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Subject: {ASSM} Cult of the Triangle 05 {S Gray} (MF FF reluc solo bibl preg)
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Chapter Five:  Homework Assignment

 "How do I look?"  Cynthia posed for her roommate, turning slowly to provide
a view of her tight-fitting jeans and red halter-top.

 Tracey shook her head and smirked.  "You look like a tramp."

 Cynthia laughed.  "Good.  That's what I was hoping for."  She stared into a
mirror and arranged her curly blonde hair.  "You know, there are going to be
a lot of cute guys at the party.  Are you sure you don't want to come?"

 "I can't.  There's a theology exam tomorrow, and I've got to read three
chapters from this stupid book."

 Cynthia peered over her friend's shoulder.  "'Mysticism and Rituals of the
Ancient World'.  Sounds boring as hell."

 "I know.  I'm just hoping I can get through it without falling asleep."

 "Well, good luck."  Cynthia grabbed her keys.  "I'm outta here."

 "Hey, Cynthia?  Be careful out there tonight.  I've heard that there are
some strange things going on around the campus lately."

 Cynthia rolled her eyes.  "Yeah, I know.  Girls getting kidnapped by pagan
cultists?  Come on...this is the twenty-first century, for heaven's sake."
She opened the door.  "Although...if I happen to meet a handsome guy
tonight, I'm not going to complain too much if he wants to kidnap me."

 Tracey sighed with a smile.  "Get out of here."

 "Bye...have fun..."  Cynthia grinned and closed the door, leaving her
roommate all alone with her dull book.

 Tracey glanced at her watch.  Seven o'clock.  An hour per chapter...she
would have plenty of time.  She glanced down at the book.  It looked almost
like a bible, clad in a black leather cover.  She opened to the first page
and saw a strange symbol printed there - an ornate triangle within a circle.
There were also circles within the triangle - three small ones inside each
of the points, and a larger circle painted dark at the heart of the
triangle.

 She turned to the opening chapter, and began to read.

 At first, it was as boring as she had feared.  The book started off by
discussing the duality of mankind - the rational 'moral' side, and the
animalistic 'immoral' side, and how those two forces struggled against each
other within a single entity.  Tracey immediately thought of her own
situation.  Here she was, wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants, patiently doing
her homework - not because she wanted to, but because it was necessary.  She
had to pass the theology exam, so that she could graduate and get a good
job.  It was all about necessity and survival.  But what she really wanted
to do was close the book, put on some decent clothes and go to that party.
She wanted to find a nice guy to talk to - a good-looking guy, someone who
would take her outside into the warm night air.  Maybe he would fool around
with her a little...maybe press her against the wall and start kissing her.
Maybe he would touch her, and stroke her body with his strong hands.  Maybe
he would put one of those hands between her thighs, and rub her...and rub
her...

 With a start, Tracey realized that her own hand had unconsciously wandered
down to her crotch, and that she had started to rub her pussy through her
sweatpants.  "What am I doing?" she whispered.  She quickly withdrew the
licentious hand and closed her legs.  She could masturbate later if she
wanted to.  Right now, she had to study.

 Crickets chirped outside as she turned the pages.  She was reading about
early religions now, and how they had been used to control people, giving
them a reason not to indulge their primitive desires.  If you wanted to kill
someone else, religion gave you a reason not to do it.  If you wanted to
have sex with a married person, religion told you not to do it.  It was
almost like a code of law governing morality, along with a reward and
punishment system.  Do something good, and you get a treat; do something
bad, and you get spanked.

 Tracey didn't like the implications of these concepts.  They seemed to
suggest that Christianity was nothing more than a system that some people
had invented to keep society in line, with heaven and hell used as incentive
and deterrent for good or bad behavior.  Was it possible that mankind had
invented all the religions that so many people believed in?

 According to the book, there had been a lot of cults back then.  Many of
them involved obscene rituals, where men and women were kidnapped and used
as sacrifices to the 'gods'.  Tracey was surprised to learn that many of
these sacrifices did not result in death for the victim, but rather
seduction.  Apparently the goal was to "elicit pleasure" from the victim,
and this would result in power being accumulated by the deity being
worshipped.

 In one example, a man was abducted, stripped of his clothing and tied down
upon an altar dedicated to some sort of demon.  A group of young priestesses
would then surround the altar.  While the other cultists chanted prayers,
the women would kiss and fondle their captive until he was "brimming with
lust."  Then, one lucky priestess would cast aside her robe and climb up
onto the altar, where she would "indulge" herself.

