1 comments/ 19870 views/ 7 favorites Super-unnatural Ch. 01 By: LukeCoolhand She was pleased to finally find a quiet place on the busy beach. Really, all Hazel wanted was a quiet place to read a new book. She didn't want to be bothered by pesky kids, or worse, by the dozens of testosterone-driven males hunting their sun-worshipping prey. Not that she was a sun-worshipper herself. At 31, she was fair, almost to the point of being pale. She was also recently separated and awaiting the finalisation of her divorce from her cheating husband. So, it was understandable that she wasn't in the mood to entertain the attentions of any man, despite the best intentions of her good friends... and the less-honourable ones of the guys who thought she would make an easy lay. The truth was, Hazel wasn't really the type who put out. That was what her ex- used as an explanation for his indiscretions. It was hard to dispute that too -- she could think of many occasions when she pushed him away because she was just "not in the mood". When the judge asked them during the divorce proceedings if they had consummated their marriage, their respective answers were so different as to make the judge wonder if they had been married to each other. Yes, their marriage was consummated, according to Hazel. The 'dirty deed' was done in the dark, right after the raucous and drunken party he had called their wedding dinner. She hadn't ever wondered about the act of sex before marriage, and after that, she simply wondered what the fuss was all about. Frigid. That was what her ex- called her, and she had had to admit it was true and correct, even though the word hurt. She wanted to be normal, of course. Everybody wanted to be normal. But it just didn't seem to be "normal" for her to enjoy that act. Hazel selected her spot under the tree carefully, a sandy, soft spot between two of the tree's thick roots. They reminded her of outstretched legs, those roots, but the thought actually comforted her. It'd be nice to sit between somebody's outstretched legs like that and just lean back, she thought... and not have to worry about some beastly attack because that somebody started getting excited. No, the tree's roots provided security where a man wouldn't. Looking around to check her surroundings, she found herself wondering why it was there didn't seem to be anyone remotely near the tree. It was a huge old thing, its branches offering cool shady respite from the heat of the sun. Surely it would attract some of the beachgoers in a while? But no, everyone seemed to give it a wide berth. Which suited her fine. She examined it closely. It didn't look like anything was wrong with it. Better yet, she couldn't see any ants or other bugs crawling along its smooth bark. The tree would be the perfect place for her to start reading the book she'd been wanting to read for weeks now. Hazel removed the towel from around her, grateful for her solitude. She was wearing her new bikini, which her (former) best friend had given her two birthdays ago. She'd not had the courage to put it on... not when she knew her then-hubby would be lusting for a grope and more if he saw her in it. Now that she was alone... she'd thought about putting on her old suit, but decided to put this one on instead, as a sort of celebration of her impending divorce. She put the towel down on the sand and sat down on it, careful to not turn around to give any of the guys on the beach a view of her ass. She had been told often enough that it was her best asset, along with her long legs.What was it he'd said? "They look best wrapped around me" or something like that. Disgusting. Running her hands across the length of the towel, she ensured it was level before she settled down, crossed her legs and leaned back against the tree, before opening her book. It turned out to be a great book too. Ironic that, she could pick a great book out, but she was much poorer at picking out a good guy. Damn. Gotta stop feeling bad about him, she told herself as she tried to concentrate on the words on the page. Let's really get into this. She couldn't tell how long she had been reading before she felt it. Something was pressing up against her crotch, in the general area of her privates. It felt hard, and for a moment, she forgot where she was and panicked, thinking it was him again, with his ridiculous demands. She raised her eyes from her book, her mind snapping back to the reality of where she was, and smiled. She was under a tree at the beach, alone and safe from his harrassment. But the hardness she felt was still there. Damn, I must have sat on a root, she thought to herself, and shifted slightly to her left. The hardness followed her, pressing obscenely up at her as she settled down again. Shit, that's a big root! she thought as she put her book down beside her and spread her legs to look at the space between them. The towel lay smooth against the sand, the only indentations on its surface made by her bum. She picked up her towel and draped it over the root on her left, then ran her hand over the spot she had sat on. Nothing. No root, nothing hard. It felt soft, like just the way sand was supposed to feel. Come to think of it, there wasn't that hardness there anymore too. Hmmm. She sighed, thinking herself too imaginative by half. He's not here to bother me, she thought to herself. I should be enjoying my day at the beach. She leaned back against the tree once more, scooting her bum closer to the join of the roots at its base. To give herself a little more security, she stretched out her legs in front of her and crossed them at the knees. Then she picked up her book and started reading again. Damn. There it was again. Right when she was getting more involved in the story she was reading she felt it again. A rounded harded, pressing up at the cleft of her buttocks and threatening her private parts once more. She spread her legs wide and looked down. Was she sitting on a crab? But there was nothing there. Not even a lump under her towel. Strange. I suppose you want to come in, just like everyone else, she thought as she looked at the area of the towel she had been sitting on. Well, come on in, if you can. She surprised herself with a sudden giggle, and decided to leave her legs spread so she could catch sight of what it was that was disturbing her the moment it attacked her. All she would have to do was lift the book off her tummy, and she would be able to see it. Picking up her book, Hazel continued reading where she'd left off, grateful that her powers of imagination allowed her to sink quickly back into the story. She got so involved in the story that she didn't realise anything had changed until she reached the end of the chapter. Then, she realised that there was something hard down there again, pressing up against her crotch. Only this time, it felt like it was inside her bikini panties. What the..? she thought as she felt her lower lips pressed apart by something cool, hard and rounded. It felt like... like... she wasn't sure what it felt like. It just seemed to be intent on penetrating her sex. "Fuck!" she swore, flinging her book away and plunging her hands into her panties to protect her soft nether regions from the mysterious intruder. It must be a crab or shellfish of some sort, she thought as she did so, and realised a second later that she was in a very public place, with her hands down in her pants. Damn. She looked up and about, her pants snapping back onto her tummy as she withdrew her hands. Whew. No one was looking in her general direction, much less near enough to witness her indiscreet behaviour. The bloody thing was still there, rooting about, pressing forward into her softness. She gasped as she felt the lower part of her vulva begin to stretch to accept the thing seeking entry into her. It felt big, much larger than her ex-'s had been. Still looking about to ensure she wasn't being observed, she cautiously raised the waistband of her pants and tried to look past the wispy mound that obscured her view of what was down there. She couldn't see a thing, but she could still feel it at work, pushing insistently upwards, into her. Fuck, she thought as she realised she didn't care if someone chanced upon her like that - she just had to stop the thing from going in, whatever it was. Her left hand shot into her pants and reached down to touch her soft lower parts. She was so certain she would find something that she was shocked to realise there was nothing there. Worse, the sensation of something pushing in had stopped, and all she felt was... Hazel withdrew her hand and examined her wet fingertips. What's wrong with me? she thought as quickly wiped her fluid off on her panties. I'm sure I felt... something... Or did she? The thought entered her head as quickly as the previous thought left. Maybe... he's right. Maybe I'm mad... She looked down at the area between her legs again, and realising that her posture was somewhat obscene, quickly brought her legs together. I... hope I'm not losing it, she thought as she pulled her legs tightly together and locked her knees. I don't want to end up in the looneybin. Hazel sat there for a few moments, wondering if she should leave, but the idea of trudging through the now crowded beach was highly discouraging. Besides, there was the matter of the next chapter. She just had to know what would happen next. Never mind, she thought to herself. Nothing was there, and nothing will get in... not while I'm sitting like this. She picked up her book again, trying to keep her consciousness in the middle, between the story unfolding before her mind's eye, and the reality of the shaded area she was sitting in. After a long while, though, she found herself swept away by the novel once more. The book was that engaging. It took her even longer to realise something was happening down there. Her first realisation came when she became suddenly aware that her legs were spread wide apart, as widely as the roots on either side of her would allow. At about the same time, she became aware that the thing that had been attacking her was back, inside her panties, pressing apart her slippery labia once more. She didn't know why she did it. It might have been instinct, and it might have been her curiosity and need to know what was going on. The moment she felt it there once more, probing and seeking the entrance to her body, she suddenly sat forward, pushing her vulva down hard on whatever it was that was threatening her. She realised her mistake the moment she felt her insides stretch wider than ever around it. It was huge enough to make her cry out. "Fuck!" she yelled as she felt the thing press its way into the entrance of her vagina. Remembering herself once more, she quickly looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to her. No one had heard her, apparently, because everyone kept on doing whatever it was they were doing. All the while, she was keenly aware of the way her vaginal sheath was slowly swallowing up the monstrous protuberance slipping in her. She pulled her legs up beneath her and stood up, cursing softly under her breath. The feeling left her as quickly as it had come, leaving a little sensation of soreness between her thighs. Shit! What the fuck was that? she thought again as she pulled the waistband of her panties off her tummy and peered inside. Nothing again. Her right hand went in this time, with similar results. There was nothing there. Nothing had attacked her. In spite of what she had felt, nothing had entered her. All she felt was more wetness between her legs. Shit. Shit. Shit. Deciding she had had enough, Hazel picked up her towel, wrapped it tightly around her, and stood up. As she stepped out from under the tree, she was temporarily blinded by the sunlight -- it had been much darker under the tree than she had thought. Strange, she thought to herself, focusing her attention on the area between her thighs. It was very wet down there... but of the large intruder, there was no apparent sign. I must be going mad, she thought grimly as she began to walk back to her house. Super-unnatural Ch. 02 This was one of those times when Hazel absolutely knew that she was alone at home. Ted was away for a conference or something, so he wouldn't suddenly burst in on her. Truth was, he never came back before 11 anyway. He was always busy at work, and when he wasn't he had all that entertaining to do. She hated the fake socialising that he seemed to revel in, so she never joined it. That was the only reason why she was naked in the bedroom tonight. It had to be. She wouldn't be naked now otherwise. Hazel looked at her image in the floor length mirror. She looked as she always did -- on the skinny side, with smallish breasts and none-too-pronounced hips. She was very much the envy of many of her more well-rounded friends, but she didn't know what the fuss was all about -- as far as she was concerned, she was happy with the way she was, apart from the fact that her large eyes and small face made her look elf-like (and drew the unwanted attention of the guys). As she looked in the mirror, she couldn't see what it was that made the guys go wild. She stepped back a bit so she could look at her reflection more completely, and felt the bedknob brush against her buttocks. That damned Ted insisted on this whimsical bed... she would have preferred a simple one, but no, he had to have this one with its four bedposts, each topped by a rounded knob. It wasn't strictly a four-poster bed, in the sense that the bedposts were no taller than her legs were long, and she disliked it for the way that it was neither here nor there -- she had bumped into the legs often enough to wish that she had spoken up more when he insisted on getting this one. Oh well. She realised that she still couldn't see her full reflection in the mirror. She couldn't remember why it was important that she see herself completely, but it didn't matter anyway. Somehow, for whatever reason she might have had, she had to. Hazel moved back a step more, raising her left leg onto the bed to do so. Looking in the mirror, she suddenly realised that this position left her demure pussy with its small tuft of wispy hair poised just over the bedknob. In fact, she saw "it" more clearly now than she had ever done before. Strange... she thought she should be disgusted at her own wanton display of her private parts, yet she was curiously detached. It was like she was watching a movie about herself looking at herself in the mirror. It surprised her most that it didn't seem weird or out of place to her. Yet her next move surprised her even more. As she looked at her own naked pussy in the mirror, she saw her image lowering herself down onto the knob. She felt the cold, rounded metal pressing against her vulva at the same time. What... what am I..? She thought. But in spite of her doubts, she found herself pressing down on the bedknob further, feeling her labia being thrust apart. That... it's disgusting, she thought. But it's also... familiar... She looked at the face of her image in the mirror and was amazed to see the look of sheer lust reflected in her eyes. What the..? That's not me! she thought, even as she felt her legs betray her. Her weight was being brought to bear on the bedknob at the entrance to her vagina, and although she was slight, she was not immune to the effects of gravity. Groaning, she felt her insides begin to stretch around the knob, yawning to swallow the entire thing into her body. "No!" she managed to cry out, and sat up. It was a dream. It was only a dream, she told herself. Nothing more. Yet she felt a little... stretched down there. Just like she had in the afternoon when something... had also entered her. Hazel shivered at the memory. The sensation of the bedknob entering her vagina was exactly like that she had felt at the beach. And her pussy was just as wet, if not more so, now... after that realistic dream. Did it..? Did it enter? She wondered. She thought back on what had happened at the beach. It had just been pressed up against her crotch at the beginning. Then she had felt it under her panties, pressing inwards. She had felt her nether regions open up and begin to stretch as it... as it... oh god. I'm going mad, she concluded as she reached for another pair of panties to pull over the ones she was already wearing. I'm... I need help. She couldn't really get a good night's rest after that. She tossed and turned, trying to get to sleep, yet fearing the dream and the feeling of something down there, pressing inwards, invading her most private secrets. When she did manage to slip into semi-consciousness, she quickly became wide awake with every little sound she heard. For the first time in the three years since her separation, Hazel felt more than a little spooked. She was more than a little glad to see the light of dawn slowly creep into her bedroom window. Damn it, that took a long time, she thought to herself as she sat up to watch the sun rise. In the light of day, she felt a little less exposed and vulnerable. After washing up and loading her system with three cups of coffee, Hazel felt much better. In fact, she felt safe enough to consider going back to that strange tree that everyone seemed to avoid. Maybe I should, she thought. It might help clear up some of the mystery behind what's happening to me. At about 9 o'clock, she set out to find the tree she had sat under, the day before. It was bright and sunny, much like the previous day. And there were lots of people up and about, more so than yesterday. For once, she was happy to be amongst people. They made her feel safe. This time, she was wearing a large tee shirt over a pair of shorts. She thought they would offer better protection than the thin bits of cloth that made up her bikini. As she approached the tree she had sat under, she realised that although the beach was even more crowded today, there wasn't a single soul that appeared to want to be near it. As she walked into the shaded area under the tree, she finally understood why -- the tree did not offer shade as much as it did a sense of gloom and foreboding. It was so cool under the thing's branches that she broke out in goosebumps the moment she slipped into its shadow. Hazel shivered. She looked at the spot where she had sat the day before and wondered if she should continue on her quest. The sense of gloom surrounding her was almost suffocating. Besides, the sand at the base of the tree looked like it had yesterday -- smooth and undisturbed. Except... well, except that she should have left some marks in the sand when she sat there. But no, it looked smooth and untouched, just like it had yesterday. What... was I dreaming? she thought as she approached the spot just before the join of the tree's roots. It looked... like a woman's outstretched legs. Shit, get a hold of yourself, she scolded herself, remembering her mission. She dove forward and began digging in search of that elusive thing that she had felt inside... underneath her, before she could change her mind. The sand was soft under her fingers, and she wasn't able to make much headway because of it. Every scoop of sand she shovelled out slid back into the hole she was trying to dig. Damn. I've got to move faster, she thought, as she pressed on undeterred. I've got to find out what it was that... "What do you think you're doing?' she heard someone demand behind her and the voice startled her so much that she turned around too quickly and fell onto her butt. She saw a man with white hair, a white moustache and wild, scary eyes glaring at her. "What are you trying to do?" he demanded again and took a step forward. Hazel shrank away from him, not just because he looked a little crazy. As he looked into her eyes, she had felt millions of ants suddenly running about inside her pants. She would've thought she had sat on an ant's nest if it wasn't for the feeling that the ants were coming out of her. Out of her quivering vagina, to be precise. The tiny feet were crawling up and down her labia, frantically running across a most sensitive spot down there. Oh god. They were even going... back there. It felt like the ants were creeping into the cleft of her butt, frantically trying to find another place to hide. And they found it too. She almost cried out when she felt some tickling at the entrance of her asshole, threatening an invasion of that orifice. It took all her willpower to stay still and not do one of two things -- either remove her pants and panties right there and then or rub herself up against the root that she knew was right behind her, just to stop the maddening itching. She couldn't do either, of course. Not while the mad man was staring at her as if he knew what was going in down there, inside her panties. His eyes seemed to undress her and leave her naked, and she decided she should leave before he did anything untoward. Quickly standing up on unsteady legs, she strode swiftly past the mad man, half expecting him to grab her or assault her. He did no such thing, though. He just kept his wild eyes on her as she walked away. She could feel his eyes on her even though she wasn't looking in his direction... and she knew he was still glaring at her because the ants were still running about down there. As she walked further away from the tree and the man, the itching in her genital area lessened, then disappeared. She was a little relieved, and also a little disgusted. She could feel her own wetness down between her legs, and her anal region still twitched with the memory of the recent intrusion. What is going on? she thought to herself as she walked back home once more. I'm not going back there anymore. It's just too weird. That old guy was just... I'm not going back, and that's it. Super-unnatural Ch. 03 This time she knew she was dreaming. It was the same dream she had had the previous night, or rather, a continuation of it. Her first awareness of it was when she was looking at herself sitting on the bedknob in the mirror, and feeling the knob pressing upwards between her thighs. Because she knew it was a dream, she tried hard to stop herself from imitating the actions of her reflection in the mirror, but her legs would not obey her. "Stand up!" she said to herself in her mind, but her legs bent further, pushing the knob harder against her soft lower parts. She gasped as she felt the entrance to her vagina open to swallow the bedknob. It felt just like the thing that she had sat on under the tree, except... the bedknob was going in deeper than the thing had. "Ohhhhhh..." she groaned as she felt her vulva stretch around the thickest part of the knob. Then the pressure on her labia lessened as her lips slid past the middle of the knob, the pressure moving inwards, into her private parts. Her head spun as she looked at herself in the mirror -- the reddened gash of her sex no longer looked so strained, but she could see a slight bump in her flat belly as the bedknob continued its progress into her. Oh god. Stop it, Hazel. Stop it. You... you're fucking yourself on the bedknob! But her body still wouldn't listen to her frantic appeals and she could only watch as her reflection continued driving her hips downwards, pressing the bedknob into her body as deeply as it would go. Hazel suddenly remembered that the bedknob was topped by a smaller protrusion, just moments before she felt it press against her cervix... and at about the same time she heard Ted's voice outside the bedroom door. "Honey, I'm home," he was saying, and she knew what it meant. He was going to come in and see her fucking herself on the bedknob and he would... he would... The overriding sense of panic woke her up. She sat up, her heart pounding, her head still filled with the images and her body with the sensations of her dream. It was so real she swore she could feel the throbbing ache in her vagina, where the bedknob had... had... god, was she going mad? Was it true what her friends said, that she would miss sex so much she would go crazy? But... she didn't even like it to begin with. Why would she miss something she thought was a chore and a bother? Hazel got up and got herself a towel to wipe the sweat off her head and body (and other fluids from her sopping wet crotch). Then she made her way to the kitchen to get herself a warm drink. Was she really going mad? What should she do? Not trusting the seductive combination of her imagination and her bed, she sat in the kitchen and mused upon her problem. Was there really something wrong with her? Or was it... something else? She remembered the wild eyes on the old man who had accosted her on the beach and shivered once more. Was there something unseen that she... had trespassed upon when she unwittingly sat under that tree? Who could help her? There was no other choice. She didn't have many friends anyway, and of those she had, the