“Help,” she whispered. She tried to scream it, but her throat was too razed from Dafoe’s cock. The word stuck to her swollen flesh. “Please get me down from here.”
Every word felt like a blade, and she instinctively tried reaching for her neck, but her hands didn’t move. Akiliq held them behind her back. She struggled uselessly, because she was only half inside her body. The other half, still floating against the ceiling, watched in awe as Akiliq and Dafoe merged into one monstrous body. Two heads, four arms, and two erect cocks… oh my!
“You can’t…” Artemis felt like she was seeing double, but no. This was really happening. Two possessed bodies melded together. They were poised to take her, jointly, from behind. “Oh god, please don’t!”
“Keep the bitch quiet,” Akiliq instructed.
Dafoe reached one of their four hands around her head, slamming it over her mouth. He smelled like expensive, manly creams, but his hand felt surprisingly large. It covered not only her mouth, but her chin and the base of her nose. She could barely breathe, but what did they care? They were possessed. They’d probably take her dead or alive.
Would the creature kill her? Before, she’d thought not. Now, she wasn’t sure. The violence in his demonic lust increased with every encounter.
“Hold still,” Akiliq commanded.
Artemis hadn’t realized she was squirming.
“Keep your ass in one place, will you?” His bark reverberated deep inside her. “We’re going in, and you’re gonna like it. Hear me?”
With Dafoe covering her mouth, she couldn’t answer in words. She just nodded, swiftly, feeling the client’s heavy hand on her face.
“Would you look at that hole?” Akiliq said to Dafoe. “Spit on it for me.”
Dafoe did as his dog instructed. His spit struck Artemis’s ass crack just above her hole. The hot stuff slicked down to pool in her pucker. Akiliq spit, too. His dog-breath sickened her, but her pussy and her ass betrayed that reaction. Excitement coursed through her clit and up into her naked nipples.
The whole neighbourhood could see. And look! A woman leisurely walking her dog. The dog knew what was happening. It stopped in front of the house and stared, but the woman walking him didn’t look up. She yanked his leash until he started walking again. But that little dog knew. It could see exactly what was going on up here.
“I can’t wait to feel your tight little asshole sucking my fat cock,” Akiliq said.
“No.” She spoke into Dafoe’s palm. It was so slick, so hot with her breath she thought she’d pass out before they stuck it to her.
“Feel how wet her cunt is,” Akiliq sneered.
One of their four hands landed on her pussy. A finger. Two fingers? And then… oh god, a cock! It entered her from behind, and just when she lost herself in its immensity, another cock slid across her ass crack.
Her pussy juice slicked a path as Akiliq pressed his dick to her tightest orifice. She didn’t want him there. It never got easier. Even after Vincent’s hand had been lodged in her rear, she still wasn’t ready for this new feat.
But it didn’t matter what she wanted. It didn’t matter how she screamed. The wolf man opened her asshole with his massive erection. He drove his cock into her, though there was no room for him there. Dafoe was already taking up all the space she had to give. Her cunt was full of cock. When Akiliq horned in on that territory, she felt about ready to explode.
“I can’t,” she whispered into Dafoe’s hand. “It’s too much.”
Akiliq only responded by driving his dick deeper inside her ass. That ring of muscle opened wider, because what else could it do? Respond or rip. Those were her asshole’s only options. So it slackened for his girth. It let him in.
And from her spirit-view, she saw what it looked like to be taken from behind. Her floating consciousness saw through Dafoe and Akiliq’s conjoined body, to the massively stretched flesh around her ass and her pussy. Just the sight made her wince. No wonder it hurt.
That stretch and strain only increased as she stared at the monster’s two massive cocks hurdling into her body. Seeing it made her feel it more, feel it harder and faster—the stretch and strain, the opening of her ass, the filling of her orifices. She couldn’t take much more.
That was just too bad, because they had a lot more to give.
“Bitch is in heat,” Akiliq roared as he rammed her ass. “She wants cock. She wants all the cock. If we had more, she’d take more.”
