Oltretomba by hooksforhands

Although this story isn’t realistic, and hopefully no one would try to kidnap a woman to feed to a rape demon, I still feel the need for the following disclaimer:This work does not promote violence against women (or anyone). If you are thinking about hurting someone in real life, take a moment to reflect on what a stupid asshole you are.

“Now listen,” I said, looking Foster in the eye, “when she sees us she’s going to either scream or bolt. We need to quickly get her bound, gagged, and tranquilized before she attracts too much attention. If we see anyone else we abort immediately. Understand?”Foster nodded. He knew that if I was going to help him he would have to follow my instructions to the tee. “She needs to be very attractive, though,” he said, for the umpteenth time. “The creature is picky…”

“You’ll see her soon enough,” I replied. “And besides, you’re the one who didn’t want to use a hooker, which would have been much safer.”

“I’ve tried prostitutes before: he doesn’t like them.”

I had scoped the house for a couple of weeks and knew exactly how to get in. The girl’s roommate kept a spare key under a fake rock because she was always locking herself out. Although there was a sign for a home security system in the front lawn, there was none installed.

We wore balaclavas as we entered through the front door, just in case the girl had unexpected company. The living room was dark, though, and there was no one in sight. The sound of music floated gently from one of the bedrooms and I could see a sliver of light under the door.

“Is this her?” asked Foster, a note of disappointment in his voice. I turned to see what he was talking about and he was holding a framed photo of a young woman with her boyfriend.

“That’s the roommate,” I replied. “She’ll be out of town through the weekend. Come on, I think she’s in her bedroom.

“Last chance to turn back,” I whispered to Foster, my hand resting on the doorknob.

He nodded and gave the thumbs up.

The girl was reclining, in all her 20 year-old splendor, on her bed, reading a textbook. She was a brunette, about 5’3”, 100lbs, and she was wearing nothing but a tee-shirt and panties, which gave us a nice view of her shapely young legs.

I moved quickly, syringe in hand. She saw me when I was halfway to her and jumped.

“Fuck!” she started to say, before I clasped my hand over her mouth. To Foster’s credit, he reacted without hesitation, rushing to the bed and holding her arms down as I plunged the syringe into her neck.

“Shhh,” I whispered, looking into her scared brown eyes, “sleep”. For a moment I felt sorry for her, knowing what Foster had in store for her. He was paying me well, though.

“What do you think?” I asked Foster, gently stroking the girl’s cheek as the drug started to take effect. She looked at us groggily and let out a small moan.

“She’ll do nicely,” he replied, a satisfied grin on his face.

After a minute, when I was sure the girl was completely out, I released her and sat up. “Let’s get her bound,” I said. Foster opened his suitcase and removed two pairs of handcuffs and a ball-gag. Rolling her onto her stomach, I cuffed her wrists behind her back while Foster cuffed her ankles together. I then pushed the gag into her pretty little mouth and clasped it behind her head.

“I’ll pull the van into the garage,” said Foster, and he left. I looked at the girl and decided to take advantage of the moment. Taking a deep breath, I poked my fingers under her panties and explored the curves of her ass and pussy. If I had had more time and privacy I might have done more. What a waste, I thought.

I heard the van pulling into the garage and Foster closing the garage door, so I picked the girl up and carried her there. Soon the three of us were on the road, driving toward Foster’s “beast”.

It was a long drive, and I was curious, so I decided to strike up a conversation.

“So…” I began, “what exactly is this thing we’re going to?”

“What do you mean?” Foster asked.

“The thing… that we’re basically feeding this girl to… Is it an animal?”

“Not exactly. It used to be a man, decades ago. I didn’t know him but he was a rapist and a killer. Killed maybe a dozen women and never got caught. That’s my understanding, anyway. At some point he made a deal with… I don’t know, the devil or some kind of demon… and he was turned into what he is today. He has the same appetites, though, which is where our girl comes in.”

“Wow, that’s crazy,” I said, knowing full well that it wasn’t that crazy. I’ve seen many things in my life that could only be described as monsters, and even if I didn’t believe what Foster was telling me, he was still paying handsomely.

“What do you get out of it, though?” I asked.

“That’s my business,” he replied. “You don’t need to know.”

“Fair enough.”

We spent most of the drive in silence after that. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Foster’s incentive could possibly be. After all, he was risking prison or execution, not to mention the danger of making a deal with an inhuman (literally) monster. Whatever his motivations, he wasn’t doing this just to help a rapist get his jollies.

