Goetic Justice 2

"But it's not just Carlisle," Ryan replied, "this is an organization that kills summoners. I'm not a Watcher or a Nephilim, I'm not a demon, I'm just...some guy. All it takes to permanently kill me is an especially hard punch. Even if Haures is out of the picture, there's still an army of corrupt cops out for my blood, and whoever else might be on their payroll. Just who the hell are these people?"

Gamori saw fit to answer his question, more letters and shapes forming from the sand to create a new word.

"Freemasons?" Ryan asked, his brow furrowing as he examined the floating text.

"Do you know what that is?" Nahash asked.

"It rings a bell," he replied. "I must have heard them mentioned in passing, or maybe read about them somewhere, they're some kind of secret organization I think. I thought it was just a conspiracy theory. Great, so the New World Order has it out for me..."

He sat abruptly in the triangle, running his hands through his hair in exasperation. He came across a leaf that was tangled in it, fumbling with it as he struggled to pull it free. His frustration coming to a head and he crumpled it up, throwing it as hard as he could, the leaf fluttering to the grass almost as if it was mocking him. Tears of anger welled in his eyes as he crossed his arms over his knees, staring at his shoes.

"That's enough Gamori," he mumbled, "I have what I need."

The sand once again fell to the grass in a heap, the spinning hurricane slowing until he could make out the demon as she sat atop her camel. She watched him curiously, seeming interested by his outburst. Nahash no doubt sensed his emotions, but she elected to leave him alone, letting him work through it.

"You know what the most fucked up part about all of this is?" he asked, Nahash shaking her head. "I just wanted a fucking job. That's all I wanted. I should have just swallowed my pride and got a gig flipping burgers. Now I'm going to get black-bagged by some kind of...Bohemian Grove motherfuckers."

She gave him a minute to compose himself, then crouched beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He closed his hand over hers, squeezing it.

"I didn't mean that," he muttered. "If I had never summoned Orobas then I never would have met you. I just...figured I'd live a lot longer than this."

"Then the choice has been made for you."

He looked up at her, drying his eyes with the back of his sleeve.

"What do you mean?"

"If you believe that your death is inevitable then you are free to act. Failure has the same outcome as doing nothing, and so there is no reason not to try. You cannot just live in the grove for the rest of your days, the magick of the Seirim is finite. We would not be able to keep you fed for very long."

"So...what? You think I should go out in a blaze of glory?"

"I think you should try to find a solution," she said, "you have nothing more to lose. You are more creative than you give yourself credit for, Ryan, and you have more than a little luck on your side. The fact that you're here at all is proof of that."

Ryan rose to his feet, brushing himself off, a little ashamed of his lapse in composure. Her words had calmed him down a little, and the spark of hope encouraged him, as faint as it might be.

"Alright, so what do we do?"

"We scour the Lesser Key," she replied, "we see if we can find a creative solution to our problem."

"More demons?" he complained, grimacing. "I feel like we're really pushing our luck now. Eventually, we're going to come across one that doesn't take our kind of payment."

"As I said, there's no choice."

"Alright, alright. So we find a demon who can get us inside that base, right on top of Carlisle. Then we take him out, which gets Haures off our back. Then what?"

He was startled by the braying of Gamori's camel, almost stumbling out of the protective triangle. The demon was glaring at him from her perch, her arms crossed over her chest, her hands hidden beneath her long sleeves.

"Payment is due," Nahash said ominously.

"Maybe it will he better this time?" Ryan asked hesitantly, but the Seirim didn't reply.

Gamori had fulfilled her side of the bargain, and now it was up to Ryan to provide the entity with the energy that she had been promised. He was still sore from his encounter with Vapula, and while the majority of his superficial cuts and bruises had healed, she had still milked him for all he was worth. He wasn't even sure that he had anything left to give the demon.

What if he couldn't perform, what if his tank was empty? Would a violation of the contract on his part result in the creature taking what he owed through other means?

He left the safety of the triangle, walking slowly towards Gamori. She looked down on him from atop her camel, regal and aloof, cocking her head slightly as he came to a stop beside the great beast. He waited for her to give him instructions, to make her move, but she merely observed him as he stood before her looking dejected.

