Enchanted Dreams Part 12

"Yes," she began. "But you promised."

"Jimmy won't break his promise," he a.s.sured her. Up and down he moved along the walls of her esophagus as she dutifully kept lapping at his b.a.l.l.s, impatient for him to decide it was her turn. It was difficult to keep her mouth wide open while he a.s.saulted the deepest recesses of her throat, but the need in her wouldn't let her quit. The thought of his rigid thickness buried between her legs kept her going. She imagined the tip of him pressing against her womb, finding places in her that had never been discovered before and arousing that secret, mysterious thing that would lead her to higher and higher states of ecstasy. That thing, having been awakened, now cried out with a ravenous hunger that, if left unsatisfied, would surely be avenged. She simply had to feed it, and Jimmy was the only one who could help her do that. She needed him to quiet the thing again. Like an itch that simply cannot be reached at the surface, her need was buried deep beyond the realm of her own abilities.

Seemingly unaware of her plight, Jimmy kept driving himself deeper into Sara's throat, savoring every moment with relish. "Ahhhh," he moaned contentedly. "You're giving me incredible pleasure, Sara." He seemed to be mocking her, but then he added, "It won't go unrewarded." These words from him brought about another surge of uproarious need within her, beginning in her womb and radiating outward until it penetrated every part of her, even her mouth, which seemed to open even wider for him all at once. Her hips absently rocked back and forth, her little nether lips grasped at the air in desperation.

"Please, Jimmy," she thought, lapping more eagerly at his b.a.l.l.s. "Please, remember your promise."

"Jimmy'll take care of you," he promised again. "After you take care of Jimmy."

Sara had long since lost the urge to gag and was, at last, getting used to the feeling of having her throat so thoroughly filled. It was still terribly intrusive and a bit discomfiting, but those sensations only increased her arousal and compounded her need. But there was not much more that she could do to enhance the experience for him. To simply keep her head arched and still, and her mouth held wide open for him, was all that was required. She had taken it a step further by using her tongue, to show him just how anxious she was to please him, and she could tell that he had been pleased. Her hands, though, had simply been lying on either side of her on the bed. She suddenly realized that she could use them to please him as well. She tentatively brought them up, feeling for him-for there was no visible evidence that anyone was there-and moving them up along his thighs and resting them on his b.u.t.tocks.

Sara moved her hands over the firm, twin globes, experimentally sliding her fingers down in between his crack. He groaned loudly, and his thrusts into her throat came harder and faster. It was almost more than she could bear, and she gasped for air through her nose as she struggled to endure it. Meanwhile, to rouse him even more, she moved her finger down along the crease until it settled on his tightly puckered hole. She pressed her finger against the opening, gently at first, but as he grew even more excited she gradually applied more pressure.

"Oh, you are a dirty little girl, aren't you?" he moaned, clutching her head in his hands now as he literally ground himself into her wide-open throat. She wondered how much longer he could last as she kept pressing her finger against the entrance of his a.n.u.s. She seemed to recall wis.h.i.+ng for a lover who could go on forever. She silently prayed that wish wouldn't come true. Her jaw ached, her throat felt bruised, and her chin burned where his b.a.l.l.s were battering her face. At last her finger breached the opening of his a.n.u.s, and she pressed it deep inside. "Oh, you're a dirty girl!" he cried out again. He threw himself deep into her throat one last time and she thought she could feel his come slide the rest of the way down her throat. He remained inside her for much longer than was necessary, she felt, and his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es twitched restlessly on her chin. She waited for him to recover with something akin to hysteria growing inside her. Her efforts on his behalf had partially distracted her from her own voracious need, but now her body was gripped in a frenzy of l.u.s.t. With her own desire back in the forefront of her mind, the emptiness and yearning she suddenly felt struck her like a blow. She hated him in that instant, for moving in such a leisurely manner, taking his sweet time, knowing all the while how desperately she craved him because it was he who put the craving there to begin with!

She heard his chuckle and her resentment grew, even as his amus.e.m.e.nt further inflamed her desire. She trembled and ached everywhere, and every part of her was alive with wanting. As he pulled himself out of her throat, she reached to grasp hold of it, feeling the emptiness already. And she was overjoyed to find him as hard as if he had never e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed.

