Legion's Lust (2 page)

"Excuse me? I didn't quite catch that." Angie's voice, even closer now, quavered.

"We're not here to play your games, demon."

The energy that flooded down the stairs recoiled, like a child shocked his ruse had been found out.

Martha's fingers dug into the banister, now steadfast in her convictions. "We're here to send you back to hell."

A high pitch buzz pulsed down the stairs. The rhythm sawed at Martha's skull and cut deep into the grey matter. She stumbled back, but Jeff's hands were there to prop her up.

"Can you hear that?" Martha's voice was full of vibrato, the shakiness unintended.

"No, but I can feel it. Like someone is shoving cotton balls in my ears. What's causing it?"

"It. She. They. Whatever." Martha flinched against another pulse. "It's static. Like we're stuck between frequencies."

"Frequencies?" Jeff slid his headphones off and held them out to Martha. "What do you make of this then? It's right before I felt the pressure in my ears."

Martha slipped the headphones on. The murmur of countless voices, a crowd awaiting the curtains to rise. Martha strained her ears but could not make out anything being said, or even an idea of the language being spoken. Just hundreds, or possibly thousands, of voices whispering.

Jeff cut off the recording. "So?"

She pulled the headphones off with numb hands. "I-" Her grasp on language was totally overcome by one word that would not stop flashing in front of her mind in neon lights. Martha handed the headphones back. "Legion."

"Like in the Bible? The livestock?"

Jeff sounded far less concerned than he should. Perhaps Martha herself was less concerned than she should be too. She was still there after all. She'd dealt with some horrible dark shit in her time but never anything like this. She wasn't even sure it was possible. "We need help." Martha stared up at the second floor landing, fully expecting the real attack to begin now that they better understood what they were dealing with. "They'll tear her soul apart. The baby's too." She hadn't realized until she said it. Her heart broke at the thought. The baby was most likely already theirs.

Martha pushed past Jeff and flung herself at the front door. The knob seared her flesh. She jerked her hand back and yelped. "Oh Jesus," she said.

"What is it?" Jeff was at her side in a flash, frazzled with equipment hanging off him at weird and awkward angles.

Martha flung the curtains back. The landscape before them was bright and bleached, like a picture left to cook in the sun.

"Christ."

Jeff's voice finally held the fear she thought was warranted. "I need you to go-" Martha snapped her fingers in Jeff's face. "Look at me. I need you to go to the basement. Hide."

Martha watched his frazzled fear melt into comprehension then morph into a piercing defiance and determination. She once again remembered who she had hired.

Laughter erupted upstairs. The high pitched giggle turned deep and growly. The sound froze Martha’s thoughts. Like being hit in the head, her mind receded. Her consciousness dripped back slowly into her. "I'm going up there. You're staying down here. You'll just piss it off even more. It wants me."

Jeff chewed on it. He nodded but seemed strained by the whole thing.

Martha knew she could not hesitate. She forced herself up the stairs. It felt like wading upstream in a quick current. When she reached the landing she turned to Jeff. He stood poised at the foot of the stairs, his equipment piled on the floor, ready to rush to her aid at the first sign of danger. A smile spread across her face. She hoped it looked reassuring and not deranged. It felt deranged. This thing forced the feeling. Its insanity coiled around her and squeezed, choking out her rational self. She felt a deranged giggle boil up inside her. She gritted her teeth against it and took the next step up.

"Angie? If you can hear me, you have to fight." Martha took another step, her heart pounded at her ears. "Don't give them an inch."

Quick footsteps pattered from somewhere above Martha. The energy flooding down to her was less oppressive. It grew playful and quick, almost teasing.

"Angie? Martha hesitated at the top of the stairs, daring not to take the final step without knowing where the creatures lay in wait. "Angie?"

A light knock echoed to Martha's left. The woman and those things were not good at hide and seek. She ascended the final step and cold rushed up her spine.

"Martha?" Jeff's voice was closer than it should be. She turned to face him. He stood halfway up, pale and still.

"Go back down!" Anger and fear swirled around in her and muddled her thoughts.

"There is something standing in front of me."

