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Four Rings
by Dafydd Cyhoeddwr
It took Hale a long time to make the Rings. He made four, each a different size, intended for different purposes, but they would all do the same thing no matter how worn.
Hale was a brilliant scientist-cum-magician who had lived a very long life. He was old and he didn't like it; the slow wasting of his body by the unstoppable affliction of age was unbearable to him. He had tried and tried to arrest the aging process but nothing had worked. Then when it was almost too late, he had come upon the Rings.
They were made of silver and black onyx, blended in an 'impossible' alloy. Each was carved identically in a very intricate relief pattern containing a few very important symbols among the decorations. He knew they would work - they were guaranteed - but still he worried.
So, finally ready and all but out of time, he said the proper words over the first of the Rings and then summoned his nurse.
Elise was beautiful. Tall, statuesque, with long blonde hair, full red lips, fuller bust, a trim waist, nicely flared hips, well turned legs and emerald-green eyes. She was dedicated to Hale - or, rather, to the money he paid her - and had done some things for him a more professional (or stuffy) nurse wouldn't have. So when she entered his lab that day and he said "strip, my sweet Elise," she complied without comment, swiftly and expectantly.
Hale's eyes were all for the pussy that was soon uncovered. It was bare - she shaved it just for him - and pierced three times, once for each year she had been with him. A small, plain silver ring in each set of holes kept her closed to all but him as they were locked by magic. But, she didn't mind because he was very good with his tongue and hands, and though his cock hadn't risen in 10 years he let her fuck her boyfriend every once in a while (while he watched, of course).
When she was naked, he called her over and removed all three rings from her labia. Then, after locking his wheelchair's wheels and reclining its back, he had Elise 'assume the position', which placed her, legs spread, over his well-positioned face. And he went to work.
As Elise knew, he was good with tongue and hands because he had practiced. He knew where to lick, suck, nuzzle, or poke, and when. He knew how fast to go, or how slow. He paced himself and her, and he could go on for hours no matter what her initial mood was.
But today he worked fast. He felt his heart laboring even as he felt Elise quivering with the onset of her second orgasm. His nostrils were full of the scent of her and his tongue tingled with her taste. She began to shiver, then shimmey with orgasm, crying out and expelling her own cum into his mouth. It was done.
He lapped her clean and asked her to help him reposition his chair. He then thanked her for her services and began replacing her rings. But, the third ring he laced into her labia was the first of the Rings. She looked at it and said, "Oh, that looks nice..." but she got on further.
A whirlwind took them both and shook them violently. Disorientation and nausea came, then receeded. And as the world slowed and then settled, Hale knew triumph.
He now looked down at his body sitting slack in the wheelchair he had seldom left in 15 years. The body looked grey and he extended a hand that felt young and strong to check for a pulse. It was there, but weak and thready. Smiling, he looked down at himself and wasn't surprised to see Elise's body, all 38-24-36 of him/her, three rings still in his cunt holding it closed.
It had worked! Grinning in triumph, he wheeled Elise-in-his-old- body into a hidden room and lifted the limp body into a special chamber he had prepared. With one last look at his old self, he closed the door and activated the chamber, which would preserve the life in the old shell until his plan was complete.
Still nude, she/he (how subtly the old distinction s shifted. He was still himself, but because of the feel - the new environment, the new feelings, both of youth and of femininity - of this body, his mind turned his self-concept from "he" to "she" automatically) went to the phone. In She called up Eric, Elise's boyfriend, and, in a voice that was silky, sweet, and full of promise, made a date with him. Dressing unhurriedly, reveling in both the unexpected thrill of the clothes she was putting on as well as the freedom of being unlimited in her range of movement again, she placed the second Ring (somewhat larger than the first) into her purse and went 'home' to Elise's apartment to prepare for her date.
Eric arrived late but Elise knew that he would eventually get there. Hale had access to Elise's memories (and personality), and she knew that Eric never broke a date - that he loved Elise and her body, and was also always hot and ready for sex of any kind. He had seldom been able to use her cunt, but there were enough other ways to gain pleasure from each other that he seldom had cause to complain.
Their usual arrangememt was to eat out, then return to her apartment (he lived with a roommate) for the rest of the night. Elise had no wish put off the inevitable tonight, so she wore her sheerest neglige over a black corset and a black garterbelt holding up classic black fishnet stockings (no panties). Everything was decorated with red ribbons that matched the shade of her lipstick and the rouge on her nipples. She was sure that Eric would forget about dinner.
