Chapter 1
I want to be an engineer - that's why I was there. There was an abandoned water treatment plant in the woods where rode my bike. I was fascinated by the pipes and the machinery, so I explored the place - trying to understand their purpose, growing braver as the summer wore on. Eventually I learned how to pick locks and started looking around inside. It was on my second trip inside the big building that I met the girl in the circle.
I wasn't supposed to be there, of course, but I wasn't too worried about getting in trouble. The voice I heard - obviously female - sounded at first like someone in trouble. As I followed the voice closer it became clear that the moans I kept hearing weren't caused by distress, but rather, sex.
I was on a second story staircase overlooking a large machine floor when I first caught sight of her. The sounds were coming from a trim blond woman lying on the cement floor, masturbating. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and her panties were down at her knees. She was rubbing her pussy vigorously and moaning loudly. Painted on the floor around her was the outline of a circle, about ten feet in diameter, painted in blue.
I watched, hidden, as she made herself come. I got hard, of course - I couldn't wait to get home and jerk off - but my curiosity and caution kept me from doing anything about it just then.
After she finished she pulled up her panties, straightened her skirt, and sat up. I wasn't sure what to do: Sneak away? Approach her?
Her eyes started searching around the room, and she spoke loudly: "Come talk to me? Please?"
So I walked up to her. As approached her, it became perfectly clear that she was a demon. Yes, it's impossible, but it was the only conclusion from what I saw: a demon in a magic circle.
The demon girl appeared to be a little older than me: probably college-aged. She had straight blond hair down to her shoulders, emerald green eyes, and a stunning slender body. She also had black bat wings and serpentine tail that flexed and swayed as she moved. Her top was a pale blue halter that showed a lot of her belly, and her skirt was a white mini. She wore white high heels.
Instead of being a solid blue line, as it had seemed from a distance, the circle was a dense collection of strange letters and diagrams arranged in a circle on the ground. After years of video games and horror movies, it was exactly what I would have expected a magic circle to look like, except that it wasn't glowing.
The demon girl stood with her arms clasped behind her, silently, as I walked up. Her pose made her chest stick out and reminded me of how horny she had just made me.
"Hi," I said as I surveyed her and the circle.
"Hi!" She replied.
"You're a demon." I observed.
"Mmm-hmm."
"And you were just masturbating?"
"Yes," she answered without reservation.
"Why?"
"Gotta do something to pass the time. What can I call you?"
"Me? I'm James. What's your name?"
"I can't tell you that. People finding out your name is how you end up in a situation like this." She gestured at the circle on the ground. "You can make one up for me if you want, though."
"How about Alison?" I suggested. "So you're trapped?"
"Mmm-hmm. I haven't seen my captor in months, though. I assume he's been killed or captured himself - that's the lifestyle. Bad luck for me. I have been so bored. And so horny...." Alison blushed and looked down.
"I suppose you want me to let you out?" I said, suspiciously. Movies and video games had taught me not to trust demons.
She answered casually. "Oh, I don't think you could, even if you trusted me. Unless you're a deceptively powerful sorcerer, at least. I'm just glad to have someone to talk to."
While she spoke she was staring at my groin. I must have given some show of discomfort, because she apologized: "Oh, James, I'm so sorry!"
"Why are you so horny?" I asked.
"That's just how I was manifested on this plane," Alison said. She explained further upon seeing my clueless reaction. "When your people summon us, they have some control over the form we take. The stronger their will and the greater their experience, the more influence they have. When Master Torrance summoned me, he wanted a sex slave. He molded me into this body, and that includes the libido of a whole cheer-leading squad." She shrugged.
I took a moment to try to see her point of view. "God, that's got to suck," I said sympathetically. "I mean, sometimes I feel like I'm going to die if I don't get relief, and I think that's normal for a teenager."
"I know, right?!?" She replied.
"I've got to say - I didn't expect that my first conversation with a demon would feel this casual," I told her. She smiled brightly at me.
After a moment's silence, Alison spoke: "Listen, James, I know it isn't appropriate to ask this in human society, but may I see your cock? Please?" I guess she saw skepticism on my face, because she quickly added, "I'm not asking you to enter the circle or anything. Just let me see it from there."
