So, so far so good, right? Well I like it. I am open to some suggestions on the rather "uncomfortable" predicaments our heroine will fall into. I hope you enjoy.
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Oran sat on the roof of the bookstore and watched the people walk by. Without the book, he remained invisible...more like a ghost really. Unable to touch anything. How bloody boring. He however could in fact mess with the herding humans.
He found his target. An obnoxious business man was walking down the street, paying no attention to his surroundings as he spoke loudly on the phone. Oran waited for the right moment before grinning. His eyes glowed that same warm ember and the man tripped over nothing, landing face first into the large breasts of a store clerk. She screamed and started whacking him with the broom she had been using. Oran laughed hysterically, falling over on his side.
"It is not funny you evil thing." Came an annoyingly righteous voice from behind him. Oran didn't bother to turn. Behind him, standing at 6feet, with pale ivory skin, glittery blonde locks and ice blue eyes stood the most annoying bastard Oran had ever known.
"So nice of you to join me Angel. I was beginning to wonder about you." Oran muttered through his cigarette.
"You are corrupting their souls!"
"Says the man who rapes women."
"I do no such thing. I grant them their greatest desires. All night, the boy had been fantasizing about that whore's ass. Who am I to stop him." He shrugged.
"She ain't no whore you bastard. She's a woman. Treat her with respect." Oran cursed inwardly. He wished his master would just take him back already.
"She's a demon in a pretty shell. Nothing more."
"She's a Fay, not a demon. You angels think anything not human is a demon. What would make that of you?"
"I am a being of God's will. I need not answer to filth such as you."
"Yeah, yeah. I hope you enjoy the view. I'll make sure you never get out." With that, he flicked his cigarette butt at him and vanished.
The angel grinned cruelly. We shall see about that. He thought. After all, He just needed a few more visits to the whore before he was free.
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Several days had passed since she made a blood oath to Oran. She learned that Billie had no recollection of what he had done that night. She didn't want to tell him. She worked all through the day and into the night, briefly wondering what Oran was up too. On more then one occasion she found herself daydreaming about how his tongue licked her dry. No one had ever made her that horny before in her life. She shook away the thoughts and began to close up. She needed a drink.
As she walked home, she decided to stop at Ray's bar. This time of night, it was just Ray working. She opened the door and was greeted by the man's warm smile.
"Hey there beautiful. The usual?" He asked her. Ray was well into his mid 40's but he wasn't to out of shape. Sure he had a slight bulge of a belly but that was nothing compared to some of the younger patrons of his place. He wasn't tall, but he was a man with large muscles, suggesting that he was one hell of a fighter in his youth.
"Absolutely." She took her usual spot at the bar and sighed. "How's business Ray?" she watched him make her favorite drink with mild interest.
"About the same as always this time of night." Ray handed her the drink and watched longingly as those mouthwatering lips took a swing of alcohol. God how he wanted that mouth.
"Isn't that the truth. Damn it Ray, if business doesn't pick up I might be in trouble." she muttered. The alcohol slid down her throat like heaven's ambrosia. She did not notice Ray's eyes glow.
"That's a shame to hear Keelie...real shame." He poured her another drink and watched her down it. He continued with their talk, pouring stronger alcohol into her drink each time, until her speech began to slur.
"Hey....Ray
hic
what are you doing?
Hic.
She barely managed to say a sentence. Her speech was so slurred even she couldn't tell what she was saying. Ray took her to a pool table and lay her on top of the green felt. Making it so her head hung over the side and her arms and legs were bound to the posts.
"I've wanted to do this since you first came in here 3 years ago." He pushed her skirt high up to her waist and tore her panties free. Even drunk she let out a scream of protest. He ignored her, taking two cue balls from the pockets, he pushed them up her ass. She screamed.
"I know how wet your ass makes you, slut." He took an empty bear bottle and shoved it up her pussy. Taking his time, he fucked her with it. She screamed out, begging for him to stop. He forced her to orgasm twice before leaving it deep inside of her. The bottle, already jiggling with her juices.
He walked over to her face and freed his aching member. She moaned and begged him to let her go. He grinned and rammed his cock into that sexy mouth of hers. She gagged every time he hit the back of her throat.
"Oh yes! Take it all down. That's it." Ray muttered as he rammed her mouth. His balls slapped her face each time, making him grow harder and larger in her throat. "You like cock don't you bitch? Your getting wet aren't you? I bet you've been wanting cock all day long." He picked up his pace. Her lips grew larger as he bruised them but he didn't stop. Just like when Billie had fucked her, Ray didn't slow down for hours. "Oh god, yes. That's it bitch. I bet your soaking now ain't you?" Ray cursed as his own orgasm finally began to take him. He pounded into her like a mad man until at last he came. With each wild thrust, he forced her to swallow his cum. He made sure she drank every last drop before the blood drained from his head and he passed out. Unlike the much younger Billie, Ray did not have the stamina to maintain that fuck fest.