“Please what?” the monster asked, like a challenge, like it knew instinctively what she desired. “Please fuck you harder? Is that what you want, darling?”
It gave her a chill when he called her darling, but he’d been right when he said it would only hurt at first. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. Her asshole ached. It wasn’t used to being stretched so wide. But…
“Oh god.” Artemis dried her tears on the bedspread. She gulped in desperate breaths as he rammed. “I can’t… oh god!”
“You can’t what?” he growled. “Can’t breathe? Can’t move? Can’t keep yourself from coming?”
She whined into the tear-stained comforter. She didn’t want it to feel so good, but Budd’s body was her favourite plaything, whoever controlled it.
Budd’s hands grasped her hips much harder than they normally would. She’d be bruised all over, and Budd would probably ask how it happened.
How could she tell her boyfriend he’d fucked her ass without knowing it? He’d think she was crazy.
“Come on my crack,” she cried, as the monster rubbed Budd’s palms up and down her cheeks. He reached under her, then. Reached under Budd’s T-shirt and squeezed her tits so hard it hurt. “Oh god! I’m ready. I want it all over my skin.”
“I knew you’d come around.” He pulled Budd’s swollen dick from her poor, tortured asshole.
He was right. It hurt coming out, though not as badly as it had going in. When his cockhead got close to her ass ring, she clamped down hard, trapping him inside. It felt so good when she milked that thick dick that she didn’t stop. She just kept stroking his fat tip with her ass ring until her body burst into climax.
The monster panted. “You’ll make this weak body come.”
“This one too,” Artemis confessed.
She’d never reached orgasm through anal penetration, but there was a first time for everything.
“Oh god!” She tried throwing her ass back into the saddle of his hips, but the only muscles she could control were the ones in her mouth and her ass. “I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m… OH!”
Just as her body buzzed with the rampant sizzle of orgasm, a familiar voice emerged from behind Budd’s naked body.
“What did I tell you pervs about closing the door?” Vincent slammed it shut. The monstrous spell must have broken in that split second, because Artemis was able to turn entirely around. As her robe swung on the door’s hook, Vincent shouted, “And keep your voices down. I could hear you from the lawn.”
“Shit,” Artemis said, though she was so confounded she didn’t know what to think.
Budd gazed at her in the moonlight, his eyes shimmering with humanity and confusion. “What happened?” He looked down at his naked body. “Did we have sex?”
Artemis nodded.
“I was asleep, I guess.” Budd chuckled. “I don’t remember a second of it. Was it good?”
“Yeah,” she said. “It was… yeah, it was really good.”
Chapter Four
“Morning, kiddo.” Artemis crossed the quiet kitchen and grabbed a cereal bowl. “Staying home from work today?”
After nearly a week of grovelling, Artemis still couldn’t get Vincent to talk. The air clouded with his unwavering anger. He seemed to think she was the root of all evil.
But she wasn’t. She’d encountered that force. It had taken over her boyfriend’s body one night. She still didn’t know who or what it was, but if evil resided in their house, it lay with that monster, not in Artemis.
Every time her mind crossed the precipice to the night she was taken, her body filled with a strange combination of sensations. She relived the pain of being fucked from behind, against her will, but soon the pain drifted toward pleasure. That’s when guilt took over.
She reminded herself it was Budd’s body. She had every right to the orgasm Vincent had, unfortunately, witnessed. Didn’t she?
Maybe she should have done more to fight the creature’s advances, but what? It locked all her muscles. Even if it hadn’t, Budd’s body was much bigger than hers. He could have taken her down. Hell, he could have taken her out. For good.
“Just pick a fucking cereal!” Vincent slammed his spoon on the table. “There are only four. Why does it take you three million years to choose?”
Artemis hadn’t realized she was staring at cereal boxes, but she appreciated that Vincent had finally spoken to her. “Oh. I… sorry.”
“And why are you prancing around in my dad’s T-shirt?” he growled. “I live here too. I don’t want to see your chunky-ass thighs every time I turn my head.”