only one who even knew anything about these things was Trudy. Whom she'd sworn never to speak to again. Not after what she had done. But... Hazel just didn't know whom else to turn to. Shit. I guess I have to swallow my pride and ask her, she thought to herself, her fingers gripping tightly at the now empty cup in her hands. But as the sun rose, so did the doubts in her mind. No, it wouldn't be a good idea, after all. Trudy was no longer someone she could trust. And telling her something this... intimate... would be too damaging. Besides, what would she say? I think something got into my vagina and I don't know how it got in there? She gave a wry smile. I can imagine what Trudy's response to that would be. She's not exactly the most tactful of people. Hazel didn't know how long she had sat there, but after a while, she realised that she had to start getting ready to work. She still felt tired -- not surprising considering that she had not had a good night's sleep for a couple of nights -- but it was a Monday and it wouldn't do for her to just call in sick. Not when her boss had a whole of stuff for her to do this week. Good. Getting into her regular routine kept her mind off what had happened to her, both in her dreams and at the beach. It gave her a sense of purpose, and made her experience a little less real. I'm glad the weekend is over with, she thought. Maybe it also means the bad dreams will stop too. Unfortunately, her respite lasted only till lunchtime. She had been kept busy all morning answering calls and scheduling meetings that she had not had the time to think about anything else. When she was finally able to take a break for her afternoon meal, she was surprised to find it was already 1 o'clock. All her usual lunch partners had left, so she went for her meal on her own. As she got into the lift, she suddenly felt something move inside her. It wasn't anything painful, just a sudden jerk, which she thought was a minor muscle pull. As the lift descended, however, it became clear that it was something more than a simple muscle pull. Much more. Hazel gasped out loud when it happened, and everyone in the lift turned to look at her. Embarrassed, she stifled further reactions to what was going on, inside her. It felt like... the something that had entered her vagina on the beach was now embedded deep inside her. In fact, it felt a lot like it had had in her dream last night -- a thick, round protuberance, pressing against her flesh inside, making her wonder if it was making her tummy bulge out like it had in her dream. She didn't dare look down to check, partly because she didn't want to draw any more attention to herself, and partly because she really didn't want to know. What would she do if it were true? Time seemed to slow down as the lift moved towards the ground floor. Hazel clamped her knees together as she felt the thing inside her move, not upwards, as it had the previous day, but downwards... towards the entrance of her vagina, towards her panties, which would surely rip apart or fall to the floor. And that would be embarrassing indeed, to have everyone in the lift suddenly see her panties down on the floor, between her legs. "Urrrp!" she swallowed a groan as the stretching in her vagina moved relentlessly downwards. It felt like... she was giving birth, or at least, like some of the descriptions of giving birth that she had heard from her married friends, but without the horrible pain they had told her about. She doubted childbirth was as... pleasurable as she experiencing. "Hhhhhh!" she breathed out sharply, drawing the attention of one of the women nearest her. There was a sudden shock of sensation that ran out from her leaking, traitorous vagina, making her tremble. The woman opened her mouth, apparently to ask if she was OK, then she shut it again. Did she know what was going on? Hazel wondered as the electricity in her groin made her shiver. What is wrong with me? She thought as the lift finally reached the ground floor. How did I become... a nympho? People were beginning to stream out of the lift and she made a move to do the same, except that it was rather difficult to do so. By then, the thing inside her had pretty much reached the entrance of her privates... her pussy, as her ex- used to call it... and she wasn't sure it wouldn't fall out of her if she didn't try her best to keep it in. She decided to make her way to the nearest restroom so that she could finally examine whatever it was that had been inside her. Keeping her knees as close together as she could, Hazel waddled to the toilet. Whatever it was, she knew it was no 'figment of her imagination' because she could feel her panties sag as it protruded out of her. Is that what it's like to have a cock? she wondered in a moment of whimsy as she entered the toilet. It felt like the thing was almost completely out of her -- her labia had ached as they strained to allow the thing to pass out of her, and now, she just felt a little... loose down there. She hurried into one of the stalls, latched the door, hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties. There was nothing in the gusset of her panties but... oh, part of it was still embedded in her. Before she could do anything else, the 'thing' dropped down onto her panties, along with a large amount of fluid. It was a head. A doll's head to be exact. She stared at it for a long time. It was the size of her fist, and it was slippery and wet. Other than the fact that it had fallen out of her vagina, where it had no reason to be, it looked like an ordinary doll's head. The neck was what had remained in her just now. Hazel was horrified. How had that gotten into her? She hadn't been naked on the beach, after all. She was wearing her bikini and her pants had remained in place even when she felt the thing pushing into her... and there was no other way it could have been put inside her -- she always locked her doors at night, so no one could have... Unless... She remembered the wild-eyed man she had seen on the beach the following day and all but collapsed on the toilet in confusion and shock. Maybe... he had something to do with it. Maybe this was not... something that followed the usual rules of logic. She picked it up carefully, half expecting it to do something shocking. Speak to her, maybe. But it didn't. It was just an ordinary doll's head. A wet and slippery doll's head. As she wrapped the thing up in toilet tissue, she realised that she would really have to look up Trudy. Trudy was the only person she knew who could help make sense of all this... never mind that hers were the legs Hazel saw wrapped around Ted's waist when she came home early 3 years ago. Super-unnatural Ch. 04 Hazel fidgeted as she sat on the sofa. Trudy seemed to notice her discomfort, and reached out to hold her hand to reassure her. Thankfully, Trudy had been even less skeptical than she had expected. When she had told her about the incidents on the beach and her concurrent dreams, Trudy had laughed at first, but then she seemed to suddenly switch tack and become more believing of the tale Hazel was telling. Thankfully, she had not had any further dream to talk about -- her sleep the previous night was remarkable for how deep and restful it was. If she had had any dream, she was grateful that it was not as frightening as the previous nights'. Trudy had immediately made arrangements with some guy she said she always consulted with on such spiritual matters. That was how she came to be here, sitting in the stranger's sitting room waiting while he prepared the room for her. Am I doing the right thing? she thought to herself. Maybe I'm just going mad. Trudy seemed to read her mind and squeezed her hand again. "Hey, look," she said suddenly, rousing Hazel from her semi-reverie. "I want to stay but I've just received an SMS from a potential client and I've got to go." "I... umm..." Hazel hesitated. It would not be right to keep Trudy from doing her job, after all. This was purely her own problem, and she should seek to resolve it herself. As it was, she was thankful to Trudy for arranging for the visit to the medium and accompanying her to his place as well. "Oh, alright. You should go, then." "Alright," smiled Trudy, and Hazel thought for a moment that there was something strange about her smile. "I'm really sorry about leaving you like this. But you can trust him. I've come to see him for years." "OK, if you say so," she replied, sipping the drink the medium had left for her. "Drink up," said Trudy, as she downed the rest of her drink. The medium was really taking quite a long time to prepare the room. "You've got to do everything he says. He knows what he's doing and he'll make sure you resolve this one way or another. Remember that." "OK," she replied as she followed her friend's actions. She had initially been surprised by Trudy's reactions to her call -- she had expected her to cut off the line. After all, she was the ex-wife of the man Trudy was seeing. But Trudy had been warm and friendly... it had almost seemed like they were back to being the best friends that they once were. "I'll be going now," said Trudy. "Got to get there in 20 minutes, and you know what traffic's like at this hour." Hazel nodded, thanked her once again, and settled back into the comfortable sofa as her friend closed the door behind her. How long was the medium going to take? She was beginning to feel a little drowsy. "I'm sorry," he said, coming of the room and startling her with his sudden appearance. He was really not bad looking, a young guy who looked like he visited the gym a fair bit. The first time she had seen him, she had wondered if Trudy had been pulling her leg about Kevin being a medium. He just did not seem to fit her own impressions of what a medium should be like. She nodded in reply and stood up, brushing her skirt down. "I... Trudy had to..." she began, and he continued: "... go off because she got a sudden call about a prospective client. I know. I knew this would happen the moment you ladies came here." "Oh. OK. I suppose I should go in..?" "Yes, please do." "Oh, but I couldn't find..." "The item? That's alright," he smiled at her and she suddenly felt weak. "It disappeared after you put it in your bag, right?" "Yes, I... how did you..?" "How did I know? That's what I do for a living, remember?" "Oh. Yes, of course." She stepped into the room, immediately noticing the strong smells of incense. There were joss sticks and a smelter at the far end of the room, on what looked like an altar. She felt her head spin for a moment and had to put out her hand to steady herself. Her hand found the bare body of the medium. She was right, he had been working out -- his body was rippling with muscles and felt firm to the touch. She must have blushed because she felt the heat burning throughout her body. When did he take off his..? she wondered as she smiled gratefully at him. Then she heard him say: "Take off your clothes. Take off everything." Remembering Trudy's words to her before she left, Hazel nodded, put down her bag on the floor next to the large bed, then began to slowly take off her clothes. She hesitated for a moment as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties -- no one had seen her naked since... since what's-his-name -- then Kevin smiled at her again and she relaxed, pushing her undies down the length of her legs. Straightening up, she realised that Kevin was naked too. A small part of her mind wondered why it was that he was similarly unclothed, but Trudy's words kept echoing in her mind: "Trust him." So she suppressed the tiny urge to cover up her breasts and pussy and stood before him, bare and naked. His eyes were moving all over her body, and his tongue kept slipping out to lick his lips. "Why don't you go lie down, Hazel?" he said in a voice that sounded the way a lover's would, and she did as she was told, slipping onto the bed next to her. Again, her instinct to cover up her private parts was overpowered by what Trudy had said. Instead, she simply lay there and let him continue looking at her nude body, at the glowing hot area in her groin that was exposed by her slightly splayed legs. "That's a nice cunt you have there, Hazel," he said and she would have blushed if she could, but all she could do was nod and keep looking at him. He had moved to the area in front of the bed, just between her legs, and his unwavering attention on her pubic mound was making her quiver. She felt little shocks of electricity shooting out from her vagina as he lowered himself down onto the bed, his eyes not straying from her trembling slit. "I like the way your pussy looks," he smiled at her and she smiled in return, even though the words resonated in a part of her brain that was screaming at her to stop this relentless examination of her privates. "It's neat -- not too much hair, and your lips are nice and plump. That's a nice little mole you have right there too." His finger descended on a spot that was just above her weeping gash and she gasped as the electric shocks suddenly intensified. Ted had been the first to see it, she thought, as her breathing quickened. He thought it was cute too. The finger suddenly slipped downwards, into the moistened valley of her vulva and she groaned out loud. The sensations down there were intensifying, becoming unbearable. Should I stop this? she wondered as his finger strayed lower, seeking, then finding the entrance to her vagina. I think I sh... oooooh! Kevin had wasted no time slipping his finger inside her. He appeared to be testing the suppleness of her vaginal walls, pressing his fingertip up against different spots up inside. "I heard you don't like sex," he said to her. His voice now sounded like it was coming from far away, and as he spoke he seemed to be receding even further. "So I guess you can't have used this much." She nodded again, unable to open her mouth to speak. Her throat was dry, her vocal cords seemed numb and unable to produce any sounds other than groans and moans. I... yes, I... she thought, and she thought she would cry. That was the reason why Ted had strayed. Because she hadn't been able to satisfy him. I couldn't. Not like this. Never like this. He withdrew his finger, bringing it up to her face. "See how wet you are?" he teased. She nodded again, the smell of her own musk combining with the incense to make her head spin. In some small part of her, she was screaming in embarrassment. "I can tell you can't wait for me to get in there." She nodded again, unsure of what he meant. Of course she did. She wanted him to get in there so he could help solve the mystery of what was happening to her. "Spread your legs wider so I can look at you. Good... good!" he said as she complied with his order. Her thighs were spread in a wide V in front of his head. His gaze on her privates was unwavering, and she swore she could feel her lower lips blush. "Here we go," he said, and she felt his fingers at her fleshy entrance to her sex, spreading and opening her up so he could look right up into the most secret parts of her. they The sound of her nether lips squelching as they were peeled apart resounded in her ears, along with her own gasping breath. "Nice! Very nice!" She shivered again at his enthusiastic praising of her vulva. It was wrong, somehow, she knew that from somewhere inside the deepest recesses of her brain. "Trust him" came the echo of Trudy's voice in her mind and she relaxed, spreading her legs wider and giving him more access to her sex. Of course he had to look at it. He had to look for the doll's head that had been in there. She had felt a sudden shock when she reached into her bag to bring out the wads of toilet tissue for Trudy's inspection. It wasn't there. She had frozen at the thought that it might have found its way back inside, last night, while she was sleeping in her bed. The one without the bedposts or bedknobs. Of course he had to look into her vagina. She shifted her legs as far as they would go, and pushed her pussy up at him, inviting his further exploration. He had already put what, two, three? fingers in there and seemed to be rooting about, trying to find it. The damned doll's head. "That's good," he said to her soothingly and she smiled. It was good. Kevin would help her with her problem. "You really like this, don't you?" Of course I'd like it if you found it, she said to him in her head. I want it out of me. Was that what he meant? Her vocal cords were still numb and she wasn't able to vocalise her thoughts. Then he withdrew his fingers and she was disappointed to see they were empty. "Right, let's make sure we get to see all this," he said. "Get up and turn around, Hazel. Get on your hands and knees for me." She idly wondered who the "we" was he was referring to as she complied with his order, her movements dislodging something from the altar at the head of the bed. It fell to the floor with a loud clatter and she heard him exclaim. "Shit!" Hazel giggled. She thought it funny that Kevin had become flustered just because something had fallen to the ground. Surely, as a medium, he was used to that sort of thing happening? Then she realised that the fallen object had exposed a TV of some sort. She could see... some woman, naked on a bed, on all fours, her buttocks facing the camera. She couldn't see the woman's face, only her ass and long, slim legs. Oh, it's a movie of some sort, she thought, as she saw a pair of hands descend on the rounded buttocks of the woman and lovingly part the luscious cheeks. She could see the pink flesh of the woman's slit, its plump lips glistening wet and open to camera's relentless gaze. Above the indentation that marked the entrance to her vagina, she could see the woman's twitching anus. It looks like she's nervous, she thought to herself. I wonder if the poor woman knows she's being recorded. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt her own buttocks being spread slowly, giving Kevin a choice view of her forbidden hole. He must have noticed her looking at the TV. "You like looking at that, eh?" she heard him say, and she nodded. Perhaps he was playing this video of some poor woman who had come to him for a similar problem, to show her what he had to do. "Good girl. I knew you'd like it. Now, let daddy take a look at what's back here." She watched as a finger was inserted into the rectum of the woman in the video, and groaned as she felt the same thing happen to her. Kevin was... he was doing to her what she had refused to let what's-his-name do. Her anal ring gave way easily to his probing, and she giggled again -- the finger was tickling her anal ring, scratching lightly in her back passage. The woman in the video pressed backwards, driving more of the finger into her butt, and she did the same... cooing as she felt his finger slide deeper up her backside. This was... nasty. But... it was kind of pleasurable too. She wondered if it was necessary for him to search her body so thoroughly, then remembered the sensation of ants in her pants at the beach... it had felt like they had managed to get into her ass too, so of course it was necessary. Kevin knew what had happened to her. He must have. And he understood what she needed. She turned her head and smiled gratefully at him. "I think I should do something about this hole here," she heard him say as he lightly pumped his finger inside her. Onscreen, she saw the woman's anus pout as the finger withdrew slightly, then pushed back in. She nodded in agreement. He knew what to do. She should trust him. She arched her back and the woman in the video did the same. Oh wow. He knew what he was doing... he had done this before. She must trust him. "Why don't you turn around, Hazel?" she heard him say as he finally withdrew his finger from her clutching rectum. She watched as the woman's anal ring was pulled out by the retreating finger. It looked like the woman's asshole didn't want to let the intruding digit leave. She felt her anus 'pop' as it gave up his digit. "O..OK," she mumbled, surprised to finally find her ability to speak. Still on all fours she scooted around, and came face-to-face with a monstrous looking... thing. She gulped. It looked familiar, like something she had seen before, only not in such proportion. Nor in such close proximity. It looked like a one-eyed monster. "Take it in your mouth, Hazel," she heard him say. "Go on, take it." "I... uh..." she murmured. There was something... about a man... who wanted the same thing... from her. What had been her response? Did she agree? Trust him. Someone told her that. She shook her head to try to rouse herself from the semi-consciousness enveloping her. Oh yes, she was here for a reason. And the reason was... had something to do with removing something. She had to... trust this man, who was asking her to take this strange yet familiar thing in her mouth. Trust him. The incense surrounding her was intensely fragrant. Obediently, she reached out, grabbed it, and slipped the large purple head into her open mouth. It was big. She almost choked when it pressed into her mouth, to the back of her throat. Then it pulled out to her lips, and thrust back in again. She felt her spittle dribbling from the side of her mouth as she struggled to accommodate the thing that was pumping into her face. "Suck on it, Hazel. Yes, that's right, suck it," she heard him say, and she did as he bade. Her consciousness was fading in and out, and the heavy incense filling her nostrils wasn't helping. She sucked on it as best she could, struggling not to gag as it went deeper into her throat. It was... important that she follow his instructions. Yes, that's it. He knew what to do. He was helping her. Trust him. "That's enough," she heard him say. He sounded breathless. Clearly, the act of helping her was taking a toll on him. "Now, I want you to lie back and hold your knees up to your breasts so we can get started." She tumbled backwards, glad to be relieved of her duty of sucking on that monster that had almost choked her. Lying on her back, she pulled her legs up to her chest, clasping at her knees with her hands. As she did so, she noticed that the heavy scent of incense seemed to have lessened, allowing her some clarity of thought. Hazel suddenly remembered who she was, and why she was here, naked on her back in a strange bed and holding on to her legs. Keeping her privates open and exposed to his gaze. She was here to solve her problem. It involved... something that had to be removed. From her insides. That was why she was holding herself that way. Allowing a man to look at her most private areas. Allowing him to touch her down there. And below that too. "That's good, Hazel," she heard him say. "I'm supposed to plug your virgin ass, but I think I'll take a little dip in your pussy first. It looks too delicious to give it a miss." His fingers were busy probing at her soft, yielding holes. Violating her. Vaginally and anally. She was struck by a burgeoning sense that something was not right. That it had not been right since she walked into the room. No, since she... since she spoke with Trudy. Before she could muster up the will to protest, however, she felt something hard and throbbing at the entrance of her sex. No... that wasn't... she was here to remove something, not put something in... She felt the hardness push past her vulva, the thick head lodging in the front part of her vagina. Oh god. It was big. Kevin. The medium. He's... he's fucking me. The thought struck her with sudden clarity. He's... no. He shouldn't. I shouldn't. But he was, and she wasn't able to do anything about it. There was something about the lingering traces of incense that tickled at the edges of her conscious, still leaving her a little drowsy. Her pussy squelched as she felt him probe deeper into her. Oh god. I must... stop this, she thought. "Wow, that's one tight cunt, Hazel," said Kevin appreciatively, and she would have screamed if her vocal cords would work. "I'm glad I decided to fuck you here first before I do your ass." She shook her head, both to clear her thoughts and to signal her growing discomfort. It wasn't just that he was big and stretching her down there. It was... this whole thing. It was... wrong. He seemed to misread her actions instead. "Don't worry, I'll get round to that hole," he said in a lighthearted tone, as her panic increased. He meant he was going to... put it in her ass. He wanted to fuck her in her ass. She had to stop him. Why couldn't she? She had to... "First, I'll just put it all the way in here and fuck you good," he said. He was fucking her shallowly, slipping the large head of his cock just past her labia and sliding it out again. She could tell by his movements that he was preparing for a huge thrust into her sopping wet vagina. Oh no. That was not right. She had never done this with anyone else. She