Part 1

incubate

The deep red neon glow flooded the dim courtyard with an uneasy light.

“What do you think this is?” I asked, narrowing my eyes as I stood transfixed. “What street is this anyways?”

Leave your dignity.

Spelled out in lit red glass, it’s deep hue was almost unnatural.

“It doesn’t have a street number,” my friend answered quickly, pushing her glasses up on her nose and rubbing her chest. She looked dismayed, in obvious discomfort as well.

My focus narrowed in though, pushing her out of view as I turned towards it. Reading the words in neon over and over, I wondered what they meant. What kind of place was this. In the business district no less. It seemed so random and out of place. Tucked away in this ramshackle, empty alleyway. Curiously, I moved slowly closer. With each step the hairs on my neck pricked, my body tingled. Something squeezing in my throat like a knot as a tension filled my body. It was unnerving, yet something about it felt good too. The warm glow and dull buzz drowned out everything else, even my heartbeat pounding in my ears. My senses were heightened yet numb to the world. A monotonous droning, a low rumble, too low to really hear. It’s pressure hurt my ears and moved down my body. A heavy, constricting warmth. A writhing, radiating it’s way deep.

I wasn’t really thinking. Like a moth I stepped closer, feeling more than seeing. Drawn, I stumbled towards the jet black door underneath the red glowing words. It hung ajar, with total darkness beyond it’s frame. My chest felt heavy, fighting for each breath, sucking in the air of the courtyard. Thick and hot, smoky even, or something else. The warmth spread between my legs, a pulsing to match my beating heart. I was flushed, exasperated, yet still drawn closer.

“I wonder what’s inside… Is it a bar.”

My voice was barely a whisper. My eyes wandered back and forth between the emptiness in the doorway and the glow of the sign. It’s droning, hypnotic buzz filling my ears.

“HEY!” grabbing my shoulder, jerking my eyes away from the black door and red glow. “What are you doing?”

Pulling me away, she nearly toppled me over. My eyes struggled to refocus on her face. Her voice was hoarse, raspy even. She was clutching her shirt, sweaty, keeping the fabric pulled high to her neck. Her hands were shaking.

“Didn’t you hear me yelling? We shouldn’t go in there. We need to leave; now.”

Her eyes looked blurry, hazy, full of tears as she gripped my hand and started dragged me away. My feet struggled to turn as I looked back at the sign.

Leave your dignity.

As she pulled me, we eventually found our way back out on a main street and around the corner.

“Why are you so worked up?” I asked her looking back towards the lane.

“I’m… I’m fine. You just don’t want to go in there. It’s a club. It’s a very dark kind of club. I’m sorry I even took us that way. You shouldn’t have seen that.”

She was out of breath, as if she had run a marathon. Her skin was clammy and flushed, body shaking.

“You’ve been in there?”

“No not inside. I mean, I don’t think so. I’ve never even seen the door like that. It’s just.. it’s not a good place. What’s in there isn’t important, I can’t talk about that.” —

She grabbed my shoulders, pulling my attention to her eyes.

“Please promise me you won’t go back there, you’ll stay away.”

Her seriousness shook me. My eyes finally focused on her. Only now hearing the tremors in her voice.

“You’re being really fucking weird and kind of freaking me out now,” but as her eyes widened, I relented, “Fine, I promise.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just important. Don’t go back there. I don’t even know why we even walked by it. How did we even end up on this side of town.”

She had a point. We were twenty blocks uptown, way out of our normal path home. I didn’t even remember walking this way.

By the time I got home, the sky was darkened and ruddy, and the street lights were coming on. Drawing a hot bath with a glass of wine. I sat in the quiet of my apartment, soaking and sipping, to unwind from the day. I tried to steer my thoughts away from the door, but it kept jumping back into focus. Those words, the buzzing of the sign I could almost still hear. I felt unsettled. Squeezing my thighs, I laid back in the sudsy water, trying to get comfortable. My face and nipples just barely breaking the surface as I slipped down. With my ears under the water, I could hear my heart thumping and the pulsing in my neck. The slow, rhythmic double beat adding a percussion over the deafening, dull buzzing in my ears. My fingers slid absentmindedly between my legs as I couldn’t help but imagine the vivid darkness just beyond the door. My fingers teased the folds between my legs. Gently at first but then more ardently, hungrily. My eyes closed and I tried to control my breathing as the warmth radiated through me again.

Sinking further into relaxation, I found myself naked, standing under the sign, dreaming. The deep red hue soaked over my bare skin as warmth grew inside me from deep within. It felt familiar, inviting even. The tips of my fingers pushed open the door to peer at the abyss. What was beyond it. My body ached to know. The deep red blinding me, etching into my mind.

Leave your dignity.

The words flashed in my eyes. My fingers moved in circles, nudging the sensitive nub between my legs. I could barely feel it, though my body reacted. My legs were shaking and my chest tingled as I let out a soft moan that echoed against the tiled walls. Faster and faster my fingers swirled. A feeling I didn’t recognize crept through my body. What was it. Moving closer to the door, my body was at the threshold. My naked body standing still in the night air. Peering into the unknown, something inside me urged me on, into the void. Nervously, I took a step through, into the darkness. Past the threshold my body disappeared, Inky black draping over my skin as a fullness crept between my legs. Something moved inside me.

Losing myself, I slipped completely under the water. The hypnotic roar of the sign still in my ears. As the water rushed over my eyes and mouth, my body tightened and I surged over the edge. My fingers froze, but I felt the fullness growing. Something twisting and turning between my legs. I squirmed, squeezing my thighs, as this feeling of warm grew, spreading out of me, pushing my legs open. Within a few seconds I couldn’t stop myself again, orgasming violently, thrashing in the water as my lungs ached to breath. I leapt up, my legs spread wide, sucking in air. My long brown hair draped over my face, covering my gasping chest. Something thick moved between my legs, coming from inside of me. My eyes rolled back in my head, and all I could see was glowing red filling the bathroom as I moaned and gyrated, arching my back as water poured over the edge.

