Anathema: The Story of Lindie

When she felt his shaft throbbing, signaling he was about to explode, she would push him back just enough to ensure his gobs of come would land on her tongue before flowing down her throat.

That was the three hundred and twenty-second time she coaxed Allen to come in her mouth. She secretly looked forward to three hundred and twenty-two more. In the last two years, she had sucked or been fucked by over a hundred cocks. Less than half of the men to whom they were attached were still alive. She was sure Allen would be around for many years to come, and giggled at the pun as he spasmed in her face. She never tired of the taste of Allen's come. She had even gone so far as to squat over a wine glass after he had orgasmed several times inside her pussy. She considered trying to salvage the loads he deposited in her rectum, but worried about his reaction if Allen were to ever see her doing that.

He was no expert at lovemaking. But what he knew was enough to satisfy Lindie on a regular basis, and Allen was always eager to please her.

To Allen, every time he made love to Lindie, it was a new adventure. To Lindie, their lovemaking was not only a pleasurable experience, but also a necessity to her existence. The fact that Allen could come so frequently made her thankful every day that she found him. Some creatures fed off the flesh or blood of others to survive. Lindie had a thing for come.

She swallowed slowly, savoring the flavor. Within minutes, he was sound asleep.

Allen slept peacefully next to his wife as she read his dreams. A tear ran down Lindie's cheek. She shifted slightly under his arms and felt an unfamiliar pain overcome her. It felt as if her skin were on fire, especially on her forearms and shoulders. She even felt the pain on the back of her legs. The desire to cool her skin was almost maddening. She had never felt anything like it.

She smiled awkwardly as she realized it was her first sunburn. "Why now?" she wondered.

Over the last two years, Lindie had transformed from an odd, but pretty girl to a sexy young woman. She had also transformed -- on more than one occasion -- from a woman into something else. She hadn't figured out 'what' she was, but she thought she was beginning to understand 'why' she was.

It wasn't long ago that a simple question in church led her to her oldest sister, and someone claiming to be her brother. Pam died at the hands of her alleged brother, and Lindie was helpless to prevent it.

She was also helpless, initially, to keep from being gang-raped by two-dozen college boys. It wasn't until they had each taken her that she was able to prevent them from repeating the performance.

Later that same day, she was forced to watch as David, her alleged brother of whom she had no memory, mercilessly fucked her sister's lifeless body. When he finished with her sister, he effortlessly held Lindie down and brutally fucked her for nearly three hours, and she was unable to stop him. She had transformed into something non-human, full of incredible strength. But she could not -- or would not through any will of her own -- stop him.

From the time she was thirteen, Lindie could draw upon her newfound, unexplainable abilities. They had always been there when she needed them. She just couldn't figure out why her powers left her when they did -- making her so vulnerable. She didn't understand why she couldn't foresee David's plan or save her oldest sister. So much had happened, and so much had gone wrong.

She had to be smarter.

Life had suddenly become more complicated for Lindie. She had feelings for Allen, the young man she had hired to help at the tavern she managed. Her feelings for him were strong enough to say "yes" when he asked her to marry him, but his companionship and never-ending supply of semen were the true reasons she initially agreed to marry him.

As with most girls her age, her comprehension of love hadn't fully developed, but that -- as well as her own physical being -- began to change as they embarked on a road trip halfway across the country.

It had been almost three months since Lindie last "transformed" and she wondered if the curse (if that's what it was) had been lifted. She avoided populated areas, fearing what she learned when reading people's minds would send her into an uncontrolled rage resulting in the violent deaths of everyone around her.

Hearing what people thought before they said it was an ability she struggled with daily. She stopped herself on several occasions from asking Allen to stop repeating himself, realizing he was just thinking about what he was going to say before he said it.

Lindie also struggled with keeping her "condition" a secret from Allen. She knew she could trust him, but she feared his knowledge could be used against them. She suspected he knew something was different about her, but out of respect for her, he never pursued it.

He never questioned her when she was late for a date, or disappeared for days at a time.

She would simply say she "had work to do" or she was "taking care of business" and that's where it ended.