should... He thrust forward forcefully, clearly meaning to possess her completely with his huge cock. She was in despair at her inability to even vocalise her objection when he suddenly stopped and let out a piercing, almost womanly scream. What..? she thought, her hands finally able to release their hold on her knees. His penis had only managed to intrude a little way into her, and as his scream released her from her stupor, she felt his cock suddenly expand in girth inside her. That's not possible, she thought. I... what happened..? "You bitch! You bitch!" Kevin was screaming at her. "What did you do to me?" Her pussy squelched wetly as he switly withdrew from between her legs. She could only look on in confusion as he stumbled backwards off her, and off the bed. "You sick bitch! What the fuck did you..? Oh my god! Look at that! You are too sick!" he was still screaming at her. She stared at him, unable to comprehend his anger. Wasn't he just about to rape her? Why was he so angry? She sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. He seemed to think she was trying to attack him and stepped back, slipping and falling on his back. As he hit the ground with a loud "thunk!" she finally understood why she had felt him sudden expand inside her, and why he was so angry. His cock looked badly swollen and purple, as if the blood flow in it had stopped. Sticking out of the eye of his penis, she could clearly see a doll's hand. Super-unnatural Ch. 05 Hazel really couldn't tell how she managed to make her way out of Kevin's flat. All she knew was that she slowly became aware of her surroundings once she was away from the flat and the smell of the incense. Perhaps he had put something in her drink to make her compliant. When she finally came to her senses, she discovered that she was half-dressed and sitting on a stair in a dark staircase, in a block of flats she barely remembered coming to. She was wearing her skirt and blouse, but her bra and panties were nowhere to be found. Worse, when she came to, she found herself sitting with her skirt hiked up to her waist, her legs wide apart, her pussy glistening wet and open for the world to see. Luckily, the staircase was quiet at that time of day, so no one had come along and seen her in that state. Or worse, done something to her while she was "out of it". Not that she wasn't sure the same thing wouldn't happen to any other would-be attacker, that happened to poor Kevin. That much she remembered. Perhaps it was the horror of seeing the doll's arm embedded in his swollen cock that drove all sense from her mind. She supposed she might have rushed out the front door completely naked and only stopped to dress herself in the stairway. She wouldn't have been surprised if she had done so. It was just so... crazy, what had been happening to her since the incidents at the beach. Buttoning up her blouse the rest of the way to prevent any more exposure of her breasts, Hazel picked up her bag. Oh, there it was. It was her cellphone, ringing. Now that she thought of it, it was the ringing of the phone that had roused her from her state of shock and semi-consciousness. She pressed the "talk" button and was immediately assailed by a shrill, irate voice. "What the fuck did you do to my cousin, you fucking bitch?" she heard the woman yell, and it took her a few moments to recognise Trudy's voice. "What did you do? You are one sick bitch, Hazel!" "I... uh... your cousin?" her vocal cords were still a little numb and her voice sounded strange. What was it that Trudy's cousin had done..? "Yes, you fucking witch! He's my cousin! He's supposed to fuck you and cure you of your fucking uptightness! I was doing you a favour, you fucking ingrate!" "I... he raped..." she stuttered, not believing what she was hearing. Had Trudy set her up? That woman on the TV... was that really a video of herself doing it... with Kevin? "Rape my ass!" Trudy raged on, uninterested in her protest. "You liked it! He said so! I told him to plug you in your fucking uptight ass so you won't be so anal!" "But... but why?" "Why? WHY? Are you stupid or what? Hahahaha..." Trudy's laughter sounded brittle. "You still don't get it, do you, you stupid bitch? Divorce is expensive, and I was just helping Ted ensure you don't lay a finger on what's his!" "You... set me up..." "Yeah, you bet. You're one really fucked up stupid bitch, Hazel," Trudy sneered. "What in the world possessed you to think your ex-husband's new wife-to-be would want to be friends with you? Oh yes, now I get it. You were possessed by some doll, right?" Hazel wasn't able to respond. This was Trudy. Her best friend. Or rather, her ex-best friend. Trudy, who believed in spirits and demons and ghosts. Trudy, to whom she had turned because she couldn't think of anyone else to go to. Trudy, who was now sneering and laughing at her, refusing to believe or even help her. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter," Trudy continued as she stayed silent. She sounded triumphant. "We've got the video we need to prove you're a cheating slut who doesn't deserve a cent of poor Ted's hard-earned money. Don't expect to get any alimony from my guy, bitch!" Somebody -- it could have been her, or it could have been Trudy -- cut off the line, leaving her stunned at Trudy's betrayal. Not only had she scoffed at her predicament, Trudy had taken advantage of her moment of need to achieve her own ends. Hazel wondered if Kevin was truly Trudy's cousin, or if he was an ex-lover. After all, she had boasted in the past about a boyfriend who was well-built and had a big cock to boot. What was it she said? He liked doing it to her in all her orifices? Especially in the back?? She shivered, drawing her legs up under her but not trusting her own strength to stand until after long moments had passed. When she was finally able to muster the strength to stand, her knees still felt a little weak, and she felt a little embarrassed lurching her way down to the ground floor. Fortunately, she was able to wave down a taxi and could collapse in the back seat for a longer rest as the driver took her home. She must have blacked out right after she gave the driver her address, because the next thing she was aware of was the sound of her phone ringing. It was Trudy, again. This time, she sounded contrite. Or at least, she sounded like she was trying to be contrite. "Hello, Hazel? Trudy here. Look, I'm sorry I was so bitchy just now. It's just that I got a call from Kevin and he told me they were bringing him in to surgery as we spoke. I... I guess I was a little strung out. And that deal I went for, just now? That didn't pan out." Hazel didn't say anything, suddenly noticing that the driver was driving a little erratically. Too late, she realised that in her daze, she must have let her legs fall apart, because his rear view mirror had been adjusted. She had no doubt what it was focused on. What a time to lose her panties. She pulled her legs together to ensure that he would no longer have anything more to look at than the traffic, blushing as she did so. "Hazel? Are you there?" "Umm... yes. Yes, I'm still here." "I was just saying I'm sorry, you know, it was all that stress of losing the deal and finding out that Kevin was hurt. I guess I kind of overreacted." "Uh huh." "So, we're still friends, right? I mean, I can still help you with your... problem, if you want." "Oh... umm..." "Look, I can help you. I know other people who'll know what to do. You know, to help you get rid of that thing that's haunting you." "I... don't know..." "Hey, let me do it, OK? It's the least I can do for you after blowing up at you just now." "It's just that... I'm not sure..." "Look, the quicker you get this resolved, the better this will be for you. I've heard of these sorts of things before -- the longer you wait, the worse it'll get. The spirit, or whatever it is, that's attacking you will just be more brazen, and you'll find all sorts of worse shit happening to you." Without waiting for her response, Trudy continued. She seemed eager, almost too eager, to move on to what she wanted. "Tell you what, Hazel... I think there's no need for you to go through all this divination thing again. I believe Kevin was recording your session when he was... injured. I think you should just bring over the video so I can hand it over to my other friend to take a look. She'll be able to tell what it is right away from the recording." Hmmm. She seemed to put a little too much emphasis on the word "she" in referring to her "other friend". And what was it about the video? Why did Trudy think she had the video with her? She decided to feign ignorance. "Umm... recording? Video?" "Yeah, the recording. You know, the one Kevin made. You took it, right?" "I didn't even know about it..." "Oh, come off it, Hazel. You must have it. It's not here anymore, and Kevin says he didn't..." "It's not there..? You mean you're at Kevin's..?" "Oh, yeah. Hahaha," Trudy's laughter sounded forced and a little strained. She didn't sound happy at all. "I, ah, went back to Kevin's place to look for you when I was done, and he told me all about what happened as they were taking him to the ambulance..." "Oh. So you went to look for the video instead of accompanying him to the hospital?" "Well, um, yes. I thought it was important since... you know, since it involved you and I wanted to get it so I could give it to another medium friend of mine who would be able to help you." The last sentence came out in a rush, almost as if Trudy had been searching for a reasonable excuse and had suddenly found it. "So you didn't manage to find it in the flat?" "No, that's what I just told..." "So how did you know where the recording equipment was?" Hazel felt a strange feeling rising from the pit of her belly. It was a new, almost alien emotion to her. "I... he told me, you know, before they took him away..." "He did? Oh, I thought you said he called you to tell you he was going in to surgery..." "Well yes, I... we had some time to chat before they took him away, and he called me again just before they brought him into the Operating Theatre." "I see." Hazel suddenly recognised the alien emotion she was feeling. It was anger. "So you knew from the very beginning that he was going to record himself raping me?" "Yes. No! I mean, he told me after that... Hey, what's with the interrogation? And what do you mean, r..." "And you thought it was important that you find the video? Even more important than making sure your cousin was alright?" "It's... like I said, I wanted to help. Look, I don't have to explain myself to you..." "Oh drop it, Trudy," she said, too tired to listen to her lies. "The only person you wanted to help was yourself. You set it all up. You gave me a drugged drink, and got Kevin to fuck me and record it." "Look, do you have the video or not?" Trudy's voice no longer sounded civil, and Hazel was glad. She didn't appreciate being lied to, and worse, she didn't like the idea that her ex-best friend thought she was stupid enough to fall for her deception. "I don't have anything with me, other than what I brought in my handbag," was her even reply. Something told Hazel that she should not mention her missing panties and bra. "You're lying! You fucking bitch! How dare you!" Trudy sounded indignant. "You removed Kevin's private property, and he can sue you for its return!" "Tell him I'll be waiting for his lawyer's letter. Right after the police pick him up for attempted rape and sodomy." "YOU FUCKING WITCH! We're not going to let this rest, you hear? I'm going to get you for this! Evil bitches like you will always get their just rewards. Just you wait!" She sounded hysterical, and Hazel almost burst out laughing. For the first time in her life, she had come out on top... and Trudy hadn't liked it. Not one bit. "I'm not holding my breath, Trudy," she replied. "And you'd do well to heed your own advice about evil and just rewards." Before Trudy could reply, Hazel hung up. They had reached her apartment anyway, and she wanted to get into the shower as quickly as possible so she could wash off the grime she felt clinging on to her skin. Super-unnatural Ch. 06 She was dreaming again. She must be. Hazel clearly remembered deciding never to return to the blasted tree, yet here she was, approaching the place where it all started. Worse, it was nighttime, and there was barely enough light to see by. Yes, it had to be a dream, albeit a very detailed and realistic one. She could see her own skin glowing softly in the dim moonlight as she trudged towards the dark and menacing tree. Her nipples tightened into hard knots, her pelvic muscles clenched as the cold wind blew in from the sea. It had to be a dream also because she was naked and she was unable to stop herself from walking right up to the base of the tree, right to the same spot where she had first "encountered" the doll that seemed to have taken over her life. She remembered her earlier dream of sitting on the bedknob in her matrimonial bedroom and wondered how it related to her predicament. Was she remembering something that actually happened, or that she wished happened? Or was it just her mind's way of dealing with what was happening to her physically, in her own bedroom? She shuddered at the thought that the doll's head had somehow intruded into her body while she slept. What was its purpose? And why did it choose her? Did she do something to offend someone or something? She was now standing at the exact spot she had settled down in, the previous weekend. As it had appeared the following day, the sand looked completely undisturbed. She thought it would have been perturbing, had it not been for the fact that this was a dream. She clearly remembered how she had tried so hard to dig up the sand in her efforts to find out what had attacked her, before... the crazy old man appeared. Oh god. The old man. Would he appear in her dream? Would he do something to her, after seeing her in the nude like this? Hazel wanted desperately to cover up her bits just in case, but her hands only fluttered at her sides, unable to respond to her mental commands. Oh no. There he was. He was walking towards her. Even though it was just a dream, Hazel didn't think she would be able to accept the thought of the man with the crazy eyes attempting to do to her what Kevin had tried to do. No. Not him. Please. I need to wake up. Wait. Something was wrong. Hazel looked down, and saw that her feet had disappeared into the sand. She was sinking into the soft, warm sand. She was already buried up to her knees. She struggled to raise her right foot out of the sand, but the sand was sucking at her limbs, refusing to reliquish its hold on her. Her eyes flew to the approaching figure of the crazy old man, and back down again. No, no. Not here. Not the crazy old man. Not in my dream. I don't want to be here. She managed to raise her right foot clean off the sand, stretched it out and tried to plant it on the root just behind her. Except that the root seemed to move at the last moment, and her foot sank right into the sand again, up to her knee. The action had, unfortunately, left her trapped with her thighs wide apart. Her privates were now open and vulnerable. He would see her like that. He would put something into her soft, exposed opening. Oh god. He was near enough for her to see his crazy eyes now. They looked as wild as before, except now they seemed to burn with purpose. She started. Did he want to..? No, he didn't want to fuck her. He wanted to do something else. She would have screamed if she had been able to, when she saw what was in his right hand. It was a doll. the same one whose head she had found in her panties when she felt something falling out of her. She struggled even harder. The crazy man, he was going to shove that into her... her vulva began to tingle at the thought. As he came right up in front of her, the tingling turned into a crazy, out-of-control itching that spread into her vagina, up towards her womb. Oh god. No. He was preparing to... Suddenly, she realised that the old man wasn't paying attention to her at all. His eyes were unfocused, and he was chanting something under his breath. It seemed he was directing his chants at the doll in his hand. Her sudden sense of relief immediately dissipated when he swung his arm up. What was he doing? Would he hit her..? His arm swept down, and the doll was thrown feet first into the area directly underneath her pubis. She watched as the toy sank into the soft sand, the way her feet had. Oh. So that's how it got there. Maybe he doesn't see me. I'm just... looking into the past. I'm not here, she thought. The old man turned to walk away, paying no attention to her at all. Maybe she was right -- this dream was a kind of recollection of events that had happened before she chose to sit at the precise spot where the doll was buried. But... would the dream also explain why it got into..? Oh god. No. She was sinking again. And... what was that? She heard a soft purring sound and looked down between her spread thighs. The doll's head was visible. It was rising up from the sand, right between her legs. It was coming up towards her exposed slit! Hazel struggled to move her hands to cover and protect her privates. But no, she still couldn't control her hands. In fact, they were were flailing backwards, because her legs suddenly began sliding further apart, opening her up even more. Preparing her for penetration. She tried hard to regain control of her limbs, but realised that she was losing her balance. She was unable to stop her downward motion, her crotch falling towards the sand... towards the round, plastic head of the doll. Hazel cried out in despair when she felt the smooth plastic head pressing against her labia. It felt just like it had when she was sitting here, reading her book. Initially, she felt a gentle butting at her entrance, then a more insistent pressing at her nether lips as she slipped further downwards. It was hopeless. She could do nothing to stop it spreading the soft, wet flesh of her vulva, nor prevent it pressing upwards, inwards, into the open juncture between her thighs. No! No! NO! she screamed, and true to the nature of her dreams, her cries sounded more like soft mewls than the loud protests she intended them to be. Her protests were pointless. The dream was in charge, not she. She would just have to take it, go through the experience in her dreams, no matter how distressing it would be. Hazel gasped as she felt her vulva yawning wide to take in the widest part of the doll's head. It felt like she would tear apart down there. She felt a smidgeon of relief as the head slipped inside her, and the awful pressure passed inwards, into the straining passage of her vagina. Oh god. It... got inside. It's inside! But unlike her experience on the beach, her nightmare torment had not ended with the entry of the doll's head into her aching, trembling body. Hazel felt a little faint as the doll probed deeper, pushing inwards. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt the doll's shoulders pressing at her vulva. No. But she had as much chance of preventing this as she had of waking up from this dream. Her pussy squelched loudly as the body of the doll began its entry into her vagina. It was sliding in with ease, she was so wet down between her legs. Oh goddd... she groaned as she felt her vulva stretching once more to admit the thicker body of the doll. I... can't take much more... In some part of her mind, she wondered why she wasn't waking up from the dream. The sensation of the entire doll passing into her lower parts was so intense she was certain she should have woken up by now. Why? I should be awake now. And away from this torture. Hazel cried for release from the nightmare unfolding within her body. Ooohhhhhh. She could feel the doll's hips pressing past her vulva, now much less stretched by the entry of the doll's legs. But that also meant that the stretching was passing into her straining vaginal passage. It felt full... fuller than she had ever experienced before. Not Ted. Not even Kevin. Nor both combined would have caused the sensation of being stuffed so fully, she thought. Ohhh goddd. Help. I'm... I can't... She yelped when she realised the head of the doll was butting against a barrier deep inside her. Hazel knew from her biology lessons what that was. It was her cervix. No. That's not possible. It would be physically devastating. Surely she wasn't about to dream about the doll getting in there..? Aaawwwww! She screamed out loud, and was gratified to hear the scream in full volume, even as she was horrified at the pressure at the entrance of her womb increasing. Her inner sanctum... was being threatened by something that was too big to get in there. "What have you done?" In her panic and fear about what was happening to her down there, she had forgotten about the crazy old man. He was still there, standing some distance away. He was looking straight at her, at her naked body, but she was no longer embarrassed to be seen in the nude. She was desperate. She needed his help. "What have you done?" he asked again, his eyes shining in the dark. "I... I don't know," she replied, gasping. The doll was relentless, and she could feel her womb beginning to give way. The pain was intense. And exquisite. Oh god. "Please... help me..." She felt her own liquids spill out of her ravaged sex, onto the insides of her thighs. The doll was too big... she could feel its feet outside of her, rubbing against her trembling vulva. Her hole was too full of plastic, so her sex fluids were flowing out of her like a tap had been turned on inside her. "You invited him in, didn't you?" the old man didn't seem concerned about her plight at all. "He can't get in unless he's invited." "Wha..? I didn't. I.. don't think..." she was confused. Had she invited the doll into her? "All you have to do is to think of it. An invitation is thus made. And he never refuses an invitation." Hazel could feel the tears running down her face. Her lower belly felt full, her insides burning. The doll was, making headway deep inside, drilling up deeper. It was relentless, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She moaned as she felt her cervix give a little. It was only a matter of time. "I... might have," she admitted, gritting her teeth against the pain shooting out from her core. "What is it?.. How do I get... rid of it?" The old man coolly looked at her for a while more, then turned to walk away. As he did, she heard him say one word: "Toyol." "What? What was that?" she screamed after him. The pain burning down inside her was so intense she could only scream. Talking was just not possible. Her womb was being compromised. Oh god. Oh god. OH GOD. The crazy old man suddenly disappeared. One moment he was there, the next he was gone. It looked like a camera trick, like something they did on the TV. Except that this was for real. It wasn't even a dream. Hazel knew it was real because she could hear herself panting. She could feel the goosebumps on her skin as she crossed her arms in front of her breasts and rubbed hard to get warm. She knew it was real because she had pinched herself to try to wake herself up from the dream the moment she felt something inside her give way. Instead of finding herself suddenly awake in bed, she found herself in exactly the same spot on the beach, looking at where she had last seen the crazy old man. The pinch had woken her up alright. She could still feel it on her skin, she had been so desperate that she had pinched herself really hard. Oh god. It was... was it even a dream? She looked down and saw that she was still standing knee-deep in the sand under the tree, without a stitch of clothing on her. She would have screamed out loud if she hadn't remembered that she was still naked, in a public place. The stretching sensations inside her belly had disappeared along with the old man, but her vulva and vagina still ached and burned like they had been terribly abraded, stretched to the limit. Sobbing quietly to herself, Hazel sagged onto the beach, not caring that she could feel sand pressed against her naked pussy. There was nothing there to threaten her now. She knew that with absolute certainty, because the thing had already entered and was deeply entrenched within her body. She could wash the sand out of her private parts, but what could she do to get the doll out from within her? it took her a long while to calm herself. When she stopped trembling and sobbing, Hazel finally found the strength to pull her legs out of the sand, which didn't seem to be clutching at her limbs anymore. Wearily, she trudged her way back home. She could feel the long, cool trails of liquid dripping down the insides of her legs as she walked, but they did not concern her as much as the idea that someone