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De Praestigiis Angelorum 5

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“…and so, marvellous ladies, you would like to inspect this little statuette I just bought. Have I to be afraid I messed with a previously started transaction?” Stephen Forst wasn’t young nor exceedingly tall, but muscular, and his eyes were piercing. They were alive, smart, and vigil. Scarlet and Claire were observed with keen interest by those gentle yet curious and life-hungry eyes. The red Witch was bursting for a piss, but shown no signs of weakness. Claire, on the other hand, were almost starting the pee-pee-dance. She controlled herself just because her lover told her it was of utter importance.

 

“Oh, no Sir, my interest in the statuette is exclusively personal, I have just stumbled across its story thanks to various friends, and knew it was in the hands of the man that sold it to you” Scarlet was dissimulating her intentions like her usual. It wa so natural to her because of her training. She still remembered those words:

 

“…imagine life for how it should be, a place where everybody got exactly everything they want, unless it was not good for them, or already destined to someone else; in such a world there would not have been necessity to ask for what you want, nor give explainations: in a world like that, what is not destined to be yours will simply never will, so don’t waste time on it; on the other hand, what is destined to you by the Will of Fate, will be yours because “The All” fucking says so. Therefore never “desire”, it’s distracting. Just talk to your soul and discover what you really, really must have. Then, find a way to obtain it with less turmoil possible. Nobody has to know anything; nobody has to ask you anything in return: it should have been yours from the start”

 

That concept had been so rooted in the deepest part of herself that she considered an act of friendship to lie to others, so to prevent them from knowing the terrifying truths she knew about the world. When you consider lieing to be a favour, and think that manipulating somebody is an act of love since you will not need to eliminate him, lieing and manipulating came enormously easier, because they were perceived by the unconscious as good actions, and everybody is happy, charismatic and spontaneous when he feels like he’s doing a good action.

 

Anyway, she liked him. “Mr Forst, with your…”. “Please, call me Steve” he gently interrupted her, weaving his hand with kindness in her direction; she paused, smiling, because she had a weakness for men who were so polite and gentle: in her heart, she always dreamt of a world where manpulations and murders were not necessary, or better said, less necessary, since violence is a part of existence and will forever find an excusation to re-surface. And when she found a man who clearly showed to be strong, yet able to master himself and his own violence, she always hoped to find a way to actually befriend such a person, without manipulations. Maybe it could have been possible with Steve?

 

Hard to say, it was too soon. “Steve, then”. She smiled, and it went out a bit too sincere, “I am very fond of Ancient History, more than anything from the Fertile Crescent and Levantine. That statuette is almost of Sumerian Inheritage, it is almost five thousands years old, and Sumerian weren’t reknown for shaping many”.

 

He smiled too, and replied while anyway looking with a bit of amusement to the blondie in evident distress: “In fact, I told that man it would have stayed in my personal gallery, but I am sincerely reconsidering to hypothesis to donate it to the museum of our City”. It’s election times, Scarlet thought without uttering a word, and everybody knew Stephen Forst to be involved with politic. Every action of that man had enormous influence on people’s opinions. He went up from nothing, nor did he “exploded” to what-a-glory while still young. But he had always been a good friend to the people, and slowly, almost unwantedly, made his way unto the top. Now he was rich beyond comparison.

 

“Then will you let me watch it closely?” Scarlet asked again. Another refuse or delay could have been a problem, putting her in the situation of exposing herself exceedingly. Why this sexy complete-stranger is so interested? That was the kind of thought she had as #1 rule not to stir up in people’s mind.

 

“Well, why not?” his smile was sincere again. A poweful energy was raging behind those cold eyes, she could sense it, but he was controlling it with responsibility. Now alone, the red haired one turned to her friend: “How are you?” asked, her voice was motherly but also focused on her aims.

 

From her part, Claire was now dancing unashamedly because of her aching bladder: “I need to go, I’m not joking, it’s no good no good no good, I’m almost wetting, Nancy be quick I don’t actually know for how long will I manage to hold it!!!”.

 

“We’re almost done sweetie, please just resist another bit, you cannot even imagine how much important this is” Scarlet cherished her friend’s need but couldn’t find another way now. She was looking for Claire and she stumbled across her just a second before they heard Stephen Forst telling his most intimate friends he was gonna take advantage of the party’s noise to sneak away from the mess, she would have lost any opportunity to take a look at that object, she had no time to lead her lover to a bathroom, or whatever place to relieve herself.

 

With a sobbing voice, the girl in the light-blue dress notified her friend, distracting her from her thoughts: “It’s… -heavy sigh- …starting… -another- …to spill… Nancy, I’m gonna wet myself…”.

 

Scarlet was puzzled, emotions were raging in her heart. Again, the training: “Emotions are doing nothing but their job when they scream in your mind. It’s not that they do not respect you or try to manipulate you, they’re the most important thing in existence. It's just that the most importan emotion, the one which must forever be your best ally, should be the the desire to avoid letting emotions make you do stupid things. Don’t hate emotions: just help this stand-alone one to overcome all others”.

