0 comments/ 29127 views/ 3 favorites Date With the Dead By: Ivellios Nightarrow My name is Marissa Knodle. I'm 18 years old and live in Rochester,MN. I'm an actress at a small childrens theatre down town. I'm half Chinese and half Short dark hair and a very shapely body. I have many friends. Of these one particular freind has come to my mind. His name is Andrew(though everyone calls him Andy). He's one of the most handsome guy I know. He has a long slender face with deep,almost glowing green eyes. Long wavy Blond hair that just barely touches his shoulders makes his appearance even more atractive. His mucsels are clearly defined and he moves with an unearthly grace. We've been friends for several years now. We have so much in comman that it feels I could read his thoughts. Yet something about him is...dark. Mysterious. Gothic, almost. All these things tied together make me deftly attracted to him. And I'm preety sure he feels the same for me. Any way, The Holloween Dance was coming up so I asked him to go with me. He acsepted and soon the night had come. I came as Cleopatra. Andy came as a vampire. When ever he does something he does it to the extreme. He had a black leather tank top with a black trench coat. He also had put on white make up to make himself look extremely pale and stuck to fangs to his teeth. I asked him what he used to stick them there but he said he'd show me later so I let it go. The dance was pretty uneventful,(except for slow dancing with Andy. He's a very graceful dancer). I asked him to some home with me to have dinner and to my enjoyment he acepted. We drove back to my house and sellted in. Neither of us got out of costume because he didn't have any extra cloths and I wanted to look sexy for him. We ate a large dinner. My mom and dad rose from the table. "Marissa, your mother and I are going to see a movie. Don't stay up to late and don't keep Andy here too long. I'm sure he needs his sleep." At my Fathers last coment I barely noticed a smirk spread across Andy's pale face. So my parents left and Andy and I went into the basement to watch tv. After a few minutes, Andy took the remote, shut off the tv, and looked deep into my eyes. "Tell me, Marisa," he said, "Do you beleive in vampires?" I laughed. "Of course not. Why?" Andy smirked again. "I do." And he vanished! He just dissapeared! I looked in a stunned silence about the room. "Behind you." said his voice smoothly. I turned to see him sitting on the seat behind me. "But you were...just...How?" I studdered. "I moved so fast you eyes could not register the movement." His smile faded as he became suddenly seriouse. Again he dissapeared, but this time he reapeared inches away from my face. Then he slowly settled in beside me on the couch and slipped his arm around my should. It seems I've been waiting for this very moment ever since I met him. But something was wrong. The experience was...frightening. "What I'm about to tell you might be hard to beleive, but you must." he moved so close or noses almost touched, and he whipsered an almost silent sentace, "I am a vampire." I didn't know how to react. The notion was abserd, but how else could he move so fast?How else could he move with such grace? "You can't be," I said, "That's stupid!" I rose and walked away from the couch and stood,my back to him. "Besides, even if vampires were real, You walk in the daylight. You would fry." He shook his head and smiled, "Yo see vampirse are creatures of the night, but I've found a by-pass to that little rule." He then put to fingers to his eyes and took out two shaded contact lenses. I turned to him then. His eyes were remarkable! They littleraly glowed green. "You see, the reason vampires die when in sun light is they can't seem to help but look into the sun before the dissintagrate. The vampires skin is safe from the sun, but their eyes is what kill them. Cover the eyes..." "Live in the light." i finished for him. "But.." again he flashed right in front of me and held me arms tightly to my side. "I tell you this for one reason. I trust you." Andys paused, his glowing eyes boring into mine. "I love you." At that moment I knew he was not lying. Andy realy was a vampire. I felt a trickle of moisture run down my leg. I realalized he was hold my left breast and I was hotter than I've ever been. His skin was cold, but sooned my breast heated it. We broke into the most passionate kiss I've ever been in. Ever seen for that matter. His unocupied hand slowly brought the shoulder strap of my dress down, The the other. The top of the dress fell to my waist, reveling my black satin bra. We broke apart as he sliped off his coat and tank top, his chest and stomach muscle so tight I almost climaxed right there. I slipped out of the rest of the dress as he unbelted his pants and took down them and his boxers. He had nine inches of splendor. This time my panties quikly became damp as I swooned. In the blink of an eye he was catching me. His right arm under my back, his left on my stomach, slowly inching it's way down my moist panties, I felt his hardon rubbing against my leg as two of his long fingers entered me. My back arched as he gentally rubbed my clit. He lowered my to the ground where he unhooked my bra and let my breast fall out. He squeezed my breasts gently as his other hand was still working my pussy. His mouth desended onto my breasts where he began to suck my nipple. A wave of pleasure shot through me again as his tounge ringed my tit. Hw took his hand out of my pussy and tore the seem of my panties and pulled them off. With his unbelievable grace,he slipped on top of me. As he looked deeply into my eyes he guided the cock into my virgin pussy. The pleasure was unbereible. His head pushing ever so lightly against my unbroken cherry. My back arched as he aplied sudden force, shattering my virginity. I had another orgasm as his cock slipped all the way in. His tight balls pressing against my ass. I screamed in pleasure but I was cut off by another passionate kiss. "How does undead lust feel?" He said as he finished. I anwsered in a