might see her walking about naked on the beach, in the middle of the night. Trudy's right, she thought to herself as she moved from shadow to shadow, doing her best to stay hidden in the dark spots along the beach. I'm really fucked up. Big time fucked up. Super-unnatural Ch. 07 When she awoke the next morning, she didn't even have the luxury of pretending that the previous night's events had merely been a bad dream. Even before she opened her eyes, she could feel sand all over her bed and on her body... especially down there, between her legs, tiny gritty little bits in the folds of her secret places. Evidently, she hadn't even bothered to wash up last night, so tired was she when she finally got back. Hazel sighed as she sat up. She didn't even want to wonder how she had ended up on the beach in the middle of the night without a stitch on. Had she walked out of her apartment like that? She hadn't looked around for her clothes when she walked out from under the tree, but she was pretty sure she would have noticed a pile of clothes on the sand in the pale moonlight. In any case, any shame she may have felt over the flagrant display of her body during her nocturnal jaunt paled in comparison to the terror of what had actually happened to her under the damned tree. She rubbed her belly ruefully, remembering the previous night's events. At least I now have a partial explanation of what's going on, she thought to herself. And I didn't even need Trudy's "help"! As she stood up, she searched her memory, wondering if she had been noticed getting back in. She was pretty sure she had managed to make it back without being seen. Apart from an old drunk lying in the shadows, who had managed a lucky grope, she was quite confident she had managed to escape attention. It must have made his night, she grinned as she thought about the smelly old man suddenly rising up from the shadows just in front of her. Fortunately, her surprise at his appearance did not slow her down enough for him to get any more than a quick feel of her buttocks, although his grasping fingers almost snagged her in her rear orifice. She had merely giggled at the close call, wiggled her ass at him, and run off. If he wasn't too drunk to remember how a naked woman almost stumbled over him in the night, he must have thought he was having an erotic dream. Shit, I would've been horrified at the thought just a few days ago, she smiled to herself. Now, I think it's funny! How things have changed. Standing up and wincing at the dull aching she felt down below, she made her way to the bathroom and cleaned herself up as vigorously as she could. As she washed her nether regions, she did her best to avoid thinking too much about how the doll had been mercilessly thrust into her private parts and up into her womb, in spite of the the occasional spasms of pain she felt deep inside. By the time she was ready to go to work, she had finally decided that she would let the day run its course and worry about the evening when it came. There was no point in worrying about something she had no control over, after all. Just to be on the safe side, Hazel decided to go without her panties for the day. If a doll suddenly fell to the floor in front of everyone, she could always pretend it had fallen from her bag or jacket after all... it would be a lot harder to explain if her panties appeared beside it. She smiled. The thought of walking out the door without her panties on, under her skirt was surprisingly pleasant. This was a change she could get used to. No more worrying about what other people would see if the wind blew too strongly, nor what they would think if they found out she was 'going commando'.It's just a part, like an arm or a foot. No biggie. The rest of the day passed without event, partly because she was rushing a number of documents for her boss, who was leaving for a business trip the coming weekend. She was grateful for the distraction of work, especially as evening approached and she had to contemplate going back home. As six o'clock came and went, she could not find many excuses to stay back in the office. Besides... the coming of dusk had had a peculiar impact on her pussy. She felt herself getting moist down there as the sun set, almost as if her body was preparing for another evening of unusual activity. When there was no longer any reason for her to stay in the office, she reluctantly made her way back home, stopping by the grocer's to get a salad and salami for dinner. As she left the shop, she made sure to dawdle as much as she could outside each shop she passed, although she wasn't much of a shopper. Like it or not, she had to admit that each step she took towards her apartment increased her anxiety, and it took her much longer to get back than she normally did. She was surprised and a little pleased to see who was waiting by her door. Just a little pleased... after all, Trudy wasn't exactly someone whose company she desired. The look on the other woman's face suggested she was prepared for a battle, and Hazel supposed she would have been even more anxious herself at the thought of a confrontation, except... Trudy's presence at her apartment was an assurance of some sort of normalcy for the evening. "There you are. You're late," Trudy said curtly to her, scowling. "Well, it's not like I was expecting anyone to be waiting for me," she replied lightly, enjoying the look of frustration on the woman's face. Was this what being bitchy was all about? If so, she could get used to it. "We need to talk." "We do? I thought you'd said all you had to say yesterday." "Fucking open the door, alright?" When the door swung open, Trudy immediately swept into her apartment, heading straight for her bedroom without a word. Hazel ignored her friend, going instead to the kitchen to prepare her own dinner. Too bad she didn't have enough for two to eat. In another life, I suppose I would've shared this, Hazel thought to herself as she sat down to eat. After a long while, the sounds of frantic searching in her bedroom ceased. Trudy reappeared in her living room, looking dishevelled and more frustrated. "All I found was your stupid sex toy," she declared, throwing something on to the floor in front of her. The plastic object rolled to a stop right in front of her. It was a gleaming doll's head, its eyes looking right up into her crotch. It looked a little damp, as if it had been coated with some fluid. Hazel looked at it, then forced herself to look back into Trudy's eyes, hiding her own surprise. The other woman was staring hard at her. When she saw that Hazel was not responding, she said: "You've never had a computer here, have you?" "No," Hazel coolly replied. "Never saw the need for it. I don't bring my work home." "So you brought the recording to your office? I'll drop by tomorrow to search for it there." "Try that, and I'll get you escorted out the door before you can even sneeze," Hazel replied in the same even tone. Trudy seemed surprised by the threat. This was certainly not the shy, retiring Hazel she was used to dealing with. "So that's where you put it, right, bitch?" "Is this what you wanted to talk to me about? I don't have it, I've never had it. That's the truth, so you're free to leave. Right now." "I don't believe you don't have it, OK? I checked the camera at Kevin's place and the memory card was there, but it was blank, so I know you must have replaced..." "I MUST have? Why are you so certain? Maybe Kevin's the one who's not telling you the truth." "No way! Kevin wouldn't lie to me. Besides, I want to know how you did it to him." "How I did..? Oh, you mean you want to know how I was almost raped by him? Don't worry about that... I'll make sure the right report gets to the proper authorities." "You would? You'd... Look, no point being rash. I didn't mean..." "No, of course you didn't, dear Trudy. You meant that I should hand over the video so you can go running off to Ted's lawyer so he can get a cheap divorce, right?" "No, no... I... look, this is what they removed from Kevin's cock." She pulled out a fat doll's arm from her bag and threw it on the floor next to the doll's head. It looked huge. Not as thick as Kevin's cock, but certainly much too big to fit inside it. Hazel stifled a giggle as Trudy continued: "The doctor said it's quite likely he'll never be able to use it again." "The arm?" she sniggered. "No, of course not! His cock! His beautiful cock! My poor Kevin's cock! You bitch! How did you do that to him?" "Why didn't you ask him yourself?" "I did! It didn't make sense so I... I thought you took the video because you wanted to remove the evidence..." "I didn't even know where the camera was. Plus, Kevin is much bigger than I am, so how could I force him to do anything? Besides, I thought you said Kevin wouldn't lie to you? If you truly believed that, you wouldn't be here questioning me." "I just... Fuck you, bitch. I know what you're doing. You're trying to destroy the trust I have for Kevin..." "Since you're so fond of Kevin... why Ted? I mean, aren't you guys planning to get married or something?" "I'm... we're... right, fine! Kevin's a great fuck and willing to try anything. But that's all he's got going for him. That ratty little apartment you went to? It's just a rental. He does odd jobs to get by. Your Ted's got a good job, lots of money. You know, the works. He can give me everything I want." "Except the sex. That's what you need Kevin for. And why you're so angry now." "Yes! No! Fuck, you... Damn you bitch! You know Ted's not so great in bed. He's eager and all that, but he just doesn't have the equipment. Besides, Kevin's more into trying stuff out..." "So you think I somehow managed to convince him to stick that into his cock?" "I... yeah, I think so. He was supposed to fuck you in the ass, that's all. Nothing else. I didn't like the idea of him doing you, but I thought it was OK as long as..." "...you achieved your objective?" Hazel finished her sentence for her, amazed at the lengths to which her ex-best friend had gone to. "Think for a moment, Trudy, instead of spending your day in vacuous dreaming. Was there any sign of a search? You set things up, so you must have taken the trouble to hide everything. How easy would it have been for me to find the camera? Plus, I was drugged by you guys, remember? What kind of shape would I have been, to be able to convince anyone to do anything?" "I don't know. I... fuck, I don't care!" Trudy seemed undaunted by her own uncertainty, suddenly reaching into her bag and drawing out a large kitchen knife. "I'm here to avenge my poor Kevin. And his lovely cock. Which you've destroyed." "What do you intend doing with that..?" Hazel back away from the other woman, her eyes locked on the knife in her hand. Shit, had Trudy gone over the edge? "Revenge. That's what," was Trudy's sneering reply. "Take off your panties." "I'm not wearing any." "Slut! I always wondered if that was all a show. All that time, poor Ted was being strung along..." "So it's poor Ted now? What about Kev..." "Shut the FUCK UP! Strip, bitch! Yeah, that's right! I want to see just what it is about you that the guys are so damned horny for." Her eyes were crazy-wild, and Hazel wasn't sure the other woman didn't mean to use the knife, so she complied. It's not a big deal anyway, she thought. Lately, it seems like my privates have become rather public. She stifled a laugh. It would not do to inflame the situation further. As her skirt puddled on the floor at her feet, she saw Trudy picked up the doll's arm from the floor. "I'm going to put this into you, so you know what it's like to have it done to you, bitch!" Oh. That's her idea of revenge? Hazel stifled another guffaw. I've had worse. Trudy suddenly shoved her back onto the dining table, and her legs flew apart as her bare back slapped onto the wooden top. "I don't see what's the big deal," she heard the other woman mutter as she peered at her exposed sex. "It doesn't look like anything special." Then she felt the cool doll's arm press between the folds of her vulva, thrusting into her already wet vagina. Hazel's breath caught in her throat as a quick thrill ran down her spine. Damn, she was getting horny being fucked by another woman! Trudy thrust the arm into her pussy as far as it would go, pulled it out, and thrust it in again a few more times. Each time she did so, Hazel had to stifle the moan rising in her throat. God, she had never thought this scenario would be so... exciting. Her eyes were half-closed, her breath still hitching when Trudy suddenly stopped fucking her with the toy. "No, I don't think your pussy will do. You've probably had bigger things inside there than this," Trudy muttered. She really did look a little mad. "This is going in your ass! I'm gonna twist it around and fuck you so bad up there the doctors won't be able to tell what happened!" Oh you really don't know the half of it, Hazel thought to herself as the other woman pulled her right leg up onto the table. I don't even know if you'll be able to take it if you did, anyway. Trudy switched the toy to her other hand (where was the knife? It didn't matter, Hazel thought... she must have put it down), then pulled her other leg up so her feet were now flat on the table top. "There it is," Trudy said as she peered at her now exposed anus. "I'm gonna wreck you so bad back there you'll be shitting bricks... Oh FUCK!" Hazel was surprised by the other woman's sudden exclamation and looked up just in time to see her crumple to the ground, clutching at her stomach. At that exact moment, Hazel suddenly remembered the doll's head that Trudy had thrown onto the floor. It was nowhere to be found. Uh oh. "Aaaaauuuuwwww! What the f... aaaaahhh!" Trudy was screaming. It sounded like she was in terrible pain. "What's going on, Trudy?" she enquired. She didn't really care if Trudy was hurt, to be honest, and she wasn't faking concern either. She really did want to know what was going on. "I... aaauuuwww... it hurts! Oh god, it hurts!" Trudy had fallen on to her back, and as Hazel looked on, she spread her own legs, raising her knees as her hands reached down, as if to protect her nether regions. There were loud squishing sounds coming from between her legs and suddenly, she could see Trudy's panties bulging outwards. Fuck! She thought to herself as she watched Trudy's panties push out more. It looked much larger than the doll's head. Hazel's eyes widened as Trudy's scream rose in pitch and volume. It looked like... no, it couldn't be. But as the gusset of her panties began to give way, Hazel realised her initial suspicions were correct. It was the doll's body, pushing out of Trudy's violated pussy. "Ohhhh godddd! What... have you... done to meeeee?" Trudy screamed as the headless body of the doll pushed out from between her stretched vulva. Her pussy lips were so distended it looked like they were pouting for an obscene kiss. "Aaahhhh! You... bitchhhhh! What is... that? It fucking hurts!" Hazel didn't reply. She was too fascinated by the sight of the other woman's pussy distending as it disgorged the body of the doll... the same doll she had felt invading her vagina and womb the previous night. She was sure of it. Trudy was moaning in pain as the doll's body, sans head, arms or legs, slipped out of her ruined pussy and landed with a soft 'plop' on the floor. "Ohhh fuck... that... hurts!" she groaned. But her ordeal was not over yet. "Oh god! Not again! Not back there!" Trudy suddenly yelled out. Hazel could see why -- her anus was pulsing, bulging out slightly, then drawing back in again. With each pulse, her anal ring pushed out more, and Hazel could see that whatever it was, was very large in circumference. Suddenly, she realised just where the doll's head had gone. "Aaaaaaah! Fuckkkkk! You... Aaaauuuwww! Did this... Gaaaah! You bitchhhh!" Trudy's yelling and groaning increased as the head finally made its appearance. God, it was huge. How in the world is she going to pass it out? Hazel thought as she watched the other woman's asshole finally breached by the doll's head emerging. It looked stretched and very painful... and the widest part of it had yet to pass out. "Aaaaaaaauuuuuuwwwwww! You... fucking bitch!" Trudy screamed as more of the head emerged from her ass. "What have... you done... to meeee?" Hazel gaped, unable to believe what she was seeing. The doll's head was emerging from Trudy's ass, the same head that had been on the floor just moments before! More incredibly, Trudy's anus seemed to be coping with the stretching it had to do to allow the head to pass through, although it did look on the verge of tearing. Trudy's screaming became an incomprehensible stream of obscene sounds as the rest of the doll's head pushed out of Trudy's ruined asshole. It didn't look like Kevin would be enjoying it much anymore. If he could, that was. Hazel let a peal of laughter escape her lips, then swallowed hard. Hopefully, the other woman had not noticed it in the midst of her own screaming. By the time the doll's head joined the body on the floor, Trudy had slipped into a state of semi-consciousness. Her screaming had reduced to low moans, and she lay on the floor with her legs apart, her wet pussy and sagging asshole exposed. Yes, it didn't look like she would be satisfying anyone with either of her holes. Not unless she was doing a horse, that was. Hazel looked warily at the doll's head, body and arm on the floor, half expecting them to move. But they looked like ordinary doll parts, and behaved thus. She picked them up carefully, a little surprised at the slimy coating that covered each part. It had suddenly occurred to her that she should collect all the doll parts and try to assemble the doll. She wasn't sure why she should do so... but it somehow felt important. She had them safely stored away by the time Trudy came to. The other woman signalled her return to consciousness with a loud groan, and when she opened her eyes and saw Hazel, she screamed loudly, picked herself up and bolted out the door. Hazel was finally able to laugh out loud. She thought it very ironic that the woman who had stolen her husband was now calling her a witch as she ran out onto the street stark naked. Super-unnatural Ch. 08 She knew she was dreaming again. It was the continuation of her earlier bedroom dream... she was fucking herself on the bedknob when she heard a man's voice just outside the bedroom door. She had thought it was Ted's voice in her earlier dream, but when she heard it this time, she realised it was someone else. It was deeper, the voice of someone whose voice she didn't recognise. It sounded like he was approaching the door while he was calling out to her, asking if she was "decent". She badly wanted to answer "no", but no sound would come from her throat. It seemed like the only sound emanating from her was that of her wetly squelching vagina, as she desperately tried to lift herself off the bedknob before the stranger came into the room. But it was in too deep, far too deep inside her for her to remove without difficulty. She gasped as she pushed down hard with her feet, trying to pull herself up and off the intruding hardness inside her. The lump in her belly moved downwards, towards her pubis, as a deluge of fluid spilled out of her, and she allowed herself hope that she would extricate herself from this predicament before the stranger came in and saw her unclothed and committing such an obscene act... then, just as the bottom of the knob began emerging from her pouting labia, she glanced away from the mirror and saw the door begin to open. The shadow of the man outside was both familiar and unknown -- he was taller and bigger than Kevin or Ted, or any other man she knew, and his eyes... although the rest of him was in shadow, his eyes seemed to glow. "Ready or not, here I come," he said, his booming voice loud and low. His voice was still echoing in her ears when she sat up in bed, glad to be awake. She was even more glad to find that she was still in her apartment... at least she was not wandering around the beach naked like she had been the previous night. Her pussy felt stretched and sore, just like it had following her earlier dreams... but thankfully not as bad as Trudy was probably feeling right now, she thought ruefully. At least I've had some time to get used to it. And she had to admit, it was becoming more of a turn-on for her. Hazel shivered as she thought of how full she had felt down there in her dreams. It was... strangely erotic, she had to admit, and just thinking about it made little shocks of electricity run out from her core. Mmmmm... As she sat and watched the sun rise in her window, she remembered her latest dream, and wondered just who it was that she had dreamt of. Was it the spirit or demon or ghost that had been haunting her dreams? What was it the old man had said? Dough-yo, or something like that. Hmmm. She should try to look it up when she went in to the office today. Hazel stood up and stretched, yawning. It would soon be time to go to work, and her boss would probably be too busy to bother her much today anyway. She glanced in the mirror, noticing for the first time that although she could not really remember the last time she had had a good night's sleep, her eyes did not seem to show any effects of her late night terrors. In fact, she had to admit, she looked better than she had done for a while now -- her skin glowed and... was she mistaken? She looked like she had put on a little weight, especially around the hips and breasts. She grinned in disbelief at her own image. That explained why she actually felt more comfortable going to the office without her panties the previous day. Now that she thought about it, her bra was a little too snug too. Hmmm... she might have to dispense with that too. And heck with whether or not others would notice. I have much more important things to do, she thought to herself as she gave herself a final once over before stepping into the shower. Yes, she was quite certain she had put on a little weight, and in the right places too. Hazel went into her office in unusually high spirits, which everyone seemed to notice. She wasn't sure if they'd noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear too, but that didn't bother her one bit. Her boss glanced at her, looked away, and looked up at her again, a little look of surprise on his face. "You look different today," was all he had to say, and she merely beamed at him. There was no need to respond. She didn't just look different, she felt different, as if the pall of gloom that had followed her for so many years had suddenly lifted off her head. "Is there anything else you need me to prepare for your trip?" she asked him, and he looked down again, shaking his head and waving her away. That was fine -- it was quite the miracle that he even took a second look at her to begin with. She spent the morning researching all possible permutations of the word she had heard the crazy old man mention, and quickly came upon the word "toyol", which she found referred to a local superstition regarding child ghosts or demons who were raised to do a black magician's bidding. Apparently, they were bound to the magician that raised them, and could not be easily dispensed of. There was no reference to dolls at all, but she wondered if the toyols were bound to dolls which were then discarded, when the magicians tired of them. Is the crazy old man a black magic practitioner? she wondered to herself. Maybe he buried his doll where I was sitting. Hazel shifted uncomfortably in her seat, aware that her fluids were beginning to seep out from her at the thought. Good thing the office seats were made of leather. There was a slight tingling down at her groin, where her lower lips were pressing against her skirt and the leather underneath that, and she had to suppress the urge to rub herself against her chair. God, I'd better stop this, she thought to herself as a colleague walked past. This is neither the place nor time... Her mobile phone suddenly rang, startling her. No one called her up, not during the day like this. And she was especially surprised to hear the ringtone, because it only meant one thing. "Hello?" she said, pressing the talk button. And on the other end of the line, she heard the familiar voice of her soon-to-be ex-husband, Ted. "Hi babe." "Ummm... what do you want, Ted?" she said, realising that the tingling in the area between her legs was increasing. Oh god. What did that mean? Did she want him..? "Look, babe, you free for dinner tonight?" "I... don't know. I mean, our lawyers..." "Screw them. I'd like to take you out to dinner tonight. Pick you up at your office at 7. See ya, babe!" "Ted, wait, I..." but it was too late to protest, because she found herself speaking to the beeping tone of a dead line. In his usual inimitable fashion, Ted had