"Take what is owed," he finally said, bracing himself for whatever might come next. He felt so small and insignificant next to the demon, powerless, her intense stare quickening his heart. After leaving him to stew for a few moments, she leaned down, reaching out towards him. Her long sleeve fell away to reveal an ostensibly human hand, with pale, almost grey skin and sharp fingernails painted the same blue as her garments. She cupped his face in her palm, turning it first to the left, then to the right as she examined him.

He felt like he was at a slave auction, about to be sold off like livestock. Was she going to check that he had all of his teeth too?

"Will you not speak to me?" he asked. "Can you speak at all?"

She merely smiled at him with her eyes. She was so pretty, stunning even, in an odd and kind of uncomfortable way. He glanced over his shoulder at Nahash nervously, but Gamori turned his head back to face her. Why was she just staring at him? Wasn't she going to...do anything with him?

His heart skipped a beat every time she batted her long, dark lashes, his face reddening as he averted his eyes from her piercing gaze. If things got out of hand, Nahash would step in and help him again, right? They had included a clause in the contract that let the Seirim assist him if he so desired, but she seemed to be keeping her distance for the moment.

Gamori released him, returning her hand to her lap, leaving him standing confused on the grass. Was he not to her liking?

His eyes were drawn to the ground, where a kind of blue mist was beginning to emerge between the blades of grass. It looked like colored smoke or a dry ice machine, the haze hanging low over the sandy summoning circle and growing thicker as he watched. Before very long it was opaque, like he was standing ankle-deep in water, both the grass and the sand now obscured beneath the fog.

Ryan turned, watching his back, certain that something was coming. There was energy in the air, magick coursing through the very atoms in his body, he could feel it making the hairs on his arms stand up. Sudden movement caught his eye, and he locked onto something that was emerging from the thick fog. A hand sprouted from the ground like something from a zombie movie, its fingers curled into a claw. It was basically humanoid save for its azure color, the skin looking like it was dyed or painted. The fingers were covered in golden bands and jeweled rings, ornate bracelets hanging from the wrist.

He resisted the urge to leap out of range of it, the hand didn't seem to be reaching for him. As he watched, another appeared beside it, then two more. One after another a forest of hands rose from the eerie, blue mist, two dozen of them at least. They surrounded him on all sides, Ryan feeling a twinge of panic as he realized that he couldn't escape if he had wanted to. Gamori was just sitting on her camel nearby, watching him as he reacted to her illusory magick.

The hands seemed to grip the dirt as if they were trying to drag themselves out of a bog, and Ryan saw the first head emerge. A curtain of long, black hair fell over its face to obscure its features, but he could see a pair of pointed ears like those of a fantasy Elf. They too were adorned with gold, pierced with jeweled earrings in several places.

A pair of shoulders emerged shortly behind it, narrow and feminine, Ryan noting that it had two pairs of arms. Once the creature had risen far enough above the mist, it brushed its hair aside with one of its four hands, peering up at him with a pair of yellow eyes.

It was a woman, or at least it looked like one. Her skin was an unnatural shade of blue, her lips tinted a deep purple, golden piercings decorating her prominent nose. Her long, raven hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, those yellow eyes fixing on him as she freed herself from the earth to stand at a full height of maybe five and a half feet.

She was shapely and feminine, slim, but full-figured where it counted. Her clothing consisted of an insubstantial top that barely served to cover her breasts, decorated with what looked like sequins or gold coins that were hanging from the material, catching the light whenever she moved. She was wearing a distractingly low-cut skirt that did little to conceal her legs, her blue thighs visible through the sparse curtain of fabric, those same coins hanging from her belt. There were more piercings dangling from her navel, and her toes were decorated with rings much as her fingers were.

The getup was clearly designed to accentuate the female form, and it reminded him of what a belly dancer might wear, or an ancient Arabian concubine. Just what manner of demon was this?

