I was sitting naked at the computer when she came to the door this time. I tried to ignore her like I had the others, but she was persistent.
Usually with her kind, simply answering the door wearing a bloody smock and attesting to ritual sacrifice in the basement would work, but not this time. She merely told me that we all had a right to our own beliefs, even if we where mistaken.
Simply asking her to leave had worked though. The first time.
I wanted to be mean to her this time. I wanted to yell at her and tell her to leave.
"Mind your own religion," I’d tell her. Or "Jesus is dead and I don’t want any!" . Maybe a simple battle cry of " Jesus died for my sins and I demand another sacrifice!" Screamed at her as I propelled myself in her direction with a straight razor gleaming in my hands would do the trick.
But my intuition told me not to bother. Either she would not react, or she would react unexpectedly, like bursting into tears or, even worse, by pulling her own weapon and defending she betters than I could hope to manage. Religious
"Mercy Killing" didn’t seem to be too far below this one.
So, I didn't do any of these things.
Just my luck, she came back.
As I mentioned, this time I was nude. I answered the door in the buff, and I expected her to be startled. I hoped to throw her off guard, or at least phase her.
She didn't even notice.
I took a good look at her this time. She couldn’t be more than eighteen or so. She had long brown hair and fair skin. Large green eyes and pouty lips. She wore the traditional business suit of her kind. In her hand she carried the tools of her trade; The Bible, a book entitled "You Can Live Forever in the Kingdom of God!", and other religious tracts of unknown origin. She was armed to the teeth (which themselves gleamed in the sunlight like pearls).
She said to me that she had faith in me, and that she wished to try to get through to my "inner self".
I was in dumbfounded. Here I was, standing naked in my doorway, in the presence of a beautiful young girl (who didn't even notice!), and all she wanted to do was convert me.
She tried to let herself in, but I stopped her. I was not about to let this person into my home. It would only encourage her.
So we stood in my doorway, in full view of my nosy neighbors, and chatted about her version of god. I didn't listen to a word she said, but I made polite noises and pretended I was.
In the end, she gave me the books and tracts, and asked me to read them. She gave me her number and told me to call her when I was ready to hear her out.
She tried to get my number, but I was not about to divulge that to her.
Finally, she left. By this time, I had forgotten that I was naked, and only realized it when the neighbors started to point and stare. I smiled and waived my dick at them. Good christians every one of them. ,p>I used the tracts to light my fireplace that night. The bible I kept for rolling paper. Joints always tasted better when smoked from The Bible.
I kept her number though. The next day I used it to make a crank call. What a mistake that was.
When she answered, I started breathing heavy, like I was masturbating. "What are you wearing?" I panted at her.
To my surprise, she told me. Lace panties and a red satin nightshirt. I persisted.
"You have a sexy voice," I told her. "I can feel it caressing me like a finger."
She said nothing, so I went on. "I’d like to see you. I’d like to feel you. I’d like to take those panties off your gorgeous body and ravish you like you've never been ravished before." ,p>"I would like that," she told me. "Why don’t you come here and show me what you can do?"
I choked. I was thrown off completely, and she knew it. I hung up; it was the only thing I could do.
That night, while I lay in bed, I thought of her. Her slim figure, her pert breasts. In my minds eye, I saw her in those lace panties, lying in her bed. I could see her on her back, feeling herself with those delicate fingers of hers. The red nail polish tips just penetrating her vagina.
I saw her quivering as it built to something akin to orgasm.
I could feel her thoughts while she played. She was hot and wet. The lubrication building in and around her labia helping her along.
She thought of a man she had met. A forbidden pleasure she could never have.
He was tall and strong. A conquest she strove to achieve. He would become hers someday, even if she didn’t turn him.
I felt her gasp, as if she where there. The warmth of her breath was on my cheek. The moisture of her sex was on my crouch.
I came as she did, in gushing turrets of lust. It was as if she were there in my bed. I could feel her body against mine heaving with me in passion.
I lay there with my eyes closed for several minutes trying to gain the strength to move. I could still feel her there, like an acid hallucination. The phone rang. I starred at it for several seconds, afraid to answer for some reason.
When I got the courage to pick it up, the voice at the other end sounded soft, and strangely, as exhausted as I was.
That voice said only two words, and then hung up. But they brought terror to my heart.
She said, "Thank you."
I spent the next several months in seclusion. I refused to answer the door or the phone. I contacted my employer and took a sabbatical. I was in no shape to communicate with others. That simple phone call, that one strange experience, had effected me strongly.
She was on my mind continuously. I wanted nothing to do with her, but at the same time she was all I wanted. I was afraid of her, but I desired her like nothing else.