whimper. And shut my eyes as the pleasue over took me. The same smirk I love about him played across his lips. "Good." Was the last thing I heard before and unreal stinging pain in my neck. I awoke in my bed with a with a jump. The sunlight sifted through my teanslusent curtains .Sweat beating down my face. I was breathing heavily. "Just a dream," I siad between dissapointed gasps. "Just a lustful dream." I got out of bed and walked to my dresser and started to comb my hair out. Then I noticed smething. Taped to the mirror was a small peice of paper with a drwing a heart with a small bat in the middle. It was also then I noticed two small punture wounds on the right side of my neck. Date with the Devil Story Cast: Professor Jane Black - 30 something scholar. Jane is tall with a leggy figure. She has straight red hair, very large lips with high pronounced cheek bones. Her best feature is her fine ass and wide eyes. (think Geena Davies etc) Tes -21 yr old student. She is miss sensible, long curly dirty blonde hair, waif slim with firm round butt and tits. She's friendly and a bit sickly innocent (Think any goody goody high school babe, Sabrina, Sara M Gellar etc). Her best features are her tiny waist and blue innocent eyes. Rebecca – early 30’s Socialite. She is about 5,10 dark bobbed hair luscious rosy lips and upturned nose. She is English chic with a wicked smile and glint in her eye. Expensively maintained body, nails, lashes, with an ever so aristocratic public school accent (think Liz Hurley or Rachael Wiesz etc). Her best assets are her lips & pouting features Sharon - bimbo friend. Always the most popular girl, amazing silicone type breasts, long shapely legs and arse. Lots of styled golden blonde hair with ash pale skin. She has massacred eyes and light pink slightly vulgar lipstick (think Brianna Banks, Pamela Anderson etc). Her best features are her titanic tits and perfect calves Angela - Successful TV reporter and she fits the bill. Tall intelligent elegant with long dark hair near perfect figure long, long legs with very fine waist up to full firm tits with a swan like neck. Unlike Sharon she looks like she was poured into her curvaceous dress. (Think Sandra bullock, Mariah Carey etc). Her best features are her cat walk legs. Intro-scene Dr Jane raised her glass to old friends and new acquaintances. The small party sat around her long polished dinning table. As tutor of antiquities at Harvard, her oak lined accommodation reflected her position, fine furniture open log fire etc. Only just in her thirties and back here teaching; and today was a special day, her class reunion. The fire gave a warm glow to the faces around her. Apart from Tess her faithful and intelligent prize scholarship student there was her best friend Angela now a famous TV reporter. Also Samantha her old party girl, heaven knows why she never went into modeling, just happy working as a nurse; and Rebecca once the snooty rich bitch and the way the after dinner conversation was going still aloof and arrogant as ever. "But my dear," Rebecca said in a patronizing tone. "It was mumbo jumbo then and still is now. I can't believe you waste your time on nonsense like this." Jane smiled back, "it has been dated at nearly 1900 years old, and I had to go to a lot of trouble to get it." She opened the box placed around the half empty wine glasses. As Jane removed the small black marble and gold rod from the box Tess the professor’s loyal student spoke with a frown, annoyed at the arrogant English woman. "The Mayans were said to have used this to raised spirits to pray on female sacrifices." "Demons more like." Jane added handing the shinny stick to the unimpressed Rebecca. “What nonsense.” She replied feeling the texture between her long nailed fingers. "What, they ate them?" Angie asked sipping her wine suddenly more interested, and the group laughed as Rebecca continued to examine the artifact. "No, not quite," replied Jane, "more like shall we say deflower them. The creatures were supposed to seek out your darkest sexual fears using them to drain your life force." There was a startled embarrassed giggle around the room, and as Rebecca used her long fingernails to slowly tap impatiently along the rods length she couldn't help noticing the phallic possibilities. "Well I suppose it beats..." She suddenly froze; the rod had began to split, bright light erupting from it. The room grew cold and dark, the amazed English woman flinging the object across the floor. "Oh my god," cried Jane." The tapping, you've unlocked it, no it's not possible!" Samantha tried to get up fearing it would explode. "What! I can't move," she gasped, all the women realizing unseen forces pinned them to their seats. The corners of the room could not be seen any more and all light but the fire seemed to have been extinguished. The half man creature now standing above the rod filled them with revulsion and horror. “Who has summoned me for sacrifice?” It hissed in a gurgling voice. The creature they had raised was an abomination. On two feet it was the size of a bear with greasy hairless flesh. Its flesh was made up of intermixed torsos of well endowed men and women. It had two long arms knuckles touching the floor and apart from the tits and erect pricks on its body it had a long red cock between its legs with another more spinney insect like dick underneath. At its chest were fifteen or so long tentacles reaching straight out like a squid and its face was that of a reptile type man. The women were awe struck all mouths open eyes blinking in disbelief. "Yes worthy sacrifices," it hissed moving forward. Then they all began to rant hysterically. Its hands came closer still the slimy fingers stroking the hair from Tess’s face. “Oh Professor hellppppppppppp!” Suddenly she was in her flat in the afternoon heat, dressed in her pink teddy “Tes is waif slim with straight dirty blonde hair loose in a pony tail, she has a freckled face and blue eyes. She acts confident but is really a daddy's girl, but she thinks she can handle any situation that arises. She is in a