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.