I never left the house for anything. When I ran out of food, I had groceries delivered. When I needed anything, I had someone bring it to me. I would let the person leave it at the door, and only come out to get it when I knew they had gone.
I spent a lot of time on the computer. Since I had destroyed all that she had left me, I tried to find it all on the web. I read all I found, in an attempt to learn about her religion, if not her.
There were no mention of magiks anywhere, but she obviously had her own. She had invaded my head. She knew my number.
I tried to rationalize it all way. She had simply looked me up in the phone book. But how did she invade my thoughts?
I settled on a dream, for that's all it could have been. A vivid dream, but a dream all the same.
Frequently, I would pick up the phone to call her. She would answer and I would ask her to come. I wanted her to tell me everything. I wanted to convert. I wanted anything just to be near her, or so I fancied.
But once I had the phone in my hand, I would loose my nerve. The terror I felt of her was too great. It took a long time to get over it.
After time had passed, and I had not seen nor heard from her in some a time, I slowly became myself once more.
Traveling salesmen once again received the harsh treatment they had gotten in the past. Religious zealots got the impression I was mad, homicidal, or both. My old wit came back to me and I used it to scare them all away for good. I thought it all just a bad dream after a while. She never existed. She never invaded my mind. It was all a mere acid flashback, or dream brought on by fever. I almost convinced myself.
Until she came back.
It was almost a year later when I saw her again She was on my street, going door to door selling her religion to the masses.
Most people turned her out like I had. A few let her in to talk. At one house, she stayed for a long while. When she left, she had a glow like a virgin who had just lost it to a satyr. Or a tease who had taken all without giving anything.
She didn't come to my house for several days. There was no rhyme or reason to the pattern she used to jump from house to house. One end of the street one day, the other the next. One side now, the other then.
And she wasn't alone this time.
Her companion was not her equal. She was of Asian stock, which attracted me immediately ,but she was slightly plump. Her hair was shoulder length and her complexion was potted with the acne of her youth.
Also, she wore a privet school uniform, which attracted me.
To say she was not her equal does not give this girl due credit. She was none the less a beauty, and around her was an air of desire, but she was not her companion.
When they finally came to my door, I was ready. I did not desire her as I had. I was again my cynical self, and I would not give in to conversion. I also held a grudge for what she had done to me. I needed revenge.
Since I knew that my nudity had not bothered her the first time, I decided to forgo it this time. I made her wait for me to dress before I answered. By the time I reached the door, to my disappointment, they where halfway down the sidewalk on the way to the next house.
They did, however, return when I opened the door.
"How have you been Thomas?", she asked when she came to the door once more.
It never registered that I had never told her my name.
"I've been getting on," I told her. " How can I help you?" I thought maybe my politeness would throw her off this time. I was wrong of course.
"Have you read the literature I gave you last time?" she asked. She had a gleam in her eye. She knew the truth about me. That disturbed me greatly.
"No," I told her. I told her what I had done with it. She seemed upset by that.
"Is there anything I can do to convince you to let me talk to you?" she asked hopefully.
I was tired of trying to chase her off or change her mind by this time. I had a feeling that if I told her to go away or that I was not interested, she would be too upset for me to be comfortable with.
"You can come in," I told her. "I'll listen."
I ushered them into the living room, and positioned myself opposite them in a recliner. She began as she had the first time, telling me of the origins of her religion, and the basis of her beliefs. Her friend sat quietly at her side and said very little, interjecting only when something had been missed.
She was not a Jehovah’s Whiteness, as I had believed, but a sect that had only recently come into being called the "Congress of the Love of Jesus." They held many of the same beliefs, and used much of the same literature, but also believed that Christ had risen and that Armageddon was now upon us.
I listened intently, learning everything I could. I wanted to find a part of her own belief to use against her in my own argument I was building, but I was at a loss. Her beliefs followed The Bible almost word for word.
As I listened, her friend, her name was Kim, shifted constantly. She seemed uncomfortable and jittery. Something kept her in constant motion.
The girl, who I finally learned, was named Mary, also shifted constantly.
Several times, she lifted her skirt while getting comfortable, almost as if she wanted me to see something.
When she finished her "lesson," she asked to hear my side. If I had any comments. I was at a total loss.
"You don't have me convinced your right," I told her" but your argument is very convincing."
I found myself getting hard for some unknown reason. I was getting as jittery as they were where, and she must have noticed. She shifted again, in unison with her friend, and their skirts came up once more. It was an innocent movement. They where only shifting themselves and their skirts out of the way, but the way they came up so high seemed wrong. Almost like I was supposed to see.
I only then noticed why. Mary wore red satin panties, Exactly like I had imagined that night. Kim Didn't.