 Tracey had no doubt what that meant.  She could see it clearly - a dark,
pagan altar; a handsome, naked hunk; a nice, hard cock sticking straight up,
waiting for a warm pussy to descend upon it.  She could the smile on the
young girl's lips as she sank herself down upon that rigid pole, feeling it
ascend into her moist twat.  She would fuck him slowly, her hips rising and
falling as she enveloped his throbbing erection with her moist sex flesh.
Her handsome young captive would watch as her naked body glided up and down,
her breasts jiggling with every pleasing motion.  Up and down, up and down,
his stiff cock would rub inside her sweltering cunt.  She would fuck him
faster and faster, with a rhythm to match her growing desire.  Her hair
would fly about, her mouth would open and her eyes would close as she
eagerly grinded her wet pussy against her captive's crotch.  She would pant
and moan, greedily impaling herself upon the thick phallus beneath her...

 She was doing it again.  Rubbing herself.  Tickling her pussy through the
sweatpants.  She tried to make herself stop, but it was harder this time.
She kept picturing the naked priestess, bouncing wildly up and down, up and
down, up and...  "No!" she hissed, prying her fingers away from her crotch.
How could she allow herself to masturbate to such an evil thing?  She got up
and stretched her arms, trying to ignore the hungry signals from her itchy
groin.

 She thought about giving up and calling it a night.  She didn't think it
was right that Professor Moore had given her such an obscene book to read.
Now that she thought about it, there had been a strange smile on his face
when he passed the books out to the students and told everyone to read them
as soon as possible.  Maybe he intended to use these disgusting rituals to
exemplify the dangers of sin.  Or maybe he had gone crazy during his trip to
the Mediterranean last month.  Tracey shrugged.  Either way, she needed to
pass that damn exam.

 She sat back down and continued to read.

 It seemed that the whole point of those dark rituals was to collect as many
orgasms as possible.  The energy from the awful trysts would be stored and
transferred to the deity or demon - and if enough power was collected, a new
demi-god would arise.  In order for that to happen, a special woman would be
chosen to receive the blessing of spiritual union.  A new life would be
planted inside her womb, and she would become pregnant with the child of a
god.

 Tracey turned the page and saw an illustration of a woman lying in a grassy
field.  She was wearing a plain white shawl, and there were flowers in her
hair.  Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be asleep.  As Tracey studied
the drawing, the woman's eyes suddenly opened and her mouth opened in alarm.
Tracey watched in amazement as the woman's shawl was suddenly yanked down
from her shoulders, exposing her breasts.  The woman cried out in silence
and tried to cover herself, but her arms were suddenly stretched out to
either side as if pinned by an invisible assailant.  The shawl continued to
unravel itself, sliding down to her navel and up over her thighs.  As fabric
gave way to flesh, the woman continued to struggle and writhe - but all in
vain.  Soon she was lying completely naked in the grass, helpless to resist
the unseen force that began to pry her legs apart.

 How could this be happening?  Tracey blinked her eyes in disbelief, but the
image on the page was still moving.  She watched in fearful wonder as the
woman's expression suddenly changed.  Something was happening to her - or
rather, to her pussy.  She looked as though she was being eaten - as if
there was an invisible tongue slithering against that moist little crack
between her legs.  The woman continued to cry out in silence, but not for
much longer.  The terror in her eyes gradually began to wane, along with her
struggling.  Soon she was just lying there, quietly allowing herself to be
licked and nibbled by this unseen force.

 Tracey's hand was soon between her legs again.  She couldn't help herself.
Her heart raced as she rubbed quick tiny circles into her groin.  She
watched in fascination as the woman on the page began to show signs of lust.
Her pink nipples were hugely erect now, and there was a smile on her parted
lips as the invisible tongue continued to delve into her glistening twat.
This was not a woman in fear anymore; this was a woman in heat.  Tracey
eagerly masturbated as she watched those naked hips lift up into the air.
She was getting fucked now.  Something thick and hard was squirming into her
pussy, making her moan with delight.  Her body shook as the unseen cock
shoved in and out of her sopping wet cunt.

 "Fucked by a god..."  A dark voice whispered into her ear.

 Tracey nearly jumped out of her chair.  She looked wildly around the dorm
room, but no one was there.  Her heart pounded in her chest.  Who had
whispered those words?  She glanced back at the book and saw that the
picture was gone.  In its place, there were only lines and lines of innocent
text.

