Into Oblivion

Jake gave a firm push on the peeling paint of the side door and it creaked open with a groan. "Easy peasy," he said, satisfied. "We're in."

"You mean, we're criminals," Maria added, following Jake inside the dark house without hesitation. Her hand was holding his tightly and I eyed that big ass of hers stuffed into dark denim.

This was fun. Even if it was a little bit illegal. The house was at the dark end of a suburban cul-de-sac, as sleepy and quiet of a spot as could be. We even chose a night with a new moon to cut down on any light. I don't think any of the neighbors really gave a shit, but it made this feel like more of an adventure, a break from the monotony of the summer.

I stepped through the threshold and looked back at Denise. "Babe, you coming?"

Denise nodded yes, but stayed where she was. She looked tiny in the doorway. Denise is tiny. Barely five feet tall and thin. Small tits, narrow hips, the entire package.

"Come on," I urged and reached out my hand, "We won't get in trouble."

"I'm not worried about getting into trouble, Dan. This place... give me the creeps," Denise took my hand and then we were all inside the abandoned house. "Is this really where she lived?"

"That's what my brother said. He went to school with her, he knew her," Jake chimed in. He was the one that had cooked up this little expedition and was the self proclaimed expert on all things suburban legend.

The side door opened into what was once a family den. Now it was a decaying piece of shit. It had been a while since any good times were had here. The couches were sliced up and stuffing covered the floor like moldy snowfall. A ceiling fan was smashed through a coffee table, a five pointed fallen star amid the scattered shards of glass. Everything was trashed. Sloppy graffiti covered the walls and a dull odor of stale beer and cigarettes hung in the air, a suffocating escape from the too hot summer night.

"And she just vanished?" Maria's voice was a little shaky. The mood changed now that we were inside and amid the ruin.

"Yeah, my bro said that she...," Jake started and I cut him off.

"Stella, right? Her name was Stella Ciccone." I heard her name a lot a couple of years ago, when it all went down.

"Italian girl," Maria muttered under her breath.

Jake went on. "Stella was in the same grade as my brother. Class of 97. They were seniors when everything happened, four years ago. One day this girl was just gone. Like a magic trick. Poof. My bro said that she was weird. Didn't really have any friends and didn't do much, as far as anyone knew. One of those loner, goth types." He paused. "She was a big girl."

Maria gave him a little slap. "What's that got to do with it? You're always talking about people's bodies like you're fucking perfect." She pulled at her tank top and the thick strap of her bra appeared.

"Just saying. Rick said she was pretty. Just, you know, bigger than some other girls," Jake was smirking, he loved to rile up his girlfriend and knew just how to do it. He looked at me with a goofy grin and cupped his hands in front of his chest, the universal gesture for big tits.

"So what's the story? She was here and then she wasn't?" Denise stuck close to me as we started to spread out and walk around the rest of the house.

"Yeah, I guess. No one really knows. Apparently it really fucked up the family. Cops asked a bunch of questions but never found anything out. There were rumors that the mom was involved, but who the fuck knows what was true and what's bullshit. Some people said that Stella was a witch. And then one day the family was gone too. Said nothing to no one. Just packed up in the middle of the night and split," Jake gestured to the detritus around him. "Didn't even take most of their shit."

"But some people say they still hear her, Stella, in the house. Right? Moans or screams or something. And I heard that there are no mirrors in the house because after Stella vanished her family kept seeing her in the mirrors, looking back at them. So they got rid of everything in the house that was reflective," I added.

"That's fucked up. You'd think that they would want to see their missing daughter?" Denise was not feeling it. The story, the house, it was getting to her.

"Not like the way she was. I heard that she was different somehow. Something had changed with her and Stella was not the same," I explained, my voice low.

"Where did you hear that bullshit?" Maria questioned from across the room. The kitchen was just as trashed as the den. Shit everywhere, picked over and discarded. Nothing worth a thing. I poked my head into a half bathroom and looked around. The sink was still there but no mirror above. Just an empty spot, a circle less faded than the walls around it.

"I don't remember. But I heard it somewhere."

"Some girls on the team were talking about her one day. Claudia Lombardo said that if you turn off the lights and say her name three times in the mirror then she'll steal your boyfriend," Denise added, she was trying to sound light but she couldn't hide the heaviness in her voice. "But no one would do it."

In silence the four of us made our way slowly through the house. We split up, Jake and Maria checking out the downstairs, while Denise and I headed up the creaky steps to the second floor. It was odd to see a house like this. It could have been any of ours, a cookie cutter suburban for a perfect family. Except this was anything but that.

This house was the aftermath of middle class melancholy. Lost nights in front of the glow of a television. Conversations and meals that no one even wanted to remember. Too gloomy to merely be dead, this was more like a coma. A frozen stasis of what happens to dreams when you realize there is nothing at the end of a rainbow. A big old pot of shit that someone got to first. I didn't know who this Stella was, but I couldn't blame her for wanting to get away from it all.

The remains of life were all around. Clothes and furniture, books and magazines. But it was lifeless. None of it mattered. It was the same stuff you could see anywhere.