"Okay, now it's your turn," he told her. "Grab the headboard." She had no difficulty moving suddenly and scrambled to do as he instructed. She rolled onto her knees, spreading her legs far apart for him and grasped hold of the headboard as he had instructed. The cool air caused goose b.u.mps to p.r.i.c.kle and rise on the soaking flesh between her thighs. She was shaking uncontrollably, but she was sighing and moaning already in antic.i.p.ation of what was to come.

She felt him moving slowly up and then down her saturated slit. She pushed her hips back in an effort to hurry him, but Jimmy firmly held the reins on the situation by grasping her hips. Holding her still, he moved himself unhurriedly up and down along her little lips, which by now had parted for him in a silent appeal. But still he lingered outside, only just wetting himself at her entrance.

"I need it," she reminded him. "I need it now!"

He responded by moving away from her lips, sliding upward and coming to rest against her a.n.u.s. He gently pressed against her tightly puckered hole.

"No!" she cried aloud. "You promised...please! Please," she repeated again, out loud this time, speaking calmly but with desperation in her voice. "Please, Jimmy, please f.u.c.k my p.u.s.s.y."

"And you'll let me have this next time?" he asked.

"Yes!" she agreed. "Yes, anything, just...please!"

Relief washed over her as she felt him sliding back down to where she needed him. She arched her back as he pressed into her, moaning loudly in ecstasy. With every inch that penetrated her, the terrible craving was diminished a little bit more while the pleasure was significantly enhanced. "G.o.d, yes!" she cried mindlessly. "Yes, Jimmy, yes!" And he just kept filling her, inch by inch, until it almost became too much for her and at last she felt that she might be satisfied.

With Jimmy inside her, pleasing her, the agonizing need was being quenched, leaving only the pleasurable part of desire to keep building and building. He was filling her so absolutely, stuffing her, stretching her until she thought she might burst, so there was, for the moment, little more that could be yearned for. She could hardly move, she was so full; all she could do was clutch the headboard for support while holding her body bent and spread open for him to do as he would. With every thrust from him, she felt her desire rise up higher and higher and higher, reaching impossible heights, taking her body over and leaving what remained a ma.s.s of trembling pleasure. When at last it reached its ma.s.sive crescendo, she braced herself as it exploded within her, spreading little molecules of pleasure everywhere.

Immediately afterward, she was alone. Although she was shaken and confused by the experience, she suddenly felt better, overall. There was none of the horrible emptiness and craving that she had felt upon waking. She took in her surroundings and saw that it was two in the afternoon. She had not even bothered to call in at work!

Sara didn't encounter Jimmy again for the remainder of that day. This gave her a kind of reprieve, which she spent trying to think of ways to control the hunger if it rose up in her again and, alternately, denying that there was anything that needed to be controlled to begin with.

Her reprieve was short-lived, and by the end of the day she felt herself becoming depressed. The horrible, aching emptiness was returning. Ray was watching television.

There was suddenly the sound of laughter inside her head. "Maybe you can get him to join us."

At the sound of Jimmy's voice, Sara was once again thrown into the full spectrum of withdrawal symptoms-from the mental depression that filled her with dark, never-ending bleakness, to the physical symptoms that left her shaking and craving and weakened. She almost fell down where she stood.

"In the garage," she heard him say.

It took all the energy she could muster just to get there.

"Please," she began, struggling to remove her pants.

"I'll give you your fix," he promised. "All in good time." He was quiet for a moment, apparently considering his next move. "Over there," he said at last. "Ray's old motorcycle." He said this as if he were familiar with it.

Sara approached the bike, looking it over in confusion.

"Hop on."

Sara sat on the bike. She felt a thrill from the cold leather on her bare bottom. "Take off your top, too, Sara," she heard Jimmy say.

"But Ray..."

"As long as you keep quiet, Ray will never look for you out here."

She took off her top. New thrills and sensations were building up within her. But she could hardly enjoy them with the violent craving that remained in the forefront. With horror, she realized that the need would take all her choices away in its quest to be satisfied.