“No,” she whispered into Dafoe’s hand, which was still covering her mouth.
“Bitch wants it hard.” They forced themselves deeper inside, banging her body against the window. “Bitch wants to feel it.”
Her forehead knocked against the glass. Their force pressed her breasts flat. Her hard nipples indented her body.
“Stop,” she said, woozily. “You’ll break the window. I’ll fall out.”
Could they hear her? Probably not. Not over their roaring grunts and barks. The two-headed, double-cocked man-dog fucked her relentlessly. They rammed her pussy and her ass so hard she stopped feeling the strain and only felt the friction, the motion. She wasn’t human anymore. She was just a receptive piece of meat, a warm slab of flesh. That’s all they needed, right? That’s all she’d be.
“Just come,” she begged. “Just… oh god, just come.”
They must have heard her that time, because Akiliq said, “Bitch wants our jizz.”
Artemis’s head rolled to one shoulder. She didn’t have the strength to hold it up.
“Let’s give it to her.” Dafoe’s voice was the creature’s. “Let’s soak her in cum.”
They forced their dicks deeper inside her body, slamming her face against the glass before pulling back, pulling out. It should have been a relief, but as soon as their thick, throbbing cockheads popped out of her pussy and her ass, she felt strangely melancholy.
She watched from above as Dafoe and Akiliq’s two cocks exploded with cum, like a mismatched pair of fire hoses. They streaked her back, ass and thighs with white-hot cream. The stuff dripped down her legs as she slid to the floor. Without their physical support, she couldn’t stay upright.
Her body slipped like a ragdoll as the Dafoe and the wolf-man fell away from each other. As they separated, Akiliq howled with a deathly bark of pain. Her heart ached for him as his large form condensed into its original self.
The dog lay panting beside his naked owner on the dark wood floor. In that moment, Artemis had a choice to make: return to her battered body and experience a full blast of pain, or fly away like a sylph and escape this wicked existence.
A familiar voice shook the room: “You’re not going anywhere, darling.”
Where was he? The monster. Where was that voice coming from?
“You think you’ve got a hold on me?” She gazed at her less-than-conscious body. “I’ll leave my skin right there on the floor. I’ll take off.”
The creature cackled, a sound so vicious and mean it sliced through her non-corporeal self. “You’d rather die than live with me?”
“You got that right. I’d rather walk through hell than stay here with you.”
She was pretty much decided on her fate when the voice asked, “What about Budd? What about his son? You want them to come home and find you like this, naked and dead on the floor? Taken by a man and his dog?”
Shit. Her perspective shifted when she considered her boyfriend and Vincent. Her love for them had only grown through this ordeal. The monster had her in his clutches. Love would make her stay.
And so, with a distinct sense of resignation, Artemis returned her spirit to its bare and battered body.
Her skin seared as she re-entered it, and when she moaned with the intense pain between her legs, she heard her client finding his way to consciousness as well.
Oh god… how was she going to explain all this?
Chapter Six
“Lots of bikers love their pets,” Budd assured her as he packed the foldaway easel into the trunk
of her car. “It’s too bad you don’t want to work at home anymore, but trust me, you’ll make a killing at this rally. Some of these guys love their pets more than their kids. Isn’t that right, Vince?”
“No,” Vincent said, solemnly.
Budd ruffled his son’s hair. “Hey, who pissed in your Cheerios? You’ve been moody all week.”
“I’m not moody.” Vincent swatted his father’s hand away. “I just…” He looked to Artemis, and then quickly away. “Never mind.”
Budd rolled his eyes and said, “Teenagers!”
Artemis smiled meekly as Budd headed back into the house. Vincent called after him, “I won’t be a teenager for long.”
Alone in the driveway, Artemis stared beseechingly at her boyfriend’s son. “I’m sorry, Vince. You know why I can’t stay.”
“Yeah, I do.” He hopped off his father’s ride and stood so close their noses nearly touched. “I know why, but my dad’s not going to. You need to tell him you’re leaving. You need to tell him why.”