I couldn't see any harm in it, and it certainly was flattering to have a pretty girl want to see me naked. Alison licked her lips when I pulled my pants down. When I dropped my underwear, she squirmed and pressed knees together. When I put my hand on my dick and gave it tug, she said, "Oh god!" and her hands dove for her pussy. She pulled up her skirt and pushed both hands into her panties and rubbed herself maniacally. It looked like she was having trouble standing.
Seeing Alison like that turned me on probably more than I had ever been before. I was rock-hard and I couldn't resist jerking my cock. When she began to come again, it was all I could do to keep from joining her. Somehow I resisted, fearing some sort of demon trick. I put my clothes back on, still aching to come.
"Thank you, James. You have no idea how much that meant to me," she told me.
"I should probably get going," I said, awkwardly.
"Okay," she said sweetly. "Thanks for keeping me company." I started to leave.
"Oh, James?" Alison added after I was a few paces away. "If you do come back to visit me, do you think you could bring some porn?"
Chapter 2
At home that night I tried to research demons online, but that was futile. Any legitimate info - if it even existed - was inseparable from fiction.
The next day I visited Alison again, with my laptop in my backpack. I had tried to buy some dirty magazines for Alison at the gas station, but the clerk wouldn't sell them to me. The stuff in a sex magazine wouldn't be as good as my personal porn collection, but I figured Alison would appreciate being able to keep something when I left.
"You came back!" Alison said, with a heart-melting smile.
"You are definitely the most interesting thing to happen to me this summer," I replied.
I wheeled an office chair out from a nearby room and sat in it.
"So how does this circle work? What happens if you try to cross it?" I asked.
"I just can't. It's like a wall, but only for me. It's a bit springy, but it's solid enough." By way of demonstration, Alison reached out with her hand and leaned against the invisible barrier. The angle of her body was sharp enough that she clearly would have fallen if there hadn't been some force pressing back on her.
"Now check this out!" She said. She reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties down to the floor and stepped out of them, and then began waving them like a flag. With one hand again leaning against the barrier, she swung the panties around like a magic trick to show that they were unaffected. Then, out of nowhere, she threw them in my face and giggled.
I caught them reflexively. I guess I must have smelled them, subconsciously, because blood started flowing to my groin before I had time to think sexy thoughts about them. After looking at them for a moment I threw them back to her.
"It's okay, you know," Alison said as she put her panties back on. "To be attracted to me? There's no shame in it." I was flustered - scared at the notion that she somehow knew about the thoughts and feelings I was having about her. If she only knew all of the perverted things I wanted to do to her she would ... well, I don't know what she would do. But any human woman would run away screaming. I was also worried that she might somehow use that information to trick me, and suck out my soul - or whatever demons actually do.
I changed the subject, sort of. "So this wizard guy kept you locked up here, and popped in every once in a while to fuck you? Is that the story?"
She answered in a friendly conversational tone that seemed surprising given the subject matter. "Well, no. Master Torrance never fucked me himself. He would bring a different group of men once every couple of days and they would take turns with me. I assume he was charging them money for it."
"So they routinely gang-raped you?" I said, aghast.
"Oh god no!" Alison explained. "I mean, I was being held prisoner against my will. But the sex part? I was always eager for that. I probably wanted it more than they did."
"Oh," I said. I was irrationally disappointed. For some reason, hearing that she had eagerly engaged in countless acts of indiscriminate sex with strangers conflicted with the sweet and innocent persona that I saw whenever I looked at her.
I set up my laptop on a crate just outside of the circle, angling the screen so that we could both watch it from the edge of the circle - her inside and me outside. As an afterthought, I offered her a chair and she responded with the glee of a child on Christmas morning. After I pushed the chair into the circle she twirled on it, laughing, arms and legs spread wide. I couldn't resist looking up her skirt.
