Nightmare on Church Street

She wanders the house, switching off lights as she goes. The sounds from the Trick or Treaters outside carry through the converted church Erika now calls home. A place chosen for its protection, from it who resides in her nightmares. Shuttering inside, carrying on like any normal day, telling herself Halloween draws no more evil than November 1st, heading to bed to try and forget all about it. On All-hallows forgetting of such things was almost an art, as she would come to discover as time went by.

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The same dream. A powerful scream rips forth, silent. Too big to escape. Help. Help me. She tries to run, to get away. Body frozen, paralyzed from terror perhaps, or something more feral. She braces, just as it reaches her. Knowing no rescue is coming.

Falling, into the abyss, she gasps and her eyes fly open to the dark room. Her heart is pounding. The fear, as always, follows her awake. Cold skinned she tries to scream again. She is as alone in this house as she was in her dream. Even half asleep this scream has no voice either. Conscious now, she tries to still the terror. Her eyes fly wildly around the darkness, trying to anchor onto a familiar shape.

"It's over. I'm in my room." She tells herself. "It was just a dream. You are safe now. Stupid girl, there are no such things as those you imagine with claws and red eyes and blackened hearts full of killing intent."

Except she is not. The terrible darkness surrounding her is all encompassing and far too deep. The hair on her neck stands up, goosebumps rise on her skin. It is here. Somehow, it has followed her back from her nightmare. Enveloped in the endless black, she squeezes her eyes shut. She feels its presence at the end of the bed. It makes no sound. The moments of time flipping lazily over page by page. Soundless she screams again, and then again. Or perhaps one long, mad scream, born useless in her mind, instead of her throat.

She feels the sheet start to slide off her body. So slowly, she questions whether it's real. Her only protection, she makes to grab for it. She can't move her fingers. Or her arm. Her body. Just as paralyzed here as in the land of dreams. Frozen. Flat on her back, tears fall from closed lids. This true disquiet like sinking into a cold pocket in a dark lake.

As the sheet drops to the floor at the foot of her bed, a switch somewhere deep in her mind breaks. She realizes it is not human. It bathes in her fear. Transcendent between this world and the last. All of the evil brought together here, to this spot.

Her eyes fly open, as something, not a finger, perhaps a claw, as cold as ice finds the hem of her tank top. Slowly the white cotton is dragged up her torso. Heart in her throat, she fights for control of her arms, they are pinned to the bed by unseen shackles, unmoving, they are useless to defend. Panic rising, now runs free in her mind, overflowing.

This thing without a name, without any scent, now trails the valley of her chest, pushing her top, until her breasts bounce free, and then gone. Disorienting her, it moves too fast. Still here, in her room, surrounding her on all sides, not touching her. She kicks out her legs, twists her head, yet she lies unmoving, a China doll with a pulse in its breast.

Cold drops over her, like a mountain frost, hardening her exposed nipples, but she does not shiver. Exposed, laid out she fights the rising arousal building inside. She closes her eyes, frantically searching her mind for a safe place, an exit from the maddening terror. None exists.

She wonders if time is incapacitated as well. The terrified pounding of her beating heart the only proof she still exists.

She flinches as a guttural growl tears through the room. It ripples through her, so intense the sound waves carry weight. The sound of pure wickedness one might say. Mindlessly again she screams without resonation, it doesn't matter now, it's deafening noise dampens all others. Coursing through her the growl lands, building in her core, dampening her center. Her hands clench in a death grip. This wakened nightmare tears the fabric off her panties, her scent fills the room. Its roar continues, vibrating her every nerve, flooding the space between her thighs.

Internally her still body thrashes, trying to get away, yet now needing more. Waves of pleasure throb through her, too powerful to bear. Wordlessly, silently holding back the release, the terror of shattering to pieces at its hands the only sanity she has.

Her entire body slams to a stop as the roar shuts off, replaced by emptiness rather than silence. It lurks in the darkness, watching, marking time for what she does not know.

She realizes in this oblivion her screams have no sound as they are born from her soul, not her lungs. In this reality there is only horror and waiting. And deep arousal. Her racing heartbeat echoes in her pussy.

Then it's touching her again. The hands of one hundred beasts on every inch of her skin. Tickling the bottoms of her feet, pinching her nipples, painfully extending them. A moan is torn from her lips. Lightly caressing the sides of her torso, jabbing into her aching cunt. Lovingly it kisses behind her ear, stabs her hard in her ass. The impossible mix of pleasure and pain drags her to sharp awareness of every sensation. She is at the precipice again, holding back, until finally she can no longer bear it. The intensity of the suffering, now too great. She hurtles herself towards release. The beast holds it just beyond her reach. Mentally she is grabbing, clawing for it, desperate. It's evil grows in her tormented want and desperate need.

Instantly the hold is gone, as if in a car wreck her body is slammed to a stop. The emotional crash is the greatest pain, and there are no airbags in this hell.

Without a touch it is lifting her off the bed. She rises, naked into the air. Holding her impossibly high, ten times higher than where the converted church's cathedral ceiling should be, it rolls her over, so she is facing her bed below. Her eyes huge, the terror of falling rips fear anew, awake now, when she finally impacts the ground in this world, she fears she will find only death.

She closes her eyes, even a glimpse of this monster will break her mind beyond repair. Then it drops her, and the feeling of the never-ending fall is realized in reality. A new emotion born of the mix of panic and fear fills her completely, driving out every other thought and feeling she has ever carried. At last Erika finds her voice and she begins to scream.

Her cries mix unanswered with the happy sounds of the trick-or-treaters outside. Devastation is a closer emotion to relief when she opens her eyes, she finds herself on the bed. Like twisting out of a bad high, her mind is battered, exhausted. She lies on her front, it has arranged her with hands straight above her head, knees bent and tucked beneath her. The ever-constant terror its presence demands, a heady conflict with the need of her bare, throbbing pussy presented to be taken.

Instead strikes rain down upon her, slashes of electricity burning white hot against her skin. Over and over they lash down, her limbs still bound she remains helpless to the torture. The pain becomes a constant, bringing with it rising desire, her body now stretching and pushing towards it.

With eyes rolled back in her head she catches a glimpse of a serpent as it slides across her wrists, slithers up her arm. Black as the darkness in which she lay. She shivers as its blood red eyes flash with dark desire as they roam her skin. Encircling them once, then twice, it continues its path up her arm. Its scales burn cold as it circles her neck, wrapping itself around from jaw to collar bones.

The beast enters her, overfilling all her holes simultaneously, stretching her, fucking her. Sighs and moans replace her screams. Bites mark her skin. Shivers rack though her as nipples are pinched and twisted. With malevolent intensity lashes continue to beat down even as it fucks her. The sounds and smells of her arousal fill the room as she now grinds towards it. Hard and fast, her quivering hips take it, unable to relieve the overwhelming pressure that builds within her, even with the moans that rip from her deep inside.

The desperate need to come overrides the last of her fight, finally she lets go, submitting to the supernatural brute. Every nerve strained towards it. It's to use, to take, to destroy. Realizing her fate, that this is all she has ever wanted, all she will ever want again. The euphoria explodes within her, rolling wave after wave, each more powerful than the last. As the reptilian necklace tightens its hold, her screams choke silent. Without breath, fervent pulsing from her core turns to pure bliss, as wave after wave of amber heat crashes over her, still it continues to take, and to use. She rides the wave without breath her light fades.

As she slips from this world the darkness explodes into light, shattering all that is black. The hold on her neck releases the pure white driving it back, from this realm to the dark. The warmth of her afterglow carries her gently down. She lies used and sated and alone in her bed, covers in place.