short pink nightie, her shapely legs, waist and pert breasts slightly showing through the fabric. Think Sabrina or any high school good girl. Through out the scene she still thinks maybe it's the best option to get it over with, after all she wouldn't want her parents thinking she couldn't manage on her own.” Tess felt confused. Where? What? The door bell went and thinking it was her flat mate she quickly ran to open it. But at the door was her land lord Mr Sanchez and another younger Hispanic man, who she recognized as his lecherous son. "Ahh Tess my dear, may we see you." And without been asked he entered the apartment. He was his normal fat unshaven self but this time more menacing. The son closed the door behind them as both looked around agitated. "Hey my flat mate is out, what's wrong?” She demanded, hands on hips. You can't just come in here." Mr S shook his head. "No rent for 12 weeks, I think I can." Tess couldn't understand. "But, but we pay all the time." Both men were edging her back into bath room. "There's no mistake we want our rent paying or you're out this minute." Tess suddenly felt very uneasy. "But I can't pay, you've got this all wrong" She said nervously thinking surely her flat mate had posted the cheques. "We need to come to some deal," explained landlord," my son here has his ideas." Tess shrugged her shoulders looking puzzled. The son spoke. "Stop fucking with us and let's see you shower.” "What, but I don't understand." She gasped. Tess was pushed back into the cubicle and the spray turned on, instantly soaking her, making her slim pale body cling to the now see through fabric. "No stop, you can't be doing this ugghhh!" The hiss of water echoed around the bathroom. Mr S was half in the shower his large hands groping her tits through the wet material. The younger man his hands on her legs stroking them as the water ran down their long length. "Get that top off young lady," he snapped. And Tess gave a squeal as the pink top was ripped from her. "Oohhh, no, ooohhhh!" Both men had their hands all over her; they seemed not to care about getting wet. She could hear voices in the street but realized they'd never think a young woman was been groped right above their heads. Mr Sanchez was behind her his hands hooked around, mauling both tits, squeezing her pink nipples as he grunted in satisfaction. "What a fine young bitch you are, we could have come to this arrangement a long time ago." His son was holding her neck pushing her face up into the shower spray his other hand pushing dirty fingers between her lips roaming inside her mouth. "That's its honey relax we just want to sample your delights."Tess could only splutter as she tried to remove the large groping hands. They lifted her together, carrying Tess quickly to her bedroom as she gave a startled yelp. While Mr S pinned her, his son rummaged through the draws finding some stocking to bind her hands together. Her hands were pulled above her to the iron bed board were they were rapped with the material. The bound was strong but flexible allowing them to roll her over so she was half knelt half sprawled, facing the head board her wet arse high and accessible. “Mr Sanchez please stop we can sort this out." She pleaded blushing terribly. The son pushed another stocking between her lips to gag her and Mr S held both her butt cheeks in an admiring squeeze. "My dear you been very naughty not paying, a little spank then we will be on our way." Tes nodded in resignation looking back her eyes wide. Slap! Slap! Slap! She bucked as the fat man gave her full palm smacks her arse making wet splatting noises, slowly beginning to glisten red . "Mmmggh, mmmmmghhh!" She bit down wriggling desperately. "Are you sorry? Are you?" He asked as he continued to swipe. She bucked and wiggled nodding her head her eyes pleading desperately. Mr S stopped and began gently stroking her tender arse. "Yes maybe you are, we should go. But one thing first, you must prove it won't happen again. The son removed her gag. "Ok, ok just don't spank me anymore. "She answered then began to breath heavily as both men removed their pants. "You have aroused our passion; we want to be relieved by your pretty mouth." Tes began to moan as the men came either side of her head, their hard cocks out and eager. She stared straight ahead her eyes glancing from one dirty dick to another. Both men held her head tugging it first towards Mr S member. "Just a little suck, that's it my dear." Tes young lips encircled the oily head," mmm, mmm, slurp!" He slowly jerked forward as she coughed and gagged a little. "That's a good girl urrgghhhhh yeessss." He angled it to rub against the inside of her cheeks. "Mmmmmghhh!!!" Her head was pushed back and forth slowly, rhythmically, Mr S grunting in satisfaction. "Aaahh, ahhhh!" His son was more eager, pulling her head to his side as soon as she opened her trembling lips he rammed in making her choke. Mr S shouted in delight," yes that's it harder, come on you little slut show him you mean business," and Tess red with embarrassment increased her rhythm. Both men were stroking her damp back down over her waist to her now tender peach arse. She suddenly realized Mr S wasn't at the side of her anymore, she opened her eyes as his son continue to plough her mouth. Tes gave a muffled squeal; his father was pushing her knees apart, climbing onto the bed mounting her doggy style. She felt his hard cock against her thigh. She pulled away from the son's member. "Wait no, you said, uggh, uggh, ooooohhhh!" The fat bastard eased his hot prick into her very tight pussy. In one slow deliberated move all the way to its hairy base. "Ohhhh Tes, yessss!" Both his hands were around her tiny waist as he pumped her body onto him like she was some large sex toy. "What strong pussy lips, ugh, ugh, ugh!" His son hadn't tried to stop her pulling his cock out as he grinned watching the fucking. "That's it ride the bitch!" She was moaning loudly and the son clamped his hand over her mouth. "Oh god uggh, uggh you, uggh mmnnnnnffff!" He began to jerk faster and