Taken by a Demon

I took a shower, toweled dry, and put on a bathrobe. I was drying my hair when I thought I heard a noise from the garage. Not barking, but like someone thudding against the closed kitchen door. Armed with the blow dryer, I went downstairs and tip-toed cautiously through the living room and out into the kitchen. I could hear a dog whining just outside the door. &#034Well, shit,&#034 I said aloud, at the sound of which he began to whine even louder and started scratching at the door with his claws.&#034Hold on, hold on,&#034 I said, wondering how he’d gotten in. I know the garage had been empty when I’d gone in to take my shower… at least I thought it had. He must have been hiding. Yeah, I thought, he must have been hiding.Opening the kitchen door just a crack, I watched him back away to the far side of the garage and drop to his haunches.

Stepping into the garage, I closed the kitchen door behind me and predictably he got up and moved cautiously away to his tight. He sat down again and watched me with those polished black eyes. And then he growled.If I had been nervous before, now I was scared. You never showed fear to a dog–that’s what I’d always heard–and it was obvious to me why. They can smell it on you. I clutched the bathrobe closed at my throat and took a wary step backwards, and as soon as I did this he rose and stalked two paces forward, teeth bared.&#034Nice doggy,&#034 I squeaked. &#034Grrrrrrrrrr,&#034 rumbled out of his throat, low, deep and menacing. He took another pace forward, dropping lower to the ground and showing all his teeth. If I made a run for the kitchen door I knew he’d be all over me before I got three feet. &#034What’s going on boy?&#034 I said in a small, quavering voice. &#034You gonna hurt me? I was standing with my back against the side of the garage before I knew I had been moving. He approached me from my right, herding me away from the kitchen door, toward the corner in the rear. I was terrified now. I was beginning to panic.

Refusing to be cornered like the desperate damsel I knew I was becoming, I angled away and moved toward the center of the floor. The dog didn’t like it much, but he let me do it. I began to think–pray–that he’d let me go all the way to the outside door and go through it. Just as it appeared he’d actually let me go, in a terrifying blur of motion, he leaped at me through the air. I shrieked and put my arms up but the f***e of his lunge knocked me to the floor. I banged down on my back striking my head on the concrete and hot sparks erupted like a 4th of July fountain across my eyes. My vision doubled and became alarmingly blurred. When it cleared again–too late–I found he had straddled me, fangs bared just inches above my throat. I was going to die. But the dog had other ideas.&#034What do you want,&#034 I pleaded in a tiny, terrified voice. My bathrobe was open, leaving me fully exposed. His hot wet prick dragged back and forth across my uncovered stomach, making me shudder and want to scream. At first I didn’t even know what it was. When I finally did, in that same tiny, terrified voice–terrified now for an entirely different reason–I protested, &#034No way!&#034 and tried to scuttle away. He took my throat in his teeth.&#034Okay, okay,&#034 I breathed with my eyes clamped shut. &#034Nice doggy,&#034 I squeaked again. &#034Nice puppy dog, doggie.&#034 Only this dog was anything but a puppy. He was a demon in black fur.

&#034Whatever you want.&#034 I relaxed myself with a titanic effort and spread my legs. Again, the dog had other ideas. He released my throat and growled.&#034What?&#034 I was honestly baffled. He growled again. He made circular motions with his head… I swear, he actually did this… and I slowly got the message. &#034On my knees?&#034 I quavered in disbelief.The dog, who was not a dog at all, but the aforementioned demon from hell, nodded his head.

&#034You want to mount me?&#034 A breathless whisper. He nodded again. I rolled onto my stomach and started to get up. Before I could get all the way up onto my hands and knees he batted my on my rump with his snout.&#034What?&#034 I was beginning to think I was already dead. Or in some nightmare dream caused by the concussion to the back of my head. It really ached. He growled and shook his head sharply to the right. Away from my body. And suddenly I understood. &#034This is not real,&#034 I whispered. &#034It can’t be real. It can’t be. It just isn’t happening.&#034 He wanted me to disrobe..Rising erect from my knees, I slid the robe back over my shoulders and let it fall into my hands. I began to bring it around when he snatched it roughly away from me and flung it across the floor. It landed near the garage door with the arms in an out-flung, helpless gesture. That’s how I felt–totally helpless. I was naked with a dog.He batted me again with his snout.&#034What?&#034 I objected, beginning to lose my cool. The crippling shock and disbelief had begun to wear off and I was becoming rebellious. Damned if I was being corralled by a dog.