“Oh fucking god,” I nearly screamed. The buzz was deafening, drowning out everything. My hand anxiously moved along my chest, back down, over my stomach and between my legs. Brushing against my clit, I froze as I felt something foreign brush against my fingers.

Looking down in a panic I thrashed. Reaching my fingers out again though, I grabbed widly, trying to find what was there. I found nothing though. Had I really felt anything? As I blinked hard, the color was gone, the sound was gone, the heat was gone. As if they were never there. Looking down at my bare legs in the water there was nothing.

Holy fuck what is wrong with me, of course there is nothing in the water.

Is my imagination really that intense? What was I even imagining? My breathing was ragged as I tried to get a grip on reality. My fingers slowly dragged over the wet mess between my legs, still feeling nothing except my own sensitive flesh.

Draining the tub, I carefully watched the water, looking for anything. When nothing appeared, I turned on the hot tap. I tried to shake the anxious feeling as I rinsed off.

Drying myself, I tried to divert my thoughts again, but still my fingers couldn’t help but to check between my legs over and over. What was that feeling? Something thick, coming out of me.. inside me. Standing in front of the mirror, I spread my legs slowly, anxiously still expecting something unknown. My fingers pushed inside.

My god I’m soaked..

The pressure of my finger made my legs shake. My body completely on edge, even my nipples ached. I tried to ignore it and finished drying off instead. Eventually I collapsed in bed only wrapped in a towel. My throat still felt tight, and I tried to take slow, steady breaths to relax. I tried to think about something else. Clicking on the TV, I drowned out the noise in my head, eventually falling asleep.

A dark figure moved behind me. Chains leading to the ceiling locked my outstretched arms above my head. Naked, and covered in what looked like dirt, mud, and other filth. Somehow my eyes floated above my own body, looking down helplessly at my own naked form. The dark figure moved in a strange way, sliding up behind, wrapping a hand around my bare skin, groping me.

“Your mind came to me. Now your body will follow. You belong to me.”

Its whisper sounded raspy and breathless, but still somehow echoed. The hand on my skin moved lower, and another slid between my spread legs. I could feel it rubbing against my wet lips, pressing against them, and my rosette.

My mouth was open but couldn’t manage a sound. Looking down at myself, I could see the familiar red glow filling the space, the familiar hum in my ears again.

“You are a moth. I am the flame.”

A soft slurping sound also echoed off the walls as the hands moved over my flesh. My eyes felt blurry. Was that a hand?

“I am the moth,” my body mouthed silently.

As I did fullness flooded between my legs again. From above, I could still feel everything. The pressure and warmth as the figure’s hand pushed inside. Was that his fist? The soft slurping and sucking sounded closer and louder as his other hand moved up my tits and neck. Looking down I blinked hard in disbelief. The figure pressed against me closer, engulfing me. The hands suddenly slithered in strange ways, gripping and sucking at my skin, pulling it painfully. Two became four, then eight, multiplying as his darkness swallowed me. Between my legs I could see them moving, I could feel them moving, sucking, squirming and forcing inside of me. Stretching me. Gaping me. At least four of them now. I could feel pressure and heat as I was engulfed, slowly moaning more and more as the dark tendrils stretched and squirmed inside me, pulling at my skin, violating me. Even the pain became pleasure. I was helpless, unable to move or scream, the feeling so intense, so unfamiliar. I moaned, but all I could hear was the dull buzzing and soft slurping as I watched my body began to shake. I could feel the pressure of everything inside of me gnashing and writhing. Covering my body in a hungry, tugging darkness. The intensity was too much. I opened my mouth to scream as I felt my body begin orgasm.

Jerking awake I was soaked in sweat, but laying in bed. My mind was racing. I was gasping for breath. What a vivid dream.

My fingers once again ran over my skin. I jumped up, heart pounding. Going to the mirror I looked at myself. What did I expect to find? Only my naked form, no marks, nothing. It was just a dream.

Fuck.

I shuffled naked to the kitchen and drank a glass of water. Between my legs felt sore, swollen even. My sensitive lips coated in thick grool as my finger slide over them. Too sensitive to really touch even, and too sore. I tried to clean myself up, but it didn’t seem to help. An endless, slick mess seeped from inside me. I felt on the edge just barely touching myself.

“Damn, what a dream.”

Nervously, I laid back down and closed my eyes.

Saturday afternoon light filled my bedroom. By the time I woke up, it was already four.

I never sleep all day.

Looking in the mirror, I looked tired though I’d slept nearly twenty hours. My body was sore and between my thighs was still sticky and slick with grool. I tried to clean myself up, though had little success. Getting ready, it strangely seemed my hair was darker as I tried to brush it. And though my eyes looked clear, the blue rings around my pupils looked dim, almost muddled. I could see just fine, so ignored it.

It must just be the afternoon light.

Sluggishly, I got dressed, feeling hungover. Grabbing just my small clutch, I headed down to the street, walking to a diner on the corner for a very, very late breakfast.

I sat quietly in a back booth, trying to avoid everyone I could. With my unfocused, lethargic energy, I realized I’d forgotten a bra getting dressed. Something that became more apparent as I caught the eyes of a patron only a table away. I could follow his gaze easily, locked onto my chest. My nipples pressed obviously though the tight but soft cotton fabric. It made me uncomfortable but I tried not to move. To my dismay I could feel both hardening and becoming more obvious.

“You are meat.” I heard a whisper in my ear. Startled I spun around, finding the waiter standing on the other side of me.

“What did you just say to me?”

“Which meat.. bacon? ham?” he repeated flatly.

I shook my head, “uhh oh.. umm, the first one. I guess.”

Looking back, the patron staring sipped his coffee, his eyes meeting mine with a wink. Nervously I looked away.

Fuck this guy is a creep.

The red sign flashed back into my head.