He found himself surrounded by the creatures. Their clothing varied in color and style, but it was consistently skimpy, their jewelry and hairstyles coming in many different flavors too. He noticed that Nahash had drawn closer, waiting at the edge of the circle as the blue mist lapped at her hooved feet like surf, ready to step in if things should go awry.

Gamori was just watching from atop her camel, was she not going to participate at all? Were these blue women going to do the job for her?

Ryan felt a hand on his shoulder, and he spun around to see that one of the creatures had crept up on him from behind. Another moved in from the front, resting two of her hands on his chest and the second pair on his hips. He whipped his head back and forth as he tried in vain to track them, the women closing in on him from all sides.

They didn't seem aggressive, so at least there was that.

The crowd of women began to fumble with his clothes, as if unfamiliar with them, plucking at the buttons on his jacket and trying to tug his pants down. He tried to bat them away, but there were so many of them, their fingers running all over his body. They slipped beneath the fabric, stroking his skin, roaming across his torso as they explored him. It tickled, but he was more alarmed than aroused.

Whatever these demons were, they were mischievous, giggling at him and flashing their yellow eyes as they circled him like a pack of hyenas. The rings on their toes and the golden bracelets on their ankles clattered with every step, almost like a bell on the collar of a cat, the ornamental coins that hung from their clothing dazzling him when they caught the light of the moon. They didn't just dress like dancers, they moved like them too. They were so flexible and spry, their fluid motions mesmerizing him.

It was nice to encounter a demon that didn't tower over him for once. These were no larger than an average woman, but they outnumbered him a dozen to one.

"Any advice?" Ryan asked, directing his question towards Nahash.

"They are Djinni," she replied, "keep your wits about you. These spirits are not to be trusted."

Djinni? Like Genie? Weren't those supposed to live inside lamps and grant wishes?

It was pointless to resist, he had to give Gamori what had been promised one way or another, and so he tried to stay still as the creatures undressed him. They figured out his jacket and pulled it off, along with the shirt that was underneath. They couldn't take off his pants, as there was a ward attached to his belt, the women recoiling from it like it was hot to the touch. He discarded it, then he unzipped his fly and kicked off his shoes so that they could tug down his trousers. One of them hooked her blue fingers around the waistband of his shorts and pulled those down too, exposing him.

The crowd of Djinni parted, leaving him standing in the circle wearing only his socks, the mist rising to his ankles. The women backed off, their hands extended towards him like they were offering him to Gamori. She watched from her saddle, cocking her head as if appraising his naked form. He covered his privates with his hands, feeling exposed as her icy eyes played across his body.

Seeming satisfied, she snapped her fingers, and the Djinni closed in around him again. They were her servants, part of her legions perhaps. This was all for Gamori's benefit, like they were putting on a performance for her. Maybe she only liked to watch?

In any other scenario, the prospect of sleeping with a dozen beautiful women would be exciting, but these were demons. Not only had Nahash warned him not to trust them, but Vapula's dramatic shift from eager lover to dominatrix was still fresh in his mind. Things could go south extremely quickly where the Goetia was concerned.

The Djinni moved as one, those behind him skipping out of the way as one of the demons to his front planted her hands on his chest, pushing him off-balance. He fell backwards, expecting to land in the dirt. Instead, when he put his hands out to catch himself, he felt fabric.

He tumbled onto a mattress, bouncing gently, silken sheets cushioning him. He turned his head to get a look at what he was sitting on, seeing a large, circular bed standing in the middle of the grove. It had appeared from nowhere, magickal or illusory no doubt. The round mattress was covered in scattered pillows of all shapes and sizes, sheets made from something slick like silk or satin adorning it. From above a kind of gossamer curtain fell about it, not really providing any privacy for the occupants. They were attached to a circular structure, which itself was not attached to anything, suspended in the air through supernatural means.

Everything was lavishly embroidered, geometric patterns and beautiful decorations sewn into every inch of the material. It was a bed fit for a king, or rather a sultan and his harem. It looked so out of place in the grove, surrounded on all sides by lush grass and overgrown forest.

Ryan could appreciate the flair, at least Gamori wasn't going to just take him on the ground as Vapula had. It would be unwise to assume benevolence, but right now he didn't feel like he was in any immediate danger.

