- Part XIV -
We staggered forward along the dark path leading from the cave, both
exhausted and beaten by his physical and mental brutality. He held us
each by the backs of our necks, his powerful grip increasing the
already painful pounding inside our heads. We stumbled and scraped the
rough, stone walls of the passageway as he guided us into the darkness
ahead.
Occasionally a set of glowing eyes would approach us, sharp
claws reaching out to explore our naked bodies as they passed us.
Horrible shrieks and screams faded into the distance as we continued,
not knowing which one of us would be the target of the next demon as
the glowing embers moved closer in the pitch black tunnel. We stopped
twice along the way, waiting while two red eyes bobbed and hovered
near my wife. I could hear her sobbing and moaning as the demon
performed unseen acts of perversion, enjoying the touch of her firm
flesh. We stood by in the darkness, waiting for the demon to finish,
then moved on.
As we moved through the darkness, a faint light appeared in the
distance. We moved toward it, coming to a dead end formed by a flat
stone wall at the end of the tunnel. A dim, blue light filtered onto
the rock wall from an opening in the ceiling above us. The monster
released us, then approached the barrier before us. Able to see again
as my eyes adjusted to the faint glow, I was sickened as I saw the
sticky remains of the demons' abuse covering my wife's face and slick
belly. She cried as she attempted to wipe the thick coating of cum from
her face and hair, her hands dripping with the heavy goo.
Facing the wall, he slowly placed both hands on the cold surface.
Immediately the wall shifted slightly out of focus, then disappeared,
revealing a huge chamber beyond. He again took each of us by the neck
and ushered us through the opening.
The long chamber was immense, at least two hundred feet wide. The
ceiling and opposite end stretched into the distance, far out of our
sight. As we walked down the colossal hall, I noticed each of the
distant walls was lined with a series of shimmering ovals, also
receding into the distance as far as we could see.
Suddenly, to my right, a figure burst from the surface of one of the
ovals. Standing in front of it for a few seconds, the man's image
faded, then reformed as one of the hideous demons. I watched in
amazement as it scampered across the hall in front of us, then plunged
through another silvery ellipse on the opposite wall. Over the next
hour, we saw hordes of the creatures come and go through the endless
portals. They took a wide variety of forms, from small girls to old
men, always shifting shapes as they continued on their way. The hall
seemed endless as we walked for what seemed like hours. I shuddered
when I thought about how many of these disguised demons must be
walking among us, unseen.
Finally, the monster turned us toward the wall and approached one of
the door-sized ovals. Standing near it, I watched our reflected images
shimmer and distort, reminding me of a constantly changing funhouse
mirror. The surface seemed liquid, like a giant pool of mercury
standing on its side.
Without a word, he gave my wife a shove, pushing her into the portal.
She disappeared without a sound, leaving only a few ripples in the
flowing surface. I fell forward as his powerful thrust hurled me toward
the unknown.
Terrified and screaming, we looked up from the floor of our bedroom.
The large mirror on the far wall rippled for a few seconds, then
returned to its regular glassy appearance. Cautiously rising to our
feet, we looked around the room. We appeared to be alone, the room
looking just as we had left it.
My wife and I explored our home, finding no trace of the monster or
his demons. Peering out the front window, we saw familiar neighbors
walking the street as the brilliant sunset cast a pink glow over the
peaceful setting.
Grateful for hot showers and a good meal, we retired early, exhausted
from our endless ordeal. Were we free? Was it finally over? Maybe the
monster had finally tired of us, moving on to some other unfortunate
couple. We fell asleep almost at once, spending the first peaceful
night in weeks in our own comfortable bed.
The next day was spent getting our lives back in order, doing the
ordinary things that our busy lives required. Feeling more at ease, we
were still cautious, nervously checking dark closets and the empty
garage where the monster's black limo once waited. That evening we
relaxed, watched a movie, then went to bed with a bottle of our
favorite wine, purchased that day to celebrate our freedom. Life was
good again, but we had a way to go to repair the damage he had
inflicted.
