Incubus Dreams (Mallkior & Rapedoll)

[Irvine]

Rachel Chattel was an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous sophomore in high school. She was sixteen, just turned it, actually, and was an early bloomer of sorts. While her curves were not disproportionate, they were more pronounced than some of her peers. With her amazing body, her sweet and kind nature, and her above average grades, Rachel was the envy of her class. The boys wanted to be with her and the girls wanted to be her. Heck, some of the girls wanted to be with her too. One might think that an advanced body coupled with such popularity might turn an innocent little lady into a cock-hungry whore but Rachel had never taken her relationships public. That is if she ever had any to begin with, of course. She never flaunted any around; choosing to keep all of her admirers in the ‘friend zone’ ever since her body started to bud. Unfortunately for sweet little Rachel, her reputation as a tease had drawn the attention of one of her school’s less savory students.

Issac Gallia was a senior in Rachel’s school. At the age of twenty, he had been held back at some point and had built up a nasty reputation through his school career. When he was a freshman, he had been suspended for two weeks for assaulting a female student by pinning her against the lockers, forcing her to kiss him, and slipping his hand down into her pants. When he was a sophomore, he had been suspended again for the same thing with a different girl and again for setting up cameras in the girl’s locker rooms. That was all before he was eighteen. Ever since turning eighteen, he’d kept his hands clean of anything that could be tied to sexual assault of a minor but Rachel had been too much for him to resist.

Today at school he had been suspended until further notice with the threat of expulsion when he expressed his interest in the young Rachel Chattel. During lunch he had approached her when she was sitting with her friends and told her that she belonged to him. Needless to say, Rachel was not all too thrilled to hear that this man with a reputation as a predator had any kind of interest in her and she did not hold back in voicing her rejection. Enraged by his new toy’s disobedience, Issac had pulled Rachel up from her chair right there in view of all of her friends, bend her over the table, and hiked her skirt up over her hips. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pressed his hips against her round bottom, and protested his ownership of her in view of the entire student body for a few precious seconds before he was ripped from her by one of the girl’s would-be bodyguards on the football team.

The events of the day had been humiliating to the would-be Master and he would not stand for such humiliation any further. Many women had escaped from his clutches over the years but Rachel would not be so lucky for now Issac had a means of taking what he wanted without ever needing to get close to her. The act of pulling her hair was not an empty act of dominance. When he had done this, he had pulled several strands of her blonde locks right from her scalp and he had saved these. They were needed to complete the ritual that he already knew that he would have to perform.

Several months ago, Issac had gotten his hands on an old tome; a guide to the dark forces of the occult. At first he had thought that it was a hoax but experimentation with the rituals within had proved him wrong. Now that he had Rachel’s hair, he could complete the summoning of one of the more powerful spirits within the tome; an incubus. The incubus was his key to Rachel. It would feed on her in the way that only an incubus could and it would grow stronger off of the girl’s own sexual energies and desires. When it was strong enough to become physical, it would kidnap the sweet sixteen year old and deliver her to her rightful Master. Rachel’s fate was sealed the moment that she had been thrown down onto the lunchroom table.

Issac Gallia​

 

[Rapedoll]

Rachel was one of those kids that seemed to have it all together. Her parents where among the more affluent of residents in there small community, her father was the CEO of a top computer company and her mother was on the school board. Rachel had money and brains all wrapped up in a tight little body. One of those kids that seemed to never have to study her good grades came as easily as her good looks. Is it any wonder that she was one of the most popular girls in her high school. Unfortunately for her, her good looks not only attracted the other popular kids at school, it also attracted, Issac Gallia.

Issac was known to her and her friends as the grunge.. his hair was always a mess and he always wore the same black tee shirt and baggy black pants with a spiked belt, almost as if he was trying to be a cross between a grunge and a goth. Having been held back a few times he was quite possibly the oldest student at her high school. Her and her girlfriends used to have a joke saying " be careful our the grunge will getcha " which stemmed from his bad boy reputation for assaulting and molesting other girls.

The cafeteria was packed, it seemed the whole student body had been there, everybody was excited it was the day of the big football game with there rival school. The bus was going to start loading everyone up right after lunch. All the football players as well as the cheerleaders where all present when Rachel walked in wearing her short little cheerleader outfit. Walking over to the table with the other cheerleaders and pulled up a seat.

Her friend across the table from her all of a sudden stopped in mid sentence, her mouth open in shocked silence as her eyes grew wider. "Judy? .. Judy whats wrong?" Rachel asked her friend, just then another one of the girls gasped, and who should step out from behind her but none other then Issac.

Rachels face turned red, "Say what!", Just then everybody in the cafeteria busted out in hysterical laughter. Everybody that is except Rachel. "I think you've been doing to much drugs," Rachel said, "cause your crazy if you think I would ever go out with someone the likes of you."

