Page 19 of Possess Us

Fear

M y Pretty Prey. Such a beautifully broken little thing. They are all so breakable. Inside and out. Fragile little bones. Easily ripped skin. Skulls fit only for crushing. Eyes desperate for plucking.

But this female is so delicious, I can’t help but want to play with her. The scent of her fear is intoxicating. And powerful.

Fuck. I have never felt such a charge from a single human’s terror. As she’s made her way through my house of horror, she has vibrated with fear, feeding me. Making me strong. Securing my place in this vessel.

So much sin corrupts this male I have taken. His insides are black with it. Rotten with it. He’s perfect. And to hear the faint echo of his screams as he burns in the depths of Hell is a sweet chorus I can enjoy for as long as his meat suit can handle me.

Her entire body is shaking, making her bare breasts hypnotic as they move. Her plump lips wobble. Her eyes are wide and scared beyond reason. Beyond all sense.

I inhale, taking in her aroma as deeply as I can. My body pulses with strength, further cementing my hold on this vessel.

All the souls I have claimed tonight combined wouldn’t make up half of what she has given me.

A powerful little conduit. Unlike any other I have seen.

But of course, she would be. Considering her parentage.

The snake I released slithers around her neck, wrapping its long, scaled body several times around her dainty little throat.

I can’t resist. I need to touch my prize who has agreed to give herself to me and my brothers. I can smell that Lust and Pain have claimed her.

Now… It’s my turn.

I run my fingers between her breasts. She flinches and lets out a little whimper at such a gentle bit of contact.

My sweet girl.

I caress her softly, down her stomach, over her hips, which stick out far too much.

Did these fools not feed her? The human wiccans have clearly forgotten how much they need their conduits. How valuable they are. How they are to be worshipped.

Which is why we have been released. They did not earn her loyalty. They betrayed her. So now she is ours. And so are their souls.

She grips the table’s edge, as if securing herself in place, never mind the restraints. She wants to run. My presence evokes a deep-rooted fear, even without all I have done and plan to do.

‘Are you afraid, Pretty Prey?’ I ask, my fingers hooking around the waist of her black underwear.

I slide them down, relishing in how she shakily lifts her hips for me. Her legs tremble violently. Her ragged breaths make me smile.

‘Y-yes.’

She doesn’t dare take her eyes off me. I want to hold her gaze. I want to soak up all her fear and dread as she lies naked before me. But the sight of her exposed pussy is too much to ignore. I hold her black silk underwear tightly in my hand.

‘I’m the thing which lurks in the darkness.

The thing you cannot see, but you know I am there.

I am the whisper on the wind, calling your name.

The chill on the back of your neck. The dread that runs down your spine.

’ I lift and bend her knees. ‘I am that pit in your stomach. The dryness of your mouth. The tightness around your throat.’

I spread her legs. Her muscles are tense and fight me, but she breathes through it, calming herself.

‘What’s my name?’

She blinks and takes a shuddering breath. ‘Fear.’

‘Good girl. Now. Open your cunt for me.’

She blinks at me. ‘W-what?’

I undo her restraints, take her hands, and place her fingers at her entrance.

‘Open yourself up. Or I will use something from the metal tray of instruments to do the job. Have you ever had an old, rusted speculum inserted into your cunt?’

Panic flashes in her eyes again. Fuck. I wish she looked like that all the time. Her fingers ease into her slick little hole, and she stretches herself.

‘Beautiful,’ I admire, looking between her legs. ‘Wider.’

She does, opening her cunt for my viewing pleasure.

With a wag of my finger, I summon the nurse still filming.

She was a housewife when she came to the fair.

She enjoyed cooking and tending to her garden.

When her two children were alive, she enjoyed slipping rat poison into their soup.

And the attention she received as they got sicker and sicker was the high she always chased.

The best day of her life was the joint funeral.

Oh, the sympathy and attention she got was to die for.

To burn in Hell for.

The nurse films my Pretty Little Prey. I want to remember this. Relive it over and over.

I take her underwear and slowly push them inside her, using my fingers to get them in as deep as I can go.

Her mouth is agape, and that delicious fear is palatable.

