Shakey Psyche

Conversion

I hated my looks. I was scrawny, skinny, and awkward. Even for my fellow classmates in school, I was uncoordinated. Plus, to make matters worse, I was redheaded, freckle-faced, and always the professional new kid. My skin was always whiter than the freshest snow, always the one to get burned, not tanned, and I stood out like a sore thumb. Another source of ridicule was my birthday; February 14th; Valentine's Day. Just one shortcoming after another.

Growing up, I envied everyone around me.

When my dad finally got us into a place that was more permanent, I thanked my luck and began hoping things would change. The town was a military town, even though my dad was not in the service, but people at the school were used to the constant in and out flow of new kids. He'd gotten a contract with the local base, and was put in charge of it fully, so we put down some roots there.

At first, it was the normal part of being new. Soon, though, things settled down, and I was part of the class of fellow ten-year-olds. I was still clumsy, stumbling through my day.

On a day right after the Christmas break, I was sitting down at lunch when I heard the voice of someone new.

"Hello," he said from the other side of the table.

I looked up to see an olive-skinned, black-haired, smiling kid standing there with his lunch tray. He looked to be the epitome of calm.

"Um," I said back, still being simple, "hello."

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, pointing to the chair. "Everywhere else is sort of full."

"Um, sure," I replied back.

He slid into the chair with a gracefulness that turned me green with envy. If I'd tried that maneuver, I'd have fallen flat on my butt, probably to the detriment of a room full of laughter.

"Axim Dias," he said, extending his hand to me. Even his name was cool.

"John Miller," I answered, turning red-faced.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't into other guys, but Axim was different. There was a draw to him that was damn near impossible to resist. I wish I could explain it at the time, but there just seemed to be something else to him that made it impossible for me to tear my attention away from him. It was more than the calmness he had, and more than the simple self-confidence.

As he sat there, he engaged me in conversation and as we left the cafeteria, we'd struck up a mild acquaintance-type friendship. We weren't exactly best buddies, but it was a beginning.

When the day was over, we walked homeward together, and then split up about half a mile from school. My dad was happy I made a friend, but I wasn't so sure; I'd been disappointed before.

On the way to school the next day, Axim was at the same spot we'd separated the previous day, waiting for me. I smiled and we talked the rest of the way to the school. We had to go our separate ways once we got there, but it was satisfying to be able to talk to someone along the way.

Over the next few days, Axim and I grew closer together. For the first time in my life, I had someone that I thought was a friend. It wasn't that I was 'clingy', but I did feel like I needed someone my own age to talk to.

A week later, he and I were homeward bound, when he did something extremely graceful. It was sort of a sideways move with a half-dance step.

"Wish I could do something like that," I said, with obvious desire.

"I wasn't always like this, you know," he said back with a smile.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," he said with a shrug, "a few years ago, my dad suggested I become part of this group. They work with guys to help them be more confident."

"Like how?" I asked, certainly interested in this.

"It starts with an initiation ceremony," he replied simply, "and then things sort of get easier from there." He took a deep breath and then continued. "It's kind of hard to explain."

"Could I do it?" I asked in a hurried manner. "Please?"

He smiled, but didn't say anything more about it. I was immensely curious, now. I really needed to know about what he was a part of.

When the end of January came along, Axim still hadn't said anything more about what we'd talked about. I'd let it drop, but was still curious. Finally, I asked him about it again.

"Are you sure?" he asked, with a slight elevated eyebrow.

"Yeah," I said, a little too quickly.

He shrugged his shoulders and continued walking in silence for a few steps.

"Okay, but once you start, there's no going back," he commented, warningly.

"Like I would want to," I retorted.

Axim laughed simply and he suggested that we could do the initiation ceremony that weekend. I nodded. I asked my dad if I could, and he told me that there would be no problem. I was on pins and needles the rest of the week, in anticipation of getting rid of ten years of clumsiness and uncertainty.

That day, as we walked towards school, he'd told me that he'd pick me up that evening at six.

"Why don't I just come home with you from school?" I asked back.

"We're not going to stay here in town," he'd said. He explained that he and his dad had an apartment in town and a house outside. We'd be spending the time at the house.

"Sounds cool," I responded lamely.

He smiled and we went to our separate classes for the day. That afternoon, we walked home and then split up again at our spot. I headed to the house my dad and I shared to pack for the weekend. Dad got home at his normal time of about five-thirty.

At six, on the dot, the doorbell rang. Dad got to meet Axim, I grabbed my bag, and then the two of us headed off on bikes. The ride gave us time to talk about normal fifth-grade bullshit; girls, asshole teachers, and this process he'd suggested.

