Deleted Member Posted October 8, 2021 Posted October 8, 2021 (edited) Cora loved her reputation for being a bitch. At every opportunity, she would find a way to either upset or annoy the people around her. And fuck them if they didn’t like it! She was currently out of work, a result of calling her last Boss an “Illiterate Wanker” when he had pointed out a mistake she made during a stock check. Fuck him, she didn’t like that place anyway as it was full of losers! She had just collected her Unemployment Check, and was on her way to the local store to get it cashed and stock up on supplies. She had no food, and, even worse, no booze. She took a little pleasure from craftily kicking out at a harmless old dog, being walked by an equally harmless lady. The dogs yelp made the woman stop and wonder what had happened. Cora chuckled to herself all the way up the street to Harry’s Convenience Mart. Old Harry was the only person she was reasonably civil to, and only because he cashed her checks. She was annoyed to find it was Harry’s wife, Ethel, behind the register, as she knew the stuck-up cow didn’t like her. She always looked at Cora as though she had crawled from under a rock, the fucking old cunt, so it was going to take an effort to be nice long enough to get the ***. Cora used her boot to open the door as usual, pleased when Ethel looked up startled from her magazine. Her expression changed quickly to one of a prune that had just smelled a fart. “How many times do I have to ask you, young lady, can you please just open the door using the handle like normal people?” Cora gave her a condescending smile and simply nodded before placing the check on the counter. Ethel looked down at it before tutting. “Still no work out there? I would have thought that a girl like you would have found at least something she could do?” Cora fucking hated this routine. She had to go through it with this old bag every time, just to get her ***. She looked up at Ethel and shrugged. “Times is tough out there. You need a fucking Degree in Aeronautical Engineering just to work in a burger bar!” Cora was pleased when she saw the old bag wince at her expletive, and knew what was coming next. Ethel picked up the check and opened the register. “That may be, young lady, but having a tongue like that in your head won’t improve your chances one bit!” Cora waited while she counted out the $110 that would see her through the next two weeks. Her mind was already running through what it would be spent on. She needed smokes, booze, and a few pizzas’to last her through the next four*** days, but she wouldn’t pay the prices at this dump! She grunted in way of thanks, before taking the *** from Ethel and leaving as fast as she could. She made a point of slamming the door behind her. She always did her shopping in a different district, mainly because it was full of recent immigrants, and the prices in the few stores down there were a lot lower that at Harry’s. She hopped a bus, sneering at the driver when he looked twice at the *** she put in the machine. The fucking idiot didn’t notice she was fifty cents light, so she quickly found a seat and stared out of the window for the fif***-minute journey down-town. Alighting from the bus, Cora turned and crossed the street to a run-down store that had the grand name of“Ishmael’s Emporium”. She didn’t know where the fuck Ishmael was from, but all she was concerned about was he sold just about everything under the sun at cheap prices. It was her kinda store! It was Ishmael himself behind the counter, but he barely noticed her, as he was in a deep discussion with a rather exotic-looking woman who was wearing what Cora figured was African tribal dress. She quickly passed into the bowels of the old building. If Ishmael was distracted, she may be able to slip a few choice items into her jacket unnoticed. She managed to wedge a carton of smokes under the back of her jacket, and three tins of salmon, a favourite of hers that she rarely could afford, into an inside pocket before going back around to the counter with her legitimate purchases. Ishmael gave her a suspicious look, but, as he had been too busy, he couldn’t be sure she had stolen anything. Coral gave him her best innocent smile, and paid him for what she had placed on the counter. As she left the store, she spotted the African woman standing on the opposite corner looking a little confused. She didn’t know why she did it, but Cora decided to follow this strange looking woman as she set off up the block. It was in roughly the direction of Cora’s apartment, so it wouldn’t hurt, right? Cora noticed the woman was carrying several parcels, and seemed to be struggling to maintain her grip on them all. She s***ded up to get a little closer, just in case anything interesting happened. As she had hoped, a small parcel seemed to detach itself from the rest and fall on the sidewalk. The woman didn’t notice, so Cora shot forward and it disappeared into the inside of her jacket in the blink of an eye. Without stopping to see what her prize was, Cora crossed the street and hurried up an alley that would take her back home. Another ten minutes walk saw her safely behind the locked door of her rooms, so, after putting her shopping and stolen items carefully in the cupboards, she turned her attention to the parcel. She quickly tore off the brown paper covering, and was a little disappointed to find It was a book. On closer inspection, Cora figured it was quite an old book, and therefore might have a value. She looked at the title on the spine.