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Subject: {ASSM} Incubus by Day (Fdom, n/c, rough, anal, oral, beast, fantasy)
Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2003 09:10:02 -0500
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Incubus by Day
by DiscipleN
Copyright (c) 2003, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.


It came to pass that a mortal woman was possessed by a spirit in the
night, and thereby it was trapped. I had to plan it all so carefully.

On the first night I did not know my dreams had beheld a reality
beyond dreams. I awoke to find my pussy sore, and I feared I had
contracted a disease. My most recent lover of that time had been taken
in lapse of reason and lack of condom. Yet the soreness between my
legs did not burn, and it did not bleed, and it did not discolor. It
felt exactly as if I had been fucked by a man with an enormous
hard-on, in which my dream had proposed. A stallion, no, a centaur had
held me down in a glittering field of tawny grass and had entered me
from behind in a drawn out rape of days, slow, digging, painful
pressure. It's cock pushed me to madness and beyond, drawing orgasms
and ruptured organs, driving mind out of body. My ethereal hands
enveloped the demon's head and kissed it.

On the first day, I did not believe it. I dressed in my coarse, brown
business wear, and I launched my racing cycle across the Brooklyn
Bridge, and I chained by bike in front of my Madison Ave. Limited
Liability. I worked my pains out on the managers and directors who
depended upon my signature for their groceries, some of whom would
have gratefully starved if only I might let them touch me behind my
coarse, brown apparel. It was a good day.

On the second night I dreamed of centaur cock stuffing into my ass,
pressing against my beating heart, and my ethereal arms pounded the
soft earth in pain. I would not climax that night, but I had learned
the taste of semen shot through my bowels, beyond my intestines, up
out of my throat. It was a demon's nectar that warmed greater than any
opiate. I awoke knowing I would need more.

My personal life was much like my business life. I called the shots. I
took the risks. I ate crow sometimes, but more often I reaped the
rewards and danced at my rivals' liquidation sales. To lustful
spirits, I was a treasure greater than my dragon's horde of
capitalism. I did not know my spiritual value on the second day, but I
had already decided my response.

Instead of disbelieving the incredible, the fantastic, the dreams that
left my body aching, I acted as I would have in business. I covered my
ass from all potential threats. I did not believe in the supernatural.
I would not have cared if ghosts or demons haunted me, or a clever
rapist had found a way to drug me. Every violation required an
appropriate response. Personally, I preferred to act beyond
appropriate.

I did not know the tools or trade of the demonologist, but I knew the
way of the spy. I had to find the secret entrance that would reveal
the path to my tormentor's weakness.

On the third night, I said, "Kiss me."

The eager man body, attached to aroused horseflesh, stuffed his thick
tendril into my mouth. I choked and I gagged. I awoke vomiting. In my
dream, I had passed his flood of cum out my ass. Yet in its passing
the liquid satisfied a ravenous craving in my soul, which it had
addicted on the previous night.

My belly empty, and my mouth sour, I washed but could not eat. I
arrived at work a calm leader with a grudge. I did not take grudges
out upon hearts who did not deserve them.  I worked efficiently,
commanded absolutely, rewarded bravery, and rode down dead weight.

On the fourth night, I offered my breasts. His hooves fell loud, at a
gallop, to my naked form. I lay upon dry grass and supple soil,
awaiting him. This time he reached to touch my cheek, but he smote it
with glee, and my head flew to one side soaked with pain. I raised my
chest high and heard him laugh. I did not turn my bruised face to meet
his. I felt his hands take me, scratching my tits and tearing at my
nipples. Then his hooves fell upon me, driving me earth-wards. I
sobbed with hurt and threw my legs wide. He raped me harshly. His
horse tool tore in to my belly. Blood was wont his lubrication.

Yet between my endless shrieks I met his lust and found release. His
cock did not finish inside me. It leapt out at the moment of its
bursting and drenched my body in hot issue. I drew all that I could to
my mouth and consumed it.

"Thank you." I heaved with passion. He only laughed, reared to a great
height above me and shat at my feet. His hooves then leaped over the
length of my body, and I awoke. A sting lingered in my cheek, and my
nipples were red and my breasts were sore. I could not feel my cunt.
It was numb.

I hardly remember the fourth day. It may have been the weekend. I
idled in my home, furious that I could act no swifter in dream. I
bathed for hours in steaming waters, scented, soothing. I planned and
I plotted, but night took long in returning.