She wanted to say, “My thighs aren’t chunky!” Instead, she said, “I’m sorry, Vince. You’re right.”
“You never think about anyone but yourself,” he grumbled.
“You don’t really mean that.” Choosing a cereal at random, she brought the box to the table. He got up hastily, and took his bowl to the sink. “Vincent, listen, you probably won’t believe this, but I care a lot about your dad. He’s an amazing guy. In fact, he’s the best guy I’ve ever met.”
“I know he is,” Vincent snapped. “So he deserves better than a homeless gold digger.”
That hurt more than Artemis thought possible. She swivelled her kitchen chair to look at him. “You think I’m a gold digger?”
“Aren’t you?” he shot back, before she’d finished asking the question.
Clasping her hand to her heart, she said, “No. I’m not.”
“Yes. You are.”
Artemis froze. She’d been looking right at Vincent’s face when he said those three words, but… but his lips hadn’t moved. Either Vincent was secretly a ventriloquist, or something sinister was about to happen.
The kitchen’s comfortable temperature grew as frosty as Vincent’s demeanour. From there, it went to the other extreme. The room turned sweltering. And the smell! She knew that swamp scent all too well…
“Take off my father’s T-shirt,” Vincent said. This time his lips moved, but his eyes glowed an unmistakeable scarlet. “Take it off.”
“Not right here in the kitchen.” Artemis rose from her chair and took hold of the shirt’s hem. Before she knew it, she was lifting the comfy cotton over her head, exposing her naked body to her boyfriend’s son. “Oh god, what am I doing?”
“My bidding.” This time when he spoke, his voice mixed with a deeper, darker one that cast out every nice feeling in her body.
Artemis stood naked in the middle of the kitchen, begging herself to pick up that shirt and run for it. No such luck. Last time she’d felt the monster’s presence, her muscles had locked. This time her body kept moving, but not in the way she wanted it to.
Cupping her bare breasts, she squeezed them together. Her pussy tingled when Vincent looked. But who was watching her? Was it Vincent, or the monster? Budd had never recovered any memory of fucking her ass. Maybe this was the same.
“What are you doing?” Vincent asked. This time it was only his voice, none of the monster’s.
“I can’t stop myself.” One hand meandered down her belly to toy with her bush. “I don’t wanna do this, Vince, I swear. He’s making me.”
Vincent’s voice was desperate when he asked, “Who’s making you?”
“I don’t know. He’s a monster.”
Suddenly, Vincent’s body jolted like it had been hit by lightning. His eyes flashed. His hunched shoulders squared. He stood taller, prouder, and when he walked toward her, his gait was not his own.
“Vince?” she asked. “Is that you?”
“It’s me, but I can’t… I don’t know what I’m doing!” He opened a cupboard full of pasta, rice and soup tins, then grabbed something from the very back. Artemis couldn’t see what it was until he set it on the table: a thingy of vegetable shortening. Odd choice.
“There’s something malicious in this house,” she told him, gasping as her fingers strummed her clit. “It gets inside your body and controls you.”
Fear flashed in Vincent’
s eyes and they again glowed red. He stripped off his clothes and rubbed his erection against her belly. “This isn’t me. I wouldn’t do this.”
“I know,” Artemis assured him as he lifted her onto the kitchen table. “Me neither. I love your father. I really do.”
Her legs wrapped themselves around his slim waist while his arrow-straight cock moved toward her cunt. How was she wet already? Her body obviously drew arousal from outside sources, because she was in no way attracted to Vincent. He’d never given any indication of being attracted to her, either, and yet look at him now—hard as a steel girder, and poking desperately between her legs.
And then a striking thought crossed her mind. “Oh god, Vince, is this your first time?”
He swallowed hard as his cockhead throbbed against her swollen clit. “Yeah right. ‘Course not.”
A scarlet flash crossed Vincent eyes. His muscles surged so freakishly Artemis felt his energy across her flesh. She wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding close to the edge of the table. It was soaked with pussy juice.