Suddenly he was up on his rear haunches, one talon-clawed paw on either of my shoulders and the back of my neck clamped firmly between his teeth. His breath flowing around my neck was horrid. &#034Okay, okay,&#034 I acquiesced. &#034I get the point.&#034 Then, as the powerful muscles in his jaw began to clamp shut on my neck, &#034Please! Anything you want!&#034 It was a short-lived rebellion. He dropped back to all fours and so did I. He sniffed me up and down my flank and licked my right cheek. I took it. He snuffled into my right ear and bit lightly at the
lobe and I took that too. All the while I smelled his graveyard breath. What the hell was he doing? For a moment neither of us moved. He stood there panting, beside my right shoulder, facing me, and suddenly I understood. This was some kind of dominance thing, what I had occasionally seen one dog–presumably the alpha male–do to another. He was doing it to me. I got it, I thought. Loud and clear. You’re the alpha. I’m the bitch.Satisfied (he read my thoughts in my body language, there’s no other explanation) he grunted lightly one time, then went to stand behind me. I stared straight ahead panting. He had really hurt my neck. Good luck, Lili, I thought. A dog is about to fuck you.

He sniffed at my slit, then snuffled it like he had done to my ear. I tried not to jump but the shock was just too great. I gave a little shriek and sidled forward. He growled. &#034Fuck you!&#034 I said vehemently under my breath. &#034I don’t like it, okay!&#034 He obviously did, because a moment later his tongue went from halfway to my navel all the way up the crack of my ass to the small of my back. This time I really did shriek and I surged forward in alarm. I also looked back over my shoulder in horror as ever nerve ending in my body jangled. It was like getting scrubbed by a warm, wet length of Scotchbrite.I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. I felt sick at my stomach. I wanted to puke. He licked my pussy again and I made a disgusting noise, something a real bitch might make. Tears leaked from my eyes and splattered onto the concrete below, sucked up almost immediately by the dust and porous surface. It wouldn’t stay that way for long, not if I started bawling. When I started bawling. He lapped at me for a full minute, then two, getting me slathered up and absolutely raw. I felt every little sandpaper bead on his tongue and because I routinely shave to keep myself clean–I had done so only that morning–there was not even my wispy black pubic hair to offer any protection. My clitoris, my swollen outer lips, the mouth of my vagina, my urethra and especially my poor little anus all got the treatment. And the way he went after me with that tongue, with such unbelievable vigor–he’d driven me six feet or more across the floor–you’d think I was a sugar-coated treat. To him, I guess I was.Then he mounted me and locked his powerful forepaws around my waist and I squealed in complete and utter terror. He shoved forward with his cock, not so much searching for my pussy as dive-bombing it. I wailed again and tried to crawl away across the floor but he lunged forward over me and grabbed my neck again with his teeth. He bit down hard and growled an angry, you stay the fuck put! snarl, breaking my skin with his teeth–not deep, just enough to get his point across–and I could feel bl**d seeping out of the wounds. &#034Okay,&#034 I brayed. &#034I’m yours! I’m whatever you want! I’ll do anything you tell me to! Just please, please don’t h–&#034

I sucked in an agonized breath as something hot and sticky and the size of a baseball bat entered my pussy. Then I shrieked and then I caterwauled–quietly, as those teeth still dug into my neck–and shook my entire body
trying to get him out. Instead, he worked himself even deeper.&#034No,&#034 I sobbed. &#034Please no! Let me go!&#034 Instead, I crawled forward under him six more agonizing feet until my head hit the back wall of the garage and then sk**ded along its surface. I cried hot, sulfurous tears, the tears burning my eyes, my nose, the back of my throat. The thing in my pussy was hot and sulfuric too, pounding in and out of me, gouging at my vagina, assaulting me, destroying my sanity one thrust at a time. It was more pain than I could ever have imagined.
&#034Nuhungunaaaah,&#034 something inside me cawed. I was no more able to make coherent noise than I was of having coherent thought. I was a woman with a demon on her back… and in her vagina.