faster his hands almost encircling her waist. Tess felt him pull out, her pussy tingling with the friction. Then her blonde pony tail was tugged back. His cock was on her lips, his other hand wanking. The come spurted across her cheeks as she gave a horrified groan. He jacked furiously slapping her mouth and nose with his spunking member. "Ohh, urrgh, urghh that's it, that's it yesssss." His son now held her. "Turn over; I want you to get a good look at this baby." She tried to resist but was twisted with difficulty onto her back shaking her head to get rid of the come droplets spattered across it. The son slowly tugged the full length of his cock. "I've been waiting to do this for a long time you fucking tease." The answer machine suddenly came on; it was her flat mate saying she'd be home in fifteen minutes. Mr Sanchez sneered, "and we'll be waiting." He looked at his son. "Hurry with this one she can watch her friend perform very soon." The son held both of her calves pushing them up and back, his father held one high pulling it back towards her shoulder, the son pushed the other one back to the other side of her desperate face. "Oh god," she groaned in this exposed pose. With his free hand he guided his dick into her upturned pussy. "Ugghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" In this position he buried it deep and she felt totally filled as she gazed at her entrance been entered expertly. "Aahh, ahhh, aggghh!" He began to fuck hard and fast each thrust banging deep inside. She was panting the shower water now been replaced by her sweating skin. The man gave her a slap across the face. "Watch it go in you filthy bitch.” He pounded down, the bed rattling to the hard banging. His cock was long and hit deep inside her, the bed springs twanging as he bounced on her upturned cunt. “Oh I'm coming! Fuck gonna fill you up." She felt him shudder, then the sensation of wet inside her, spirt after spirt her moans increasing as she watch the completely cum soaked cock slide out of her. "Oh you bastard, you dirty bastard!" The dinner party gave a collective gasp, it had been like they had all been there watching. Like a three dimensional movie; allowing them to move like ghosts through Tess’s awful experience. Professer Jane’s chest was heaving in hyperventilation. She’d felt like she had been almost inches from the young woman’s face all the time able to smell the come as it filled the young Tess’s mouth. All the other women were also panting and shaking with horror. Samantha gave a shocked cry noticing the young student was no longer seated at the table. “Oh shit! Look!” Tess was on her knees, her hands in front of her like an obedient dog. Her dress had been torn from her by long powerful tentacles. She had her head up eyes closed as she sucked long deep gulps on a warty cock halfway down the beast's thigh, if you could call it a thigh. The cock seemed to be slowly jerking in one continuous ejaculation and white foam was appearing around the edge of her stretched mouth. Her throat was gently gulping as the young innocent beauty drank ever so steadily. The beast laughed in satisfaction. Rebecca shot a terrified look towards Dr Jane. "For pity's sake do something this is your fault!" A ringed tentacle as in response shot out across the table tearing into Rebecca's party dress and bra coiling around her chest encircling both breasts alike in tight vice grips. "You can be next in submitting." It hissed. Rebecca is about 5, 10 with a well toned expensive body. Nails, hair, and lashes all immaculate. She has shoulder length dark hair, high cheek bones and ruby lips along with an ever so English accent and wicked come to bed dark eyes. Think Liz Hurley or Rachel Weisz. She is in boring relationship and maybe secretly aroused by been taken so roughly and shamelessly. She is calculating but out of her depth, acting coy in this scene "You want to do what with my bottom; oh you couldn't possibly... could you?" etc. etc. Rebecca cried out then felt embarrassed as the occupants of busy street all glanced at her. The Cairo alley was crowded with stalls and peddlers the dry heat kept at bay by long canopies. She tried to think why she had shrieked to the obvious amusement of the local shop keepers, but only felt more than a little disorientated. There was a voice she instantly recognized. Her husband Lord Banister took her hand. "In here dear, this is the shop I was looking for." Her husband took her hand the beautiful woman trying to remember how she got here. Rebecca had married well after college and she was thrilled to now be Lady Rebecca. She smiled at him and thought nothing more about her confusion. This was Egypt and she was on honeymoon; again. As she entered the shop the two Arab merchants bowed enchanted by her looks. She was dress in a white blouse and khaki skirt with knee high boots like some 20’s explorer, as normal sexy lipstick and not a hair out of place. Her husband was already in debate with one man over an intricate woven rug while she browsed quietly. The other man, both old with craggy sun burnt skin bowed and scraped deferring to her clear breading. "Some tea, perhaps miss?" He offered. She smiled. "Yes that would be nice." And as her husband bartered she sipped the sweet liquid while the other man rather embarrassingly stared at her. Thud! A strong smelling salt awoke her from the deep sleep. She held her head dazed; she was on a hard dusty floor. Looking up she realized she was in a cellar with windows high up just reaching the street. Then she screamed. Her blouse had been ripped open, and as she lay on her back one of the merchants straddling her, his hands massaging her already hardening nipples. "Good god, what the hell, get off me you little worm, do you know who I am?" She said in her school mistress manner. She felt the other man pulling her skirt down over her booted legs. They were jabbering in Arabic, the one on her tits squeezing her nipples letting spittle drop from his mouth to points. As she tried to struggle she caught sight of her husband in a corner, tied