On the second floor was a stained carpeted hallway with several doors ajar. Walking by, Denise and I spied a master bedroom, another bedroom, and a bathroom. All trashed. The only closed door was at the end of the hall. Since we got inside the house it was the only closed door that we had seen. Fuck, even the kitchen cabinets had been wide open.

I looked at Denise and gestured to the closed door. "What do you think?"

"Nope. That shit is closed for a reason, I've seen horror movies," her head went side to side, her body almost shaking. I hugged her and she wrapped her arms around her own tight little body and I felt her nipples, hard as diamonds against the heat of my skin.

"Come on, let's just check it out. We didn't come here to not look around," I bargained, the best smile I could muster. A moment ago I didn't care, but now I really wanted to see what was behind that door. Somewhere inside of me I felt a tingle, an itch that I couldn't scratch.

"I'm going to fucking kill you...," Denise followed a step behind.

We neared the door and both stopped at the same time. A breathy moan, somewhere in the house, froze us in our tracks. It was brief, but the silence that followed said volumes.

"I swear to...," she whispered before I cut her off. The tingle surged stronger. A sexual pulse shot through my body and I squeezed Denise tight, eager to feel her against me.

All quiet for a pounding heartbeat and then the sound rose up again, low and with energy behind it. Suddenly, it picked up a familiar rhythm and the moan came back, clearer this time.

"Uuuuhhhhh... fuck this fat ass... just like that...."

A grunted response, the slap of flesh from the first floor. The house creaked.

Denise was on a rollercoaster of emotions and stood there, wide eyed. "Those two are nasty."

I smirked, we both did and a little spark fired off between us. "You know..." Damn, I got horny real quick listening to those two.

"Don't you get any ideas. Not in this fucking hellhole."

I rolled my eyes to let her know I wasn't trashing the idea, even if she had.

The door at the end of the hall was closed all the way and I gave the knob a turn and felt it unlatch, pushing the weight forward with a little more strength than I would have guessed I needed to. The door sagged and rubbed against the dingy carpet. The bedroom inside was beat up, but nothing like the rest of the house. Even in the dim light I could see the layers of dust that coated everything in the room; a shelf of books, an old wooden dresser, more discarded relics of life. But this space wasn't trashed like all the other rooms. Some posters were still taped to the walls; The Cure and some group of gnarly looking women called L7. Another poster was crumpled on the floor near the dresser.

Denise stepped in behind me and stayed close as we navigated the piles of debris on the floor. Neither of us said a word for a long minute. Finally Denise broke the ice.

"This room feels a little different. Right?" She separated our hands and instead slid her fingers along my thigh, brushing against my ass and lingering near my balls. "Like, I can feel it, I don't know, shaking in me." She sounded different.

"Yeah, I feel that too." I definitely felt something. My cock was stiffening from more than Denise's fingers. The tingle in my body had become a full blown buzz. Something was in the air that we both felt, a rising sensation inside of my body. I moved my body so that my cock rubbed against her hand, I needed to let her know how this room was making me feel. The rest of the house was asleep but it felt like we had company in here. "You think this was Stella's room?"

"Definitely," Denise sort of droned, distracted by whatever was happening in her head. We walked over to the dresser and glanced over the contents; scraps of paper, matches, a stick of incense. I stood behind her, my body pressed against hers, stiff cock rubbing against her tight shorts. She pushed back into me and I grabbed her by the waist.

From downstairs, the sounds of Jake and Maria grew louder. Primal and raw, the two of them were really going at it. An image barged into my head of Maria, her big Puerto Rican ass getting pounded by a grinning Jake, loving every second of it. I wanted to see the real thing. Instead, I slid my hand along Denise's taut body and pulled at her nipples, never a bra with this one. Her small tits felt like treasure in my hands and I greedily squeezed it all for myself. Denise's body never failed to get my motor going.

"I changed my mind," she purred. In a flash our pants were at our ankles and I rubbed along her damp slit, surprised at how wet she already was. Denise usually liked to take her time, but now she was off to the races.

We moved away from the dresser and she pressed her body against the wall, against the Cure poster that must have been five feet tall. It was huge, Robert Smith's goofy haircut looking right at me. I dipped low, pushed my cock between her legs, and impaled Denise when I stood.

"Fuck... fuck me good, Danny...," there was an urgency to Denise's voice. She wanted it as bad as I did. Whatever came over us, it happened quick and took charge. I took a couple of slow strokes in and out to find my cadence and footing, and then I started to fuck Denise hard. Her ass, a small ball of muscle, shook a little with each thrust. But Denise could take it, she always had before.

To steady herself, Denise put a hand on Robert Smith and covered his face. Two thrusts later and it all gave out with a crash. The poster and the wall behind it.

"Shit!" I cried, instinctively keeping a little bit quiet, but I'm sure that Jake and Maria heard the yell. Denise and I were still connected and we tumbled through the wall together, I did my best to wrap her up and turn our bodies so that I took the brunt of the fall. We slammed hard onto an uneven wooden surface. Stairs.

Denise squeezed me and moved, my cock sliding out of her. She looked around and then back at me. We both seemed okay and she just smiled at me. "Not what I was expecting."

"Me either." I looked around, expecting to see drywall dust and jagged edges. But everything was smooth. "I think we just pushed open a door that was behind the poster." I looked over my shoulder and saw the steps twist, their destination out of sight.

