My sister gives me to a demon

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There’s a special intestine tightening, bowel loosening feeling you get when you wake up in a dark forest staked to the ground surrounded by lanterns. My eyes were heavy, and my mind was having trouble forming coherent thoughts, but I could tell right away I was not going to have a good night. I tried to sit up but realized each of my ankles and wrists were held taut with rope. I was also stretched into an uncomfortable X shape.

As my senses came back to me, I felt something nestled against my groin and when I looked down, I discovered a few things. One, I was completely naked, two, three hooded figures worked around me, and three, the large wooden bowl between my legs looked like Mom’s new salad bowl. I’m not sure why that bothered me more than my actual predicament, but all I could think was, Mom’s going to be pissed when she finds out my nuts have been touching her bowl.

Whatever was making me groggy wasn’t allowing me to think straight and for a few moments, my mind chased itself down a rabbit hole as I thought of other things Mom wouldn’t be happy with my nuts touching. Using the time I doubt I had, I closed my eyes and tried to pull my addled brain back together. After four or five minutes I felt clear-headed enough to open my eyes and look around. The only thing I could see in the low light was three lanterns and, like the bowl, they looked like they came from my house. A thought was skittering around the edges of my mind as to who might have staked me to the ground, but I kept pushing it away as the thought was too insane to entertain.

A cold breeze blew across my naked skin and thought, I really shouldn’t be lying here naked, but when I tried to find my clothes I was immediately reminded of the ropes holding me down.

“He’s awake,” a feminine voice said.

Another feminine voice replied, “Unfortunate.”

I looked toward the first voice and watched as she knelt between my legs. My luck with women held true and instead of using my body for her sexual gratification, she began mixing ingredients into the bowl. I chuckled as the movement of the bowl tickled my balls.

“Mom’s going to be pissed with you using her bowl like that,” I said, my words slurring from whatever I’d taken. The hooded figure snorted with laughter as they stood and began placing small fat black candles around my shivering body. “So, wanna tell me what’s going on?”

She ignored me, but as she worked the thought I kept pushing away was becoming more insistent. I’ll be honest, I had dreams like that before, women surrounding my naked body as they took turns pleasuring themselves, but the stakes were new and no one was getting off. Reality’s so much worse than fantasy, I thought. Actually, of all the guys in this town to kidnap for a sex adventure, I should be the last on the list.

I mean, I was a forty-year-old loser who lived at home with his mother and his sister who was fifteen years younger, and thought she was an influencer. I stood all of five foot four on a good day, and according to my doctor, if I didn’t stop eating all those double cheeseburgers, I’d be lucky to see forty-five. Then there was my ‘manhood’. I had a tiny penis that tried its best to be something more than it was, but when all was said and done, I looked like a roll of pennies when I got hard. That wasn’t really something that ever brought a lot of pleasure to any woman.

“Hey,” I called out, “I’m not sure what’s happening here, but I don’t think I’m the guy for you. I mean, you can see I’m not working with a lot.”

“This isn’t going to be that kind of night,” the one who had begun to set black candles around me as she worked.

I don’t know why, but her words and the way she said them made my heart pound. Whatever was coursing through my system began to clear as fear-induced adrenaline shot through me burning off the effects. I began to struggle, the hooded figure at my feet looked at me and my heart stopped. The person kneeling between my legs, who I would’ve given anything to be in this position at any other time, was one of my sister’s best friends.

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