If he still felt sad or hurt, she would try to make up for it by blowing him wherever they stood. She once blew him in a public park, amongst hundreds of people, in the middle of the afternoon.

Nobody noticed.

While his dick was in her mouth, he would look around and wonder why nobody stopped and stared. But minutes later, he would have no recollection of the act -- just a sense of acute fatigue -- and no memory of her being late or missing. She particularly preferred that outcome.

One thing that convinced Lindie that she was still "different" was her lack of a requirement for sleep. She had stayed awake for almost two weeks after Allen asked her to marry him. She couldn't remember ever staying awake so long, but she didn't physically suffer from the effects.

No dark circles under the eyes.

No irritability.

Just a slight nervousness.

Deep down, she was afraid David was coming back, and this time he would take Allen from her.

Several weeks would pass before she would sleep more than three or four hours a night.

Now, only a few hundred miles from her remaining sister's campground in southwest Michigan, she felt nervous again.

They packed like campers and only used a motel room when the weather was too wet and windy for a tent. The temperature consistently dropped fifteen to twenty degrees everywhere they went, but Allen didn't seem to notice. It had been a warm summer, and everyone welcomed a break from the heat.

Lindie carefully slipped out of the connected sleeping bags and put on a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt. The lodge had relatively clean showers and toilets, and Lindie suddenly felt the need to use them.

Although it was pitch black outside, Lindie easily found her toiletry items and quietly unzipped the tent and headed for the lodge.

There were very few campers at this campground. Twenty years ago, the place would have been packed with tents and RV's, but times had changed. She counted three RV's and five other tents.

Everyone was asleep.

Lindie placed her towel and clean clothes on the counter in the lodge's women's room, undressed, and found a clean stall. While she sat on the toilet, she heard a man's voice cursing, followed by footsteps moving in her direction.

She tried to be quiet, but realized her towel and clothing were still on the counter. She tried to quietly wipe, but knew as soon as she pulled off several sheets of toilet paper, he had heard her.

"Hey, there?" the man said.

"I think you're in the wrong bathroom." Lindie answered.

"Pipe's broken. I'm just gonna use the shower over here, if that's okay," he said, not caring if it was okay with her or not.

"Can you wait a few minutes?" Lindie asked.

"Can you?" he replied. He walked toward the counter and looked at Lindie's things. "Two pairs of shorts and two t-shirts. How many of you are there?"

"Just me." Lindie sighed.

"Well, I can't wait to see if you look as good as you sound," the man chuckled.

Lindie wiped again, then flushed the toilet. She wasn't about to sit on the toilet all night. She sighed, and then opened the door to the stall and stepped out wearing nothing but flip-flops.

"Satisfied?" Lindie asked.

"Lord have mercy!" the man said happily.

"Don't worry. He does." Lindie answered, smiling. She walked toward the counter and grabbed her soap, shampoo, and towel. She was amused at his small frame. He looked to be in his fifties, complete with grey hair and large belly, but with small, muscular arms and legs.

"What do you say we shower together?" the man asked. His shorts formed a tent in front of him. The sight was almost comical. Lindie found it difficult not to laugh, but made a point of not being cruel.

"And then what? Do you want to fuck me while I bend over for the soap?" Lindie asked.

"If you want!" the man said excitedly.

"I'm married." Lindie said apologetically.

"Me too. But it's okay. My wife and I swing. She would totally get into it if she knew I was screwing you!" The man pulled his shorts down to reveal an abnormally large cock for such a small frame. Lindie breathed in deeply. Her sixth sense of being able to know every detail of every sexual experience from the smell of someone's sexual organs suddenly kicked in.

Forty women. All of them willing, and all of them repeat customers. This guy was very good in bed. Her pussy instantly became warm and wet.

Without saying a word, Lindie walked past him and hung her towel on a hook next to a showerhead. She put her soap and shampoo on the tray sticking out of the wall, and stepped aside as she turned on the water.

When it was warm enough, she stepped under the showerhead. She reached for the soap, and then dropped it, looking over her shoulder at the little old man.

"Well?" Lindie asked.

He almost slipped as he quickly walked to her, taking off the rest of his clothes. Lindie had to look away as she giggled. When she looked back at him, she was shocked at the size of his cock.