"Go back," Martha said. "Go back." The air between them grew wavy. A wind blew down the stairs and Martha watched Jeff’s shirt rustle as wind also blew up the stairs. Like there was some sort of vortex between them. "Back down," she managed to say.

Jeff looked up at her with wild fear in his eyes. Then they were both flying through the air, ceiling wall and floor spiralled together. She felt like she was in the air longer than possible but she was too disoriented to tell.

The movement stopped when Martha smacked against the wall. Her body toppled to the floor. She pushed herself to her knees and crawled toward the stairs. "Jeff?"

She heard a giggle behind her and the patter of boney feed on hardwood.

"Christ," she spurted as she reached the stairs. A mass of swirling black flame engulfed an orb in the space she and Jeff had been standing moments ago. "What in God's-"

Cold sharp fingers wrapped around her ankles and pulled her back. Martha kicked but Angie, despite her apparent frailty, was able to hang on. The fingers only dug in deeper.

"This can be quite pleasurable if you don't resist," said a being inside Angie.

"Oh please resist, it's better if you resist," said another voice, this one shrill and scratching.

Martha's skin crawled. "Legion. I-"

"Legion? We're not Legion, love." Angie grabbed a chunk of Martha's hair and pulled her up by it. "That's Legion, there."

The orb twisted in the flames, then blinked. Martha's skin turned inside out, her breath hitched and eyes welled. An eye, ever watching. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

"Now. What'll it be?"

"Oh let's just fuck her already. The eye drove her out of her goddamn mind. Just look at her."

The voices coming out of Angie were distant and the words had no meaning. Martha swam through the gushing dark waters of shock and horror and grasped for a nonexistent life preserver. She'd known going into this that it was dangerous but there was no way to anticipate this, whatever this was. Legion. She'd never experienced anything like it, or even known it was possible.

Some part of her felt Angie's cold hands as they pulled and prodded at her. Undressing her. They rolled her over and yanked on her pants. The denim held. Martha sensed their anger. Laughter bubbled out of her. This situation was too absurd for thoughts. To die here like this would be a too fitting end. The great psychic, the faux demon fighter, finally faces demons only to be torn apart by them.

"You want to fuck right?" Martha was surprised to hear herself speaking, like the words came from someone else inside her. "I'll fuck your brains out if you let us go."

Angie smiled and looked to the eye.

"Legion," Martha said, her voice strong. "You want a show right? I'll give you deviants a fucking show. Do we have a deal?"

The eye flicked between Angie and Martha. Her gut clenched and she cursed the part of her that decided this was a good idea.

An ancient rotary phone sat on a table and rang. Angie laughed and picked up the receiver. "You're in luck, love. They're feeling generous today."

"Just shut up and fuck her already." Angie launched at Martha and landed straddling her, big belly threatening to tip her over. Her boney fingers worked at Martha's fly, stabbing into her soft flesh.

Martha's best chance at survival, for her and everyone else, was to put on a hell of a show. As much as she hated it, and despite a part of her screaming no, Martha unbuttoned her fly and pulled her pants down for the fiddly fingered beasts inside Angie Thorton.

One of them moaned then yanked hard on her jeans then tossed them, lost in the darkness behind them. At least she still had her panties.

Martha sucked in large breaths through her nose in the hope of calming her trembling body. This was it. It was happening. All those years of theatrics had better pay off in spades.

She sat up and touched Angie's lips with her own. They were cool and soft but her mouth tasted of pennies and old eggs. Martha choked back a gag and shoved her tongue in, forcing her conscious mind further and further back.

The excitement in the air was thick and it pulsed in the rhythm of Martha's thumping heart. The feeling intoxicated as it rolled through her, releasing her cramped muscles and numbing the edges of her frayed nerves.

In one quick but jerky movement Angie ripped her dress from collar to hem, like the thin shear fabric was water logged paper. She was nude; her round belly loomed out in front of her, webbed in deep red stretch marks. Her breasts were too large for her gaunt frame and hung low. Mottled pink and brown nipples jutted out.

In spite of herself, and everything that was going on around her, Martha's pussy quaked in anticipation. The sinfulness of this act was great. Fucking a possessed pregnant woman while Legion watched - those thousands of horny demons getting off - was something she’d never be able to get over.