After I pulled up a second chair, we started viewing my porn collection. We started with still pictures of naked women. Most of those pictures were beautiful, but not lewd, and Alison's comments reflected that. "Oh, she's so pretty!" and "I love that haircut on her." and "What do you like most about this one?" Alison and I both touched ourselves lightly through our clothes.
When we moved on to the pictures of people fucking - many of them cartoons - Alison's comments became dirtier. "Yeah, take that, bitch!" and "She's got such a tiny mouth! How can she fit it all?" They were the kinds of things I sometimes think when looking at this stuff, but would never say.
Alison took off her top, hiked up her skirt, and started rubbing her clit more seriously - but still through her underwear. Her breasts were absolutely flawless: perfectly sized for a hand or a mouth, proud and perky. Her nipples were tiny, pink, and stiff. The porn was a turn-on, of course, but seeing Alison's bare chest had my dick screaming to be let out.
Alison came, with one hand on her nipple and the other outside of her very wet panties. I figured she would want to stop, but instead she fully removed the rest of her clothes and continued to touch herself - although more casually once again.
I couldn't resist any more. I started a playlist of my absolute favorite fuck videos, whipped out my cock, and started jerking it. Alison's intensity picked up quickly once again, as did her dirty-talk: "God I would love to squeeze his balls - just enough to scare him and get his heart racing." Soon she was back to her two-handed technique: a couple fingers from one hand plunging in and out of her hole while the other hand strummed her clit like a banjo. We came together: her unleashing a diva-like scream and me shooting a jet of come onto the crate four feet in front of me.
Alison went back to her slow and steady rubbing. Over the next hour I watched her climb the ladder to orgasm three more times. Eventually the battery on my laptop died and she stopped masturbating.
"So you're trapped here forever?" I asked. Alison was still naked, her thighs and fingers glistening. She didn't make any motion to put her clothes back on.
"Eventually the spell will weaken - although that could take years. Or it's possible that one of my kind, or a human sorcerer, will find out about me and help me get loose - or at least transfer me to a nicer jail. Or who knows - maybe an opportunity will come along."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked.
"Nothing I would ask of you," she said. For the first time since I had known Alison, there was a hint of sadness in her face.
We sat in silence for a while. "Would it... may I come in there with you?" I asked.
"I'd like that." She smiled.
I lied to myself and told myself that I was there to hug her, or shake her hand; but the instant I crossed the threshold she held my face in her hands and kissed me in a world-changing way. You know all of those Valentine's Day cliches about becoming one with another person and being spiritually complete? That's what I felt when she kissed me.
After an endless moment of kissing she pulled my head down to her chest and offered me her nipple. Sucking on it felt so right - the completion of a quest that began when I was born. My hands explored more of her body while I suckled: her rock-hard ass, her hips, and her wet, wet thighs.
I lost my virginity to a demon in a magic circle on a summer afternoon. She was lying on her back, legs up in the air, when I climbed on top of her and slid my cock into her. She wasn't loud this time, but I could tell by her breathing and the tensing and relaxing of her body that she was feeling something powerful. Her wings flexed beneath her from time to time, and her tail sometimes brushed my legs. Over and over I drove my hips into her and felt the smooth, soft, warm, wet friction of her pussy on my cock head, while she pulled me tight with her arms and legs. We came together: I pumped my seed inside of her as she threw her head back and panted.
We lay there for a little while, her finger tracing circles around my nipple. Eventually I had to go, but we both knew I would be coming back the next day.
Chapter 3
Alison and I made love the next day, too. She was so amazingly beautiful, sitting on top of me, grinding her hips into mine, giving me feelings that I couldn't stand but never wanted to stop. Her body was slender and muscular, like a dancer's. Her pussy was pink and tight and hairless. I wondered, briefly, how she could possibly groom herself - but the thought was soon lost in a sea of pleasure. When we came, Alison stretched her wings and arched her back, and I couldn't help thinking that she looked like an angel, despite the obvious intellectual problems with that comparison. We talked and held each other for the rest of the day.
The next day when I arrived at the plant, Mike and Aiden were waiting for me. I had told Mike about Alison - I couldn't resist - but he hadn't believed me. It seemed he had told Aiden, too. They were there, in Aiden's words, "to see this blow-up doll you're calling your demon girlfriend." I don't really like Aiden much.