"I can't tell you anything more than I already have," he said after I pestered him a third time. "You'll just have to wait and see."

I frowned at that; I was never one for waiting. So, we rode along in silence.

When we reached a spot in the road, he turned off and then stopped at a gate. It was one of those simple iron gates attached to a brick wall. He touched the side and it opened for us to enter. Axim kicked off, pushing the bike onward, and I followed behind. The concrete trail wove through some dense forest trees until it finally opened up to show an extremely nice house.

"Come on," he said as I'd stopped to marvel at the house.

It was at least two stories tall. It had pillars in the front, dark red bricks ensnared the structure, and a set of steps leading to the front door. It spread out in a sort of winged fashion, going in both directions from the front.

Axim led me to the front steps where he put down the stand to his bike. I did the same and then walked behind him up the steps.

"Why would you want to live in an apartment when you've got this?" I asked, still stunned at the site.

"The apartment is closer to the things we need in town," he said with a simple shrug. "Besides, the school out here sucks."

Axim opened the left door of the double front doors and led me inside the house. The inside looked as nice as the outside; I was hooked. Whatever this guy had, I wanted to be a part of it. We walked to the entry room where there were two stairs going upward, leading to both wings of the house.

"Father, we're here," he called out.

"I know, Axim," a silky voice replied.

I was stunned, but Axim simply turned in the direction of a man entering from the left side. This man was power incarnate. He had good looks, a dark suit on, a ring on one finger, and a cane in the same hand that sported the ring. His goatee was thick and trimmed neatly.

"Father, this is John," Axim said, introducing me to him.

Gulping, I went to him with my hand extended. He backed away as if my very odor offended him. I let the handshake go unanswered.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Dias," I said instead, lowering my hand back down.

"You can call me Lewis for now," he said and then turned to Axim. "You know what to do."

"Yes, Father," he said with another simple nod.

Axim's father turned and left the room through the back doors between the stairs. I turned to Axim, wondering if I'd offended him somehow.

"Don't worry about it; he's just like that," he said with a smile.

I shrugged and then followed him up the stairs on the right hand side. He led me to the second room down the hall. Inside was a very opulent room with a four-poster bed against the far wall and antique furniture littered around the rest of it. Axim took me to the foot of the bed where he had me wait for a moment.

From there, he went to a wardrobe and opened the door. Inside it were sets of black robes with hoods. The insides of them were blood red. He took one off a hanger and brought it to me.

"Okay," he said, laying the robe down on the bed in front of me, "go ahead and take your clothes off here. Then put the robe on and then come out into the hallway."

"Take my clothes off?" I asked, stunned. He nodded. "Why?"

"Because that's part of the ritual," he said warmly.

And with that, he turned and walked to the door.

"Either do it, or go home, John," he called back to me. I turned and he was already leaving through the door. The door closed and I was alone in a strange house.

I seriously thought about leaving right then. What kind of strange ritual was this? Did I really need this? Both questions kept me wondering for a moment or two. Then I figured that it couldn't be all bad, as he was okay, and I would at least have on a robe.

I began removing my shoes, and then my socks, and then my shirt. I slipped my pants down my legs and then off. I looked at my underpants and shook my head.

"How're they going to know?" I asked an empty room.

Keeping my underwear on, I slipped the robe over my shoulders. It was long enough to cover all of me, down to my bare feet. I looked down the robe to see seven knobs and seven slits for them to fit into. I buttoned them up quickly and then saw my reflection in the mirror. I went to it to look closer. I actually kind of liked the look. Taking a deep breath, I headed for the door.

Axim was waiting for me in a robe similar to the one I had on, and seemed to be just as nude. At least he wasn't wearing any shoes or socks. He did have a look of disappointment on his face, though.

"Take those off, too," he said, pointing to my mid-section.

"What?"

"Those underpants," he said, giving me a 'knowing' look. I was about to argue back, when he held up a hand, stopping me. "Or go home. Your choice."

I took another deep breath and returned to the room. Reaching under the robe, I pulled my underpants down and off my legs. A slight breeze blew up under the black garment and I shivered slightly. Gathering up my courage, I left the room, wondering how he knew about them.

Axim was standing by the stairs, motioning for me to come to him. I walked to him and he nodded, approvingly. He seemed to glide down the stairs as we walked. When we got to the bottom, he guided me to the back door his father had disappeared through.

"Here's your last chance to back out," he said with a warning to his voice. "Once you step through this door, there's no going back."