As indeed he did. When he knocked on the door and she answered it, he took one look and gasped. He moaned as his cock bulged in the front of his trousers. He grabbed her around the waist and mashed his lips over hers, tongue thrusting in time with his groin's movements against hers. She backed up enough to close the door then, after a moment or two more pulled away from Eric. "Strip, love. I've got a surprise for that lovely tool between your legs," she said, removing her negligee and posing.
Eric's eyes bulged. He noticed the difference in the third ring in her labia (he had that particular area of her body well memorized) but said nothing in his haste to undress.
Soon he was naked. He was a tall blond athlete with finely sculpted features and body and a huge cock. Elise loved the look and feel of that body and, to egg him on, she knelt, removed the middle ring in her labia, and spread the lips wide.
Eric moaned again, and his cock swelled even more. She lay back on the couch in invitation and he accepted with alacrity. He positioned himself between her legs and carefully slipped himself between her lips and into that hold that, from so few uses, was perfectly tight about his plunging cock. And the tightness of her outer lips squeezing about him was new, alien, and wonderful.
He laid himself down over her, pumping away, and took a beautiful breast into his mouth. He loved all of Elise - her breasts in his mouth, or around his cock, her ass about his rod, her lips on his, or sucking his prick. But he also loved her emotionally - she wasn't just a sex object. That was why he stayed faithful to her despite her nutty boss' closing of her cunt to him most of the time.
Elise began speaking, something she rarely did but which he loved. "Oh god, Eric, what a good fucker you are! That huge prick feels so good inside me, stretching my cunt and making it feel so filled. Keep it up, harder, faster...that's it, twist, buck, thrust...oh, I'm cumming!!"
And she did. She came, and again, and again - and finally Eric came too, spending massively into her much waiting cunt.
He pulled out and she sat up and bowed over his lap, licking him clean.
She said, "Now for my second surprise." She stood and wiggled over to the table. There, she picked up the second Ring and returned to him. She went to her knees by him and gently placed the ring over his cock, threading his mostly-limp cock through it, then working it behind his balls so that it encircled the base of his now rising cock and under his balls. He looked at her oddly, then started to speak, but a light enshrouded his body for a few moments and then Hale inhabited him too. Eric's "self" went to share Hale's shell with Elise while Hale's "self" spread across both Elise and Eric, controlling both bodies.
Hale was overjoyed! It felt good to be a man again - and such a man as Eric! It has been so long since he had felt his blood boil and his loins harden and surge, instead of that odd half-tingle and pop of his old-man orgasm. He had felt right as a woman, as Elise, but that was part of the Rings' magic. In Eric's body he not only felt at home, he felt the full vigor of youth as he had once held it, only better. He felt like a god in Eric's godling body!
Then he felt something strange. His mind blured and he was two people at once - Eric and Elise. Each looking at the other with complete but identical and linked minds.
Something totally indescribable overcame him. He felt Eric erect faster and farther than ever before, and she felt Elise begin to flow, nipples crinkling, just as swiftly. Nothing was said: the two slowly came together, then Eric slid with consumate ease into Elise - himself! - as Elise feld that cock - hers! - again stretch her wide. They made slow, wierd love, each feeling the others' feelings, staring deeply into each others eyes the whole time.
Their climb toward orgasm was enhanced by their mutual awareness of each other. It also broke all bounds and records either had ever set for time to peak and strength of peak, and when they finally came - at exactly the same time and to exactly the same pleasure - the felt their bodies melting into each other as the separate parts of their minds/self became even more entwined into the single Hale entity. They collapsed in total exhaustion, both completely spent, when their minutes-long orgasm finally released them.
The next morning, for that was when they - he - woke up, he began working toward the next member of his little group of bodies. The former Eric's roommate was a weight lifter. For the 'plan' that Hale was trying to put together, he would need someone of prodigious strength, just in case. So, centered in Eric's body for the time being, he made sure he had the third of the Rings handy and returned home to await for the right moment.
That came some few days later. It was Saturday and Eric, who had been staying around the Bridge (as they affectionately called their apartment (both were ex-Navy)) a great deal waiting, was surprised to find Dan (the aforementioned roommate) not preparing for his usual nightly date. When asked, Dan answered, "Angie got sick with the flu this afternoon. And the other regulars are already booked for tonight. And I'm tired anyway, too tired to go stag to a bar or a club. So, I thought I'd just stay home and watch TV for a change."