Leave your dignity.

A strange feeling overtook me. A warmth, and pressure between my legs. My eyes went wide, almost blank as I dashed from the diner. I could feel the squirming, the writhing between my legs. The fullness pushing into me again.

Fuck not here, not in public.

I sprinted around the corner, looking for anywhere to hide. I didn’t think I could make it back to my apartment. Through the window of the diner, I could see the creep watching me. Our eyes met before I ducked into an alleyway behind the diner. My hands ran between my legs, over the fabric of my tight jeans, trying to feel anything moving. The squirming inside me intensified but my hands found nothing. Yanking down my pants, I tried again to feel on the inside, but only found my drooling flesh. My fingers pressing into my warmth felt so good. As they moved, the feeling went deeper, radiating up and through me. I started to moan softly as I mindlessly drove them deeper. Less concerned with finding what was inside me, and more interested in chasing the warmth.

Falling back against a concrete wall, the feeling consumed me. My eyes rolled back in my head as I unconsciously moaned and whimpered softly. The fullness radiated powerfully from deep inside me. I felt an overwhelming need to be free and naked, orgasm, and push the warmth further inside me. My fingers moved feverishly. I was almost there, deep enough to nudge it further, whatever was stretching me. The feeling was a fire in my womb. My eyes wouldn’t open, blinded by a red light washing over me, pulsing, controlling my pleasure.

With my fingers as deep inside me as I could manage, I brushed something. Searing hot, burning my insides, scorching my fingers. Something moving, squirming, writhing. I couldn’t control myself anymore. The heat within pushed me over the edge.

Leave your dignity.

The light pulsed brighter and brighter as orgasms shook me violently. I contorted, twisting and squirming. The buzz in my ears deafening as I cried out. Moaning in utter pleasure. Warmth sprayed down on me from above. Like drops of hot rain, soothing my skin.

You are good meat.

A whisper echoed in my mind, my own voice maybe, the roaring buzz made it impossible to tell.

Then, just as quickly as it took me, it left. Cold air rushing back into my lungs. Finally a full breath, and the fading sunlight in the alley coming back into focus. I was naked, and dirty. My thighs and fingers coated with thick translucent grool. Looking up, the creep from the diner stood over me, a softening prick in his fist, oozing cum.

“Jesus that was hot.”

He was huffing, catching his breath too.

“When you looked at me, I didn’t know this is what you wanted me to find. God you were so loud. Watching you like that was amazing. I’m Seth, by the way.”

He knelt and reached out to touch me. His hand sliding over my chest and squeezing my tit. Disgust flooded me, but his hand spread a familiar warmth. I was petrified in place. My exposed body.. the act I’d just performed, all in view of this stranger now groping me.

What is happening?

“Stop. Please. Don’t touch me.”

My voice practically begged.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he recoiled. “I didn’t mean to cross a line, I just thought… Is that your thing? I can look but not touch? I’m okay with that.”

He stood, tucking himself back behind his zipper.

“Can I buy you dinner, or a drink maybe? Please, or at least let me know you’re name.”

I stayed silent, sitting up and pulling my tight shirt back over my head. It was filthy from the ground in the alley. I quickly grabbed my jeans and squeezed into those as well. Pushing past him, I darted back down the alley toward the street.

“You left your underwear!” He yelled behind me.

I didn’t care, turning the corner and running away, as far as I could.

captivate

By the time I stopped running I was at least ten blocks away. Still moving forward, I let my feet guide me, moving in and out of globs of people on the street. Seeing a small drugstore, I pushed in and made my way to the back grabbing hand soap and baby wipes as I did.

Locking the door to the bathroom, I looked over myself in the mirror. I somehow didn’t look quite as disgusting as I felt. There were blotches on my shirt, but my eyes were quickly drawn down to a obvious, large wet mark on my jeans between my legs. As I peeled off my clothing, I saw the alleyway grime had marked my skin in several places. Also, across my face, chest, and stomach was the dried crust of something else.

The strangers cock flashed in my mind. The swollen tip oozing cum. I felt sick realizing what he’d left on me. My body’s first impulse was to vomit.

Suppressing my nausea, I scrubbed quickly with soap until my skin was clean and red from the abrasion. Using the wipes, I tried to clean between my legs, the thick grool that coated my legs and lips. Everything was sensitive, swollen, and ached as I touched it. Feeling truly disgusted with myself, I flushed the wipes and washed my hands, trying to rid myself the memory and humiliation.

Is this another dream?

Splashing cold water in my face, I hoped it was. Looking at my naked body in the mirror, I ran my fingers over my skin, looking for any more lasting marks.

What is wrong with me.

My fingers traced over my lips, my cheeks, ran through my hair. Down my chest, over my nipples, my stomach and back. Twisting, I examined my round butt, running my fingers along the cleft of my cheeks. I could feel the warmth radiating from between my legs. Sliding my fingers around and between my legs, my swollen lips were still incredibly wet. Carefully moving my fingers even slightly deeper sent a throbbing, radiating warmth that made my knees weak. I exhaled softly, almost whimpering from the pleasure.

Fuck.

Blinking hard, the small bathroom was suddenly flooded with dark red light. Looking down between my legs, I moved my fingers slowly, carefully. Pulling my them open, something moved. Something dark. I looked closer in the mirror, anxiety flooding in, my heart in my throat remembering what I’d felt before. As I stood motionless, I saw it squirm. Something long twisting out from between my lips. A single black tendril.

Screaming, I pushed away from the mirror, falling backwards. My eyes fluttered in shock. When they finally opened, the red glow was gone, and the dull florescent returned.

Jumping up from the floor, I scrambled into my clothes and burst from the bathroom, out of breath.

“Hey, are you alright?”

An androgynous looking clerk standing in the hallway looked at me with confusion.

“Yea-”

My voice cracked. Clearing my throat I tried again.

“Yes, sorry. Damn, I’m fine, did someone scream? That was weird right?”