The beings inside Angie moaned and growled. They were fighting for control. To be the first to fuck her.

Martha grabbed Angie's face and slammed her lips into hers again and felt the beings ripple inside. There was a quick shudder by Angie then she kissed back. One of them had overcome the other. The victor ran its fingers through Martha’s hair, and then yanked her head back. She tried to pull away but the being’s grip on her tightened. Teeth and nails dug deep in her flesh.

She knew that pain was inevitable. She sucked in a breath and ran her hand, gentle and slow, down Angie's shoulder. She stopped at the breast and flicked her thumb across the pert nipple. The biting stopped and another shudder passed through Angie. They still fought for control. If only Martha could get them out of the poor woman they resided in. Exorcisms, or what she knew of them, often took weeks, even months. She'd need to get them out voluntarily. Or force them out somehow.

Beyond a few drunken make-out sessions in college Martha had very little experience with women. The few moves she had didn't work on women and there was also a huge belly to take into consideration. Short of any better ideas, Martha slid her hand down Angie's belly to her hot wet pussy and slipped a finger between her lips. Her own body spasmed as she circled Angie's clit with the lightest of touches. Her mouth watered for a taste of Angie’s sweet juices.

The beings arched back and moaned. If she could stay in control she might be able to get everyone out of here alive and with their souls intact.

"Lay down," Martha said, still teasing Angie’s clit.

Angie's eyes fluttered open. Curiosity and anger flared there forming an unnerving visage.

Martha swallowed hard. "Lay down."

Angie squinted then leaned back on her hands slowly kicking her legs out from underneath her.

Martha bent forward and set her teeth on the pale white flesh of Angie's inner thigh and bit down. Gentle.

Angie bucked but didn't react otherwise.

Martha bit harder and a growl erupted out of Angie's thin throat. "You fucking cunt!" The beings inside Angie kicked and flailed as they tried to get up.

"Thought you liked it rough," Martha said, her stomach lurched.

"We do, love. My partner here was just surprised is all. Carry on."

"Fucking surprised? No. I'm tired of the bullshit." Angie's hand flashed up and grabbed Martha by the nape hair. The being slammed her face into the wet heat of Angie's pussy.

Martha gasped and sucked in a lungful of Angie’s sweet aroma. A white hot heat grew in her gut. She wanted to devour this pussy and lose herself in lust but she knew she had to keep her head about it. If she allowed herself to be lost in the moment that could spell her and everyone else's death.

"Lick," the creature screamed.

Martha slipped her tongue out and pressed it hard against Angie's pussy, licking from hole to clit then circling back around.

Angie's breath fell into a slow huff. Her hips followed the movements Martha made as she ground her pussy on Martha’s slavering maw.

Martha pushed a finger into Angie’s soft wet cunt and the beings cried out in pleasure. Though she had never fucked a woman, she knew what got her off. She pushed another finger in, then a third, and sucked at Angie’s clit, gently rolling her tongue on the tiny mound.

Angie clenched around Martha’s fingers.

It was going better than she could have hoped for. Martha pushed her fingers in knuckle deep and fucked the girl with the force of her body. Angie’s cunt slapped off Martha’s tongue.

Martha went faster and deeper, circling her fingers in Angie’s pussy, until Angie's breath caught and body jerked.

Martha stopped, satisfied. She rose and watched Angie twitch and jerk. She’d done it. She had put on a great show for Legion. But she could still hear that awful buzz and feel their psychotic energy. Betrayed. All that was left was to fight dirty. She laid her tongue back on Angie's clit. The creatures inside her jumped away from the touch but Martha kept on flicking.

Squeals of anger and pleasure broke out of Angie's mouth. They kicked and rolled but were unable to get away from Martha's tongue.

"Fuck. Stop. Bitch."

Martha wrapped her arms around Angie's legs and held them tight. She could still be hurt but kicking was no longer a viable option. Her tongue kept on flicking and Angie kept on writhing and squealing. Angie swatted at her but the attempted strikes were feeble, and bounced lightly off her head.

The beings screamed. They must not have known that too much pleasure can be torturous.