'Perfect,' thought Eric/Hale. Their bar was well stocked and he proceeded to suggest to Dan that they do their best to remedy this situation.
Two hours later, both seemed roaring drunk. 'Seemed', because Eric wasn't anywhere near inebriated, 'though he was drinking as much as Dan. They were both laughing at the hilarious goings on on the adventure show they were watching. As the buxom young ladies were flaunted in their usual way, Dan was becomming visibly horny. Shortly thereafter, Eric made his move.
While the closing credits rolled, he (unsteadily) rose and switched off the set, then staggered over to the stereo wall-unit. He ultra-carefully put 'Oxygene' on the turntable, set it on repeat, flipped on all eight speakers, dialed the volume to .5, and cued it. As the electronic music began softly in the background, he went and sat across the coffee table from Dan, who was still staring at the black TV tube.
Eric said, "Hey. Let's play a game. It'll help take our - minds - off of this womanless night."
Dan agreed. They had 'played' together before, though never more than jerk-off games. He muzzily asked, "What can we...uh...do tonight?"
Eric had his answer ready. "Well, we could have a race. A contest. The winner gets something from the loser - something material, just to ease your mind. The contest will be...we'll take turns telling erotic stories. The one who makes the other hot enough to cum wins."
Dan agreed readily and they undressed sloppily. Naked, Dan looked magnificient. The Elise part of Eric wanted to touch, to fondle, to suck - but Dan was hetero. This was as much contact as Dan would allow. He had bronzed skin, light brown hair, and a cock that was long and thick but which, though it was larger than Eric's, looked somehow small on his body, so built up and huge was he.
The contest began. They took their seats stark naked and chose for who would start. Eric lost, so he began fondling his cock as Dan collected his alcohol-muddied thoughts and then began speaking.
Dan had a good imagination and a wide range of experience to draw upon, so he was sure he could make Eric pop first. But he started out slowly, to build their fun.
"A woman. Bronze skin. Coal black hair. Naked. Breasts full, large, pearshaped. Nipples like steel, hard and tiny, dark brown. A figure that's perfect - narrow waist and flaring hips beneath those beautiful tits.
"Her hips. Smooth skin, shadowed. A patch of silklike fur between her legs. She lays down. Spreads her legs. Pink shows within the darkness between her thighs. Hands begin to roam, touching her whole body. One stays with her rock-hard nipples, toying with them. One coasts across her flat stomach, rests for a moment on that so soft bush, and then dips lower, hiding the pink.
"Her breathing roughens as her hand rubs across her cunt. Her hand slickens with her lubrication. She moans as she touches her lengthening clit. Liking it, she stops rubbing elswhere and concentrates on her love button which is now fully aroused. As she twirls her clit, two fingers slip into her widening vagina and begin pumping. Her hips begin to gyrate. Her other hand works harder on her nipple and her moans grow louder and louder.
"Soon her hands can't keep up with her body. Rhythm is broken. She doesn't care. She pumps and twirls and pinches when she can, crying out each time. Her hand is slimy, wet with cunt-juice as are her thighs. Her hand flies about her pussy, working intensely and soon, with a clenching of her cunt, fingers burried deep, thighs locking hand in, other hand clutching her breast, she comes, hips arching, and uttering a loud cry of utter ecstasy."
Eric's eyes were glazed, his hand working automatically. His enrapturement was two fold - his own enjoyment of the image, and the memories of Elise, who could provide actual memories of just such a session, let him know just exactly how each action felt. Eric was close to cumming and he knew he wouldn't have to cheat much to let Dan win.
But the contest lasted for an hour more. Eric was spicy but not too much; enough to keep Dan aroused and interested, but not too near climax. Dan, on the other hand, could have been a porn writer and his words would have aroused a lifelong celibate eunuch.
It was Dan's turn, and he spun this story:
-:-
You struggle in your bonds. The leather corsette is tight and binding and your arms are tied behind you and to the corsette. Your ankles are shackled together about two feet apart. A stiff collar about your neck keeps your head up and provides the ring by which you are chained to the wall.
In walks she who took you off the street, forcibly, hauled you here and trussed you up. With no trouble. She took great pleasure in cinching your cock and balls into the cock-ring, you remember.