 "What the hell is going on?"  Had she imagined everything?  No...there was
something wrong about this book.  Somehow it was filling her mind with
obscene thoughts - thoughts that weren't her own.

 She knew what she had to do.  She had to close the book and stow it in her
dresser drawer.  She had to forget what she had seen.  She had to lock all
those terrible words away, someplace where no one could read them.

 But why, then, was she sitting back down in front of the book?  Why was she
so tempted to continue reading it?

 It was her pussy, of course.  She could feel it pulsing within her
sweatpants, like a hungry animal that had been wakened and was now looking
for something to eat.  She had to feed it.  She WANTED to feed it.  The book
had inspired her with such lust that the thought of turning away was almost
unthinkable now.  She craved an orgasm, a sweet release that would turn her
groin into a fountain of hot cream.  All she had to do was keep reading; the
book would lead her straight to ecstasy.  In her heart, she realized that
something was very wrong about this, but that didn't stop her hand from
sliding back inside her sweatpants and resuming its work on her very moist
twat.

 Her fingers trembled as she turned some more pages, her eyes drinking the
words like a forbidden liquor.  Those words brought images into her mind -
dark, erotic images that made her body throb with excitement.  She saw a
woman parting her robe and smiling as she allowed her husband's brother to
suckle her stiff nipples.  She saw a woman bending over a sacred altar,
moaning with joy as a priest plowed her wet pussy with his meaty cock.  She
saw a woman spreading her legs, eager to teach her handsome young son where
to stuff his thick penis.  She saw all sorts of women, doing all sorts of
things that they should not be doing - and enjoying themselves immensely.
She saw them renouncing their vows, their loyalties, their beliefs -
anything to feel that delicious pleasure coursing through their bodies.

 While Tracey turned the pages with her left hand, her right hand crawled
inside her panties.  She could feel the juice in her twat as she began to
rub her sex flesh directly.  She was not going to stop this time; she was
going to masturbate until there was cum spilling out of her pussy.  She
turned another page and moaned softly as another titillating scenario worked
its way into her mind.

 "Read..."  It was the dark voice again.  She wasn't imagining it.  Someone,
or something, was in the room with her, urging her to continue her
'education'.  She ought to have been frightened, but she wasn't.  All she
could think about was the book, and she just kept reading and rubbing while
the presence in the room grew stronger and more palpable.  It whispered to
her again, and she could actually feel hot breath on her ear, making her
shudder with delight.  "Read..."

 She did as she was told.  The sinister words continued to pour into her
mind, making her whole body tremble with lust.  Her twat was practically
oozing with juice, and she smeared her own sex jelly all over her swollen
cunt lips with uncontrollable zeal.  She was heading straight toward a
powerful orgasm, and nothing was going to stop her.

 The pages of the book began to turn by themselves.  Tracey was so horny by
now that she could barely comprehend the words anymore.  But it didn't
matter; all she had to do was look at the pages to feel waves of lust
soaking her mind.  The book seemed to be speaking directly with her
subconscious, flooding her thoughts with obscene depictions of women getting
ravished by an overpowering force.  Cries of protest gradually changed to
cries of lust as the besieged females slowly succumbed to the pleasure of
sex.  She saw massive cocks gliding in and out of slick pussies, eliciting
squeals and moans from women who had changed from reluctant victims to eager
participants.  There was lots of cum...so much cum...

 Tracey was panting with excitement now.  Her fingers massaged her pouting
clit, and every thrilling stroke nudged her closer and closer toward an
avalanche of ecstasy.  She was ready, and the book seemed to know it.  One
last page began to turn by itself - but instead of falling flat against its
neighbor, it stood straight up and began to pulse with an eerie, unholy
light.  The page began to curl inward upon itself, forming a glowing
cylinder of parchment that slowly grew in size until it resembled a nice,
big cock.

 If Tracey had been thinking clearly, she would have fled from the room.
But she wasn't thinking clearly.  She stared at the devilish penis as it
took shape, and all she could think about was how good it would feel to have
that thing poking into her wet, wet cunt.

 So she gently picked up the book and brought it over to her bed, where it
glowed like a lantern, shedding an evil red light upon her as she hastily
climbed out of her sweatpants and panties.  Without hesitation, she got up
on the bed, poised her groin above the upright cock, and sank herself down
upon it.

