Seven Stones 5
Deep in the woods there is an old wooden cabin, it is at the end of a dirt road and is a stone’s throw away from a pristine lake that few know is hidden up here. The history of this cabin is one of blood, murder, madness, and the supernatural. Occult rituals, cult suicides, human sacrifice, cannibalism, and many more, the fact this cabin isn’t on a list of America’s most haunted locations and become a major tourist attraction is only because the cult that uses the site (said to be a door to the thousand hells) has several influential local families as members.
They failed, the two men were sent to this forsaken place on a mission to save the young woman now bound, gagged, and dressed in some slinky red dress forced on her by the cult. She is tied to a pole while the dank room is filled with robed men and women chanting “Seeka, Seeka, Seeka, Seeka,”
The two men are chained to a rig brought in as the cult leaders didn’t trust the old wood to hold these men even with chains. They are gagged and powerless to do anything but watch as an old woman is wheeled in, an old woman with horns growing from her head. The woman tied up is conscious and struggles as the old woman caresses the bound thigh.
“Perfect,” hisses the old woman, “You are a find specimen my dear.”
She looks up into the face of the girl as she wheels back a short distance, “I am Seeka my dear, this body may not seem like it now, but it was once young and beautiful like yourself. My spirit has kept this shell alive for nearly two hundred years; until this last year I was beautiful; when time catches up to these shells it catches up with avengence.”
She *chokes a laugh*, “even though I am powerful, your bodies are ill-suited to hold me my dear sexy young tits”
The girl starts to hurt her wrists struggling now.
“Restrain her!” demands the old horned crone.
Several cultist hold her still.
“Prepare my new vessel,” demands the crone prompting the cultists to force a strange fluid down her throat and one to bring in a lacquer box with a velvet lining inside cushioning a red gem stone.
“What is this?” asks the crone as her decrepit hand passes over the stone, “what power it possesses…”
“The Hell Stone,” whispers the cultist bowing and presenting it to the crone, “With this stone grand demoness the new vessel shall not only be able to house your greatness, it shall also be capable of wielding your full power without worry of destroying the vessel.”
“Such…magnificence,” says the crone, “embed the stone at once.”
The man passes the crone towards the other men, the drugged fluid now taking full effect and making the girl turn pale and fall asleep.
The crone licks her ancient lips at the two bound and gagged men, “When I am in my new body I will enjoy turning you to my side…you will enjoy it to,”
She wheels over to them and grabs one by his struggling crotch, “perhaps I should not wait to gobble your meat and potatoes…”
She licks her dry wrinkled lips as she starts to unzip the struggling man’s pants.
She stops only as the girl screams and red glow draws her attention, the gem stone is embedded magically into the girl’s forehead. A pair of forward curving brown horns appear on the sides of the girl’s head.
The crone turns, “soon pretty boy…soon.”
The man *sighs* as best he can through the gag.
The woman wheels over in front of the bound girl as the robed figures bowed on the floor fall silent. The head cultists chant,
“Great Queen of Hell, Master of all that is Damned, Lord of the True Hell, Master of all Sin, We call out to you to come to us and possess this vessel prepared for you, great master of the Inferno accept our sacrifice.”
The head cultist turns and cuts his hand, “Born from my blood, I sacrifice you to the Empress of the Inferno.”
He draws a sigil on the girl’s chest above her breasts and steps aside.
The woman in the wheel chair opens her mouth, a pink smoke snakes out head towards the girl.
The girl’s eyes shoot open, glowing red, her mouth stands wide, the cabin shakes and a red light streams in from outside. The pink smoke seems to hesitate a moment before suddenly and very quickly being sucked into the mouth of the girl.
The crone turns to dust and bones collapsing on the floor. The girl laughs manically and rips free of her restraints, floating the air, and unseen breeze floating her garments about as she survey the room now illuminated by the red light from the windows.
“I knew it,” says the cultist, “the Hell stone was perfect.”
He bows down, “Great Seeka, you are now upon our world fully and more powerful than ever before; the world is yours grand one.”
“Seeka?” asks the girl, “was that the name of the creature I consumed?”
The cultists look about each other confused.
She touches the gem embedded in her forehead, “Ah..the Stone of Sin, I crafted this so long ago I nearly forgot it even existed.”