The two of us stood and the feeling came back stronger than before. Our eyes confirmed to each other what the other one felt. Lust. Desire. We both kicked the clothes from our ankles and I grabbed Denise's hand and pulled her up the steps behind me, eager to see what was at the top. The steps turned once and ended in a velvet curtain, a heavy drape covering the narrow threshold. I pushed it back and entered the hidden attic.

It was pitch black and I bumped into a table or something after not more than a couple of hesitant steps into the void. I grabbed at it and felt something heavy on top of the flat surface.

"I think this is a candle. Give me your lighter," I asked.

Denise skipped the middleman and did it herself. The candle came to life and lit the room in an eerie glow, a halo of light that followed us. We found two more candles on similar tables and lit them both. The tips of each candle flickered, like there was wind passing over them, but they gave off enough light so that we could see where we were. Unlike the rest of the picked over house, the attic was pristine. Whatever scavengers and vagrants had trespassed over the years had missed this place. It felt like we were the only people that had been in here for a long time.

"That's fucking creepy," Denise stared at the wooden floor and reached for my cock, her words and actions not lining up at all.

"Yeah, it is," I agreed. I slid my finger inside of her without a thought, she was still soaked. As wet as I had ever felt her.

Carved into the floor was a brutal design. At first I thought it was a pentagram, but it had seven points and there was something uneven about the way the lines overlapped with one another. Crooked, asymmetrical. But I knew it looked the way that it was supposed to. The cuts in the floor that made the design were deep and jagged, they looked like they were etched with a knife. Inside the carved shape were numbers and letters, haphazardly scrawled in random spots. An oblong shape was painted in a heavy dark puddle in the center of it all. It looked like a sightless eye, as black as anything I had ever seen.

We should have been scared. Bugged out beyond belief at what we were seeing. Two kids walking around some abandoned place for shit and giggles, and now this? But we weren't. The opposite. I was horny, turned up something serious. My entire body was on fire, my breath coming and going in ragged bursts as I tried to get myself under control. Instead I sank deeper into it and then Denise was on her knees in the center of that black eye, waiting for me, mouth open, tongue lolling, pulling at her nipples. Her eyes were glazed over and distant. I barely recognized her.

She was sick for my cock.

I stroked myself once because I needed to feel it too and then I pushed into her mouth, sliding until I hit the back of her throat. Denise devoured me in a way that she never had. Her small hands wrapped around my body and pulled her closer until her lips were flat against me, and then she pulled even more. Deep inside her throat I could feel something suckling on me, an unseen force working in tandem with whatever Denise had become. It was better than anything I had ever felt.

The light from the three candles flared all at once, all three flashing for a moment in unison and then settling back into subdued darkness. Behind Denise I noticed a full length mirror between the ceiling joists of the cramped space, running from floor to ceiling. Set back, the mirror looked like the end of a dark tunnel. I could see Denise's body in it. Small and insubstantial in the darkness, a phantom. Just barely, I could see myself past her, lingering in the shadows, looking like a doomed man.

Suddenly the image in the mirror peeled open like a curtain and the reflection of Denise was gone. I watched her vanish and she was replaced, a swirling purple and green nebula of distant shapes where she was a moment ago.

Denise pulled her mouth from my cock for the first time and took a deep inhale of breath. Her face was a mess. Spit ran from her lips and down her throat like a disaster. Smeared makeup that made her look like a ghoul. Her respite only lasted a moment and my cock vanished again, but this time she wasn't content to merely have me down her throat and she attacked my rock hard dick with a new fervor.

Deep, guttural sounds accompanied the assault and I met them with my own grunts. My balls were boiling with pleasure and I couldn't take much more.

Something emerged in the mirror. I felt it before I could see it. The source of the buzzing inside of my body was becoming clear as the swirling colors settled into something else entirely. I saw the chains first. Long silver links that rose from a canyon of flesh and clamped to bruised nipples that were flattened from the tension of turned screws. Then the rest of this goddess came into view. Her body was a fever dream of curves, long arching lines of fleshy thighs and pendulous breasts. Hips that spanned an eon and lasted as long as a fantasy. The chains came together in the center of her massive breasts and snaked up her flesh to an ebony collar stretched tight over pale skin. Above it all was shadow, her face unseen but I could feel eyes boring into me from deep fissured sockets. Two hands came out of the darkness and squeezed the breasts together, lifting them up and then dropping the heavy weight of her tits. They smacked against her body and I could feel the vibrations against my own skin, a powerful presence that made my legs shake. The chain went taut as her tits dropped and I could see her nipples stretched to their limit. A single arm reached for me and a curled finger beckoned for me to come closer, to join her.

"Fuck...," I grabbed Denise by the back of the head and pounded into her mouth, using her while I watched this woman, turned on like it was my first time. I held Denise's skull with both hands and fucked it like she meant nothing and everything to me. I was hanging on the edge and unable to get further, the point of explosion inextricably out of reach. The pleasure was unbearable.

"Please..." I begged.

The woman's mouth appeared from the shadows. Pursed, crimson lips that lit up the dark mirror. She opened her mouth and I exploded into Denise. My cum splattered against the back of her throat, thick strands from deep inside of me that she drank down eagerly. I was on another planet. When I was totally emptied out I stepped back and leaned against the wall and blinked, the spell broken.