By now I was sobbing so hard my chest felt like an exploding bomb. My entire being ached. My vagina was beyond repair and still the dog fucked me. &#034Please God, please don’t let him do this to me,&#034 I kept saying, over
and over again. The words came out as something no human ear could ever have understood, except maybe God’s… and I don’t think God was listening.Twisted with my head locked against the corner studs, I found myself watching between my legs as the dog wailed away at me. His cock was as big around as my forearm–my father’s forearm–pasty white with a cobweb pattern of vicious red veins. It was a foot long at least. It probably was longer. But terrifying as it was, what was at the end of it was ever worse. Because there, twice the thickness of the shaft and an even angrier red and white color, was a horrendous round knot. &#034No,&#034 I moaned plaintively as the dog continued to rut me. &#034I can’t. I can’t. No, no, no, please.&#034But the dog told me I could and that I would and very shortly I did. I watched as the knot grew nearer to me with every thrust. Then the thing hit me with a sucking, slurping sound that made me retch with revulsion, stuck in me for a moment before he yanked himself back… and the wave of pain hit me like a Pacific tidal wave. On the fifth try he finally made it in and I was thrashing around wildly with the pain and making horrific noise and beating at his flanks with my fists. Then something hot and wet came cascading down my thighs and splattering on the concrete floor beneath our coupled organs, my guts cramped so violently that I screamed…
and then I was gone.

Trapped against the garage wall, I began to turn in against it. Splinters from the exposed two by fours gouged me wherever I rubbed against them. (I’d later look like a comedy skit from Saturday Night Live or Mad TV or something. The Splinter Lady, I thought.) But as the splinters attacked the side of my right hand, my right forearm, then my elbow, my upper arm and shoulder and finally my right hip and my thigh, the Lab continued walking me forward with his thrusts. I sc****d against the plywood sheathing of the exterior wall,
encountering a second two by four, then a third, and finally a forth.Then I was in the corner that I had avoided so many years before–right where my doggie master wanted me–he banged me head first into the two by fours in the corner there, driving me unmercifully forward until my head had only one place to go–down and against the floor. I knelt there, jammed hard against the studs, my cheek pressed brutally against the cold concrete floor while the dog banged and banged and banged away at me.

The dog was laying in the far corner of the garage, cleaning himself and ignoring me completely. On the floor beneath my crotch, where I expected a huge mass of bl**d, I saw something possibly even worse: a grossly-puddled mass of foamy, already crusting over semi-white fluid… his cum. I had been thoroughly rutted.I found I had bled very little. How he could have driven such a huge and misshapen thing such as that into me without puncturing something vital or causing me to hemorrhage I don’t know. Feinting when he reached climax must have provided me just enough flexibility to spare my life. I think I sat on that floor for the better part of an hour, staring at nothing. My pussy ached and my guts were roiling inside and I felt numb like a block of wood. Never in my life had the thought ever entered my mind that a dog might actually fuck me. I had imagined it of course (I believe all women have) but imaginings are supposed to stay in the realm of imagination. Not show up in your garage. &#034I want to go home,&#034 I said. The words sounded so good to me, so reassuring. My home was only 15 feet away. But again, the dog had other ideas.

The second time he came for me I just let him. I got on my hands and knees, docilely let him mount me, then put my chest and my face on the cold concrete floor and held myself open for him with my hands. I didn’t fight him at all. When he came out of me somewhere about halfway through, and mounted me in a different way, I shifted my hands to my buttocks and spread them far apart. It hurt his being in my ass (getting past my poor little anus was really tough) but not as bad as I had thought. It was my first anal experience and he spared me the ordeal of his knot. The third time I lay on my back with my legs drawn tight to my chest and let him rut me like that. I think it was a new experience for him and I’m not sure he even liked it. Are you trying to breed me? I asked silently of his inhuman, polished black eyes. Am I supposed to have puppies? If so, It would be quite a litter. And then I had an orgasm. I didn’t want it to happen. I fought against it with everything I had, but it was involuntary and unstoppable. He was doing me with such savage determination that I think I had no choice. He suddenly slowed down and his muscles tensed and by this time the pain from his knot had almost gone away. He prepared to unload in me and when his first shot came, hot and gushing and spilling out my cunt all up my thighs and down over my asshole, I could not stop. I came and he came and the two of us came together, him squatted over me not moving, just emptying his testicles of their unbelievable load. I clutched myself behind my knees and prayed for it all to end. His gushing, and my orgasm. Eventually, they both did. Then he was finished with me.

What happened to the dog? I have no idea, and I don’t ever want to find out. After the requisite fifteen minute wait, his knot finally shriveled and he pulled himself free of me with a wet popping sound and his cum–that part which hadn’t already sprayed out all over me–gushed out onto my thighs and down between my buttocks. Such an awful mess. Then he hobbled to the opposite corner where he cleaned himself and ignored me from then on. He had gotten what he wanted and that was that. He ambled out of the garage as if nothing had happened, leaving me curled up in the fetal position, soaked all over by and lying in a pool of his demon seed.
Eventually, I got up, staggered to the kitchen and locked the door behind me.

I’m still waiting for the results of the pregnancy test. Yes, I know a dog can’t knock up a woman, but like I said this was no dog. It was an incubus from Hell.