demanded and got what he wanted, without a thought for her own feelings. Good thing I'm not going to be busy this evening, she thought as she placed her handphone back in her bag. Oh well. I wonder what it is he wants now. Hazel hated to admit it, but as the evening approached, she found herself anticipating the dinner. It was almost as if Ted's call had awakened something in her. She couldn't tell yet what it was, or maybe she didn't want to admit it... but she found herself going to the toilet more frequently, to touch up her lipstick and comb her hair. Whatever it was Ted wanted, she didn't really care -- it mattered more to her that she look her best when he came to pick her up. For once, he turned up on time. And to surprise her further, he paid her a compliment, which he hadn't done in a long time. "Wow! You look gorgeous, babe!" he chirped as he walked her to his car, opened the door, and let her settle in the seat before closing it. She almost responded with a "Wow, you're such a gentleman, Ted!" but didn't because it would have come out sarcastic any way she said it. Certainly, Ted was pulling out all the stops tonight, and he was at his charming best. She hadn't seen this side of him in a long, long time. Dinner was lovely, at a quiet restaurant that only those who enjoy sumptuous food at equally sumptuous prices know about. The candlelight seemed to play tricks on her, because she kept seeing his eyes sparkle as they chatted about everything and nothing. She was almost disappointed when it came time to leave, and had half a mind to tell him to go when he accompanied her back to her apartment, but the tingling down there had grown into a minor electrical storm as the evening turned into night... and she wanted, no needed, to know if perhaps he would be able to help her quell it. There was a moment's misgiving when the door shut behind him and they made their way into her bedroom. Somewhere at the back of her mind, someone was yelling at her: "Are you mad, Hazel?" but her body ignored the protest. She let him hold her hand and pull her to the bed, and somewhere between her clothes coming off her body and his fulsome praise ("Have you been working out, babe? You look absolutely gorgeous!") she knew that she would have little chance of stopping him from going any further than she had intended when the evening started. "God, Haze, you really look awesome! What have you been doing?" he purred as her positioned himself between her legs, his erection poised and pointed right at her sex. She merely smiled at him, and he took it to mean she wanted it, so he drove forward, plunging his cock into the depths of her wetness. It wasn't as impressive as Kevin's, and certainly nowhere near the stretching she had felt with the doll going in there, but she was enjoying it nonetheless. It felt... nice, comfortable, as if it was something she should have enjoyed from a long time ago. So she let him, wrapping her legs around his hips as he pumped his cock in and out, raising her higher and higher, towards the sweet, exhilarating peak that she knew would come... His first mistake was to mention his lover's name. "Trudy said you fucked one of her friends, and I told her I didn't believe that," he whispered in her ear as he rested, wanting to draw this encounter out. "She said you were a rapacious slut and that you injured her friend because of your insatiability. Hahaha... I said, how in the world could that be my little mouse, Hazel?" "What..? When did she..?" she was suddenly brought back to earth by his utterance. "This morning," he grinned at her. "She was off her rocker, yelling about powerful magic or some other shit like that. She also said you injured her and I should stay away from you for my own good." "Well, you know I'm not one to believe in that shit," he continued, not noticing her discomfort with the topic of discussion. "I just cut her off. The stupid little bimbo thinks I'm going to marry her. In fact, if you did have something to do with her hysterics," he looked into her eyes as he began slowly pumping his cock into her once more. "I should thank you. If there was anything at all that I liked about her, that phone call I got from her just about wiped it off my memory." She looked at him, unable to say a word. What a selfish asshole I've married, she thought to herself. "Hey, speaking of memories, do you remember what I always wanted to do, but you never let me? You know, in your ass?" She shook her head to signal her disapproval of his suggestion, but he chose to take it that she had forgotten how he had asked for anal sex during their marriage. "OK, since you don't remember, I guess you won't mind if we do it, just one time, before we get officially divorced?" He pulled his member completely out of her vagina, grabbed her knees and pushed them up and back towards her chest, pulling her hips upwards and outwards, exposing her anus. "No! Ted, I don't..." "Ah nuts, Haze. I don't want to tell my friends I was married to you all this time and didn't even get to plug you in that great ass of yours. I have to do it just once." "No, I don't want to..." "Hey, hey, it's alright, babe, it's me, remember? Your hunky husband? I'll make it fine. You'll like it. You'll see." With that, she felt him press the slippery tip of his cock into the area between the globes of her buttocks. He struggled to find her reluctant orifice, so he leaned his weight on her, releasing her left knee and bringing his hand down to guide his cock to the entrance of her rear passage. Hazel gasped as she felt it probe at the entrance of her anus. She wasn't sure she would be able to resist him this time, now that he had her under him like this. Oh shit. He was bringing his weight to bear on her, and she was just about to give up resisting and let him have his way with her asshole when he suddenly stiffened and raised himself up and away from her body. "Fuck, wha..." he said, then screamed. It was a loud, high-pitched scream, of pain and horror. "Who's that? Stop that! STOP THAT! Stop! Oh god, stop!" "Ted, what's the matter?" she said, unfurling her own body and rolling away from him. She was glad he hadn't managed to carry out his threat to sodomise her, and wasn't as concerned about his welfare as she sounded. What was happening to him? Was it the same thing that happened to Kevin? "No! I'm not... Don't!" he screamed again. He was bent forward slightly, his legs apart and the look on his face was of sheer humiliation. "Haze, how could you..?" She looked at him in utter confusion. Her eyes drifted down to his cock reluctantly, expecting to see the same little plastic hand sticking out of its eye... but there was nothing there. His cock was just... erect. No, it was more than that. It was bobbing as if he was... Suddenly understanding, she looked into the mirror on the wall just beside the bed and saw a dim shadow just behind him. It was more like a smudge, a dark apparition that did not look in the least like the clear shadows cast by ordinary objects in the moonlit room. And it was huge, a head taller than Ted. As she watched, the smudge seemed to move, and Ted jerked, crying out. He was being fucked in the ass! The realisation made the sides of her mouth curl up in a wry smile. I hope you like it, babe, she thought as she looked at his tear-filled eyes. Oh yes, I'm sure you will. As she watched, the smudge appeared to increase its thrusts into Ted's buttocks, lifting him off the floor and making him squeal in sheer terror. Because it did not possess a physical form and appeared to have the consistency of smoke, she swore she was able to see Ted's asshole gaping as he was mercilessly sodomised. God, that's big, she thought. Then she realised that Ted's cock seemed bigger and harder, and surmised that his body was responding physically to the anal rape. I hope you like that, you asshole, she smiled. Ted had stopped screaming by then, and his breathing was ragged and harsh, but there was no denying his arousal. Hazel wanted to laugh. Big man Ted. Mr Big, being screwed in his ass, and getting off on it. Oh, he's never gonna live this down, especially if he... Then the smudge appeared to thrust very strongly and deeply into Ted's rectum, and the thing she thought might happen actually did. Ted came. And he didn't just come in the usual amounts that he proudly proclaimed to speak volumes of his own virility, he came like there was no tomorrow. Spurt after spurt of semen shot out of his cock and spattered onto the space she had vacated on the bed. His ejaculation seemed to go on for ages. "Urrrttt!" Ted grunted as the last spurts dribbled weakly out of his deflating cock. She looked into his face and this time, she couldn't help herself. She laughed. She laughed at the man who had promised to love and cherish her, and instead had tormented and abused and cheated her for the duration of their marriage. She laughed in relief at the thought that her ordeal of torture, her marriage would finally be over. And she laughed mostly because of the look of embarrassment and disgust in his face. She had been witness to his sodomy, and more -- to his obvious enjoyment of the act that had been committed on him. She knew he would never look her up again because he would never be able to face her, knowing that she had seen all that. The smudge had disappeared when Ted collapsed on the floor, groaning loudly. He did not seem to be fully conscious, and did not make any attempt to cover up his sagging asshole. No wait... there was something there. Hazel almost exclaimed aloud as she walked round to Ted's rear to have a look. It looked like... a doll's foot. Damn. Ted was lying face down on the floor, unmoving, so she picked up her nerve and reached out to pull the leg slowly out of his clutching anus. As the toy limb slid out, she was amazed to hear his groan once more, and see a small pool of semen appear underneath him. He was getting off on this! she giggled merrily as the last of the doll's leg exited his rectum. Oh dear Ted. Looks like you're into a lot more than you're willing to admit! She quietly left the room to put the leg together with the rest of the doll parts she had collected, in the spare room she used as a storeroom. It would become clear why she was keeping them, she was sure of it. As she closed the drawer, she heard the front door open and slam shut quickly. Good. At least she wouldn't have to worry about how to get rid of Ted. Super-unnatural Ch. 09 This time she knew she wasn't dreaming. She knew it because she had just cleaned up the bed and washed up, trying not to thinking about the aching that her recently interrupted intercourse with Ted had left in her loins. She knew it because she had only just got into bed and taken a last, quick glance in the mirror, and realised that the smudge was back. Or maybe he had been there all along, observing her as she went about her chores stark naked. That second thought sent a slight tremor up her sex. Trudy was right -- Ted would never be able to satisfy any woman because he was too much into what he wanted and he thought the world of his own prowess. And that had been true for each and every time he had had sex with her. He never bothered about what she wanted or how she felt, he just assumed she liked it because he was Ted. Now that recent events had awakened her once-dead sensuality, Hazel had begun to worry if she was turning into a sex-crazed nympho. After all, she was getting hot just at the idea that some stranger, no, strange being, had been looking at her naked body. She ran her hand lightly over her sensitive nipples, now standing proud and erect, down to her belly, and almost cried out as her fingers brushed through her tuft of pubic hair. Oh god. He's watching me, she thought to herself. And all I can think to do is to touch myself. I'm so fucked up. The smudge did not move, but she was certain he was watching her, as certain as she was that he was of the masculine gender. And it wasn't just because she had just seen him sodomise her ex-husband too -- there was just something very male about the shape and look of him. What are you? she thought to herself as her hands continued to sweep across her naked body. She had lain back down on the newly-made bed, spreading her legs slightly and inviting him to take a longer look at her body. Are you a toyol? Her legs spread a little more, opening her secrets to her unknown observer. He had red eyes, she knew, even though she could not see them in the mirror... and those red eyes were fixed on her vulva, exposed and waiting for his touch. He surprised her by replying. Nothing was said -- she didn't hear his words, but she heard him in her head -- yet his voice was reassuringly familiar. It was the same voice of the stranger in her dream. "I'm no toyol," he laughed. "I am what people call a djinn. I am far more powerful than the mischievous little imp you're referring to." But what about what the old man said? Who is he to you? "The old man? He's a bomoh, a local magician. Not a very powerful one, I might add. He called me that to insult me. He knows just what I am." "No, he didn't summon me," the djinn continued just before the question popped into her mind. "He got lucky. I had been fooling around and was really weak when he came upon me. He bound me to the doll, which is how I ended up serving him." So you're not the doll? "Of course not!" Hazel could hear an undercurrent of anger in his voice even as his tone sounded jolly. She shivered. The aching, tingling sensations in her groin had increased, and it took all of her willpower to concentrate on his words, instead of doing what she really wanted to do. She crossed her legs, squeezing her labia tightly together in a bid to quell the little tremors running through her sensitive flesh. He smiled. "The doll is some cheap item he got from a nickel-and-dime store. He's not a great magician, but he knew enough to bind me, and control me. I've been doing his bidding since." What bidding? "Oh, you know. Stuff. Like what magicians need to make people believe in them." So how come he's not controlling you now? "Because, my dear, you have most of the parts of the doll. Collecting them has helped me focus my energy so that I can manifest, albeit in a very limited manner." Limited? "Yes, limited. You can't see me because I don't have a form. Heck, no one can see me now because my parts are still separated." So what can... how can you get your powers back? "Assemble the doll. The parts that you have, that is. You'll be able to see me without having to look in the mirror." I... OK. I suppose I can do that. Hazel left the room and almost ran to the cupboard where she had kept the doll parts. She returned as quickly as she could, the fire in her lower belly increasing as her thoughts jumped from wondering what he would look like to what he would do to her when he had his form. Her knees were shaking by the time she set the doll parts down on the bed and began pushing them together. He laughed. It was a deep, masculine laugh that sounded like a bell tolling in the distance. "My, aren't you in a rush?" She blushed and ignored his comment, concentrating on snapping the head, then the arm and leg onto the body of the doll. As the leg slid into place, she realised that she wasn't alone in the room anymore. She could see him. He wasn't solid the way a human body was, but at least, he had a definite shape. He was certainly a man, alright. Her eyes drifted lower and her mouth gaped as they alighted on his penis. It was massive, and it was clearly erect. It was the clearest, most defined part of the djinn. Oh god. That... monster is going to... oh god, she thought as she realised her thighs were opening up involuntarily in response to the sight before her. Her pelvic muscles twitched uncontrollably and she could feel her own fluids sliding out of her drooling vagina as her eyes went lower still, to gaze upon his incredibly large balls. I... don't know if I can... She could tell he was grinning even though his features were indistinct. All that she could see of his face were his red, glowing eyes, which were fixed on her. On her naked body. On her secret parts. Hazel felt another rush of fluid from deep within dribble out of her and blushed again. She knew that she would find out soon enough, if she could. "Tell me, my dear, why did you agree to put me back together? What is your purpose in wanting to see me?" I... I don't know... "Oh but you certainly do. You agreed to put the doll back together, just like you agreed to let me into your body back there on the beach." I thought... I should help... "A stranger? And one you couldn't see? That's hardly believable, Hazel. Since you are hearing me in your thoughts, surely you know that I am aware of just what you want." What I... want? What do you..? "The man, Kevin. You wanted him to stop but he didn't. So I stopped him, with whatever limited powers I had. Ditto your friend Trudy and your husband Ted. They were all trying to abuse you, and you wanted them stopped, so I did as you wished." But I didn't wish... "Hey, I'm inside your head, Hazel. Don't you think I'd know what you really want?" But I didn't wish for them to be harmed! "No, you didn't. And they weren't harmed. Just hurt a little. Just enough so they won't try to bother you again." So you... those dreams I'd been having... were they real? The djinn's laughter boomed in her sweltering room. Or maybe she was just feeling hot. She was so hot, especially down there, that she had to... spread her legs apart... even though the very act of doing so seemed to fan the flames further. "They were images I put in your mind to help you accept what was going on down inside you. You got up so quickly and left before I could really get inside you, so I had to do that while you were asleep." But I thought you... got in at the beach? "No, not at all. I accepted your invitation, but like I'd said earlier, I have no physical form, although I am bound to an item with physical form. So I had to move that item into you, in order to get away from that damned tree." What's the significance of the tree? "That old thing? That's where the old man caught me, while I was napping. So that's where he trapped me in the doll and buried me in the sand. He goes back regularly, you know, to re-energise his power." But what about the other night? "Oh, you mean when you woke up under the tree? I brought you there. I'd drawn enough power from your feelings to be able to transport you there unseen. I wanted you to see what the old man had done. I didn't have enough energy to bring you back in, though I knew you had it in you to find your way back here without being seen." That... was nasty. I could have been seen! "But you weren't. And you enjoyed it anyway, didn't you? Especially when the old man reached out and grabbed you?" I... yes. I guess so. "Well, guess who woke him up?" You... you! How could you..! The djinn's laughter drew more fluids from deep within. Her throbbing vagina was burning so hot that she had to lean back and spread her legs as far apart as she could. Never mind that he could look right up into here -- he had already been in there anyway -- she just didn't trust her own body anymore. Not in the presence of the djinn. She shivered and moaned slightly. Her vulva, no, the entire area between her legs had become so sensitive she almost screamed when a light breeze blew across her body. "Your words suggest anger, but you body says otherwise. I believe you will need some help with satisfying a current need." Hazel did scream when he moved forward, but it was not out of fear... she screamed because his cock had grazed the top of her pulsating slit and caused a sudden burst of electricity to run across and deep into her pubis. Oh god. I can't watch, she thought to herself as she lay on her back on the bed, drawing her knees upwards to give him unobstructed access to her aching sex. Oh god. Oh god. Oh goddddd! It seemed he enjoyed drawing things out because he took a long time putting his penis where she wanted it to go. But his tardiness also made the experience excruciatingly erotic. Hazel felt her vulva slowly pressed apart and back as the huge girth of his cockhead slowly passed into her. Her breath caught in her throat as the thickest part pressed forward, stretching her labia so much she thought she would tear apart down there. Then it was inside her, the massive bulb distending her vaginal walls like nothing had ever done before. Not even the doll was as large as the djinn's cock! He stopped when he was halfway inside her, and she found the courage to breathe again. He was smiling at her impatience -- her hips were undulating, her vagina trying hard to swallow more of his prong into her. "You had a question? About the doll?" What..? I do? "Yes. You were wondering if the old man put me into a doll with only one arm and one leg. The answer is no. He has the remaining limbs with him. That is how he retains his power over me." Oh. OK. Yes, I did wonder... please. Faster! Don't stop. Don't stop! "Your wish is my command." And the djinn continued his obscene exploration of her deepest parts, his massive cock probing and stretching her vaginal walls to unimaginable degrees. Although Hazel had decided not to look, she couldn't help herself -- a quick glance down and she was both shocked and aroused by the sight of her belly bulging out with his inward thrusts. She supposed that she should be in tremendous pain, but all she felt, in her ravished loins and all across her breasts and body, were waves of pleasure, crashing with increasing frequency against each other as he slowly pumped his cock into her. As the sensations began to build towards what she knew would be an exhausting and totally satisfying climax, she found herself pulling her legs upwards, clutching on to her knees as she held herself open for an ever deeper fucking. "I need your help." He suddenly slowed his pumping into her badly leaking parts, drawing a mewl of protest from her. "I want to be free of the old man." What? WHAT? Don't stop! What do you want? I... keep on... fucking me! "I need your help to get the remaining parts of the doll back from him." OK. Sure! I'll help! Please! Just don't stop! Don't STOP! "Ir won't be easy. You'll need to find him. And let him see you, touch you. And fuck you." OK. OK! Anything! Just don't stop!! "There's one more thing," he said as his tempo increased slightly. WHAT? Whatever it is, I'll do it! She could hear her private parts squelching loudly with his thrusts, but she didn't care. She was close. So close to it she could almost touch it. She wanted to. She needed to reach the peak that he was maddeningly withholding from her. "I'll have to get all the way inside you. I mean ALL the way. Are you sure you're OK with that?" Yes! Yes! YES! Please! Yes! Come all the way inside me! Just don't stop! She found herself agreeing even though she knew what he meant -- that he would be forcing his inhuman cock past her cervix and into her inner sanctum. Her womb. But she couldn't care. The climax was so near. She had to agree. "Very well, then," he said, and suddenly she couldn't see him anymore. But she could still feel his cock pumping into her with greater enthusiasm. It seemed to be getting bigger and longer, and the head was mashing up against her inner barrier, pressing up against the muscular neck of her womb. She tried hard to relax herself so that he could get in, and was surprised to feel her cervical os begin to open up to the djinn's cockhead. Ohhhh goddddd! she moaned loudly as she felt her womb being breached by the djinn's cock. It was less painful than she thought it would be, although the stretching feeling was more pronounced deeper inside. I'm not... sure I can take... it... And then the huge head was inside her uterus. She felt her cervix clamp down on the stem right behind the cockhead, and open up slightly as he drew it out a bit before plunging it back in again. She began to shudder, both at the sensation and the thought that she was being fucked more deeply than any woman had a right to be fucked. He was fucking her womb with his cock, and she was... taking it all! Oh god. What am I doing? she suddenly thought to herself, then she took a glance at the mirror. The smudge was no more, and her eyes had not lied to her -- the djinn was nowhere to be seen. But she could still see what he was doing to her, because her legs were wide apart, her vulva a widely gaping O from which liquid was gushing with each outward movement of his unseen penis. She could see right into herself, and she saw her vaginal walls undulate as they were massaged by the massive invisible cock that was plundering her womb. It was precisely at that moment when she realised this that she came. She came so hard, her pelvic muscles spasming painfully against the djinn's cock that she