A remnant of a memory lingered, imprinted in my mind. The woman in the mirror was on the floor in the center of the jagged symbol, her legs spread wide and her holes stuffed with thick toys. Pale flesh jiggled hypnotically as she frantically worked her clit with one hand, the other pistoned a purple phallus in and out of her greedy hole. Her massive tits were splayed across her chest, hanging almost to the floor. Beneath her, the scarred design on the floor pulsed a vibrant electric green.

Denise looked up at me with confusion.

"What the fuck Danny? That's fucked up." There was anger in her voice. Fear too. Real fear, not some haunted house bullshit. She wiped a thick tendril of spit from her chin to the floor.

My first thought was that the woman in the mirror was gone. It wasn't until I noticed that the only reflection in the mirror was Denise that I thought about my girlfriend. She looked tiny compared to the goddess that was there a moment ago. Less than.

"Come on, let's get out here." I went to help Denise up and she slapped my hand away, standing on her own and charging down the steps. I lingered a moment, staring into the mirror and seeing only myself. There was still life in my cock and I tugged at it, closing my eyes to conjure the scene that I had just left.

I could feel her in the room with me. Stella. She had reached out to me and given me something wonderful, the most powerful orgasm of my life. Pleasure like I had never imagined.

"Stella," I said the name quietly, it was just for the two of us. But I wanted her to know that I heard her, that I was listening.

From the bottom of the steps I heard Denise getting dressed in a huff and then the door to the bedroom closing behind her. I didn't want to leave, but I had to. Quickly, I blew out the candles and went down the steps and grabbed my discarded clothes and put them back on. I closed Robert Smith's wall panel, putting everything back into place as I found it. I wanted to keep us a secret.

Denise was already outside when I slipped out the side door. Maria and Jake were nearby and nobody was saying a word. It didn't seem like any of us wanted to talk about what happened and the walk to the car was silent. Maria had parked a couple of blocks away in a supermarket lot. I was lost in thought and we were back before I knew it. The mood in the car changed once the radio was on and we were moving. Truthfully, I was so in my head thinking about this woman and what happened that I didn't even realize we were at my house until Denise gave me a little nudge to pull me out the stupor I was in.

"Dan," she poked, no passion in it at all, "We're at your house."

"Yeah. Well, uh, thanks. This was something...," my voice trailed off. I wasn't sure how to describe it. I wanted to talk about what happened. How I was overcome with a mix of lust and rage and treated Denise like nothing more than a tool to get off. But more than that I wanted to talk about the woman in the mirror. Not here though, not with these three.

"Later bro," Jake didn't even look back. Maria didn't say shit.

I gave Denise a quick kiss. "I'll call you later." She nodded and I got out of the car.

They were my friends but I was glad that we had all graduated and I didn't need to see anyone in school the next day. In a couple of weeks they would all be off at college and I'd still be here. Right now, that felt totally fine to me. I didn't know what happened tonight, but it felt like being hit by a ton of bricks. My parents were asleep and I went up to my room, needing to be alone. I grabbed my sketchbook and did my best to recreate the symbol that had been on the floor, wanting to capture it before the image slid from my mind. I had no idea what it was but I could certainly find it out, I needed to know anything that I could, anything that would get me back there.

All night I had a single thought running through my mind like a freight train. There was no room for anything in my head other than her. Stella. It had to be her. She wasn't missing, Stella was just waiting to be found.

I never even saw Stella's face but I understood that she was everything that I wanted. It wasn't fair to compare Denise to her, but I couldn't help it. Suddenly, Denise's tight little body looked like nothing that could turn me. The same flesh that had thrilled me so much for the last six months now did nothing for me. I needed curves and weight, a soft body that I could sink into and find what I needed. When my eyes closed Stella was all that I could see. An enormous vision of my future.

Fuck. What was I getting into?

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Whatever bullshit I had to do took a backseat to dreaming about Stella. It was wild how quickly what seemed important to me tumbled away and out of sight. Friends, my future, even day to day shit. All gone. The vision of her was floating in the front of my brain, pushing away all but the most basic of urges. Like the hard on that I woke up with. It took a half dozen strokes until I exploded and the steel softened, but I knew that I could get it back in a second if I wanted to.

And I did. Over and over. All I needed to do was conjure the image of her and my cock was ready. Eager, even. The release I gave myself was nothing compared to the pleasure of the night before. But it was something. An attempt, an offering, a question. Anything that could bring me, even briefly, back to that moment.

It was midday by the time that I actually came out of my room. My body was exhausted but I was still just as aroused as when I woke. But my desire to learn more about Stella was enough to get me moving and I snuck out of the house before I saw anyone. Grabbed my bike, my bag, and bounced out.

Lost Worlds Book Shop was a refuge in the middle of the bleak landscape of cul-de-sacs, box stores, and manicured lawns. It was in a lifeless building that had been four other businesses since I was a kid, but that was true of everything around here. At least it wasn't in the mall.

The guy who owned the place was cool and he kept it stocked with the kinds of books and records that you could't find elsewhere, it felt like he was doing a service to every kid around here that wanted something that was at least a little different. This seemed as good a place as any to figure out Stella.

