Don't Anyone Tell Sybille

Before long, Lena stormed back into my shop, pumping her lithe arms savagely. She glared at me while snatching repeatedly at her purse straps. I thought she would spit on me, by the way she had her lips drawn back across her clenched teeth. Her eyes were reddened and brimmed with tears. I stared impassively as she searched for words. "Pervert! You're nothing but con artist trash!" she snarled. Her expression grow bolder. She began smirking at me in an all too knowing way, coaxing her words to cut ever deeper.

I reeled, awash in humiliation. A claustrophobic coil of tension gripped me, robbing me of my pulse, stealing my life's own breath. She had cornered a wild animal and didn't know it. I delivered my next line with calm deliberation. "So tell me Lena Jones, or whatever your name is, what's it like being a woman with a nice hard cock of her very own?"

I cringed at the bolt of regret passing through me. Lena's eyes widened, her long lashes fluttered, her mouth gaped in disbelief. I almost laughed at her hand covering the crotch of her jeans. Lena backed away in haste, shaking her head in disbelief. She jerkily covered her breasts with her forearm, all but spilling so much fleshy cargo from her low cut blouse.

Her formerly beautiful face contorted with enraged humiliation. "No! No fucking way! This is not happening! No fucking way could you know!" She sputtered, "You freak. You dirty bitch! You monst... Oh shit!" Her retreating heels caught floor boards, tripping her in mid shriek. She toppled in a reverse somersault, cracking her skull on the floor.

I had no inclination to laugh anymore. Lena lay motionless as crimson rivulets trailed from her nostrils. "Oh no! Lena!" I locked the door and closed the curtains on my way to her crumpled body. The words of our heated exchange had become irrelevant. She was someone needing love, not reflections of her own hatred.

I fought a lump in my throat as I cradled her in my arms. I rocked her like a baby, kissed her forehead, praying she'd be okay. The room was spinning as I slipped my arm under her. I brushed locks of her hair away from her face, trailing profane passages of the ugliest graffiti with her blood. Lena was alive, thankfully, as evidenced by the rise and fall of her tender breasts. They looked more precious and beautiful than any I had ever seen.

She was hurt and fragile and holding her was myself, a total fraud of a human being. Compounding my shame, was my undeniable attraction to her frail form. My lord, she was adorable. I cried for the first time in many years. I sat there holding her, sobbing selfishly in denial of long forgotten embraces. I wish I could say I hadn't carried on like that, but I can't.

She awoke, I sighed in relief.

She stared with renewed boldness, into my eyes. She whispered, "Let me go. I have to go." She pushed me away with disdain. She explained to me that she needed to clean herself up before leaving as she did not relish an embarrassing medical exam. I readily agreed as I didn't need the bad press around town. I helped her upstairs to the washroom. She shot me an icy stare as she closed the door between us. Just before I started down the stairs, I heard her ask in a wavering voice, "Hey, um, did you check out my 'junk' while I was out?" I assured her I had not.

The aged plumbing creaked and quaked above me. I secured the room's privacy before snatching a handful of paper towels. I sat, baring my legs in the safe confines of my shop, swabbing the slick sperm from myself, wondering what to do next. As I went to stand, an unseen hand shoved me, sending me back to my seat. The hand passed though the silk, sheer weave of my panties to grasp my penis. I gasped in response, leaned back in my chair, frozen and speechless.

A contemptuous voice gusted across the side of my face, stating simply, "You failed." I gripped the sides of my chair as the invisible being continued with aggression. She twisted my cock with ever tightening, agonizing pressure. A wave of hurt and confusion weighed heavily in the room. The attack ended with Lena's descending footfalls. I composed myself.

She stood, drying her hair, saying in jest, "Well Sybille, I sure hope you have trip and fall insurance, 'cause if you don't you're going to be working for me." I smiled sheepishly. Adopting a more serious tone, she added, "I was wrong and I'm sorry for what I called you. You do scare me though." I nodded in understanding.

Happily confused by her change in demeanor, it was my turn to deliver a half hearted joke. "Lena, don't forget your purse. The spirits command you." She spun on her heels, flashing a broad smile. It was rare joy to see her pat her head while pouting comically. Still smiling, she left my shop.

"See you later?" I called after her.

"Not if I see you first."