Once in bed, our desire for each other fueled by the now empty bottle
of wine, we explored each other's bodies like hungry animals. She
stroked my cock and balls lovingly while I licked and sucked at the
hard nipples atop her firm, jutting breasts. Desperate to fill her
eager pussy, I rolled onto her, licking her ears and neck. Sighing and
moaning, she rubbed her clit with the head of my cock, then pulled me
inside her. I moved into her slowly, relishing the continuous flood of
sensation as her vagina spasmed and gripped my penis, encasing the
sensitive head in wave after wave of welcome embraces.
She clutched my ass with both hands, pulling me toward her, sinking my
cock as deeply into her as possible. Holding me there, enjoying my
fullness inside her, she raised her hips under me, moving in a
circular motion. She began to moan louder as she rubbed her swollen
clitoris against me, calling my name between gasping breaths and
short, quiet cries.
We looked into each other's eyes as we shared an intimacy deeper than
we had ever known. We had survived the ordeal together, and now found
our love was not diminished, but strengthened by the experience unique
to us alone. The renewed sense of belonging, freedom, and an
indestructible love brought our lovemaking to a yet unknown intensity.
Our mouths met, tongues circling and wrestling, welcome invaders into
the warm wetness. Our writhing bodies became one, joined at both ends,
offering and accepting everything.
We both began to scream as our bodies suddenly rocked and thrust more
rapidly, the imminent orgasms now out of our control. I felt the urgent
rush of semen surge forward deep within my exploding cock. She
bucked franticly against me, milking my cum from me as her orgasm
crashed over her.
Suddenly, the darkened room was filled with light. Startled, I jumped
up, spraying a stream of cum onto my wife's heaving belly. Blinded by
the unexpected brightness, we squinted as we looked around the room,
our orgasms cut short by the surprise.
"Well, well, what the fuck do we have here?"
Looking in the direction of the voice, we saw a young boy, about
fifteen, standing at the foot of the bed. Behind him, the large mirror
rippled and flowed, then returned to its normal appearance. He stood
with his hands on his hips, grinning at us as I bolted, naked, from
the bed. My wife remained trembling on the bed, the sheets pulled up
to her neck to hide her excited body.
"Who are you, and what the hell are you doing here?" I shouted.
His grin changed quickly to a menacing glare as he answered.
"I'm Spike, and I'm here to make your lives a living hell," he hissed.
He approached me as he answered, stopping a foot in front of me.
"Now, hubby, I suggest you shut the fuck up and do as I say. Get it?"
He shoved me hard enough with a single push to hurl me against the
wall, several feet away. I hit the wall in mid air, then crashed to
the floor, unable to breathe.
He strolled to the side of the bed, leaning over to look more closely
at my terrified wife's face, studying it with his piercing eyes. She
turned to look at him, visibly shaking under the wrinkled sheet.
He was tall for his apparent age, but painfully thin, his pale skin
stretched over a long angular frame. His red hair was cropped short,
standing on end over his white skull. Several studs and rings pierced
both his ears, and tattoos covered the exposed portions of his spindly
arms. He wore a tattered t-shirt bearing a faded inscription that was
long ago unreadable. His skintight leather pants were molded to his
bony skeleton, and displayed the growing outline of his long, thin
cock. His demeanor was menacing, short-tempered, and potentially
violent.
Bringing his mouth closer, he extended his tongue and forcefully
licked the side of her face. She closed her eyes, too terrified to
move. He licked again, this time the other cheek as he turned her head
toward him. He continued to lick her - eyes, lips, ears, and neck,
until her flawless, olive skin glistened with a coating of his stringy
saliva.
"God, you're a fox!" he blurted. She winced with each of his words,
spoken so closely to her wet face. "Hey, hubby, get over here!" he
ordered. I got up slowly, still breathing hard from my fall.
"I wanna see her. Take the fuckin' sheet off."
I stood beside the bed, not able to move. Impatient, he threw me a
nasty glance, the centers of his eyes glowing red for just an instant.
I reached down and took the edge of the sheet from her shaking hands.
