Chapter 2

Donna was uncomfortable and embarrassed at the focus of curious, envious, resentful, lustful eyes. The men stripped her with their eyes; the women recognized her youthful beauty and suffered pangs of self-comparison.

Frank called, "WEBSTER! Here's your virgin! Now put up or shut up!"

A tall, lean, bearded man with drilling, mocking gray eyes entered from the patio. He wore a severe black suit, an orange shirt, a white tie. His straight hair curled up at his shoulders. He carried an old, leather-bound volume under his arm. He held a tall drink. Webster took in Donna and his fat, sensuous mouth quirked. "The last one in Los Angeles, and oh, so ripe ... if true."

"Casting aspersions will only get your head knocked off, my friend; it won't get you off the hook. Start your wizardry, wizard!"

"My pleasure. But first ..." Webster came to Donna and took her hands in his. He penetrated her soul with his eyes. "This will be a genuine Summoning, my dear. The elements are virginity and purity. In these days virginity is rare and purity ... " His heavy lips twisted. "Purity is unknown."

Donna's heart was thudding. Her mouth was dry. "I am a virgin!"

"Perhaps that will be enough. Ideally I would need the purest of candles, the purest of oils and scents. I would need a toad and a cat to sacrifice. But ... people, even drunks ... " his eyes swept the amused, dull-eyed guests. " ... these days squeamish and fearful of stripping away their skin of civilization. Yet they want to see Hell's Master!" He laughed wryly. "We'll see what happens. I promise nothing."

Frank laughed. "Crawfishing."

Webster ignored him. He took a thick hunk of blue chalk from his coat pocket. He knelt on the beige, sculptured Wilton carpeting and drew a large pentagram. He did not quite close the last connection. He motioned to Donna. "Step inside now and lie flat on your back, hands at your side, feet together."

Donna felt sick to her stomach, but she obeyed. As she stepped into the pentagram her skin goose-bumped. The air suddenly felt cold. She lay as he had directed. She watched him take plain white candles, light them and erect them in small saucers. He placed a saucer just outside each point of the five-pointed diagram. Webster commanded, "Kill the lights."

Guests scurried about turning off lamps. In a moment the house and patio were in darkness except for the flickering pool of yellow light around Donna. She was breathing deeply, quickly. The air was colder within the pentagram; she was sure of it! The candles guttered and dimmed as wind poured into the house. Someone slid the patio doors shut. Someone said, "Creepy ..."

Webster stood outside the pentagram and took a small, jeweled, old-fashioned crucifix from his coat and placed it on the carpet between his feet and the pentagram. He said, "I must have quiet while I invoke. This will take a while. If you wish to leave, do so silently. Do not under any circumstances attempt to enter the pentagram or poke anything into it, or throw anything into it."

Frank put his arm around Holly. His fingers teased the side of her left breast. He said, "Get on with it, Webster."

Donna lay in the fluttering pool of candlelight and stared at the coved, painted ceiling. She shivered. She felt terrible apprehensive. Webster took up the blue chalk again and drew the last, incomplete line of the pentagram. Donna trembled. I'm sealed in. I'm doomed!

Webster returned to his position behind the glittering crucifix. He opened the worn leather volume he had kept pressed to his side under his arm. Without any further preamble, he began to read, in a strong, certain voice.

"Emperor Lucifer, Master of all the rebellious spirits, I beg you to be favorable in the invocation that I make to your great Minister Lucifuge Rofocale, as I wish to make a pact with him. I beg you also, Prince Beelzebub, to protect me in my enterprise."

"O Count Astorath! Be propitious, and bring it to pass that, this very night, the great Lucifuge appear to me in human form and without any evil, odor, and that he grant me, by means of the pact that I shall offer him, all the wealth that I need."

"O great Lucifuge! I beg you to leave your abode, in whatever region of the Earth it may be, to come and speak to me. Otherwise I shall constrain you by the power of the great living God, his Son and the Holy Spirit."

"Obey promptly, or I shall torture you eternally by the force of the potent words of the Great Key of Solomon that he himself used to bind the rebellious spirits to accept his pact."

Donna felt dizzy. She heard her breathing grow louder, and Webster's voice grow weaker ... more distant. She was cold! She wanted to sit up, to stop what was happening! Her mouth was dry with panic! Her heart was going so fast!

But she could not move! She lay rigid. From the corners of her eyes she could see the chalk lines of the enclosing pentagram glowing with a strange luminescence. A clammy terror slimed her stomach. Donna tried to speak, but her throat was paralyzed.

Webster and the other guests seemed not to notice the glowing chalk lines. Webster continued his invocation. "So come forth instanter! Or I shall torture you endlessly by the force of these powerful words of the Key: Agion, Telegram, vaycheon, stimulamation y ezpares retragrammaton oryoram irion esytion existion eryona onera brasim moym messias soter Emanuel Saboot Adonai, te adoro et invoco!"

