Pentagram

His eyes lock onto hers. She glares back up at him, defiant, unblinking. Holds his gaze as she strains against her bondage. She flexes her shoulders. The loops of rope that bind her wrists behind her back hold firm. Too tight. She exhales a long breath.

One of his arms snakes out behind him to snatch up a cushion from the couch. He drops it in front of her on the worn hardwood floor.

“Kneel on that.”

His voice rumbles deeper than any human voice. Like river rocks shifting under a spring flood, a summer thunderstorm just over a ridge. That voice – not human at all. Neither are his long ebony horns, his multi-jointed claws, nor that shifting cloud of black heat-shimmer that trails along as he walks by on obsidian hooves. Not human. Inhuman. If she could just distract him long enough to…

SLAP!

The sting makes her wince, clench her jaw. She falls to her knees on the cushion.

“I don’t like to ask twice,” he whispers low as he tosses aside the horsewhip. The red welt across her breast burns like fire. He runs his thumb over her cheek to brush away a tear. Dips his finger into her mouth.

“Such defiance requires…consequences,” he growls as he circles his finger over her lips, “first, I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth.” He stands to his full height, shifts his hips so that his cock bobs over her upturned face. The shaft is glistening, smoothly veined, with a slight upward curve.

“Then I’m going to make you wish…”

DING!

He grumbles, whirls at the sound from the kitchen. Wisps of black mist trace pentagrams in the air behind him as he strides out of the room. She can see him hunched over the counter, one finger outstretched towards a device of metal and glass. He’s distracted. This is her chance. She strains against the ropes that bind her ankles and wrists. If she can just slip her thumb under the knot.

He whirls to face her, one obsidian talon clutching…a French press.

“Babe, do you want oat milk in yours?” he rumbles through the archway.

“Oh,” she sighs, “we’re all out. I can take it black.”

His jagged jack-o-lantern mouth curves into a smile as his forked tail snakes up over his shoulder. He wiggles a carton of organic oat milk back and forth with his prehensile tail. Tiny beads of condensation fly from the carton to the kitchen tiles.

“Guess who picked up a fresh quart on the way home?”

She smiles, settles comfortably into her cushion. 

“Now that’s a good boy.”

After the Bell

I squeezed and pulled as my body tensed. I could feel it, I was about to cum. It was even more thrilling to be doing it in the bathroom of the locker room at school. I braced myself as I pressed my hand against the wall and leaned back as I thrust my hand faster and faster.

I could see Sarah’s thong sticking out of her shorts in the weight room and I just couldn’t help myself. The way that she looked at me when she looked back and caught me looking at it. I just lost it.

I tried to keep myself quiet but couldn’t help but to let out some gentle moans as I felt the cum bursting out of me. I barely pulled my gray athletics shirt back in time as the warm white liquid pooled up on my belly and began to slide down.

I just sat there for a second before I started to come to my senses. What the fuck was I doing? I missed shower time and now I was going to be late to class. So stupid! I guess sometimes you just can’t fight the urge, though. I had to admit, it was quite the thrill. If anyone asked, I would just say that I had the runs and couldn’t get off the toilet. The classic Taco Bell excuse. Nothing to worry about.

I cleaned up my mess and made my way out of the bathroom and back into the lockers. My towel was in my locker number 327. “A. Perkins,” it said. More like Jerkins, I thought to myself and smirked.

I grabbed my towel and body wash and made my way to the lonely shower. Suddenly, I heard the main door to the hallway slam shut. The bell ring for next period when I was barely 3 strokes in. Why would anyone be in here right now?

I shrugged it off and placed my soap on the little shelf under the shower head. Our school had the showers with four nozzles on each side of a pole and a few poles like that throughout the room. Which of course means that we get to be about an arm’s length away from each other while scrubbing our junk and our buttholes. Pretty degrading, but after working up a sweat it beats going to class smelling like shit.

I turned the water on and let the water start to warm up. A locker slammed shut somewhere nearby causing me to jump. I looked around near the lockers but saw nothing.