Jimmy sat on the bike behind her. "Scoot up a little," he said. "That's right. Rest your feet on the running boards. And keep your hands on the handlebars. You're going for a little ride." She felt his ma.s.sive hardness digging into her back. "Ahhh," he groaned in satisfaction. "Back in the saddle again!"

Jimmy grabbed hold of Sara's hips, lifting her slightly. She straightened her legs a bit, leaning on the running boards, to a.s.sist him. He reached up between her legs and played with her with his fingers. "Nice and wet," he remarked, pleased. She moaned. Soon he would be inside her and then everything would be all right again.

Jimmy wrapped an arm around Sara's waist, slowly pulling her back down toward the sitting position. She knew that he was bringing her down over him so that he could take her, right there, on Ray's motorcycle. She clutched the handlebars and closed her eyes, bathed in longing and antic.i.p.ation. Soon the ache would be eased and the pleasure would begin.

But Jimmy only dipped in and out of her a few times to collect some of the wetness before maneuvering Sara so that it was her a.n.u.s that was being broached as he pulled her hips down farther.

"No!" she cried. "Please, Jimmy, not that."

"But you promised," he said, pretending to be hurt.

"I need you the other way," she pleaded.

"But I need this," he countered. "And if you won't give me what I need, why should I give you what you need?" And as he spoke he kept jabbing at the puckered little hole.

"I already did something for you this morning," she nearly whined. "Is it going to be something difficult every time?"

"You'll learn to love all of these things over time, Sara," he said, causing a thrill and a horror to shoot through her simultaneously. More than anything, she was afraid of how she would be able to wait for her own pleasure. The incredible yearning left her feeling desolate.

"Please hurry, then," she conceded.

"You don't want me to hurry too much, though, do you, Sara?" Jimmy teased. "You might have been able to resist me if old Ray wasn't always in such a hurry." He settled both his hands on either side of her waist, just above where her hips curved outward.

"How many things like this are you going to make me do?"

"I won't make you do anything," he said. "I promise." And he kept pulling her hips down gently, and she could feel him beginning to breach her tight outer ring. But he was so large that her body kept resisting him, virtually bouncing him out before he got in. "Open," he demanded.

"It's too big," she complained.

"Arch your back as much as you can," he told her. "It will help me force you open."

She immediately did as he asked. Every second without him inside her seemed like an eternity. They struggled together, him pulling down on her hips and her pressing her hips out, until finally, with a triumphant groan, he penetrated the ring that barred the entrance and inched himself inside. Sara cried out loudly in discomfort.

"Shhh," he warned her. "You don't want Ray coming out here, do you?"

But the discomfort, for all its intrusiveness, literally wedging her open and filling her to the breaking point, actually eased the aching emptiness that had been causing the feeling of desolation. It seemed to somehow halt, or slow, the torturous anguish by diminis.h.i.+ng the painful craving so that the discomfort of him taking her this way was preferable to the alternative. But he was not even half inside her yet and she felt that she would most certainly be rent in two. She clung to the handlebars and found herself instinctually straightening her legs here and again to raise herself up and escape him. But Jimmy had her in a secure grasp, with one hand on either side of her waist, buried in the soft tissue just above the hipbone. When she tried to escape, he yanked her back down even farther. She struggled not to cry out, as she was forced to take every bit of him deep inside her a.n.a.l cavity.

"Up and down," Jimmy encouraged. "Go on, take us for a ride, mamma."

Grasping the handlebars more tightly, Sara tried to gain enough leverage to move up and down on Jimmy. Her foot suddenly slipped from the foot peg and she fell, crying out again as she fell down, hard, on Jimmy's lap. But realizing that she had to get through this or suffer the consequences, she shook off her discomfort and tried it again, this time with more success. If she was careful and watched what she was doing, she could determine how far down her hips would go and avoid the discomfort of taking him all the way in. He kept a firm grip on her waist, so she was aware that he could jerk her hips down whenever he wanted to. But for the time being, he seemed content to let her steer the ride.