“I don’t wanna do this,” Vincent said as he guided his long cock into her pussy.
“I don’t want it either!” Clinging to his shoulders, Artemis arched to let him deeper inside.
His erection filled her in one confident stroke. They moved in slow motion. She clenched her pussy muscles around his cock and moved her hips in time with his self-assured thrusts.
“My god, Vince.” Her breath hitched as he fucked her. “You really know what you’re doing.”
Wrapping her hair around his hand like a rope, he said, “No I don’t. This isn’t me.”
“It’s your body,” Artemis said, running one hand down his young chest. He wasn’t even hairy yet, except that dark patch around his dick. “If you’re not fucking me, who is?”
“Not me,” he said, in a tone that sounded both pleading and puzzled.
She slipped her fingers between their two bodies and felt for his balls. At this point, she couldn’t distinguish between what she wanted and what she was forced to do.
When she found his scrotum, he gasped and twitched. “Oh, fuck.”
“Are you coming?” she asked, anxiously. “Don’t. Not yet.”
What was she saying? This was her boyfriend’s boy. She shouldn’t be begging him to make it last. She shouldn’t be fucking him at all.
“I can’t stop it,” he cried, launching his cock deep inside her cunt. “It’s gonna happen. I can’t help it.”
Throwing her arms around him, she pressed her bare breasts to his naked front. It wasn’t a familiar sensation, this. She’d grown accustomed to muscles and hairy chests. Vincent was the polar opposite. He shuddered in her arms as her cunt milked his cock.
“Oh god!” Vincent fitted as she tightened her pussy’s grip on his erection. “I can’t stop. It just keeps coming!”
“You’re not kidding,” Artemis said as his cum spilled out of her cunt and dripped down the breakfast table. “I’ve never felt anything like it!”
Inching down her body, he kissed her neck sharply, then bowed to her breasts. “This isn’t me,” he said, before wrapping his lips around her nipple and sucking her halfway to orgasm.
“Oh god…” She felt that suction all the way down in her clit. “Oh, Vincent. That’s amazing.”
His spent cock slipped from her pussy as he switched to the other breast. “It isn’t me. I don’t want this.”
When he spoke, Artemis experienced a sneaking hurt. She wanted to agree with him, wholeheartedly, but the fight was gone from her body. The switch had flipped. Now she couldn’t get enough.
“Put something else in my pussy,” she begged. “Anything. Your fingers, even.”
Before she’d finished speaking, his fingers filled her cum-soaked cunt.
“My god,” she shrieked. “How many was that?”
“All of them,” he said, before reattaching his mouth to her breast.
She gazed beyond the boy. His four fingers disappeared between her legs. Not his thumb, though. His thumb landed on her throbbing clit, nudging it side to side, sending scintillating streaks through her body.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I don’t know.” Vincent tucked his thumb against his palm and turned his hand, corkscrew-style. “Ugh, all I can feel is my own cum.”
She watched it spill from her snatch as he twisted his hand one way, then the other. The sight might disgust Vincent, but Artemis couldn’t deny the voyeuristic joy of watching his hand enter her… and his cum exit.
“Please, make it stop,” Vincent pleaded.
“It’s not me,” Artemis assured him. “There’s another force at work. Can’t you feel it in the house? It’s bad. It’s beastly.”
Vincent seemed pained beyond reason as he pressed his hand harder into her cunt. She felt the knobbly ridges of his knuckles battering past her supple slit. It should have hurt, but she was too turned on. She loved it.
“Keep going,” she said. “Get your whole hand in there.”
He looked up at her, stunned. “Are you making me do this? Is it you?”
“What? No!” When she looked him in the eye, she saw fear beyond measure. “Vince, I love your father. I would never be unfaithful to him.”
“Except right now,” he said, accusingly.
His tone must have upset the beast, because Vincent’s eyes flashed red. His jaw hardened. His back straightened. And his hand squirmed between her legs. She hadn’t truly felt the bigness of it before. Now it throbbed in her body. When she looked down, her cunt had swallowed his entire hand, all the way to the wrist.