I called out, “Hey. Anybody there?”

No answer. Probably somebody messing with me because they knew I was lagging behind. I was just hoping that nobody ran up with a towel rolled up and ready to snap my bare ass. I always hated that shit, and I really didn’t want to deal with it while I was already late to class.

There were no other sounds, so I began to get myself wet and scrub myself down with body wash. Just as I was covered in suds and about to go back into the water to rinse myself off, I saw something that I almost couldn’t believe.

It was Sarah. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail and was still wearing her clothes from athletics. She smirked at me as she noticed the disbelief on my face. She walked up closer, almost into the shower room and looked at me up and down.

“I saw you looking at me in the weight room, Aaron. Was there something you wanted to do to me?”

She turned around and slowly revealed the thong that was sticking up out of her shorts. She looked back and teased me as she pulled the shorts lower and lower until I could finally see her entire beautifully rounded ass in all of its glory. Holy shit! I can’t believe this is happening to me.

My little buddy wasn’t able to keep his cool and stood at full attention right away. She pulled her shorts back up and walked over to me slowly. She stalked me like a lion chasing a gazelle that was preparing to pounce. She made her way behind me and stopped just out of view. This time as she spoke her voice was no longer the silky sweet voice that she was tantalizing me with just a moment ago. It was deep and twisted. Almost demonic.

It said, “What do you think you’re going to do with that tiny little fucking dick?”

I spun around in terror and humiliation. It wasn’t Sarah that stood behind me. It was Mark Theisman, the quarterback of the football team who loved to give me shit every chance that he could. His face was tense, and he appeared to be fuming.

“Huh? Answer me you little fucken prick! I said what are you gonna do with that tiny little fucking dick?”

I looked down at my member, now fully flaccid and even a little bit shrunken from the cold as I stood outside of the water.

“I uhhh… But you… It wasn’t you, I… I don’t understand.”

His fury turned into a sadistic grin. The rest of the football team began to file out from around the locker. I was surrounded.

“You don’t have to understand Aaron. The only thing that you need to understand is this.”

He reached into his backpack and dropped it revealing what was left in his hand. A large pair of scissors. In horror I looked around the room and realized every football player was carrying a pair as well and they were getting closer and closer.

“We’re gonna cut your fucking dick off Aaron.”

He opened the scissors slowly and closed them at once. The noise of the blades slicing against each other made my balls tingle and my body cringe. He repeated the motion, and the football players did as well. They continued their slow approach and opened and closed the scissors rhythmically like the beat of a drum.

Mark was just feet away as I decided I couldn’t take anymore. I began pleading and crying. I fell to the floor and curled into a ball. I covered my eyes and blocked my junk with my legs and my arms. Just when I felt like they were about to be right on top of me a new voice came from the spot where Mark had been standing.

“Aaron? Aaron, is that you? What are you doing on the ground like that, darling?”

I uncovered my eyes and looked up. It was Miss Ferris the athletic director. She helped me up and looked very concerned as she looked around to see what had shocked me. Seeing nothing she walked out of the shower and looked the other way.

In the same sweet and concerned voice she said, “Go ahead and finish rinsing off. I’ll take you to the nurse after you get yourself dressed.”

I did as she said and got the remainder of the soap off with the shower head that was still running from before all this craziness began. I closed my eyes to wash the soap out of my hair and let the water run on my face for a second.

I said, “Thank you so much Miss Ferris, I don’t even know what’s going on with me. I was just running a little behind because I was in the restroom and…”

I took my face out of the water and wiped the water from my eyes. Her face was staring directly at me, the eyes were entirely white, and her body was still facing the complete opposite direction.

She spoke in a high-pitched whiny voice that sounded like a combination of breaking glass and nails on a chalkboard. “Oh, you don’t have to thank me, Aaron. The fun has only just begun.”

As she shrieked with delight and her face contorted, she let out a howling maniacal cackle. I bolted for the door, slipping, and nearly falling the whole way there, but never turning back.