“It sounded like it came from the bathroom.”

“Yea, I mean.. I just slipped.” -

I ran my fingers over my shirt nervously, trying to straighten myself.

“Look, I’m fine, everything is fine now. I’m just going to go.”

“Are you going to pay for the things you took in there?”

“Oh, uh, yes. Yes absolutely. Let me grab the packaging.”

Nervously, I back-stepped to the bathroom. Looking around the small space, I leaned in and quickly from the doorway grabbed the two items, not daring to enter. Walking past the clerk, they followed me to the register in the front.

“$5.50” they said, scanning the two opened wrappers.

Fuck.

The sudden realization I’d left my clutch on the diner table sent a shot of dread through me.

“I’m having.. the worst day. I.. can I come back, today, and pay you? I left my purse at this place I was eating at.. This is.. I’m so embarrassed. I’m sorry.”

Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn’t dare look at the clerk. I thought about bolting and running back to my apartment.

“Okay, look,” the clerk said with a very annoyed tone.” There is a women’s shelter two blocks from here. A right and then a left from the door. You can’t come in here and take things off the shelves thinking you don’t have to pay. This isn’t charity.”

“I’m.. not homeless. I understand. I’m sorry. I swear I’ll come back and pay you,” my voice half confused, completely humiliated.

“If not homeless then some kind of whore then? It’s undignified. I saw what you had on your face when you came in, and look at your clothes. I’m not stupid I know what that is. Your kind comes in here plenty.”

I looked down at my clothes, seeing the small, obvious white marks that had dried through the thin fabric, and the dark, wet mark between my legs on my jeans.

“I.. I’m not a whore..” my voice trembled unconvincingly.

“Just get out of here. Where is your dignity? People like you have none, you disgust me. I’ll be surprised if you bring back the money. In fact, I know you won’t. Leave and don’t come back unless you do.”

As they berated me, I ran from the store, dejected and degraded. On the street I tried to cover myself, though I was obviously upset, tears blurring my eyes. With each step I did what I could to pull myself back together.

Somehow I made it to the steps of my apartment. Darting up the stairs, I punched the code into my door lock. The lock flashed. Invalid code. My hands were shaking, I must have hit the wrong button. Trying again, same result, invalid code. From the other side of the door I heard footsteps, voices.

416, this isn’t my door.

Eyes wide, I scrambled down the hall, 417, 418, 419. Reaching my door, I smashed in the code, trying to get inside before my neighbor saw me. The lock beeped and clicked, just in time to push through the door and I heard 416 open.

“Hello?” I heard from the hall.

I quickly shut my door, though silently, before collapsing on the floor.

“Fuck” I said aloud.

Throwing off my soiled shirt and kicking off my jeans, I threw both directly into the washing machine. Drawing the hottest water I could stand, I stepped into the shower. What should have been scalding I barely noticed. With soap and a rough pad, I cleaned myself deeply again, trying to rid myself of the day and night.

I’m going crazy. I’m hallucinating. I need to go to a hospital.

My thoughts were scattered. As I retraced what happened, I tried not to relive the moments in the alley. Instead I focused on the hallucinations. I tried to discern what was real, and what wasn’t. My mind flitting between the red glow of the light and every moment since seeing it. The bath, my dream, and now twice today. Standing in the hot water it almost felt cool compared to the warmth of the light and the pulsating inside me. My mind circled around it as I tried to resist the feeling.

Leave your dignity.

The deep red spelled out in lit glass. Almost taunting me.

“What dignity.” I whispered, as if speaking directly to the words.

After today I wasn’t sure I had any left. Feeling humiliated, I dried off, feeling clean now at least.

Finding my phone near my bed, I saw two texts from my friend.

“How are you feeling?” - “Everything okay?”

The first was from this morning, but the second was only a few minutes ago.

“Hey, yes, sorry if I worried you.”

Really I wasn’t okay, not even a little. Squeezing my phone and rolling it over in my hand, I felt uneasy. Maybe I should be honest with her.

“Actually no, have you had any weird feeling or seen anything weird since yesterday??”

“Meet me.”

Reading her text back filled me with some relief. Maybe I wasn’t alone, maybe she was seeing the same things. Maybe I’m not crazy. She text me an address and I quickly got dressed, remembering a bra this time, and even putting on a sweater, though the temperature was mild.

Opening my apartment door, I was startled to find a man standing on the other side. The creep from the alley.

“What the !fuck!” I blurted out.

How does he know where I live.

“You need to leave or I’m calling the police.”

“Oh, um, please don’t do that. I just wanted to give you back your wallet. You left it in the diner, that’s how I found your apartment.”

His outstretched hand held my clutch.

I quickly snatched it from him.

“This is really creepy, you should have left it there. Please don’t come back here.”

Stepping forward, I closed my door firmly until I heard the click of the auto-lock. Pushing past him, my arm grazed his. Searing heat as our skin touched, and the same throbbing lust between my legs.

With wide eyes and shallow breath, I forced myself past him. I dared not to look back at him as I moved toward the stairs.

“Are you okay? You kinda said some crazy shit before.”

Crazy shit?

I stopped midstride.

“What are you talking about?”

“You were saying muttering something about dignity and talking about a light. It was hot, but it was kinda freaked. Your eyes were like fully dilated. Totally black and glassy. Were you on drugs? I’ve never seen anything like that before. You were so fucking hot.”

Black and glassy.. talking about the light? I don’t remember any of that..

“Don’t come back here again.” I barked over my shoulder as I disappeared down the stairs. My hands were shaking. I felt sick, embarrassed, ashamed. Something inside of me didn’t feel right. I hoped my neighbors didn’t hear any of that.

As I buzzed out the door, the metal pushbar was ice cold and hurt to touch. A flash of white blurred my vision. I fell back onto the steps, not able to swing the door open. In the flash, thoughts flooded my brain. The creep in my bedroom. Naked and on my knees, looking up at him. Wrapping my lips around his prick as he moaned above me. A dark figure around us both. My lips tingled as my heart pounded. Red light filled the tiny space and writhing between my legs.

