Chapter 7
Although only recently risen from his long sleep, Sy Enders was unusually strong; strong with the strength of evil. With one quick motion he snapped the lock on the door of the vault. He wrenched the door squealingly inward and furtively stepped out. The throbbing in his crotch was increasing, and he knew he would go mad if he didn't find a pussy in which to bury his recently risen cock.
As he walked he looked behind him and noticed his feet left no imprint in the snow. And though the village lights cast long shadows of the surrounding tombstone, no shadow issued forth from him.
The groundskeeper had been lax in the Autumn, and now long weeds surrounded the mausoleum. But even these refused to crackle and bend beneath his unholy tread. He had no spoor of any kind.
The air around him was now motionless as the flakes continued their downward spiral. He was half amused to note each virgin snowflake seemed to have a mind of its own and avoided touching him as if he were contaminated.
The frigid night air, though no longer a heavy wind, was still a breathing whisper and blew through his clothes, fumigating them. He smoothed back his coarse grey hair with his fingers, then wrapped his large cape around his body and proceeded on his way.
An owl flapped its wings restlessly, hooting as it saw him. Its instinct warned it of the foulness facing it, and it noisily fluttered off into the night. He watched the bird retreat and almost smiled. Then the painful twitch in his groin reminded him what he needed. Turning, he strode purposefully through the macabre, somber graveyard toward the village.
Leaping the seven foot iron fence with complete ease, he walked along the frigid, deserted street. The throbbing cock in his pants made him walk faster. He needed relief. It was time to stop lollygagging. He needed a woman, and now.
As he crossed the street he saw the answer to his unholy prayer. She was short, with a red scarf covering her head and a heavy woolen coat wrapped tightly around her, but he could tell she was young. She carried bundles, coming from a huge store the like of which he'd never known while alive. It had the word SUPERMARKET in bold neon letters, though he didn't recognize the kind of lighting.
The whole world was new to him. As he followed his quarry through an otherwise deserted center of town he was amazed at how things had changed. The short, yellow, candlelit and gaslit streetlamps had given away to a bright silvery kind of lighting he didn't recognize or understand. They lit up the entire network of streets, boulevards, and avenues. He hadn't seen a single horse, but instead noted the few sleek vehicles parked at the curb. Far in the distance he saw one of the vehicles moving and wondered how it was possible for it to move without a horse pulling it. Store fronts now had large, single panes of glass, and one of them had the word PIZZERIA on it, which prompted him to think it was the name of the store owner.
He continued walking, stalking his unknowing quarry, and passed a theatre marquee. He didn't recognize any of the names of the players and wondered what kind of plays the theaters presented now.
The woman in front of him slipped and dropped one of the bundles she was carrying. It was time for him to be of service. He hurried up to where she was kneeling, trying to pick up her package, and towering over her, knelt, saying, "Permit me."
She looked up at him, terrified at first, then reacting to his smile by smiling back. She was young, all right. No more than twenty-two or twenty-three, if that old.
"Th ... thank you," she replied, her voice a soft whisper mingling with the sounds of the dying breezes.
The snowflakes were fewer now, drifting listlessly downward. A light breeze arose for a moment and toyed with them, causing them to spin dizzily. Then the breeze did and the snowflakes fell listlessly to the sidewalk.
He piled her groceries back into the bag and picked it up, taking the other bag from her, as well. She offered no resistance. Good. She would be an easy one to overcome. His throbbing dick was straining so strongly against his pants he feared it might tear right through them.
They walked for more than a half mile, finally coming to a street -lined with houses; houses that hadn't been here when he had lived.
"What is a lovely young thing like yourself doing out on so frigid a night," he asked.
"I work during the day," she replied. T have no time to shop so I have to shop at night."
"You work? What about your husband?"
"I have no husband. I live alone."
"Alone? How can one so young and attractive not already be married?"
"I ... don't like men. I'm afraid of them."
"But you aren't afraid of me, are you?" he asked, staring directly into her eyes.
"Yes," she nodded. "I am afraid of you."
'What is your name?"
"I'm Nora. Nora Evans."
"Is this your house?" he asked, referring to the clapboard house before which they had stopped. "Yes."
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked, walking up to the front door, his eyes still riveted to hers.
"No."
"Why not?" he asked, as she took a key from her purse and unlocked the door.
"Because I know what will happen," she responded. "My mind can hear yours."
"And what will happen?" he asked, walking into the house with her.
He followed her into the kitchen and set the bundles down on the table. She turned on lights all along the way. It never occurred to him to marvel at the wonder of electricity.
"No," she begged piteously, while removing her scarf and coat. "Please don't."