"Hey," the owner nodded from behind the counter when I dropped off my backpack.

"Hey," I answered. That was it and I made my way to the back of the shop. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, I just hoped that something would jump out at me. For a cynical guy I had a lot of faith. Vertical book spines stared back at me and my eyes floated over them, nothing jumping out at me. Towards the back of the store was an occult section that also had a bunch of weirdo crunchy stuff; zen and tarot, buddhism and wicca.

I felt it first. A stirring in my cock and then the overhead lights in the store went dim, almost black, and cycled through levels of brightness that made it seem like Lost Worlds was going through a time warp.

"Dammit, not again...," the owner mumbled from the front of the shop as the lights continued their dance.

I hadn't noticed anyone else in the store, but movement to my left caught my eye. A long, dark skirt that had no chance of hiding the huge ass inside of it. The heavy step of combat boots on the creaky wood floor. Heavy, low hanging tits in a sweater that vanished down one of the narrow aisles of the cramp store.

My heart pounded and my stomach dropped.

This small glimpse sent me chasing after the woman. Another fleeting image of her towards the back of the store and I followed down the row of overstuffed shelves. Nothing. She was gone, if she had been there at all. The letdown was immense, shockingly so. I'm not sure what I thought I was going to find but the lack of anything left me feeling empty.

I took a step and tripped over the rolling step stool in the aisle, in my haste I had missed seeing it entirely. My knees hit first and then my palms against the sagging wood floors. My shoulder half slammed into the shelf on my right and a bolt of pain shot down my arm.

"Fuck...," I whispered to myself, no need to draw even more attention. Instead I sat there for a minute and stared at the books across from me. It was the romance section, bodice rippers and all that nonsense that drives the moms crazy. But one of them, a faded dull orange color with a poorly stitched binding, stared back at me. Symbols of the Occult. I pulled the book off the shelf, sat on the stool, and opened it up.

Page after page of complex, weird looking drawings and symbols. The tome was marked up throughout by the same shaky scrawl, either in faded pencil or the harsh bloodlines of a red pen. Notes in the margin where the previous owner added a bit of their own knowledge to what was on the page; underlines and cross outs, circled words for emphasis. Even that didn't help decipher what I was looking at. Someone could have explained it all to me and I still wouldn't have made sense of a word of it. Shit that looked like it was from the geometry class I took freshman year combined with the nonsense from sophomore chemistry. Whatever, I was going to get it anyway. I could make sense of it later.

Another book had slumped into the void that Symbols of the Occult left on the shelf, The Book of the Law by Aleister Crowley. I figured that was the same guy that Ozzy sang about. If a burnout like Ozzy could make sense of it then I should be able to as well. Both books were way out of place in this section. I smiled thinking about the phantom of a woman that led me here.

I took the books up to the counter. The owner gave me a look.

"Not your usual fare," just a comment, he wasn't looking to talk. Lost Worlds opened the door but didn't hold your hand.

"Thought I'd try something new," I filled the gap. Pause. "Sorry, this is a weird question. But do you know the woman that was in here a little bit ago? Long skirt?" My heart pounded.

"It's just you today, bud. Not a customer but you."

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Rick gave me a nod from the other side of the counter, a sneaky smirk like I just caught him at something. Rick was always into some business, even when he was handing out slices and sodas.

"What's up, Danny boy? How's summer hitting you?" Rick was Jake's older brother and I had known him since I was about eight and he still creeped me out. One of those sleazy dudes that always wanted you to think he was working an angle, even when he wasn't.

"I'm chillin' Rick. You know, whatever," I answered, leaned against the counter to seem comfortable.

"What can I do for you? You need a bag or something?" Rick's bags were the worst. Picked over buds and shake.

"No, nothing like that. Hey, listen, last night your brother and I and the girls, we went over to that abandoned house off Fairview. At the cul-de-sac," I started and Rick cut me off.

"That's right. Jake said you were headed over there. The Ciccone place," he exaggerated the last words, really dragged them out for who the fuck knows what reason. Thirty seconds in and I was already sick of this guy.

"Yeah. You went to school with her, right? With Stella?"

"Sure. I did. Until I didn't, you know." Clever.

I looked down at the yellow and red checkered floor like it was important. "You remember anything about her? Any stories or whatever?"

His little smirk turned into a shit eating grin. "Yeah. I got a good story about her. Come on," he moved from behind the counter and yelled back to the kitchen. "Paulie, I'm stepping out." I followed him to the side door and I heard a voice trail us, mumbling about listening for the door.

Rick leaned against the cracked wall next to the dumpster and lit up a smoke from a crumpled pack. He put one foot against the wall, seeping rot from the dumpster just inches away from him.

"So you've got a hard on for Spooky Stella?" Rick smirked between drags.

"No, it's... not like that," I looked away. Just hearing her fucking name and I started to get stiff. "I'm just curious about her, that's all."

"It's cool, Danny. I get it." Another drag. "So you've seen what Stella looked like? So you know she had those titties? Sure, she was a big girl but you could put those on the Statue of Liberty and they'd still look like torpedoes. Anyway, she had a rep. Weirdo, loser, whatever."

"Yeah, like no friends or anything." I chimed in, just happy to talk about her.