It was the size of her forearm and stuck straight out in front of him.

His kisses on her breasts and back tickled, and she wasn't sure she would be able to stand the feeling of his beard on her ass or legs. She bent down and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth before squatting and examining his long, thick dick.

She was in awe. She could barely get her lips around the shaft. She wasn't sure how that was going to fit in her pussy.

She stood back up and wet her hair so it would stay behind her head. She paused for a moment, as she remembered she was married, and this wasn't the sort of thing normal married women were supposed to do. But then again, she wasn't a normal married woman. She knew she would probably struggle with this later, but for now, she wanted to feel what forty other women felt and made them come back for more.

She spread her legs and bent over, giving the little old man a perfect view of her glistening wet pussy and asshole. He caressed her legs and thighs as he pressed the head of his cock against her pussy. She leaned back and groaned as she slid onto his shaft.

It wasn't so much painful as it was uncomfortable, at first. She wondered why so many women would come back for more -- of this. Then, the little old man shifted and began gyrating his hips as his thrusts became faster and deeper.

Her legs instantly became weak.

His girth completely filled her, and without even touching her clit, he brought her to orgasm within minutes.

She leaned against the shower wall, bracing herself as he fucked her harder. Even after fifteen minutes, the little old man didn't stop thrusting. Instead, he fucked her faster. Lindie's ass cheeks shook as she slammed back against him, meeting his thrusts, and forcing his large cock into her as far as it could go. She hadn't been fucked so hard or so well since that son-of-a-bitch David had his way with her.

"Uhhhh, would you, uhhhh, mind coming, uhhhh, in my mouth?" Lindie asked as her tits swung wildly beneath her.

"Oh, aren't you the sweetest thing?" the man said as he continued to pound into her pussy. He could feel her vaginal walls tightening around his shaft and knew she was riding another of possibly several orgasms. "Don't worry dearie, I've been shooting blanks for years. I won't get ya' pregnant."

Shaken, Lindie pulled away from him, stood up, and looked down to face him

"Didn't I ask nicely enough?" Lindie whispered with a hiss.

"A hot little sweetie like you? Who knows, maybe you might tap the bottom of the barrel?" the little old man replied as he stood up and proudly displayed his long, thick member now covered in her wetness.

Lindie pulled his face to her tits. She reached down and took hold of his cock and stroked it softly, then knelt in front of him and rubbed his cock on her face. His thick tool spasmed and thickened, and the old man looked as if he was in intense pain.

She licked the underside of his balls, rolling her tongue around his hairy sack, and then returned to his veiny shaft. He was a very good fuck, and he had a very talented dick, she would have to admit. He didn't know it, but he made her come three times in ten minutes. But he was denying her what she craved the most -- a mouthful of come.

She placed the mammoth head of his dick in her mouth and did her best to relax her jaw and throat. The more she managed to slide down her throat, the easier it became to take in more. Within seconds, her nose was pressed hard again the little old man's white, sparse pubic hair.

She tightened her lips around the base of his shaft and slowly pulled back.

"Oh dear Lord! What kind of girl are you? Nobody has ever been able to take my dick down their throat!" the man exclaimed. "That can't be possible!"

Lindie sucked his full length back down her throat, and slowly pulled back again. Her fingers were caressing his balls and occasionally probing his asshole.

She could feel his cock throb in her mouth and down her throat, and the feeling excited her even more. She could taste the pre-come dribbling from his cock, and pulled back so she could taste the real thing on her tongue.

Lindie kept a tight lip-lock around his shaft as her hand stroked feverishly. The old man began to howl, but Lindie was too focused to notice.

Just then, a middle-aged man with a flashlight came running into the shower area.

"Dave, what are you doing with that girl?" The middle-aged man asked, seconds before being covered in a spray of blood.

Lindie's teeth had turned razor-sharp as soon as she heard the name. She instantly ripped the little old man's cock from his body at the base of the shaft and vomited his flesh between his feet. Her nails had turned to claws as she reached through the old man's chest and crushed his spine. Before his body hit the floor, she had reached up and separated the old man's jaw from his skull, tossing it aside the way the old man used to toss his hat onto a rack when he was younger.