Her shoulders fell. “I can’t, Vince. I just can’t.”
“So you’re going to bail on the rally and Dad’ll be looking for you all day and asking me if I know where you are, and I’ll have to pretend like I don’t know you’re packing all your shit when you’re supposed to be painting pets.”
“He won’t suspect you. Why would he?”
Vincent talked over her. “And then we’ll get home after the rally and all your stuff’ll be gone and you’ll be gone, and…” Vincent went suddenly silent. “Do you even know how depressed he’ll be if another woman runs off without telling him why?”
She took a deep breath, and her heart rattled. “You can tell him when I’m gone. You’re right. He deserves to know.”
The boy’s lips pursed so hard they turned white. His cheeks went scarlet as he said, “Well, what about me? I don’t want you to go.”
Artemis didn’t know what to say. She was so moved by the sentiment she struggled not to cry.
“It attacked me, too,” Vincent whispered. “I know you’re the real target, here, but it possessed me, too. It made me do things… to you…”
She bowed her head, wiped away errant tears. “I’m sorry, Vince. I have to go.”
“Don’t.” He took her by the arms and held her, forcefully. “Don’t leave us.”
“Vince…”
She turned away so she wouldn’t have to look at him, but he followed her gaze, met it, and said, “Don’t go.”
Did he realize he was breaking her heart? Maybe she deserved it. She was obviously breaking his.
“I’ll come to the rally,” she said. “I’ll set up my easel and do my pet paintings, just like your dad wants me to. I’ll be near you all day, okay?”
“And then what?”
She sighed. “I don’t know. What am I supposed to do? I can’t bring clients into the house without them thinking I drugged them, and their pets, and did god-knows-what to their passed-out bodies. I’m lucky Dafoe didn’t call the police.”
“Do you think he believed you were all possessed?”
Artemis shook her head. “He seemed pretty convinced I raped his dog.”
Vincent grimaced, and Artemis stared at his lean young face until the statement just seemed… funny. Hilarious. She started to laugh, and her giggles were so infectious Vincent caught them. By the time Budd came out of the house, they were laughing so hard tears rolled down their cheeks.
“What’s so funny?” Budd asked with a smile.
Artemis shook her head. She couldn’t stop laughing.
“Okay, well Vince and I are heading out. You’ve got your map? You know where you’re going?”
She nodded as they boarded their bikes and rumbled down the driveway. Even after they’d gone, she was still struggling to contain herself.
And then, from the house itself, a callous voice asked, “What’s so funny, darling?”
All at once, the laughter fell away. Artemis scrambled into the driver’s seat and started the engine with shaking hands. She couldn’t take any more of this. It was too much. Much too much.
* * * *
Budd wasn’t kidding about bikers loving their pets. By three in the afternoon, Artemis had snapshots of three dogs, two birds, a cat and a ferret, plus more than a dozen interested inquiries.
As she stood in the rejuvenating sunlight, painting a terrier from its photo, a short woman with long greying hair approached from the side. Artemis was used to bikers watching her paint and asking questions, so she paid little notice at first. It wasn’t until the woman touched her arm that she felt an intense emotion she couldn’t name. The emotional reaction was like despair and salvation wrapped up in one feeling.
“You can’t let him beat you,” the woman said. “He’s strong, but you’re powerful.”
Artemis set down her paintbrush and plastered on a smile. “I’m sorry?”
When the woman cocked her head, her turquoise necklace drew Artemis’s eye. She said, “You’re living with a bad man. I know it. I been there, too.”
“No.” Artemis shook her head adamantly. “No, I’m living with Budd, the big Native guy working the gear shop. See? That’s him, over there. He’s a teddy bear, really.”
The small woman glanced in the direction Artemis pointed, but shook her head. “No, no, not him.”
She closed her eyes for what seemed like a strangely long time, and Artemis started feeling self-conscious because other passers-by were taking notice. In truth, she didn’t care so much about them. It was Budd. She didn’t want him knowing anything was wrong. And this woman seemed to know exactly what was wrong.