She is tall and well padded in breast and ass. She had blonde hair that is almost white. She is wearing a leather body suit which is laced wide up the front. It has cutouts for her nipples, which protrude, hard and pointed and deep red. Likewise, her crotch is revealed by another cutout which allows her thrusting mound to show. It was well thatched with pussy hair the same shade as that on her head, contrasting sharply with the black of the leather of her suit.
She wears tall black boots with needle heels. The tops of the boots reach to her mid-thigh. Her hands and arms are sheathed in gloves that reach to her biceps, also of black leather. She wears a black choker around her neck and a braided black headband to hold her hair away from her face. Her red-painted lips are full but cruel, and the black whip she holds looks cruel as well.
She stands before you, legs spread, and you smell both the leather, which is heady, and her cunt, which is hot, ready, and headier. But you know not to move without orders and so you wait, staring greedily at that yellow-white cunt.
She says, 'You dog, you slave. Show your lowliness, show your obediance by licking me. Lick me out. Make me cum now, fast!'
You edge forward, burrying your face in that soft bush. Your nose goes right to the source of the scent and you feel her hot wetness on it. She spreads her legs wider and you nuzzle deeper, using your tongue and nose, eyes closed, loving the humbleness you feel. You work well, tongue in cunt, thrusting then lapping, then probing again; nose flicking her clit and pushing it like a button.
Soon, she grips your head and grinds down on your face. She is satisfied: she comes, soaking your whole face in sticky fluid. You swallow as much as possible and love its taste. She sighs and backs away while your tongue tries frantically to lap up as much juice as it can. She smiles at the sight of your shiny face and protruding tongue.
Then she gets mean again. She cracks her whip and says, 'Stand!' You obey, chastened from your pleasure at her pleasure. It is difficult to rise with your arms tied behind you and your ankles shackled, but you manage it. She nods, then turns her head to one side and calls, 'Shirra!'
In walks a young woman clad in a white chemise with an open neck. She is as blonde as the leather-clad one, but is much younger. It shows in her face and her almost boyish figure. Her breasts are prominent but not yet full. She is beautiful, and obviously in - fear? awe? - of the leather-clad one. She over to that one and kneels at her feet, head down and hands crossed behind her.
The mistress says, 'This is my...niece...Shirra. My sister's daughter. Kelly's not married and we don't know who the father is - could be anyone, given her ways. Kelly often sends Shirra to me - in fact, we've been together now for a year, and we have a secret from dear Kelly now, don't we, Shirra? My niece is very subserviant to me - she does whatever I wish. I shall illustrate - Shirra, suck him.'
Shirra knee-shuffles over to you, pulling her shift taught over her yount, pert breasts. Her hair falls forward, hiding her small face and very green eyes. She stops in front of you and looks up into your eyes around your throbbing dick. She smiles, reaches up to briefly stroke your leather corsette. Then, looking at the object of her attention, she wraps a small hand about your cock, then eases her mouth over its bulk.
She goes to work with amazing skill. Her cheks bulge hugely with the weight of your cock and you feel her tongue flickering around the length in her warm mouth. Then, with a little pop, it intrudes down her throat and you gasp at the tightness.
Her hands are at work too, one guiding your prick to her face and stroking the length that remains outside her mouth, the other cupping and fondling your balls. You are hot and she is making you hotter - you are having trouble standing. Then, you feel the tightening, the tingling, and Shirra backs off of your cock until only the head is within her mouth as you begin to cum. She swallows swiftly, but even so tiny streams of thick, white fluid ooze out around your cock where her lips can't fully seal closed, dripping down her chin and onto the flesh of the tops of her breasts.
She continues to suck until you are dry inside, and then she make sure you are clean outside as well, licking so industrially around your cock that it begins to rise again. Before she can start to blow you again, the mistress says, 'Come here, Shirra. Let us show this 'man' our secret.' Shirra somewhat reluctantly but promptly goes to stand by the mistress who has a hand to her cunt, idly rubbing it. Shirra pulls the neck of her chemise open even further, draws her arms out of the sleeves and through the neck, and then drops the garment to the ground over her body.
You gasp. You can't believe it. She's slender, boyish, her breasts look young and lush with pointy nipples very hard. Her skin is cream pale and smooth. Her hips are slightly flared. But your astonishment is for what is between her legs: there hangs a cock. Young, but long, half hard, and hairless. Shirra is, at least halfway, male.