After a couple of hours we pulled down a dusty dirt road that took us to an ugly metal building built into the side of a rock wall. We were in the middle of nowhere by now, and I was getting a little anxious that Foster might try to get rid of me. I patted my side-holster, reassured by the weight of my gun.

The girl was waking up by now, although she was still groggy. I wondered if she had been awake at all when we were discussing her fate.

Foster entered the building and returned after a moment with a hospital gurney. We left the girl’s handcuffs on and strapped her onto the gurney so she couldn’t roll off. As we pushed her through the entrance, I noticed that the walls were at least two feet thick. It was dark inside, but when Foster flipped the light switch I saw that the walls were also covered in soundproofing material like what you would see in a recording studio.

“For the screams,” Foster said, noticing my gaze. “Not just girl screams –the beast can be quite noisy.”

I nodded, again feeling nervous for my safety.

“Look,” Foster continued, “you’re welcome to stay and witness this, but it’s not going to be pretty. If you’d rather wait outside…”

“I’ll stay,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I’m a curious guy.”

“Okay. Let’s get started then.”

At the other end of the building was a small jail, maybe eight feet by 10 feet. I noticed two things about the floor of this jail: there was a large pentagram painted on it, and it was littered with human skeletal remains.

We wheeled the girl into the jail, unstrapped her from the gurney, and removed her handcuffs. She was fully awake now.

“Jesus Christ!” she said, standing up and looking around her. “Who are you people and what do you want?”

“Help me chain her arms to the ceiling,” Foster said, ignoring her.

“Oh, fuck no!” she screamed. “Don’t touch me!”

She put up a quite a fight, kicking and scratching, and in the end I had to put my gun to her head so she would cooperate. Eventually, though, she submitted.

“What now?” I asked. “I don’t see any beast.”

“It doesn’t live here,” Foster explained. “It isn’t my prisoner. I have to summon it. When it’s done with the girl it will leave again. Come, I’ll show you.”

We left the jail and stood just outside it. Foster began to recite something Latin sounding, which must have been an incantation. I couldn’t begin to reproduce what he said, and I wouldn’t want to anyway, so I won’t try.

When he was done reading everything suddenly got quiet. It was like the air had been sucked out the room, and I noticed that I could see the steam from my breath. Toward the center of the jail, just above the pentagram, I noticed a small flickering light.

“What the fuck?” I exclaimed.

“Don’t worry,” said Foster. “We’re perfectly safe here.

The light grew larger and the flickering more intense. I started to see shapes within it: a face, a hand, a hooved leg. The girl noticed this too.

“Please stop this!” she begged, crying now. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want!”

“I know you will,” a deep, inhuman voice boomed out from the light. I looked at Foster in awe, and he just smiled.

The next thing I knew, the beast was standing in the jail where the light had been. “What have you brought me this time?” it asked, looking at Foster.

“Just a humble gift… I hope she is to your liking…”

It examined the girl like a butcher would examine a piece of meat, looking her up and down. With one clawed hand it ripped her tee-shirt apart, exposing her firm young breasts. It kneaded them with its claws, tearing into her delicate flesh.”

“Nooo!” the girl sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

“You’ve done well with this one,” the beast said, not looking away from the girl. Grabbing onto her chains, it yanked them out of the ceiling, presumably so it could fuck her more easily.

“Excellent!” Foster said to me. “It likes her!”

“Are you sure we’re safe in here?” I asked, nervously. “Those bars don’t look strong enough to me.”

“The bars are actually to keep the girl in if her chain is broken. The beast can’t move beyond the boundary of the pentagram.”

Somewhat assured, I watched with a combination of dread and fascination. The beast dragged the girl toward one of the skeletons on the floor. It grabbed hold a thighbone and began to rub it against the girl’s crotch, taunting her. Then it tore away her panties.

“Help me!” the girl screamed, her voice so warped with fear that I could barely understand her words.

The beast shoved the femur into her pussy and began to perversely masturbate her with it. She tried to pull it out, or at least keep the beast from pushing it farther in, but she lacked the strength. I couldn’t help but wonder if one day one of her bones would be used to rape some other poor victim.

“Enough foreplay,” the beast said, tossing the bone aside. It opened its mouth and a long, thick tongue slid out and began to lick the girl’s breasts. By now its erection was full, and I must admit to feeling a mixture of intimidation and jealousy at its size and splendor. Taking the girl’s thighs in its claws, it pushed her legs roughly apart and shoved its cock into her with a grunt.