Sara carefully began to ride him, using her legs mostly, but her arms, too, to piston her bottom up and down over his thick, rigid shaft. The discomfort of it never let up, but it was just bearable if she didn't descend too far down on it, and Sara repeatedly reminded herself of her reward if she persevered.

"Look out for the b.u.mps," Jimmy warned suddenly, and in the next instant it was as if the bike had come alive. The engine wasn't running, but it was moving, and yet it wasn't going anywhere. But it felt as if it were traveling along a b.u.mpy road. It reminded Sara of a mechanical bull, the way it moved. She gasped as it shook and bounced between her legs. But she was determined to maintain control of it. She knew it would be much harder to keep her balance, but it was imperative that she try her best.

"Going into a curve," Jimmy warned, and sure enough, the bike tipped sideways, forcing Sara to lean back into him and tighten her b.u.t.tocks in order to hold on.

"Ooooh," she complained, when her efforts caused him to penetrate her deeper, while thras.h.i.+ng about inside her.

"Looks like we have a jump coming up," she heard Jimmy say. There was amus.e.m.e.nt in his voice, and she knew he was enjoying this.

"No!" she cried, bracing herself. Suddenly it felt as if they were flying through the air for a few seconds before coming down with a hard landing that wedged Jimmy even farther up into her body. Sara bit her lip hard to keep from screaming. But she kept going, and rode through every imaginable condition without ever once losing her footing or giving up. Her backside burned from the intense activity and even her b.r.e.a.s.t.s ached from bouncing so aggressively in her efforts to manage the ride, but she refused to let up, knowing that she must go through this to get what she needed. There were moments when she felt she could not endure another minute, but somehow she made it through the entire ride.

And as promised, Sara, in her turn, got her fill of the pleasure that made it all seem worthwhile and, for the time being, anyway, satisfied her insatiable need.

But things could not go on like this forever. Sara realized this and yet she couldn't concentrate on the problem long enough to think of a solution. The need was coming every few hours now, regardless of where she was, whether it be at work or at home, and the things he was making her do were getting more difficult-and more risky. Sara was terrified of being discovered. And even if she could keep it a secret, her preoccupation with Jimmy made it impossible for her to function normally. She was late, distracted, disa.s.sociated, nervous and forgetful. She would disappear for long periods of time without an explanation. It was becoming impossible.

Sara decided to turn to the woman responsible for bringing Jimmy into her life.

"Incubus," Maggie said when Sara explained what was happening.

"Incubus?" Sara repeated, shaking her head. "What is that?"

"An incubus is a spirit, often an evil spirit, who seduces mortal women, sometimes causing them to go insane."

Sara's heart beat faster. "How can I get rid of him?"

"Well, I have to admit that this is the first one I've come across in my experience, but I've read quite a lot about them. It depends on why this incubus chose you, to determine what's the best thing to do. If I'm remembering right, you didn't recognize this spirit at first, did you?"

"No. I didn't know who he was. I still don't. I'm sure he's never been a part of my life before this."

"Well, then, he must be a part of someone's past who you're close to. It is rare for an incubus to simply choose someone at random. Usually they have reasons for what they do, most often reasons of revenge. They use s.e.x as a tool to destroy the person they're after."

Sara sighed. "I can't imagine who that would be."

"Has he ever mentioned the name of anyone you know?"

Sara thought about it a minute. Had Jimmy said Ray's name before she brought him up? She couldn't remember. "I think he might have mentioned my boyfriend, Ray, but I'm not sure."

"That's right! The guy you moved out here for. I remember now. The incubus did bring him up." Maggie looked at Sara thoughtfully. "You're going to need the help of the person the incubus is after, so you'll have to find out for sure if it's Ray or not."

"Oh, G.o.d," Sara said.

"Can you tell when the incubus is with you?"

"Sort of. Sometimes."

"Well, be careful. Generally an incubus will try to avoid direct contact with those connected to their female victims. They'll come around when the women are alone, or when their partners are asleep or otherwise occupied and unlikely to be aware of its presence."

Sara thought about that first night when Jimmy came to her while Ray was asleep. "If it's Ray he's after, how do I stop him?"