The fifth night. He rode across the sun drenched meadow, leaping like
a puppy, glaring like death. Rampant need pursued him. I stood this
time, above the grasses that scraped my calves. I knelt at his
approach and thrust my hands behind me. I looked down. He grabbed my
hair and lifted me. I choked down the pain in my scalp and cast my
eyes low. He raised me to his face. He licked my neck.

His grunt sounded like a word, "ggd". With his free hand, he gripped
my groin, thumb entering cunt, middle finger in my farther hole. His
palm cupped my sex, adding support to my weight. I winced and I begged
him, "Please, hurt me."

He threw me from him. I landed awkwardly, tearing sinew. I screamed
and he mounted me. His length and girth skewered my ass and he pounded
the earth with all four hooves as his rape commenced. He lingered over
my pain, eyes burning with triumph. Cock like snake writhed among my
pain, brushing damaged tissue. It drew an orgasm that coalesced inward
from my bruised skin and outward from my abused sphincters. I did not
expect it. I reveled short, until his semen filled me. It was the
taste I could not live without.

By its cord, I pulled the phone off of the night stand. I called for
help, and the ambulance took me to healers. They disbelieved my
injuries had occurred from falling off my bed. The police interviewed
me, just in case I was protecting a foul player. I scorned them and
threatened them vaguely. They didn't press the issue. I was released
that afternoon, which I used to prepare.

My body needed time to heal, yet the sores and wounds and fractures
followed me into the sixth's night dream. I lay broken upon the
withered grasses. My merciless demon pranced about, laughing at his
victory, ready to take more from this helpless wretch.

The pain was unbearable, the pleasure hard to find, but he lured me
with the promise of mutual rapture and more of his soothing cum. As
always, he took me in no rush. His massive member pierced me in
different places, reopening old wounds, tearing fresh ones. I was
dying, but I felt his heat rushing inside me, and the little blood
that still flowed within quickened as my nerves sought escape in the
vicious torture which drove me to climax.

"By what name shall I thank thee in hell?" I begged in ecstasy. Demon
semen exploded upon my failing flesh, and I heard, behind its rush,
him say it.

"Netkorrek"

As my consciousness fled, I repeated it in my head, committing it to
my afterlife.

This time the police refused to release me from the hospital until I
gave them a description of my assailant. They had tested every fluid
in my body and every hair in my penthouse carpet but had discovered
nothing, except my doctor's note.

On the previous afternoon, I had purchased a heart monitor and had it
connected to my house alarm. When I died upon my bed, the response
team was able to stabilize my final throes and revive me. The doctor's
note, by way of an exorbitant bribe, specified a limited number of
drugs that might be used in case of further trauma. The thing those
drugs had in common was, they suppressed dreams.

I spent weeks recuperating. I did not dream, but I grew strong again,
healthy. Also, during this critical time, the drugs helped ease a
particular craving I'd developed. Eventually, I would be victorious.

My entire business celebrated my return. It was a party I could not
yet appreciate. A few of my employees wished I had died and were
buried deep. Most of the hell wishers were men and women I kept
closest to me. I played upon their envy and rivalries by running them
in circles, chasing the next one's tail. Above their petty politics, I
could wield their malice. They were my whips upon my company's
workers, and they took the worker's blame. To those beneath my whips,
I played the merciful judge and benevolent dictator.

One bull of a whip, Steve Ratchet, snapped loudest to unseat and
replace me. He was also the most polished and refined bull on my
staff. Women were always falling before him. None of that had mattered
to me when I hired him, but now it would be  nice touch. I summoned
him into my office and offered him a cigar.

"Steve, how long have you worked for me?"

"The better of eight years, Chairwoman." He addressed me in the manner
I required of my lessers.

"Sit down and enjoy your smoke. What I'm about to discuss is not
directly related to business, but it will be important to your
future."

Steve's eyebrows raised at my comment.

I want you to be comfortable. Close your eyes and relax. I'm going to
pose a series of words, something like a free association test. Don't
think about the words, just say the first thing that comes to your
mind.

"Okay, my time's on your meter. Could be fun." Steve eased back and
chewed every puff of smoke.

"Net"

"Profit" No surprise there.

"Jack"

"Mallory" One of the board of directors who played tennis with him.

"Carrot"

"Beans" Whatever.

"Ten"

"Commandments" That surprised me.

"Netkorrek."

"What?"

"Just respond."

"What the hell does that mean!"

"That's not important. Just say what comes to mind."

"Fine, give me a second..." He took a breath an exhaled. He leaned
back in the plush, leather office chair and closed his eyes again.
"Right, now what was it?"

"Netkorrek."

"Stock Market" Right on my money.

"Netkorrek."

"Labor Union" Interesting.

"Netkorrek."

"Prostitution." Very interesting.