“He’s a monster.” The woman opened her eyes wide with alarm. “He’s hungry for power. That’s what gets him off, eh? It’s not pleasure, for him. He takes the sex you don’t want to give because it makes you weak and vulnerable.”
Artemis stared at the woman in disbelief. She wasn’t sure whether to feel dirty and ashamed that some stranger knew what she’d been through, or relieved that someone might finally be able to help.
In a voice so small she could barely hear herself speak, Artemis asked, “Who is this guy? Is he a ghost or what?”
“Ghost?” The woman laughed. “You should be so lucky. This guy… he’s a demon. No, that’s not the right word. An incubus would be the closest thing, but more powerful.”
“More violent,” Artemis added, though she knew nothing about incubi, other than what she’d experienced. Maybe they were all violent. She really had no idea. She laughed.
“This is no laughing matter,” the older woman warned.
“I’m sorry. Really. I know it’s not.” Artemis felt more than a little hysterical. Maybe the sun was getting to her. “Just, you know, if I heard this conversation a year ago, I’d think I’d gone crazy. I’d think you were crazy, too. Sorry, I don’t know your name.”
“Nora.” The woman took her hand and squeezed. “And I hope you know you’re not crazy.”
Artemis nodded. “This incubus or demon, whatever it is… it’s real?”
“It’s real, and it’s dangerous,” Nora said, as a new crop of bikers roared down the main street. “Listen, girlie, you need help.”
“Will you help me?” Artemis shouted over the ruckus.
“I’m only a sensitive. What you need is a priest! And even that might not work. This guy you got is waaay powerful. I can feel him on you when he’s nowhere around. That’s saying something.”
Artemis felt trapped inside the crowd of bikers. “I gotta tell you something,” she said to Nora, leaning close. “My plan was to leave Budd today. Not him so much as the house. His son convinced me to come to the rally, but… I don’t know. What should I do? I can’t stay there and I can’t tell Budd.”
“Why not?” she asked.
“He’ll blame himself.” Artemis swallowed back a sudden onslaught of tears. She really hated crying in public. “I don’t want him thinking it was his fault. How could he have known?”
Artemis let out a wry laugh. “That’s an understatement.”
Could Nora see all the wicked things the demon had done to her? Suddenly, Artemis felt naked before the sensitive. When she spotted Budd across the field of leather-clad bikers, her heart hurt so badly she couldn’t stand it. No matter how much she’d grown to love him, and to adore his son, she couldn’t stay in that house. She was bound to hurt the boys. Better to get it over with. Fast, like a bandage.
Gathering up her gear, she said to Nora, “I’m sorry, I have to go. Thanks for making my mind up for me.”
The woman looked terribly concerned. “Where are you going?”
“Home to pack my shit. After that, who knows? Maybe drop in on my sister, maybe live in my car. Anything’s better than living with a demon.”
As Artemis struggled to take down her foldaway easel, Nora placed a warm hand at the small of her back. “You need to tell him, girlie. Tell him you’re going. Maybe he can fix things.”
Shoving her unpainted canvases into a bag, Artemis felt the stream of fear she’d experienced that night the demon possessed her boyfriend. “Budd can’t fix this. Nobody can.”
“He’ll worry about you… what’s your name?”
“Artemis.” She hauled one bag over her shoulder and picked up her easel by the handle.
“He’ll worry about you, Artemis.” Nora pawed at her arm, following her into the thicket of bikers. “Tell him you’re going.”
“I can’t.” Artemis shook her head, fighting tears as she lost herself in the strong scent of leather and kicked-up dirt. Even when she’d escaped Nora the sensitive, she just kept saying, “I can’t… I can’t…”
Chapter Seven
All Artemis could hear as she entered Budd’s sweltering house was the sound of her poor heart hammering her ribs. God, why was it so hot in here? Why was it always so hot… except when it was unliveably cold?
Artemis kicked off her shoes and sped toward the stairs. The moment her bare foot met that hard wood, she felt a strange sensation, like someone was watching her. She froze right there on the staircase.
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