Despite myself, against all I wanted to feel, I was aroused beyond belief.
Kim’s gently flowing pubic hair was now in perfect view.
I couldn't help myself. I had to know.
"What did you do that night?" I asked.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Mary said innocently. I almost believed her. I wanted to believe her. But the memory was strong now. I could almost feel her again
This girl was magik. She had a power I could feel building. Something was going to happen.
I wanted to close my eyes, but I didn't dare. Something sacred me about the moment.
I don’t know what came over me, but I moved across the room to where they sat, and placed myself between them. They moved aside for me, almost eagerly. "You could have come to me that night," she whispered in my ear. "What stopped you?"
I was entranced. I had to answer. "You scared me." I told her. "I couldn’t hurt you," she said. Kim was stroking my thigh now. I felt my pants undone by invisible hands.
"I only wish love to all," she said. "Love in all ways."
Her lips brushed my neck as she spoke. My hair stood on end. I could no longer contain myself. I leaned to kiss her, but she held me away.
"You don't believe me?" she asked. "You think I'm not right. Maybe evil?"
The thought never occurred to me. I felt Kim’s hands free my groin of my pants. I was throbbing so hard I didn’t think I would last. I could feel her breath on me, and if her lips touched me, I knew would loose it almost immediately
"I think you’re different," I told her. "In ways I never experienced."
She said nothing, but her eyes answered "I am."
My eyes where closed. I felt a warm, moist woman climb on top of me. I was on my back. Kim was on top of me. She shuddered immediately, the little earthquakes shaking us both for a moment, but not the release of orgasm as I had feared.
Mary was still at my ear, whispering to me. "You feel it don’t you" she said. "You know it’s the truth. Come to us. We need you. We want you with us."
I almost succumbed. I almost lost it then and there. Her warm breath was at me. Her voice seducing me into her world. I opened my eyes.
I was still on the recliner. The girls were looking at me as if I had just insulted them. Mary seemed to be angry at something I had said.
"Why?", she was saying, "Do you really think those things? That’s not the truth. It doesn’t happen like that."
I was utterly confused. I has lost it somewhere. What had happened?
"We can see you can't understand." Mary was saying. "You aren't worthy like I thought."
I knew I had been taken over in some way. She had used a trick of some sort on me.
I had had enough. Her way had its magik, but so did mine.
I apologized to her. I didn't know what I was apologizing for, but it seemed to work. I offered them refreshments, and they accepted, and then went to the kitchen to get my potion. I had never used it quite this way before, but the embarrassment and anger was too much for me. A single drop in a glass of tea would make even the strongest enchanter powerless for a long time. With a few extra ingredients, they would not be able to resist a thing I did.
I returned with the drink, and they accepted eagerly. The conversation had now lasted quite a while, and hunger and thirst had come into play.
Kim drank quickly, but Mary seemed to be cautious. She sipped at the tea slowly, as if trying to decide if it were safe.
It didn't matter. Even the slightest taste would do.
I could feel Kim’s resolve grow weak quickly. She either was not as powerful as Mary, or not wise in magiks like her friend.
By the time It had began to effect Mary, Kim was helpless.
Mary realized almost as soon as she felt the first tinge of weakness from her friend what I had done.
I waited until Mary was immobile before I made my move. She watched me with her eyes, and although I knew she could have fought, she did not.
I went to Kim, and tied her arms behind her. She looked at me pleadingly, knowing my intent, and I almost changed my mind, but I wanted to teach this one a lesson.
Mary had power. The power of the wise. But I had power also. I had studied the powers of heaven and hell, and I knew how to use them.
Had she known I was of the black arts, Mary would never have come to me. Had I ever wished to use them again, I would never allowed her into my home. But it was too late now.
I went to Mary then, and saw the pleading in her eyes. She could have spoken, the potion did not take that from her, but she did not.
I carried her to the recliner, and tied her firmly to it. I did not want to hurt her physically.
Somehow, I had grown attached to Mary. I had come to love her. I told myself it was her own fault, else I could never have gone through with what I was about to do.
I moved Kim to the center of the floor, and placed her on her knees. Around her, I drew the symbols of power in chalk on the hardwood floor as I had learned in my studies. From its place on the mantle, I drew the dagger I would use.
"Please," Mary uttered helplessly, "she's pure, untainted. Don't do this to her."
I wanted to oblige. I did not know if she was fighting, or if I felt pity, or even love for this creature. But it was too late. If I stopped now, she would win, and I could not allow that.
I used the knife to cut through Kim’s blouse. Her olive skin showed no sign of blemishes on her back. With my hands, I tore the blouse from her, causing a whimper from both girls.
