The Beast

Again she woke up sweating and sticky between her legs from a dream that was fading away. The images she could catch didn't seem to fit with the intense arousal she was left with, it should have been horrific, a nightmare, something about a huge scaly beast, a long tongue invading her, dark wings suffocating her...

She showered and left the house, trying to put it out of her mind, although the specifics could be pushed down, the fuzzy horniness wasn't so easy to dismiss. It was still colouring her thoughts while she was serving coffee at work, everyone was a little better looking, a little more appealing.

It might have been this that made her eyes linger on one customer, or just that he seemed a little different anyway, somehow studious, calm, authoritative. They shared a little smile, but she quickly put him out of her mind to get on with her work, and would have forgotten all about him, if he hadn't called to her as she was clearing cups.

"Miss? Excuse me?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"This might sound a bit strange, but have you been having bad dreams?"

Her blood froze, "W-why do you ask that?"

He looked concerned, and placed a hand on her arm. "Please, don't be frightened, Miss, I can sometimes.... see things... I felt some kind of force around you, I've seen things like that before."

She sat down heavily. "What do you mean?"

He looked at her steadily. "I think you might be suffering from some kind of demon attack."

She snorted, but his words chimed somewhere inside her. "Come on now..."

The man got up to leave, "Well, believe what you like, but here's my card, if you ever need any help."

It was classy but plain, made no mention of his profession. She turned it over then put it in her pocket. "Well, thank you... and have a nice day!"

That night the dreams were worse, the beast had an impossible, enormous cock, rubbing between her breasts, into her throat, sliding between her legs, thrusting deeper than anything else could reach...

She was too horny to think straight when she opened her eyes, still almost half asleep, without knowing she was doing it, her hand was pressing the buttons to call the strange man from the cafe.

"Help me...."

He seemed to know who it was without being told. "Come to the church on the corner, opposite where you work."

She felt a little bit strange about what she was doing as she rushed there, but it was a public place, and a sanctuary, it must be safe enough. When she arrived, the stillness of the place struck her with a quiet force, she felt calmer, and tried to catch her breath as she sat in a pew at the front. She'd seen there wasn't anyone else in there yet, and as she waited, she started to drift a little, as if she'd never quite left her dream state.

Snatches of ideas, feelings and imagery seemed to snake in and out of her head, on her knees before a beautiful, powerful being, feeling aroused, helpless, weak before his otherworldly strength...

She whimpered a little and squirmed in her seat. It seemed wrong to be turned on in church, not that she was religious, but in her current state the whiff of blasphemy only made it seem hotter. Unconsciously, her legs spread a little wider, as if something invisible had slipped between them, she could almost imagine a soft, warm tongue lapping her cunt. It didn't feel quite human, but it was just a fantasy wasn't it, and it felt so amazing...

"Very good, my child, you're doing very well..."

She started at the voice behind her, but was too far gone to be able to bring herself back to reality.

"Shhh, it's OK, I'm here to help you, just as you asked." He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to knead her tense muscles. "Just relax, give in, let your lust control you..."

The sensations were so real, but her half lidded eyes confirmed there was still nothing there. She stopped trying to understand how the tongue could be circling her clit, pressing her G-spot and invading her anus at the same time. She stopped trying to resist the pleasure. She stopped trying to think.

The hands slipped under her arms, and massaged her breasts. "That's right, the trick is to just not worry about it, it's too late now, you're already lost, it's hopeless, just revel in it, enjoy your depravity..." He kept up a stream of reassuring degradation in her ears as he pinched her nipples lazily.

"Please..." she moaned, not sure what she was asking for, or who she was asking.

He bit her ear gently, then whispered something in a language she didn't recognise into her ear. Suddenly the pleasure doubled, tripled, she started making gutteral sounds, that could have been in the same language for all she knew. She felt as if her soul was being fucked, something dark but sweet filling it, making her feel strangely complete, somehow purified. This didn't feel like being consumed by evil, this felt like... redemption?

"Do you accept my offer, child?" He asked softly, kindly.

"Yesssss!" The orgasm felt like drowning, felt like being reborn.

When she came round, he was standing in front of her. She knelt on the mat and he put his hand on her head. "Are you ready to serve, child?"

She nodded dumbly and opened her mouth.

Rehab

I'm in a machine, it feels like the most comfortable bed in the world, but I half know that there are computers banked around it and technology I don't understand affecting my mind. Still I don't care, it's so good to be able to rest at last, I've been crazy for days, too poor to get a fix and too crazy to get fucked for money, this was the only way out and I'm so glad I finally took the plunge.

"Everything OK in there?" asks my handler, I nod happily, he's a little younger than I expected, but handsome and seems very professional about what he's doing. "Great, so just before we start, can you count down from ten for me?"

"Sure, 10, 9, 8, 7, ..."

"What comes next?"

"I-I don't know..."