Thank him.

The figure’s words burned in my brain.

Leave your dignity. Thank him.

The pressure pushing through my chest, radiating from between my legs.

“Oh god no please. Not again, not here.” I begged.

Footsteps behind me echoed as he came down the steps. Looking up at him, the red glow beamed from a silhouette surrounding him.

I saw his mouth moving, but couldn’t hear him, only the droning buzz of the light behind. His hand reached out, grabbing my arm. His touch sending another wave of pleasure though my body. The overwhelming pulsing feeling between my legs, the endless ache and writhing. The heat dulling my thoughts. I convulsed and moaned. I couldn’t see anymore, only the feeling of looking up at him, on my knees, his cock forced down my throat, slowly sucking. Darkness engulfing both of us. Long black tentacles wrapping slowly around my legs, my neck, driving inside of me.

Thank him, meat.

As he pulled me up, my knees were weak.

“Are you okay?” I heard a distant voice ask.

Blinking, I tried to breathe as my body pulsed with heat.

“Your eyes, they’re totally dilated again.”

Looking up at him, I felt sick. Mustering all my strength, I dove forward, nearly falling through the door onto the street. Finding my balance I stumbled up and ran. Away from the creep, and away from the glowing red light.

I found myself uptown again, managing to find the small bar my friend was waiting at. The quiet hum of an old yellow and green neon sign outside made me nervous, but still I went inside. Thankfully I found my friend on the other side of the small taproom.

“Oh gosh” she blurted out as I slid languidly into the booth. “This.. this is not good.”

“Do I look that bad?”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. I can see you’re struggling. I was worried yesterday might affect you… the door.”—

“You know about what’s happening to me? I can’t stop thinking about that sign, or the door. What is this? I feel crazy.”

“You’re not crazy. It.. it’s that place. The door has power, it’s a dark place. You went through it didn’t you, you imagined going through the door.”

“What are you talking about, I don’t understand.”

“The warmth, have you felt the warmth yet?”

Her voice trailed off as I watched her struggle to catch her breath.

“Have you seen the black limbs coming from..?”

Her eyes were wide. The same look of terror came over her as I saw yesterday.

“Yes,” I whispered quietly. “The hallucinations. How do you know?”

Her words brought thoughts of the sign flooding back to me. A red light glowing above both of us. Warmth flooding up from within me, and the writhing that creates it. She shook her head, tears streaming, falling to the table, thick translucent drips.

“It will only get worse. I can’t say anything more. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I took you there. It made me. I know you understand that now.”

“What do you mean? You have to tell, what is happening to me!”

I took her hand, grabbing it tightly in anger, but suddenly felt the pulsating warmth coming though her.

“You can feel it. I can feel it in your hand too. You can feel them moving now too. Being together like this makes it worse.”

Having touched her, whatever was inside me became animated, writhing and squirming. I could feel it trying to force my legs open, eager to envelope me. I managed a slow nod, fighting my urges. Controlling my breath, I squeezed her hand even more feeling my eyes glazing over in bliss.

“I can’t tell you anything more. I can’t I’m sorry. You have to understand this in your own way. I can’t help you.”

Her voice sounded deep, hypnotic.

“This is just a dream,” I whispered, moaning softly. “There was nothing inside. This is all in my head.”

Leave your dignity.

It spoke as if coming from all around us.

“Please don’t do this here,” she begged.

The same voice filled my head, echoing as the bar darkened. I kept my grip on her hand, afraid to let go.

There is no choice for you.

As it spoke, the red glow strobed. I felt transfixed, like I was falling forward through it again. The fullness and writhing inside me stole my breath. The red glow basked over both of us. It’s dark hue drowning out the rest of the bar. My friend slowly sobbed, black tears on her face. Both her hands wrapped around mine, cutting into my flesh.

“Can you hear that?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I always hear the voice.”

As her fingers dug into me, the warmth grew hot. The deep red glow from the light above, and the familiar droning buzz bathed us both. Swallowing the knot in my throat, I let out a soft gasp. I watched as her eyes went white, and her pupils dilated to wide black saucers.

“You feel so good.”

I could feel the writhing between my legs, growing and stretching inside me, the quiet slurping and sloshing noises as they gripped against my insides. I could feel them beginning to sliding out, around my legs now, sucking, squeezing, twisting. My swollen lips ached and couldn’t hold them in as my legs pushed open. I didn’t dare look, almost too afraid of what I might see.

“Follow me. Quickly before we lose control.”

Almost mindlessly, I obeyed and trailed her out of the booth. Keeping a firm grip on my hand, she led us down a narrow set of stairs, into to a dingy bathroom. My vision was blurred and streaked as we moved, everything caked in dim red light that seemingly came from everywhere. As the door closed behind us, she pushed me to the wall with impressive force.

“You disobeyed, I saw it.” she moaned in my ear.

Pressing her body against mine, something fleshy and thick wrapped around my throat. The tightness warmth spread down my throat. It instantly connected with the heat between my legs like lightning. I moaned loudly as I struggled to breathe.

Leaning forward, we locked lips. Her tongue against mine as I felt something slithering past, down my throat. Something slick and hot, writhing as it went. My throat forced open and helpless. Her hands slid under my sweater, groping me, then down to the button on my jeans.

“Take this off.”

Her voice echoed in my head as we kissed. I pushed her back, feeling her long ribbed mass slide out of my throat. A blur of black tendrils disappearing behind her lips as she stepped back smiling, releasing my neck. The red glow drowned out any other details of the room. All I could see was my friend and the pulsing, squirming in her throat.