 It felt even better than she had imagined.  She held her breath as the
phallus wormed its way inside her, rubbery and hard just like a real cock.
Her hips glided up and down, up and down, and she whimpered softly as the
unnatural penis swelled inside her.  It seemed to be responding to her
pussy, fitting her flesh as if it had been made for her.  It was a perfect
cock, and she happily fucked herself upon its warm, rigid length.

 The presence that she had felt earlier was with her now, stronger than
ever.  She felt invisible hands touching her belly, slithering up beneath
her T-shirt.  While she thrust her pussy against the stiff cock, those hands
covered her firm little breasts, gently rubbing circles around her nipples
until they were full and hard.  Tracey moaned in response to the erotic
caresses, without caring who was touching her.  Hot words whispered into her
ear, words from a language she didn't recognize.  Each sentence sent a wave
of lust through her body, as if the words were meant not for her mind but
for her sex.

 And her sex understood.  It wasn't long before the bed was creaking in
response to her wild, rapid bouncing.  She greedily impaled herself upon the
book-worm, grinding her dewy crotch against its pages with every downward
plunge.  This was it; she wasn't going to hold back this time!  She was
going to have an orgasm, no matter what!  Her mouth gaped open as she bucked
her hips against the demonic cock, feeding its hard length to her oily pussy
with enthusiastic abandon.  Unseen fingers were rubbing her groin now,
rubbing her...in just...the right...places...

 She came, and she came hard.  A loud, guttural groan emerged from her
wide-open mouth as the orgasm consumed her.  Rivulets of hot cream trickled
down from her steamy gash and onto the pages of the sinister book beneath
her.  The words upon those pages began to move, swimming like dark sperm
toward the drops of cum.  The color of the cum soon changed to black, as if
ink had been spilled upon the pages - magical ink that was now beginning to
form new words.  Tracey squirmed and moaned, unaware that she was feeding
the book with her sex juices, making it even more powerful than before.

 After a long, wet, mind-wrenching climax, she finally toppled down on the
bed, dazed and completely spent.  As the minutes ticked by, she gradually
came to her senses, and hot tears began to well up in her eyes when she
realized what she had done.  She had been seduced by something dark and
terrible, something that had seized her imagination and bombarded it with
all sorts of obscene thoughts.  And worst of all, she had enjoyed it.  She
could still feel that wonderful cock, surging through her moist snatch,
deliciously rubbing its way inside her with a tantalizing friction.  Even
now, she could feel her pussy stirring again at the thought of another
invasion.

 "No...I mustn't..."  It was bad enough that she had allowed herself to give
in once.  She could not let it happen again.

 Or could she?  She glanced down and saw the book lying open between her
legs.  All she had to do was start reading it again, and the words would
take control of her, carrying her off into another orgasmic flood.  She
could call forth that magical penis again, and stuff it into her gooey
little hole.  Yes...wiggle it deep inside, then slide it...in and out, in
and out...feel it fucking her wet pussy...

 "No, I can't!"  She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the familiar
sensations of lustful hunger that coursed through her body.  What was
happening to her?  Had the book somehow warped her mind?  She tried to think
of something else - something to take her mind off these lustful cravings.
She saw herself sitting in church, listening to an inspirational sermon.
But there were guys on either side of her, handsome guys who kept putting
their hands underneath her shirt and between her legs.  She tried her best
to fend them off and listen to what the priest was saying, but those hands
were very persistent.  It didn't take long before they were stroking her
breasts and tickling her pussy.  While the priest talked about devotion, she
felt hot kisses on her neck.  While the priest talked about chastity, the
guys helped her out of her shirt.  Her bra was soon gone, and one of the
boys kneeled between her legs and tore the panties away from her crotch.  It
was so hard to think about holiness when her nipples were being sucked and
her pussy was being eaten.  The other parishioners turned and glared at her
as she began to moan with pleasure.  It was no use telling them to stop.
They were going to suck her, and lick her, and then fuck her, right here in
front of the whole congregation.  The words of the priest began to fade, and
a lustful smile appeared on his lips.

 With a start, Tracey pulled herself out of the erotic daydream.  The book
was doing this to her.  It was polluting her mind, and she needed to get rid
of it once and for all.  If she didn't, she knew that she would be tempted
to start reading it again - and who knows what would happen to her if she
allowed herself to do that.

 She sat up and reached for the book.  She meant to close it, and would have
closed it had she not noticed that there was a new illustration on the
page - an illustration with herself in it.  The picture showed her standing
in this very dorm room, with all the little details carefully sketched in,
right down to the keys on the table.  But it wasn't the details that made
her breath catch in her throat, and her heart race with fear.  Rather, it
was the large, dark shadow standing behind her - a shadow in the shape of a
man.  His arms were wrapped around her, with one black hand upon her breast
and the other upon her crotch.  As Tracey watched, those hands began to
move - and as they did, she could feel gentle massages on her own body.