She feels up the body she is in, “Ah…a young nubile creature…”
She turns to the head cultist, “I will remember you…a man who would sacrifice his own daughter to a demoness…hmmm….your soul speaks volumes, after she possessed your child you and these others intended to have a blood orgy, fucking these other two men and sacrificing them as well to become zombies.”
“Grand Seeka?” asks the head cultist, “is…are…”
“Your demoness is dead,” says the girl, “I am Chaykonaka…the Queen of Hell!”
The cabin shakes and feels to lift like an elevator.
“You are in my domain, this structure and all within her are now in Hell, your souls are mine, your lives are ended.”
She puts her arms down and the cabin is ablaze with the cultists bursting into flames and quickly becoming ash.
She turns to the two men, “I have no interest in wasting my time speaking to vile low class trash such as them…you however have an air about you…”
With a wave of her hand their gags are gone and they are no longer bound.
“Tell me your names…and I may free this girl…for I have no use for a proxy body.”
The two men look at each other, one says, “I am Sammy Gatling,” the other says, “I am Dane Gatling.”
The girl *laughs* a boisterous sound that shakes the very air with a burning heat.
“These are not your names,” she says lifting her hand; both men feel paralyzed.
She taps them on their foreheads with her long nail, drawing a drop of blood each and tasting it.
“A chaotic force,” she says, “has altered your names, your history, your very identities for the sake of a story; to make you an homage to a television show.”
She touches the gem on her head, “The same force that no doubt replaced the Demon Crystal those men no doubt thought they had with this…a Sorceress Stone; one of seven crafted in a time and place long ago.”
The two men feel faint, their memories feeling fuzzy; it dawns on them that all the hunting of demons and monsters they had been doing, tracking this cult, joining the hunters whose location they shouldn’t have even known; all of it has only been part of their lives for about two months.
The one who called himself Sammy says, “My…my name is Jeff….I’m…was a manager at a department store.”
The one who called himself Dane says, “Shit…my wife has to be worried about me…I was on my way to the office and then….I drove over your house and which…you had all those weapons.”
“That wasn’t my house,” says Jeff, “I don’t how I even got there…and we…we thought we were brothers and…we were taking orders from a woman on the phone…said she was our hunter mother…”
Chaykonaka looks bored, “Then it is done, return to your homes, return to the mundane if you wish. I return this body to your world with no memories of my presence.”
There is a bright red flash and the two men find themselves sitting by their car, the girl is asleep, dressed in slightly singed normal clothes. The cabin is burning down.
“How do I explain this to my wife,” says the man who was called Dane.
“Screw that,” says Jeff, “explaining this shit right here to the cops is going to be hard enough.”
“I’d go with drugged my a cult on your ways to or from work, and snapped out of it right when things were going Jones’ Town on you.”
It is the same woman’s voice they remembered from the phone calls.
Sitting on the car is a woman with a fairly large rack, long un-naturally especially as it doesn’t look be artificially colored green hair, dressed in some Renaissance fair sorceress green with gold trim costume and cape.
The two men stand up and reach for weapons that aren’t there, taken by the cultists.
“Calm down now boys,” says the woman, “Don’t want to wake up the girl, poor thing, although the remnant effects of Chay’s possession should be interesting to watch. I bet she could become a much more interesting hunter than you two knock-offs; surpressed demon powers, a…ooooh…a slayer, hunting evil with evil powers; going to have to give her a new life…what with her mom and dad both burned up and…well…cultists that were trying to sacrifice her to a wannabe demon queen.”
“Who the fuck are you?” asks the ex-Dane (Tim…his name is Tim).
“I am the one who made your lives more interesting,” says the woman.
“You stole our lives,” accuses Jeff
“and gave you an out, you will get 15 minutes of fame…unless you want to continue hunting…I am giving you the choice now. Return to your mundane lives, or continue as my hunters.”
“Fuck you lady,” says Tim, “I have a wife and kids and…”
She’s gone, no flash, no time goes by, just not there, nor is the girl who was in the car.
“Fuck this,” says Tim, “I am walking back to town and calling the cops myself and…”
A green wave swallows Jeff as a black wave swallows Tim, the two waves collide and retreat.