"Kerrokten"

Steve didn't answer.

"Kerrokten"

His body tensed, but he remained silent.

"Kerrokten"

The tension in his body snapped tight. Every muscle strained beneath
his flesh, locking his body to the chair.

"Who hath called me here!" A familiar voice issued out of Steve's half
open, frozen jaw.

"Does it matter?" I laughed. "You are the prey this time." If there
was one recurring legend about demons, the power of their true names
must be considered most valid. Yet demon's would never give their name
willingly, but they might pose it as a puzzle. This incubus had proved
he was all cock and no imagination. I took a chance in my guess. I
wasn't sure about the pronunciation, but in a dream things are often
presented backwards.

"The woman of the dry glade? How couldst this be? I killed thee!"

"You did, but perhaps hell should keep a closer eye on advances in
medical care. Death grows old these days."

"What sayest thou? I killed thee!"

"Let's not get stuck on a moot point. I've got a limited break today.
I have to get this clod back to work soon." I stood up from behind my
desk and walked purposefully to the well dressed cut of Steve
Ratchet's, possessed body.

"Fie on thee, woman. You shall pay for this transgression." The
somewhat disembodied voice threatened.

"I doubt that, Kerrokten." My dull, disinterested voice replied. I
stepped over Steve's frozen legs and sat upon his knees. His gray,
pinstriped trousers unclasped easily, and his zipper offered less
resistance. I reached into Steve's white briefs and pulled out his
flaccid girth. It twitched at my touch. "There's something I'll want a
regular supply of. So I plan to keep my supplier readily available."

"Hah!" The demon spake loudly. "Thou amateur bindings and rites shall
not last. Best you release me now, before my wrath grows greater."

"You've already killed me, oh mighty incubus. I've survived your
favorite tortures. At this point, I'm more afraid of the IRS." I ate
up Steve's cock and began to suck it. I did not doubt it would firm up
in my mouth.

"Thou mustn't..."

The prick grew large and filled my throat, but I had dreamed of
swallowing horse cock. My gag reflex laughed at the good sized but man
sized intrusion. I did not wait for Kerrokten to speak that which I
mustn't. I reached up my dress skirt and into my underwear. The
situation was just heating up.

"I am thy master. I claimed thy lusts." It cursed. "The purpose of my
seed is to despoil. It is not to be milked like a cow."

I tittered in the back of my throat. I think it assisted my purpose.
Steve's body trembled in response.

"NOOOO, OOOOHHHH!!!" It groaned. "My release is mine to control. Thy
releases are also mine, to be played with like toys."

Into details, I immersed myself. Where my teeth scraped the length of
Steve's warm shaft, my lips soothed their passing. My tongue danced
under the tip of his cock, probing playfully into his hole. The
reverent head, soft as gel, trembled against the ridges on the roof of
my mouth. Breath held him and expelled him as my oral fingertips
played music from his instrument. Quickly, the demon sang a new tune.

"How canst thou do this? Not even in dreams have I tasted such
pleasure. Thy mouth is heaven!" Steve's body began to pulse in long,
slow waves. His cock thrust itself into me, and I fingered my cunt and
clit with all the confidence and desire the demon had lost. He was my
whore now, and like everything else I had succeeded in obtaining, he
would never escape me.

"May hell devour me again among worthless souls. This day I am free of
its shackles!" Kerrokten howled out of Steve's unmoving mouth. His
cock burst forth with thick gouts of cum, and yes, it was... it was
the demon's nectar I tasted! My will might have collapsed under the
cravings I had been suppressing, but instead my mind exploded with
light and beauty. It flew to the sky and whirled in ecstasy! My
fingers drew orgasm after orgasm from my sex, and I sucked every drop
of demon sperm into my soul. It satisfied all creation.

In the weeks thereafter, I summoned Kerrokten to the bodies of the
handsome and proud men in my employ. The demon learned to anticipate
my choices, and eventually I used his name only to punish, when his
pride dared to resurface. The men never remembered their afternoon
stints in my office, yet over time I gained a strong impression that
their infighting and cravings for power had lessened and their
cooperation increased, much to my company's profit. My riches expanded
unto meaninglessness, but my lusts grew beyond daylight. I wanted for
nothing, save to sleep.

In the night, I dreamed new dreams. Expending Kerrokten's lust by day
left him powerless at night. Sleeping, I visited strangers, powerful
men and women who languished for a demoness' presence to guide and
correct them. They often dreamed of me as siren, angle, devil,
figments of clever imaginations, yet they could speak no name to me.

I promised myself, I would never reveal it.


THE END

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