Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (49 page)

Dafoe’s hands moved to her arms, thank heavens. She
felt like a puppet between the possessed man and his beast.  Never, in her
wildest fantasies, had she dreamed of a moment like this, but she had to admit,
a wolf turned man possessing her pussy... a handsome stranger filling her
mouth?  This encounter checked a lot of boxes.

“The bitch is too low,” Akiliq growled.  “Let’s get her
up and punish her.”

Grasping her hips, Akiliq heaved Artemis upward until
her knees left the ground.  Her toes struggled to find the floor as the two
figures held her aloft.  She clung to Dafoe’s cock with both hands, wondering
how they could possibly punish her further.

The moment Akiliq pulled out of her slick pussy, she
knew. 

Every muscle tensed as he said, “I want this bitch’s
ass.”

“Nooo!” she moaned.

Artemis wasn’t entirely sure whether she was in her
body or floating outside it.  She could see the room from every perspective,
but she couldn’t make a sound, not with Dafoe’s cock jammed deep in her raw,
swollen throat.  So was she in or out of body?  Probably both.

“Take her to the window,” Akiliq instructed.

Despite Artemis’s internal struggle, she couldn’t
refuse. Her heart raced. This was going to kill her, wasn’t it?  She’d die of
embarrassment.

“Say hello to the neighbours,” Akiliq sneered as Dafoe
propped her naked body against the window.

The glass felt cool and smooth against her bare
breasts, but Artemis’s cheeks blazed as she looked down on the neighbourhood. 
If anybody came by walking their dog or strolling with their baby carriage,
they’d surely spot her.  Naked as a jaybird.  And getting ass-fucked by a dog.

“Help,” she whispered.  She tried to scream it, but her
throat was too razed from Dafoe’s cock. The word stuck to her swollen flesh. 
“Please get me down from here.”

Every word felt like a blade, and she instinctively
tried reaching for her neck, but her hands didn’t move.  Akiliq held them
behind her back.  She struggled uselessly, because she was only half inside her
body.  The other half, still floating against the ceiling, watched in awe as
Akiliq and Dafoe merged into one monstrous body. Two heads, four arms, and two
erect cocks… oh my!

“You can’t…”  Artemis felt like she was seeing double,
but no. This was really happening. Two possessed bodies melded together. They
were poised to take her, jointly, from behind.  “Oh god, please don’t!”

“Keep the bitch quiet,” Akiliq instructed.

Dafoe reached one of their four hands around her head,
slamming it over her mouth.  He smelled like expensive, manly creams, but his
hand felt surprisingly large.  It covered not only her mouth, but her chin and
the base of her nose.  She could barely breathe, but what did they care?  They
were possessed.  They’d probably take her dead or alive.

Would the creature kill her?  Before, she’d thought
not.  Now, she wasn’t sure.  The violence in his demonic lust increased with
every encounter.

“Hold still,” Akiliq commanded.

Artemis hadn’t realized she was squirming.

“Keep your ass in one place, will you?”  His bark
reverberated deep inside her.  “We’re going in, and you’re gonna like it.  Hear
me?”

With Dafoe covering her mouth, she couldn’t answer in
words.  She just nodded, swiftly, feeling the client’s heavy hand on her face.

“Would you look at that hole?” Akiliq said to Dafoe. 
“Spit on it for me.”

Dafoe did as his dog instructed.  His spit struck
Artemis’s ass crack just above her hole.  The hot stuff slicked down to pool in
her pucker.  Akiliq spit, too.  His dog-breath sickened her, but her pussy and
her ass betrayed that reaction.  Excitement coursed through her clit and up
into her naked nipples.

The whole neighbourhood could see.  And look! A woman
leisurely walking her dog.  The dog knew what was happening.  It stopped in
front of the house and stared, but the woman walking him didn’t look up.  She
yanked his leash until he started walking again.  But that little dog knew.  It
could see exactly what was going on up here.

“I can’t wait to feel your tight little asshole sucking
my fat cock,” Akiliq said. 

“No.”  She spoke into Dafoe’s palm.  It was so slick,
so hot with her breath she thought she’d pass out before they stuck it to her.

“Feel how wet her cunt is,” Akiliq sneered. 

One of their four hands landed on her pussy.  A
finger.  Two fingers?  And then… oh god, a cock!  It entered her from behind,
and just when she lost herself in its immensity, another cock slid across her
ass crack.

Her pussy juice slicked a path as Akiliq pressed his
dick to her tightest orifice.  She didn’t want him there.  It never got
easier.  Even after Vincent’s hand had been lodged in her rear, she still
wasn’t ready for this new feat.