That's when Issac wrapped his hands in her hair and yanked her out of her seat and bent her over the table, " You bastard let me go!" she screeched. She had never been so embarrassed and humiliated in her life. To think he had touched her .. and exposed her right there in front of everybody as he rubbed himself against her.. The huge football players grabbed him within seconds, but it wasn't fast enough for her, the pretty young 16 year old felt so violated.

 

[Irvine]

The ‘attack’ had been planned meticulously. Rachel was technically a minor and Issac was an adult so he knew that he needed boundaries for this move. Despite the act of the assault, Issac’s hands never traveled anywhere that would be deemed inappropriate in a court of law and the hair pulling would be domestic violence at the worst. If Rachel’s family and the school board decided to press charges, they wouldn’t have much of a case against him. The rewards for getting his hands on those precious locks far outweighed the cost to him.

Issac hadn’t wasted any time I setting the rest of his plans into motion after he had been escorted out of the school building. He had the final piece of his puzzle; Rachel’s hair. The ritual could be done without it. The demon could be summoned without that precious puzzle piece but it wouldn’t be of any use to him. The hair served as a sort of binding agent, ensuring that the demon would always know where Rachel was and that it could only feed on her energies. Issac was after a very special young woman, after all. He didn’t need the incubus wasting its time on anyone else. Rachel was the demon’s sole responsibility.

The young man had driven straight home after being all but thrown from the buildings and immediately made his way to his basement where the rest of the ritual was already set up. A prayer circle drawn in blood rested in the center of his underground basement with several candles decorating not only the outside of the circle but the walls of the dingy hole as well. A podium with the tome resting upon it was on the far edge of the circle. Aside from these things, the basement was completely empty as though it had been cleared just for this purpose. Issac lived alone, after all. What would a bachelor just starting his life alone need with this much storage space?

After Issac shut the door behind him, he began working on getting the candles lit and within moments, the room was illuminated by tens of little dancing flames. With sufficient light in the basement, Issac cast his shirt aside and moved over to the small closet along the far wall where he had stored the blood that he had drained for the ritual. The origin didn’t matter for the ritual, so Issac had drained the blood from a horse at a nearby ranch. It was suiting for Rachel, he thought. Horses were such regal, strong, graceful, and intelligent animals. Rachel’s ritual deserved no less.

As the ritual demanded, Issac began to draw upon his form in the blood of the beast in similar designs which he had cast upon the floor. This was so that his very essence could be integrated into the summoning ritual, giving him dominion over his summoned beast. Without this, the demon would attack Rachel for its own pleasure.

Summoning a greater demon was no easy task and the final preparations for the ritual alone took Issac the better part of two hours after returning home. By the time that Issac had finished setting the stage to seal Rachel’s fate, his delicious little treat would have been at the school’ football game; cheering on her savior and his band of muscle-bound meatheads. They disgusted him. Perhaps something could be done about them after he had his little blonde bitch by his side.

 

[Rapedoll]

After the attack the other kids and teachers gathered around Rachel everybody at once asking her if she was alright, " Yeah, I'm ok," she said, but she really wasn't.. she was still shaky and in shock over what had just happened. The cheer leading coach tried to talk her out of going to the game, but she had insisted on going.

Soon as the game started and the players where on the field everybody, including Rachel had pretty much forgotten about what had happened, at least for the time being as they all got caught up in the excitement of the game. To anybody watching, they never would have known anything had happened, Rachel was radiant when it came time for the cheer leaders to come on and cheer for the team.

After the game the team and the cheerleaders all wet out for pizza which was the normal custom after a winning game. During this time the boy, Jeff Bridges who was the one that had pulled Issac off of Rachel had decided that now he had enough brownie points that he might have a chance to take her out on a date. Moving over towards Rachel, "Hay Rachel, I was wondering of you might like to go to a movie with me this Friday night?" Jeff asked.
"Ahh geeess Jeff," Rachel said, "I can't, I already have plans with my folks for Friday night."
"Ah ok," Jeff said turning away looking a little down hearten.
"But Jeff," Rachel said, "I'm not doing anything Saturday night."
Jeff turned around smiling from ear to ear, " Great! I'll pick you up at 7 on Saturday night ," he said.

By the time Rachel had gotten home her parents had already been notified about what hand happened, and her mother was busy on the phone talking to the other board members about trying to get Issac permanently expelled from school. But Rachel really didn't want to talk about the incident going straight to her room and running a bath.. She still felt dirty from where Issac had touched her.

