The Devil of Dunwich

Dunwich, Massachusetts, 1723

Obedience Barebone easily seduces Tace Hynde into the sinful act of devil worship because Tace has no interest in traditional Puritan Christianity. Tace finds worshipping at the clawed feet of a devil and easier and more fulfilling act of ecstasy than sitting in a church pew. Neither woman knows what acts of depravity that Tace and Obedience will perform, but they perform them all willingly for their unholy master.

This is a 30,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Originally published in three parts.

Content warning: this story features sexual acts between a devil and humans, lesbian sex, gay sex, BDSM and erotic torture, anal sex, sex magic, strong language, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

Obedience let her eyes rove over Tace’s naked body. “Oh to be youthful again,” she said to Tace’s discomfort.

The young blonde had to force herself not to hold her hands across her nudity. “What now?” she asked.

“You are bored with your life, yes? Following the orders of the elders is a burden. You want more power and control of your life?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The words came out automatically which made Obedience smile.

“We are all equals here. There is no need to call me ma’am.”

“Yes…Obedience,” Tace said with a bit of pride in her voice having overcome her years of indoctrination of behavior.

“Give me your hand,” Obedience requested as she knelt down next to the fire and picked up a small knife from the kit she had brought along with the iron pot. Tace held out her left hand to her new friend and felt the warmth of Goody Barebone’s fingers. “The left hand,” Obedience murmured. “Automatic or choice?”

“My parents used to beat me for using my wrong hand,” Tace said softly.

“There’s nothing wrong with the left hand here,” she replied. “A cut to the finger, nothing unexpected for a good housewife, yes?”

“I’m not a housewife just yet,” said Tace.

“Soon,” promised Obedience as she drew the knife across the pad of Tace’s ring finger. She hissed in pain. Obedience thrust her hand over the boiling pot and let several drops of blood fall into the roiling liquid. Tace wanted to draw away from the intense heat, but Obedience held it there forcing the blood out until she judged there was enough in the pot. “Did you bring his offering?”

© 2018 Green Bush Publishing (Ebook): 6610000093847

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Ebook: 3 augustus 2018