Jeff is now standing in a green field with a large mansion in the background and a table with tea and stuffed animals nearby; a woman is sitting there wearing a green almost see-through dress and has long green wavy hair.
“Could have sworn I implied no,” says Jeff walking over, he stops as the stuffed toys start laughing at him.
“I am not the one you spoke to,” says the woman sipping her tea, “That was Sally…I am Misaline…her daughter and…”
She looks at Jeff and looks around, she narrows her eyes as she says, “Shit…thought it felt like someone else was making a grab into a Sally Show…mmmm…I wanted both of them..”
Misaline twirls her fingers opening a portal to find a dark place, barren rocks and a woman dressed as a dominatrix with long black hair has Tim tied to a rack and bound.
“Hey!” shouts Misaline, “that’s my toy!”
The woman turns and aims her riding crop at Misaline, “Little girl, just because your mommy fucked with these men’s lives doesn’t make them yours my default.”
She smacks Tim’s toned ass with her riding crop, “The show Sally ripped off…and even her rip-off was one big…cock tease after another…”
She manifests a vicious looking strap-on dildo, “So I am going to let out every single one of those frustrations on this guy who your mommy resurrect three times in three months thanks to dealing his soul to me when the show was over. So I will have my fun with this pretty boy.”
Misaline bites her lip and twirls her finger at Jeff making him levitate.
“Wait a second,” says Jeff
Misaline yells, “If I can’t have them both then I don’t want either of them, especially not just the whiny one!”
She magically flings him through the portal which closes behind him; he rolls across the ground over to the dominatrix.
Chains erupts from the ground around his arms and legs as she puts her boot on his chest.
“Lady,” starts Jeff looking over at Tim who has a ball-gag in his mouth.
“I am the Sorceress of Shadows,” says the woman, “Mother of the twins of Death, Goddess of the Dark Realms beyond the Shadow Veil.”
She lets her foot off, his clothes magically vanish, replaces by tight constricting black leather clothes as he is also tied to a wooden plank that rises up into the. With a flip of her wrists the contraption morphs and bends him over onto all fours while a ball gag fits into his mouth.
She looks him in the eye, “You will call me queen.”
She sits on his back, her strap-on slapping the small of his back. A device appears that forces his head to turn and look at Tim, who likewise has a device fixed to his head forcing him to look at Jeff.
“A shame you don’t still believe you are brothers,” says the Sorceress, “that would make for some fun…well…”
She kneads his ass, “First to shave this hairy ass.”
Jeff can’t escape as he feels a lotion materialize and cover his ass and a series of razor blades slide around it.
“Much better,” says the sorceress, “but you still need lubed up before you can handle me.”
Jeff can hear something oozing behind him, and see what looks be a green slime-girl approaching.
“You fuck him,” says the sorceress, “while I have some fun with the tough guy.”
The contraptions on their heads vanish so they no longer have to look at each other. However Jeff feels something as the smooth slimy woman puts her hands on his hips, something like a dick head pressing against his anus, that effortlessly slides into him all the way, halfway back out, then slams his ass. It’s not as painful as he would have thought, then again this creature might as well be made of lube.
Tim is not so lucky as the sorceress leans down in front of him taking his entire dick in her mouth, he feels his shaft slide back as his balls slide over her lips and in there as well; then *chomp*. He winces but there is no pain, he feels nothing except something new…something squishy between his legs.
The ball-gag vanishes.
“What the fuck did you do to me you crazy bitch!” yells out Tim.
Tim’s whole body shakes in a way he could never have imagined as the sorceress plunges three fingers into his wet pussy. She pulls them out and plunges them back in making Tim *moan*
“You’re ready,” says the sorceress.
With a gesture the contraption goes horizontal lining him up with her waist.
“Woah…hold on…” says Tim.
She lines up the head of her giant strap-on with Tim’s virgin pussy, “A one,”
She backs up and just slightly stretch the lips with the head going forward before backing up again, “two…and”
Just as she plunges forward Tim vanishes in a red flash; the green slime girl leaps back shrieking as her fuck toy also vanishes…right off her dick like extension.
Sharon turns, an irritated expression upon her brow as she stares directly at the woman in red with red eyes, dark brown hair trailing down her back, long red dress and foreword curved horns upon her head. No doubt words in a fashion pass between the two, these two entities that defy human comprehension.