0 comments/ 16404 views/ 2 favorites Nightmare Squad: Devilwoman By: TonyDowse This story follows on from my submission in the 2006 Halloween Story Contest - 'Halloween - The Taker'. I received some requests for a sequel and presumed that meant a story based on the exploits of the group that was only mentioned in passing - The Nightmare Squad. In essence this is a group whose task it is to track and dispose of creatures whose actions and/or unspeakable brutalities defy both all normal human logic, and the usual police procedures. Readers will find the story more understandable and therefore, hopefully more satisfying if they read 'The Taker' first - but, as this story is mostly 'self-contained' that's not absolutely necessary. In either case, I trust you enjoy! * * * * * Part 2 - DevilWoman The wildly varying sounds still managed to somehow mix together, creating what in other circumstances might have been thought a rhythmically modernistic concerto. The deeply thrumming motors providing the base-line, and the two voices - though strained and often intermittent - adding an asynchronous and sometimes totally unmelodic pair of discords. The woman was all but hidden in the depth of the shadow of the metal that reared high behind her, only her long, slender legs were caught in the edge of the blaze of the surrounding arc lights. Her legs, and the man's palely chubby buttocks. His deep baritone grunts blending, sometimes harmoniously, with her low soprano, but more tight-throated squealing. His cock was short and stubby, but, as though to make up for the shortfall, extraordinarily thick. The woman loved it being like that - though sometimes she caught herself trying to remember just what a longer one had actually felt like. But, as an irregular fuck, short and thick was fine. And the feel of the motor throbbing beneath her just added that extra bit of excitement; its relentless beat spreading up through her body, then combining with his powerful thrusting to urge her ever closer to her climax. She never failed to excite him, well at times like this night that was - maybe on other nights he liked to find a woman with rather bigger tits - but for nights like this, she was great. Well, she was there - they were there for each other. Right then he could feel her juicily slippery pussy tightening, it seeming to be urging him to thrust even deeper, do it even faster - exactly as he wanted to. So he did - and felt the first dizzying surge welling up from somewhere deep inside him. 'Go Carl! Go now, now, nowww!' she cried as she felt her own orgasm starting. The final minute of their coupling was a totally frenzied one; her finger-nails digging deep into his flesh, drawing bright pin-points of blood - his body slamming hers hard down against the edge of the motor, marking and bruising her. Both bodies dripping with their sweat - both faces twistedly contorted - their voices just raspingly hoarse cries. His beefy cock pounding, spouting thick, sticky gobbets - her welcoming cunt noisily sucking each load. 'Shit - I needed that!' he gasped a few moments later. 'Me too! she answered. 'I wonder if it heard us.' he said, nodding to the container behind them. 'Not if the experts were right, it should be nothing but a frozen block of something by now.' 'Let's hope so.' he said, ignoring the messily squelching sounds he made as he pulled his cock back out of her. 'Got some tissues?' he added hopefully. 'Sure, you know me, once a girl scout, always a girl scout.' she replied with a grin as she reached down for her uniform trousers. It was always like this - well on nights like this one it was, nights when their work took them to the edge, to the very brink of madness. Nights when they'd had a success, finally captured and dealt with a horror. Nights when they hadn't, when they'd had to examine and remove the remains of poor souls who had slaked some other horror's lust. As they'd had to do all too many times. On those nights they both knew when the other was in desperate need - and those feelings were usually mutual. But even when they weren't they both knew the other would be there for them, would satisfy that need. Like all the rest of their squad, once in their uniforms, they were a team - in everything. 'You were there at the start of this one, weren't you.' she said as she began mopping the sticky mess from between her thighs. 'At Wisteria Drive - yes, yes I was, though I wish I hadn't been.' he gruffly replied as he wiped his cock and pulled up his trousers. 'I still don't really understand what it was it actually did to them - even now nobody wants to talk about it. I did hear someone say they looked as though they'd been totally exanguinated - though we've never been able to find any trace of it moving equipment around. And there were seven of them! I mean just think of the size and number of containers you'd need for that amount of blood and tissue. I still have the occasional nightmare about it.' he added resentfully . 'Yes I understand, some of them do get to you, don't they. But we got it, that particular horror won't be doing any more of whatever it did.' she added encouragingly as she pointed to the container behind them. 'You're always really good for me Josie, you know that.' 'We're good for each other Carl, don't you ever forget that!' she replied as she stood to fasten and finish straightening her uniform. 