The Devil’s Nightmare By: been there ©May 2004 Erotic, horror, les, gang rape, M/F, F/F, F/beast, snuff 1. On the Prowl Each bulb blinked on and off in rapid succession as the animated lights formed into an arrow drawing her toward the entrance. Stealthily‚ her entrance still alerted everyone. Her presence drew the stares of every male patron as she slithered the length of the saloon and seated her well-shaped bottom in the rear booth. The audible gasps vocalized throughout as she crossed her long legs under the tiny table and twisted until the minuscule leather skirt was straightened to her satisfaction. Only then did her eyes circuit the dark room as a hunter might scan the brush for prey. Slowly, she lifted a smoking cigarette to her lips, drew heavy until the tip glowed red, inhaled and held the viperous vapor deep into her pronounced bosom. Each hungry pair of eyes followed the sensuous rise only to hold their breath in unison. The smoke‚ drifted tauntingly from her lips obscuring the scornful expression of disdain of the animals with whom she toyed. This little charade firmly took them. Last night, a middle aged educator from a nearby university had succumbed to her charms, abandoning himself to her wishes and hungers, her fetishes and quirks. He drove himself, restraining his own pleasures in order to bring her to climax after climax, trying satisfy her demand for sexual satisfaction. That night was long and in the end‚ pain replaced pleasure for him He concentrated his every move to coincide with her demanding wishes. As she thrust a breast into his lips, obediently his tongue toyed circling the rosy ring and sucking the nipple until it became hard and extended. His teeth raked the rigid point as she relished his every effort. The pain actually brought her to near climax. If he tried to change his position or technique she would indicate disfavor and demand his attention follow her wishes. She eventually tired of this amusement forced his head from her breasts with more than normal persuasive efforts. Directing his obedient lips with precision, past her flat hairless stomach trapping his head within her legs, scissorred around his neck and over his shoulders, she opened her nest to his tongue. Insistently, she dug her high heels into his back forcing his face deeper into the folds of the soft labia As an experienced lover, he used every skill he possessed to satisfy her ever changing demands. Her engorged clitoris swelled in his mouth, he sucked her into climax after climax. He delved into the depths of her sex furnace drinking of the love juices. His tongue did a rapid tattoo, inserted as far into her vagina as he could penetrate to simulating a miniature penis Her demands for cunnilingus was insatiable. He resorted to kneeling, straddling her, hooking legs under his arms, spreading her open and lifting ass into the air. Her pussy was laid open picnic table style. All that was left to do was sample every tasty morsel. It wasn’t a one way ride, as he held her in this precarious position, balanced over shoulders. His worn out cock and balls were dangling in her face. She coaxed at his penis until he became semi hard with tongue flicking and orally rolling the glans around lips steered by a tongue with a purpose. Each time she felt an exciting stimulation from his mouth she would tighten her grip on each testicle she held in her hands and suck his cock deeper into her mouth. The exhaustion and the pain stifled his responses until she tired of the game completely. His manhood physically and mentally reduced to slave level as she lusted over and under his body, doing as she wished, when she wished. Drained and no longer able to perform, prompted her to derided everything he was and everything for which he stood. With the first break in the night sky, dawn found him‚ still enslaved to her, willing to forsake everything, his life, career, and family for her charms, but too exhausted at the present to perform any longer. He had use every technique his years had taught him to bring her pleasure. He prostrated his body to her cruel punishments and hung on every sexual appetite she demanded or expressed the desire to try. Adding a final insulting, a highly stinging remark, she pushed him and his belongings from her, the hotel suite and into the cold gray dawn and slammed the heavy door behind him Get the fuck out of here you whimpering maggot, send someone around that really knows how to screw. One of your students or your son, maybe? Him‚ gone and her snuggled under the white down quilt, she lavished in the comfort that the soft coverlet brought to her naked‚ well-fucked body. Memories of the past nights and encounters flooded her thoughts. So many had tried, only to fail and be cast aside. She tried but failed to remember them all, only a few still remained as solid memories with vivid details. Faces and bodies blurred together as she seduced her path through likely and not so likely candidates to control and satisfy her fervent passion. Still unsatisfied, her sexual libido, she reached for the a monster vibrator to sadistic punish and pleasure herself some more. At first touch she gushed a hard orgasmic spasm that flooded onto the instrument of gratification. Still her inner self demanded more, more stamina than her‚ spent body possessed. She punished herself with long and prolonged usage to a degree of abuse. She drifted in and out of consciousness unable to tell the difference between what she felt and what she desired. But tonight will be different! She had promised herself, she would not just settle for any liaison, she would choose better. Maybe a multi-partner encounter would be the answer to tax her appetite for sex. A twofer just might do it. She snuffed the ember from her cigarette, placed the ivory holder back into her purse, quickly downed two of the many uninvited beverages long since sent to her table and rose to leave. Again she snaked her way past all of the admiring and lecherous stares from the bar and tables, ignoring the daggers of envy from the competition, to exit with the same triumph as when she entered. Instinct directed her to seek another lair in her search. So intent on her personal quest for gratification, she set caution aside when her path led her to the dingy dive with all the chrome plated motorcycles parked in front. Big and lavish with bold designs depicting heaven and hell complete with serpents, fire and lightning embellished on the sides, they warned all passers of the occupants inside. The loud beat of the jukebox reverberated onto the street. With a indifferent shrug, she entered the smoke filled chamber that reeked of evil.