 She tried to put the book down, but somehow she just couldn't do it.  Her
eyes were drawn to the moving picture on the page, where she saw herself
smiling with delight as the dark demon continued to fondle her body.  The
woman on the page looked up at her, and the sultry expression on her face
was nothing short of an invitation.  She seemed to be saying, "Look at the
pleasure I am having.  It could be yours as well."

 Tracey shook her head.  "I will not let that happen," she whispered.  "This
book is evil, and I will not give in to it."  The woman just laughed, and
Tracey's heart filled with dread as she heard a sudden rip.  Something was
tearing her T-shirt apart, splitting the thin grey cloth from her collar
down to her chest.  Her heaving breasts came into view as the fabric gave
way, ripping all the way down to her belly button.  Within a matter of
seconds, she was completely naked, and there was nothing to stop the unseen
hands from caressing her bare flesh.

 "Stop it..." she whispered, her eyes never leaving the book.  She wanted to
push that hot mouth away from her breast - but no matter how hard she tried,
she could not let go of the book.  She just kept staring at its pages,
watching in horror as the demon's snake-like tongue slithered over the
woman's breasts, tickling her left nipple.  Tracey gasped as a hot,
invisible tongue slid across her own left nipple, licking it a few times
before settling into a long, sensuous suck.

 What was happening on the page was happening to her.  The demon now had its
mouth fastened to her breast, greedily sucking her soft flesh as if to draw
milk from it.  She could feel her little tit stiffening under the persistent
wet suction.  When it was nice and hard, the sucking stopped - only to
resume again with her other nipple.  By then, however, Tracey was more
concerned about the hand that was crawling between her thighs.  She wanted
to close her legs to keep the invader away from her groin, but her body
would not listen.  In fact, her thighs began to spread open by themselves,
granting free access to the most sensitive spot on her body.  So now there
were fingers rubbing her pussy, and a mouth sucking her nipple, and poor
Tracey was starting to get very horny.

 The woman in the book was smiling at her.  "Yes...that's it...let him take
you..."  It was her own voice, but not her words.  It was like staring into
a dark mirror; she was seeing a shadowy version of herself on the page, an
evil version that wanted to turn her evil as well.

 And it was working.  Between the obscene images that were pouring into her
head, and the skillful stimulation of her body, Tracey was steadily losing
control of herself.  With every sexual tickle, her willpower faded a little
more, and she soon began to hunger for an orgasm - an orgasm at any cost.
She gasped with delight as a long, thick finger poked into her wet cunt,
wiggling inside her, touching her in all the right places.

 Satanic words formed upon the page, and Tracey read them all.  It didn't
matter to her anymore that she was betraying every sacred belief that she
had held up until now.  Her body trembled with lust, and her mind eagerly
absorbed the obscene text as if it was a stream of water that only increased
her thirst with every greedy gulp.  She didn't even need to hold the book
anymore.  It hovered in front of her eyes as she lay back upon the bed,
moaning feverishly as the invisible demon wreaked sexual havoc upon her
naked body.

 In between her gasps and moans, words began to emerge from Tracey's mouth.
She didn't mean to speak them, nor did she even recognize the language.  But
the more she spoke, the more the book glowed - until finally, a shadowy cock
began to emerge from its pages.  It was a long, thick cock that grew more
and more solid as Tracey continued to speak evil words to it.  When it was
fully formed, the book floated down toward Tracey's belly, dragging the tip
of the hard penis across her bare skin as it journeyed toward her crotch.

 Tracey's breath caught in her throat as the satanic cock nudged against her
sweet little twat.  It wanted in, and it was going to get in.  And - God
help her - she was going to let it!  She held her breath as it began to push
inside her, slowly sinking itself into her steamy slit.  It felt hard, and
full, and absolutely wonderful as it filled her up, burrowing all the way
inside her wet sex tunnel.

 Then it began to fuck her, and Tracey thought she would die from pleasure.
She threw her head back and moaned as the enormous cock slid in and out of
her slick cunt, overloading her senses with delicious friction.  She could
hear the wet slurping noise as the obscene organ slid out of her pussy, only
to shove back in again.  Tracey clawed at her bedsheets and watched as the
book hovered above her slavering twat, its words shimmering with occult
energy as the cock worked its evil spell on the horny young girl.