But it didn’t matter what she wanted.  It didn’t matter
how she screamed.  The wolf man opened her asshole with his massive erection. 
He drove his cock into her, though there was no room for him there.  Dafoe was
already taking up all the space she had to give.  Her cunt was full of cock. 
When Akiliq horned in on that territory, she felt about ready to explode.

“I can’t,” she whispered into Dafoe’s hand.  “It’s too
much.”

Akiliq only responded by driving his dick deeper inside
her ass.  That ring of muscle opened wider, because what else could it do? 
Respond or rip.  Those were her asshole’s only options.  So it slackened for
his girth.  It let him in.

And from her spirit-view, she saw what it looked like
to be taken from behind.  Her floating consciousness saw through Dafoe and
Akiliq’s conjoined body, to the massively stretched flesh around her ass and
her pussy.  Just the sight made her wince.  No wonder it hurt. 

That stretch and strain only increased as she stared at
the monster’s two massive cocks hurdling into her body.  Seeing it made her
feel it more, feel it harder and faster—the stretch and strain, the
opening of her ass, the filling of her orifices.  She couldn’t take much more.

That was just too bad, because they had a lot more to
give.

“Bitch is in heat,” Akiliq roared as he rammed her
ass.  “She wants cock.  She wants all the cock.  If we had more, she’d take more.”

“No,” she whispered into Dafoe’s hand, which was still
covering her mouth.

“Bitch wants it hard.”  They forced themselves deeper
inside, banging her body against the window.  “Bitch wants to feel it.”

Her forehead knocked against the glass.  Their force
pressed her breasts flat.  Her hard nipples indented her body.

“Stop,” she said, woozily.  “You’ll break the window. 
I’ll fall out.”

Could they hear her?  Probably not.  Not over their
roaring grunts and barks.  The two-headed, double-cocked man-dog fucked her
relentlessly.  They rammed her pussy and her ass so hard she stopped feeling
the strain and only felt the friction, the motion.  She wasn’t human anymore. 
She was just a receptive piece of meat, a warm slab of flesh.  That’s all they
needed, right?  That’s all she’d be.

“Just come,” she begged.  “Just… oh god, just come.”

They must have heard her that time, because Akiliq
said, “Bitch wants our jizz.”

Artemis’s head rolled to one shoulder.  She didn’t have
the strength to hold it up.

“Let’s give it to her.” Dafoe’s voice was the
creature’s.  “Let’s soak her in cum.”

They forced their dicks deeper inside her body,
slamming her face against the glass before pulling back, pulling out.  It
should have been a relief, but as soon as their thick, throbbing cockheads
popped out of her pussy and her ass, she felt strangely melancholy.

She watched from above as Dafoe and Akiliq’s two cocks
exploded with cum, like a mismatched pair of fire hoses.  They streaked her
back, ass and thighs with white-hot cream. The stuff dripped down her legs as
she slid to the floor. Without their physical support, she couldn’t stay
upright. 

Her body slipped like a ragdoll as the Dafoe and the
wolf-man fell away from each other.  As they separated, Akiliq howled with a
deathly bark of pain.  Her heart ached for him as his large form condensed into
its original self.

The dog lay panting beside his naked owner on the dark
wood floor.  In that moment, Artemis had a choice to make: return to her
battered body and experience a full blast of pain, or fly away like a sylph and
escape this wicked existence.

A familiar voice shook the room: “You’re not going
anywhere, darling.”

Where was he?  The monster.  Where was that voice
coming from?

“You think you’ve got a hold on me?” She gazed at her
less-than-conscious body.  “I’ll leave my skin right there on the floor.  I’ll
take off.”

The creature cackled, a sound so vicious and mean it
sliced through her non-corporeal self.  “You’d rather die than live with me?”

“You got that right.  I’d rather walk through hell than
stay here with you.”

She was pretty much decided on her fate when the voice
asked, “What about Budd?  What about his son?  You want them to come home and
find you like this, naked and dead on the floor?  Taken by a man and his dog?”

Shit.
  Her perspective shifted when
she considered her boyfriend and Vincent.  Her love for them had only grown
through this ordeal.  The monster had her in his clutches.  Love would make her
stay.

And so, with a distinct sense of resignation, Artemis
returned her spirit to its bare and battered body.

Her skin seared as she re-entered it, and when she
moaned with the intense pain between her legs, she heard her client finding his
way to consciousness as well.

Oh god… how was she going to explain all this?

Chapter Six

“Lots of bikers love their pets,” Budd assured her as
he packed the foldaway easel into the trunk of her car.  “It’s too bad you
don’t want to work at home anymore, but trust me, you’ll make a killing at this
rally.  Some of these guys love their pets more than their kids.  Isn’t that
right, Vince?”