“How is that possible?” she asked, not expecting him to answer.
When he responded, it wasn’t Vincent’s voice. “Anything is possible, Mother.”
“I’m not your mother,” Artemis shot back. “I’m not even your step-mother.”
She was dealing with the beast, full-on. Her body tensed, and when she struggled to free herself, unseen hands held her arms so tight bruises instantly indented her flesh.
“Oh god!” Her heart raced as those invisible hands tightened their grip. “Vincent, help me. Make it stop.”
“I can’t.” His voice came back and his soul flashed into his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I can’t stop it.”
For a moment, she thought he was referring to the fist in her pussy and the bruises on her arms. Then she heard the crinkle of paper and realized Vincent was unwrapping that brick of shortening with one hand.
Vincent rolled his free hand in the grease before slathering it down Artemis’s ass crack.
“What are you doing?” she asked, though the answer was obvious. “Vincent?”
“I’m sorry.” Tears formed in his dark brown eyes. “Honestly, I can’t stop it. I’m trying.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, his finger entered her ass. One finger, then another. Together, they stretched her tight hole like an elastic band.
Another finger. That made three. He fucked her with them while his other hand waved inside the relatively wide-open space of her pussy. God help her, it actually felt good!
“How many fingers are you trying to fit?” she asked, making it sound like an idle question and not an abject plea. “Only, I’ve never done this before. Nothing even close.”
“And you think I have?” Vincent cried, his voice rigid with desperation. “Holy fuck, what now?”
His pinky finger curled against the others, and he began that corkscrew motion in her ass.
“You’re not…”
“I am,” Vincent said. “I’m sorry, Artemis. This isn’t me, I swear!”
“I know, baby.” She tried desperately to lean forward and kiss his forehead, but the beast held her in place, ass perched at the edge of the table, palms flat behind her. “It’s not your fault.”
Four fingers filled her hole, and she cried out before she could stop herself. One hand reached up from the table to cup her breast, pinch her nipple.
The zaps of electric pleasure streaming from her tits definitely eased Vincent’s path.
“That’s right,” she said, encouraging him. Before she knew what she was doing, her other hand found the back of his head and pulled it to her lonely breast. “Oh, Vince. That’s wonderful.”
He sucked her tit desperately while his fingers carved a path inside her. Her ass ring stretched for Vincent’s hand. It wasn’t until his knuckles brushed her gaping hole that she realized how deep he’d gone. It wasn’t her doing. She knew that much. Only the beast could open her body wide enough to fit one hand in her cunt and another in her ass, simultaneously. No human body could achieve a feat like this on its own.
“Oh god.” Vincent’s voice filled with fear. “I can feel one hand with the other. I can feel them through… I don’t know! They’re almost touching. Did I break you?”
“Not yet,” she told him, hoping that was true. She felt full and achy, spread unconscionably wide, but not split, not ruined. “You’re doing fine, Vince.”
“I don’t want to be doing this at all!” He twisted his fist this way and that, making her asshole so huge she felt transported.
She wasn’t on Earth anymore. This wouldn’t be possible, on Earth. One hand in her pussy, one hand in her ass? No human could achieve something so gruesome without the help of an otherworldly creature.
Did that mean the beast was inside her? It obviously controlled her actions, and Vincent’s. Was the creature in her ass, stretching its elastic ring wide enough for her boyfriend’s son to shove his entire hand in there?
“Oh, Vince…”
“It’s not me,” he said, begging her to believe him. “These aren’t my hands.”
They moved in her like sea life. Whole hands undulated in her pussy and her ass. Fingers touched fingers through the barely-there membrane that divided those two spaces. It was more than a body could bear. It elevated her spirit to a place she’d never been, and it brought her an orgasm that was peaceful, meditative, and silent.
“Vince…” She ran her hand through his hair as he suckled. “I think I saw God.”
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