GWEN AND ROBERTA

Feature Writer: Unknown
Feature Title: Gwen and Roberta
Story Codes: Satanism, Abortion Ritual, Magic, Masturbation, Murder
XP Notes: Only partial story … still looking for the rest

Gwen and Roberta

Chapter 4

Gwen’s child was kicking up a storm by the time she and Roberta walked past the iron gate and into the foyer of the house now being used as a Satanic church. To the woman carrying the child to it’s life-after-death, this was nothing new. They had all reacted similarly to their up-coming demise. All seventeen of them. Some had been as young as nine weeks old, but all of them knew.

They knew what was going to happen. That’s why, at this time, it was important for Gwen to intensify her effort to send thoughts, feelings and images of “serenity”, “love” and protection” to her unborn child. The child had to die at just the right moment for the energy of the ritual to be of maximum use to the group. If the baby aborted spontaneously, beforehand, it would be a disappointment and failure for Gwen and the High Priestess.

The forces of light were doing everything they could to get the child out or at least retrieve it’s spirit before the ritual. The group had been devoting it’s energy in the opposite direction, having claimed ownership of it’s soul and begun manipulation of it’s energy even before it’s conception.

In the dark, Gothic foyer they were received by an older male in full servant’s attire. He greeted them briefly but warmly. He did not look down at Gwen’s bulge or even think about her condemned child. The seventy-year-old man had been trained for many years on the proper use of inter-personal energy before and after ritual. This was all between mother and child now. No distractions for Gwen.

The servant then left them, adjourning to an adjacent room, the Oak door of which he opened and closed with much grace. Gwen could feel herself dilating and her nipples were becoming sensitive. They would be fully erect within an hour. The abortion ritual would take place in under an hour and a half, but there were no clocks nor watches allowed in the church, so Gwen and Roberta could not know how long they had to wait, even if they had wanted to know.

They decided to sit on a wooden, antique bench against the wall. The two women took turns pumping the other’s hand with their own as they looked gratefully and worshipfully into each other’s eyes.

Roberta was mesmerized by the fierce passion of Gwen’s eyes, which revealed the magic of seventeen children being called from spirit and then sent back again in the most fundamental and potent acts of formation and transformation. Roberta felt so sanctified, so chosen to be part of this vital, instinctive magic. She had never felt so alive.

Two women, both priestesses, around age eighteen, wearing only silver high heels, chain mail bra and panties and nipple jewelry walked down the hall toward the vehicle and her escort. Gwen stood in offering and they ushered her away. Gwen being taken down the hall, voluntarily walking her child into oblivion, was one of the most beautiful things Roberta had ever seen. She had no way of knowing that there would be profound beauty on a much larger scale very, very soon. When the priestesses and Gwen stopped in front of a door down the hall, preparing to enter the room, Roberta psychically said goodbye to the little baby boy she had known so very briefly.

Roberta was among the thirteen naked, female members arranged in an eighteen foot wide circle around the altar when Gwen appeared from behind a door in the large, darkened, candle-lit room. The smell pervading the atmosphere was of sulfur, and myrrh, and frankincense. There was also the smell of a decaying flesh of some sort. To make the scene even more surreal, there was also the scent of something sweet.

As Gwen stood still and dropped her only clothing, a black, silk cape, the High Priestess left the circle, walking forward to the altar. Gwen walked through the opening made by her in the circle of women. She stood, facing the High Priestess in front of the altar.

The scene was calm, yet intense, as the High Priestess scanned Gwen’s energy and that of her very frightened and dying child. She needed to know which spirits were present who would either assist or attempt to thwart the group’s efforts and goals. She hypnotized Gwen and her baby, by eye contact with the baby’s carrier using a very specialized, ancient method of energy transfer.

The High Priest, followed by six mostly-naked male assistants, now entered the circle in the same way the High Priestess had. The circle was then closed. He nodded to the High Priestess and Gwen laid down on the altar. She was given more Black Cohosh and Blue Cohosh extract as her ankles, wrists and neck were chained to the five points of the pentagram on the stone floor.