"I understand," I said with a nod. I knew enough to take whatever was happening very seriously.

"Give me a few minutes once I go through, and then follow," he said with a slight smile. I nodded and right before he turned, I thought I saw a flash of red in the irises of his eyes.

"Must be a trick of the light," I thought to myself.

I paced a few times in front of the door once it closed behind him. 'Nervous' would be putting it mildly. Whatever lay beyond that door would, hopefully, make me a better person.

"At least I couldn't get any worse," I told myself.

Finally, after several passes back and forth, I put my hand on the doorknob. With one more thought, I turned the knob and opened the door. What assaulted my senses was something out of a John Carpenter movie.

The steps leading downward were straight. At the bottom was a circle with a pentagram in the middle. In the middle of the pentagram was a pentagonal dais about two feet high [60 cm] matching the lines on the pentagram. The point of the pentagram was pointing in my direction, so that put the other two points to the side and the last two on the far side of it.

Axim was standing right in the spot between the two far points, just on the outside of the circle. I took a step back, in shock.

"Come, John," I heard a voice in my head tell me.

Almost against my will, I took my first step outside. It was remarkably warm for that time of year, but that type of clue was lost on me at that time. The only thing that really mattered to me at that time was obeying the voice and looking at the odd-shaped platform.

"Come," the voice commanded again.

Axim's hood was up, but I could still make out the bottom of his face. His mouth wasn't moving. I looked around, but there wasn't any one else there. Another step. At the fourth step, I was standing at the top of the stairs. As I stepped off, two candles beside me on the wall lit up. A total of seven steps downward completed my journey to the tip of the gram.

I looked around the circle to see different symbols on the ground. Four torches to the sides lit up the rest of the scene. I looked back towards Axim and he was simply standing there with his hands crossed over inside the sleeves to his robe. In the torchlight, I could make out his eyes, but barely.

"Step up onto the platform, John," he said, motioning with a look.

I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. I walked over to the platform and climbed up on it. The platform itself was fairly big, and I was able to stand up with my feet apart easily. There was plenty of room around me on the outside of the robe. I stood before him, wondering what was next in this ritual.

"Undo the buttons," was the next thing I heard, but, once again, Axim's mouth didn't move, and the voice was different; more powerful, somehow.

My hands moved, seemingly of their own accord, towards the knobs. I found that the first one at the bottom was already undone. So, I moved to the next one up. As soon as I did, a man appeared to my left, right at the point of the pentagram, but outside of the circle. He was dressed similarly to Axim and me, but had a really bored look on his face.

The next one was undone, but this time, I paid more attention. A man did indeed appear out of thin air. I was stunned and moved away from this one. Not only at the fright of having someone just simply materialize before me, but he also looked angrier than a nest of hornets. I looked back to Axim.

"Continue, John," and this time it was him.

"But," I stammered.

"Continue," was all he said, quieting my rebuttal.

Nodding, I pulled out the fourth button, causing someone to appear behind me at the point I'd crossed. When I turned my head around to see him, he looked casual. Still dressed in the robe, he was the only one, beside Lewis, that wore any jewelry. A ring adorned both ring fingers, and they didn't appear cheap.

As the fifth knob was freed, an incredibly fat man came to the point. He burped and then hit his chest moments after his appearance. Feathering his robe, he reset himself to stand in his place. The sixth one appeared and looked around at the others. And then to me. A sort of longing seemed to be about him.

When the top knob was released, Lewis appeared right behind Axim. His power suit was gone, with a black and red robe in its place. But he was no less powerful in appearance. I pulled the ends of the robe to cover my front as I looked to them, wondering what I was to do next.

"Remove the cloak," Lewis said, and it was then that I realized that I'd been hearing his voice speak to me in my head.

I was about to object again, when the robe itself flew off my shoulders to land behind me. Quickly, I turned to run, but something grabbed my left ankle and I fell. I felt my body hauled back up onto the dais, all the while, I scrambled for something to hold on to. My leg scraped a little, but I wasn't worried about that; I just wanted out of there.

When I was fully back onto the dais, I saw that it was a human hand that had grabbed my ankle, but it was coming from the platform itself. As I watched, another one rose up from the dais and the grabbed my other ankle! I screamed as I tried to scramble away again.

"Don't bother, child," Lewis's voice boomed in my head. "You're not going anywhere."

"It's too late, John," Axim said as I flipped over to look at them. "You had your chance to leave before you opened the door."

"Please," I begged, "please let me go. I promise I won't say anything to anyone."

Axim and the man that had been behind me chuckled a little.