The mistress smiles at your stare. She says, 'Yes, Shirra here is a man - or boy, yet. When Sherman came to me he was my nephew. I have always wanted a daughter - or a niece. So, while he was here, he dressed like a girl, letting his hair grow and wearing a wig if it wasn't long enough. He has always looked effeminate, that wasn't hard. When puberty came, I took him to a plastic surgeon. He, or now she's not through puberty yet. Her breasts were implanted, but they'll grow bigger with the hormone shots. They've already increased by 5 inches. I'm very proud of her. I keep her shaved down there. It's a very well trained cock she has, too. It knows how to perform. And what it likes. See, it likes you.' Shirra's "little boy" cock has grown fully erect, and it rivals yours. It throbs, and Shirra is staring at you, her breasts thrust out towards you. You throb too, your cock springing erect. You cant understand why you feel as you do about this youngster, but there's no denying what you feel.
The mistress says, 'Say hello to Shirra's cock. Shuck it.' You have to obey, but you find no qualms in you about it. You kneel before Shirra and she inserts her cock into your mouth.
The hardness fills your mouth and you begin sucking, using your tongue to help. Your helpless state adds to your pleasure. Of your own accord, you work Shirra's cock into your throat, which causes her to gasp and put her hands to your head to guide you further. Soon, you feel her cock pulsing and then her warm cum is coursing down your throat.
You make sure she's clean and dry, then let her withdraw from you. You look up at the pair, well content.
The mistress says, 'You look happy. Do you like Shirra? Of course. I think I'll keep you. It's not too late to add a few things to your body too. I'll have a pair of she-males. You'ld like that, wouldn't you?' You nod. 'Of course. Now, let's get rid of that hard-on of yours. Shirra, kneel.' She unfastens your wrist-cuffs from your corsette and from each other. She commands you to ass-fuck Shirra, who is to be your new sister. As you slide your throbbing cock into her ass, you fondle her tits and cock and think about having a nice set of breasts and being the mistresses slave and Shirra's little sister she-male. The anticipation builds and feels good, and you cum in her ass just from contemplating it.
-:-
Eric was enthralled. He saved his orgasm, somehow, until Dan was finished, but when he did, Eric exploded in a very draining orgasm.
When Eric had recovered from Dan's incredible story and its effects, he composed himself and said, "I never knew you had that kind of imagination, Dan. And you certainly did win, fair and square. So," and he produced the third Ring, "this is for you. It's not much, but..."
Dan obviously admired it. He was always a body-jewelry man and this looked like a armring of perfect size. Dan took the Ring and slid it up his left arm. It lodged just above his bicep with enough give to be only a little snug when his arm was flexed. He admired the look and feel for a few seconds...and the whirlwind took him.
And Dan joined Elise and Eric within the frozen body of Hale while Hale now owned and occupied three bodies. And it was Dan-Hale's turn to distribute the last Ring. It had been designed for Dan's sister DeGene, who had married into billions and who was now, at 32, a widow. Dan made the call to invite his sister to dinner.
DeGene arrived on time and was greeted at the door by Elise. DeGene was short, spare, and dark of hair and complexion. She dressed well but not flashily. She did eye Elise with a raised eyebrow (as if judging her fitness to be friends with her brother) but it lowered when Eric came in and they played couple. Dan entered last and greeted DeGene warmly. DeGene's gift of wine was accepted with thanks and put away. Then, as the meal was ready they repaired to the dining room and ate.
The meal went pleasantly, but the three Hales were waiting for the end and what would follow.
That point soon arrived. Meal over, DeGene went to freshen up. While she was gone, Elise fairly threw the remains of dinner into the kitchen and then all three stripped and waited for their guest's return. They silently debated among themselves about whether to try seduction or force, one mind arguing in three voices. Finally, impatience won out and since so much time had already been wasted by social niceties, the decision was reached to not wait for DeGene to respond to subtle pressure.
She reappeared, suspecting nothing, and was grabbed and efficiently disrobed by Eilse and Eric while Dan watched, the light of lust (both Dan's and Hale's) in his eyes and reflected in his cock. DeGene was a very beautiful woman. She had small breasts and lean hips around a healthily-plump sex-mound covered in lush, dark fur. Yes, well favored indeed.
Elise and Eric began as Dan stood and watched. They took DeGene over to the center of the carpet and laid her on her back. Then Elise began kissing her, using one hand and her leg to immobilize DeGene's left side and using her other hand to begin to kneed and fondle one compact breast and hard nipple. Eric, meanwhile, similarly imprisoning DeGene's other side and making sure her cunt was spread wide, put his mouth to her other breast and used his free hand to manipulate her open cunt. And still Dan looked on, seemingly unmoved.