"But I must, Nora," he told her, staring at her body.
She had a thin, almost scrawny neck, but that was her only bad feature. Her face was freckled, but was otherwise very pretty. She had dark brown, almost mousy hair, cut very short. And though she was on the thin side, he could see her breasts were very prominent.
"Now, Nora," he whispered, and his hand went to her throat, undoing the buttons of her pink blouse.
"Don't make me," she begged, following him as he walked into the bedroom.
It was a large bedroom. He didn't need light to see the single bed in the middle of the room, surrounded on both sides by night tables. He already had his opera cape undone and thrown off to the side across a chair. He noticed Nora's fingers faltering at the buttons on her blouse and said, "Continue, Nora."
The moment his eyes touched her, she resumed the removal of her blouse. She was in a helpless, hypnotic grip. She babbled, pleading for him to not do this thing, while at the same time removing first her blouse and then her bra.
The sight of those large mammaries bouncing out of her bra almost sent Sy into a frenzy. Large, soft white globes with delectably pink aureolae centered with blood-red nipples, nipples already enlarging as they seemed to feel his burning eyes on them.
"It isn't right," she wept, tears running from her eyes down her pouty cheeks.
"Who is to say the right or wrong of it?" he asked, removing his own clothes while his burning eyes remained focused on her ripe body. "I need a woman to soothe the burning in my groin. You must be that woman, Nora. It is an insatiable burning over which I have no control."
"I'm a virgin," she pleaded, removing her red skirt and then her white panty. She stood naked before him, letting his eyes savor her hips, her thighs, and the brown hair above her pink slit.
"Why is virginity such a prize?" he wanted to know. 'Will you visibly change after having lost a useless maidenhead? I need relief, and if taking your prized possession is the only way I can attain that relief, then so be it."
"There must be another way," she wept, her swollen breasts swinging from side to side as she backed away.
"There is," he nodded. "But you must do it willingly and not make me use my mind to control your actions. For if I cannot enjoy you, I shall use you as I see fit."
"What must I do?" she asked, sobs heaving in her chest causing her luscious tits to bounce.
"I am hung larger than most men," he answered. "Yet I seek total satisfaction. Were I to order you with my mind, you would lie down on the bed and I would plunge all seven inches of my shaft into your belly. I would disregard your cherry for my satiety is necessary. All seven inches must be taken in. You have begged me to spare that useless cherry, and so I shall, but you must take all seven inches of my cock into your mouth. You must use your lips, your tongue, and your teeth to bring me to the climax I so urgently need."
"In my mouth?" she gasped, causing those luscious tits of hers to jiggle.
"Either there, or in your cunt. The decision is yours."
"But how can my ... mouth hold such a long thing?"
"No matter how, you must do it. Make up your mind, now."
"All right," she nodded, "I'll suck it. But you have to help. I've never even dreamed of doing such a thing before. If I try, and then I back away, force me to do it physically. Not with your mind. Please, I can't stand seeing myself do these things as if I were willing."
He sat on the edge of the bed and she came around to his side. Kneeling in front of him, she was glad she'd left the lights off. True, she could feel his eyes on her, and she knew he could see her, but even with her eyes now accustomed to the dark, it was difficult to see.
His hands reached out and took her cheeks, drawing her close to the massive cock. She smelled nothing, but felt the cold of both his hands, and his prick. What kind of man was he?
Sy pointed the albino head at Nora's mouth, saying, "Don't think. Just suck."
His left hand now caressed the back of her neck, bringing her mouth to less than an inch away from his glans. He could feel her frenzied breath on it, and it made him all the more impatient.
She covered her teeth with her lips and clamped them together, tightly, terrified of the flesh pipe now that she was so close to it. Sy touched his cockhead to the tight lips. The searing cold of his monstrous cap penetrated her soft skin and made her whole body quake, yet his unrelenting hand grasped her neck, forcing her face against the prong.
"Open your, mouth," he whispered. "You'll love the taste once you feel the silky skin on your tongue."
A muffled series of "No's" came from the depths of her esophagus.
"You can be most contrary," he murmured, and put the thumb and middle finger of his right hand to her cheeks. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh and the tender inner tissues of her mouth were forced against her teeth. She fought desperately to keep her mouth closed, but the intense pain forced her to grudgingly open up. He kept the pressure on her cheeks constant, keening her mouth agape while he forced her head down on his throbbing, pulsating dick. Her distorted pleas were cut off as his cold, white cap poked between her wet lips.
Tears flowed from her eyes when the entire enormous cockhead entered her mouth and pressed frigidly against the flat of her tongue. Now that his bulging, seething glans was in her mouth, he released his fingers from her cheeks, but she couldn't back off because his other hand, still firmly grasping the back of her neck, held her mouth firmly on his prong.
