Nora's Big Mistake Ch. 31

She started the playback. A man's voice spoke first, "Alright Misty, you can start now. Please, tell me what happened to you."

The girl spoke haltingly, "I was in the department's student lounge, where they keep all the reference books, working late into the evening on a report that's due tomorrow..."

Start Flashback....

Misty sat at the computer, several books and notebooks open around her. She only half listened to her friend Katie who was chattering away on her cell earpiece. Then she heard another voice from the doorway, "Young lady, this building is closing soon, I'm going to need to lock up for the night."

Misty looked up from her report, she didn't recognize the man but he was obviously a janitor or professor or something. She replied, "I know, I'm sorry, I'm almost finished with this and then I'll leave."

The man walked up to MIsty and said, "That's okay. The building is empty. Nobody's going to hear you." She started to ask what he meant when he grabbed her breasts.

She jumped out of her chair and stumbled back, shouting "Hey! What the hell are you doing!" She was horrified to see that he now had his pants open with his erect cock sticking out. She was even more horrified when a second cock emerged. She looked up and found that his eyes were now glowing bright red. She stuttered, "What... what the fuck are you?" The man, no, the creature, only smiled in reply. A cruel, evil smile. She glanced back down and saw he had three dicks now.

Panic managed to overtake her amazement and she made a break for the door, dashing around the creature. She was yanked to a halt when something grabbed her wrist, then her ankle too. Her eyes went wide as she saw it was not the creature's hands, but his cocks, reaching across the room, more like tentacles now. She began to scream and shout for help as the third and a fourth tentacle cock took hold of her other wrist and ankle.

The creature laughed and taunted, "Yes, scream! Scream all you want! There is no one else around! No help will come!" The tentacles turned Misty around to face him, and pulled her arms up above her head and her legs wide apart. She continued screaming as she watched the creature continue to change, growing taller and sprouting horns and a tail, its clothes vanishing as its skin turned dark. She struggled against the tentacles but their grip was too strong, and they increased their hold on her by coiling further up her arms and legs, well past her elbows and knees.

Katie pulled her phone away from her ear as Misty's protests turned to screams. She ended the call and dialed 911.

Two more cocks grew out from the monster's crotch and extended into tentacles, this time they invaded Misty's blouse. She shuddered as she felt them slithering across her stomach and around her back. They wrapped back around to her front again, pulled the front of her bra down and off her breasts, then wrapped around them and began gently squeezing while the tips of the tentacles rubbed against her nipples. She begged, "Please no, please stop, let me go," over and over. Now that they could fully support her body, the tentacles lifted her up off the floor. She hung in the air, fighting against it but helpless, suspended by the disgusting tentacles.

The next tentacle went under Misty's knee-length skirt and into her panties. In and out, wrapping around them. She screamed again as it pulled them until they tore off. She felt it return and start rubbing the outside of her pussy. She pleaded, "Why, why are you doing this?" Several more tentacles working together grabbed at her blouse and skirt and ripped them off of her body as well, followed by her bra, discarding the ruined scraps of fabric onto the floor below. They even yanked off her shoes and socks, leaving her completely naked and feeling even more helpless. The tentacle at her pussy began to push inside and Misty screeched, "Noooooo!" at the top of her lungs.

The monster just laughed again, and said "You have such a lovely pussy!" The tentacle fucked Misty's pussy, slowly but surely pushing further and further in with every stroke. She thrashed her body against the tight grip of the tentacles, screaming and moaning as she fought with all her strength to no avail. Before long her pussy was invaded deeper than any of the guys she'd ever been with could reach. Finally it found the limit, filling her as much as it could. It started pulling out slowly, then stopped and began pounding her even harder. Her body shook with each thrust. The beast taunted her again, "Yeeeeesss, you're such a good fuck!"

Misty felt her body starting to betray her as her moans of protest gradually became moans of pleasure. She lost track of time as the tentacle rammed deep into her pussy over and over. She snapped out of it when she felt a new tentacle rubbing across her asshole. She renewed her struggles and begged him again, "No no no no not there please not there." Naturally, that didn't deter the beast at all, and the tentacle forced itself into Misty's ass. At the sudden entry, she screamed and started sobbing. It fucked her backdoor, slowly progressing deeper inside, just as the one in her pussy had done.

Officer Nina of the local police arrived outside the building just as a campus policeman did. Nina drew her sidearm and took point as they went inside and searched the building for a girl in distress. Misty's last scream echoed down the hallway and they ran towards the sound. Of all the possibilities that had run through her mind, what she saw when she reached the lounge was not one of them. She yelled the only appropriate response to finding a twenty foot monster, gripping a naked girl in its long tentacles, "Holy shit!", then emptied her gun into the beast.