The middle-aged man cried in terror and turned to run away, but the sharp tip of one of Lindie's bat-like wings pierced his calf and pinned him to the ground.

Lindie stood up and walked toward the middle-aged man. As she moved closer, she noticed her reflection in the mirrors near the porcelain sinks. She had never seen her reflection in this state, and she paused momentarily to admire the savage beauty of her transformation. Her skin was almost as white and porcelain as the sinks next to her. Her wings looked majestic. If it weren't for the small spatters and sprays of blood on her body, she would have guessed she was the most beautiful thing ever created.

"Help! Somebody help!" the middle-aged man cried, startling Lindie.

He was instantly silenced as the tip of her other wing came up through the bottom of his jaw and through the top of his skull. She was getting better at this.

Unfortunately, her rage at the very name "David" caused her to kill two mostly innocent men.

Her heart suddenly felt heavy. None of this would have happened if she had kept her vows.

The sin was not finished, though, as she realized the torment experienced by the wives of these men would be maddening. As quickly and quietly as the wind, she passed through the campground, found the unsuspecting women, and painlessly and mercifully sent them to join their husbands in eternal peace.

When the bloodletting was finally over, she realized that her human nature would always prevent her from being perfect. She was a near-perfect being, but she was a near-perfect being that now liked to fuck -- maybe a little bit too much.

Retribution for this sin would be severe.

She returned to the lodge and picked up as much as she could of the remains of the two men, and deposited them in the thick woods. She wasn't interested in concealing the crime.

She wanted to buy herself and Allen time to be far away from this place when the bodies were discovered. She cleaned the showers quickly but effectively, and then, two hours after she initially walked into the lodge, she took her shower.

When she returned to the campsite, the sun was just beginning to rise. She started a small fire for breakfast, and burned the campground's registrar's log and the fake ID she used to register for the weekend camping permit.

Allen crawled out of the tent, blinking hard, and displaying a partial erection.

"How's the missus this morning?" Allen asked with a yawn.

She looked at Allen and smiled, secretly worrying if she had just put his life in jeopardy because of her infidelity.

"She's thinking about desert before breakfast" Lindie said as she pushed him back into the tent. She pulled down his shorts and lovingly sucked his cock until he filled her mouth with come. She held the come in her mouth for several seconds, the way a drunk makes the most of a shot of whiskey, and then swallowed.

A few hours later, Lindie and Allen packed and headed into town for an early lunch. They made love through breakfast, and Allen was afraid they would fuck through lunch, too, if they didn't get back on the road.

Allen drove all day and most of the night. A storm seemed to follow them, and Allen was adamant about getting a motel room. He thought they would have plenty of time to "rough it" the following day when they went to her sister's campground. There was no point in weathering a strong storm when there was a warm, cozy motel room right up the road.

Lindie conceded but they had to go through several rooms before she felt comfortable spending the night in one. She could sense every customer that had stayed in each room, and everything they did, and she didn't like it.

Husbands cheating on their wives.

Wives cheating on their husbands.

College guys trying to get in the pants of college (and sometimes high school) girls.

Husbands arranging for their unsuspecting wives to be fucked by several men.

Wives arranging for their unsuspecting husbands to be fucked by several men.

Straight porn films.

Gay porn films.

Rape.

Torture.

Murder.

Lindie could see and smell every detail, filling her memory as if she were there when it happened.

She finally settled on a room were very little happened at all. As usual, Allen didn't question her strange behavior. He loved her no matter how weird she was at times.

Lindie took a quick shower and put on the nicest clothes she packed. Allen showered after her, coming out of the small bathroom naked.

"Why are you all dressed up? Are we going somewhere?" Allen asked, unaware of his growing erection.

"We're going out to eat somewhere nice, tonight," Lindie answered.

"There's a nice Italian restaurant nearby. A dress-up place. My treat." Lindie smiled.

Allen wasn't sure what to wear, but Lindie produced freshly pressed pants and a shirt, silk boxers, designer socks, and very expensive-looking shoes. He looked at the clothes in disbelief.