Lewis waved his hand again, and two more hands sprang up from the platform I was on. Each of them grabbed my wrists and then pulled them downward. I was pulled down to kneel on my hands and knees. Another wave of his hand, and I felt another set of hands grab me by my legs right below the knees. The hands that were holding my wrists pulled me forward where two more erupted out to take my arms right at the elbows.

I was naked and helpless before them and I knew it. There was no escape from this. I looked up to see Axim smile at me as he removed his hood. He looked up to Lewis, who nodded down to him, and then he turned his full attentions back to me.

"This is what you wanted, John; to have self-confidence," he said, with his voice turning oily.

"I didn't ask for all this," I retorted, scared out of my mind.

"Yes, you did," he said back. "But all of that is pretty much a useless argument now. You see, you belong to me, now."

"What do you mean?"

"My father and all those you see around you are more than human; much more." His voice was becoming more and more oily and slimy as he talked. "Let's see if you can guess if I tell you my full name.

"It's Asmodeus."

I looked at him blankly. He smirked a quick, alluring smile.

"I guess not," he said, appearing to enjoy my ignorance. "Then, let's move on. This," he said, motioning to his right, "is Belphegor."

From there, he went around to the others, naming each of them in turn. Amon was next to Belphegor. Mammon was the one at the point of the pentagon, right behind me. I didn't bother looking at him, as I was still being held tightly to the platform. Beelzebub was next, followed by Leviathan. None of them rang any bells with me.

"I guess the human race just isn't what it once was," Asmodeus said, sighing, apparently more to himself than to me. Then he looked right at me. "But, I'm sure you'll recognize my father's name." He paused a moment to allow a little tension to build.

"Lucifer."

Realization slammed into me with the force of a tornado and I screamed in horror. Lucifer's eyes turned red; angry red. I tried like hell to get loose, but those hands held me extremely tight. When I calmed down a little, but still scared out of my mind, Asmodeus stepped into the circle, advancing on me.

"As weak and pitiful as you humans are, you are good for some things; cohabitation."

"What?" I managed to say.

Asmodeus moved to walk along beside my nude body. His finger reached up and touched my shoulder and then ran the length of my frame. I shivered at the cold touch.

"Each of us have to use one of you to remain here," he explained. "We worm our way inside in different ways, by our own strengths." He was behind me by this time, and I felt a finger lightly touch my nuts. I flinched, trying to keep them away from him.

"But, there's a cost," he said, still moving around me. "Your bodies are frail things and don't last long. I've managed to keep this one for over eighty years. Now, I have to give it up and move onward."

By this time, he was standing in front of me, but had changed. Drastically. During his circling of me, he'd grown to full adult size. I could still see part of what I knew to be Axim, but more as an adult.

"I'm able to become any age I wish," he said, answering my own question. "But, it takes a lot out of me, and I can only do it with a body once. So, I used it to lure you here. You are my next host, you see.

"And the only rule I had to obey was that you had to come here willingly. I couldn't kidnap you; you had to volunteer to be here.

"And now, you're mine."

With that, he removed his robe and stepped forward towards me. His hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled it down to his crotch. It stank like burnt rotten eggs.

"Open your mouth, John," he commanded, with his voice sounding thick like molasses. I shook my head, no.

Viciously, he yanked my head up and back, forcing my mouth open. The thumb on his other hand grabbed my jaw and pulled downward. I used all the strength I had and bit down. It was like biting into steel. Asmodeus chuckled, and it sounded like hell laughing.

"You have some spirit in you, boy," he answered. "but it won't help you."

He pulled downward and I was forced to open my mouth again. He jammed his cock into my mouth as hard as he could. I gagged instantly. Once it was inside, he let go of my head, but continued to push more and more of it into me. My throat was torn open on the third thrust and I tried to bellow, but got very little sound out. Now, with both hands, he held my head in place, and jammed every last inch of his large cock past my lips. And even though he'd planted it fully into me, it seemed like it grew even more so.

I cried and tried to pull back, but every effort to get him off me was wasted. It seemed to continue onward, down my esophagus, no matter that he wasn't moving. When I felt like I was about to pass out from oxygen deprivation, he pulled out just long enough for me to take in some air. Once he was sure I wasn't going to die, which was something I would have wanted right then, he plunged it back down my throat.

His demon-laced tool raked the inside of my mouth and throat for longer than I care to imagine. When he finally pulled out, he threw my head down in a disgusting manner. I looked up to see him walking around me to stand behind at my backside.

I wasn't naïve; I knew what was coming.

"Oh, God, no," I groaned. "Please, don't…?"