and gagged to a chair. "Oh heavens, ugghhh!" She began to protest loudly but the men acted as if they couldn't understand, ripping her blouse off her pale shoulders then with a squeal of desperation from her, dragging her white panties down to show a dark trimmed pussy. She was struggling like a tiger and one of the men stumbled towards her husband. She instantly froze as he held a knife to his throat. She looked around at the scene; just another wooden chair, a padded chest and a large iron door, nowhere to go. The straddling man sensing her muscles relaxing returned to cupping her breasts as she whimpered. Her husband was struggling to break loose as the man held his nose cutting off his air supply. "Please leave him alone." Rebecca cried gritting her teeth from the painful squeezing she was getting. "It's me you want not him isn't it?" The man understood this time and as he descended on her she gave a high pitch, "Ohh heavens!" The cellar echoed to the grunts and groans of the three entwined figures. The men were naked apart from long white shirts, Rebecca with only her heeled black boots still on her well toned legs. The chest was flung open and one of the men held a phial over her. He gently poured the scented olive oil over her perfect mounds, across her neck down her tummy. Rebecca was holding them back but it was all for show, how could she escape and leave her husband. The other man eagerly massaged the oil on to her body. His slimy hand down to her slit, probing. She gave a little "aah," as his finger entered her, while her husband watched demented with horror and frustration. Rebecca's perfect red lips made an almost exact circle as she felt two fingers bend up towards her g spot. "Oooooooo!" Both men caressed the inside of her thighs pushing them wider allowing her to push herself up with her now free arms. The men again spoke in Arabic, ordering her to open more with hand gestures. She instinctively stretched her thighs wider. The men grunted and she gave a moan as they both pushed two fingers each up into her pussy. The man still had the knife in his hand and she tried to pacify him. Date with the Devil It was Halloween night, the air was bitter and cold. The wind chilled my exposed skin. as Darin and I walked along the empty street. We had left our friends party early. Though the drinks were still flowing and the costumes had been great, he'd lost interest. My skin tight, black leather, clung to every delicate curve of my body. My perky tits, bounced with every move I made, driving Darin mad with desire. He watched all night while I flirted with other men. They brought me drinks and stood around watching while I danced. Every now and then one would rest his hand on my shoulder, and let it wander down to my ass. I'd giggle loudly, letting their hands stay. Darin just watched from across the room, holding me in his dark stare. Finally, after a couple hours of holiday debauchery he pulled me into a dark room. "You little tease." His long fingers dug into my arm. I tried pulling away. "I'm having fun." I pouted. "I can tell." He loosened his grip and ran his hands over my leather clad arms. "I'm tired of watching you flip your ass all over this place. Let's get out of here." "Aw, come on. Just a little longer?" I begged, stomping my foot, like a spoiled little girl. "I don't think so. I'm over this place." He wrapped his long fingers around my upper arm again and led me out of the room. I stumbled over my own feet as he half dragged me out of the place. "Bye everybody! Happy Halloween!" I hollered to the room at large waving as we walked through the room. "Darin's being a meanie, he doesn't want to stay." I whined, waving to many of our friends and several of the guys that had provided me with such good company up to that point. A couple looked more than a little disappointed. I smiled one of my sexiest smiles at a particularly cute guy. Darin pulled me out into the cold night. "You are such a party pooper sometimes, you know that Darin?" He walked quickly. I had to hurry to keep up with him. "Yeah well you can be such a slut sometimes. But you know that." He spit his jealous words at me and walked on. I wrapped my arms around myself, rubbing at the cold, thin leather. It did nothing to warm me against the chill. I noticed Darin's jacket, but knew he wouldn't offer it to me. "Come on. It's fucking cold out here." "Ugh." I stomped passed him, glaring as I went. "I should have let you leave without me." The heavy heels of my boots clicked on the cement. Bitter wind tangled my hair. My face burned despite it. "What's your fucking problem?" His hand closed on my shoulder. He turned me to face him. "What's my problem? What's your problem? I was just trying to have a good time. Which you seem to be incapable of." I shouted and shrugged his hand away. "Sorry if my good times don't involve my girlfriend hitting on everything with a dick that passes by. You were like a god damn blood hound back there." "Whatever." I turned, and walked away again. I refused to turn to check if he was following me. It didn't matter. I knew where I was going. He would find his way there eventually. My breath rose in front of me in white puffs as I stomped away. I couldn't hear anyone behind me. The night seemed suddenly darker. The wind continued to blow. It pulled at my hair, banged shutters against houses, and shook chain link fences. A dog was barking somewhere on the next block. I shivered against the wind, wrapping my arms around myself again. Big old houses with no lights on loomed around me. Halloween had never been creepier as I walked alone down a seemingly abandoned street. I was having second thoughts about leaving my companion behind. Sure he'd be alright, but what about me? The neighborhood I was in wasn't terrible, but it seemed a whole hell of a lot worse now that I was walking in it alone, after dark. The walk itself seemed longer too. There were several blocks between me and the safety of my own house. I just couldn't believe that Darin would leave me like that. Or rather, let me leave him. Hadn't he seen the way I was dressed? Forget ghosts and ghouls, what about all the dangerous, men out there? I didn't even have a coat on. I shivered and cursed Darin. How dare he! A car drove by slowly, as if on cue. Two men inside stared out. Goosebumps spread over my entire body. I held my head high and looked forward, pretending not to notice. Though, my heart beat seemed faster than ever before. As they pulled away I let out a long low breath. I hadn't even realized I'd been holding it. "Jesus Christ." I muttered to myself, shaking away the chill, the fear. Why hadn't I worn a jacket? Tears were forming in the corners of my eyes, hot against my cool skin. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I yelped and jumped turning on my assailant. "Damn it Tanya. What are you doing?" Darin was standing there, just inches from my raised fists. His tall slender frame, a welcome sight. He pulled his long, lean arms out his dark over coat, then wrapped it around my shoulders. "If you were this determined to fuck a stranger, I wish you would have just told me. At least you were among friends back there." "Fuck off, Darin." I moved away from his embrace, but pulled his coat tighter around me. I was glad he had come. "Come on Tanya, you know that was stupid. I considered letting you go. But then I saw those creeps watching you and I just couldn't leave you in that kind of danger." He motioned in the direction the car had driven and stepped closer to me. I didn't pull away. It felt good, being so close to him. It didn't matter that he was such an asshole. At least he was there. The street light cast his shadow across my face. I looked up at him. His face was gaunt and pale like the rest of him. His large dark eyes sat under his heavy brow, always brooding. He rarely smiled. But at that moment he let one escape. His thin lips revealed two rows of perfectly straight, gleaming white teeth. He had the look of a predator then. Something evil, crept into his eyes. "Hey, if I say I'm sorry will you help me with something?" I looked at him, my eye brows drawn together. The look in his eye made me wonder if my safety was ranking very high on his list, after all. "What do you want?" I narrowed my eyes and stepped out of his shadow. "Oh just to live out a fantasy." His eyes darted to something behind me, then back to my face. "If I recall you have a similar one yourself." He nodded towards what he'd been looking at. I turned to see it. There it was in the shadows, standing several yards from the sidewalk, a large, dilapidated church. Over grown ivy clung to it's brick exterior, the spindly stems brought to mind spider webs. Many of the stained glass windows had been broken out and covered with boards of plywood. A heavy chain and padlock hung from it's double doors. "What, exactly did you have in mind?" I had to admit the prospect was exciting. I could recall telling Darin that I had wanted to be sodomized in a church before. Though, my fantasy involved a full congregation on Sunday morning. His idea wasn't so terrible. It had a nice dark feel to it, very holiday appropriate. "I think I can get us in." He stepped behind me and wrapped me in his long arms. His breath was hot on my ear. The mere prospect of doing something so bad allowed me to forget that I was mad at him. After all, he had given me his coat right? "Follow me." The excitement in his voice was contagious. I took his hand as he led me around the back of the building. It was even darker there, as we stumbled through the brambles and bushes that surrounded it. He pulled something out of his pocket then began jiggling the handle of a single wooden door. I leaned against the wall, the dried ivy grabbed at my hair. We stood out of the wind, though it still shook the bare trees above us. Darin laughed triumphantly. I heard the door creak open then thud against the wall within. "Eternal damnation awaits." He reached for my hand. I took it, laughing as I crossed the threshold. Scenes from a hundred scary movies flashed in my mind but I ignored them. What was there to be afraid of anyway? I wondered where we were going as I followed Darin through the dark, musty hall. It lead to a closed door and a stairway. Darin tried the door, it was locked. Using his cell phone as a flashlight, he examined the lock. "Let's go up." He held the phone above his head pointing it up. The pale blue light illuminated the stairs. My heart raced at the ghostly appearance. Cob webs hung like cotton from the ceiling and trailed the length of the stairs. The darkness from the top landing crept down, devouring everything in it's path. The light from Darin's cell phone seemed to falter with fear of the heavy blackness before it. I dug my nails into Darin's arm. "I think we should go. This is really creepy." "Oh, come on Tanya. Where's your sense of adventure?" He wrapped one arm around my waist. "My sense of adventure is just fine. It's my sense of dark creepy stairways in abandoned churches that is worrying me right now." "Here, let me help." He closed his phone with a definite snap. Everything went black. I squealed. His arms were around me instantly. He pressed me against the wall. I could smell his arousal as his lips searched for mine in the complete darkness. With his hands on either side of me, he leaned against my body. His hard cock nudged at my belly, bringing that familiar warmth to my pussy. "We'll be alright, we just have to let our eyes adjust to the darkness." With one hand in my hair and the other on my ass he pulled me against him. His tongue seized my mouth. His hand kneaded my ass. I raised my knee up over his hip. He pulled me up with both hands on my ass. I ground my leather clad pussy against his cock. It strained against his jeans, as he moaned into my mouth. "Do you wanna fuck me here?" I asked, breathless, between his deep searching kisses. "No, let's find a better place." He lowered me to the floor. I slid down the cool, damp wall. We stumbled up the stairs, hand in hand, testing each step gingerly. Once at the top we stumbled around some more. Our