Donna lay in a pulsing silence. She could hear nothing! She watched Webster's lips move, but his voice was soundless. The air within the pentagram was thickening, beginning to stink of rotten eggs. Her hair rustled with static electricity. Her skin felt invisible feathery touches. Donna heard ... a deep, guttural, evil chuckling. Not her father's voice. It was too close! It was coming from within the now blazing lines enclosing her! Her breasts were touched—as invisible, hot, scaly, rough claws slowly clamped onto her flesh. Her nightgown bulged and crawled there. A fetid breath from a creature she could not see enveloped her face. The smell made her stomach turn. Donna's throat strained against its paralysis. Her eyes rolled wildly. She screamed in her mind. WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER?

A hissing voice-sound: "Virgin cunt. Yes, a fresh, beautiful virgin cunt!"

Donna's heart was racing! She was gasping, panting with fear. A terrible dread sickened her. Vomit surged into her throat from her clenching roiling stomach. She closed her eyes and shuddered as the unseen claws tightened cruelly on her breasts. Talons seemed to be sinking into her flesh. Her nipples were sandpapered by rough, dry, hot, leathery skin.

The horrible, sibilant voice crooned in her ear, "A virgin's soul is tender and juicy with innocence. A sweet young body to use ... "

Donna couldn't believe it was happening! Yet she was entombed in silence, alone with ... what? THE DEVIL?

"No, I am only a demon. I am a slave to Pruslas who obeys Anmon, who obeys Barbatos, who obeys Satanachia, Grand General to Lucifuge Rofocale, all of whom serve Emperor LUCIFER."

The claws twisted Donna's breasts as the voice intoned Lucifer's name.

"And now you, Donna Kaiser, virgin, will serve our Master, for as long as it amuses me!"

Talons scraped her sensitive nipples ... and her nipples perversely responded. The constant glow in her lower belly caught fire and flared. Some of the guests had noticed the movement under Donna's nightie. They pointed. Their mouths formed words she could not hear. She saw her father staring.

"Open the way for your defloration. Part your lovely white thighs, bitch! You tempt me! My prick is now Lucifer's prick!"

Donna felt a pressure, a force, wedging between her legs. She gasped. The claws mauled her breasts and caused a strange internal heat. Her nipples crinkled to buttons of fire. She fought the unseen strength that was slowly parting her thighs. She panted and perspiration beaded her forehead. Her fear was a constant, sick pool in her stomach. Donna rolled her wild blue eyes to her father in mute appeal. She still could not speak.

Frank frowned and growled at Webster. "What the hell's happening to her? What are you up to?"

Webster was standing rigid, riveted, white-faced. "My God."

A male guest laughed. "Great act." The candles flickered and nearly went out, yet there was no wind.

Frank gripped Webster's thin arm in an iron hand. "What are you trying to pull?"

"You wanted a demonstration of black magic. You wanted a calling up of Lucifer ... Maybe you got more than you bargained for. Something weird is happening to that girl." Webster looked down at the old leather book in his right hand. "I didn't think it—"

Their attention was drawn to the candlelit pentagram. They saw Donna's knees raise jerkily, as if her leg muscles were in conflict. Her face was a mask of terror. Contorted. Her chest rose and fell very fast. A pulse showing in her neck betrayed a heartbeat well over 100. Abruptly, her knees jerked wide apart—with such power that her nightgown was ripped open. The rent extended to her chest and obscenely revealed her belly and loins. The guests stirred and made comments. Was this girl really Frank Kaiser's daughter—or an actress hired for an elaborate joke?

Frank stared at his daughter's nakedly revealed vulva—the light fuzz of curly blonde hair on the plump mound, the slightly parted pink lips, the shocking wetness of arousal! He swore, "Jesus! DONNA! Get up! Stop it!" He took one limping stride to the blue chalk diagram and reached to pull the girl up. He grunted, staggered and lurched backward. He fell heavily and lay stunned. "I couldn't get in. I couldn't touch her. Something shoved me away!"

Holly was scared but afraid to show it. "Frank—this is a put-on, isn't it?"

The guests looked from Donna within the pentagram—the silent, weird five-sided star drawn on the carpet—to the ashen-faced Frank. They didn't know what to think. Their hair prickled and they wiped sweaty palms.

Donna heard nothing of this. She had resisted to the utmost, but then the evil, whispering, invisible beast had triumphed and spread her knees with terrifying strength. His claws now were probing at her vulnerable, naked center. A leathery body was between her thighs. She felt hot, stinking breath on her bare belly. The voice crowed lasciviously, "Lovely cunt. I love virgin cunt juice."

She gasped as a slithery, hot, sand-papery tongue slid between the spread lips of her vulva. Her hips jerked upward. A shameful thrill of pleasure mixed with pain darted through her belly. "She likes it. Oh, the virgin cunt bitch likes goat tongue!" The invisible creature laughed. Its claws reached into her torn gown and pulled at her glowing breasts. The talons nipped hurt-fully at the swollen nipples. The beast's tongue, pointed, burning, spread into Dona's vagina. She screamed. Her raw howl of pain and shock was loud in the pentagram, but unheard beyond the glowing borders.

