I awoke in a large white room, wearing only a blue hospital gown. It was the kind that felt like it was made of paper, with a layer of plastic for added stability. Either way, I was freezing. The air felt cold, with an old stale smell. Looking around I could see the walls were painted to look like a padded room (to mimic the appearance of a typical asylum.) In reality, they were simply molded concrete. I could tell that even before touching the stained surface.
In the far corner, there was a door-shaped carving that clearly only opened from the opposite side. A series of letters were written in rusty water (or more likely blood.) "Testing station?" That meant there had to be a camera somewhere.
"Hello?"
"Hello Anna," said a male voice. There were noticeable black circles in the four corners acting as speakers but I still couldn't find the cameras. "Dr. Reyes has told me all about you. upon review of your file, we here at the institute believe your time has come."
"To be tested?"
"Either you survive the trial and join our ranks or your remains will be disposed of at an appropriately discreet location."
What did that even mean? "Bring it on, bitches!" I shouted at the speakers. maybe the cameras were hidden in the same spots? As if on cue, the ceiling split open, dumping four bodies into the room.
The figures looked similar to me. They were wearing tattered blue hospital gowns, but with bandages covering their faces. And they were all armed with kitchen knives.
They were fast, but I was stronger. I immediately conjured my personal sword from the depths of hell. Energy surged through my arm, forming a layer of diamond. the growth acted like a cross between a blade and a shield, allowing me to take down multiple attackers with minimal injury.
When I had them on the ground, I felt the need to cut off the face coverings. Thankfully the three men and one woman were no one I knew. As such, I felt no need to mourn their loss. I executed them each in turn, quickly cutting their throats to release them from their miserable lives.
The lights went out, leaving me to sit in the darkness, with my fleshy, non-diamond hands sticky with blood.
"Anna!" said a female whisper. the sound was coming from the ceiling. "Is that you?"
I stood up, looking at the ceiling. There was a series of cracks where the bodies had fell through, but one spot was being forced open. I could see a pair of glowing yellow eyes. "Raynee?"
"It's me. I tried to follow the guards via the vents, but everything seems to dump into this open area. It's like a giant drain or a garbage disposal."
"Are you stuck?" I asked, assuming she was prying open the ceiling with her hand or a tool of some kind.
"No," she said with a genuine concern. "But I'm afraid, I'm at a loss on how to go about rescuing you."
"I surprised you actually want to." I pursed my lips, trying not to cry. "I mean, that's really nice of you."
"You're stronger than me, I know that. if there's anyone who can fight her way out of here it's you. I just hope to be by your side."
Of course. "Because you want to go home?"
"No, I have no home. Even you know that," her voice was a mixture of anger and sadness. "But anywhere is better than here."
"If you can make it back to the dorms, I think I can find a way out. Can you bring me something from my room?"
"Sure, what?"
"Anything that can fit through the space; paper, a card a book, anything will work as long as it's been in contact with my dolls."
"Ok, I'll try my best. I'm going to head back, before Dr. Reyes empties your room."
"Oh fuck." I suddenly realized she was correct; every missing or 'discharged' patient had a pristinely clean room the morning after their disappearance. "You've got to hurry!"
The yellow eyes moved away, Raynee was leaving. "Try to stay alive."
"Easier said than done," I muttered. Alone in the darkness, I knew I needed to find answers. "Remy!" I shouted at nothing. "Where are you? I know you can hear me!"
The room echoed with deep, maniacal laughter. Turning towards the pile of bodies I could see a flicker, followed by a full-on flame. The corpses started to twitch, falling into place, as if being pulled by a puppet master. Their bodies were forming a circle: a portal. This was all kinds of bad.
"My Dear Anna," Remy's voice was coming from the floor. "You think you are so smart, with that pretty little human brain." Remy's slender muscular figure emerged, hunched over like a demon. As he stood up, I could see he was completely nude. Licking his lips, his tan skin shimmered in the light, making him look even more like an apex predator. Remy's long dark hair appeared wet as it hung over his shoulders, as his eyes glowed red, glaring at me unblinking.
"Hi," I said with a fake smile.
With the use of his 'Darth Vader'-like power, I was forced to my knees. "Do you know why I let you get away with so much? It's not because we're friends." Remy was masturbating, jerking his shaft using his own glowing precum as lube. with his free hand he gripped my hair, forcing my head back. "You were always such a special girl. But you knew that, right? It's why your parents sold you for drug money."
I took Remy in my mouth. I closed my eyes, staying focused on keeping my jaw relaxed. I wanted to bite him, I wanted to hurt him. But he knew that already.