Soon, the manipulations and roughness had their desired effects. DeGene's wild thrashings slowly became languid, aroused movements. The aphrodesiacs in the food went to work and further subverted her normal outrage and fear. DeGene's body responded despite what her mind wanted, so in defense, her mind detatched itself from the goings-on, unable to reconcile her 'rape' with the feelings her body was exhibiting. Thus freed, her body became even more aroused and ready.
Finally Eric, whose fingers were the barometer, stated (for DeGene's benefit, since verbal communication wasn't necessary between the three others in the room) that DeGene was ready. Now Dan moved. He took the waiting pillow and placed it tenderly beneath his sister's ass. Eric and Elise ceased their ministrations and just held DeGene's arms and legs, though they soon saw that even that wasn't necessary. Dan knelt between those luscious thighs and began slowly inserting his monster cock into DeGene's very wet cunt.
As his inches slowly dissappeared into his sister, Elise asked, "Why not just put the earring on now? Why fuck her, not that its not fun to watch?"
Dan explained as he continued to plunge into DeGene. "The mind-bluring of the post-coital period is particularly conducive to the function of the Rings. Besides, its been so long since I -- since we -- had sex ---."
He ceased speaking and concentrated on the raping of his sister. He, as the former Dan, had often fantasized about this, but then, Dan fantasized alot about things he wouldn't necessarily ever do. But now, liberated by Hale, he was doing it, and it was even better than any of his fantasies had been.
DeGene - or rather, her body - was responding beautifully. She writhed around his long, hard cock, and make sure it touched all of her. She locked her legs about his ass and used her hands to squeeze her own breasts. Dan worked steadily, methodically, and excruciatingly well.
DeGene had always been multi-orgasmic, and the 'substances' that had been added to her food increased this ten-fold. So, once she started cumming, she didn't stop. This hastened Dan's orgasm as her cunt arhythmically pulsed around his tool. Well before he would have liked, then, he came forcefully, which triggered her most violent orgasm, which sated her for a while.
The (very pleasant) preliminaries finally finished, Dan withdrew and fetched the earring that completed the set of 4 Rings Hale had created. He placed it into DeGene's earlobe and within moments she made a foursome in Hale's suspended body, while Hale became a quartet of people and gained access to DeGene's billions. His plan was complete.
-*-
One week later, the four were together in DeGene's mansion sitting around and planning. The materials for a new set of Rings were being procured. Hale's laboratories were being moved and updated. Hale's old body had been destroyed now that the first quarted had been completed and his self no longer needed the physical shell as an anchor. Everything was going perfectly. Except...
Eric noticed it first, and that was a symptom. They were becoming different again. They were all still Hale, who existed as a 'mega-mind' linking them, but each of them were beginning to think and act differently from the original Hale and from that mega-mind. Also, when a thought came to it, the mega-mind could tell from which body it had originated by its 'flavor' (to use an imprecise analogy).
This was demonstrated, partly at least, in their sex (which was frequent). Elise was very oral. She got off best on a tongue. Eric was wild - anything and everything. Dan preferred to watch and jerk off, though he threw a good fuck, too. And DeGene liked force and mild pain. They orgied every night and every other day, and in between they played around in less- than-fours any chance they got.
But Hale-the-mega-mind recoginzed that this division could affect his plans. So, he took the last step his researches had indicated which was supposed to unify the minds of the quartet totally. The books said it was dangerous and inadvisable, but they has also said that more than two bodies was inadvisable as well. As before, he went ahead anyway.
Using Dan's body, he drew the symbols, made the figure, and said the spell. That done, there was nothing else to do but wait: the spell wouldn't do it's thing immediately. There was no way to tell how long it would take, but it would work, eventually.
Three days later, it activated. The quartet were orgying at the time. Eric was tongueing Elise. Elise had a breast in DeGene's cunt. DeGene was sucking Eric while Dan cornholed him. The spell went off and the inevitable occurred. The spell went wild. Hale felt his four selves begin to melt along with their bodies. The daisy-chain melted into an amorphous blob of flesh which swiftly ceased to be. Hale died five times, very painfully each time, and his twisted genuis was gone forever.
1992 by John White. Redistribution permitted as long as the contents are not changed.