Gregory pushed the white curtains to the side to peek outside and was immediately greeted by a pair of captivating dark blue eyes that could almost see into his soul. There she was again as if waiting for something to happen. He wouldn’t say no to that if it involved her losing her gothic clothes so he could stick his dripping cock inside her ass.
“Who?” Brian returned from the kitchen with a six-pack of beer as he waited for the hockey game to start.
“Ah, her... I wouldn’t pay her much attention if I were you. That woman is weird.”
“She just is, okay?” Brian reached for his friend and closed the curtains again. “The way she moves, the way she talks... She gives me the creeps.”
“As hard as this may be for you to believe, no I don’t. I’d rather she moved to be honest.”
The two had shared a dorm in college and became close ever since. Brian was always the quiet and reserved type, while he loved to party more than a functional human being should ever do. Excesses back in the heyday had been plentiful and not worth remembering although one would stick out forever in his left arm. It was a long, serrated scar of approximately six inches he had received after drunk driving into a police station. Jail time cured him of most vices, but there was one that resisted Time at every turn. Gregory was addicted to sex. As he usually said, “as long as it had two legs, he’d bone it for sure.”
“Katrina, huh? So that’s her name... How long have you known that, and why is this the first time I’m hearing it?”
“Interesting... Was her friend as hot as her?”
“We could if I didn’t have a feeling there’s something else you’re not telling me. Give it to me straight once and for all, Brian. What’s really bothering you?”
“Do you promise this will stay between us?”
“This happened about a month. It was a Saturday night, and I was trying to get some shut-eye when I swear I started hearing strange chants. Not really sure what they were all about, but they were definitely coming from her place. I got up, looked through the window, and saw a bright light on the top floor. The chants were getting louder, buzzing inside my head like an annoying alarm, and when I tried to close the window...”
“I saw her, okay? I saw Katrina right outside looking straight at me. There’s no fucking way she could have been out there with a fucking ladder, and yet she was. Her eyes were burning like the very fires of Hell lived inside them, and I tripped and fell backward against the bed. When I blinked, she was gone, and so were the chants. Everything in my house was quiet as well as the outside, but the lingering dread remained. It was the most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Yeah, it is, because it still feels real to this day. I know you don’t believe me and that’s okay, but my gut tells me she’s bad news and I don’t want to see you caught up in things you don’t understand, let alone can handle. Promise me you won’t try to get close to her, okay?”
“I’m serious, Greg!”
“Sometimes, you’re the worst!” Brian grabbed the TV remote and upped the volume. The match was already underway.
* * *
Things could have continued to stay on the same course were it not for the day when he drove home under a blanket of rain to find the mysterious woman standing outside his house, smiling.
Gregory drove the car inside the adjacent garage, intrigued by her presence. What was she doing there and how did she know where he lived? More questions crossed his mind, but those two were the most pressing ones. Stepping out of the vehicle, he stood at the threshold of the garage looking straight at her and asked,
“Yes, you can,” she replied, with a slight Eastern European accent. “We need to have a word, Greg.”
“The same way you know mine. Your friend Brian told me. He’s actually the reason I’m here tonight.”
At first glance, Katrina didn’t look menacing at all, except when she did. One moment, everything about her was innocent save for the make-up, and in the next, he was staring into the face of a confident predator who had come to collect its next prey.
“I think you’re mistaking me for someone else, sorry.”
“So you two are best friends now? Because after what we told me about you, that’s hard to believe.”
“I may just do that, excuse me,” he gently pushed her aside, closing the garage door behind him. He then hurried inside the house while Katrina remained outside, in the same awkward and defiant pose that made his heart race out of control. Lightning split the sky in half, sending blue sparks flying by the main living room window. Greg picked up the phone and called his friend.
“Hey, pal, it’s me. You won’t believe who showed up here. That Katrina chick is standing outside saying you sent her to me today. This is a stupid joke, right?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Are you done?” she whispered in Gregory’s ears. Startled, he glanced to the right, catching her enigmatic visage hovering before him. The front door was still locked.
“Shhh, Gregory,” Katrina’s sharp nails caressed his worried forehead. “Your friend told you to listen to me, and that’s exactly what you will do. Listen and relax. Relax... my friends and I have a bit of a project going on, so to speak, and you’re going to help us. According to what Brian told me, you’re just the person we need.”
“Nothing you should concern yourself with for now. The only thing I want from you is your attention. Are you a good listener, Greg? I don’t think you are. Brian told me you’re more of a talker. You love to hear your own voice and drown everyone else’s if possible, but you also have a penchant for the finer things in life, don’t you? You like hot cars, hot watches, but most importantly, hot women. You love their curves, their majestic innuendos, and you love to fuck them hard. Whether it’s in a bedroom, on a kitchen countertop, or on the back of a van, it doesn’t matter. If you can keep it up and stick it in a tight pussy, you’re set for life, right? Hmm, don’t try to deny it. Your thoughts speak clearly what your mouth does not. To you, we’re nothing but walking pieces of flesh to be played with, a sentiment I understand, for the truth is I see you the same way. You’re not a real man to me, but a tool for something greater and if that offends your frail ego, then so be it. You can be as mad as you want inside because out here, staring at me, you will still feel nothing except warmth and relaxation washing over you. Relax... relax... take a seat if you wish, but continue looking at me. You must continue looking and listening to the sound of my voice...”
“Shhh... no more talking, just listening; no more defiance, just acceptance; no more anger, just bliss... drifting into a state of peaceful contentment wrapped by my words and my eyes. Tools have no thoughts. Tools have no language. Tools have no will. Brian already knows this and now so will you, going further and further down, a tiny dot in an ocean of stars engulfing it. Relax... relax for me, Gregory. You have something we need and you’ll willingly give it to us. You will listen and obey... listen and obey... obey me now.”
“There it is,” she continued, “There’s the tool I want, ready to comply with my wishes. Your services are required, Greg. You will drive me back to my house now so you can join your friend in our ritual. Do not try to resist my voice. Tools don’t do that. They only do what the ones wielding them want. You will do as I commanded. Obey.”
Gregory parked the car in front of her house and followed her upstairs to a well-lit study that had been reconverted into a place of foul worship. It was dominated by the blood-red pentagram drawn in its center, atop of which lay a bubbling iron cauldron. Brian’s naked body was suspended above it, his hard member being milked by two other women simultaneously. One was a petite blonde with ample breasts and a tattoo of a black crow on the right side of her neck while the other was the spitting image of Katrina save for her tomboy red hair.
“Everything is going according to plan although this one is almost drained by now,” her twin replied. “Is this the horny one?”
“You better be right because we’ve wasted too much time already,” the blonde grumbled, both hands glistening with fresh, sticky cum. Get him up here so we can get started."