Cassandra Radcliffe sat in the middle of the circle of slowly thrashing bodies, the shuddering cries and deep moans echoing in the candle-lit classroom. She noted that Emily Goldstein, lying on her back on the cold floor, was dangerously close to an orgasm. Luke James's face, buried between her spread and plump thighs, worked enthusiastically, making the virginal woman ready to lose control.
Cassandra reached over and touched the man's shoulder.
"Slowly Luke," she cautioned him. "We don't want her to get too excited just yet."
He mumbled something from the clutches of Emily's thick legs, the man's squirming lips causing further delight to the quivering woman he was pleasuring.
"Emily, please concentrate on what you're doing--not what you're experiencing," the naked high priestess told the moaning freshman.
The first-year student was the weakest link in the chain. She wasn't as sexually experienced as the rest and had nervously informed Cassandra she was a virgin. Despite the woman's worries she might make the ritual a disaster, she still went ahead with her participation. It was risky and Cassandra had to balance the inexperienced with the more adept. She had hoped Luke would be gentler with this challenge since he was the oldest coven member.
Amy had begun the human chain by lying on her back and accepting Luke's cock into her mouth. Emily had slid beneath his face and anxiously received Barry's shaft between her quivering lips. Barry was face-first into Heather, Heather's lips took in Stan, and he in turn lapped at Amy who allowed him to complete the ring. Everything was going well until Emily became too excited for her own--and the group's--good. Cassandra smiled when the virgin freshman's emissions dropped to the same level as the others. Man, woman, man, woman, and so forth, they lay around her, each one's head buried into the crotches of the person next in line. Flickering candles on a makeshift altar illuminated the circle of lapping, sucking co-eds.
Moving back to the center, she glanced about to make sure the energy rising off the heated bodies was in harmony. Centering herself, she reestablished her concentration so she could hopefully find the identity of the serial killer who was stalking the campus of Evans City University and put an end to his reign of bloody terror. This was a very difficult rite to perform. Balancing on the knife-edge of the heady sensations of physical pleasure yet controlling their desires enough to raise as much power as possible wasn't easy, and Cassandra couldn't be prouder of them. They'd never tried anything this complex before. But if successful, the results would outweigh the dangers of getting caught.
Cassandra frowned at the notion of being discovered. None of their dorm rooms were large enough to do such an elaborate ceremonial magick ritual. Thankfully, at four o'clock in the morning the entire building was empty. The power she needed to raise and the place they had available to use had dictated the how, why, and when.
Good. The power is rising nicely in the circle, she thought. Now if Emily can contain her natural desire to climax and Luke doesn't lose his cool, we should have an answer very shortly.
Cassandra dropped more white sage into the cauldron and watched the smoke rise, scenting the classroom with its aroma. She gathered her long black hair into a ponytail and tied it off behind her head. The fumes rose into her nostrils and both purified the circle and helped her calm her worries. However, they quickly resurfaced.
I only hope we don't get caught.
Peering into the shallow clay bowl, she began pulling in the energy swirling around her. Her body began to thrum from it. More and more power flowed into her and she shunted it towards the bowl and tapped into her gift. A faint flicker of something appeared at the bottom of the watery container. Cassandra stared into the liquid without blinking. Waving her blessed knife over the bowl, she summoned her innate abilities and sent a silent prayer to the Wiccan Goddess.
Lady of the Moon, O Goddess above, please lend me your aid. Help your followers's quest to stop a killer and put an end to this madness.
Images came into focus in the still water. She studied and memorized them. With her borrowed energy, she willed the vision to expand to find these objects. The vision pulled away, letting her see a big knife.
It's working!
She tried not to shout for joy when the scene grew as if she was standing up over the items. The edges of the vision, once blurry and undefined, sharpened into focus with each passing second. Unblinking, Cassandra watched the water intently.
Suddenly Emily sobbed out in pleasure, a cry of pre-orgasmic delight that echoed loudly in the darkened classroom. It came out muffled due to her mouthful but still carried enough strength to interrupt Cassandra's concentration. Keeping her eyes glued to the bowl, she spoke a hushed comment at the nineteen-year-old. Reforming and teasing the image back into focus, she began to pull back farther.
A few seconds more--that's all I need! she prayed to herself.
She saw the inside contents of the carved box, the big dagger, and the black velvet bag. All of this was lying on a desk covered by a black fabric. The silver stitching glinted in the candlelight. In a few more moments, she would be able to see her surroundings. The excitement began to build in her soul.
"Ah!" the chubby co-ed moaned loudly.
Damn it Luke! You were supposed to keep her from climaxing!
Cassandra heard Barry sob in frustration, and something told the high priestess Emily had disengaged her mouth from his shaft. She tried to hurry the vision.
"Oh my God!" Emily shrieked lustfully.
Cassandra flinched, almost spilling the bowl.
"Ah, damn it, Emily!" Luke chastised.
"I'm... sorry, I'm so sorry I j-just couldn't keep it from... happening!" the distraught freshman sobbed amid shuddering groans.
There was the sound of running feet and the slam of the classroom door as it opened. Then a bright light flooded into the room. The ritual was broken and the naked members of the coven stared at the surprised and shocked expressions on the faces of the campus police. It was obvious the freshman's shout of ecstasy had aroused their suspicions, forcing them to investigate the classroom. Peering down into the bowl, she was angry to see the images had faded.
Shit! I almost had it!