saw stars behind her eyelids. Then she felt his cock twitch inside her, and spurt what felt like thick, cold fluid directly into her womb, she came even harder. And promptly passed out. Super-unnatural Ch. 10 It was pretty late in the morning when she woke up. She was a little disoriented at first, which was a little odd -- surely she wouldn't expect to be anywhere else but in her own bedroom? -- then she remembered what had happened the night before, and realised that the part of her that was not Hazel was still getting used to being a part of her. She looked down her nude body, and reached under her butt to touch the bedsheet, half-expecting to find some detritus of her coital encounter with the djinn... but there was none. The sheets were warm and dry under her fingers, and she was only half-surprised to feel hair at her fingertips. Her pubic hair. All of it had fallen off her in the night, and she didn't even have to wonder why. The old man liked it this way, she thought. It'll distract him so the necessary could be done. There was no need for her to know just what needed to be done -- knowing too much might undo them, so she shrugged and turned her hand upwards to feel the velvety soft lips of her sex. Everything felt normal, and as she glanced at the mirror and saw her denuded labia, she grinned. It did look kind of sexy, after all. At that thought, she felt a little wetness at her fingertips. Better stop this, she thought to herself. I've got a fair bit of work to do today. First, she called the office to say she wasn't coming in -- it didn't matter anyway because her boss had already left on his business trip, and there was precious little that needed her attention in the office. Then she rose from the bed, removed the sheet again, and dumped it into the laundry basket. As she walked back, she realised that it was a glorious day. The sun was shining brightly and light winds were blowing here and there, making the windchime in her balcony tinkle in delight. She stopped for a moment at a window and looked outside, not caring that passersby could, and probably did see her standing there naked when they looked up at her window. It's a great day indeed, she thought to herself. A great day for settling scores. Hazel stretched and yawned, lifting herself upwards so that the gawking young man down below got a good view of her hairless vulva. Then she went to the bathroom for a good, long shower. She did so not because she felt dirty -- nothing of the sort! -- but because she wanted to make sure the old man would not suspect anything was amiss when he saw her later. There was no way of knowing just how perceptive he was, in spite of the djinn's quick dismissal of his powers, and she didn't think it worth taking the chance. Besides, she liked taking showers -- they relaxed her. By the time she was done, it was just about noon... the usual time the old man would be found at the tree. She was as certain of that as she was that the sun was shining high in the clear blue sky. Hazel made her way to the tree at the beach and was a little surprised to find that it was not at all as gloomy as she had initially thought. In fact, it seemed to shine with an understated glow, and she wondered why it was that no one around her seemed to notice or care. When she reached the tree, she began slowly digging at the soft sand between its roots, biding her time and waiting for the old man to turn up like he normally did. He did not disappoint, making his presence known to her when he gruffly asked what she was doing. "I'm looking for something I dropped the other day," she replied, not turning around. She could feel his eyes on her buttocks, encased in the tightest pair of shorts she could find, and knew that he was sizing her up. "What do you care?" "You won't be able to find it here," the old man said. "It's gone for good." "What? How do you know?" she responded, feigning ignorance. "I haven't even told you what I lost!" "You're the woman who was here last week, aren't you?" "What if I am? What's it to you?" "Have you been having some strange dreams? Is there something that seems to be bothering you?" "You know what, I've made a mistake talking to you," she said abruptly, turning around to glare at him. He looked just the same as he did in her dream, except he looked older and... was she mistaken?.. a little worried? "I think I should leave now." "No, wait," the old man said, and she could hear the pleading in his voice. "It's just that... I've lost something too, and I wondered if you might have found it while you were looking..?" "Nothing of the sort," she said, walking away from him. "Nice talking to you." "Hey, look, I'm sorry I was so nosy, alright?" Hazel refused to reply, and continued to walk away from the old man and the tree. "Look, miss, I can help you find what it was you lost," she heard him say, and slowed to a stop. OK, that's a good start, she thought to herself. Now he's willing to help. She turned round to face him and looked him squarely in those wild eyes. "You'd better not try anything funny with me, buster. I've seen it all, heard it all. You could be a conman, as far as I am concerned." "Wait a minute, miss," he pleaded with her once more. "Hear me out. I know some... magic. You know, I'm a bomoh. A local magician. I do have some powers that I can use to help you." "Magic? Pshaw!" she sniffed and made to turn away again. "Listen, you've got nothing to lose, alright? If I'm telling the truth, you'll find what you're looking for. If I'm lying, you can always call the police. And I'm not even asking for payment." "Go on." "Look, let's get out of here and go to someplace quieter, where I can concentrate." "OK, I live nearby. Let's go back to my apartment," she volunteered. "But I warn you, it's the middle of the day and there are people around. My neighbours are very nosy and will come running once I start yelling. And I will yell if you try anything funny." "Trust me, miss, you won't have anything to yell about," he seemed eager to assure her. "You'll be pleasantly surprised instead." "We'll see about that," she muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. She wanted him to be off-balance, unsure of her stance, so she needed to play the unbeliever to the hilt. They walked back to her apartment in silence, and she made sure to knock on her neighbour's door and ask about her cat, just so he would be convinced she was cautious about him. When the door closed behind her, she turned to see him casting furtive glances around her living room. "Do you mind if I look around?" he asked politely. "I just need to make sure there's nothing in your apartment that will distract me from my spell." "Go ahead," she said. The doll had been stowed away in a secure place, so there was no chance of him finding or sensing its presence in her apartment. After a few minutes of silence as he disappeared into her bedroom, she feigned impatience. "Look, are you really going to help me find it or are you just perving on my lingerie drawer?" "OK, OK, I'm done," he said, reappearing at the door to her room. "Let's get started. What were you looking for?" "A doll." "A doll?" His voice was steady, but the sudden rise in his tone betrayed his interest. "What kind of doll?" "You know, the cheap kind that you can get at any toy store. With eyes that open and close and all that." "Why don't you just go buy another one at the store then?" "They don't make them anymore. That's why this one is special." "Oh? How is it special?" "Well, I found it buried in the sand the other day. It was so dirty I just left it where I'd found it, but when I got back here and thought about it, it reminded me of a doll I used to have as a child. I just thought it would be nice to keep the doll so I can think about my carefree days as a child when I look at it." "You found it? Was it buried under that tree?" "Yeah. Was it your doll?" she grinned at him. "Imagine that, a man your age..." "You didn't bring it back with you?" "No, like I said, it was dirty and anyway I thought some poor kid must be crying her eyes out over it. So I left it where I found it. Weren't you paying attention?" "So why are you looking for it now?" "Because I realised that it was too dirty and old to be some child's recently misplaced doll. Whoever lost it, did so a long time ago. Since it's not likely that it's anyone's doll, I thought I'd claim it for my own." "It's a good thing you didn't. You would be dealing with something beyond your comprehension." "Huh? What do you mean?" "I mean that magic is involved. That doll is unclean, but not in a physical sense. Bringing it back will bring chaos and disharmony to your apartment." She laughed. "Right. That's not something I believe it, alright? You can sell your mumbo jumbo to others, but not to me." "It's not rubbish, young lady. Think about it... have you been having strange dreams lately?" "What's that got to..? Oh, I see... this is where you try to sell me the idea that my place is haunted and only you have the power to cleanse it, right?" "You haven't answered my question." "I have strange dreams all the time. No biggie." "Are you sure you haven't been having strange dreams this past week? Especially something that's consistent?" "I hardly see why I should..." "Young lady! Whether you believe it or not, spirits do exist. And if you somehow manage to invite one in, you won't be able to be rid of it ever." "So what? I can't see it, so why should I..?" "It can see you. It can sense you and it'll follow you and create mischief wherever you go. You won't have any control over what it does and it will get more mischievous." Hazel was careful to keep the look of disbelief on her face, but allowed her words to show a smidgen of doubt. "I guess it might be problematic when I get married..." "Yes, it will. It will drive away all the people in your life because it'll react to your every emotion. It cannot distinguish between a momentary flash of emotion and a true desire, and will act either in tandem or against your wishes. Whichever pleases it more." "I was about to say, problematic if I get married and if I believed in that shit," she glared at him. "I'm still not convinced that..." "Your dreams... did they feature a dark figure with glowing red eyes?" "Yes, well... so you've been watching the same horror movies I have..." "And were your dreams sexual in nature?" "WHAT? That's it. I must have been mad, inviting a pervert into my apartment. Get out." "They were sexual dreams, weren't they?" "If you don't get out now, I'm going to scream..." "You dreamed about being raped by this dark being with glowing red eyes. His cock was huge, far bigger than a normal man's. And every time you looked at him, you were unable to control your sexual desires..." "Fine, I warned you. HEL..." "They aren't going to stop just because you don't believe in them, you know. Your dreams, I mean. They'll keep going on until you won't be able to function normally. They'll drive you mad." "I... you know what? Why should I believe you? You're just some crazy old man..." "... who has seen at least one other case similar to this. Like you, she didn't believe in spirits either. Now, she's locked up in a mental institution for good, in a room where there are no objects she can use to harm herself with. Like bedposts and bedknobs." She looked at him and left her mouth open to suggest her surprise at his revelation. "Yes, she went crazy because the spirit kept tormenting her, making her fuck herself with everything she could imaginably stuff inside her. Bedknobs were her favourite." "She... In my dreams..." "You were fucking yourself on a bedknob, weren't you? That's how it starts. Because the spirit is a vicious one, and it implants a dream in your head that you're fucking a bedknob when you're really being fucked by it." Hazel felt her knees quiver at the thought, but the djinn had a strong grip on her mind, so her vagina did not leak like it threatened to. Thank god. "But... won't you be able to tell now that you're here? You haven't found anything here right?" she gave the impression of confusion giving way to aggression. She didn't want him to suspect anything was amiss. "There are spirits that attach to places, and spirits that attach to people. I'm talking about the latter type. They're harder to discover, and even worse to dispel." "Attach to people?" "As a living being, you are a magnet to all sorts of spirits. Some are good and help you along; others are malevolent and will do their best to cause harm to you and to those you love." "Those I love? You mean..?" "Yes, your boyfriend or husband will be attacked. These spirits think nothing of causing death because the concept of death is alien to them. They don't die. They are just... dispersed, for want of a better word." "But I..." "Are you a virgin? They are powerfully attracted to people who are pure in spirit. If you are a virgin, many spirits will try to attach themselves to you." "I... uh..." Hazel surprised herself by managing a blush. "I can see that you are. So that means the spirit is probably attached to you." "Um... how can you tell?" "Well, there's one sure way to find out, but... it's up to you whether you want to or not." "What do you mean?" "It involves you taking off your clothes and letting me examine your body for imprints the spirit may have left on you." "No shit. I guessed it would come to this." She glared at him, feigning anger. "You're just another two-bit lecher who's..." "Well, if you're fine with living with the spirit for the rest of your life, it's up to you. It's no skin off my back." This time, the old man pretended to turn away from her. She knew he was pretending because his eyes lingered on hers even as he began turning away. He was trying to read her. "I'm... of course I'm not alright! But I'm not comfortable at all with you seeing me like that..." "Trust me, my dear, that's the best way to tell. Otherwise, it's all guesswork and you'll be going to all sorts of doctors looking for a cure for a disease that isn't. Besides, I've done this many times before, so believe me, seeing you naked does nothing for me." Like hell it doesn't, she thought to herself as she put a thoughtful expression on her face. "But... I've never..." "Of course not," he said soothingly. "Most of my clients had the same difficulty with the ritual. But it is necessary." You bastard, she thought as she looked away from him. You've done this so many times before... and to all those poor, innocent women. "I... don't know what I should do," she confessed as she pretended to be embarrassed. "Look, we're in your house, so you don't have to worry," he assured her. "I can conduct the ritual in your bedroom if you like." "My bedr... no. I don't think..." "You'll need to lie down for me to have a proper look at you, and since your living room floor doesn't look quite as comfortable." "Comfortable? You mean..? How long will it take? I don't think..." "Tell you what, why don't you just go into your room and get yourself ready? You can cover yourself with towels and I'll only uncover those parts I need to examine." "I... still don't think..." "Look, I won't take too long looking at you, OK? I'll just take a quick look to check for the spirit's marks, then I'll cover you up again." "Um. OK. I guess." Hazel walked hesitantly to her bedroom, shut the door, stripped off, took two towels from her cupboard, lay down on her bed and covered her naked body. When she thought an appropriate amount of time had passed, she called out to him to say she was ready. He was muttering under his breath as he entered the room and she knew immediately that he was casting a spell to make her slowly become unaware of what he was doing to her. She pretended not to notice, asking instead: "So... how will you begin?" He stopped his chanting long enough to answer her: "I know what I'm doing. You don't need to worry about it." As he continued his chanting, Hazel realised that a part of her was giving in to it -- she felt a little lightheaded and worried that she might give the game away. But the djinn was doing his part well -- she still retained awareness enough to notice that the old man was disrobing in front of her. He was that confident that she would not be aware of his actions, she knew it was something he'd done countless times before. When he stood naked next to her, it took all her concentration to not gasp -- his penis was far larger than a normal human being's, although she suspected its girth and length were second to the djinn's. Still, it made for an impressive sight, especially since it was waving in her face as he removed all the towels from her body. She heard him remark about her body in a language she should not understand, yet she knew he was commenting on how neat and cute her pussy looked. Then he moved down to the bottom of the bed, removing the large cock from her sight. She made sure not to follow him with her eyes, instead lying back and looking up at the ceiling while she felt him spread her legs to either side, before his cock was quickly pressed into her. She was right. Impressive as it was, his cock was no match for the djinn's. She almost sighed in disappointment as she felt it probe up into her vagina. He commented on how tight she was, which surprised her a little -- she had thought the djinn would have wrecked her pussy for any man after the previous night's fucking -- but he was right, she was tight. She could feel his cock pressing against her vaginal walls, opening her up as he savoured his first entry into her body. When he reached the end of her sheath, she gasped as the cockhead bumped against her cervix. He laughed and said something about destroying her pussy for any other man, then pulled it out and rammed it in again. The old man was relentless -- he sawed his cock in and out of her like he was trying to kill her with it. Clearly, he was proud of his prowess, and fully intent on getting full satisfaction from this encounter. It was getting hard to breathe, his tempo was really that fast, yet she could tell that he was going to come because he went even faster, his pubis slapping loudly against hers in an almost continuous sound. She heard him say something about how great it was to be fucking someone other than the local girls he normally got, then she felt his cock swell up inside her. This is it, she realised, and she raised her hips up so that her sex would swallow his cock up into her as deeply as it could. He was not looking at her, his eyes were shut and the expression on his face gave the impression that he was in pain. There was a sudden deluge deep inside, and in the middle of his ejaculation, she felt something from inside her reach out, grab something, and pull it out of him and into her womb. The old man suddenly cried out, and she wondered if he knew what had been done to him. For a split second, she felt sorry for him. He was an old man, after all. Then she thought of all those years that the djinn had spent as his slave and the feeling passed. She was doing something right. She was setting things straight. That's what she was doing. Her womb reached out a second time and she felt another object pass into her just as his wild spurting in her pussy slowed down. No, that wasn't right. His cock was shrinking. Where it was quite impressive when she first saw it and when she felt it slide into her, she could hardly feel it now. That's not right, she thought to herself. She knew it was normal for a man's penis to shrink after his climax, but she didn't think it was likely it would shrink by that much. Hazel thought the old man would surely realise what had been done, but he seemed too exhausted to notice. He staggered backwards, his cock sliding out of her like a weak dribble of semen. Then he began chanting again, to bring her back to awareness. He was still confident that she was still 'out of it', and busied himself with cleaning up the traces of their intercourse, then dressing himself up, so she knew that he had not yet discovered that the doll's arm and leg had been taken from him while he was coming. Super-unnatural Ch. 10 After a length of time, he covered her with the towels once more, and gently shook her shoulder. "Miss? Are you OK?" "Wha..? What happened?" "You became unconscious during the ritual. The spirit was stronger than I thought, so I had to take a longer time to get rid of it." "Is it gone now?" "Yes, it's gone. It won't bother you again." "What did you do to me while I was...?" "I didn't do a thing. The spirit made you unconscious, then it had its way with you. I did everything in my power to stop it before it could finish but..." "It... finished? You mean it..? Then that means I'm no longer..." "Miss, don't be upset. This spirit was a particularly malevolent one, and you're lucky I managed to disperse it before it could do worse things to you." "But how will I explain to my..." "Most men won't be able to tell anyway. It's just a piece of flesh inside you, and... you know what? I'm not even sure the spirit manifested in physical form enough to break it." "But... I've been fucked..." "Only by a spirit. What you're feeling inside you is the physical manifestation of the spirit's essence. I managed to prevent it from becoming solid, so it only managed to reach a liquid state before I got rid of it." "Oh. Oh, thank you. Thank you for saving me." "That's alright, Miss. No need for thanks. Tell you what, here's my contact number. Call me if you feel threatened by spirits again. Sometimes they come back, so you might want me to conduct another ritual next week." "OK. OK, that'll be fine. Next week then." "Right, I'll be leaving now," he grinned cheerily as he put his hand on the doorknob. "No need to show me out, Miss. You'll tired after an ordeal like that." "That's very true. How thoughtful. Thank you." She saw him smiling as he opened the door and stepped out of her room, but he didn't seen the triumphant grin on her face. Super-unnatural Ch. 11 She supposed she should have stopped to think about things first. But that seemed like something another Hazel, in another lifetime, another body and another mind would have done. She hadn't even hesitated -- after the old man had left, she had hurried over to her neighbour's flat to retrieve her bag, in which she had stashed the djinn's doll. She hadn't even bothered to dress properly before going over -- she had simply thrown a large tee over her naked body and walked right over. There was a slightly worrying moment when she felt the old man's cum sliding out of her vagina as she spoke to her neighbour, but then she realised that she didn't really care what the old lady thought of her and the thought relaxed her. If the old biddy sees cum sliding down the insides of my legs, so be it, she thought, smiling as she thanked her elderly neighbour for her help. It had worked a treat. Like the djinn had known, the old man would not have felt the presence of the doll in that apartment because of the neighbour's pet cat. So he had no way of knowing she was in cahoots with the djinn. She had known, through the djinn's presence in her body, that the old man would become distracted by the thought of fucking her. Just like she knew now, what it was the old man had had the djinn do for him. The fucking pervert wanted to have his way with any woman he desired, but he had not quite been a hit with the ladies even then, when he was much younger. He was frustrated with his lack of success with the ladies, and jumped upon the chance to get what he wanted when he had chanced upon the djinn resting under the tree. He was able to rape so many women without fear of reprisal only because of what he had learned from the djinn; and to make matters worse, he used the djinn's power to endow himself with a weapon so large it had destroyed many of the women he had assaulted. Hazel shivered as the memories of the man raping a convulsing young girl ran through her mind like a horror movie. She really looked very young, perhaps 18 or 19, and her slit much too small to accommodate his enlarged prick, but he forced it in anyway, seeming to enjoy the girl's squirming as her vulva stretched and looked about to tear with the violent fucking he had inflicted upon her. He had laughed as her naked body quivered -- she was still under his spell, yet in obvious distress -- and only remarked in the local lingo that he would be her first and only lover. The fucking bastard really had no qualms about what he did. Other memories played through her mind, of women crying out as his rapes became more and more twisted, with the use of tools and other implements the man had thought to bring along after he had gotten bored with the standard "spell and rape" routine. The part of her that wasn't Hazel was so calm and collected in remembering these things that she wondered if the djinn had felt any remorse for the