Slowly, I pulled it over her toward the foot of the bed. He leered,
mouth watering, as he took in her full breasts, flat belly, and
firm, long legs. She covered her breasts with both hands, but she
couldn't hide the wet remains of my ejaculate covering her crotch and
stomach.
"God damn it! You got cum all over her!"
He reached out with a finger and traced a path along her abdomen,
trailing it through the semen, between the swollen labia, continuing
lower, lingering over her anus. Withdrawing it, he presented it to
her, wet and sticky. "Lick!" he commanded. She allowed him to enter
her, closing her trembling lips around it, cleaning it as his he
slowly pulled his finger from her closed mouth.
"Yea, I knew you'd be easy. Now go get cleaned up, you little slut."
She edged off the bed slowly and headed for the bathroom, eyeing him
cautiously as she left us. I heard the shower running and felt the
warm, humid air enter the room as she cleaned herself for him.
"I guess you know where the guest room is by now," he laughed. Get
your shit and get outta here." I quickly gathered some clothes, a
pillow, and sheets, then headed for the bedroom down the hall where I
had already spent night after night listening to the others use my
wife in our bed.
Before long, the shower stopped. I sat on my bed in despair, dreading
the sleepless night ahead of me. Soon I heard her soft voice and went
to my door to listen more closely.
She returned to the bedroom, naked and warm from the steamy shower. He
came close to her, whispering his orders in her ear, making sure I was
not able to hear them.
"Get on the bed. Spread your legs and pull your knees up so I can see
your cunt. Hold it open for me with both hands so I can look inside
you."
She did as she was told, knowing not to disobey him. He walked slowly
around the bed, enjoying the sight of her beautiful body, stretched
open for him. She trembled as she saw his excitement intensified by
her shame and humiliation.
As he began to remove his clothes, she started to sob, heavy tears
running over her already wet face. He climbed onto the bed and crawled
between her legs, spreading her smooth thighs even farther apart. He
crouched over her on hands and knees, his long, thin penis bobbing
near her pussy, still held open by her slippery fingers. Lowering his
face to her ear, he whispered his next order.
"Beg me to rape you."
She began to cry harder, her stomach and breasts shaking as the tears
flowed.
"Beg me to rape you, or I'll fuck you up, slut."
He had already shown his violent streak, so she had no doubt that he
meant what he said. Between sobs, in a broken, quiet voice, she
complied.
"Please rape me."
Infuriated, he hissed into her ear, "Say it louder, like you mean it,
you little bitch!"
"Please rape me," she repeated, this time loud enough for me to hear.
"Louder, bitch! Keep begging me!" he warned.
"PLEASE RAPE ME, PLEASE, PLEASE, RAPE ME!" she shouted, over and over
again.
He lowered his cock and entered her, allowing her to feel it pass by
her tiring fingertips as she held herself open for him. The long shaft
entered her repeatedly and violently as she struggled to keep her
labia stretched for him. He slammed into her, enjoying her soft grunts
and jerking breasts as he jolted her with each thrust.
Again whispering, he gasped as he worked, "Beg me.. to fuck you..
harder. Say my name. Do it...slut!"
All I heard from my room was her constant pleading.
"Fuck me harder, Spike! Please fuck me harder!"
I stumbled to my bed, collapsing in tears. I was certain that we were
free from these demons, only to have an even more violent creature
enter and control our lives. And for how long? Would we be tortured
and humiliated by these beings for the rest of our lives? How much
more could we endure, and what was their reason for doing this to us?
It seemed these were all questions we may never have answered.
He used her the entire night, the sounds waking me frequently as he
made her recite disgusting requests, repeated until he was sure that I
heard my wife as her tired body serviced him.
He brought her to my door the next morning, dragging her by the hair,
showing me her bruised and exhausted body like a trophy. She could
barely stand on her own. Her eyes were swollen and red from her
constant crying. He forced her forward, proudly showing the large
volume of cum that caked her hair and coated her belly and legs.
"She wasn't bad, but I've had a lot better," he boasted. She landed on
top of me, dazed and limp as a rag doll, as he discarded her.
"Clean her up for me. Maybe I can do something with her, in time."