Rick kept going. This was his story and he didn't care what I had to say. "But she had another type of rep too. You know?" Deep drag and the smoke was almost gone. "She liked it on her tits. From anyone, it didn't seem to matter to her as long as she got it. You remember my boy Tom McShane? The one who went to Tech?"

"Sure." Tall kid, kind of goofy. Bad skin. I didn't know him but he was around the neighborhood.

"Well, Tommy was Stella's lab partner senior year and I guess they'd talk a bit. He said she was cool, whatever. So one day Tommy asks a couple of us if we wanted to have some fun with Stella. Fuck yeah, we'd take her for a ride, you know. Right?" He lit another smoke and looked at me, the cherry burning blood red near his mouth.

"Totally."

"A few days later we met up. A couple of the guys and Tommy and Stella, all of us in that parking lot out near the entrance to 280. Stella had on a skirt and these combat boots like she's going to war. She doesn't say much but she gets right to it, no fucking around, she kind of had this husky voice that was, like, hard or something. She says that she wants our cum. That's how she said it, wants our cum. We can't touch her but she wants all of us, five dudes, to shoot all over her," Rick burned through that smoke like nothing and sparked another. Paulie yelled from inside and Rick rolled his eyes.

"That's wild. She just wanted you to cum on her?" I slid my hand into my pocket for a quick adjustment and Rick just grinned.

"Yessir. She said that she was saving herself for her consort, whatever the fuck that is. I don't know if Tommy was hitting that or what, but we were all down for blasting those titties. So we head off into the woods and this girl knows exactly where she is going. Those big boots stomping all over and that fat ass swinging back and forth. After about fifteen minutes we got to a little spot that she had picked out. Stella pulls out a can of spray paint and draws a circle on the ground and then she gets in the middle of it, on her knees. She tells us all to get in the circle, close to her but not touching, and take our dicks out," Rick was shaking from the memory, a jittery kind of joy that made him look half crazed.

"Damn. What's that all about? The circle and stuff?" I thought of the jagged design on the floor of Stella's attic, the jet black spot in the middle of it.

He shook his head. "I don't know, man. I didn't care either. This girl pulled up her shirt and those tits...," he cupped his hands six inches from his chest, "Bro, nipples like oven dials. I was a rock. A steel pipe. My brain wasn't even there, I was just a cock is what it felt like. There was something about it, you know? Like, this girl wanted some dick so bad that she didn't care where she was getting it from." Rick stubbed his smoke out against the dumpster and let the butt fall to the ground.

"And...," I could picture the scene, the image of it flooding into my mind. Stella wrangling all those cocks like a snake charmer, total control...

"And she got it. Bro, I'm telling you that we came like fire hoses on this broad. I don't know if she slipped us some shit or what, but I came as hard as I ever did in my life. There was just...," Rick shook his head as recalled the memory, struggling to find the words in his addled brain, "... something different going on. Stella was saying weird shit, sounded like a chant or a spell or some bullshit. It was freaky, man. One by one she turned to face each of us, holding those tits up like a platter. But none of us came until she wanted us to, is what it felt like. When she was in front of me she started slapping those titties together and I could see the cum on them from my boys. I was so fucking ready to get off... but it wasn't until she looked at me and told me to that I did. It was, like, I couldn't do it until she let me."

"That, uh, sounds pretty crazy," I didn't know what else to say. It reminded me of what I had experienced, the control and the mindlessness.

"Rick! Get in here!" Paulie's voice from inside, pissed.

He ignored it.

"When it was over she pulled her shirt down, didn't wipe up the cum or anything. All that jizz on her tits and then she walked into the woods. Not the way we came either, she went deeper. Never said a word to her again," Rick looked over to the door and back at me. "I got to go. You need a slice or anything?"

"Nah, I'm good." I paused and then fired one last question, the one I really need to know. "Where do you think she is?"

"Shit, Stella? Girl like that has got to be a whore or something. She's fucked in the head, she ain't made for this world," something about that made Rick smile. Stella wasn't the only one that was fucked up.

"Thanks man, be cool." That seemed unlikely.

"See you."

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It had been three days and I hadn't heard from Denise. She hadn't heard from me either, so I guess that made us even. I barely thought of her. Not like I thought about Stella, which was pretty much all the time. Stella was an enigma, a retreat. I couldn't get her out of my mind, I didn't want her out of my mind. The curves of her body were everywhere that I looked and I couldn't keep my hands off of myself, beating my cock into oblivion at the slightest provocation.

I thought a lot about what Rick had said about Stella wanting a consort, that she was saving herself for something more than a gangbang in the woods. I couldn't lie, it got me excited to think that I could do that for her. The way that she looked at me through the mirror and summoned me with that curled finger, it told me that there was more for the two of us. Our story wasn't over.

Stella saw the same scenes that I saw everyday. We were from the same suburban hellscape, survivors of the same dreary monotony and bleak repetition of whatever all of this was. And Stella found a way out to something better and now she was reaching out to me to be a part of it too.

Fuck. There was something to all of this. There had to be.