I managed to perform three more readings after she left. I could see the reflected face of the entity lurking over my shoulder. At the end of each reading, the spirit would turn her attention to tormenting what lay between my legs.

When finished telling an old widow where her late husband hid the car keys, I was rewarded with the spirit giving a few firm strokes to my hardening penis. A warning of a cheating woman's affair being discovered earned me a rough kiss on my glans. It was brief and artlessly applied. The consequence of a prostate tumor warning to a local school teacher was a full length engulfment of my solid inches into the chilling depths of the spirit's mouth. She would bring me close to climaxing then stop, leaving me shaking with confused outrage and lust.

I closed shop for the day, after detaining my last client in trivial conversation for the longest while. I was never so hopeless and fatigued as I readied myself for bed. I slept with abused genitals secured between my thighs in a meek attempt to fend off my tormenter. I awoke upon hearing her sinister, breathy laughter. Wafts of sulfurous perfume accompanied a faint flicker of light at my bedside. I rolled onto by back to await the inevitable. With limbs akimbo, I waited.

Her distinct weight compressed my mattress, followed by her oppressive and forceful mounting of my chest. She slid down to my groin to grind against my sex. Chilled tears of dread flowed. I swallowed hard, speaking plain words to the dark, "What do you want with me?" A stifled scream welled within me.

All traces of light vanished. I transitioned from depths of despair into the vacuum of a secret realm where only she and I existed. She materialized.

All sense and reason fell away as her terrible beauty filled my vision. Her pointed response: "I want nothing of you, I need. That is all."

Her voice was firm and clear. Her lips had moved in slow motion, out of synch with her words. I was, at once, awestruck and horrified. She loomed before me, seething and breathing deeply, as if becoming accustomed to the novelty of being. She regarded me with lustful scorn. Her raven black hair fluttered, upswept by winds unknown. Her crimson skin glowed from within, emanating heat.

She wore a jet black, thorny corset, matching her thigh boots. Leathery, claw tipped wings expanded and menaced. Huge naked breasts heaved in time with her breaths. Her face was that of previous visions, but topped with twisted, glimmering horns. She possessed high cheekbones, along with all the features of female perfection. I was so entranced by her eyes, too black, too deep to describe.

My eyes lingered on her thighs, at their smooth curves concealing the rippling strength of her intertwining sensuous muscles. Between her legs dwelled the slick seat of her womanhood, nakedly engorged in a vulgar display of sexual prowess.

She smirked at my fascination. Her clitoris emerged from below black thickets of pubic hair. Her clit swelled and trembled like a scorpion's tail drying in the morning light. It strained with need, displacing her dripping pussy lips.

She furthered her arousal by raking the fine scales of her tail hotly between her legs. Its obscene spade tip throbbed in response. She leered at me beneath lowered brows as she hooked her thumb around her stiff clitty. Her taut abdomen tensed in time with her ragged gasps as she guided her tail's end into the depths of her squelching tunnel.

She smiled lecherously, parted her lips and displayed gleaming white teeth in a grotesque vision of hellish lust. Her head arched rearward, eyes shut in bliss while her unearthly sighs shattered my senses. I wanted nothing more than to escape. I closed my eyes, lost in throws of regret. How I wished to be back home on the farm, far from this world I'd faltered into.

In time, I dared another glance. She thrust her pelvis towards me, while she continued to violate herself. I clung to the bed as it absorbed the terrible force of her lascivious motions. My erection reared up, all turgid and veiny, defying my will. I wanted none of this, but had no will to resist.

She stopped ramming herself in mid stroke to reach out with upturned palms and raised eyebrows. Her lengthy, twisted nails repulsed me. She mixed a pout with a grin, making sure I watched her extrude her tail's bulb from her oozing sex sheath. She lifted the slimy tip of her tail to her lips, while looking me square in the eye. She fluttered her lashes, holding my gaze as she flicked her long tongue at her glistening organ. I tensed my ass, terrified that she planned on impaling me. My cock wilted.

"Do I not please you? Do you not love me?" she growled, dragging her gnarled fingernails along my failing manhood. Sparks of her sexual power resurrected my staff. My mouth moved on its own, sounding a message heard only by her. Oh god, what words had I spoken?

"Perfect answer, slave! We shall now be one." I clutched the bed covers, attempting to escape, to avoid contact. She rose up, turned her back to me and paced backwards, straddling my trembling body. More slow, deliberate steps followed until her spiked heels were at my armpits.