 It began to screw her faster, harder, deeper.  Tracey writhed and groaned
as the thick phallus relentlessly drilled her juicy vagina.  She had been
fucked before - but never like this!  She smiled and opened her thighs as
far as she could, eager to feel the thick plunges of that magical penis.  It
just kept pumping her pussy, its pages flapping noisily like the wings of a
demon.

 Had Tracey been more aware of what was going on, she might have noticed
that the words on the page were beginning to crawl together, combining into
large pools of dark ink.  She might have seen those pools gathering at the
base of the sinister cock, like sperm welling up in preparation for an
orgasm.  But the poor girl was far too gone to realize what was happening.
She simply closed her eyes and groaned loudly, unaware that she was about to
receive a large dose of demonic seed into her quivering pussy.

 The cock squirmed deep inside her, and Tracey knew she wouldn't be able to
stand much more of this.  While the huge organ surged in and out of her
sopping cunt, invisible fingers began to rub her clit with a tenacity that
drove her mad.  This was her hour of need, and her faith had abandoned her.
She cried out to God, but it wasn't with reverence anymore.  "Oh,
God...yessss!  Fuck me!  Fuck me hard!  I'm yours...take me...!"  All her
prayers were being answered, but not by God.

 And of course, there was only so much rubbing and fucking that a young girl
could withstand.  It was only a matter of time before her pussy erupted
again, bathing her dark invader with waves of hot female cream.  Tracey
howled loud enough to wake the entire dormitory, her sexy body convulsing
with orgasmic electricity.

 It was then, in the middle of her bliss, that the cock began to have its
own climax.  Plunging deep inside the trembling woman, the unnatural penis
began to squirt its potent black sperm into her defenseless womb.  It
continued to pulse and throb as it glided in and out of her slippery tunnel,
pumping burst after burst of evil seed into her ripe young belly.  Tracey
groaned with uncontrollable lust, completely unaware that she was being
impregnated with something dark and terrible, something that would grow
within her, filling her thoughts with all sorts of new ideas.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

 It well after midnight that Cynthia returned to the dorm room, sighing with
disappointment as she dropped her purse on a nearby chair.  "Can you believe
it?  All those good-looking guys, and not one of them made a pass at me.
I'm so depressed."

 "I have something that might cheer you up," said Tracey, looking up from
the black book.  "Take a look at this."

 "Are you still reading that thing?  I thought you would have fallen asleep
by now."

 "Oh, no...it's actually quite interesting.  Here, read this part."

 Cynthia took Tracey's place at the desk and began to read.  There was
silence for a few minutes.

 "Ewww, this is perverted," she said.

 Tracey smiled.  "Keep reading."

 Cynthia did so, and a few more minutes went by, then a few more.  Tracey
patiently watched for the telltale signs of excitement that soon began to
appear.  Sure enough, Cynthia's breathing eventually quickened, and her face
grew flushed.  "This is...uh...well...it's kinda making me a little bit
horny."

 "Yeah, I know what you mean.  Just wait...it gets even better."

 Cynthia's eyes darted left and right, eagerly absorbing the obscene words.
She didn't realize it yet, but she was trapped.  She could not stop reading,
not even when Tracey reached down between her legs.  "What...what are you
doing?" she gasped.

 "Oh, nothing.  Just giving you a little helping hand."  Tracey patiently
unbuttoned and unzipped her friend's pants and began to tug them down her
legs.

 "Stop it," said Cynthia, panting.  "This has gone too far."

 "Shhhhhh."  Tracey began to stroke Cynthia's panties, rubbing her fingers
up and down the soft cotton layer protecting her pussy.  "Just keep
reading."

 "I...I don't want to read this anymore," said Cynthia.  It's evil."

 Tracey giggled.  "Of course it is."  Her hand slipped inside Cynthia's
panties and began to rub her wet sex flesh directly.  "It's the best kind of
evil."  As her fingers continued their erotic massage, Cynthia began to
whimper softly.  Tracey smiled and began to rub her harder.  "You'll enjoy
it, I promise."

 A few minutes later, Cynthia's clothes were all gone, and she was happily
bouncing up and down upon the demonic cock.  Tracey watched with sinister
satisfaction as her friend succumbed to the dark pleasure that would soon
corrupt her, transforming the pretty young girl into yet another eager
disciple of the Cult of the Triangle.


to be continued...


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