Looking at me, she unhooking her dress and let it fall to the floor. Naked underneath, she was smooth and exposed. Her body glowing in the dark hue. She looked amazing, perfect even. She was fit, strong, yet soft and feminine. Now exposed, a red mark on her chest radiated. I hadn’t noticed before, the strange symbol jumping off her flesh. From there my eyes were drawn between her legs, and the writhing of dark shapes pushing their way out of her. Her body was basked in a deep red hue, Her eyes milky and white, with black tendrils moving behind them. Reaching down, she slid her fingers between the dark extrusions, pushing a gape between her legs. Her moans echoed as her fingers moved.

“It fills us so completely, you’ll never find anything so sensual or gratifying. You must learn to obey.”

Her voice was deep, sending ripples through me. Pulling her fingers out, she held them up, covered in a thick, glassy layer.

“They make things quite messy too don’t they.”

She held her fingers out for me, rubbing them on my lips. A sticky sweetness, thick and heavy under my nose. I felt high as they slid effortlessly over my skin, leaving a trail on my flesh. Licking my lips, I whimpered softly before sucking on her fingers. The taste was addicting, entrancing. The feeling even more so.

“God that’s so good.”

“Take everything off.”

I barely noticed my eyes rolling back in my head. The dulling buzz drowning out my thoughts. The glow enveloped everything I could see anyways. The bathroom disappeared around me as I shed my clothes. The more things blurred, the more defined the dark extrusions became. Her skin was almost translucent and I could see the slithering and twisting inside her sprouting from nowhere. The blinding glow cloaking us drew in as she moved closer again. The writhing between my legs amplified with it. The heat was almost boiling as her bare skin touched mine. Her tits pressed against me as we kissed deeply. Just as before something inside her moved quickly into me. As we kissed, I could feel thick stalks exploring between my legs, stretching me open, pushing inside me. Strong, dark limbs growing from inside her and me. Black tentacles suckling and twisting around my legs, pushing them open as she grinded against me. The hypnotic drowning buzz pulsing with the light as the penetrating mass invading me forced me over the edge.

Holding me pinned to the wall, my orgasm crashed through. I felt it radiating through the air. Through her and me, multiplying between us. The rest of my body was covered in growths, sending radiating pleasure into my skin wherever they touched. Thick drool leaked from between my legs, coating around the moving black mass and filling the room with slurping and burbles. I was blind except for the glowing red hue spreading endlessly through my mind. She pushed even closer, our forms joining. Pushing her flesh into mine. I gasped for air as my orgasm forced my body to shudder and writhe. We both collapsed to the floor as she twisted and controlled me. Tentacles latched across my chest, around my neck, pulling me down between her legs. The dark force crushing down on us as she forced my mouth to her slit. I felt a growth from between my legs push it’s way through my chest and out my throat, driving inside of her and pulling us together. Her thick mess coated my face, the taste and scent overwhelmed. I could feel the twisting mass moving through me, jutting out of my mouth, locking it open as my tongue flicked over her clit. She slowly grinded against my face. I had never been with another woman before. Now are bodies were closer than I’d ever felt with anyone.

“You fucking whore, look what you’ve done,” she screamed, digging her nails into my skin, drawing blood across my body.

As she orgasmed, so did I. Uncontrollably arching my back under her. Intertwined and locked together in a black mass, we both moaned and grinded against each other wildly. Red filled my lungs, my eyes, my mind, the deep hue controlling us both.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

Her voice so hypnotic, I couldn’t think. Grabbing me by the neck, she threw me on my stomach and pinned my chest to the dirty bathroom floor. I watched as red mist fell all around us. The room was filled with the sloshing of tendrils sliding between our legs. Black arms leaping from the mist, groping and grabbing our bodies.

Use her. Hurt her.

The voice echoed between us. Grabbing my hips, she dug her fingers into the flesh around my hip bones. Instead of pain, euphoria filled my body. I felt a thick growth begin to push between my legs, stretching me as it forced me open. Another pushed above, against both my gaped holes. With her fingers dug into my flesh, she began to rock her hips, slamming them into mine. My ass and cunt filled beyond belief as I thrashed into her, aching for more. More pleasure, more bliss. As both my holes were gaped wide, we both began to scream and moan as orgasmic waves crashed through us. Connected and intertwined, sharing every bit of pleasure. Magnifying it through the glowing red fog surrounding us.

Exhausted, she collapsed on top of me. Her soft chest pressed against my back. Looking down, I touched my hips, both sides bleeding and punctured. Slowly the pain began to creep in. The fog began to lift. I slid and pushed back against the wall, sitting naked on the filthy bathroom floor, slumped over. As I moved, a trail of blood and grool marked the floor. My friend, sitting up finally looked at her hands, sobbing.

“Oh god what have I done?”

“It’s okay, I’m okay.”

My reassurance didn’t help. Scrambling she grabbed her dress, trying to cover her body.

“We can’t see each other again. God I can’t lose control like this. I have to go.. fuck there is blood everywhere. Don’t contact me. Please leave me alone. I can’t help you.”

With her dress barely on, she flung open the bathroom door and disappear up the steps. Once again I was alone, disgusting, and worse, bleeding everywhere. The bathroom floor looked like a crime scene and my body ached. Looking down, there was blood between my legs where I was stretched too far. My puffy, swollen cunt lips. My gaping holes. All battered and ruined. I struggled to move, slowly getting dressed. Covering my wounds with paper towels, I tried to stop the bleeding. The blood on my hands and legs made me look like a murderer, or victim at least. I tried my best to wash anything anyone could see. Not knowing what more I could do, I left, moving quickly through the bar and out into the darkness.

The streets were mostly empty now, and I tried to move between the shadows, staying out of sight. I smelled like blood, and felt woozy even. Walking along, I suddenly came across a familiar lane. The dark alley with the courtyard.

I need to understand this.

Nervously, I turned and moved down the lane, walking quickly. My heart was in my throat as my pulse quickened. The night was quiet, and cold. As I turned the corner into the courtyard I froze.

No sign, no door. The brick façade a solid wall.

“What the fuck is going on.”

