Chapter One - The Bookshop
Sara was trudging home from yet another hard day at work. Once again wishing that she could have stayed at university for another few years and not entered the awful world of work. Why an English Literature graduate had to work in a bank was yet another mystery she couldn't understand, she wanted to be a writer but apparently no one was willing to buy a book from a nobody without any experience. Finally topping it all off it was freezing cold and damp as only the British winter weather could provide. Even wrapped in her thick, long coat she felt frozen through and thoroughly miserable.
She was still nearly twenty minutes away from home and was beginning to wonder whether hypothermia or depression would kill her first when she saw the little side street which she walked past every day but never went down. It looked liked it skimmed around the centre of town probably saving minutes from her journey but she wasn't sure and so had never tried it. Now however the weather convinced her it had to be worth a try. At worst she figured it would go the wrong way and she only be even later home and colder than she already was.
So Sara took the turning, walking down the quiet street away from the bright lights and busy streets of the town centre. A few cars swept past as she continued on down the road which pleasingly still seemed to be going the right way. Sara ran her hand through her wet, shoulder length brown hair trying to get some of the water out, now hoping that she might actually get home in time for her favorite soap. The road mostly contained houses, fairly poor quality ones at that but occasionally dotted between them were a few shops. They had obviously been around a while, some were boarded up and all had seen more profitable days before the urban landscape had changed and the new shopping centre had moved people away from here to the other side of town. Sara thought it was kind of sad but still she knew she'd never shop somewhere so uncool as round here.
After having walked about half down the road the heavens opened and the rain really began pouring down. Sara was going to get totally soaked and she didn't want her new black mini-skirt and top to get ruined. So she dived into the closest of the shops in an attempt to stay dry. It seemed to be some sort of bookshop and as she entered she noticed it was called 'Tomes of Light and Dark'. A stupid name she figured as she shut the shop door behind her.
Looking round Sara noticed that it wasn't a normal bookshop, all the books looked old with plain dark covers covered in silvery writing, much of which wasn't in English. She'd been in some pretty horrible bookshops in her student days looking for course texts but this was defiantly the worst, nothing looked appealing and even worth picking up let alone reading. Still the rain didn't look like stopping anytime soon so she thought she'd look around, maybe she could find a cheap copy of one of the classics she liked.
Sara dropped this idea as she began to wander between the shelves, the books all seemed very odd. Those which she could read the titles of were things like 'The Occult Magick of the Amazon', 'Guide to the Dark Dimension', 'John Dee's Rituals', 'Demon Summoning' and 'Aleistar Crowley's Full Works'. Sara thought she'd heard of the last guy, some sort of mystic from before the Second World War. However the odd books didn't disturb half as much as the things which were dotted around the book shelves. All manner of weird items such as wands, amulets, funny little dolls, jars of unidentifiable items and even skulls of very weird animals which Sara couldn't tell if they were real or not.
The whole place was freaking her out and rain or not she decided to leave. But as she passed the last shelf before the door a book caught her eye. It big gold letters on the plain black leather cover was the title 'Sex Rituals in Black Magick'. She giggled quietly maybe it was just a strange porn shop after all. Still her curiosity had been awakened so she picked the book up.
Sara opened the book at a random page and gasped in shock at what she saw. She figured herself to be quite a worldly 21 year old and she done things at university that she'd never want her mother to know about but this was shocking even to her. The page she opened depicted a collection of half-animal, half-human very obviously male creatures fucking a group of young human women. Sara couldn't fully understand what was written underneath the image it appeared to be in a very old form of English but it seemed to describe the ritual required to summon these creatures and how a girl could control them by doing things Sara figured most girls would throw up just thinking about.
Still she wasn't one of those girls and her morbid curiosity had gotten the better of her so she began turning the pages. Each one was just as obscene as the first with humans, animals and all manner of monsters committing obscene acts each followed by a barely decipherable description of the ritual. It was disgusting and more than a little creepy but Sara couldn't put it down and kept reading, some of the pictures were even beginning to excite her a little bit, the guys in the pictures and not just the human ones had the most amazing dicks she'd ever seen. As she continued to flick through the pages she began to imagine herself with the various monsters and a damp warmth began to spread in her pussy and her nipples which topped her large, pert breasts began to poke through the thin fabric of her top.
"I see you found something that interests you, do you wish to buy it?" A soft feminine voice said from behind Sara. She jumped at the sudden noise, she'd hadn't heard anyone else in the shop. Somewhat embarrassed she shut the book and turned around, knowing that her face was going bright red.
"Um no, I'm just looking" Sara managed to stammer out as she turned. She could now see who had spoken, it was a girl who looked in her twenties but held herself much more seriously than anyone Sara had met of her age. She was very beautiful with perfect soft, pale skin, delicate features and long, incredibly silky midnight black hair. Sara felt a tad jealous thinking no girl should look that pretty, it just wasn't fair.
However she took some comfort from the stupid gothy way the girl dressed, she was wearing tight black jeans which whilst flattering of her shapely body just weren't hip these days. Similarly the tiny lacy, black crop top she wore showed off a lot of her perfect breasts but it looked so 1990's. Then she really ruined things with her black lipstick, nail varnish and eye shadow which just looked awful. Though Sara had to admit she quite liked the high heeled black shoes the girl had on and absently wondered where she might get some for herself.
The gothy girl spoke again in her soft but strangely forceful voice, "Don't be embarrassed that's one of my favourite books too. The illustrations are just delightful aren't they?".
"Yeah I guess. If you like that sort of thing." Sara answered, even more creeped out by this strange girl than the weird shop. Not caring that it was still pouring down outside Sara put the book on the shelf and started to open the door.
"Please don't leave yet. I can tell you do like that sort of thing." Sara froze as the girl spoke, transfixed by her dark eyes and soft voice. She wanted to leave but this dark, mysterious girl was just too entrancing, her beauty and her obvious power were beginning to make Sara feel very small.
"I....I have to go home." Sara quietly said not really believing it herself and shutting the door again as she spoke.
"No you can stay. I can teach so much and show you things more fabulous than anything in that book." The girl had walked right up in front of Sara now and she could smell the rich, delightful perfume she was wearing.
"I don't understand, who are you?" Sara asked as she stared into the beautiful face on the girl.
"My name's Emily Johnston and I'm a mage. I've studied magick for over a century and taught many apprentices in that time but none had your potential Sara." The girl answered.
It sounded strange this girl couldn't be over 100 years old and how did she know Sara's name but Sara didn't really care anymore. The book, the shop and especially the girl were losing their creepiness and becoming much more exciting. Magick and it's dark secrets were something Sara had never even thought about before but now they were laid before her and Sara wanted to be part of it.
"I want to learn it all." Sara said, letting a big smile cross her face.
"You will my apprentice." Emily said as she lent towards Sara.
Sara just stood stunned as Emily kissed her, pressing her soft, black painted lips against her own red ones. She then felt Emily's arms wrap around her, one hand on her back the other squeezing her pert arse through her skirt. With a mixture of surprise and lust Sara opened her mouth and Emily thrust her tongue in, licking Sara's tongue, tasting her. Sara began licking back, tasting the sweetness of the mage as she returned her embrace, pushing their hot bodies together, crushing their big, firm tits against each other.