eyes had adjusted, though just barely. I ran into something then screamed. It clanged loudly on the floor, accompanying the echoes. "Shit Darin, what was that?" I felt him lean forward in front of me to inspect what had fallen. "Were in luck, baby." I could hear the smile in his words. Then, with the flick of his lighter he lit several old candles in a tarnished candelabra. His wicked smile stretched from ear to ear. "Come on." My heart still racing, I followed him through a long dank hall to another doorway. There was no door and we passed through it. We stepped out into a loft, several pews stretched out before us. Darin held the candelabra above his head and turned around slowly. It's soft golden light flickered over the sanctuary below. The altar lay under years of dust. A statue of Jesus looked out over the absent congregation, his bloody tears showed in the shimmering candle light. I stood in awe of the scene as the three small candles burned. Their tiny light shinning dimly among the long shadows that stretched from the ceiling to the floor. "How perfect is this?" Darin came up behind me. He pulled my thick dark hair off of my neck and breathed in my ear. His hard cock let itself be known in the small of my back. His hands danced over my shoulders and tits as he pressed me against him from behind. He bit at me ear. My nipples grew hard under his hands. Working quickly, he pulled the zipper in the front of my costume and slid his cold hands under the leather, kneading and squeezing my tits. I backed myself into him, he guided me forward, slowly with each step he took. When we reached the banister at the front of the balcony he peeled my jumpsuit off of my shoulders, revealing my small perky breasts to Jesus' crying face. The cool air hit them, teasing my nipples to even harder points. Heat rushed through my core as he slid my costume over my hips. It dropped to the floor. There I stood, like a sacrifice to some arcane belief. 'God is dead, and no one cares...' a line from a nearly forgotten song played in my mind. Darin's long cool fingers ran the length of my body. I could feel his breath, hot on my skin as he kissed the backs of my shoulders. He pushed my torso down so that my tits pressed against the banister. His kisses trailed down my back. I stiffened when he laid his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. "Mmm, how I love sin!" His silky voice drifted from behind me as his tongue darted between my cheeks. He licked at my tiny puckered hole, and squeezed my cheeks. He pulled so hard I felt as though he was splitting me in two. The unmistakable zip of his pants being undone warned me of what was to come. He kept licking at my ass, lapping at it hungrily. When I turned to look, he held his cock in his hand, stroking it wildly. "Are you going to fuck my ass or what?" It was more of a demand than a question, and it did the trick. Darin stood without hesitation. We moaned together as he eased his rock of a dick into my asshole. My face burned and I pushed myself against him. I gasped as my ass met his hips, taking the full length of him inside. He reached around and squeezed at my tits. As his thrusts grew harder and harder, my screams grew louder. They echoed throughout the empty church. The sound alone was thrilling enough to send me reeling. Then another sound caught my attention. It was the sound of the rotten wood splintering with each thrust of Darin's cock, the sound of crumbling debris as it fell onto the pews beneath us. Then, finally, the sound of Darin's scream as we fell two stories to the ground below. That was it. There was nothing. Nothing and blackness. I called out for Darin. There was no reply, not even an echo. I drifted, in a daze, rolling through the blackness. Then, gradually the blackness faded into gray, but still nothing. I felt a calmness I've never known as I watched my naked body tumble before me. It went on for what felt like eternity. I fell, my body sprawled aimlessly, legs and arms rolling, flopping. And, with a thump, I landed. The distant horizon materialized first, high craggy mountains of black and gray, laced with molten red veins. The sky above waved with the intensity of a heat not known to the living. Fire blazed around me, licking at my exposed flesh. I screamed, the sound didn't leave my head. It rattled inside, driving me mad. I ran, but the flames followed everywhere I went. The sound of my screams propelled me forward. I ran and ran, until my lungs felt like they would burst. Then, I collapsed. As my chest heaved I realized the cries were not my own. My own had been drowned out by the screams of so many others. Wailing torment surrounded me. Figures came into view, twisting, writhing, screaming. Creatures of indescribable splendor poked and prodded at their tortured frames. My insides rolled with fear and excitement. I wretched, bile splattered on the hard, broken earth beneath me. My tears followed, rolling down my cheeks, cold compared to the heat of the burning landscape. "Don't cry, little one." A sound like rolling thunder broke over me. I slunk as close to the scorched earth as I could. His hand, as hot as wild fire, found my chin, turning my face upward. Sharp, gleaming, white teeth smiled down at me. His face was kind, despite the sparkling teeth and golden eyes. He wasn't red, but reddish. His skin shone like burnished stone. Thick black hair hung long around his beautiful face. Full, soft lips closed over his frightening teeth. "You've had quite a fall, haven't you?" I nodded. What else could I do? My voice would have failed me. The hand that held my face was huge, with each finger large enough to crush me. "Do you know where you are?" I nodded again, still in awe of my captor. "Do you know why you are here?" He raised his eyebrows as he looked down at me. I looked into his golden eyes, unable to even blink, let alone speak. I must have nodded, again, because he smiled again and helped me to my feet. "Your life of debauchery reserved you a place here many years ago. As your desires grew more and more obscure your