I take out my cock. It’s rock hard. Has been since I stepped into the room. Gripping her ankles, I yank her towards me, rest her legs over my shoulder, and thrust myself into her.

She screams, looking at me like I’m insane as I fuck her. I feel the silk on the tip of my cock as I pin her legs to my chest. The table shakes against the bolts securing it to the floor. Her knuckles become white as she holds on for dear life.

And when the snake tightens around her throat, controlled by me, she starts to panic. She attempts to get her fingers between the snake and her throat.

I can’t have that.

‘Doctor. Hold our patient down,’ I order.

The doctor grabs her wrists and holds them above her head. Her tits bounce beautifully as I slam into her, and if she could breathe, I know her screams would be a melody to applaud.

Her eyes bulge and blood vessels rupture, turning the white parts a crimson red.

Her pale skin becomes purple as she struggles for any air.

Soon, her struggling stops, and she falls limp.

I keep rutting into her, moaning loudly as I soak in the lingering effects of her terror.

Her heart has slowed right down, and she’s out cold.

I reach out. The snake eases its grip, and she splutters back to life.

Eyes rolling in the back of her head and moving side to side as she returns to me.

Her bouncing tits are begging to be touched. I reach down, slowing my pace and deepening my thrusts as I dig my fingernails into her subtle flesh.

She moans and blinks, desperately trying to regain her senses. Her focus narrows in on me, and she's realised where she is and who is fucking the shit out of her.

She grins. Oh, my deranged beauty grins up at me and moves her hips, fucking me back as I drive into her. And she watches, lifting her head to witness my length ease in and out of her.

I throw my head back, relishing in everything she’s giving me. The pain. The fear. The horror. The sweetest pussy.

She starts to scream and thrash beneath me, and I laugh, knowing exactly why.

Looking down, I watch her. Hands pinned above her head by the good doctor.

The nurse is getting a close-up of my cock easing in and out of her.

And the hundreds of spiders, giant centipedes, scorpions, earwigs and hissing cockroaches scuttle out from beneath the table and swarm her.

Her screams are frantic. Her heart is going so fast, she’s going to pass out again in a minute.

She tries to get away from me. She kicks and squirms. I only fuck her harder.

I control the insects. They are her greatest fear.

Physically, anyway. I know she fears her future.

The rest of the Brotherhood. Us. But in terms of actual things, insects are her biggest phobia.

They crawl over her breasts. Her neck. Her stomach.

I grab her ankles and part her legs to get the best view in this world.

This vessel is blessed with a well-endowed cock.

Wide enough to fill her to her limits. Long enough to hit her deep.

I admire her skin stretching around my length as I pull out and in, going slow to appreciate the delicate flesh taking me so perfectly.

‘You’re so fucking beautiful,’ I admire. She can’t hear me through her screaming.

I pull out, pin her legs to my chest with one hand, and with my teeth, I bite at the stitches holding my right hand in place.

A strange costume for a mortal to choose for this pagan holiday. A stitched-up corpse. It came to life along with many others.

But I can make it work to my advantage.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

The stitches break, and my hand falls onto her stomach.

It twitches before flipping itself over and dragging itself down her abdomen.

To her slick opening.

Quickly, I strap her legs down, securing each ankle to a corner of the gurney.

The fingers on my severed hand sink into her. The thumb rubbing her clit.

Watching her, I climb atop the table, kneeling on either side of her face.

She’s openly sobbing, driven insane with fear as the insects crawl all over her. My fingers knot in her hair, and I pull, making her stop. Her gaze snaps straight to mine.

‘Do you give up?’ I ask.

Her back arches, and her mouth opens in a gasp. My body erupts in goosebumps in reaction to it.

I know why. My hand is working some dark magic between her legs.

I know two fingers won’t satisfy her, not after having my cock inside her.

So I use three fingers to start and watch for the reaction when I make four go in.

She seals her lips shut as tears spring from her eyes.

There it is.

Four fingers slowly push in. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.

She convulses when my knuckles pass the threshold. All four fingers massage her inner wall.

‘Fear! I can’t! It’s too much!’

I push in deeper.