"It isn't that bad," he chastised as he slowly moved his blood-engorged muscle deeper into her mouth. Her salivary glands began to over-produce, and she was forced to swallow her flooding saliva or choke. The swallowing action pulled on Sy's prick, making it-swell as sparks leaped up and down his spine. He jerked up, sending his thick tool slamming into Nora's mouth, the tip of his cock jabbing into her pharynx. She tried to grab the hot meat with her hands to keep herself from choking, but Sy grabbed her hands and said, "You have to swallow all of it."
Silently sobbing, the tears falling from her cheeks onto Sy's pelvis, Nora swallowed again and took more of the throbbing cock into her mouth. It pushed into the back of her throat, and for a moment she was afraid she'd throw up, but the thought of her precious virginity being taken from her made her swallow again and the massive head inched its way into her tight gullet. Deeper the cock went until her soft lips pressed into his pelvis.
For all her fear, Nora realized through her sorrow that she now exercised a certain power over this man. His butt wiggled like that of any other human, and both his hands were pressing on her head, urging her to keep that icy cock in her throat, heating it up.
Suddenly she realized it wasn't the obnoxious disgusting thing she had believed it to be. She found the velvety texture of the pipe to her liking, and her tongue began pressing hard against the sensitive underside of the prod.
His belly began to twitch and his thighs started trembling as her mouth pulled all the way back to the head, then rammed itself down along the silken-textured cock. Now she brought one hand around and began to cup and caress his heavy balls; balls laden with sperm waiting for so long to ejaculate.
Nora suddenly understood how much pleasure she was giving, and in the giving she also received. She sucked strongly, her jaws pulling on the prick. Now her own body began to tremble, and she realized she was feeling the same desire he'd felt and was still feeling. A wave of wild anticipation raced through her as the cock filled her esophagus. His pelvic hair brushed her nose and she caressed the balls now with both hands, stroking, stroking, stroking.
The icy pecker pulsed and Nora let her teeth sink into Sy's pubic hair. And then she felt the liquid rage down her swallowing throat; hot liquid, boiling liquid, from a frigid dong. She fought for breath, understanding she burned with hunger for the white, gooey, burning fluid flooding her throat. It spurted from the jerking cock driven into the depths of her frantically constricting throat. Desperately she milked his balls, now wanting every last drop she could suck from them.
She chewed on the softening middle of the cock, and it instantly hardened, and now began pistoning her head up and down with fantastic rapidity. And Sy helped, lying back and thrusting his hips upward to meet her jackhammering mouth. The cock slipped with now-practiced ease into her throat, where her esophagus contracted on it, squeezing the glans, almost crushing it.
Both his hand were on the back of her head, trying to drive the cock even deeper. His fingers twined themselves in her short, brown hair, causing pain, but to Nora it was wonderful pain. She had him under her control, if only for a brief instant. Having tasted his slimy jism she wanted one more drink.
In his prong went, even deeper, reaching to the depths of her insides, almost as if trying to reach her cunt from that direction. And then the hot, gurgling liquid came sputtering out again; just a little at first, and then more and more, until he was flooding her mouth with it. She swallowed and swallowed, but no matter how much she swallowed he had more. Soon it filled her mouth to overflowing and he could see the white and grey liquid seep out the sides of her mouth.
Now his cock began to go limp, and Sy knew it would be awhile before it grew again. But that was all right. The ache in his groin was completely gone. In less than five hours he would meet with his descendant, and his cock would once again be rampant and ready to plunge. But Nora had done her work well, the pain was gone, and his nuts no longer throbbed.
Out of breath now, Sy looked at Nora, who was smiling, and said, "If I wanted to fuck you now you'd beg for it, wouldn't you."
"Maybe," she acknowledged. I'll admit I'm glad I did what I did. I no longer fear a man's penis, and so I no longer fear any man."
"Get dressed," he ordered, and she hesitantly did so.
He, too, dressed, saying, "You have a superb figure. Your tits are right for the mouth of any good, hungry man. Your cunt, though untouched, still fills with juice, and when the right man comes along, if you are wise, you will let him clean it out with his tongue."
"Why not your tongue?" she asked. "I did it for you. Surely, before you go, you can do it for me."
"Would I were able and had the time," he said to her. "But I must keep the rest of my stamina for the balance of the night."
"That's unfair," Nora protested.
"True," he acknowledged, "and because I like you so much and wish to see no harm befall you, I now command you to fall asleep."
And Nora sank onto the bed as if in a coma.
"Sleep until the morning," he commanded, "and when you wake, remember none of this."