These magic books were fucking with me something serious. All the symbols and the language and the signs in them didn't make any sense to me. I wasn't a stupid guy but this was way over my head. It's like these books weren't even meant to be read. But something kept pulling at me to try and make sense of it. Maybe it was because I thought Stella would be on the other side of it. And so I kept plugging away, slow page after slow page like I was on the world's biggest escalator and walking the wrong way. Every once in a while a paragraph would come together into something that I could grasp or I would see an explicit mention of sex that would grab onto me. These little epiphanies I held onto and formed into something that I could use, like how to focus my mind before a ritual or the power that existed in my cum. Crowley was a pretty nasty dude, at least when I could make sense of it.

Finally, I found what I was looking for. The seven pointed symbol from the floor in the attic looked up at me from the yellowed pages. My heart dropped and my cock rose to attention from the image, summoning me to be as hard as I had ever been. This was the prize I was looking for and I could feel a door open somewhere. Unconsciously I began to stroke myself slowly as I read the words in front of me.

Symbols of the Occult identified the symbol on the attic floor as the Seal of Babalon. According to the book, Babalon was a hidden facet of female sexuality. A hyper sexual feminine impulse linked to pleasure and a woman's ability to unlock the same power in man. I read the words over again and absorbed them, struggling to decipher all of it but I felt the stirring of desire inside of me as the connection between Stella and I grew stronger with my understanding. Babalon thrived on carnal offerings; cum, fucking, destructive desire. This is what attracted her attention. And she rewarded her devotees with eternal pleasure.

I turned the page and it all became clear. A massive image spanned both pages of the book. On one page was what could only be Babalon, so much like the visage I had seen in the mirror. So much like Stella. The woman sat cross legged, floating in a void like a goddess. Her presence was enormous, as vast as the cosmos; huge pendulous tits and an ass that bubbled up from beneath her meaty thighs, the swell of her stomach spilling over and hiding the eden between her legs. Heavy chains ran from a thick collar to her clamped nipples, then vanished into the shadows of her nether regions. Pale against the stark blackness of the cosmos, her skin was streaked with blue veins that crisscrossed beneath the surface of her heavenly body. Babalon's head was bowed and her face hidden in long shadows.

Countless dots of stars twinkled behind Babalon in the darkness, surrounding her body like a halo. Small points of light in an otherwise black void.

On the page opposite from Babalon stood another figure, masculine and bullheaded, primal and demonic in its depiction. The man stood in front of a mountain and dwarfed the ancient rock in size, towering over the pointed peak. His body was lean and marked with scars and symbols, an esoteric script that I was beginning to understand. Some of the marks on his flesh matched what I had seen in Seal of Babalon. He belonged to her. Between the beast's legs hung a heavy cock, thick and veined and enormous. A chain wrapped around the girthy base of it and ran across the page, crossing the divide of the book's spine and into the clenched hand of the goddess next door. These two were bound as lovers.

I rose, naked and trembling, as I continued to stroke my cock and chase the release that was hovering just out of reach. I needed what I had experienced in the attic, thirsted for the pleasure that Stella had granted me. Since then I had cum countless times, I feel like I had barely done anything other than squeeze the life out of my cock, but each time left me empty and hollow, chasing a fleeting moment that felt further and further away. But now, finally, that wellspring of pleasure was being restored and my body felt full.

Turning to the side I saw a swirling dark mass reflected behind me in the floor length mirror of my bedroom. Amorphous, the shape was everything at once. I looked over my shoulder and there was nothing but the monotony of my room; an unmade bed, curtains drawn closed, a closet overflowing with forgotten things. But in the mirror I was enveloped by the darkness. I dropped my arms to the side and let the cloud ravage me. The pleasure was intolerable, every part of my body firing off at once as the darkness swallowed me whole.

"Stella...," I droned, "Babalon..."

My cock spurt from the touch of unseen hands, thick ropes of cum vanishing before they splattered to the ground. Again and again, the profane offering shot from my body until I fell, weak in the legs, kneeling at the altar of my goddess.

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The second time around Stella's house felt more like a monument than a graveyard. The discarded life of Stella's family made a different type of sense to me now. I could see it all reflected in my own life and I understood her desires, what led Stella down the path that she chose. This suburban life was all the same, a mundane perversion of affluence and success that was stripped of any real value. Stella got it, she understood how the veil was pulled over all of us and that something greater lay beyond the masquerade. Somehow, she broke through to the other side and grabbed what she wanted, and didn't care what others thought or what it took her to get there.

And Stella had left the door open just enough so that I could follow her and we could be together.

I quickly moved past the debris of the first floor and up the steps to the room at the end of the hall. Inside the bedroom Robert Smith was staring back at me, silent gatekeeper to our secret. I gave him a push and the wall moved to reveal the staircase. I paused and took a breath, my body still enough to notice for the first time the pounding feeling that was rising inside of me. From the top of the steps a force was reaching out that couldn't be denied. More than one sided desire, it was the establishment of a connection.

My clothes came off in a flash, discarded into a heap at the bottom of the stairs. I grabbed my bag, closed the hidden panel behind me, and took the curved steps two at a time, throbbing cock bobbing in front of me, a thin strand of cum trailing to my thigh like the start of a spiderweb. The curtain at the top hid the darkness of the attic, but I could sense the void beyond the barrier. I hesitated for a moment and crossed the threshold.