“Demonology And Summoning”was embossed in faded gold lettering, and Coral snorted quietly to herself. Who the fuck wrote this kind of shit? The name of the actual Author was illegible on the cover, so she flicked the heavy cover open to see what the first page said. Her eyes narrowed in delight when she saw the publishing date revealed it was from 1832. So it was old, and could be worth some cash! The inner cover revealed that Sigmund Enconda was the author. Cora thought he must have a screw loose to write about this stuff, and too much fucking time on his hands! She casually flicked through the chapters until she came to one called“To Summon The Hungry Horde”, and, as it seemed an amusing subject, she grabbed her smokes and went and sat in her favourite old chair to read a little. It told her that the“Horde”were Demons of the Second Order, and had an insatiable desire for human females! Cora raised an eyebrow at this. Obviously, old Sigmund had a few fantasies in that deranged mind of his! She turned the page, and there was ornate script laid out in the form of a poem. It was the warning at the top of the page that made her laugh out loud. It read: “Do not summon yonder Horde unless one has sacrifices to give. They will want their desires to be fulfilled before they will do your bidding, so prepare well or pay the consequences!” Cora rolled her eyes and lit another cigarette. Did people really believe in this crap? Fucking demons? She read through the poem, none of it really making sense to her, with a few words she wasn’t even sure of their meaning. It was as she got to the part below it that she saw some more script similar to the warning at the top. This time it said: “Say the words three times standing and three time prostrate. Make the sign of the Pentacle, and lay across its centre for the final reading. The Horde will come!” She muttered to herself“Yeah, right!”as she closed the book, and decided that tonight she would have salmon as a treat. After dinner, and feeling very satisfied with her stolen choice, Cora switched on her old TV and settled down with her smokes and a bottle of cheap whiskey. She managed ten minutes of a Game show before she started channel hopping, looking for something interesting. She was just about to get annoyed at the lack of choice, fucking useless program makers, when she found a channel showing an old British horror film. The gaunt face of Peter Cushing filled the screen, as he informed the people in the room that the Devil was after them. She loved the clipped British accents of the Actors, and the cheesy style of sets that tried to depict they were in some kind of large country house. She was smiling at their awfulness when something made her sit forward and pay attention. Old Peter had just described how they could protect themselves by making a Pentacle on the floor using salt. So THAT is what a Pentacle was! She watched them create it on the floor of the room, and thought to herself it was just a fancy fucking name for a star. She watched the rest of the movie just for the joy of the crappy special effects. She laughed out loud several times as the so-called Devil appeared on a fucking horse! When the movie finished she was still smiling to herself, and decided that whoever made those films deserved to be fucking shot! She stood and stretched, crossing to her bed as she stripped off her clothes and threw them in a heap in the corner. Now just wearing a tee shirt and panties, she was climbing under the covers when she saw the book. What did it say about a Pentacle? She quickly retrieved it and flicked to the page again, reading the instructions as she crossed into the small kitchenette part of her room. She didn’t have salt, but figured that laundry powder would do the job just as well? She carried the box of soap and the book to stand in the middle of her room, the bare floor perfect for her to trace out the star. She remembered that it looked like a set of interconnecting triangles, so, with a little care, she created what she thought was a fucking good copy on the faded linoleum. She threw the now empty soap box towards the trash bin, and held the book up so she could read the poem in the dim light of the single bare bulb above her. She slowly read the poem three times, hoping that she had pronounced the words correctly, before lying on her belly and doing it again. By the end of the third reading she felt a little silly, and the fucking soap powder had got inside her tee shirt somehow! She cursed and stood up, brushing herself down with the book before throwing it into her chair. What the hell was she doing? As expected, nothing had happened, so she turned the light off and climbed into bed. At least tomorrow she would see if she could find out how much the book was worth. It could be a couple of hundred dollars! It must have been the smell that woke her. Before she opened her eyes, there was a sickly, cloying aroma invading her senses that had underlying scents of sulphur and something not quite alive. Cora cracked open first her right and then her left eye to look around her room. It seemed normal, so where the hell was that smell coming from? She lifted onto her elbows, and saw something that caused her to nearly lose control of her bladder. Around the outline of the Pentacle, five lumps were slowly rising out of her floor, and, as she watched, they grew to the height of a man. At first they were indistinct shapes, but, with each heart-stopping second that passed, they took on form. Arms and legs were clearly defined first of all, before faces could be made out. Cora whimpered quietly as each of the forms turned to look at her through dark red glowing eyes. The figures moved silently towards her, two to each side of the bed and one at the end, the glowing eyes of each of them not leaving her face. She noticed the one at the end of the bed was taller, heavier built than the others, and it came as no surprise when it was he that spoke first. His voice had something of darkness in it, and it rasped out filling the room with echoes. “We were summoned. Where is our gift?” Cora swallowed hard. This couldn’t be fucking happening! She must be still dreaming, and, any minute now, she will wake up with a start and find she had ***’d her panties! The voice came again, only this time she detected a definite edge to the tone. “We have been summoned. We require a gift from those who called us!” She looked at the figures standing around the bed silently, trying to figure out what the fuck she could do? She licked her lips, and addressed the one at the end of the bed. “I think there has been some kind of mistake. I had no idea that fucking book was serious, or things like you existed, so, why don’t you just fuck off out of my apartment, and I’ll try to get to sleep again!” She felt a lot braver letting her anger spill out. Fuck these things, who the fuck did they think they were? She jumped when the figure at the end spoke again, and this time she knew he was getting a little serious. “We have been summoned. You are a female, therefore you will be our gift. We will take what we need from you before we return.” Cora squeaked and tried to make a dash for it, but the figures around the bed moved much to fast for her and pinned her to the bed. It was so fast, that