The first rays of morning peered over the horizon; Dirk was
about two hours outside
The tracking meter he had was still registering succubus activity. Two blips still appeared, though one was brighter than the other. He remembered the instructions he was given on operating the tracker, and remembered that half-demons showed as lighter blips, while full demons showed up darker.
He hoped they wouldn’t find him as he slept, but dismissed the idea. What were the odds they’d end up at the same place he was at?
“You will rent a room for the day,” Demona said to the enthralled trucker, her black eyes bright with lancing power. “You will not tell the clerk anything about us.”
“Yes…mistress.” The thoroughly dominated man waddled into
the office of the Motel 6, two hours shy of
Julie frowned. “This is how you get what you want?”
Demona grinned. “One of many ways.”
Moments later, the three were in room 15 on the upper walk. Sunlight was coming; Demona cringed in pain, while Julie felt only great discomfort.
“Pull the drapes, and block off the windows!” the demoness angrily hissed.
“Yes, mistress,” the heavy-set trucker droned, drawing the blinds shut. He draped the bed comforter (once Demona’s strength had snapped the restraining chains) over the upper bar. Julie locked all the bolts on the door and slid a chair against the knob, realizing she felt better in the darkness. She looked down in fear; had even the sun abandoned her?
“We’ll be staying here until the sun sets. You’re welcome to sleep if you want.”
“So you can rape me while I’m in dreamland? I don’t think so.”
The succubus shot her a look of disbelief. “You still don’t get it, do you, Julie? If I wanted to rape you, we’d be sisters by now. I have no desire to simply have my way with you; I want you to join me, to become like me, mentally and physically. I want your willing acceptance of what you want, and what you’re becoming.” She stroked her chin ever so gently with her claws. “I won’t change you into a succubus. You will change yourself into a succubus.”
Julie sighed, only partially from exasperation. “Fine, whatever, I’m going to bed. What about you?”
Demona looked over at the vacant stare of the trucker. “Demons don’t sleep,” she hissed, licking her lips, “but I will be having breakfast.” She led her slave into the bathroom, making sure to leave the door ajar for Julie to watch.
Somehow, despite the sounds of moaning from the trucker in the bathroom as Demona sucked his soul dry, and the sensations of pleasure Julie felt from every inch of her skin no matter how she moved, sleep finally overtook her. She wondered if she would ever get the chance to sleep again.
Thu May 2 22:21:11 2002