 

She remained still, just hoping that man to be quick. And she was lucky. Walking fast, Steve returned from another room, with the statuette in his hands. She couldn’t believe her eyes. He got close to her, handling the object unto her: “What exactly are you looking for, if I may ask?”. “The item in itself” she lied, though using true opinions of hers to disguise a deeper intent, another part of the training, “An object coming from a time when people really believed the Universe was alive, watching their every action…” she swhirled it, so focused that she lowered her voice to a whisper, “…with terrifying gods waiting for them after death…”.

 

A statuette of the demon Pazuzu, considered evil but in truth simply a predator, knowing to have the Evolution-given right to hunt humans for both food and sport like humans did to deers, and indeed quite friendly if propitiated, and helpful in driving actually evil spirits away. A lot of mistakes had been done with the great movie The Exorcist, with people pushed to believe the demon to actually be Pazuzu, to the point that directors of following chapters actually stated it was!!! When in the beginning, Pazuzu’s power was hindering the demon, reason why the priest in the end gets possesed only when the medallion, found along the statuette in the beginning of the movie, is removed from his neck.

 

Finally she found what she wanted. Her eyes were amazed, she was so startled she almost let the statuette go off her hands. It was almost imperceptible, but there was. Under it, nothing but a scratch, something nobody would have ever noted, and even if, impossible to understand.

 

RV115

 

Scarlet memorized the carvings, and to be sure, she rubbed gently and stealtlhy the part of the statuette were they had been scratched, untile the surface was polished. She was now the only one to know that secret.

 

 

Emerging from her thoughts, she was mesmerized by Forst, who turned to Claire and politely proposed her to show her the toilet, but Claire lost control there and then, and while crying “No no no I’ can’t” she just turned her back on both him and Scarlet, bent over to perform some kind of unvoluntary high squat, the light blue dress so short that it was raised to show her round soft bum by her simple position, and started to piss furiously on Steves’ carpet, so desperate she gave up any semblance of mannerism and actually held her buttocks with her hands to part them and her pussy lips, striving with all her force to shoot out all the golden fluid for too long pent up inside her.

 

Steve looked in disbelief at this young lady soaking the fabric of the carpet with an impressive jet actually exploding from her pee hole, while she spread her bum to expose her arse in full view, led by the desperate desire to make her piss more easily expelled if she would have spread her privates. Her strain was terrible, and she knew that it was done, there were no turning back, she ruined it all with her marvellous lover, she did the most outrageous thing in front of a man that very probably commanded those who gave her  her employement, all was ruined forever, but her body couldn’t had resisted a single second more.

 

Scarlet was speechless, helding the statuette with both hands and standing near Steve, watching without a word while Claire continued to spray a thick and furious stream of piss out her completely shaved pussy, hidden by no panties under the dress. Her arse enlarged visingly and it let out a loud fart, while pee didn’t show any signs of diminshing its power. “I’m sorry, oh my God I’m so sorry!!!” she was crying, but she didn’t cut down the flux, and continued to soak the carpet, upon which a really big puddled was starting to appear unwithstand of the thickness of the fabric. It was soaked, the patch already wide and still spreading, and Claire was sighing with both relief and the need to inhale more air so to strain stronger to expell all the piss from her bladder.

 

At a certain point, but nor before half a minute, or maybe an entire one, of unweavering power pissing, the spray began to lost power, Claire pushed with all her strenght to eliminate the last dribbles, farted again, and fell on her knees, physically exhausted, due to the strain, and also because of an actual decrease in blood-pression, caused by the bladder being so quickly emptied from so much liquid.

 

And what happened later left Scarlet astonished: walking tall and uncaring to step in the girl’s puddle, Steve headed toward her, helping her to stand up, and handling her a little tissue, while holding her in his muscular arms, standing in between a father and horny rich man seducing a young lady.

 

Almost unconsciously from alcohol and light-headedness, Claire wiped and threw it on the floor, near the puddle she created in the carpet.

 

“Is everything ok now?” he asked with remarkably gentle voice-tone, at which she nodded without a word. Too ashamed to rise her eyes, Claire asked Scarlet to lead her out and back home, but the red Witch had a different idea in mind. She wanted both to celebrate her incredible retrieving, and to show clearly to Claire she didn’t angered him in any way. Putting the statuette to rest on a shelter, she get close to a wooden desk, subsequently sitting on it, still with one shoe on the floor, lifting the other leg to let it lay on the desk itself, thus spreading her tighs obscenely, in front of an utterly amazed Stephen Forst.

 

“Do you mind, Steve?” her voice tone was utterly sexual, to which he could only nod, as she sighed proudly, starting to explode another stream, this time shooting forward, yet landing on the same big and expensive carpet. She played with her pussy while spraying, but also massaging her privates meanwhile, messing with the stream and wetting her hand and stain a little her legs due to back-splashing, then she stopped hindering it and instead spread her pussy with her fingers, single handed, letting her actual fountain to exit her body to reach a better resting place, someone’s else belonging. She passed her tongue on her lips, not to intentionally start Steve but simply because she was horny like crazy for her action.

