageous fantasy. And do play with you self as we chat, but do not bring yourself to orgasm,"

The demon Bel-Har-Kel had no doubt this was rape…the worst sort of rape. It was violating not only the body, but the mind. The demon would bare not just the body, but also the mind. And it was every bit as sensational as raping her body! Making it better, it set controls in place to greatly increase her sexual sensitivity. Bel-Har-Kel meant to penetrate every part of her mind that was private, casually open her every secret, and expose every shameful experience. It meant to toy with the most intimate, even forbidden parts of her entire life.

Sobbing softly, Sheila was slowly forced to expose all her intimate desires. Humiliation grew more and more intense as she discovered she couldn't help but reveal how she loved to have sex in public places, how she lusted after some of her friends, as well as their husbands, even how she was thrilled when assuming a domineering role in sex! Listening to her own voice recount her sexual sentiments was extremely stimulating. The touch of her hands on her breasts, tummy, groin, and thighs sent wonderful stimulating jolts to every inch of her body. She could smell her own arousal and could feel the liquid evidence of her arousal slowly running across the leather seat, trapped between her thighs. She was forced to tell, in embarrassing detail, how she lost her virginity, her most outrageous sexual experiences, what she thought of men and their sexual performance.

"Now that you have freed me from the Under World, for seven months anyway, I have many things I want to do. I will be back to enjoy you soon. For the now, you will remain here the rest of the day, except to relieve your self and to eat. When a car goes by outside there, you are to wave and smile, precious. I want everyone to see and appreciate your new beauty. This you will do until one hour before midnight. I will return at midnight to enjoy your body thoroughly. And please do remember I prefer clean. And wear something sexy, won't you? You will continue to fondle your sex, but remember, no coming."

Though it had other, more convenient modes of travel at its disposal, Bel-Har-Kel left the house walking dressed, with the snap of its fingers, as a 'Lord of the Manor'. As it walked into 'the coming dawn, it polarized the window its prize sat behind with a second snap of its fingers. This made it impossible to see clearly through the window from the outside, even with the living room light on. Ole Demon Sex was not a cruel demon as Demons go; it just liked humans to fear and respect the demon Sex and savored their humiliation.

Idly wondering when that other spoiled rich bitch, Jenny, would come to visit her aunt, it imagined it would be most enjoyable taking her down as well. Perhaps he'd pair the two uppity bitches for a tryst! Getting them to know one another in a whole new way would help to relieve the boredom for awhile.

 

The End of Part 02, Year 1, the Raven Square Story, in the Sharla Winslowe Universe – Part 03 next.

  

  

  

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