I was careful not to cause her pain in my work. This girl seemed so fragile as to be easily broken.
Now I removed my clothes, and let them fall to the ground inside my crude circle of power. My erection was immense, and the sight of it caused Mary to wince.
Kneeling behind her, I raised Kim’s skirt to reveal the green stockings she wore. Her face was pressed into the floor, and I could hear her sobbing. Out of pity, a fetched a pillow for head before I continued.
Next, I used the knife to cut away the clothing that now blocked my passage. Red lines of blood showed that I had not been as careful as I would have liked, but I had only scratched her in two or three places; in the end that wouldn't matter.
I gently slid my fingertips across her vagina. She was moist with fear. This, at least, would make actual penetration easier.
Again, Mary pleaded with me not to go on. I could feel her fighting now. If I kept up this slow pace, then she would break the spell and ruin what I planned.
Kim was as pure as Mary had said. I felt her break as I entered. The Pain she felt when I broke her nearly brought her out of the power, but not quite.
I thrust in and out her with such vigor, I felt that I had taken potions myself.
To my surprise, she did not scream. She did not fight me. She merely whimpered quietly in fear.
Mary was in horror. To see her friend raped like this was too much for her to bear. She began rocking back and forth, trying to break the spell. I concentrated hard on the climax. I came hard and long, flooding her with my seamen.
Then to my horror, I felt her squeeze back in her own orgasm. The moans she had been emitting where not pain nor terror.
They where pleasure.
I had to end it now.
I drew the dagger, and plunged in into her back with such force it nearly exited through her breasts.
Mary screamed in anguish, and fainted form the personal pain she felt for her friend.
I cleaned the wound with potions that would make it heal quickly.
Mary was still unconscious when her friend came to once more. Released from the spell, I assumed that Kim would quickly balk in fear of what I had just done to her.
But these girls never ceased to amaze me. She did not recoil from me in fear. She did not so much as look frightened.
She calmly asked what had happened. I considered telling her that I wanted to prolong her suffering and agony, and had saved her at the last minute so that I could do it all over again, but my heart had gone out of the torture at the moment I had plunged the dagger into her.
I told her the truth. That I had fallen in love with the two of them. That I had been angered by the power they had used over me.
I told her of what Mary had done to me in the past. Of the pain to my ego and feelings. Of the hurt, she had caused me. I told her that I had done what I did to scare Mary into submission.
I lied to her, and told her that it had been an illusion, just as what Mary did to me had been.
This young girl, who had seemed so fragile, took it all in stride. She showed the same indifference as had Mary on our last meeting when I answered the door in the nude. Somehow, this did not surprise me.
She asked me if I was now satisfied. She told me that she did not believe that her rape and subsequent murder where illusions, but that she held no grudge against me. I did not contridict.
Something had come over her friend when she met me, she told me. Mary had never used her power like that in the past and her reasons where unclear.
I was as confused as ever. This young woman, who I had just raped, murdered, and brought back to life, was offering to help me gain revenge on her friend. I did not understand.
At this moment, Mary awoke. The spell was broken, and I had untied her bindings. I should have felt great fear of her at this moment. This girl had shown me on several occasions that she was my superior in magik many times over, yet I somehow knew she would do nothing.
As though to strengthen my resolve in the matter, Kim, still unclothed, wrapped herself bodily around me, as though to protect me.
Fear was still in the eyes of Mary at this time. She did not know exactly what I had done, but she was afraid that I could or would do it again. She did not seem to fully realize that the potion had worn off.
"He didn’t hurt me Mary," said Kim. "It was an Illusion, the rape and the murder. He never touched me physically." She sounded robotics.
"Your not clothed." Mary said, unsure of herself. "He has beguiled you with potion." "He gave me nothing more than he did you. I am under my own free will. You can look with your inner eye to see for your self."
This Mary did, and knew that it was true.
Kim explained my case to Mary, adding a few half-truths into the story. In the end, Mary confessed a feeling of longing for me that she could not explain. She had never meant to do what she did to me, and wished that she could take it back.
Those days live on in my memory now. I did things in those days that I regret. But, as all things do, it worked itself out after all.
Mary came to feel greater feelings toward me than I felt for her. In retrospect, it was more a Lust for the unattainable that drove me to it.
Kim, with her lack of power, became a more endurable lover than her counterpart. The jealousy that raged between the two of them brought about viciousness that I have never seen.
In order to put a stop to it, I used my potions for the last time.
Mary’s sacrifice was not a pleasant one. It took all of my strength to go through with it, and I still wonder if I should not have let her live.
Sometimes, I think maybe I should have killed Kim too.
