The Bus Stop - Sex Stories

The Bus Stop

... a padded board against the wall. The minute she made contact with it, a strap sprang out, and wrapped around her midsection.

The look on her face was one of fear, mixed with something darker. She was terrified, but some part of her primal mind wanted this. I grabbed her wrists roughly, and one at a time locked them into the restraints. She tried to resist, but between the alcohol, the pills, and my superior strength, she couldn't.

I bent down and strapped her ankles down, then walked over and pulled a lever in the wall. The boards fell away, and she was left in a steel structure that could be moved any way I wanted to.

I stepped in front of her, and slowly started undoing her shirt, one button at a time, watching her expressions change with each button. Eventually, once I had the top completely undone, I moved around behind her undoing each wrist, to take her top completely off.

Next I moved to her bottoms, taking the skirt first, then her panties, till she was completely naked and I stepped back to admire my work.

At this point, they usually started talking and either tried to talk me out of what I was going to do, or promise me things to get me to stop. Not her. She just stood there, not struggling at all, and looked at me defiantly. "Just get it over with!" She spat. "Do you think you're the first person to do this to me?"

I was slightly taken back, as she was the first to ever say to just do it. I then recognized something that I hadn't felt in a long ...

... time. Torment. Mental, emotional, raw torment. I looked her in the eyes. "I'm going to." I stated simply. I kept my emotions out of my voice, saying it as deadpan as I could. "But first, I want the story."

Her eyes changed. A softer more pained look came to them. "Why?" "Because I want to know what I'm looking for when I'm done. I'll put it simply." I swallowed slightly. This would be the first time I'd ever told one of my 'victims' what I was.

"I am a demon. I feed on emotions. At least the ones directed at me specifically." The memories associated with those emotions become as I want the person to see them." She laughed." Yeah, right! And I'm the Virgin fucking Mary... "

At that point, I decided to show her my true form. She was going to see it anyway. I shimmered slightly (more for effect) and unfurled my wings. Her mouth gaped open, and she seemed to lose the ability to speak, instead just staring at me for what felt like hours.

"That's a neat trick." She said finally. "So what happens now?" "Now I have my way with you, and you can either choose to accept it, or you can not. Either way, you. are. mine."

She appeared to ponder this point for a minute. "Do I have any say as to how this happens?" She finally asked. "After." I responded. "I'll craft your memories of tonight in any way you want. But, during.." I paused, "It's been so long, and I'm so hungry," I said under my breath. "No, you don't have any say on how the actual act goes." I replied. "May I at ...