I approached the brick hesitantly, running my fingers across the rough surface. Tapping and pushing I somehow hoped for a hidden door.

Nothing.

Confused and scared, I fell to my knees on the brick floor, mouth agape in disbelief.

What the fuck is going on.

My mind raced. I had literally no idea. Maybe I am going crazy. My friend felt it too though, these things were inside her too, and the mark. Why couldn’t she tell me more?

Clumsily I moved to my feet, feeling woozy still. My eyes were locked where the door had been, hoping to see something, anything.

As minutes passed the air became colder and the stone wall remained. Defeated feeling, I shuffled out of the courtyard, back to the street.

Walking almost aimlessly, I tried to ignore the shocked face looking at me. As people passed, I slowly noticed a faint feeling around some of them. A feeling of anger, sadness, or even lust. Their emotions poured into me. Blinking hard, I could see a soft red haze lighting my way. Shadows in the glow appeared, like people on the street.

What am I seeing?

Stopping on a corner for traffic, I stood next to a man with a soft glow. his scent was intoxicating. Each breath flooding me with pleasure. As I inhaled him, images of his hands on my body clicked through my mind. Groping me, choking me, fucking me. On all fours like a dog in his bed. I could imagine his cock between my legs, fucking me to his content. The flood of images were endless as my eyes glazed over, warmth spreading through my chest.

As the light changed, he crossed the street. Moving away the images dulled and slowly ended, bringing back the pain in my hips and across my body.

Was I reading his thoughts?

The images were so vivid and specific. My body ached, excited by what had filled my mind.

How could I possibly be aroused like this.

Follow him.

The voice hit me like fire. I tried to ignore it, instead turning down another road in defiance, but quickly a twisting sprouted in my stomach. The further I walked, the more intense the pain became. Disobeying the voice sent my insides wrenching in agony.

I need to go home.

Ducking into a small alcove behind a trash pile, I collapsed into the darkness, clutching my stomach and hips.

Obey, or suffer.

“Please, let me go home. I can’t bee seen like this.” I pleaded, whispering to myself.

The red glow and sign flashed in my eyes. No warmth, only the deep hue. The pain growing more and more agonizing with each breath.

Leave your dignity.

The words echoed as the world around me faded away. My body slumped as I convulsed.

dominate

A dark figure stood over me. I was chained to a cold, dank wall. My body looked deformed, different somehow.

“There is no use for meat that cannot obey”

The voice, not formless but now echoing in my ears, shook me. It was deep, twisted, speaking across several tones. The hypnotic words invaded my soul, sending shooting pain through my chest.

“If you cannot obey, you will be punished.”

As it reached out, I saw a shimmering knife in my abdomen, blood pouring from the wound. Pulling it from me slowly, the tip sliced up my body. The sharp blade searing across my skin, drawing a line of blood as it moved. Sliding under my tit, the knife pushed into my skin again, carving me.

The pain was severe. Gnashing my teeth I cried out in agony. Blood poured from the wounds it made in me. My tit hung, mostly severed from my body. The tendrils that grasped the blade, twisted across the open flesh, pushing into the wound, into my chest.

I was overwhelmed, pain like I had never imagined. Quickly, my lungs filled with black tendrils, silencing my scream. I couldn’t move, managing only a weak, pitiful grip on the mass invading me. The throbbing dull ache throughout my body accented by the sharp, piercing of it’s weaving tendrils throughout.

“This is just the beginning. Obey or you will learn what true pain is meat.”

With the words still ringing in my ears, the figure slowly unraveled in front of me, fading into a black swirl. Hanging from the wall, warm blood poured down my legs. My chest burned with each half breath I managed. The smell of iron flooded my nostrils with each gasp. Slumping against my restraints, I sobbed, unable to scream or cry out. My nude body broken.

Jolted awake, I saw people passing by me. Just barely dusk, no one must have noticed me. Standing, I clutched my side. The wound was gone, but the pain was not. I could still feel the knife tip, and the writing in my chest with each staggered breath. Looking under my sweater, I saw matted blood on my skin and clothes, but nothing else.

The sun was just peaking through the city as I made my way back to my apartment.

subjugate

In my building, I climbed the stairs slowly to the fourth floor. As I turned the corner down the long hallway, numbers flashed across my brain.

416.

The door I had knocked on before. As I approached it, a soft red hue colored the door. I stared for a second, before taking a step past it. Fire shot through my lungs, knocking me to the floor. Shaking, I clutched my chest.

The sharp pain was intense, just like before, nearly knocking me over. Obediently I turned back to face the door, feeling the ache slowly subside. Looking at the numbers, I had no idea who lived on the other side. Anxiety crept through me.

What choice do I have? My shaking hand reached out to knock obediently.

Before the door opened, I felt it. A sinister haze thickening each breath. I could feel it down my back as it crawled under my skin. As the door opened, a grotesque man stood in it’s place. He was small in stature and moved unnaturally. His face twisted into a grin as he motioned me inside. I wanted to resist, to run, but my feet betrayed me, taking me inside. Reaching out, he grabbed my arm.

mark this one.

I was hesitant to move deeper inside, but he pulled me in with immense strength. His hand was a shadow on my skin, and as I looked closer, I could see oozing black mist gripping against my flesh. The air was sticky and humid and as I blinked, I could see the darkening of the lights, the aura of the man, the fluttering of images in my mind. Tortured bodies, twisted and malformed. Strangled, cut, burned, bit. I could see the wispy blackened shadow of his true form. Along the wall I noticed the markings. The same ones carved into my friend’s chest. Glowing, the light basked the empty space with a monochromatic red. Beautiful but unnerving.

“New cattle needs marking.” he whispered, smacking his lips.

Marking?

