Blood Orgy Of The Psychedelic Witch

Chapter 9

Everyone was brought into the living room. On the coffee table lay three folded outfits and a speedo—all black. Steven, Lily, Cornelia, and Cameron stood in a semicircle around the table, waiting for Rose. No one spoke—no one knew what to expect. Lily asked Steven if he knew what was happening, but he shook his head.

Rose came in from the kitchen and stood across from them, enjoying their uneasy anticipation.

"It was agreed that in order to stay here, you'd have to cater to some of my needs. This is it."

"What?" Cornelia asked.

"An ancient ritual to be performed for my benefit. I don't care what your beliefs may be. You are to wear the outfits I have given you, follow my instruction, and participate when need be."

She pointed to the two outfits on the left-hand side of the table. "Those are for the ladies." Then the third, "that's for Steven." And the speedo, "that's for Cameron. Now, go get prepared and meet me in the basement."

Rose sat on the end of Steven's bed as he dressed, providing him with further instruction. He was nervous of screwing up and facing her wrath.

"As much as I am the leader, you must use my cues to guide the girls."

"What about Cameron?" he asked.

"We need a human altar. He fits the bill well. Now hurry and get ready."

He unfolded the clothing, already aware that it was a robe made of a delicate fabric. It was tight around his arms and chest, then billowed out as it came down.

She can't make anything non-sexual, he thought.

The four waited in the living room again for her. The girls were dressed in provocative one-piece outfits and a cloak. Their figures were accentuated and arms, legs, and cleavage fully exposed.

She finally descended the stairs, dressed like the girls, and said, "Come now, and meet decadence."

They were lead into the basement, which consisted of a large single room made of ancient stone and dirt for a floor. Lit candles rested in tall holders lining the walls, save for an old trunk in the corner and a smaller box beside it.

A cluck could be heard from the box and Lily groaned, knowing what would happen.

A sacrifice.

Rose hadn't given the others any instructions beforehand, but it were as if she was communicating with them now via a psychic force. Cameron instinctively went to the other end of the room and bent over on all fours as a bodily altar five-feet from the wall. The other three rested on their knees before him.

Rose made her way over to the chest and took out an iron chalice filled with a mysterious liquid. She stood on the other side of the altar before the congregation and said, "Tonight, we will give yourselves to our true masters so that they in turn may grant me with what I desire most. Now drink from the cup and open yourselves up."

Everyone besides Cameron drank from the chalice, who was considered nothing more than an object now.

Rose set the cup aside, closed her eyes, and slowly began uttering words in a foreign tongue, barely above a whisper. Then, she slowly made a continuous circle in the air with her right hand, her chants becoming louder and louder.

Suddenly, she threw her right arm out before her. Something inside the three forced them to cry out: "Santhos!" and thrust their right arms out at Rose.