A Baphomet was painted on her shaved pubis, the horns of it extending up past her ovaries on her swollen belly. Her hips were raised and she appeared, then, to be draped over the altar in the ultimate symbol of feminine, Satanic power.

The High Priestess slowly swirled her palm over the vehicle’s uterus, counter-clockwise, reciting an incantation. Gwen had hardly begun screaming from her cervix being opened psychically when the High Priestess put her other hand on Gwen’s throat chakra and Gwen was immediately silent. The High Priest took up his position between the vehicle’s legs.The High Priestess stood six feet behind him. The six male assistants, some wearing bits of fetish gear, stood around Gwen, three on each side. They began chanting and masturbating.

The female members, forming the circle which was the container of the magickal energy ritual, produced a humming, vibrating sound that Roberta had been taught and seemed a natural at.

There were spirits of light about, though, trying to protect the child, and everyone seemed to sense it. Even Roberta looked around at the ceiling, sensing something. So far, the child’s guardian spirits had not been able to penetrate the circle. If need be, the Satanic group would “raise a cone of power” or use countless other weapons at the High Priestess’ and High Priest’s disposal. The High Priest and High Priestess could tell that these guardian spirits were not of a high degree, so were most likely just ancestors from a past life or genetic ancestors. They weren’t to be under-estimated, but probably did not have the power to penetrate this group’s circle.

The High Priest knelt to deliver the spoonful of herbal powder and oxide paste to Gwen’s womb. The thin, solid gold 18″ spoon easily slid past her opened cervix, which was the only, feeble defense the boy being sacrificed had.

The little boy increased his kicking and thrashing inside it’s carrier’s womb, so the men became more aroused spiritually/sexually and the women in the circle intensified their vibratory humming. One after another, the males ejaculated onto Gwen’s face. The High Priestess wiped the semen into Gwen’s mouth, which she hungrily swallowed as she felt the boy inside her scream for mercy.

The child psychically showed her pictures of “the happy life they could have together” if she would only decide to save him. It was already too late, though: Gwen’s placenta was being torn away from the rest of her body, mainly by the immense psychic power of the High Priestess, who was using the rhythms and energies concentrated in the circle, indeed, even using the unborn child’s fear, confusion and pain, to bring the premature child into the view of all present.

Gwen’s hips jutted up and down and swayed from side to side in a grotesque dance of unborn pain and death. While enjoying the child’s blood-curdling screams within her, as always, she was able to perform the psychic techniques of visualization that separated the child from it’s carrier’s energy. If she kept this exhausting maneuver up, the child would soon be dead. All would rest on Gwen’s ability to accept energy from the rest of the group, to replace her own. She had proven, time and again, that she was capable of this. She had a photo album at home of all the children she had aborted in ritual, to prove this.
Everyone heard it.

It was the child’s voice.

“Mommy?” Emanated eerily from every wall of the room.

The powers of light had found a psychic toe-hold and they had to be stopped. The High Priestess stood at Gwen’s head and Gwen felt every hair on her body stand up. The High Priestess and High Priest then raised their arms over their heads, sending power and protection in an elaborate network over Gwen’s soon-to-be-vacated body.

Feeling the intense attack, the cowering child screamed louder than he ever had, regurgitated, defecated, urinated and died, spasming at the top of Gwen’s womb, away from her vagina.

It was time for baby to take the trip. The High Priestess captured, stored and sealed the child’s energy and spirit inside a large quartz crystal as she saw it emerge from it’s and then Gwen’s body.

The High Priest took out a gold, ten inch wide loop with a handle and placed it lightly on Gwen’s abdomen. He slowly drew it down, down toward her vagina, with the utmost concentration. The boy fetus was magnetically drawn down by it. This one was a ‘feet first’.

It happens about half the time. The High Priestess easily pulled the dead, grey boy out, who was still shaking. A single touch over Gwen’s womb by the High Priestess re-constricted Gwen’s cervix, giving her body some relief. The High Priestess then looked up at Gwen’s lactating, defiantly feminine breasts and wiped the crystal in the milk that was dribbling down… and quickly and reverently wrapped the crystal in black silk.

THE END ????