'Now we just have to wait and see what else they find for us.' Nightmare Squad: Devilwoman She allowed him to do all the things he'd been longing to do - imparting him with both a strength and potency he'd never imagined he was capable of. Let him fuck her, almost brutally - first deep in her cunt, then a short while later, just as roughly up her arse. Then, having reinvigorated him with her fingers and mouth - she took him between her breasts, letting him exultantly spray both them and her face with even more of his slimily sticky juices. Yet she sensed he still he wasn't quite ready for her final act, so once again she skilfully used her lips, mouth and tongue, then, satisfied he was truly ready for her, sat astride him and impaled herself on his once again rigidly throbbing cock. As she rode him closer, ever closer to that final climax she bent herself forward, and clamped her mouth down over his. She felt his thrusting get progressively more urgent, his cock digging ever deeper - then, as she sensed the first load searing upwards, she flexed her powerful cunt and even as she drained every single drop of the churning mass of semen - she inhaled forcefully and, sucked out his mind. Nightmare Squad: Devilwoman But, although in some ways each might have been content to continue doing what they were for very much longer, in time their bodies themselves simply grew too demanding. Each sensed the change at the same time - 'My turn for the hard surface Josie.' Ross said, moving his stool aside and lying down on the floor of the van. 'A lady should never refuse a kind man's offer.' she answered, stepping astride him. As they had when simply caressing each other, they knew they both wanted it slowly; Josie pushing down just far enough to jam the head of his cock in between her wetly pouting outer pussy-lips, then holding herself still. 'You realise this van is going to smell like a brothel when we're done, don't you?' she said, desperately trying to find some way of stopping herself from simply ramming hard down on it. 'We could say we had some extra vile smelling entity break in on us.' he suggested through gritted teeth. 'That's a good idea.' she replied, allowing herself to push just a little lower, then gasping with pleasure as she felt the rim of his cock-head grazing her inner lips. 'Is this some part of the group's indoctrination - I mean this ultra-slow torture?' Ross gasped. 'No, my own. Just be patient, I promise it'll be worth it.' Josie replied, then began slowly bobbing up and down - just tiny little movements, but each one generating just enough friction to make her pussy-lips feel as though they had turned into pure, molten fire. But of course that finely localised stimulation affected Ross equally powerfully; having Josie's tightly clinging pussy moving up and down over the rim of his already sensitised cock-head soon became almost unbearably powerful - and, almost unconsciously, he thrust upwards. 'No Ross, no!' Josie cried, dropping her hands down to his stomach and shifting her weight on to them. 'Be patient a little longer - then let me do it for you.' He surrendered; he knew what she wanted to do, guessed it would eventually be well worth the waiting for - if only he could hold on. Somehow he did - and in time, Josie gradually took him deeper inside herself; little by little, inch by inch, all the time maintaining her slow but rhythmic up and down movements. And only when she had taken all of him, felt the rigidly hard, extra long length of him probing deep in her cunt, felt her own body tensing as the slow build-up to her orgasm began, did she relent - on both of them. 'Try to stay still, but get ready to rock!' she gasped as she began moving just a little faster, clenching her innermost muscles around the steel-hard shaft she felt spearing inside her. All too soon her previously determinedly controlled movements grew quicker and quicker, and soon she felt herself pounding up and down as though her very life depended on her getting them off. Ross' gasping, guttural groans grew louder and harsher - and she could tell from the tense writhing of his straining muscles just how much strength it took for him to resist heaving himself upwards. Then she felt the first unambiguous signal of her soon to hit climax, and yielded to the inevitable - 'Fuck me now Ross! Fuck me! Oh, for God's sake fuck me!' - she screeched as it began. Ross felt the strength of her pussy's grip tightening, but it was no match for the untapped power in his body. With a cry verging on triumphant he thrust hard and high, lifting himself, and Josie upwards with him. But, once released from its previous limitations his body itself took over; thickening and bloating the throbbingly pistoning shaft, dragging his balls up into itself and draining semen from the over-spilling reservoir - then finally, using him to blast gout after gout of its densely rich fluids deep into the very heart of her all too receptive cunt. That second, much more powerful bout sated them for most of the rest of their shift, but then Josie, anticipating the long, lonely hours of the day ahead of her, used her wiles to re-fire Ross and get him in the mood to give her one last memory of their night together. That time merely bending herself forward over one of the stools while Ross pounded her from behind. By then the accumulation of their sweat and assorted secretions had made the inside of the van stink to high heaven and it was only by breaking several rules and propping the back door open as they drove with all windows down that they returned it in something close to its normal condition.