Demonic Nightmare 1
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Jo had spent the past few hours staring into the face she'd frequently
worn but rarely actually seen. Certainly not for more than a few seconds
at a time, catching her reflection on the surface of Ian's pool, or a
passing glimpse at a mirror, partway through one of their sexual
escapades.
She hadn't had a proper look at it since that first time, while
'summoning' the succubus. Jo now knew it to be more of a transformative
ritual than an actual summoning that would bring any external being into
the mortal realm.
And what a face it was. It had been expertly crafted, if she did say so
herself. Her flaming red hair hadn't grown any further than where Joel
had initially formed it to reach, slightly under her earlobes. Her eyes
similarly had lost none of their captivating golden lustre, but
nonetheless fought for attention on her face with her full, pouting
lips; pouting now because Jo was more than a little upset.
She hadn't yet decided whether it had been a mistake to keep Ian in the
dark about the power his words had in her afterglow. His off the cuff
remark had trapped her like this, a literal horny devil. Whether it was
because of his calling her a slut, or just the original programming Jo
had set her succubus form up with, she was finding it hard to avoid that
peak of arousal that triggered her immediate desire to drain a man.
Certainly, if she'd told Ian about her susceptibility to conditioning,
he would have at least known what he was doing, and known what not to
do. But now more than ever, she had doubts that he'd do the right thing,
were he armed with that understanding.
She'd barely been able to give it a moment's thought before he'd fucked
the sense out of her, an experience she found hard to dwell on without
coming dangerously close to triggering her need to be sated once more.
Yet now in her relatively calmer state, she was able to think on the
meaning of his aggression, that sadistic disregard he'd never shown her
before.
Ian had come through her door with a markedly different demeanour than
on previous occasions, where he'd been guiltily, even shyly at first,
trying to do his duty while feeling embarrassed that he was enjoying the
experience. That Ian hadn't walked in through her door that day.
Instead, Ian had been all disdain, pent-up frustration, and anger that
was freely boiling over. In the years she'd known Ian, he'd only let his
anger out twice that Jo could remember, and both had driven him to
ultimately ineffectual attempts at violence that had only served to make
him bury his anger deeper.
This time, however, he appeared to have had the target of his anger at
his mercy, and no obstacles had presented themselves to curb his
crueller ambitions. She supposed that his failed outbursts in previous
years had only darkened his runaway angry thoughts when he did get in
one of those moods, and she'd ended up being on the receiving end of it.
All of which presented her with an inescapable conclusion: Ian couldn't
be trusted.
She had yet to come up with a plan of action were she to slip up again.
In fact, given her constant state of arousal and even stronger urges to
pursue those stray sexual thoughts, she supposed it was an even greater
inevitability than ever that she would eventually succumb.
But her situation had taken a turn for the dire - though not something
she'd ever previously thought of as a plus, by Ian proving dangerous,
she'd lost the safety net that had let her pick up the pieces after
she'd messed up, and continue to search for a solution. Now, that
guarantee had completely evaporated.
But even that realisation and the accompanying dread weren't what kept
Jo sat stock still opposite her full length mirror. Nor was it the
disassociation between mind and body one might experience in such a
situation - it was, in fact, the very lack of that sensation that had
petrified her.
Try as she might, for she knew logically she should, she found herself
unable to find her new body odd, unwelcoming or alien in the slightest.
It was probably in the wording of Ian's remark, she knew, but that
didn't help her shift her subconscious away from this mundane acceptance
of her situation.
She was, simply put, a woman. She knew logically that she was meant to
be a man, that her name was meant to be Joel, and that she should feel
freaked out and terrified at being stuck in this body, but she was no
longer able to feel these things to be true.
But eventually, fatigue got the best of her and she collapsed into her
bed. At least, she thought in her exhaustion-blurred mind, she could
sleep easy. Had she not been cursed into acceptance of her now permanent
gender change, she might well be freaking out, and kept awake by her own
hyperventilation and panicked, racing heartbeat. However, knowing that
such misery would at least demonstrate the logical reaction of a sound
mind prevented that thought from being all that comforting.
Ian had regretted his behaviour the moment he'd arrived back home. The
sex had consumed his anger and frustration, and after feeling empty on
the walk back, guilt had filled that emotional void, and hit him hard.
He'd never really had an explosion of anger like that where he'd been
able to carry out the dark thoughts in his head, and so the shame that
followed his anger being dispersed was entirely new.
After a few days he worked up the courage to call, but Joel's mobile was
off and house phone disconnected. He felt a wave of relief at not having
to have the conversation he knew was necessary, and almost immediately
felt ashamed of that, too. But even feeling guilty about that, he knew
the courage to actually visit would take longer to work up.
So when he saw Jo at the mall, it wasn't the shock that prevented him
from coming forwards and apologising, so much as it was the continuing
fear and shame. It was also these two that saw him turning his back and
walking as fast as his legs could carry him out of the mall and back to
his home. Only once back in his room did he calm down enough to realise,
and curse, his own cowardice.
Jo had come to the mall in a poorly thought-out attempt to relax, since
she'd had disturbed nights and stressful days ever since cutting off
contact with Ian. Now she was here, she couldn't really remember what
people used to even do at malls if they weren't shopping for anything
specific. Window shopping held little appeal either, as thoughts of the
future had been put on hold until she could secure a future without the
demonic curse she'd been living under for months now.
