The Story of Jane

Part I

The tiny succubus spoke with her demonic dragon master overlorded by her evil witch mother. Another demon lurked near. Jane had been through the ritual of molestation by her father as prescribed in the council of evil Witches. It would seed her deeply in rage, hostility, and self- indulgence more than any other creature in the world. She had been chosen to destroy The One.

The tiny child was reared to express her lust, hatred, anger, and hostility toward everyone she saw. She was taught deep arts of deception and seduction. By the time she was seven, she had molested both of her brothers and readied them for demonic possession. By the time she was eleven, she had seduced several women and brought them under her evil influence. She thrilled at the touch of her father and flaunted her control of him in front of her mother.

Although her mother knew that it was necessary, it still hurt her deeply to see how easily she manipulated her husband.

“You little slut! One of these days, you're going to get yours. Remember, what goes around comes around.”

As she grew into her teen years, she had every boy who saw her eating out of her hand. She would instruct them to commit crimes to prove they loved her, then laugh as they were captured by the police and carried away in a squad car, lights flashing and sirens blaring.

Everyone whose life she touched was destroyed, just as it had been planned. She had progressed faster than anyone could have believed, even with all the power of darkness and the other eight demons which had entered her body. She had seduced her principal and had laughed hysterically as the other office workers tried to pull the hypnotized educator off of her. Her power had become so strong that The Council of Witches feared that she may even take control over their master.

At sixteen, she had seduced a young man on a motorcycle and taken off on her own. The only way The Council of Witches could track her was through a psychic connection... but only if she allowed them to. They feared that they had done their work too well. They were right. They could no longer control her actions. She had become more powerful than all of them combined. She had learned how to command and seduce all the demons and creatures of the underworld. They dare not make her angry.

In her 35^th year, it was time. The One had appeared as a man named Carl. He had been chosen to bring light into the world. He was to gather all the light workers of the world to defeat the darkness. He was the hope for mankind's deliverance. The witches knew it must be stopped lest they lose all their power on the earth. They called a sacrificial meeting to prepare Jane for her destined feat.

The coven leader called the coven to gather at their cavern in the mountains. The full moon lit the entrance to the cavern. A few bats flew out of the entrance as they began their entry. The walls were cold and gnarled roots protruded from its walls. Torches and candles lit the way into the deep, dark sanctuary. The flashing light of the torches revealed the shackles, restraints, and torture devices housed in their place of ritual.

A sadomasochistic orgy to precede the ritual as they shouted their praises to the Evil One. Candlelight flashed on the whips and chains as they made their marks. Orgasmic screams were heard throughout the cavern. When they were through with their debauchery, Jane was placed on the altar as the witches and warlocks gathered round, cutting their flesh and offering sacrifices, chanting spells as they slashed their flesh, cut off fingers, and let their blood pour into a chalice. They mixed it with a mixture of proscribed ingredients. The mixture effervesced momentarily when the last ingredient was added. Dragons and demons appeared in the darkness lit only by candles. Strange other-worldly moans emerged from nothingness.

When they had come to the end of the ritual, they lifted the chalice to Jane's mouth and commanded her to drink. She took some of the blood in her mouth, then spat it on them, cackling after she did so. The warlock priest presiding over the ceremony punched her face hard. She let out a scream, then, this time, took the blood mixture. When she swallowed, a large wind swept in, blowing out the candles. Lightning's eerie fingers stretched down over Jane. The candles were re-lit. The ceremony was over.

All the coven fell to their knees and bowed to her when she arose. The devices had been set in motion and she was to be the salvation of darkness, the concubine of the Evil One. Just as she was leaving, she turned and hissed at the coven leader who had hit her. He immediately felt the pain of a thousand ants stinging his body. He fell to the floor and writhed in pain. His mistress started toward Jane, but was stopped with Jane's cold, hard stare.

Jane stalked and followed Carl studying him online... plotting her move. After a few months, finally it was time. In a single night, she had played on his sympathies, telling him of the awful things that the witch coven did to her. She decided to trick him into giving her a secret to abort a child, telling her she was raped by a gang of ruffians. This would cause him to break a tie with the light and allow a demon to slip in and influence him. She described how they pounded her over and over; how she screamed helplessly for them to stop. Carl tried to resist the desire he was feeling for her as he felt himself growing erect, hoping he could someway bring her to the light. She played on his desire and seduced him that very night, her orgasm piercing the night air over the phone. By the next day, a soul-bond had been formed through which she could control him, even at great distances.

Jane played the part of a helpless Cinderella perfectly, then when he fell for her helplessness, she'd start describing in detail what others had done to her. Carl fell into a helpless state of eroticism. When she was sure he was hooked hard, she seduced him through astral projection. She took his long, hard member into her astral body, riding him up and down. Carl couldn't believe that he was experiencing this. It felt wonderful. It felt as if she was really there. Jane reached into his chest with her astral hand and grabbed his heart. Carl felt himself discharging in his underwear harder than he ever had before. He was totally helpless. She united her soul with his and blinded him to the evil that had befallen him. She had him totally in her power. He was convinced that the uniting was of the light and he had saved this poor woman's soul. More than that, he was in love.

Carl was easily manipulated after that. She would play as if she were madly in love with him. She would make him fall deeper and deeper in love. Each day, another game, another poem, another act of helplessness, playing on his desire to have her in person and walk with her through life. He saw her as the perfect mate to help him bring light into the world if he could only save her. She conveyed how her life was in danger from the evil coven leaders, bringing out his desire to save her even stronger. Through the spirit tie, he could feel her pleasure and her pain. When she would partake in her sadomasochistic pleasures, the pain would cause him to feel he was having a heart attack. Several times it sent him to the emergency room.

Knowing now that he was fully under the spell, Jane spoke a spell from an ancient ritual and caused Carl to propose to her. He WANTED to propose her. So deeply was he entangled with her that he knew he must have her. After he spoke the proposal, she toyed with his feelings. She then accepted his proposal, filling Carl with elation. The next day, it was time to break his heart for the first time.

Jane contacted Carl by Instant Messenger. They had been speaking on cam for months. Today she would not turn on her cam. Instead, she typed to him about how her ex had come back and how she slept with him. She told Carl that she was going back to Donny and the engagement was over. Carl pleaded, but Jane would not rescind. Carl was so heartbroken that he grabbed the bottles of pills near his table and swallowed them. Carl passed out, the room swirling around his head as he drifted into darkness.

The next morning, Carl awoke. The pills had not been enough to kill him. He wept bitterly and uncontrollably. He tried to contact Jane, but she only used the contact to hurt him worse and worse, telling him all the things that Donny had done to her. It was driving him mad.

Copyright © 2009 Cal Jennings