The Ravaging

This piece was written for the "The Weekly Quickie Contest"  [18+] The prompt for round 46-47 (October 18 - November 1): Double the Prizes, Double the Word Limit, Double the time to write. In honor of Halloween you have two weeks, until November 1st to combine erotica with horror. Give me an erection as I tremble in fear and win. I want to read a story that tells me how Evil Fucks.

The Ravaging
by Charlie Maddox

Jennifer shifted in her seat, her discomfort apparent. "Seriously Doc, I think I'm losing my mind. These voices--they're getting more persistent, more ... demanding, somehow."

Doctor McCleary looked up from his notepad to meet her eyes. She really is quite stunning, he thought. Those long legs and firm breasts. I would love to watch her face as she fucked me. "What do these voices say? Are they telling you to do things? Bad things?"

Jennifer shook her head and blushed. "No, they ... they whisper to me. Disgusting, sexual things. Things I should find revolting, but...."

"But what?"

"I like them. They turn me on."

"Can you give me an example?"

Jennifer fidgeted nervously in her seat. "Things like 'I want to taste you' and 'Touch yourself' and 'Don't resist me.'"

"And what do you do when you hear these things?" Dr. McCleary asked, spreading his legs under his desk to make room for his growing erection.

She blushed again, diverting her gaze to mindlessly stare at the falling autumn leaves outside Dr. McCleary's office window. "I obey them," she whispered.

"You obey them?"

"Yes, I obey them. They sound like requests, but they're really demands."

Dr. McCleary's watch started to chirp, signifying time was up. "Jennifer, I'm going to increase your Haldol," he said, tearing a slip of paper from his pad. "I want to see you back here in three days, on Thursday. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

"Good, and if things progress--get worse--I want you to call me immediately. I've written my cell number on your script."

# # #

The flames crackled and popped in the fireplace, the light shading Jennifer's face a soft amber. Her leopard-print boy short panties clung tightly to her voluptuous curves, half her cheeks peeking out the bottom of each leg. The fire hadn't yet warmed the room; her nipples stood erect against the ribbed design of her black tank top.

After downing the rest of her wine she sprawled out on the sofa, pulled the afghan draped across its back over herself, and fell asleep before it settled around her.

"Jennifer," a sing-song voice whispered.

The flames danced as the temperature dropped. Jennifer stirred on the sofa, tucking the afghan snugly under her chin.

"Jennifer!" louder this time, more insistent.

One finger hooked itself under the top of the afghan and pulled it down slowly, exposing Jennifer's neck, breasts, stomach and panties. Too much wine and not enough sleep kept her in a deep slumber, a single snore escaping her lips.

"Spread your legs."

Jennifer did as she was told.

A hand caressed its way across her belly, over her pubic mound, and down between her legs, pushing the material of her panties up against her skin. Jennifer moaned softly, thrusting her hips to meet its touch. The black tank top scooted up to reveal her belly button, and her breathing quickened when it continued upward, uncovering her heaving breasts. A cold tongue flicked one brown nipple, making it stand up firmly under its icy touch before sucking it hard into its mouth. Jennifer gasped, finally breaking through her drunken haze.

"Keep your eyes closed," the voice said. "Do not look at me!"

Something was being tied around her eyes. She was pulled to her feet and marched around the end of the couch. There was firm pressure on the back of her head until she was bent ass up over its arm, her head in the cushions. Jennifer moaned as her panties were yanked off and her legs spread wide. Her breath hitched in her throat and she shuddered when she felt a finger slowly trace its way up her crack, then back down to her lips, dipping between them and coming out wet.

"You say stop, but your body says go." 

Jennifer buried her face in the sofa cushions and cried out as something inhumanly cold and far too large filled her. She feared she would rip in two.  Slowly at first, then faster, harder, he would withdraw almost all the way then ram himself inside her with such force the sound of their bodies slamming together filled the room. She raised her ass even higher in the air to meet his thrusts, thrusting back with wild abandon as all her lusts and dark desires took over.

His hands dug into her hips, his grunting animalistic and obscene. She’d never had a lover this passionate, and she reciprocated in spite of herself. Her belly felt light and fluttery, her clit swollen and ultra-sensitive, and every inch of her skin tingled as her orgasm washed over her. She collapsed onto the sofa, and with one final thrust he came inside her, his semen warm, spilling out of her.

He withdrew himself from her quivering sheath. Jennifer removed her blindfold and spun around, but he was already gone, leaving behind little proof he’d ever been there other than his sticky seed trickling down her legs.

# # #

Dr. McCleary stared at her, not speaking. He knew something had happened, but he wanted to hear it in her own words, in her own time.

“We had sex,” Jennifer finally said. “It was … it was unbelievable.” A smile spread across her face as she continued. “I’ve never been fucked like that before, Doctor. His cock was cold, but his hands were warm on my skin. He was huge … but I couldn’t get enough of him. I took in every inch and still wanted more.”

“You and this … entity? The source of the voices? You had sex? Don’t you mean you were raped?”

“No, I wasn’t raped. I wanted it. I wanted him. I would have let him do anything to me he wanted. Anything!”

Dr. McCleary reached under his desk and freed his engorged cock from its restraints, stroking it slowly. There was something about this woman … something about her that drove him mad. He had to have her.

“Anything?” he asked.

Jennifer leaned back in her chair and spread her legs wide, revealing a neatly-coiffed pussy beneath her short black skirt. “Anything.”

With his right arm Dr. McCleary swiped everything from his desk onto the floor. “Lie down here and pull your skirt up,” he said.

Jennifer did as she was told.

“Bend your knees and spread your legs.”

Again, Jennifer acquiesced.

“Touch yourself. I want to see you cum.”

Jennifer ran her fingertips up her thighs and through the soft tuft of hair that surrounded her pussy. She dipped one finger into her glistening slit and smoothed her essence across Dr. McCleary’s lips.

Unable to refrain any longer, Dr. McCleary stood and climbed onto the table. He lifted Jennifer’s feet to his shoulders, her pink womanhood clearly visible. Back and forth he rubbed himself in her juices--his enormous cock teasing her entry with its tip.

“Anything?” he asked again.

”Anything.”

With both hands he raised her ass off the desk and poised himself to enter her most private hole. He pulled her toward him, slowly entering her. The pressure was exquisite, and he savored every second until she was impaled on his throbbing cock.

Jennifer bit her lip and cried out in pain, but after the initial shock and discomfort she relaxed and closed her eyes. She unbuttoned her shirt, her bra, and her large breasts fell free, bouncing seductively with every thrust. She raised herself up further, screaming in ecstasy as she came, her legs falling to the sides so Dr. McCleary could see himself sliding in and out of her luscious ass. With one violent thrust he exploded inside her, pulling her deeper onto his rod. Shuddering, unable to move, he clenched his teeth as waves of ecstasy washed over him until he collapsed, spent, on top of her.

She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him softly. “Next time can I be a desperate housewife and you a cable repairman? I would love for you to hook me up,” she giggled. “And for the record, this evil entity and crazy girl game was fun, but icing your cock before fucking me maybe wasn’t one of our greatest ideas … although I’m sure my pussy felt pretty good after you did it. Nice and warm.”

Dr. McCleary chuckled and held her tight. “Baby, your pussy always feels good. And we can do anything you want next time. Maybe I’ll even go rent a cable repairman uniform … make it more realistic for you. Hook you up in HD.”

“And thanks for the Haldol prescription, love. That might come in handy one of these days. Maybe we can play junkie/drug dealer next time instead?”


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