The tentacles went limp and the girl dropped to the floor with them. She pulled free of them and crawled away as the monster clutched at its bleeding wounds, grunting in pain, and slowly collapsed. Nina ran to her and scooped her up. The campus officer looked in behind her and said, "Jesus Christ, what the hell is that thing?"

Nina said, "We're not staying here to find out," and the two of them rushed the grateful girl back out to the squad cars.

End Flashback....

"...and I got out my emergency blanket so she could cover herself. I had her wait in the back seat of my car until the ambulance arrived and took her away. Per instructions from dispatch I stood guard outside the building until the military helicopter arrived." The recording of Nina's testimony ended there. She was clearly disturbed by what she had witnessed but her training allowed her to maintain her composure. Misty, on the other hand, was a wreck. She had broken down crying several times while recounting the attack.

Alex followed Nina's example as best she could, but still took several moments to gather herself before she could ask, "Alright, do you have anything you can to add to that?"

"Add? Yeah, I can add something. Getting shot really hurts," Gork said.

"You know you don't actually look like you've been shot," Alex said. "You weren't even bleeding any more when they brought you in here. Rapid healing seems to be a universal trait in shape-shifters, I take it that's the case with you as well?"

"Yes, yes, that's right. But that doesn't lessen the trauma of the wounds. That modern gun was much more powerful than anything I've ever been attacked with before. It took a lot out of me, obviously, since I was still lying there in too much pain to move when your soldiers came and shot me with knock-out darts."

Alex found herself completely unsympathetic to the monster's pain. She decided to go directly to the big question on her mind, and asked point blank, "Why do you do it, anyway? What is the driving force of a rape demon?"

"What do you think it is?" Gork countered.

Alex considered it and ventured, "Among humans, rape is much more often about power than it is about the sex itself. It's a way for a man to impose dominance over a woman he knows, to strike back at women in general in cases of rape of a stranger, even as a tool of terror by soldiers of totalitarian governments to reinforce the idea of helplessness in the oppressed citizens."

The demon chuckled, and said, "Well yes, the power thing is very nice. I completely enjoy my dominance over you lesser beings. Hell, plenty of spirits and demons in the old days liked to cause trouble with humans just for entertainment or to inflate their egos. Your kind would call it petty and cruel. It took me a long time to understand those concepts and the other nonsense you primates call morality. Once I did, well, I think it's absolutely delightful to be this thing you call evil."

"But that's not the only reason?" Alex ventured. "What's the rest of it?"

Gork stared at her quietly, reluctant to answer. Alex stared right back. Finally the monster gave in. "Oh, fine. I can't really keep this from you anyway, given my situation. How best to put this, you know how your kind often describes lust as if it were hunger? Well for me, it's not a metaphor. They literally are one and the same."

"Are you saying you feed on rapes?" Alex asked in disbelief.

"Essentially, yes. More specifically, I take sustenance from the raw, base emotions and sensations that they invoke in the girl, things like fear, pain, pleasure, lust," Gork answered.

"Wait, I get the fear and pain, but lust and pleasure?" said Alex. "Those are not words normally associated with rape."

Gork laughed wickedly, then explained, "Oh, sure, plenty of girls fight it the entire time, and I get what I need from that. The panic, the desperation, the despair of being violated, are all quite nice indeed, but when they enjoy it, it's much... what words would you use... tastier, and more filling. Most of those girls start to like it despite themselves, so some nice embarrassment or guilt gets added to the mix. And the ones that accept their plight, stop resisting, and give themselves over to it are the most delicious of all."

"So what you're saying is when you're attacking a girl, you're actually trying to make her feel good?" Alex said incredulously.

"Ideally, yes. Absolutely," replied Gork with a wicked grin. "And if I bring her to orgasm, mmmmmmmm, it's like a feast!" Alex shuddered. As a woman, she was completely disgusted by this trivializing of the abuse he inflicted on his victims. As a scientist though, she was intrigued. What he described was the most unlikely form of metabolism she'd ever heard of, and a startling discovery if it was the slightest bit true. The demon sensed her unease and pushed it further. "You know, that girl, Misty, of course she didn't admit it on that recording of yours, but when the policemen interrupted us, she was already starting to enjoy getting fucked in two holes. In fact, I was about to slip a second tentacle in her ass when I was interrupted." Alex couldn't keep the discomfort from showing on her face, even though she was trying to take him at his word here.

