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'The Inferno Las Vegas:' An Excerpt of Erotic Fiction

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While the erotica genre is expanding, it's still a divided aisle: formulaic, air-brushed covers with strong-
willed heroines for women, and harder, "grosser" fare for men. The Inferno: Las Vegas dips into a decadent world of intense but not immature sex scenes, identifiable characters and an edgy plot that will appeal to both women and men. But above all, none of its characters ever utter the words "holy cow," "oh my," "baby" or "inner goddess." I hope you enjoy this excerpt.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

It was a commitment to stay at the Inferno. All guests had to agree to its contractual terms, and all accepted the financial risks of breaking that contract.

But the deeper levels of the Inferno, including the Incendium, required a contract of a different sort. It required a pactum, a pact. And tonight two initiates -- one man and one woman -- were making this pact in the dark depths far below the glittering, bustling, bright hotel and casino that the Inferno sold to the world.

Guests of the Inferno's upper levels liked to pretend that they were doing something slightly devilish, just a bit naughty and taboo, by staying and playing at the Inferno. They were pathetic. Adventurous singles living it up and vanilla couples trying to reclaim the spark in their long, dull marriages were a necessary evil. Well, at least their money was a necessary evil.

But these human sheep served other purposes, too. They were a legitimate front, a smoke screen, behind which -- or more accurately under which -- the Incendium and other lower levels of the Inferno could safely fulfil its mandate and allow its initiates to maintain their vows. They also provided a selection of subjects that could be used in a variety of ceremonial rites and rituals.

The Incendium's great chamber was dark, as usual, lit only by several candles which dripped red wax down their lengths. The black-robed initiates stood in its center, clutching pentagram pendants and reciting Latin verses they had committed to memory long ago, speaking the words as lovingly as a mother singing to her child.

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"Satannas dominus terra."
"Infusco ignis Satanas."
"Ave Satanas."

A black-hooded priest emerged from the darkness and stood before the initiates. "Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles," he said.

"As would we," responded the initiates.

The priest smiled to himself. They always answered so eagerly, so naively. But soon, the last of their naivety would be burned away, like paper in a great pyre.

The priest held out his right hand and a black-robed figure placed a hot scalpel in it, which the priest then used to cut small lacerations into the palms of both initiates. Neither made a sound or reacted in any measurable way as their blood was collected in a vial by the black-robed figure. Their resolve didn't surprise the priest. He had been caring for these initiates for a long time and they had outstanding potential. They would serve the Inferno well.

"Descensus ad infernos," said the priest.

The silent solemnity of the great chamber was disturbed by the sound of awkward shuffling as two black-robed figures led a man, who was dressed casually in a white shirt and blue jeans, into the chamber to stand before the two initiates. The man was grinning widely with amusement. "Whoa," he said. "You weren't kidding. This is kinky. I fuckin' love it!" He snickered.

As they stood before the sniggering man, the two initiates were disrobed, revealing their nakedness to him. His eyes settled instantly on the woman's breasts and he clapped his hands together before boisterously removing his shirt, jeans and underwear. "You're fuckin' hot," he said to the female initiate.

The next moment, he felt strong hands on his arms as his elbows were quickly twisted behind him and held firmly, painfully, behind his back. He was forced onto his knees on the cold stone floor. "What the fuck," he yelled, but was answered with a blow to the side of his head. It had a quickly sobering effect. He shook his head and looked straight ahead. The woman was gone. Standing before him was the naked form of the male initiate, his genitals at eye level.

The man shook his head in defiance. "No way, no way, man..."

"Down here," said the priest, "a deal is a deal."