“No,” Vincent said, solemnly.

Budd ruffled his son’s hair.  “Hey, who pissed in your
Cheerios?  You’ve been moody all week.”

“I’m not moody.”  Vincent swatted his father’s hand
away.  “I just…”  He looked to Artemis, and then quickly away.  “Never mind.”

Budd rolled his eyes and said, “Teenagers!”

Artemis smiled meekly as Budd headed back into the
house.  Vincent called after him, “I won’t be a teenager for long.”

Alone in the driveway, Artemis stared beseechingly at
her boyfriend’s son.  “I’m sorry, Vince.  You know why I can’t stay.”

“Yeah, I do.”  He hopped off his father’s ride and
stood so close their noses nearly touched.  “I know why, but my dad’s not going
to.  You need to tell him you’re leaving.  You need to tell him why.”

Her shoulders fell.  “I can’t, Vince.  I just can’t.”

“So you’re going to bail on the rally and Dad’ll be
looking for you all day and asking me if I know where you are, and I’ll have to
pretend like I don’t know you’re packing all your shit when you’re supposed to
be painting pets.”

“He won’t suspect you. Why would he?”

Vincent talked over her.  “And then we’ll get home
after the rally and all your stuff’ll be gone and you’ll be gone, and…” Vincent
went suddenly silent. “Do you even know how depressed he’ll be if another woman
runs off without telling him why?”

She took a deep breath, and her heart rattled.  “You
can tell him when I’m gone.  You’re right.  He deserves to know.”

The boy’s lips pursed so hard they turned white.  His
cheeks went scarlet as he said, “Well, what about me? I don’t want you to go.”

Artemis didn’t know what to say.  She was so moved by
the sentiment she struggled not to cry.

“It attacked me, too,” Vincent whispered.  “I know
you’re the real target, here, but it possessed me, too.  It made me do things…
to you…”

She bowed her head, wiped away errant tears.  “I’m
sorry, Vince.  I have to go.”

“Don’t.”  He took her by the arms and held her,
forcefully.  “Don’t leave us.”

“Vince…” 

She turned away so she wouldn’t have to look at him,
but he followed her gaze, met it, and said, “Don’t go.”

Did he realize he was breaking her heart?  Maybe she
deserved it.  She was obviously breaking his.

“I’ll come to the rally,” she said.  “I’ll set up my
easel and do my pet paintings, just like your dad wants me to.  I’ll be near
you all day, okay?”

“And then what?”

She sighed.  “I don’t know.  What am I supposed to do? 
I can’t bring clients into the house without them thinking I drugged them, and
their pets, and did god-knows-what to their passed-out bodies.  I’m lucky Dafoe
didn’t call the police.”

“Do you think he believed you were all possessed?”

Artemis shook her head.  “He seemed pretty convinced I
raped his dog.”

Vincent grimaced, and Artemis stared at his lean young
face until the statement just seemed… funny.  Hilarious.  She started to laugh,
and her giggles were so infectious Vincent caught them.  By the time Budd came
out of the house, they were laughing so hard tears rolled down their cheeks.

“What’s so funny?”  Budd asked with a smile.

Artemis shook her head.  She couldn’t stop laughing.

“Okay, well Vince and I are heading out.  You’ve got
your map?  You know where you’re going?”

She nodded as they boarded their bikes and rumbled down
the driveway.  Even after they’d gone, she was still struggling to contain
herself.

And then, from the house itself, a callous voice asked,
“What’s so funny, darling?”

All at once, the laughter fell away.  Artemis scrambled
into the driver’s seat and started the engine with shaking hands.  She couldn’t
take any more of this.  It was too much.  Much too much.

* * * *

Budd wasn’t kidding about bikers loving their pets.  By
three in the afternoon, Artemis had snapshots of three dogs, two birds, a cat
and a ferret, plus more than a dozen interested inquiries. 

As she stood in the rejuvenating sunlight, painting a
terrier from its photo, a short woman with long greying hair approached from
the side.  Artemis was used to bikers watching her paint and asking questions,
so she paid little notice at first.  It wasn’t until the woman touched her arm
that she felt an intense emotion she couldn’t name.  The emotional reaction was
like despair and salvation wrapped up in one feeling.

“You can’t let him beat you,” the woman said. “He’s
strong, but you’re powerful.”

Artemis set down her paintbrush and plastered on a
smile.  “I’m sorry?”

When the woman cocked her head, her turquoise necklace
drew Artemis’s eye.  She said, “You’re living with a bad man.  I know it.  I
been there, too.”

