Schizo

The voices were everywhere now.
They were loudest in the people,
but they were coming from tin cans and newspapers too.

The CIA demons were worst,
hiding in the spheres,
screaming into her mind.

They wanted her desperately, she knew.
She was the biggest threat they faced.
The Demonmaster.

She caught a glimpse of her own haunted eyes
in the drugstore window,
staring at themselves,

each seeing the shadows dancing beneath
the other's coal-black pupils and watching her
as she slowly raised her hand

in a perfunctory attempt to smooth her wild,
untamed windblown hair.
The CIA demons were growing louder now,

their come-hither messages emanating
from the tortured boy across the street, the one toting
the dog-eared physics book.

They screamed and begged for their release
from their spherical prisons, to join the army of their brethren
that floated in her mind.

She crossed the street,
smiled and placed the boy's free hand
firmly on her breast,

then kissed him on the cheek, silently smiled, and slowly led him by the hand
into the darkness of the alley, the dumpster
shielding them from prying eyes.

Why is it,she wondered,that Superman rates a phone booth
but the Demonmaster only a lowly dumpster?
She pressed the boy against the wall,

crushing her body against his,
hearing the demons inside him screaming for revenge
like a frenzied horde of cicadas.

She kissed him firmly on the mouth,
ground her body into his and let her
hand rove down his body

until it found his belt.
The physics book hit the ground,
now of no more relevance than a parallel universe

lost forever in the braneworld.
She felt him shudder as she tossed the belt
into the darkness of the alley and let her hands drop

to his crotch, feeling his aching stiffness,
then descending to his spheres,
feeling the demons throbbing,

begging for release. She undid his pants,
pulling them down to his ankles, as her mouth descended
to the bare flesh of his spheres, feeling the demons

trembling and feeling the boy's ecstasy. This was his first
such exorcism she knew, as she gently took his left ball into
her mouth and wrapped her hand around the hard missile launcher

that would propel the demons deep inside her, to join
the helpless legions now at the Demonmaster's
beck and call.

She sucked the right sphere now, and ran her hand up and down
the geek's hard shaft, squeezing it as she pumped him,
licking him underneath his balls, running her tongue in circles

as she pumped him harder and faster, then running her tongue
up and down the length of his cock, as she squeezed it with her hands and
pressed it tightly against her lips and flickering tongue.

She rose and engulfed the head of his cock, lowering her hands,
to his moving, aching balls; she swallowed him, toying with his spheres,
as she began to bob her head up and down the throbbing length of his shaft,

teasing him with her tongue, squeezing him with her lips,
as she nursed on him like the hungry succubus that she was.
His hands were on her head now, his fingers entangled

with her snarled hair, and he gripped her head, holding it tightly against him
as he arched his back and poured himself into her hungry, willing, and
eager mouth.

She felt the demons' shrieks and protests as the hot stream
poured down her throat and they joined the army of fiends
already at the Demonmaster's command.

She looked over at the boy, now slumped against the wall
his mind finally quiet, his brain (at least temporarily) free
of demons, finally knowing the peace that had so long been denied him.

The Demonmaster rose, smiled at him, then slowly
began to walk out of the alley, the hunger already beginning to grow.
A Demonmaster's work was never done.