I tried to say no - refuse to let them in. I was the only one who knew how to pick the locks, after all. But they threatened to break some windows and climb in on their own, so I relented.
Alison happily greeted them and chatted with them like a party host. It didn't take long, though, before she was on her knees giving Aiden a blowjob. At first she worked on the tip with her lips and tongue, but then she swallowed the entire thing. It was like watching a boa constrictor eat its prey. For five minutes she knelt there, his dick as deep in her throat as it could possibly get. I could see muscles in her throat moving continuously, while Aiden stood there with stupid expressions on his face. Sometimes there were gurgling noises. Eventually he came. She kissed him, and then swatted him on the butt to usher him out of the circle.
That's when Mike took his turn. He fucked her doggy-style. Her face was down low against the blanket I had brought. Her butt was high and her tail was sticking straight up like a flag pole. As he pushed his way into her pussy, her tail swept across his chest.
Once they got started, Alison commanded him. "Pull my tail!" He gave it a tug. "Harder!" Soon he had both hands on her tail, pulling it like a rope to drive himself deep on every thrust. She screamed loudly: "Fuck yeah! Fuck me good you son of a bitch! Harder!" They came and then got dressed.
The four of us talked for a while. I was miserable. I can't say I felt betrayed, but I sure as hell felt jealous. It was a feeling of loss. I know she's a demon, and trapped, but I had started to feel like Alison and I had something special. Now she didn't even seem to care that I was there. She fucked each of them, again.
After, as Alison casually scooped some come from her pussy with a finger and tasted it, she spoke. "That was a lot of fun, guys. Thanks. But it's time for you to go now. The rest of the day is just for me and James. But come back again tomorrow!" Mike and Aiden left.
Alison held me silently. I guess she knew I was having trouble with sharing her. Eventually we started kissing and touching each other more seriously. I made her come with my mouth, trying not to think about the other guys' semen that I was undoubtedly tasting. When I mounted her, I took comfort in the realization that she and I were making love, not merely fucking like she had done with the other guys.
"Hold still a minute," Alison said, shortly after I had started pumping her. I stopped.
"So far, I've been doing it with you like a human girl. But I have certain ... tricks - if you want to see them." I nodded. I continued to hold still with my cock deep inside her, but I began to feel swirling, rubbing motions inside. It was like several tongues were serving my cock head at once from inside her.
Almost instantly I was on the verge coming, but Alison put a finger on my lips and softly said, "Not yet." Somehow I held back. Alison put her hands on my butt and pulled me, as a signal to start thrusting again. As I did, the feelings became even more intense. The pressure inside me - the need to come - built up even greater, and I couldn't contain myself. But again, Alison said, "Not yet," and somehow I didn't. It felt like my body was going to burst.
"Okay, now," Alison said, finally, and moaned. I exploded into her as I felt the relief of climax. It felt like that first jet would have been powerful enough to put a hole in concrete. I kept thrusting into her, and my spasms kept coming, the tongue-things in her pussy never letting up. After probably 90 seconds of ejaculating I stopped, exhausted, and rolled off of her.
"You realize you'll never be satisfied with human women, now," Alison teased. "I guess you're stuck with me!"
Chapter 4
The following day, not only were Mike and Aiden waiting for me outside, but so were a half a dozen other teenagers from the neighborhood. I begrudgingly let them in.
One of the new arrivals was a girl, Jody. I almost didn't notice her because, well, she dresses like a guy. She was wearing a loose flannel button-up shirt over a loose long sleeve undershirt, with cargo pants and a camouflage painter's cap. I didn't know her very well - she had always seemed antisocial and bitter to me. She could have been pretty, but it seemed like she went out of her way not to be.
After the initial wonder at seeing a girl with wings and tail, Alison starting servicing the boys of the crowd, one by one, while the rest of us watched. Byron did her missionary-style. Some guy I didn't know sat in the office chair while she sucked him off. Mike fucked her standing up, with her back pressed against the invisible wall of the magic circle, and her legs wrapped around his waist. I wished I had thought of that.