suffering he had helped the old man inflict on the poor women. In fact, as she recalled the rapes through the djinn's mind, she realised she had many questions she wanted to ask the djinn... but she thought she should ask him when he manifested himself, rather than through her mind. It was getting quite confusing trying to separate what Hazel was thinking, and what she knew through the djinn. She looked at the incomplete doll on the floor and wondered what she should do next. It surprised her a little that she wasn't wondering if she was doing the right thing, because that was precisely what she had always done in the past. Careful Hazel. Cautious Hazel. Definitely not rash or spontaneous Hazel. Her impatience was something new, indeed, and she couldn't really blame it on the djinn either because she knew, deep inside the part of her that was still Hazel, that she really wanted to see what the djinn looked like in person. Or spirit. Whatever. Perhaps the fact that her pussy still tingled and felt unsatiated was making her hurry too. Oh fuck. Maybe it was tingling because... Hazel quickly squatted down, raising the hem of her tee shirt as she did so. She wanted a clear line of sight to her pussy so she could see what would happen next. She felt her insides quiver and shake, and then something inside, up deep between her thighs, began to expand. It wasn't quite as painful as she had expected... in fact, it was rather pleasurable, and she wondered if the djinn had had anything to do with the slight tremors of electricity running up and down her groin, and shooting almost painfully to her heaving breasts. "Ohhh shittt!" she moaned to no one in particular as she felt her cervix began to give, and something began to protrude out, into her convulsing vagina. "Oh fuckkkkk!" She knew what it was even before it began to show outside her body. It was one of the doll's limbs -- it felt like an arm -- that was slowly coming out of her. When she felt her vulva part to reveal the doll's hand, she had a mini orgasm. It was satisfying... to a point. Then her cervix expanded again to expel the doll's remaining leg, and the waves of sensation licking at her groin and nipples were stronger, leaving her gasping for breath. It took her a while to regain her composure, and to his credit, she didn't feel like the djinn was rushing her. In fact, it seemed to her that she was the more impatient one -- when she was able to breathe normally once more, she quickly grabbed the arm and the leg, and shoved them into the empty slots on the doll's body. Then she sat back on her haunches and waited to see what would happen. Hazel supposed she had expected something spectacular. Fireworks, maybe. Or puffs of smoke. Or at least some movement from the doll. So she was quite disappointed when nothing seemed to happen. She stared at the doll and wondered if there was something else she ought to do. What should I do? she asked the question in her mind, and waited for the answer. Do I need to chant something or put something on the doll? How will you appear? There was no answer. Hey, are you there? she asked in her mind as she stood up and glared down at the doll. Can you hear me? Still no answer. Damn. She remembered her dreams, of how the doll had been forced up into her, and wondered if that was what she should do. Fuck, it was one thing to dream about it, but another to actually do it. To herself. She looked at the motionless doll, its right leg and arm gleaming with her juices. Ah fuck it. Hazel knelt to pick up the doll, spread her legs and moved it down below, to the bottom of her slit. The sensation of the doll's head at the entrance to her vagina reminded her of the very first time she had felt it pressing against her, on the beach. Damn you, djinn, she thought as she pressed the toy upwards, gasping as she felt her labia stretching and spreading. "That's a nice thought, but there's really no need for that now," she heard him say, and jumped, the doll clattering back down on the floor between her thighs. She turned and came face-to-cock with his solid erection. This time, there was no vagueness about its form. It was a cock, a huge, erect cock she was looking at. It looked both menacing and delicious this close up, and she felt something gooey sliding down from deep inside her. Oh god. She was so wet and tingly down there she wanted to grab it and stuff it in between her thighs just so she could quell the maddening itching. "My, aren't you the impatient one," the djinn grinned. She looked up past his bobbing cock, and saw that he really was quite handsome. Once you got past the glowing red eyes, that was. He was well-built too... not ridiculously so, like those bodybuilder types that she saw constantly preening before the mirrors in the gym, or strutting down at the beach. He was simply solid, with the build of a healthy, fit man. With glowing red eyes. "You do have some questions for me, do you not? Or would you prefer I satisfy your desire first?" She looked down and realised that she had fallen onto her back and splayed her legs, opening herself up for plundering the moment she saw his cock. Oh fuck. I... you bastard, she thought as she glared at him. Still, her body betrayed her, her mounting lust showing in the gush of lubricant coating her inner thighs. Stop using your power on me. "Oh, but I'm not," he replied, his grin widening further. "That has very little to do with me, and so much more to do with you and what you desire." Hazel closed her eyes to calm her rapidly beating heart, then opened them and deliberately looked beyond his cock, into his fiery eyes. It helped slow down the sensations coursing through her body, screaming for release... but not by much. She was still very much aware of the bulbous, rounded head of his tool just below the periphery of her vision. The head of a cock that looked far bigger than the bedknob she had dreamed of. The head of a cock that she knew she desperately wanted inside her, because the old man, like Ted, had left her high and unsatisfied. "Tell me... is what the old man said true?" she was finally able to groan out her question. "Did you... did I invite you into me?" "Of course, my dear Hazel," he replied. "Don't you remember? When you were down on the beach and I was knocking on the door to your body, you said..." "...come on in. I know," she admitted. "But how was it that I was the first..? I mean, you were there for such a long time. The old man, he was young when he caught you, so surely, there would've been others..." "There was one other," the djinn said, and Hazel thought she detected a tinge of sadness in his voice. Did djinns have feelings? "The tree that I was under... it's one of those things that you see, but you don't really notice is there. There are a number of them around the place. Most people don't even go near trees like that, except for magicians looking for djinns... and people who don't want to be noticed by others." "One other? Who was he?" "She. Like you, she wanted to go unnoticed, so she picked a spot where she would not be noticed. And like you, she invited me in." "So why didn't you manage..?" "...to break away? Because she lost her nerve when she shouldn't have. Actually, he had some idea something was up when she turned up at his place. I tried to warn her, but her courage left her and I wasn't able to control her enough to take back the doll's limbs. Instead, the magician managed to rape and sodomise her, all the while letting her know what was being done to her body. It drove her mad." "So it... the old man could have done the same thing to me!" She glared at him in anger even as her body spread itself further, inviting his gaze... and more. "There was a chance, I won't deny that," the djinn admitted. "But I was confident we would succeed this time because you're different. And the circumstances were different." "Still, it would have been nice if you would've let me know the risks!" Hazel pouted. She really was angry, but her anger was fighting hard with the lust that was colouring her body and making her quiver in anticipation. "Would you have agreed if I had?.. I thought not," the djinn said as she shook her head. "Anyway, I took better precautions this time out. The other girl, Min, wouldn't let me go all the way inside her. I mean, she agreed to it, but just as I was about to enter her inner sanctum, she squeezed her thighs together and forced me out. So the magician could sense my essence in her the moment he met her." "But... why didn't you stop her from meeting him..?" "I told her not to, but she couldn't think of a reason to break off the appointment, so she went anyway," the djinn sighed. "That's the problem with free will." "So that means that if I had chosen to stop helping you..." "Even djinns can't force people to do things against their will." "But you can! You ARE doing it! I mean, I'm not like this," she gesticulated down her trembling, naked body. "I'm not a slut. I don't sleep around. I don't even enjoy..." "All I can do is focus my energies on what's already there. I don't create something that's not there. It's just not possible." "What? What are... are you saying I'm a nymphomaniac? How can that..?" "No, my dear Hazel. Far from it," the djinn guffawed. "You humans are so caught up with your rules and customs, with what you think is natural, that you suppress your true natures. Just because you enjoy sex, doesn't make you a slut or nymphomaniac." "But I... look at me! My... I'm leaking! Just looking at you makes me... makes me want... oh god. Uhhhhh." Hazel shuddered as a mini-climax ripped through her at the thought of being fucked by the djinn. "Hhhhhhh. I'm not... ooooooh..." "You're puzzled because you were convinced you didn't like having sex, and now you do... so in your mind, this change has made you a lascivious slut. Do you see the problem with that?" She shook her head, unable to speak. She could feel the tingling down between her legs was slowly abating, but she knew it would not subside completely. Not while he was around. She was as sure of that as she was that a puddle of her own fluids had formed underneath her. The djinn sighed. "The problem, my dear Hazel, is that you, just like everybody else, are a sexual being. You have been, from the very beginning. It is in your nature. It is a part of being human. And the problem is that you have done your level best to deny that natural part of yourself for such a long time." "But I... Ted and I, we..." she finally found her voice. "You see, I never did think it was something I sh... would enjoy." "Like I said, I can only focus my energies on enhancing what's already there. You have just been too uptight about sex for too long. You viewed it as dirty, as something done secretly, under the cover of darkness. Heck, you think even your body is shameful and should be hidden from sight." "Well, that's what I was taught. I mean, that's true, isn't it? That's what light switches and clothes are for." "I'll say it again -- I can't focus my energies on something that's not there. I can't create something out of nothing. The desire you feel now, that's real. And very little of it is coming from me. YOU are the one who is providing the lust you feel. It is your desire that you feel now, not mine." "But then... the old man and... all those women. And that girl. How..." "They are human too. All of them have desires that can be awakened. I am just the conduit for those desires. The magician used me to bring out the sensual natures of the females he attacked. It's that simple." "What about him? The old man?" "The nature of man is very different from that of woman. Hence, the sensual side of man is different too. He, and a lot of men like him, think of sex as a goal, rather than a sharing. He wanted sex to prove himself a man, and the more sex he had, the more manly he thought he was. That's why so many men are focused on the size of their cocks when they should be focused on how they feel and how their partners feel. That's why he wanted to use my power to make his cock bigger, in the belief that he would be more impressive to women. And when he tired of the sex, he became more interested in other ways to prove his manhood." "What will happen to him? Will you kill him?" "No, of course not," the djinn laughed. It sounded harsh, like he was enjoying the thought. "He'll suffer a fate worse than death. I've taken back everything that has meaning to him, don't you see that? He won't be able to charm the women anymore because the chants won't work so well without my help... and he won't want to, because his cock is now so small he'll be embarrassed to show it or use it. He's done for. Finished. Kaput." "OK, good," she said, lying back and spreading her legs as far apart as she could. The tingling down below was increasing once more, spreading upwards and inwards. "I don't want to live with that on my conscience. Now that we've settled that..." "Very well, Hazel," the djinn said, making her cry out as he leaned forward and licked at her oh-so-sensitive slit with his tongue. She noticed that it was forked not by sight, but by the way it felt sliding up and down the split of her groin, and when he held it hard against her clitoris -- the sensation of her twitching, eager little bud being surrounded on all sides by rubbery, vibrating flesh was enough to make her come. But she wanted more. "C... come on, djinn," she moaned, lifting her hips to increase the contact between his tongue and her feverish flesh. "Come on in. I want you to." He smiled and stood upright, giving her a view of his magnificent cock once more. "Ooooh. You bastard! You're torturing me," she moaned as the tingling intensified at her groin, spreading quickly across her sweaty body. She arched her back and feet, raising herself further, trying in vain to capture the cock of the djinn that was positioned so tantalisingly in front of her. "Alright, I'll give you what you want. What you've always wanted," he said, pushing his cock down and positioning it at the entrance to her vagina. Hazel gasped as she watched the thick tip of his prick dip down past her raised pubis... and had an orgasm the moment she felt his organ graze her ultra-sensitive labia. She had another one when she felt her labia sliding easily apart to admit the massive head into her sex. "Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk!" she moaned at the incredible stretching she felt inside as he probed ever deeper up into her. He had been impressive the first time, but this time, he was certainly more solid... and she could feel the walls of her vagina press and massage his oversized tool. She had yet another orgasm when she felt her labia close behind the huge bulbous head of his cock, and another when she realised that the stretching she was feeling inside would continue until he reached the end of her vaginal sheath... and beyond. As she was shuddering from the latest climax, she felt him hit the back of her vagina, and held her breath, waiting for his final thrust to conquer her completely. But he did not plunder her womb like she expected... or hoped. Instead, when he hit her cervix, he slowly pulled it out and slid it back in again. He did it in a regular, sawing motion, creating climaxes that seemed to come faster and faster, until they began to meld together and become an excruciatingly extended peak that had her screaming at a pitch she didn't think was humanly possible to produce. As she was slowly coming down from the devastating climax, he suddenly pushed his cock forward a little, entering her inner sanctum and surprising her with an even bigger orgasm. Hazel literally saw stars -- as the mega-climax hit, she screwed her eyes shut and saw bright sparks in the darkness as her body exploded with overpowering sensations. She must have fainted or blacked out or something... when she opened her eyes, she realised she didn't know how long it was she had been "out". The djinn was still there, his cock was still embedded deep within her vagina, and her body was still shuddering with the remnants of her last orgasm. Then she remembered a question she had wanted to ask. "So is the rest of what the old man said also true?" she asked when she was able to summon the breath to speak. "Is it true that you react to my every emotion? That you'll attack when you sense I'm angry or upset?" "Yes, that's about right," the djinn replied. "I feel everything you feel. And I give you everything you desire." She thought he was remarkably unaffected by their recent bout of vigorous sex... then she remembered that he was a djinn after all. He didn't have to worry about catching his breath. "But... you understand humans. You know that we get these momentary flashes of emotion. I mean, I can be angry, but that doesn't mean I want someone else to be hurt..." Super-unnatural Ch. 11 "Oh, you mean like Kevin or Trudy?" "Exactly. I mean, I didn't like what they tried to do... and yeah, I may have been a little upset with them but..." "Don't you humans even understand yourselves?" the djinn shot back. "When you have a particular emotion, it fills up your being. There is no ambivalence about your emotions. For the moments when they happen, they are your real desires." "Yes... Yes, I guess you're right. But that doesn't mean I wish for anyone to be hurt..." "That's when your rational side kicks in. I'll respond to that with two points: one, djinns work on feelings, emotions and sensations first and foremost. Two, by the time you start rationalising, sympathising and feeling that you need to abide by whatever rules or customs you learned to accept as a human, the deed would have been done and dusted. I'm not going to lie to you -- if you have murderous thoughts about somebody for an instant, the person will be dead before you start to feel bad about having those thoughts. That's our nature. Unlike you humans, we don't try to suppress our natures." "So that means... I'll have to be careful to guard my emotions?" Hazel said, wondering if she would be able to do it. After all, there were times when even her boss made her so mad she wished he would go away and never be seen again. "If you can. I've not come across a single human being who was able to do that in all my existence. And that's a very, very long time." "But I can't have you go around hurting people around me!" "Can you go around not feeling anything about everything? Not reacting to anything bad that happens to you?" "No. I don't think so. But that's not... wait. The last time we... did it, does that mean you'll be inside me forever?" "Well, technically, I AM still inside you," the djinn grinned, flexing his cock inside her vagina and making her wince. Her stomach bulged as his cock moved inside her and she felt the tingling begin again, deep inside. Shit, she wanted it again. "Come on, give me a straight answer. Does that mean we're sort of bound together or something? Forever?" "Yes, that would be the long and short of it." "Damn you djinn," she muttered as more of her fluid leaked out of her. It was certainly difficult to continue a conversation with a djinn whose cock was still buried deep inside you. Even harder if that cock was moving, massaging and stretching your vagina and distracting you while you spoke. "That's something else you should have told me." "Well, if you'll recall, you were in such a hurry to finish you weren't too bothered about the details." "Still, that wasn't very n... nice," she pouted as his cock bounced once more and her pussy reacted like a baby to its mother's teat. Her vagina began drooling and sucking on his erection in response. "I should have been made aw... ware of the facts." "Are you regretting our pact then?" the djinn asked, clearly enjoying the reactions his cock was inducing in her. "N... no," she said. "I... stop that... I'm glad the old man got his just de... desserts. I said stop it! I can't... oooooh... At least it means h... he won't be doing stuff to other w...women from now on." "So what's the big deal?" "The big deal, as you call it, is that I can't afford to ha... have people around me hurt or dying just be... because of a fl... flash of anger." "Well, there's a way we can unbind, if you so wish." "What? What's that? How c... can that be done?" "You have to give to me a part of you that you haven't given to any man." "What? Oh, you mean... but I'm m... married. I mean, I was married... I'm not a virgin anymore." "Yes, I'm aware of that. You have given your vagina to another, but there is one part that is still virgin." "One p... part? What part? Oh, you mean..." Hazel's face coloured as she realised which part he was referring to. "Yes. Your buttocks. Your ass is still virgin." "But I can't! I've never..." "That's precisely the point!" "Besides, your huge mon... monster here will just rip me apart!" "My dear, don't you think that if I was that destructive, your vagina would be in shreds by now? Don't you trust me enough to know that I won't hurt you?" "I d... don't know. You say it... fucking me in the ass would untie us? Are you fucking with me? As in, with my mind?" "To state the obvious, my dear, I did fuck with you. And I'm still fucking you. But no, I'm not fucking with your mind. If you give me a part of you that you haven't given to any man, you will untie us, and I'll be free to go on my own way." "But if fucking me in my womb tied us to... together, won't this m... make it worse?" "A woman's womb is the seat of great power. The same can't be said of her rectum." "So it's true and you're not just saying that just so you can put your cock into my asshole? Like Ted and Kevin tried to..?" "This is getting tiresome. I don't have a manual for djinns to show you, so you'll have to take my word for it. In any case, what have you got to lose? I won't hurt you, and you get a lot more pleasure from fucking with me than you have had with all the men you've had combined." "Still, it's my asshole. And it's kind of... you know, funny. I'm not sure I'd enjoy it." "Your pussy says otherwise. It's been twitching like mad since the topic was brought up. But ok, if you can't bear the thought of being plugged up your rear, we can always stay bound together..." "Fine, fine. I think it's a worse alternative having you around, with the potential that you might hurt or kill someone I know just because I got angry with them one day." Hazel sighed as he removed his cock from her reluctant vagina, then pulled her legs up and clasped her knees to her chest, giving him access to her anal cherry. "No, that's not going to do," the djinn said. "You'll be able to take it better if I go in from the back." "You mean I should turn around and..? But I want to see you..." "Like I said, you'll be able to take it better. For this to work, it has to go ALL the way in. That way the motion of fucking in your asshole will stimulate your womb into expelling my essence." "Oh. OK, I suppose," Hazel said, getting gingerly onto all fours as she positioned herself for anal penetration. Her body ached from the pounding she had received between her legs, but she hadn't been aware of it until now. The area between her legs felt a little sore, but she did not hesitate to present herself for penetration once more, arching her back slightly so that he would have better access to her forbidden hole. "Oh god, I'm not sure I can take this." "Trust me," she heard the djinn say behind her, then she felt his hands on her buttocks, gently spreading them while the head of his cock pressed at the entrance to her backside. Oh god. What if he's wrong? It's so big I'll... ooooh. The head was pressing in, and... no, wait. It wasn't the head of his cock she was feeling at her asshole, it was something softer and wetter. It was... oh god. He was licking her. Back there. And the feeling was glorious. "Oooooooooh... Fuck, that's... mmmmmm" she moaned as his tongue probed, probed and finally penetrated her surprised anal ring. It felt weird, but it also felt good. It tickled, like it had when the old man had appeared behind her on the beach. Her anus, no, her buttocks tingled as his tongue surged deeper, pressing apart the clutching walls of her rectum. Oh god. She hadn't known it could feel this good. Oh god. Oh god. "What... what are you... doing to meeeee?" she moaned as she arched her back even more. She wasn't sure it was a voluntary action, it just... felt right. And it did open her up even more so that... so that.... "Ooooohhhh! It's... You're licking..." He stopped for a moment to respond. "Yes, dear Hazel. Don't you like this?" Without waiting for her response, he plunged his tongue back into her convulsing rectum, pressing deeper into her back passage. "Ohhhhh fuckkkkk!" she groaned at the feeling of her rectal passage being explored thus. His tongue was very busy inside her ass, pressing and probing up deep, stretching and pushing into the deepest parts of her ass.It