“No.”  Artemis shook her head adamantly. “No, I’m
living with Budd, the big Native guy working the gear shop.  See?  That’s him,
over there.  He’s a teddy bear, really.”

The small woman glanced in the direction Artemis
pointed, but shook her head.  “No, no, not him.”

She closed her eyes for what seemed like a strangely
long time, and Artemis started feeling self-conscious because other passers-by
were taking notice.  In truth, she didn’t care so much about them.  It was
Budd.  She didn’t want him knowing anything was wrong.  And this woman seemed
to know exactly what was wrong.

“He’s a monster.”  The woman opened her eyes wide with
alarm.  “He’s hungry for power.  That’s what gets him off, eh?  It’s not
pleasure, for him.  He takes the sex you don’t want to give because it makes
you weak and vulnerable.”

Artemis stared at the woman in disbelief.  She wasn’t
sure whether to feel dirty and ashamed that some stranger knew what she’d been
through, or relieved that someone might finally be able to help.

In a voice so small she could barely hear herself
speak, Artemis asked, “Who is this guy?  Is he a ghost or what?”

“Ghost?”  The woman laughed.  “You should be so lucky. 
This guy… he’s a demon. No, that’s not the right word.  An incubus would be the
closest thing, but more powerful.”

“More violent,” Artemis added, though she knew nothing
about incubi, other than what she’d experienced.  Maybe they were all violent. 
She really had no idea.  She laughed.

“This is no laughing matter,” the older woman warned.

“I’m sorry.  Really.  I know it’s not.”  Artemis felt
more than a little hysterical.  Maybe the sun was getting to her.  “Just, you
know, if I heard this conversation a year ago, I’d think I’d gone crazy.  I’d
think you were crazy, too.  Sorry, I don’t know your name.”

“Nora.”  The woman took her hand and squeezed.  “And I
hope you know you’re not crazy.”

Artemis nodded.  “This incubus or demon, whatever it
is… it’s real?”

“It’s real, and it’s dangerous,” Nora said, as a new
crop of bikers roared down the main street.  “Listen, girlie, you need help.”

“Will you help me?” Artemis shouted over the ruckus. 

“I’m only a sensitive.  What you need is a priest!  And
even that might not work.  This guy you got is
waaay
powerful.  I can
feel him on you when he’s nowhere around.  That’s saying something.”

Artemis felt trapped inside the crowd of bikers.  “I
gotta tell you something,” she said to Nora, leaning close.  “My plan was to
leave Budd today.  Not him so much as the house.  His son convinced me to come
to the rally, but… I don’t know.  What should I do?  I can’t stay there and I
can’t tell Budd.”

“Why not?” she asked.

“He’ll blame himself.”  Artemis swallowed back a sudden
onslaught of tears.  She really hated crying in public.  “I don’t want him
thinking it was his fault.  How could he have known?”

Nora nodded slowly.  “Incubi are usually afraid of
men.  This one’s ballsy.”

Artemis let out a wry laugh.  “That’s an
understatement.”

Could Nora see all the wicked things the demon had done
to her?  Suddenly, Artemis felt naked before the sensitive.  When she spotted
Budd across the field of leather-clad bikers, her heart hurt so badly she
couldn’t stand it.  No matter how much she’d grown to love him, and to adore
his son, she couldn’t stay in that house.  She was bound to hurt the boys. 
Better to get it over with.  Fast, like a bandage.

Gathering up her gear, she said to Nora, “I’m sorry, I
have to go.  Thanks for making my mind up for me.”

The woman looked terribly concerned.  “Where are you
going?”

“Home to pack my shit.  After that, who knows?  Maybe
drop in on my sister, maybe live in my car.  Anything’s better than living with
a demon.”

As Artemis struggled to take down her foldaway easel,
Nora placed a warm hand at the small of her back.  “You need to tell him,
girlie.  Tell him you’re going.  Maybe he can fix things.”

Shoving her unpainted canvases into a bag, Artemis felt
the stream of fear she’d experienced that night the demon possessed her
boyfriend.  “Budd can’t fix this. Nobody can.”

“He’ll worry about you… what’s your name?”

“Artemis.”  She hauled one bag over her shoulder and
picked up her easel by the handle. 

“He’ll worry about you, Artemis.”  Nora pawed at her
arm, following her into the thicket of bikers.  “Tell him you’re going.”

“I can’t.”  Artemis shook her head, fighting tears as
she lost herself in the strong scent of leather and kicked-up dirt.  Even when
she’d escaped Nora the sensitive, she just kept saying, “I can’t… I can’t…”