My eyes froze on the expanse of her hot red buttocks above me, at her clasping hand covering her dripping gash, at her threatening tail rearing with lust. She gurgled with slutty arousal while shifting her weight from side to side, performing a playful, sadistic dance, celebrating her mastery over me. She moaned while squatting to brandish her vile sex mound above my face. The parting of her sex lips brimmed with rows of long retracting claws, intensifying my horror.

I tensed as she raked her prodding clitoris across my lips. She squealed with delight at my pitiful resistance, then dropped her haunches forcefully, sealing her pussy around my nose and mouth. I gasped in response, opening to receive her sex. I believed my only hope was to please her.

She roared with pleasure as I tongued her pussy, urging my lips towards her engorged clitty. I wrapped my tongue around her rock hard sex fang and sucked dutifully, drawing forth howls of satisfaction.

Then came a mercy. I left my body. Floating above the unholy union below, detached, I recited a poem I'd written for my ex girlfriend. "With my tongue, I played her. How lively was my bow amid the tautness of her sex, honored to be praised in songful joy." On trying to remember more, I was pulled back into my body.

She paused in her humping of my face to lean back, crushing my nose into her ass. Her hard, red buttocks surrounded my face. "Swallow!" she ordered. I knew I must allow her secretions to run into my throat. At the start of my first gulp, she gushed more of her sexual essence into me. It started as a torrent of horrible stench, then changed to an intoxicating sweetness. She lurched forward to grasp my cock, lapping at the pre-come in the cleft of my glans. She pumped my shaft with impatience, craving more nectar. She purred in approval at my sex offering.

"I need. I need energy. I need your all," she panted. She stood and prepared to receive. She stared into my eyes as a flicker of doubt flashed between us. My senses reeled. I watched in disbelief as she settled down around my hardness.

I did not expect my cock to become numb upon entering her, but it did. I could only liken my penetration of her to plunging my cock into freezing jelly. She looked at me with sorrow. Lifting herself from me reluctantly, she sobbed, "Willingly. It cannot be other." Again, my mouth spoke words unheard by me, asking of her, informing her, negotiating with her.

"No! All is mine, not for you!" she uttered. I shrugged, enraging her. She glared at me, defeated but proceeded to spread her gash above my throbbing staff. I entered her fully. I was confused by the new, clutching heat within her. She kneaded her breasts as her pussy milked me. I felt a deep urgency grow, sending darting impulses to the tip of my cock. My balls ached with the rapid gathering of pressure. She sang out in joyful sighs as she slammed her voluptuous haunches against mine with increasing speed, urging my explosive release.

I willingly, recklessly, filled her needful passage with my hot seed. On sensing the first spurt, she locked eyes on me, squatting down one last time. Her pubic hair rasped against my skin. Her jagged sex lips ensnared my cock at its base, succeeding to engulf, to chamber my spent testicles. She rolled them together dexterously within her leathery slit. She had made me her toy, her living sex doll.

She followed through with a steadily upward, wrenching pull into her depths. She spread her wings, leered in triumph and exhaled. She sunk her nails into the quivering flesh of the small of my back. Locking me to her loins, she raised to her knees. I shook with defeated humiliation as I felt her wedging the tip of her tail into my tight, twitching anus. She twisted her throbbing spade into me, splaying my sphincter and invading me. She drummed her organ against my prostate, urging me to second, nerve wracking climax.

Held captive in the vice of her sex, I resigned myself to her slow, deliberate gathering of my sperm. My quivering buttocks hovered a foot above the bed, the altar of my defilement, as she plunged her tail into my wretched hole. I hung from between her legs, used and destroyed, as her grasping cunt ingested the last traces of my semen.

Silence roared between us as she eased her member out of me. She lowered us to the bed and sighed. With my rod still inside her, she swiveled in a half rotation. She reclined, allowing her leathery wings to fold against my chest. The merging began. Is that what I had asked for? I underwent a gradual, electrifying torture, resulting in the fusing of our persons. Our flesh, our blood, combined to sizzle and churn in defiance.

Unsteady as a newborn calf, I rose to my feet, possessed with new power and vision. I surveyed shimmering images of an unearthly landscape. Mountains towered, lava streamed, pooling in the sweeping expanse. Scarcely able to believe, barely clinging to sanity, I heard her command. "Go forth." I was elated beyond description to have survived. All surroundings faded to nothing. I fell to my bed and slept.