He watched as the Djinni drew closer, climbing up onto the bed and parting the curtains, kneeling and sitting nearby as they urged him to lie down. He lay on his back, the many hands of the demons resting on him as if gently holding him down. They seemed eager, anticipating what was to come, sharing smirks and knowing glances with one another. Their blue hands stood out against his pale complexion, running up his thighs, stroking his hair. He started to relax a little, sensing no malice from these strange entities.

Looking up from his prone position, he could see the round structure from which the flowing curtains hung, the yellow eyes of a dozen Djinni looking down at him through the gloom. They smiled at him, whispered to one another, giggling and muttering. They were behaving like a gaggle of schoolgirls. He wondered idly what they made of him.

He heard another snap of Gamori's fingers, and more hands reached down towards him. There were so many, their slim, feminine fingers brushing lightly against his skin. There were enough to cover him almost completely, only slivers of his white skin visible beneath the sea of azure and gold.

Their rubbing took on a distinctly sensual quality, their digits tracing the contours of his body, glancing his more sensitive spots as others began to massage his muscles. Their hands roamed everywhere, their skin as soft and as smooth as the sheets that lay beneath him, the stimulation rapidly forcing his eyes closed and making his spine rise from the bed.

One of them produced a small crystal vial, upending it into one pair of hands, then rubbing all four together as she spread some kind of liquid across her palms. It was captivating to watch, she was so dexterous. A few of the other Djinni followed suit, conjuring the vials seemingly from nowhere and coating their hands with the contents.

When they reached down to touch him, he realized that it was some kind of oil. It made their contact instantly slippery, the women spreading the fluid across his chest and belly, then moving slowly down his arms and legs like masseuses working over their client. They traced his abdominal muscles, skirted his nipples, one of them dipping a fingertip into his navel as she moved lower. It felt so good, their hands gliding across his body, almost frictionless thanks to the pleasant-smelling concoction. The Djinni coated his skin in the stuff, removing his socks so that they could rub his feet and taking his hands in theirs, ensuring that every finger and toe was covered in it. He sighed as they stroked his neck and shoulders, even going so far as to rub it into his scalp, matting his hair.

It felt amazing, intoxicating. It wasn't necessarily sexual, no moreso than a visit to some high-end salon or resort, but these Djinni had him on cloud nine. He wasn't sure that you could even pay for this kind of treatment.

It occurred to him that they might be washing him. It was an element of the summoning ritual that he had been forced to forego. Perhaps Gamori didn't want to share a bed with a stinky mortal who hadn't had an opportunity to bathe in a couple of days? It was understandable. He must smell like sweat, fear and demon pussy.

A jolt of pleasure tore through him as their hands found his loins, leaving no stone unturned as they caressed him with their slimy fingers. They stroked his balls and his inner thighs, smearing the greasy oil on his rapidly growing erection. It was impossible to suppress his urges, their hands were just so soft and gentle, their fingers wrapping around his shaft as it hardened. He found himself bucking into their teasing hands as they giggled at him.

They shuffled closer to him on the bed, three of them sliding their many hands between his legs as the rest worked the oil into his chest and shoulders. One of them cradled his head, massaging his scalp and running her slim fingers through his hair, gazing down at him with her yellow eyes as he struggled to stay focused. There was a constant flurry of movement and sensation, overloading his nervous system as his brain tried desperately to react to every glance and stroke.

He was throbbing now, his member bouncing in the air as the Djinni whispered to one another and snickered at it, stroking its length. Their grip was firm, their pace leisurely, his breathing growing heavier as one of them slowly pumped her fist.

The pleasure halted abruptly as they flipped him over onto his front, his member pressing between his belly and the silky sheets, and he grumbled his disappointment as they laughed at him. His muttering soon quietened however as he felt their innumerable hands on his back. He squirmed beneath them as they traced the dimple of his spine with their fingers, kneading his shoulders with the heels of their hands, stroking his thighs and rump.

He groaned as they worked the stress out of his muscles, warmth and euphoria spreading through his body, his frustration all but forgotten. He could get used to this.