To avoid risking jumping some lucky delivery boy's bones, she'd stocked
up on frozen food a few nights before, and so used her mall trip to at
least vary her diet somewhat. After finding the fast food joint with the
most hideous serving staff, she finally sat on some benches on the
mall's far side and tried to focus on the food. But, possibly thanks to
some kind of enhanced demon senses, she could feel someone's eyes on
her.
She'd felt something similar earlier, before she'd decided to grab some
food, but this time it wasn't going away. Against her better judgment,
she chose not to ignore it, and instead scanned the mall for the source.
There were a fair few people who stared for a few moments or did a
double-take on seeing her, but then she was a physically manifested wet
dream, so that didn't come as a great shock. Looking past them after a
few moments, there was just one gaze that lingered on her: a weedy-
looking Indian kid.
Jo breathed a sigh of relief she didn't know she'd been holding in, and
only a few seconds later realised why. She'd been terrified it would be
Ian. Though whether she was more scared of him being back to normal and
apologising, or still being angry and knowing how to bend her to his
will, she didn't know.
She did know that the latter, beneath all the fear, still excited her to
a degree that was dangerous, especially in a public place like this. In
fact, it was that thought that had her lose her appetite altogether and
get up to leave, before she noticed a small gang of bigger teens accost
the kid who'd been staring at her.
Sandeep had been having a pretty bad day already. In fact, that may as
well have been bad week, bad month, or bad pretty much as far back as he
could remember. The usual stew of parental expectations social
awkwardness, and a slight build had combined to make him an easy target
for bullies and a hard sell as a friend for his entire schooling life.
What made it worse, and him bitterer still, was that his parents weren't
even really around that much. Being successful professors in their own
right, they spent most of their time touring around the country giving
lecturers. Especially since their son had ended up being such a
disappointment.
Even those who did try and extend an olive branch were these days met
with hostility, a defence Sandeep had developed to avoid being duped
into humiliating himself more than he did by merely existing.
So if he spent a little too long resting his eyes on a stunningly
beautiful girl he saw as he'd been coming out of a stationary store,
where was the harm in that? It wasn't like he'd ever actually be able to
approach her or anything.
He'd not counted on being seen himself, however. And in this case, seen
by a pack of his usual schoolyard tormenters. It hadn't taken them long
to realise what his eyes were glued on, and after themselves enjoying a
few moments leering, they decided the most fun they could had would be
to poke fun at the awkward oddball for doing so too.
Sandeep withdrew inside himself and barely acknowledged the words being
slung in his direction. Another defence mechanism.
He hadn't developed a decent one for what came next however, as reflexes
had never really been his strong point if they didn't involve microing
or getting headshots in whatever online game he was into that month. So
when his pants came down along with his tighty whiteys (another source
of frequent mockery), his deer-in-headlights routine didn't save him
from the stares of every passer-by with a line of sight.
Including the red-headed bombshell he was now stuck staring at, frozen
on the spot.
Jo's legs were moving before she really knew what had happened. In her
state, it'd come like a hammer blow to the frontal lobe, and by the time
she realised what had happened she found herself unwilling or unable to
even bother fighting it. The bullies had scarpered after doing the deed,
but when they turned to look back at their victim they saw him being
dragged away, while struggling to get his pants back up.
Jo only had the patience to turn a couple of corners to avoid the
staring parties before piling into a maintenance closet with the first
dick she'd seen in days, and the body she barely registered was attached
to it.
She dropped to her knees, as one hand dropped to her groin to help along
the inferno that was blazing down there. The guy's pants were barely
even up, and so flew back down with little resistance. The last of the
resistance, coming from the confused and terrified stranger, ceased the
moment her lips found his painfully hard dick. Lips that had been formed
with this very thing in mind.
The teenage boy's groan melted into a bodily shudder that Jo felt
reverberate through her tongue and down to her teeth, which she used,
lightly raking back, to prompt another such groan. Once she'd released
him, the corners of her mouth turned up in a slight grin before she
tilted her head, parted her lips, and glided down headfirst onto him
again. Pent-up stress, fear, and frustration had been lifted from her
shoulders, and her newfound feeling of being wholly content and joyous
had her floating like silk in a breeze. Up and down.
Sandeep too felt like he was floating, dragged up out of his earth-bound
body by the heavenly feelings from down below. At first he'd been caught
between being utterly flustered, and being scared that he was being led
to another humiliation. But that was before they'd entered the
maintenance closet.
Now he was flying high above the feelings of self-loathing and doubt
that kept him tethered, that held him down. He was barely thinking at
all, instead riding the sensations that were new to him yet somehow
familiar, like a sensation he'd always known but could not recall
experiencing.
His flight reached its peak, and he let out a short, sharp squeak as it
did. His thoughts returned to him, but were still focused exclusively on
marvelling at his journey of sensations, as each spurt of satisfaction
fired off to the low, hungry groans of his companion.
As he regained more of his faculties, he realised that her eagerness to
drink it all down, and the sensations of her doing so, were ensuring
that he wasn't done yet.
But this ability to collect his thoughts somewhat also meant that he
wasn't eager to continue in the cramped, potentially public closet. He
pulled up his pants to a grunt of disappointment from the unknown girl,
and pulled her up by her arm.
He was momentarily distracted by her impossibly soft skin, made more so
by a thin covering of sweat, and distracted again when he met her
captivating eyes. But while she was content to merely stare into his own
for the time being, he recollected himself and managed to get out all of
two words.
"My place?"
Her face broke into the kind of smile wars had been fought over.
"Definitely."
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