it was almost as though they had read her mind? Their hands felt like cold steel on her limbs as they pressed her back onto the mattress. Cora tried to wriggle free as she cursed them. “You fuckers! Let go of me!” The grip from the figures merely tightened, and Cora whimpered again when they moved her arms and legs into a spread-eagled position. She watched, horrified, as the larger figure started to crawl up the bed between her legs. It moved silently until it was over her, then raised a hand in front of her face. Cora watched in horror as a long curved nail grew from the end of one finger, its tip ending in a wicked point. With deliberate slowness, the figure moved its hand down to her tee shirt and hooked the nail easily through the thin material. It drew it down to split the cotton with barely a whisper, so that her breasts were exposed to the cool air. When the figure moved down to slice her panties off, Cora wriggled, her curses becoming a little more desperate. “You fucking bastard! Get off me, NOW! Don’t you fucking dare touch me, you fucking creep!” The figure looked at her with its deep red eyes, absolutely no emotion registering on it blank face. “We were summoned. We require a gift. You are a female, so we will take our gift from you.” The figure turned its head to look at its companions and gave a small nod. In unison, each one bent over the twitching Cora opening their mouths, and long tongues started to slip from between dark lips. They were all over a foot long, and curled like snakes before Cora’s terrified eyes. The tips of these tongues were only an inch from her skin, and she could feel the heat radiating from them as they slowly twisted and flexed. Before she had time to scream, the figures lowered their heads further and the tongues were on her. It was a sensation that took her breath away completely, as the thick tongues curled and licked over her skin. They wrapped around her breasts, squeezing and lifting, the tips flaying her distended nipples into an agonising ache as she writhed under the sudden burst of pleasure that rippled through her. The two figures lower down were licking her thighs and belly, and she thought she was going to explode with pleasure when one moved down to run its tongue over her toes. Her whole body was subject to the curling tongues, no part of her was untouched apart from the one place she was almost screaming for them to lick. With a sigh bordering on relief, she saw the larger one lower his head between her thighs. His tongue curled around her clit, an instant orgasm making Cora groan and push her hips up at him in search of more, and, when that came, she was lost in sheer ecstasy. The thick, writhing tongue passed through her dripping pussy lips and delved inside her. It went in deep, and the sensation of being licked inside made Cora wail in pleasure. She had never felt anything so intense as having her most intimate places touched that way, and the sounds of the figure lapping her juices kept her wriggling and cumming constantly. It was becoming almost unbearable, so much pleasure was ripping through her nerve endings it was like a wildfire unleashed. The tongue licked out of her pussy, and without hesitation pushed through the clenched opening of her ass. Cora grunted once before lifting from the bed and shaking like a *** puppet, her mind breaking from the orgasmic overload. She was sobbing, pleading, asking them to stop then begging them to do more, if only she could control her limbs she hoped she could survive the night. It was too much for her, and, through exhaustion, she was a limp twitching mass of endorphins that simply lay there as tongues filled every sensitive place she had. Even when they stopped and stood back she couldn’t stop cumming, the sight of each of them sprouting huge thick cocks barely registered in her ***d mind. It was only as she was flipped onto her belly and her hips lifted did the size of those cocks alarm her. They were as thick as her thighs! The cop stood there impatiently as the old woman fumbled with the keys to the cheap apartment. They had responded to a call saying that screaming was coming from one of the apartments in this building, and, after a few questions, the landlady had brought them to this door. While she worked through a large key ring of keys she was talking constantly. “I tell you, Officer, it was an awful sound! It was like someone was being ***d in the most horrible of ways! I don’t think I will ever forget the sounds the poor girl made, I just hope we are not too late to save her!” The Cop rolled his eyes and muttered. “We would have more chance of saving her if you had bothered to mark which keys were which!” With a look of triumph, the old woman turned a key and the door opened. The Cop and his partner eased her to one side before drawing their weapons and pushing the door open. They knew it was a single room with a bathroom off a small corridor, so they went in quickly with guns swinging to cover all possible hiding places. In less than thirty seconds they were happy the apartment was empty, although no sign of whoever had been screaming was a little worrying. Both Cops wrinkled their noses at the smell in the room, causing one of them to cross to the window to get some fresh air into the place. It was as though something *** had been living in here, and yet the place didn’t look that bad at all. There was no signs of a struggle, no *** trails, or anything to indicate a crime had taken place. It was very strange considering the reports of screams had been confirmed by several residents. One of the cops stooped and picked up a book that was lying open on the chair. He chuckled when he read its title, before turning it to look at the page it was open at. He skip-read down the instructions to summon the Horde, his head shaking slowly at the ridiculousness of it all, before he thumbed the page over to read what was next. At the top of the following page there was what appeared to be a warning. “Those who have summoned must remember to keep a sacrifice for the Horde to take with them when they leave. They will use their gift until it is broken, at which time they will be ready to be summoned again.” The cop guffawed, and threw the book back down into the chair with a look at his partner. “Some people read some fucking rubbish!” Edited October 8, 2021 by Deleted Member
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