I felt my way through the blackness until my fingers curled around a candle, gripping it like a cock and sparking the flame with my lighter. The heat burned its way into my body and I had to fight the rising urge to cum right there. I wasn't ready, she wasn't ready for me either. In a rush I lit the other candles and the darkness retreated to the edges of the room. Just enough to reveal the secret of the two of us to one another.

From the center of Babalon's Seal I composed myself, visualizing what I wanted the way that Crowley had instructed. I showed my fealty with two slow strokes of my cock before I looked up.

Staring at me from across the room, the mirror was a window to another place. Reflected back, my image was lean and hungry, a version of myself that I barely recognized. It felt good to leave behind what I was. From inside my bag I grabbed the length of chain and held it out in front of me so that Stella could see what I had brought to her. The chain was an ordinary one from a hardware store, simple metal links that I wrapped around my cock until it was snug. But Stella wouldn't mind, it was the connection between us that mattered and my end of it was hard as steel.

I tossed the end of the chain towards the mirror and the metal hit the ground with a thud.

The candles flickered and the attic transformed. The yellow light from the candles cycled through the spectrum of colors before settling on a deep purple that rippled with a pulsing energy. Inside the mirror, the shapes and colors swirled and a nebula emerged behind me, that same all consuming form that had swallowed me prior. The dots of distant stars in the void appeared first, countless sparkling points of light that spanned existence. A glow began to rise from the floor when the deep cuts of the carved seal filled with green light.

And then Stella arrived and my world shook.

The luster of her chains revealed themselves first, reflective steel that broke the darkness, and then the curves of her body flooded my vision and took away everything else. Her breasts were enormous, planets unto themselves with a gravity that pulled me closer. The heavy chain connecting her tits to her black collar was pulled taut from the unimaginable weight of her breasts.

Stella's head was bowed low and shrouded in the darkness of space. Unlike before, she stood straight up and the full majesty of her body came into view. Her thighs were immortal, never ending and ripe with life, so close to the heaven of what was between her legs. She was a titan of the cosmos.

Stella tugged at the linked metal that sprouted from her collar and shook her tits, an endless wave of flesh that rippled like a tidal wave across space. The movement caused an enormous tremor that rattled the cosmos and awakened what little part of me that had not entirely fallen under her spell. I was entirely hers, the way that I wanted it.

The chain I had offered to Stella wriggled with life, the links crawled towards the mirror under an unseen power and my cock was pulled forward by the tether I had created. The end of the chain reached the glass, rose up, and pressed against the surface like a snake, feeling its way to what lay beyond. For a moment I could see the chain reflected in the mirror and then the metal pushed through the glass as easily as if it was water. Suddenly, the chain tied to me was taut and I had no chance to resist its urging. Not that I would have, not now. What I finally dreamt of was in front of me and I eagerly followed the lead. Stella was waiting for me.

My cock was dripping. This wasn't some sticky goo trickling from the tip of my dick, it flowed like a busted faucet or a downspout knocked loose. A rhythmic discharge leaving a trail with each breath I took, mirroring the beat of my pounding heart. The pressure from the chain transformed my dick swell into a huge and veiny scepter. Swollen and purple, my balls were teeming with pleasure that only scratched the surface of what was promised to me.

Stella was coaxing me closer with nothing more than her presence, her existence an irresistible temptation. The notion seemed foreign that I could have ever been attracted to Denise's thin body, the thought of her in my mind was sacrilegious and Stella grinned from both the comparison and the power she wielded over me. Through the shadows I could sense the hint of her smile. There was so much of her to desire and I wanted all of it.

I pressed my body against the mirror and my cock broke through the surface first, disappearing into the unknown and swallowed by what lay on the other side. Beyond was pleasure, unbearable and far past the point of what I thought was possible. Surge after surge wracked my body to the point that I was delirious from the rapture. My body slumped and I gripped the edges of the sturdy mirror for strength. One final look at myself in the glass, wide eyed and quivering, and then I fell through to the other side.

The swirling darkness of the mirror was replaced by the still blackness of space. Small points of light dotted all around and established some sense of distance and scale in the void, enough to show that I was insignificant in all ways but one. My cock hummed with its true purpose. Ramrod straight, it pointed to the goddess on the horizon.

Euphoria seized control of my senses. Stella was everywhere. I could taste her in my mouth, feel my hands sink into her soft flesh, hear her summons in the soundless void of space. The escape of pleasure was all I knew, would ever know again. My cock rattled with energy, my balls churned, every neuron in my body was being rewritten for the sole purpose of ecstasy. I was dancing on the edge of exploding, that split second from which there is no turning back from.

But that moment of escape didn't arrive. Instead, time dragged to a halt. Stella's presence was so massive that she slowed down time with her gravity and me with it. Each second was an eon, my mind racing light years as the wave of pleasure inside of me crested but didn't break.

Sparks fired off of Stella's body. Two exploding novas from the stars of her nipples that traveled down the chain and raced towards me, coating me in light until I glowed like the stars around me. I belonged to her.

I was drifting in the eternal void of space. Moored to Babalon by the endless length of chain, the two of us were bound to one another. The leash around my cock tightened and pulled me closer to the oblivion of ecstasy that I would never reach.