was exquisite, and she wiggled her butt as the sensations back there became too intense for her to control her own muscles. It felt like she was being... deconstructed, like her knees were turning to water, her asshole was turning into a ravenous cavern, waiting to be explored. "Ohhhhhh. It... I want you to put it in. All the way innnnnnnn!" With that, the djinn moved away, leaving a sudden, disappointing vacuum at her rear, which was quickly filled by the familiar shape of his enormous cock. Fuck, did I make a mistake? she thought to herself just for a moment, then the moment passed and she felt her anal ring push inwards with the pressure of his entry. She held her breath as she felt her asshole stretch to accommodate the head, aware that the thickest, most damaging part had yet to enter her. Then she felt her anus suddenly expand and contract, and knew that the fearsome head had penetrated into her bum, and her rear orifice had closed behind it. Her asshole still felt stretched and open -- Hazel remembered what Ted's asshole had looked like when he was being sodomised by the djinn and wondered if hers looked the same -- but the awful pressure had passed inside. The bulbous head was now pressing up against her straining rectal passage, slowly sliding up deeper and deeper into her backside. "Oh god. Oh goddddd. Oh. Oh. That... that's hhhhh... I can't... take much... more!" she moaned as the pressure inside her bum moved relentlessly upwards, the djinn's cock exploring places that were never meant to be explored. Not by a human cock, anyway. Hazel spread her legs further to try to ease the pressure she was feeling at her anus and inside her rectum, and found it easier to breathe if she hooked her legs onto the djinn's thighs. This also opened her up even more, and she groaned as she felt his slippery cock slide further inwards. Her asshole was on fire, it felt like someone had shoved a torch up against it, and her rectum was... well, it felt like she was being stuffed like a turkey, the way it was being plundered so slowly and deliciously. Then she felt his heavy balls pressing against her uncontrollably drooling slit and her asshole expand slightly at the same time, and knew that he had put it ALL the way into her. Fuck. All that meat, in her ass. She would have laughed out loud if she wasn't so horny and eager for him to start fucking her ass like he had her pussy. "Are you alright, Hazel?" she heard him ask, and nodded her impatient reply. "Do you want me to vacate or shall I..?" "Fuck me, you bastard," she growled, clasping her legs even more tightly around his thighs. "Fuck my ass, you shit." He laughed. "Such eagerness is so refreshing. I'm glad you are finally giving in to your true nature." Then he began to withdraw his cock from her clutching rectum, making her howl with the pain/pleasure of the sensation. She could feel her anus pouting, pulling outwards as his cock slipped out. She felt his cock head press against the inside of her anal ring, which began to stretch just a little bit, and wondered if it had been done and he was exiting. Hazel could not deny her own disappointment at the thought. To her delight, however, he began pushing inwards again, fucking her slowly in her bumhole. "Ohhhh fuckkkk," she moaned as she felt the intense pressure moving inwards once more. "Fuckkk my asssssss!" The djinn was true to his word. His movements served not to hurt, but to enhance her pleasure. He went about his task of sodomising her slowly, letting her feel every single milimetre of rectal flesh his cock was claiming. Hazel was surprised to find her body responding even more intensely to being plugged in her backside... her muscles became rubbery and uncontrollable, and she couldn't even tell if it was pee or her own lubricant she felt running down her thighs. His slow sawing of his cock into her rapacious asshole was fanning a rapidly building tsunami of sensations that began in her groin and crawled to her stiff, sensitive nipples before radiating out to every part of her. Hazel was no longer capable of coherent thought or sound, she was just an object, a receptacle waiting to be filled each time the djinn withdrew. Her body was trembling, shuddering out of control and she was only dimly aware that he had raised her up from the floor so that she sat, literally and completely, on his cock. What was that she felt against her face? Oh. The wall. They had fucked so vigorously that he was now pushing her up against the wall. She supposed she would feel some pain afterward, from the abrasions on her skin, but she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was what was being done to her bum right now. In her bum. Her mercilessly plundered ass. And the voluptuous sensations that were coursing through her body, from her ravaged anus and rectum, to her burning vagina and her electrically-charged nipples, now hardened and rubbing up hard against the wall. The orgasm surprised her when it hit, with its suddenness and intensity. If she had thought her orgasms with the djinn's cock in her vagina were incredibly intense, her orgasm from being sodomised by the djinn bettered all those by some degree. "Ah fuckkkkk!" she blurted out as she crested the wave and realised that she was staring down into a very deep, very intense ocean of sensations. At that very moment, just as she was about to touch the peak of sensations, Hazel had a moment of clarity and felt regret. "W... wait. Wait!" she screamed. "I don't want you to go... I don't even know your name!" Dimly, she heard the djinn say: "A djinn's name must never be revealed, for it contains the ultimate power. But know this, that I, and others like me, prefer to go unnoticed. No djinn likes to be found." He had not stopped fucking her bumhole while he spoke, so she was still climbing steadily towards her orgasm. Hazel reached the apex at the exact moment she heard the word "found". Then an ultra-tsunami of sensations -- a tingling, tickling, gigantic electrical storm -- broke all over her trembling body and she heard herself screaming as if from a distance. Her vagina, her rectum, her entire body was convulsing, and she felt her buttocks clamp down hard on his cock, her anal ring sucking and trying hard to hang on and not let him go. She felt his cock suddenly swell, stretching her rectal passage more than she thought she could possibly stand, and then a voluminous, high-pressure gush of fluid inside her, but she wasn't sure if it was going in or out... or both. She couldn't even tell if it was his or her fluids that she felt rushing about inside her body. Then she couldn't tell anything anymore, because the world went black all around her. Super-unnatural Ch. 12 Super-unnatural: Epilogue When she came to, she found her face and body pressed up hard against the wall, as if someone had tried to push her through it. Her bum and pussy seemed fine at first, but when she moved, she groaned from the deep aching she felt in her nether regions. It felt like the area between her legs, from her anus to the top of her slit had been unbearably stretched, and thick poles shoved into both her vagina and rectum, at the same time. As she became more aware of herself and her surroundings, she felt some wetness dripping off her face. She reached up and touched the wet streaks on her cheeks, and wondered if her tears were a result of the intensity of her last orgasm... or from sadness. The left side of her face and her boobs felt a little abraded, her hardened nipples raw and still a little sensitive. She gasped as she pushed herself off the wall, her nipples scraping deliciously against the rough surface. Of the djinn, there was no sign. Hazel groaned again as she unfurled her limbs and tried to pick herself up off the floor. As she got onto one knee and prepared to boost herself up to stand, she felt thick, gooey stuff sliding out of both her lower orifices. She looked down just in time to see the black clotted fluid trails begin to smoke and disappear from her wet, white thighs. He's gone, she thought. And that was when she knew she had cried out of the sadness of loss. She had spent the rest of the day in her room -- the session with the djinn had apparently taken the entire night -- in a state of depression. She hadn't bothered to clean up or cover up, and for a time stood completely naked at the window, looking out at the blue sky and wondering if she would ever see him again. It didn't bother her in the least that there was a group of men down below looking up at her, some of whose salacious comments about her boobs and her naked cunt she heard. They didn't matter. No one did. Out of all the men in her life, the only one who could show her how glorious sex was, wasn't even a man. Shit. Her life was shit. She cried herself to sleep that night, and wondered if she would see him in her dreams, then she cried again in the morning when she woke up and realised that she had not. At some point, she felt hungry enough to dress (in only the same large tee and nothing else) and walk to the nearby cafe for a coffee and a quick bite. Some of the people sitting around her were staring at her... maybe they had seen her at the window the day before. Or maybe they had noticed she was completely naked under her tee shirt. Or perhaps she just looked weird. She didn't care, and she didn't return their stares. As the sun began to set, she made her way back to her flat. She would have to go back to work the next day. Go back to her dull, colourless, boring life. Go back to a life without the exhilaration, the sheer, unadulterated excitement of the events that had transpired in the past week. Go back to life without the mindblowing sex. God. How in the world had she managed to pass the thirty years of her life before the djinn had made his entrance? The next week crawled by so slowly a sloth would have passed it by. Hazel spent her time searching the Internet, for information and pictures on djinns. None of her research revealed much more than what she already knew, and she went back home each night exhausted and hopeful of having one more dream, just one more, of the djinn, fucking her. She would tell him how she felt in her dream, and he would know, because he was djinn, and djinn understood feelings. But no matter how much she tried to focus on the picture she had of the djinn in her head, she wasn't able to conjure him up in her dreams. It was hopeless, an exercise in futility that left her more unhappy with each passing day. As the weekend arrived, she made up her mind to go back to the tree to see if she could find him there, but before she reached it, she knew she wouldn't -- there was a group of people playing cards under the shade of its sprawling branches. It was the same tree, but now it had become 'noticed', and it didn't quite look the same as it had when she saw it last. Hazel walked back to her apartment, holding back her tears. He was gone. He was truly gone from her life. And it was her fault. She had asked him to go, all because... because of the rules that she lived by. Because she was afraid of others getting hurt. She bawled loudly at her empty room, as she lay naked and spread-eagled on her rumpled bed, hoping he would suddenly appear, yet knowing it was not likely he would. He kept his word, just like she knew he would. She had urged him to fuck her in her ass so that they would be free of each other, and only regretted her decision the moment she realised that she might not ever see the djinn again. What was he doing now? Was he pleasuring someone else? Hazel felt more than a little jealous at the thought, but there was nothing she could do about that too. Unlike her, the djinn was true to his nature. Fuck. She would never be fucked like that again. She cried herself to sleep once more. The following day, she looked out the window once more. She was still unclothed, and uncaring that some men had stationed themselves across the street and were staring at her naked body. Some of them were whistling and trying to get her attention, but she ignored them completely. She was looking at the sky, but for once, she wasn't looking for the djinn. Something had happened last night, not in her dreams, but in her heart. Hazel woke up determined to break out of her depression, and decided that she would have to find some way to carry on. There were still other men. Maybe one of them would turn out to be as competent as the djinn in satisfying her. He's not coming back, she thought to herself as she felt the light breeze caressing her body, making her nipples hard. She felt a drop of lubricant drip onto her inner thigh and sighed. But I can't keep waiting for someone who doesn't want to be found. Her boss and colleagues noticed the difference in her attitude when she went to work the next day. She had gone shopping and swept into the office in her new dress, sans underwear. She thought the latter unnecessary in her new state of mind. Some of them tried to flirt with her, others asked her out. Even her boss was a little hesitant talking to her. It was as if they were... afraid of her. Afraid of the way she embraced her nature. Some of the women in the office were heard to make bitchy remarks about her sleeping around -- she grinned at the thought that had that happened while the djinn was still with her, they would have found out just whom she was fucking with -- but there were a few who admired her and included her in their outings. Four weeks after the djinn had disappeared after sodomising her, Hazel realised that her circle of friends had expanded greatly. All of her new friends were surprised at her wit and humour, and some expressly told her so. She laughed gaily when they admitted they had thought she was "a bit of a mouse" and "a flake", but she never told anyone how it was she managed such a change in her own personality. Two months later, she bumped into Kevin and Trudy. They were quarreling very loudly in the supermarket she was shopping at, and she heard snippets of their conversation... enough to know that Trudy was complaining about Kevin's lack of ambition and he was just bitching about how sloppy she was. She tried to walk past without drawing their attention, but realised they had noticed her when they suddenly fell silent. Then she heard a low whistle and a slap, and giggled to herself. She knew he had been looking at her ass and had reacted to the bouncing curves under her flowing skirt... and that Trudy had been most unhappy with him for that. For a moment, she thought to stop near one of the blowers on the floor and let her skirt billow up so they could see she was naked underneath it, but she thought the better of it. They had had their comeuppance, after all, and she had better things to do than to rub their noses in it. She saw a picture of the old man a month later, in the newspapers. He had been arrested for attempting to rape a young woman under the pretext of treating some ailment. Apparently, he had not been completely successful in stupefying the woman with his chanting, and worse... he was literally caught with his pants down when the woman's boyfriend had become suspicious and burst in on them just as he was about to mount the protesting woman. The boyfriend had beaten the old man to within an inch of his life before reporting him to the police. Then, other victims of the bomoh began to show up and report that he had similarly assaulted them. "Serial molester and rapist", was how the papers described him, and she chuckled at the thought that he would probably find out what it was like being on the other end of rape, when he got to prison. Ted, she never saw again. Six months down the road, she bumped into a mutual friend, who had expressed surprise at his sudden disappearance... and then promptly suggested going out. She could see in his eyes just what he wanted... his gaze kept sweeping down to her breasts, now much larger than they had been, and below. He knew she wasn't wearing underwear too, because that was the kind of thing that guys like him noticed. It was his nature, you see. As they spoke, he kept licking his lips like a wolf surveying its prey, and kept moving closer and closer to her. He was trying hard to brush up against her, believing that this would somehow make want to bed him. She almost laughed out loud when he finally asked: "Don't you miss it? Sex, I mean?" "With Ted? Not at all," she smiled. "He was the most selfish lover I've ever had." "So... you've had others?" the light of lust glowed ever stronger in his eyes as he moved close enough to brush against her nipples. "Well, I'm divorced now, aren't I? I don't see why I should abstain," she said gaily, noting the bulge in the front of his pants. He was arching his back slightly, trying his best to push his erection up against her pubis. "So, what do you say... I mean, you're lonely, and I can..." "Oh, don't get me wrong, but... you're really not my type," she tittered, pushing him away from her. "Truth be told, I can hardly be described as lonely these days." Then she turned and walked away, ignoring the look of frustration in his face, along with the snide "cocktease" comment he made after her. She made sure to sway her hips even more when she heard it, just so he could have a good look at what he would never have. His eyes remained fixed on her ass until she turned the corner, trying their best to look under her dress, at the soft, luscious body he knew was underneath. Cocktease. That was what some of the other guys said too, but it didn't bother her in the least... because it was somewhat true. What the djinn had left with her was a heightened sense of herself and of others around her, and she could tell right away who were the wolves in the pack. Towards those guys whose sole and only goal was to bed women just to feel good about themselves, she definitely DID cocktease. It was her way of getting back at the soulless bastards who were incapable of understanding just how a woman felt, never mind what she wanted. In and out of bed. As for the rest... she did go out with some really nice men, but none of them seemed to work out. They seemed okay when she first went out with them, but once it came to going to bed, they were surprisingly unable to embrace their natural sensuality, like she could. They were quite hesitant in taking the lead, and far too uptight to even consider anything other than just straightforward sex, not even when she presented her bum for penetration. They always left her feeling a little frustrated, and, much as she felt a little bad for hurting them, she quickly told them that she was "not ready for a relationship" after just the one night of awkward, uninteresting sex. One of them even turned out to be quite a pain in the butt, but only in the metaphorical sense because he had been a virgin before they went to bed, and afterwards, he had become so obsessive and possessive over her that Hazel had had to enlist the help of her friends to get him to finally understand she did not want to have anything more to do with him. He had cried bitter tears and wished her the worst possible end for that, but she forgave him because she knew he didn't mean it -- he had merely been mistaken in the notion that she was his just because she had gone to bed with him. The fact was, none of the men she had gone out with and bedded quite measured up to the djinn, and what he did for her... and to her. The djinn. She had never had the same kind of sex like she had had with him. None of her experiences even came close, and although she had managed a few good climaxes, none of those had ever scaled the Everest that her couplings with the djinn had produced. After a particularly poor session of sex, when she had had to turn the silly sod out of her flat, Hazel found herself suddenly thinking of the djinn again as she stood at her window. She was naked as usual, but it was night and there was no one around to gape at her from across the street. I wonder what he's doing, she thought as she looked at the moon. Does he miss me? Would a djinn actually be able to miss someone? No one answered, just as she expected. There would be no answers, just questions, each time she thought of the djinn. Time for bed, she decided. No point in thinking about impossible situations. Slowly, she walked back to her room and fell into her unmade bed. As she closed her eyes, she suddenly realised that it had been a year to the day that the djinn had first bumped his way into her. Hazel sighed, remembering the great orgasm he had brought about when he came into her bum. It might have been a year ago, but she still remembered it like it was yesterday. The slow rising, turning into a quick, breathtaking soaring of sensations that overtook her when she felt his cock all the way up inside her. She was on fire, her asshole was stretched beyond belief but it felt heavenly to be sitting on the heavy sac of his balls when he spoke just before she felt his... essence gushing with such high pressure into her aching rectum. And spraying out of her womb and vagina, from the other orifice. In fact, she was certain she had felt his cock vibrate delightfully with each word he spoke. What was the last thing he had said to her..? She must have fallen asleep on that thought, because the next thing she knew, it was morning. Except that today, she didn't rise slowly like she normally did. She sat bolt upright, the blanket falling off the slopes of her breasts and into her lap. In her sleep, she had remembered what it was the djinn had said. Djinn do not like to be found. More importantly, they prefer to go unnoticed. And... the tree. It was there but no one noticed it because it was that sort of thing. Or something like that. The djinn had also said... "Holy fuck," she exclaimed out loud, jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom. She had had the answer all along, but hadn't taken the time to connect the dots. He had said there were many trees around that had that sort of nature. Which meant that there were other trees, just like the one she'd found the djinn under. Trees that remain unnoticed. Just like the djinn who stay beneath them. Hazel finished washing up in quick order and didn't even bother to think about breakfast. There was something much more important on her mind. The early morning sun saw her wrapped in a large towel, making her way to the beach. She might have seemed to be dallying to the passersby, but she was really looking out for a special type of tree. As she scanned the trees that dotted the shoreline, she grinned. There it was. Another one. It was a different tree from the one she had found the djinn under, but its nature was the same. It was unnoticed. She had to quell her instinct to run as fast as she could towards the tree she'd found. She did not want the other beachgoers to notice her, and consequentially, the tree. She knew that she would be safe from notice only when she was under the tree. Just like the djinn. The sky was bright as she finally stepped into the shadows under the tree. As she walked towards it, she was pleased to note that while everyone seemed to acknowledge its presence, they also seemed disinclined to approach the tree. In spite of the bright sunlight permeating the beach, it was rather dim and cool under the tree, and she shivered when a light wind blew across her, whipping up the edges of her towel. She felt the moistened lips of her vulva trembling, along with her limbs and the rest of her body, at the thought of what she planned to do. It was going to be alright. She was going to find what wanted to remain unnoticed. Hazel quickly unwrapped herself and threw the towel on to one of the branches of the tree. She was completely naked, but she knew that no one would notice her. Carefully, she stepped forward onto the clean, undisturbed sand in the arc between two roots, sat down, and stretched her legs out as widely as she could. She felt a little strain on her hamstrings, but she knew the straining in her legs would soon be exceeded by the stretching she would feel somewhere else. Looking down at the sand under her hairless pubis, she wondered if her plan would work. She had learned much from her first experience of the djinn. This time, she would find out his name, so she could call on him whenever she desired. And if it didn't work out and she wanted to unbind from him, all she had to do was to give him her bum for fucking. After all, the djinn DID say "what you have given no man". Not djinn. Oh god. She could almost feel him pressing into her once more. She was so excited that she could feel the fluids begin to run from deep inside her, spilling out onto the sand beneath her feverish crotch. It's now or never, she thought to herself as she leaned forward, pressing her denuded slit fully and firmly against the cool sand beneath her. "Come on in," she breathed. "Come on in if you can."