As I wondered I felt his teeth against my skin. Along my right shoulder, cutting in like needles. Pushing me down I collapsed to the floor with a shriek. Around me more runes alit

Part 2

I had never felt so good. Each breath felt like an orgasm as we moved through the streets. The fullness and squirming persisted with each step. I softly moaned as I was led. Around me was a thick fog of red light filtering out everything. Through my white eyes, I could see things I never had. Bright aura’s around the people we passed. Other women with translucent skin and white eyes like mine, filled with a black twisting mass. In others, I could feel their lust, their heat. It was intoxicating.

Turning down the unmarked lane, the buzz of the light became somehow even louder as we approached it. I could see it’s color cutting through the fog. As we turned into the courtyard, the sign was nearly blinding.

Leave your dignity.

With it’s searing glow on me, my knees gave way and I collapsed onto the pavers in the courtyard. My friend undressed once more, naked in the night air and knelt in front of me. Her mark now pulsed with the same energy as the dark red sign. Two other girls appeared from the other side of the courtyard, nude, each bearing a unique, glowing mark too. Slowly they undressed me, and cleaned my body. They’re hands across my skin was orgasmic. One of them was diminutive in stature. Her small hands reached between my legs, squeezing and rubbing the thick mass slithering between my legs. Her fingers circled my clit gently. She moaned as I did and I could my pleasure washing over each of them.

“This one is already sensitive. She will be a delicious treat.”

“She succumbed quickly. I can feel her secret lust.”

Stepping next to me, my friend squeezed my hand.

“You’re ready. step through the door. Leave your dignity.”

Come to me, meat.

“I can’t lead you any further. You have to decide where you go next.”

I have seen your darkness, leave your dignity, submit to me.

The words vibrated through me, echoing in my mind as I stepped toward the door. Still slightly open, I could see through the void now. My red vision focusing on hundreds of black tentacles, writhing, reaching out for me. The entities inside me expanded and twisted, urging me forward.

Looking towards the street, I couldn’t imagine going back. Having felt what I’ve felt now, I would never be satisfied. I could never return to the darkness. I would never leave the red glow.

My glossy eyes locked on the door. Stepping forward, my hand reached out, pushing it fully open. Past it’s hinges the sound was deafening. Passed through the threshold, I fell into its arms.

It was like falling into fire. The warmth I had experienced was nothing in comparison. Immolating heat from hungry tendrils forcing there way into my body, tearing me open. Wrapping around my limps and neck pulling me apart. Slowly dozens invaded inside me. From the tears in my flesh, more pushed in. Their greedy arms penetrating me, forcing my flesh apart. As my body was mangled, any pain was replaced with pleasure. Each bone snapping, slipping from it’s joint became euphoria. Orgasmic bliss as I was shredded into nothing, annihilated completely. My mind remained though, still falling deeper into the flailing, hungry arms. Unimaginable heat and pressure pushed in on all sides. A red glow revealing a shadow where my body once was. A soul.

You belong to me now

--- END ---

The voice thundered from all around me, more menacing than before. Suddenly I hit something. Solid rock below. The pressure remained but the red glow illuminated a small chamber. The glow emanated from a crack in the wall of the chamber. My shadow knelt before a black figure. As the room gained focus, other dark figures appeared.

When I speak you will obey me.

The figure reached out, slithering a hand across my form, resting on my chest.

If you do not obey there will be pain.

Without warning, the tentacle pushed inside my chest with a sharp, agonizing thrust. It’s force disfigured my form, contorting my mind. Screaming, I collapsed to the floor in agony.

If you do obey there will be pleasure.

Instantly the pain turned to pleasure as the red glow radiated though me from the arm. Throbbing, broiling warmth flooded into me. Still disfigured, I orgasmed intensely, moaning as I felt the dark form expanding inside of me. I looked down to see it moving within me. My red vision seeing through my shadowy form.

The dark figures around me laughed as they watched me struggle. As the tentacled hand released me. My form began to return. Soft flesh, fingers, dark hair, my aching, swollen lips. Naked and kneeling before them, I was fully exposed to the figures. Sheepishly, I tried to cover my form.

How pathetic.

Pain shot through my arms and legs, forcing me to the ground. Screaming, I collapsed down as an unknown force crushed in on me. The pain was immense, like my skin being peeled off my body. Over the screams, the voice persisted.

You belong to me now. There is no hiding from us. You left your dignity behind, remember.

The words of the sign forced into my mind.

Your body is consumed. You exist only through me now. Your form is a gift.

Slowly the pain dissipated. My form contorted, bent backward in an unnatural way. My legs forced open by the unseen force. The figures gathered around me, their tendrils snaking over me.

This form can be destroyed, changed, and remade.

Twisted and turned, I was manipulated and penetrated by the figures until eventually being set back on my knees in front of them.

Through me, you will obey my command, and through me you will be granted endless pleasure. As my servant, you will carry me wherever you go now.

The dark figure in front of me reaches into the glowing crack, pulling forth a smoldering red iron. Sparks shoot from it as it moves through the air. As he approaches my flesh, I can feel the heat from it. Radiating waves of pleasure into me. Unafraid, I remain still my red eyes looking up at him. Firmly, he planted the brand into my chest. Blinding red flames and a sweet smell of my burning form fill the air. Uncontrollably, I convulse, but my chest stays firmly pressed against the brand, as if squeezed from both sides.

You will bear my mark forever.

I woke up in my bed suddenly.

“Holy fuck was that a dream?”

My fingers ran over my bare chest searching for the mark. Nothing.

What the fuck?

Sitting up, I felt exhausted, like I hadn’t slept in weeks. My body ached and even standing up was a challenge. In front of the mirror I inspected myself more closely. I could feel a strange aura around me, but I couldn’t see it. Looking at myself, I barely recognized what I saw. My skin glowed and my hair and eyes were jet black now. I looked the same, yet different. I looked more fit, everything just more perfect than before. Reaching between my legs, Thick grool still leaked from my lips, but there was a numbness. I felt nothing. No pleasure, no sensation. I felt nothing now, no warmth, no writhing. Just an emptiness inside me.

My apartment looked different too. More sparse.