"and after that?"

"Ummm..." I feel a slight panic on the edges of my mind, but something's keeping it in check. I was meant to be doing something, but all my thoughts have been scattered. I can't pull anything together, I just feel like my head's full off cotton wool, it's nice, like a really good hit.

"Shhh, that's fine, everything's just fine."

I start to drift, maybe I'm dreaming, because I feel as if someone's licking my pussy, but when I open my groggy eyes, there's no-one there. "Wh.. uh... what's that feeling?"

"Hmmm?" he pushes some buttons and I stop worrying about it. "Nothing, honey... What is it?"

"N-nothing."

"Good girl." The sensation somehow becomes more intense while fading from my awareness at the same time. I gasp but don't know why.

Time for a change

"I think it's time for a change," he said softly.

She didn't like the tone in his voice. "S-sir? What do you mean? Have I displeased you?"

He stroked her hair, "of course not, my pet, you're such a good girl, you always do what I require of you."

She relaxed a little, but was still wary, "what kind of change did you mean then?"

"I think you might benefit from a little... break."

"A holiday? With you, you mean?" Alarm bells were definitely ringing now.

"Shhh, don't worry, pet, you know you can trust me, now just relax, let go for me, sleep..."

----

Yeah! What a great night she was having, why hadn't she been to this club for so long? Her legs were wobbly from dancing, and she part wriggled, part pushed her way to the bar, giving the boy she shoved aside an eyeful of cleavage to soften the deal.

Grasping her bottle, she threw herself down on some cushions where she could still do some people watching as she recovered.

"Oh, hi! You again," said a voice slightly above her. She tried to focus on where it was coming from, the guy seemed familiar, but she couldn't place him. He chuckled, seeing her confusion, but enjoying the upper hand. "We were just dancing together earlier, we were singing along to a few tracks, remember?"

"Sure! You got good taste!" She'd thought he was cute, and he looked even better from this angle, although it was a little awkward craning her neck. Would it be too forward to ask him to budge up? There didn't seem to be enough room though, everyone else on the seats were crammed in tight. Instead, he slid off the end and onto the cushions with her. He was still a little above her, taller and sitting more upright, but it meant she could just slouch back again, while still being able to look at him.

"You here with friends?" He asked, not the most exciting start, but she couldn't have come up with much better.

"Naah, there's always people I know here, but I didn't come with anyone," she grinned mischievously, "why? Are you going to kidnap me?"

He looked calmly at her with a strange smile. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Her blood ran cold and her cunt flared hot. "I should have known, anyone who knows all the words to the songs I like must be a psychopath," she retorted bravely, not wanting to show how much he'd got to her.

He pushed some stray hair from her sweaty forehead. "No... I'm not a psychopath... sociopath, perhaps..."

"Oh, you must say that to all the girls..."

"No, just the ones that get turned on by it."

She couldn't really deny it, her breathing was shallow and the feel of his jeans against her bare leg was making her tingle. How was this happening? It was like they were already lovers, as if her body knew something she didn't. "My god, you're full of it, aren't you?" She gasped, but they both knew she was lost.

"Yeah, I guess I am," he leaned closer to her and his voice changed somehow, "and if you look in my eyes you'll see where it all comes from."

It didn't make any sense, her mind whirled helplessly trying to work out what he meant, but while it was occupied, she was falling, helplessly seeking for something that made sense.

"There you go, almost there, just a little further, just keep going, deeper, it's in there, don't worry, just keep looking, you'll get there, relax, so close, so easy, feeling so good, so safe, so comfortable, you're nearly there, just let go for me, it's fine, just let go..."

----

She didn't need to remember how she got here, it wasn't important, he'd led, she'd followed, everything was as it should be.

"Kneel," everything was as it should be, "suck," everything was as it should be, "fuck yourself," everything was as it should be "come" oh god, everything was exactly as it should be...

----

Lying in bed, sleepy and cuddling, she smiled at how she'd never have gone along with it if she hadn't subconsciously known what was happening, but that it had felt good, hotter, not knowing that she could trust him, but falling anyway. "Thanks, it was a nice change," she told him as she drifted.

"I'm glad, pet, and really, it doesn't matter if you've been under my control for years, and just thought you were free for an evening, or if you were free until tonight, and now remember years of servitude, does it?"

She tried to follow the words, but it was just too difficult, she was just too tired, so much easier to just agree. "No, sir, it doesn't matter at all..."

"Good pet, sleep now..."

Dark Tastes

"What's that?" she sounded disgusted more than curious as she looked at the jar of thick, black liquid by the bed.

He picked it up and swirled it round as he unscrewed the lid. The room filled with a strange smell she couldn't place, something sweet but woody. Her mouth watered without her realising it. He dipped his finger in and held it out to her. "See for yourself." It wasn't something she had the option to refuse.

She breathed deep and reminded herself that she could trust him.