The next time you are lying in bed and are awaken in the middle of the night by a cold breath on your cheek, a soft, wandering hand, or the pressure of an unseen male body pressing you down into the bed . . . don't be afraid.
Note: Story contains references to control, domination, older man and younger woman, supernatural, demonic sex, submission, forced sex
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Dan and I had been living uneventfully in the house for perhaps a year after the last night time visitation occurred. Things had been going so well that I had begun to let my guard down and failed to notice some unexplained things happening around the house. I also failed to notice the subtle changes in our personalities and relationship, particularly as it affected our sex life. We didn't speak about what happened that night but almost consciously decided to focus on our lives together and our plans for the future.
We'd always had a good sex life; Dan was a thoughtful and considerate lover, unlike this maniac he had slowly started to become. Sometimes, we would lay in bed cuddling, talking, enjoying foreplay when Dan would "change," becoming so rough that the following day I would have bruises on my thighs, hips, breasts, and stomach, to say nothing of being sore and tender between my legs. I don't think I noticed this particular change at first, but it became all too clear when he would suddenly become distant and aloof and then, in the next instant, demand sex, verbally and by his actions.
As much as I loved Dan, I enjoyed being with him less and less and actually found myself sometimes pretending to be asleep when he came to bed . . . as if that would stop him from taking what he wanted. For the longest time, I had almost convinced myself that these changes were simply Dan acting out sexually, but it was more than that. This entity wasn't Dan . . . not my Dan, it was "the man," the demon.
It seemed the demon increasingly would take possession of Dan's body when it desired sex with me. It was not unusual for me to be awakened at two or three in the morning by the sensation of being sexually penetrated. As we lay sleeping, Dan would awaken and become aroused, his cock thick and swollen, his balls hard and throbbing. He would not talk; if he did, it was usually filled with abusive curses and taunts. There was no patience or thoughtfulness, just a controlling animal force and intensity. His body would stiffen slightly, and his cock would get bigger inside me. His eyes would become dark and empty as he began thrusting deeper and harder until he exploded, spewing so much cum that it drenched the walls of my pussy and began to leak out. As soon as the act was completed, the entity would leave him, and Dan would roll off me and immediately fall into a deep sleep, oblivious to everything that had happened or what he had done to me.
The following day, Dan would have no memory of what he did during the night or why I was upset and very often sore and bruised.
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My Aunt Peggy called this afternoon. So caught up in my own issues, I hadn't really talked with her in a while and was looking forward to seeing her. We hugged each other warmly before entering the restaurant and taking our seats.
"You look tired, Hannah, Peggy said. How have things been going?"
"Oh wow, do I look that bad? Everything is fine. I'm just a little tired . . . not getting much sleep lately." I replied.
"Hannah . . . I know you probably think it's none of my business, but I have to ask if you can still sense the demon's presence in the house?"
Her question and concern surprised me, and I momentarily just sat and stared.
"Be honest with me, Hannah . . . is it still abusing you?"
After a long pause, I looked at her, took a deep breath, exhaled, and said, "Yes . . . oh my god Peggy . . . each night I lay awake, afraid of falling asleep but knowing that eventually, I will and that he will come. Usually, in the early morning hours, I could feel myself being pulled awake by the hot feeling of him inside me. You know Peggy, despite the sometimes overwhelming sense that what was happening was wrong, unnatural, it's as if this spectral man had some hold or control over me, and it scares me more than I can say."
Peggy reached across the table and took my hand reassuringly, silently encouraging me to continue.
"I don't understand why this is happening to me, Peggy, I said as tears began to brim in my eyes. When I'm lying under him, it whispers into my ear, calling me awful names . . . whore . . . slut . . . cunt. Unable to drown out his words, I listen as he describes what and how he will use me, saying horrible things that frighten me and leave me shivering in fear. Despite this, I have no will other than wanting him inside me. He is a rough, selfish lover whose only objective is to satisfy his sexual desires."
Our conversation paused when the server brought our lunch.
"And, Dan . . . what does he have to say about what's been happening?" Peggy asked. How are things with Dan?"
"He hasn't said much. He's doing alright, I guess . . . no, that's not exactly true. Dan has been acting strange, different. But the terrifying thing is, I think the demon is possessing him. I don't think he knows when and how the entity uses him. Initially, the demon would come in his spectral form, but more and more often, he possesses Dan's human form.
I'm unsure how to describe it, but he's not the Dan I had known and fallen in love with."
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My Aunt Peggy had delved into, researched, and explored the supernatural for as long as I can remember, and now amid everything that was happening to me . . . and to Dan, I turned to her for reassurance, advice, and guidance.