The mention of Misty's name also made Alex realize she had gotten sidetracked. She composed herself and continued, "Right, your capture. In case you're curious, the soldiers in that chopper Nina mentioned collected you and sent you on your way to the base near here while agents debriefed everyone involved and assigned them a cover story. If anybody asks, Misty was raped at gunpoint by an ordinary human, Officer Nina interrupted, they exchanged fire, and the rapist was killed. Only the military counselor we will assign to the girl will ever discuss what really happened to her."

"So you keep yourselves and your captured monsters a secret from the world. Very tidy," Gork said. "Not that I'm complaining about that, mind you."

"No, you wouldn't want to be public knowledge anymore than we do," Alex said. "And apparently you've done a remarkably good job of it if the first we've seen or heard of your kind is the morning you're brought in. We pay attention to these things, ancient mythology and today's urban legends alike. Although, rape is such an underreported crime as it is, so maybe it's not that surprising if your victims never tell anyone. And those that do have probably used the same lie we gave Misty in order to keep from sounding delusional." She paused, lost in thought for a moment, then said, "You know, you may just fit the description of incubus after all."

"Do tell," Gork said, though his tone conveyed that he didn't really care.

"Girls in the medieval era would have been just as hesitant to tell the whole truth about being tentacle raped," Alex posited. "Given the trauma and embarrassment, they wouldn't have wanted to describe the full details any more than a modern girl. Monica herself probably wouldn't have if others hadn't witnessed the tentacles too. People did still believe in demons though, so they could just reveal that much, that an inhuman creature assaulted them. And that makes things fall in line with most of the classic sex demons. They were said to seduce women or attack them in their beds while they slept, and feed on their energies. The modern interpretation is that stories of such things were hallucinations due to sleep paralysis or scapegoating out of wedlock pregnancies in a time when premarital sex was highly stigmatized. And both of those are probably accurate in most cases, but nearly every myth, in its original form, has a basis in fact. You or others like you could very well have been the origin of these stories."

"Well, goodie for me," Gork said snidely.

For that matter, if he'd spent time in Japan as he claimed, in some roundabout way he may even have inspired the infamous tentacle porn genre. Pleased with her deductions, Alex moved on. There was one more thing she wanted to know right now to complete the general profile of her new arrival. "So do you always go after students?" she asked.

"Schools make excellent hunting grounds," said Gork. "They're easy to get into and have lots of girls. Not just the students, the adult females as well. Teachers, coaches, janitors, sometimes even a principal or dean. But I'm opportunistic. I hunt anywhere I'm likely to find a girl or woman alone and vulnerable. Waitresses on the closing shift, dark alleys off empty city streets late at night, lone riders on a late night subway car, squatters in abandoned buildings. And away from cities there are hiking trails, secluded beaches, and farmer's daughters out venturing in their fields. Just to name a few."

"Sounds like you move around quite a bit," Alex said. She hoped this creature stood as far away from her daughter as possible.

"Can't stay in one place too long," explained the demon. "You say victims don't talk, but I can't chance that. Have enough of them in the same area and sooner or later people might start noticing something. Better to make a few scores then drift off to somewhere else and remain unknown. And I enjoy seeing new scenery."

"And making yourself look human, that helps you get close to unsuspecting potential victims, no doubt," Alex said.

"It depends on the situation, it's not always necessary, but yes, that's right. Plus changing into a monster right in front of their eyes adds a bit of a dramatic flair that can heighten the initial fear response," Gork said.

"Quite the devious predator, aren't you," said Alex with more disdain than respect. Even with the cell walls separating them, her skin was crawling just being in the room with him. She had to get out, but one last question sprang to mind. "How young of a girl do you..." her voice faltered, she was afraid the answer might make her sick to her stomach.

"Do I go after?" the demon finished. "You know it wasn't all that long ago that girls were married off and started having children as soon as they reached puberty. Have I taken girls that young? Most certainly. But I do prefer them a bit more grown. High school age, in modern terms. The youngest I enjoy is 18 years old. Younger than puberty, not at all, doesn't even seem practical."

"Alright. Thank you Gork, for being so forthcoming about yourself. That's all for now. I've got some paperwork concerning you that I need to handle. I'll be in to check on you every now and then. If you think of anything more to add about your attack on Misty, let me know." The demon grunted in response, and laid down on the bunk as Alex hurried out of the room.

Back at the Dickgirl University dorm....

Chloe was sleeping in her bedroom. However, Courtney wasn't there.

What happened to Courtney?

To be continued....