‘FEAR!’ she screams. The wonderful wet sounds as she’s fisted by my severed hand accompany her screaming my name perfectly.

‘You look so beautiful,’ I admire.

My thumb keeps rubbing her throbbing bundle of nerves, and I send a particularly large scorpion to crawl all over her exposed pussy and thighs.

‘Do you give up, Pretty Prey?’ I repeat.

Her lips tremble. Then they part.

I wait, expecting her to beg. To plead for me to stop.

This extraordinary creature doesn’t, though. No. She opens her lips wide, and slowly she sticks out her tongue. Her eyes drift down to my cock as though she’s starving.

‘Are you a cock hungry little whore?’

She nods.

‘That’s a good fucking girl.’

I rise onto my knees, grip her hair tighter, and guide her open and willing mouth onto my slick cock.

I fuck her mouth without mercy, driving myself as far down that dainty little throat of hers as I can go.

Right down to the goddamn hilt, as she gags and tenses around me.

I see her bulge as I force myself into her.

My hips move with skill, and my fingers knot in her hair as I pull and push her onto me. The sounds she makes have me moaning.

‘Oh fuck,’ I groan. ‘You were made for this. For me. For my violence. For my fear.’

My head falls back and my eyes close as I relish her mouth's feel. Her lips seal around me. Spit falls from her chin. Her stomach tenses as she gags. Her toes curl.

I still my hips and make her fuck me, slamming her head into me. Back and forth like she’s nothing but the little fuck toy she is. My warm hole to fill and fuck.

I drive her onto me, my cock thoroughly filling her throat, and hold her there.

She can’t breathe.

‘I want you to die, my cock choking you.’ I can’t help but grin. ‘Look at me. Look me in the eye, my little whore. Look your death in the eye.’

She tries to pull back.

No fucking chance.

‘Your soul already belongs to us. Now your body is ours to own too. To destroy and claim. Your throat is mine, and I will watch the life leave your pretty eyes as I fuck it raw.’

Her lashes flutter, and her eyes roll into the back of her head before she falls limp again.

And that burst of fear feeds me to my core. I throw my head back and roar, every muscle in this body tensed and surging with strength.

It’s precisely what I needed. I have secured myself in this vessel. Stolen this male’s form for my own.

Through gritted teeth, I look down at my prize.

My chest rises and falls with need. With power.

I pull out and drop her head. The thud brings her back to me, and she’s coughing and twitching again.

As she returns to the world of the living, I stand and wave my hand, dismissing the insects.

They crawl away, leaving her naked and perfect.

I return between her thighs, rest the stump of my wrist against my severed hand, which is still buried deep between her legs, and reattach it. I feel her so well. How she moulds around me. The fear and anticipation.

‘Can you take more?’ I ask.

Her eyes widen. After a second, she nods.

I push in further, sinking my thumb in.

‘Don’t move,’ I warn her. ‘I don’t want to injure you.’

Panting and disoriented, she watches as I masterfully manoeuvre myself inside her.

When I feel the silk, I hook my finger around it and very, very, very carefully retrieve them.

When I get free, she lets out a relieved moan. Sweat covers her skin, and she’s flushed crimson.

‘Open your mouth.’

She does.

I slip the soaking silk between her lips and return my cock to her pussy. I fuck her as she needs. Slowly. Deeply. My thumb caresses her clit, and I work her until she’s a writhing mess beneath me.

Her moans drift out from behind the silk filling her mouth, and when her back arches, I know she’s ready to come apart for me.

Everything inside me tightens, and when she screams in pleasure, I explode, filling her devilish cunt with all I have to offer.

My beautiful, perfect, terrified Pretty Prey.

She spits out the silk and sits suddenly, yanking her hands from the doctor and grabbing my face.

Amused and thoroughly satisfied, I watch her. She looks livid. The fear gone, replaced with fury for what I put her through. Her eyes search mine.

She’s beautiful when scared. And she’s a goddess when she’s angry.

Her lips crash onto mine, and she kisses me deeply. I kiss her back, my arms wrapping around her to pull her in close.

Oh yes. This one will do fucking nicely.

I’m definitely keeping her.