 

The householder watched in disbelief as the girl started to unashamedbly breastplay yet without putting her tits out the red dress, squishing them through the silk. When a loud fart escaped her ass, sitting exactly on the rich man’s desk, she exclaimed a silly and teasing “Oops!” while smiling evily, and biting her lower lip. The lord was now breathing heavy, and when she finished her fountain, he couldn’t help but to kneel in front of her, pattering gently her pussy with another tissue, without blatantly rubbing it, just getting sure it wasn’t going to remain wet. Scarlet enjoyed that gentle massage, but she didn’t want to cum in front of him. She liked him, and wanted to see him again: she had already gave enough for a single day, she didn’t want to show all her cards too soon.

 

So, as he finished, she stood up, and dared to kiss him on a cheek, yet sexually, and whispered to him: “Now we must go, but we’ll meet again”. He could feel his cock as an angry and hungry living things raging in the inside of the fine taillery trousers, now wet on the front from precum dripping for craving desire. He stood silently, a storm in his mind, as the two golden angels disappeared beyond the closing door of his private rooms.

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Poor Stephen, leaving him in such a state, lol.

Loved it, exceptional as always.

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6 hours ago, Scot_Lover said:

Poor Stephen, leaving him in such a state, lol.

Loved it, exceptional as always.

Scarlet is such a Bitc, ehm, WITCH🤣

 

things are starting to develop

anybody who managed to guess what that secret message is will get a reward in one of the future installment!!!

RV115

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That was awesome.  Why can't things like that really happen to me? Lol

RV115? No clue at this point.

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5 hours ago, steve25805 said:

Why can't things like that really happen to me? Lol

you must possess a Sumerian statuette which hides the secret to save or destroy the world!!!

hahahahahahahha anyway you could also stumble across ladies from chapter 3 peeing in your bedrooms drawers and it could ruin a forniture

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5 hours ago, steve25805 said:

RV115? No clue at this point.

explained in the next chapter, anyway you already have a part!!!!

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@spywareonya I've only just read this series - and not the final part yet, but it is getting hotter and hotter.   Although @steve25805 was anticipating a carpet peeing from your comments exchange earlier, I cannot imagine that he expected the carpet release to be as hot as this.   The circumstances and the description were perfect and Steve must have been gobsmacked and couldn't believe his luck.  I would be overjoyed to see my carpet anointed with this display any time.

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Just now, Alfresco said:

@spywareonya I've only just read this series - and not the final part yet, but it is getting hotter and hotter.   Although @steve25805 was anticipating a carpet peeing from your comments exchange earlier, I cannot imagine that he expected the carpet release to be as hot as this.   The circumstances and the description were perfect and Steve must have been gobsmacked and couldn't believe his luck.  I would be overjoyed to see my carpet anointed with this display any time.

as Always, Alfresco, polite and majestic

thank you from the heart

I have had problems continuing for two reasons, first of all my main PC broke down (now is fixed uh) and a little laptop wasn't ok to write so much

second, the plot I had in mind could have become a REAL novel and I was thinking about stopping publishing it here and start to try a real publishng, but it should be "never previously published" material

I gave up with that thought, so I'll continue it here

next part is NOT the end, the word "final" is a teasing that will be explained in the comments

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2 minutes ago, spywareonya said:

as Always, Alfresco, polite and majestic

Thank you!

2 minutes ago, spywareonya said:

second, the plot I had in mind could have become a REAL novel and I was thinking about stopping publishing it here and start to try a real publishng, but it should be "never previously published" material

Yes I sometimes wonder whether some of the content on this site could be published or the seed for a much larger published work, but I also really appreciate that our family of writers are willing to share with each of us at no cost.

3 minutes ago, spywareonya said:

next part is NOT the end, the word "final" is a teasing that will be explained in the comments

Well that is great news and I look forward to how it turns out.

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Just now, Alfresco said:

 

Well that is great news and I look forward to how it turns out.

read and comment, I'll answer asap

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Lol, and I thought RV115 was Conterto for Stings in C Major by Vivaldi.

 I waited until you revealed the answer to it though 😝

 

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1 hour ago, Scot_Lover said:

Lol, and I thought RV115 was Conterto for Stings in C Major by Vivaldi.

 I waited until you revealed the answer to it though 😝

 

it could have be

a morse code hidden in the tune's disposition on a chart...

but no, in the story that carving was something did on the spot, while the one who did had little time, it wasn't that elaborate

I love books where secrets are hidden within some kind of game or treasure hunt, but in reality (I can tell you first person) secrets like these are usually generated when something important was cut down midterm, unless there wouldn't be any leaking

nobody creates puzzles thinking about somebody will solve them 2000 years later

 

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