"This is needed, child," he hissed.

A hand was laid on my back, right above my butt. I moved to try to get away from what was coming, but he grabbed my hips with both hands to keep me in place. I tried like all hell to move out of the way, but seconds later, I felt something fleshy and slimy touch my most private spot.

"No…?" I whined. "Please?"

A moment later, and I felt the worse pain ever. Something larger than I thought possible was shoved past my rear barrier, spearing me for the first time.

And I screamed. Loud.

I couldn't help it; the pain was excruciating. But, it got worse. His cock tore into me even farther, hitting something in my intestines. Even that didn't stop it, though. The invader continued its penetration of my innards. The rape got even worse; his cock got thicker as it infiltrated, tearing me open even farther. My screaming never stopped.

"Wonderful music," a guttural voice cooed from above me.

I turned to look to see Asmodeus in his natural state, and I screamed even louder. He was beastly. Curled horns were on the side of his head. Red, blood red, eyes lit the spaces under his brows. His skin looked like a combination of both red and white, but not pink. Large muscles bulged from his arms and claws dug into my sides from his hands. His powerful legs had somehow managed to get next to me on the dais, to plunge his enormous cock further into me. Terror gripped me, knowing that this thing was inside my body, claiming me.

His long red tongue snaked out and he leaned down to lick my back with it.

"Delicious," he hissed, slithering his tongue out at me before retracting it back into his mouth.

A powerful shove of his hips sent shards of renewed agony through my young form and I screamed anew. I was helpless to stop even the slightest thing he, or it, wanted to do to me. Another shove elicited another scream.

Asmodeus's cock continued to grow, lengthening even longer inside my guts. I felt it snake around, touching even the deepest part of me. Then, he started pulling it out, raking my shredded barrier with the sides of his tool. It felt like it had craters on the side as it moved.

"STOP! PLEASE, STOP!" I screamed at him.

"This is the good part, boy," he taunted, snake-like.

The long appendage seemed to take forever to withdraw. The degrading rape didn't stop then, though. When I felt just a part of it inside, he commenced to feed it back into me. There was no end to the torment.

"Your blood is sweet, child," he hissed in my ear.

I didn't bother to answer; I just didn't care any longer. I really just wanted to die right then and there.

It was then that I felt his clawed hands move up the sides of my frame to my shoulders. A second's pause, and they moved to my neck and then to the sides of my face. Fingers slithered to the side of my mouth and forced my jaw open again. He grabbed on to my mouth and shoved hard with his hips, impaling me fully on his engorged cock again. I couldn't help but shriek in renewed anguish.

Once he was planted back inside me, he began humping my back with his legs, pumping my backside. He used my mouth as if it had reins, getting leverage to rape me even harder. Time and time again, his cock raked over the interior of my being. Each time was more painful than the last. The savage, violent rape of the very fiber of my core lasted longer than I ever thought possible.

I never knew how long it did last, but when it seemed like I really was going to die from it, Asmodeus made a savage, guttural thrust into me and held himself in place. A moment later, I felt some sort of fluid being pumped into me. It filled every part of me, even the parts that weren't supposed to take liquids. The oozing ran through my very veins, claiming me even more than the cock that had put it there. I felt a surge from my toes to my fingertips to the very center of my brain. My skin felt hot; too hot. And then, all of a sudden, it was over.

I collapsed to the platform. I curled up into a tight, fetal ball, and cried.

I woke up shivering. When I opened my eyes, it was light and snow was falling. I was dressed in the clothes I'd worn to the house. I let go of my legs, and thinking that I was going to be sore, I moved tentatively. After a few painless movements, I moved even faster and stood.

My bike was leaning against a tree. My pack was on the seat. Ignoring both, I ran up the trail that led to the house. As I rounded what was once the last curve, I came to an empty setting. No house, no steps, no platform, no pentagram, no nothing. An empty wood was the only thing that greeted me.

I was about to turn from the scene, when something did catch my eye. Several yards off the road was a hump being covered lightly in snow. It didn't look natural, so I thought about seeing what it was. As I got close, I realized that it was a human body, but wasn't moving.

When I turned it over, I saw that it was a man, appearing to be older than the world. He looked dried up and used. Wrinkles were everywhere on his face and upper frame. His skin was pallid and his eyes were sunk into his skull. The clothes that covered him seemed like a century old.

I saw a piece of paper in his coat pocket. It had the name Eadward Fletcher on it. Dropping the paper, I turned and backed away from him; the name sounded familiar to me.

Somewhere in the woods, I heard a deep, throaty, hellish chuckle.

The End