Drummer Boy - Back Into Hell Ch. 04

He tried this. It ended painfully.

"Or...fuck that noise," Jason said, uncurling himself from where he'd landed in a heap on the floor. "Ow."

Jason pulled himself up to a sitting position. "I don't think I'm ready for this Cirque du Soleil shit, even if I wasn't already hopped up on demon liquor. Seriously, though, what's the fucking problem with beds?! I think these chicks just have a thing for chains and shit."

Jason heard movement behind him then. He figured it was Granny returning, and turned around to greet her.

"Done hobnobbing already?" he began, "'Cause I got some serious questions about these-"

It was not Granny. It was the little blonde pixie girl from Granny's Aerie. She was wearing the same silver bodysuit, apparently mended after their last encounter. And she he was methodically going through his jeans pockets.

"Hey..." Jason paused, at a loss for a name, "...you! Leave my stuff alone!"

The woman glanced at him briefly, and then immediately went back to rummaging in his pockets.

"Are you stupid?" Jason said. "I said to lay off my shit!"

He stood up, now brave and angry, and stormed toward the woman. He was almost within range when she dropped his jeans to the floor. She held up her hands.

"Want this," she said. She wiggled her left hand. In it was the remainder of his pack of Wrigley's.

"Are you serious?" Jason said.

"Oh, yeah," the woman said. "Fuck yeah."

In less time than Jason thought possible, the woman unwrapped like eight sticks of gum and stuffed them into her mouth. She chomped loudly on the wad of gum, "mmmmm"ing and moaning to herself.

"Oh FUCK yeah!" she said again, this time with feeling.

Jason was thoroughly confused. On one hand, she sure seemed like the same woman he'd fucked before. But if that was the case, how'd she get here?

On the other hand, maybe there was one of these women in every Aerie. Maybe this deranged human was their plucky dog?

Either way, she sure enjoyed her gum. The way she moved while chewing on her wad, rubbing her thighs together and running her hands all over herself, combined with all the moaning ... it seemed like she was in it for more than just the flavor.

"Well...alright, then," Jason said. "If that's all you came for, you can kindly fuck off now."

The woman's chewing slowed, and she looked at him seriously.

"Nah," she said. She walked briskly toward Jason.

"Ohhh no," Jason said. "I'm really not in the mood. You wanna play, the party's downstairs."

"Nah," the woman said again.

She walked right up to him and, without pausing, got right up in Jason's personal space. She pressed her body up against his, making as if to mount him.

Jason immediately put his hands firmly on her shoulders, and pushed her away.

"For real, lady," Jason said. "No means no."

The woman rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Oh come on," she said, and got right up on him again.

"Okay," Jason said, "you asked for it."

Jason remembered how strong she, or the other one, had been. She'd been a match for him then, but now he had demon strength on his side.

He pushed her, hard, putting everything he had into it. A look of surprise crossed her face, and then she was tumbling backwards. She rolled a few times before coming to a halt halfway across the room.

"I warned you," Jason said.

The woman wasn't moving. She'd faceplanted at an oddly comical angle, on her knees, with her silvered ass pointed up in the air.

Jason's pride at defending himself quickly turned into worry. Had he accidentally killed her? He hadn't meant to. Good lord, how was he gonna explain this to-

*chomp* *chomp*

Worry faded into relief, as the woman picked herself up and turned to contemplate Jason, smacking on her gum with renewed fervor.

"Now get outta here," Jason said, "unless you want some more."

"More?" the woman said. *chomp* *chomp* "Oh, fuck yeah!"

She rushed at Jason then. She was a good fifteen feet away, so Jason had a couple of seconds to prepare. He wasn't much of a fighter, true, but that was enough time to both brace himself, and launch a haymaker right at her cute little noggin.

Jason barely even registered what happened next. All he knew was that she somehow got a hand under his punching arm, throwing his blow off course, while at the same time punching him in the gut with her other hand.

Jason "ooof"ed, both in surprise and in pain. While he was busy doing that, the woman gripped the wrist of his punching hand and yanked it hard to the side. Already off balance, it was Jason's turn to go sprawling face-first onto the floor.

The klonk in his brain was still rattling around in there when Jason felt the woman grab one of his wings. She pulled hard on it, muttering "Come on...you know what this is..."

She effortlessly flipped Jason onto his back, and he didn't have the presence of mind to do anything but comply.

Jason stared up at the woman. Despite her small stature, she loomed menacingly above him. She didn't smile, hell, didn't betray any emotions at all, just steadily smacked her gum a couple more times.

"I know you want it, bitch," she said.

The woman ran a finger down the front of her silver bodysuit and it parted, forming an opening that went all the way down to her crotch, to reveal a pussy that was already wet and ready.

"All you fucking bitches want it," she said.

"Hey, fuck you, lady!" Jason said.

Jason started kicking at her, bicycling his legs in the air, hoping to buy himself some time, maybe even get her to back off. Not a great plan, but Jason wasn't exactly thinking straight.

The woman simply watched him for a few seconds. Then she grabbed one flailing leg by the ankle. Then she pushed his kneecap inward to straighten it, and started humping her pussy against his foot.

"That's good, bitch, real good," the woman said. "I like 'em spunky."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Jason said. "You need ... you need to fucking stop!"

Jason couldn't help but hear the helplessness in his voice, made all the more pitiful by the higher pitch from Granny's transformation.

"Stop? Oh we're just gettin' started, filly," the woman said, moaning and smacking her gum, continuing to grind her pussy against Jason's foot.

Using Jason's ankles, the woman spread Jason's legs wide apart. She stepped calmly through them as if they were a gate, and then squatted over his erection.

"You gonna be sweet to me, baby?" she said. "You're sweet to me, I maybe go easy on ya."

Jason's thought were confused, whirling around in his head. "Sweet" how? What was "easy"? Did he have a choice? What was the right answer? Was there any answer that would make her stop? How could he get out of this?

He thought for too long, and his body reacted on instinct. His wings flapped against the stone floor, and then began pushing against it, trying to raise up. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but he was doing something.

"God dammit," the woman said.

She punched Jason right in the face. Bright little stars flickered around his vision. His wings gave out, and his body dropped back down.

"Hard way, then," the woman said. "I like your style, toots."

In one rough motion, the woman ripped his boxers off of him, exposing his erection.

"That's the business," the woman said. She squatted fully onto Jason's groin then, and began ramming her hips up and down, fucking herself on Jason's dick. "I knew you fucking wanted it."

"Screw you, lady!" Jason said. "Screw you and your whole-"

She punched Jason in the face again, and this time, everything went black.

To Be Continued