When I awoke, I wondered why. Why was I so alert? I felt more powerful, more energetic than ever. I sat upright and heard the familiar voice of my tormentor, "Wait for her." I paused, the memories of the impossible night before flooded back. I felt a heaviness weighing on my chest while trying to sit upright. Shocked, I discovered my two enormous breasts.

My hands fluttered across them, kneading them as I explored the hot weightiness of them. My heart pounded as I slipped my hands down to my cock. Found intact, I nodded in deference at the familiar heft of it, half hoping to find a vagina. I lifted my new, well rounded hips to check for a tail. No tail was there. Relieved, I slid off the bed and staggered off to seek my reflection.

I loved what I had become. It was all mine, my smooth face, my hairless skin like translucent ivory. It was all me, my raven black tresses, my voluptuous torso, my long sculpted legs, my sexy she cock. All mine. I could still recognize my face, but oh my, how full and feminine my lips were now. My eyes danced and shone with new life. I turned to admire the fullness of my pear shaped buttocks. I was now complete. I bent over and flexed my firm ass cheeks, enjoying my reflection immensely. I, filled with glee, climbed into bed and laughed until grateful tears streamed down my face.

I swirled slick pre-come around my solid erection, shivering in ecstasy. I pushed my nipples upward to suck them passionately. Letting my breasts fall, I marveled at how they bounced and swayed. Perfect! I crossed my legs at mid thigh, reveling at the womanly warmth of my new body. I caressed myself with awe and wonder, still wondering if it was all a dream.

Oh, this was too good to be true. I ran to stand in front of the mirror again, planning on orgasmic celebration, planning to send a whale spout of cream all over myself. I was stopped by a disembodied command. "No, wait for her. Shed light." I gave my titties a last kiss and prepared for the business of the day.

The clock struck nine. "Unlock the door, turn the open sign, take your seat," I recited, testing my new and sultry voice. The day was to be filled with more tawdry visions for paying customers. My visions were far clearer now, so much so, I barely needed the scrying bowl. People came, people went, none mentioned the change in me. I stayed open late that night, waiting for Lena. I remembered my instructions: "Wait for her. Shed light."

"Hi, got time for one last customer?" asked Lena, checking the clock. I nodded sagely as she advanced. No jeans today, instead she wore a black leather mini skirt, matching pantyhose and high heels. Her breasts looked as gorgeous as ever, their ample volume supported by a brassiere this time. I turned my attention to her long, sexy legs. Her black hosiery enhanced sensuous curves to full potential. My cock stirred, swelled, then breached the confines of my panties. My heart raced, pounding in fluttering rhythms. I flushed hotly, enjoying the lewd swelling of my nipples. She seated herself opposite me, glancing up curiously.

"You look different today. Hmm, strange... " she trailed off, musing.

I leaned forward, chafing my bare cock head against my stocking tops. I parted my legs slightly and suppressed shivers of longing. I couldn't help but smile at my own secretive arousal. I arched my brows innocently to ask, "How so?"

"I don't know. Happier maybe?" she suggested. She cast a furtive glance at my heated breast tops, exposed in a glorious display of cleavage. She fixed her gaze ever so briefly on the outline of my erect nipples, then looked away. Lena slouched, blushing despondently as she sat. As if as a punishment, my right garter hook let go, snapping harshly against my flesh. I flinched and leapt up, stubbing my skirted erection into the underside of the table. Ouch.

Wincing, I sat down. Needing to reassert myself, I replied, "Well, business has improved."

"That's not all, by the looks of things," she shot back sarcastically, flashing a look at my big, scandalous breasts. She leaned forward with raised eyebrows, seeking an explanation.

"What? These? They're real. I usually keep them... "

"Oh, whatever," interrupted Lena. "Let's talk about me now, not your big fuckin' tits. I... Oh, sorry." She looked sullen and distracted as she fidgeted with her leggings.

"I'll just forget you said that. What's on your mind today?" I beamed, fully enjoying my own voice. The words 'big fuckin tits' echoed in my mind, tempting me to show her more. My cock felt like it would never calm down.

"Okay, I did what you said, I got myself off this morning," teased Lena. My eyes widened. "Wanna hear about it?" she added.

"If you insist," I replied, with false indifference. My blood was racing.