waiting for that warm welcome. Now he began to move again, the back of her head tapped gently on the panels of the wall as he caught a rhythm that pleased him. She heard the banging rhythm of the firemen above, trying to break into the shaft and open the trapped car. The demon pressed harder, not trying to pleasure her this time, but only himself.
Her breasts bobbed from the force of his thrusts, but by the time she had begun to feel the creeping tingles that heralded a blossoming orgasm, he had finished. His hot spurts burned her inside as they always did and his groan and his grimace were on another man’s face this time. Michael Brand. From Legal.
The semen dripped down the insides of her thighs as he withdrew a normal man-sized penis, now flaccid and glistening. The yellow eyes faded and were replaced by puzzled brown ones.
Michael Brand frowned as he recognized her, his eyes widened as he looked down at the limp penis in his hand and at her torn clothing at her feet. He looked at her and she saw panic in the brown eyes. “Victoria? From Accounting?”
A fireman’s ax crashed through the overhead panel and it was peeled back to reveal the startled faces of three members of Fraternal Order Number 586.
Victoria heard her voice that did not come from her throat scream, “Rape!”
Chapter Three
There had been a security camera in the elevator. Victoria had not had to testify. The camera showed the back of Michael Brand’s head, it showed her clothes falling to the floor and most importantly, her upraised shoe in a defensive position.. It showed every one of the violent thrusts of his hips, and at the hospital, the nurses had been sympathetic when they examined her. The demon’s huge cock had made it clear that those thrusts had shoved something hard inside her.
She sat at home now, weeks later, in her bathrobe, cradling a hot cup of tea and watching the local news. Crying.
The anchor who announced that convicted rapist Michael Brand had hung himself in his cell before he could be transported to prison. The news reported said that he had used his shoelaces tied together, but Victoria knew he always wore loafers. She glanced up at her ceiling, knowing the demon had arranged this. There was to be a settlement. She would not be going to work in the morning, or ever again.
She brought the teacup to her lips, but her hands shook so much the tea merely sloshed over the rim and into her lap rather than into her mouth. She set it down.
“How could you do this to someone?” she asked the window, then at the ceiling. “How could you ruin and kill someone so harmless? He had a wife and three kids not even in school yet.”
“You forget I am a demon.”
She jumped, glad she had set the tea down. He was right. She had forgotten. Always she had assumed he was a figment of her imagination, a mental plaything that made the monotony of her days a little more exciting. A lot more exciting.
The lovemaking had seemed very real every time, but so do dreams. Her orgasms had been intense, and the aftermath always left her weak and trembling and sometimes sore. She had often marveled at how real the encounters seemed. Part of her refused to believe that sexual contact with demons from hell could be real. The sane part of her.
The other parts were satisfied.
She looked for the source of his voice. He could be anywhere, look like anything. There was a soft glow in the corner near the fireplace. She focused on that.
“I thought you always came here to pleasure yourself. And me.”
The glow swirled into a shape. He appeared as the man he had been the other night. The night of the freak storm over her roof. She sat up straighter and pulled the edges of her bathrobe together at her neck. He was naked but for a loincloth tied diagonally across his hips. She took in the well-muscled torso and long thighs before glancing at the strange scar across his throat.
She swallowed. “You look like a man now, not a demon.”
In answer he intensified the bright yellow glow of his eyes, and blinked so the vertical slits of his pupils dilated then thinned. The eyes were not human.
“What…what do you want?” She glanced at the television which droned on now about the local high school. He raised an