"Ray will have to help you keep the incubus away until its influence is out of your system, which will mean he'll have to get you through at least one-and quite possibly more-of these s.e.xual spells you told me about. Once the incubus leaves, you will have it out of your system."

"What if I have someone besides Ray do that?" Sara asked, considering rehab.

"It must be the person the spirit is after. The spirit can only lose power to the person it comes here for. It's as if no one else has any power over it."

By the time Sara got back from her visit with the clairvoyant, she was once again wild with need. A dark depression was beginning to set in with each new incident now, and she was afraid that she would not last much longer. All that Maggie told her only added to her depression. The power of the spirit seemed so much stronger than her. How was she ever going to fight it when she didn't even know for certain who it had come here for?

She felt Jimmy's presence suddenly and immediately halted her thoughts. They were becoming more and more hopeless and incoherent anyway, now that the desire was taking hold. Without hesitating, she mentally asked him what he wished of her, knowing without a doubt that whatever it was she would do it. There was no longer any objections or pleadings. She followed his directives to the letter willingly, even eagerly, knowing that it was the only way that she would get what she needed to survive.

It was several hours later when Sara was finally getting her end of the bargain met, having at last satisfied all of Jimmy's demands. She was grasping some kind of a metal pipe in the floor of her laundry room with both hands while Jimmy stood behind her, holding her legs up in the air. He was driving himself into her with the force of a powerful machine in long, even strokes that caused her body to jolt forward with every single thrust. Her body was naked and bruised, but the look on her face was one of pure ecstasy. She shuddered violently as the amazing pleasure washed over her.

"What the h.e.l.l?" Ray's voice broke into the room like an alarm. Sara looked up and saw him watching her with an expression of absolute horror and disbelief.

"Well, h.e.l.lo, Ray," she heard Jimmy say from inside her head. And in the next instant he was gone. Her legs immediately dropped to the ground with a painful thud. She hadn't even had time to catch herself.

Sara looked up at Ray. This must be what they meant by "rock bottom," she thought. "Please...help...me," she whispered pitifully.

Ray rushed to her side. His eyes moved over her naked body, lingering confusedly over the bruises as he picked her up off the floor. "How...how were you just floating there, sideways, in midair?" he asked, clearly shaken.

"I need to get dressed first," she said.

When Sara had dressed and composed herself, she found Ray sitting on the couch, staring at a blank television set. She sat down next to him and reached for his hand. He moved his hand away but met her gaze.

"What the h.e.l.l was that?" he asked slowly.

"Do you remember, about a week or so ago, when I went to the clairvoyant?" Sara asked.

"Yeah." He was looking at her as if he had already heard enough.

"Ray, listen to me a minute," she said, more self-possessed suddenly than she had been since this began. "I'm not crazy and I'm not deranged...at least I don't think so." She looked at him pleadingly. "Something happened there. The clairvoyant said there was a spirit there who knew me...or something like that. Well, he followed me home, and...G.o.d! This gets so weird. I know you're not going to believe this but he...he...touched me in my dream...and I woke up." Her eyes grew wide suddenly. "Maybe you remember. It was that night I screamed and woke you up, too." Ray just stared at her, so she continued. "But...then we went back to sleep and he...came back. This time I couldn't fight him off." Her expression turned pleading when she saw the look of pain and horror in his eyes. "You have to believe me and please just let me finish..."

"What?" he gasped. He was incredulous but at least he was still speaking to her. "You're cheating on me with a ghost?" He laughed suddenly. "Who is he? Anyone I know?"

"That's the thing," Sara continued. "I went back to the clairvoyant today because I didn't know what else to do. He's been coming back whenever he wants and it's like I can't control myself anymore. Maggie-the clairvoyant-said he's an incubus and I could go insane if I don't get rid of him. She said they only come back for revenge, and if he hasn't come from my past then he must have come from the past of someone I'm close to."

Ray just looked at her.

"He says his name is Jimmy," she continued, shrugging. "I personally have no idea who-"

"Jimmy?" Ray interrupted. He was still looking at her with disbelief, but there was suddenly something like alarm in his face, too. "He told you his name was Jimmy?"