Donna felt the abrading tongue penetrate deeply, snakelike, so hot! She writhed and twisted, but the thing—the body—restrained her, and the claws dug into her breasts till she felt her lush white and pink flesh was surely cut and bleeding. Donna squirmed with shame and embarrassment, too. She could see everyone watching! She could see their expressions of mingled fear and avid fascination, the amazement, bafflement, cynical disbelief.

The demon snuffled and drooled as it took her virginity with its sawing, darting tongue. She felt its teeth—fangs?—gnawing at her tissues. Bristles from its face—muzzle?—scraped her inner thighs. Her mind reeled with shock and horror. She yelled, "DADDY! DADDY!" But she knew he couldn't help her. She was doomed.

Frank saw her mouth contort in a soundless cream, saw her flailing and struggling ... and saw the inexplicable illusion of her nightie being torn open farther to reveal her proud, fully developed young breasts—creamy mounds of flesh that were indented, squeezed, twisted ... mauled! as if by an invisible rapist. He grated to Webster, "Stop this! Whatever you did to her—STOP IT!"

Webster gasped, "I warned you—I don't understand ... " He wiped his mouth with his hand and tore his eyes from the scene in the pentagram. He dropped to his knees before the nearest wildly flickering candle and intoned, "I am pleased and contented with thee, Prince Lucifer, for the moment. Leave thou in peace now ... " He stumbled and faltered. "Leave thou in peace now and ... " He began to search frantically through the old book.

Donna was close to fainting. Her mind swirled. She felt that awful tongue curling farther and farther into her body ... into her womb!

And somehow the demon's voice came into her mind while its mouth continued to engulf her vulva. "Sweet juices! Ah, the taste of virgin cunt! But now I'll fuck you! My prick will be Lucifer's prick! You'll be my wife, Donna! You shall obey me in all things! What fun we'll have! What pleasure in doing Lucifer's work!"

The horribly long, sand-papery tongue withdrew. Donna sobbed with relief, but could not close her thighs. She remained wide open ... and felt a scaly body move up onto her ... felt the claws mold her large breasts into exaggerated, painful shapes ... felt the terrible probing of a cold, stiff something at her vulva.

She cringed! She wept. "No ... please ... "

The sibilant voice hissed laughter in her mind. "Devils always have hot tongues and cold pricks, bitch!"

Her arms and hands were unable to affect the immensely strong thing that crouched over her. She smelled and felt again the foul breath. The odor of rotting flesh bubbled vomit in her throat. A huge, icy knob entered her vagina. Her opening was distended by its size. She bucked helplessly. She howled. The immense thing went deeper and deeper, stretching her, thrusting ruthlessly, cold, cold, cold! Donna was totally impaled by an unseen, frigid organ of huge length and thickness. She lay shuddering, weeping, in a pool of agony. Yet there was no blood. Even when the demon began to move with terrible plunges, slowly, slowly, with excruciating power ... cackling and drooling with lust in her quivering, reeling mind.

Webster found the chant he was looking for. He did not see what the others saw—the incredible opening of Donna's vulva, the impossible gaping of her vagina, the sucking of her belly, the pressuring of her thighs and breasts—the total illusion of intercourse! Webster began again. "I am pleased and contented with thee ... "

Donna grunted under the loathsome creature's vile thrusts. The penetrations were faster now and even deeper. She was a vast shrieking agony between her thighs, in her belly. The demon was panting, crooning its obscene pleasure into her brain.

" ... Go in quiet and without trouble. Do not forget our pact or I shall blast thee with my wand. Amen."

"Webster has the wrong incantation!" The demon bellowed with joy. Donna's mind felt split, rent, bulged by the infernal laughter. "It was too late once I got Lucifer's prick into you, piglet! NOW IT COMES! HE COMES!" The great organ, invisible, chilled, swept up into her tortured belly, to the hilt! Donna's neck muscles stood out like iron bands as she screamed her throat raw. An unseen ice-like spurting was inundating her womb! The cold substance spread through her loins, her belly, lancing tendrils farther and farther ... as ever more chilling semen jetted into her body as the terrible laughter filled her mind.

Frank threw himself again and again at the pentagram—that silent, inviolate diagrammed space—within which his stark-naked fifteen-year-old daughter was being ravished by an invisible monster. He believed it!

The bubbling pain was in Donna's chest ... spreading up into her neck. Her body flung itself, convulsing, in a travesty of intercourse. Her unnaturally wide-spread thighs trembled visibly. Her belly bloated and concaved with the giant unseen thrusts. The awful, icy devil's semen was in her brain, spreading, tainting every cell ... curdling her mind, permeating every part of herself! Donna changed. The demon took her. The demon became her. The demon settled in ...