Men like Remy offered so much, at just the cost of one's soul. all while men like Nate work their lives away making an honest living, only to die of cancer.
Suddenly I heard a scratching sound; movement in the ceiling vents. If Raynee had made it back, I could not allow Remy to notice. I gripped his ass, spreading his muscular thighs as if I intended to slipped my finger inside him.
Remy chuckled. "You wouldn't dare." He yanked my hair, forcing me to look him in the eyes. I replied with a silent nod, followed by two fingers lubed only with sweat. He liked it; the pain, the humiliation; he liked the moment of being subservient.
Remy leaned in, begging me to fuck him with my whole hand. I was about to oblige, when he suddenly froze.
This was bad. I could hear the sound of a thin paper floating through the air and falling lightly to the ground. It wasn't paper, it was a foil wrapper (which more than likely sparkled in the light of the fire.)
"It appears someone has sent you a gift."
'Oh shit.' So much for the element of surprise.
"Don't tell me you're going to try to invite someone over?"
I wasn't in a position to tell him much of anything. I closed my eyes, focusing on my spell. 'I summon my most loyal soul. My warrior, my dragon.' I had never done this before; summon an actual former living soul. Within moments I could feel the warmth of fire. Remy was laughing, as he gripped my head, fucking my face. I had summoned something. Hopefully it was Nate.
From my current position on my knees, I stretched my legs back, raising my hips. It was one of those times when I was grateful to not be wearing underwear.
I felt a pair of large hands grip my thighs. It didn't feel like Nate; the skin felt rough, cold. The creature spread my legs. I could feel lips; a human mouth, human breath, and a long, thick lizard tongue.
The creature came closer, pressing his muscular thighs against mine. One thing was clear; he had a human cock. He rubbed himself against my spread lips, lubing his shaft on my juices.
His cock was growing. With every motion I could feel him gaining length, texture (like an expensive fantasy dildo.) Was he teasing me, or waiting for his final form? In my current state I was in no position to argue.
I felt a rush of warm breath on my exposed ass. Was he going to kiss me? Bite me?
'Fuck, just do something!'
When he finally put himself inside of me, he went slow, dipping in and out like a small child checking the temperature of a swimming pool. Each movement went in deeper and deeper until, finally he took the plunge.
I found myself gasping for air. He was fucking me so deep I could feel him touching me, filling me. He made my pussy feel tight for the first time in years. Yet he was fucking me slow and gentle. He placed one massive hand on my stomach.
At first, I had no idea why, as he was clearly in no danger of slipping out. No, he was monitoring me. He would thrust faster, just until my body tensed. Then right on the edge of climax he would slow down.
If I didn't have Remy's cock rammed down my throat I would have cried out. Did he want me to beg? 'Please let me climax, Nate. Please, I need it so bad.' My muscles were trembling uncontrollably, from my tight abs, down my quivering thighs.
Every thrust was hitting all the right notes, playing my body like an instrument of pure pleasure. I could feel an orgasm building in my core.
I closed my eyes and for a moment I wanted so badly to bite down on Remy. He was balls deep, in my throat, holding my head in place. He was close, he was going to mark his territory by forcing me to choke on his demonic seed.
While my upper body was in pain, struggling for air, I was experiencing the best orgasm of my life.
Nate moved his hand from my stomach, nearly causing me to fall. And then he touched my clit. His fingers vibrated with warmth, rubbing my throbbing rosebud with just the right amount of pressure.
Remy came in my mouth, as expected, causing me to cough and gag. I wanted revenge, but my efforts were too little too late. I sank down my teeth as hard as I could. I didn't even know if I was biting anything, as all I could taste was soft, delicate sweetness. This was followed by my throat finally becoming free of my master's wretched cock.
I leaned back, falling into Nate's arms. He was still inside me, with his hand still rubbing between my legs. I leaned my head back, fully intending to turn and gaze upon my savior. Before I could, two massive red wings wrapped around me like a blanket. I was his, and Remy was no more (wishful thinking, I know.)
"Nate?" I wanted a kiss, or at least look in his direction, but the situation felt off. It was like one of those fairy tales when looking back would end badly.
I placed my hand upon his, getting my first look at his skin. The back of his hand was covered in metallic armor the color of fire. It was actually kind of pretty.
Mesmerized, I laced my fingers, stabilizing my grip. The palm of his hands were bare muscle. No wonder he felt cold. I lifted his hand to my mouth kissing his fingertips. The creature moaned.