When Mike was finished and the next guy approached, Alison held up her hand to stop him. She tilted her head and stared at Jody.
"What do they call you?" Alison asked.
"Jo."
Alison continued. "You're beautiful, Jo. People have been telling you that all your life, haven't they? But never the people you wanted to hear it from." Alison held out her hands. Jo stepped up to the circle, tentatively at first, and took Alison's hands. Then she stepped through the barrier and into Alison's kiss. The kiss lasted for a long time. I don't know Jody, but I got the impression that this was the first kiss in her life that actually meant something to her.
The onlookers chattered noisily as Alison began to undress Jody. Jody had a really nice body. When her bra came off, one guy shouted, "Show us your tits!", but another guy - Jody's friend, I think - chastised him. "Keep it down, man. This is her moment." Enough people glared at the troublemaker to silence him.
Alison took her time with Jody. She certainly spent more time on her than anyone else had gotten. There was kissing and whispering and petting and holding. None of the guys seemed to mind - we were all enjoying the show. When Alison slid down between Jody's legs and starting licking her pussy, I had to fight the urge to take out my dick and jack it. Jody's face was bright red, and her arms and legs were trembling as Alison licked her. Jody was humming as she came. Alison slid up beside her and held Jody as she caught her breath.
Some of the guys were arguing about who got to go next. Some were hoping to take a turn with Jody, if she was willing, but everyone agreed that that was unlikely. The girls weren't done yet, though. Jody started licking Alison's clit, eliciting shrieks of joy. Then the two of them settled lying on their sides, each girl's face and fingers reaching into the other girl's cunt. They came together - much quicker this time - and then cuddled for a while. After a brief exchange of whispers and smiles, Jody picked up her clothes and left the circle to get dressed.
Tender, sensitive Alison transformed back into joyful fuck-toy Alison as the next guy entered the circle to bone her. And then the next.
Alison shook me awake. She was kneeling over me, outside the circle. Her skin was covered in dried blood, but she was wearing clean clothes that weren't her own and didn't fit her well. The other teens were scattered around the floor, unmoving. Some were missing the articles of clothing that Alison was now wearing. Aaron's body was in the middle of the circle in an enormous pool of blood. There was a piece missing from his neck, like a bite, although I couldn't fathom how Alison could have done that. There were cracks in the cement radiating from his body like lightning, extending a foot or two past the circle's broken boundary.
Alison smiled at me and said, seemingly sincerely, "I couldn't leave without saying goodbye."
"Alison, what the fuck happened here?!" I asked, looking around at my unconscious friends.
"They'll be fine," she said. "I put you all to sleep. It seemed better that way."
"And him?!?" I said, gesturing at dead Aaron.
"That was... expedient." She had an oops-you-caught-me look on her face like the one my stepmom gives the police when they pull her over for speeding. "All of the virgins gave me most of the power I needed, but, well, you can only get so far with sex magic."
"What are you going to do now?" I asked, still stunned.
"I think I'm going to go turn tricks in Las Vegas for a little while, until I get some money saved. Maybe I'll do the comic convention circuit, too. I think these will be a hit there, don't you?" She flexed her wings and looked back at them as she said it. "Eventually, though, I'm going to make my way to Washington D.C." There was an undeniable sinister quality to the way she said that.
Alison stood up. "When you're ready to leave this town, come find me! Maybe you can be my 'manager' or something!" And then she left.
We survivors all had countless interviews with the police, of course; but they never had a clue how to pursue the investigation. They certainly didn't believe us, but they couldn't explain what had caused the fatal bite in Aaron's neck.
Epilogue
Alison was right. I've had two serious girlfriends since then, and a couple random hook-ups, and none of them has satisfied me. The sex has always been nice, but nothing like the experience I yearn to reclaim.
Other than me, all of the survivors' hair has turned partly gray. The consensus is that she somehow took something from us - or at least, them. I'm an outsider to them.
I graduate high school in a month. Once I do, I'm moving to Las Vegas to find Alison, and be with her.