placement here shifted from one area to another. When finally, your foolishness in that old church brought you here. Directly to me." His laughter rumbled in his chest, seeming to shake the very ground. Flames licked at my bare feet. I jumped away, clinging to his massive arm. It was so smooth, warm, and polished. "Don't mind the heat, little one, you'll get used to it." I relaxed my grip, but kept my hand upon his skin. I looked around again, taking in all that I saw. For Hell, it didn't seem all that bad. It was nothing like the scary Sunday School stories that I remembered from my childhood. In fact, as I looked around I realized the similarities between it and many of the nightclubs that had been a regular at. A lot of the torture was sexy, even tempting at times. I looked around myself, marveling at all the strange and interesting things that were happening. My companion's rumbling laughter soothed me, despite the screaming and thrashing that surrounded us. "You're here for me. Did you know that?" I shook my head, still unable to speak. "You're here to do what I say when I say it." He held me at arms length, examining me. "You are a rather nice human specimen aren't you?" I blushed at the complement. He pinched my nipple with his large fingers, then slapped at my tit. It jiggled in response. I blushed again. "Well, let's see what you're made of then." The dark cloth he'd been wearing around his waist disappeared. My eyes grew wide at the sight before me. There was no hair there, just the same beautiful reddish skin. That, and a cock like no other. It stood huge and erect nearly level with my eyes, pulsing and throbbing. And right behind it (or above, depending on where you were standing) stood another cock, not quite as big but pulsing with the same intensity as it's counterpart. My mouth watered at the sight, my pussy jumped and sizzled. I don't know that I had ever been so excited in all my life. I wanted to taste it, to taste them, to feel their smooth hard skin against my face. My new friend smiled down at me, motioning for me to come closer. I reached out to touch, first one, then the other. His skin was so hot, it nearly burned. The thrill of it coursed through me as I held them both, one in each hand, stroking their hot flesh. The juice from my pussy gushed and ran down my thighs. I moaned and rocked my body, pressing my tits against his double cock. Then, out of nowhere came another cock. It was smaller than the first two, but still large enough to make any lady blush. It stroked my cheek, and ran over my lips. I felt something on my back and realized that the third cock had come from behind. His long, snakelike tail was wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. At the tip of it was the cock that teased my mouth. I writhed and moaned, completely under his spell. My body shook with a passion I'd never experienced as mere contact with him sent orgasm after mind numbing orgasm through my whole being. Tears poured down my face as he lifted me into the air and turned me away from him. The smallest of his three dicks prodded at my lips. I opened them eagerly, welcoming every inch, sucking it into my mouth. I shuttered as it forced itself into the back of my throat. And there, the rolling, crushing beauty of yet another orgasm began in my throat and radiated right through me. My empty pussy convulsed wildly. But not for long. The huge tip of his largest cock split me open as he lowered me onto it. Before I could accustom myself to it's girth, his second cock tore through my ass. Complete ecstasy shook the very core of me as he brought me down on both of his glorious cocks. He pumped with ease as I screamed out again and again, tears streaming down my face. It should have hurt, but it didn't. My screams should have been of pain not pleasure. But they weren't. Every second was a joy I'd never known. This was what I'd been looking for all of my life. And I had to die and go to hell to find it. Date with the Devil Oh, but the joke was on them wasn't it? My hell was turning out to be my paradise as well. Eternal damnation didn't seem so bad after all. I laughed through my tears as the devil reamed me from behind. His three dicks working every hole I had. I found myself wishing I had more for him to take. My body was more alive than it had ever been. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh FUCK Yes!" I screamed, I'd found my voice and all the joy inside of me exploded out as I screamed again and again. But then there was nothing. Not the same nothing as before. No, I stood in the same place, surrounded by tortured souls, screaming, crying, scratching at the earth. I fell to my knees and did the same. The flames around me blistered my flesh, but it didn't matter. The most excruciating pain was that of his absence. I blubbered like a child, rolling myself on the ground, kicking my legs, pounding my fists. Some beautiful creature came along to poke at me with a large phallus topped stick. I laid still and cried, begging for him to come back. There he was too, just out of my reach, his large rippling back to me. Another naked body lay at his feet. He stepped aside and pulled him up. The lanky, unmistakable frame of Darin, stood to it's full height. He looked around as dumbfounded as I had been. I could see it on his face as everything came into focus for him. The sudden realization of where he was, the fear. But, it didn't last long. Soon the fear became the complete and utter rapture that I had felt just moments before. The devil was giving Darin the very same treatment that he'd given me. I clawed at the ground again, kicking and pushing at the lovely demon that harassed me. "No, no, no." My screams went unnoticed as Darin was dropped to the ground and given over to his own demon. The devil's golden eyes fell upon me again. It calmed me instantly to be in his gaze. Maybe he would come back. His face broke into the cruelest of grins. "Just where did you think you were, little one?" His laughter rumbled around us all, as we writhed and screamed for the rest of eternity.