 

[Irvine]

Hours passed as Issac kept himself locked away in his basement ritual chamber, chanting and meditating as he manipulated the energies of both his own world and those of the demon’s. Never before had Issac attempted to bring a greater demon such as an incubus into the human plane. He had summoned a few imps before just to prove to himself that he could. They were tricky little devils but were weak-willed and easily controlled. He had even summoned a pair of hellhounds once which were even easier to control do to their animalistic nature. He had considered summoning a succubus before to serve his own desires but the tome strongly warned against the powers of the succubi. How could the incubus be different? It would not have the power to seduce him but it would be every bit as powerful in all other aspects. Of course, this was why it was being summoned as a spiritual entity instead of in its physical form. It could not harm him as a spirit, he thought, and once it had delivered Rachel to him he would immediately banish it.

Time crept onward through the evening and into the night, unheeded by the sinister veil that hung over the suburban town as it began to wind down for a good night’s rest. Nine o clock faded into ten, the town’s weekday curfew for anyone under the age of eighteen. Ten o clock soon faded into eleven and eleven soon faded into twelve. At midnight, the tension broke within the dungeon-like room. The candles around the perimeter of the ritual circle all began to burn with a brighter flame; no longer a gentle yellow and orange but a bright crimson. The soft crackling of a roaring flame filled the room, drowning out the soft mumblings of the young man as he whispered the necessary incantations to complete his ritual. The terrible scents of sulfur and brimstone filled the chamber in full force as though a portal to the very bowels of some Christianic Hell had been torn through the barriers of the worlds.

These phenomenon were not new to the young dark practitioner. He knew that they signified the nearing of the end of the ritual and the passing of his demon from its respective plane of existence into the world of humanity. Issac truly could not comprehend what it was that he was doing. Even the most powerful of summoners took caution when bringing an incubi or a succubi into the world. They were simply too powerful, too cunning, and too dangerous. In olden days, they were not so frightening because mankind was more God-fearing. These days, there was just too much debauchery. Their powers could grow far too quickly.

The final events of the summoning lasted only moments, ending as a bright burst of flame erupted in the center of the circle with a thunderous boom. Then, in an instant, everything was calm. The sounds of the flame were gone, the scent all but vanished, and the light from the candles died as the flames were extinguished. The room now smelled of smoke from the extinguished candles; it was the only thing that any of Issac’s senses could register.

“Speak your name, demon,” the young summoner commanded in a firm tone. “Speak your name to your Master so that you may be bound to my will.”

“You cannot hope to control me, boy. You would be fool to try.” The voice was barely audible, even in the dead silence of the basement chamber. If there had been any sound at all, even the gentle rumble of the furnace, the voice would not have been heard.

“You will speak your name, demon, or I will not grant you passage from the circle upon which you were summoned. You will bind to me or I shall send you back to the hellfires.” Issac’s voice cracked from irritation. He always hated the process of getting a demon’s name but it was essential. Without it, he could not ensure that the demon would obey him. Fortunately, a summoned demon could not leave its summoning circle without the consent of the being which summoned it. That had saved Issac’s life when he called the hellhounds.

The young man was ready to argue for hours. He had anticipated that the incubus would refuse to give a human his name just as the imps always did so of course it surprised him when the voice spoke again. “Mallkior. My name is Mallkior, ‘Master’.”

The blood seals on the ground flashed for an instant with a bright light as the voiced answered, confirming that it had spoken the truth and binding the incubus to the one who had offered his power to the summoning; Issac. Of course, Issac was too short-sighted to understand what had just happened. False obedience; it was a simple and obvious farce that had killed many summoners.

“Very well, Mallkior. I am sure that you are wondering why you have not been summoned in your physical form so allow me to explain.” Issac hid his surprise and his confusion well. While he had missed what the demon had done, he could not afford to show weakness in the face of what her perceived to be his new minion. “You will earn your true form back through the traditional means of gaining power for your kind. Of course, allowing you to do so on your own terms with the current state of human society would result in you returning to me with your form in a matter of days. That won’t do, no. I have a specific job for you; a specific soul from which to drain your power.”

It was a good thing that the demon had not been called into his physical state. If he had, he would certainly have failed to contain his amusement at this boy’s blatant ignorance of what he had just commanded. Issac had slipped up within his first five minutes of calling the demon; the arrogant little bastard just set an underworld record.

“You will find the girl named Rachel Chattel,” Issac continued as he held his hand out toward the circle with the strands of hair held in his open palm. “She will be your source of power. You will gain your body through her misery and when you have your body you will bring her to me.”

“As you command, Master,” the demon whispered as its invisible and intangible form wrapped around the young man’s hand and drew Rachel’s essence from the strands of hair. With his new spiritual connection to his prey the incubus vanished from the room, leaving Issac with no intention of returning until he had his physical body.

 

[Rapedoll]

Rachel slipped from the tub pulling a big fluffy white towel around, walking into her bedroom.. "brrr.. its cold in here" she muttered to herself going over and checking the thermostat.. it still read 77 degrees but it felt much colder for some reason to Rachel.
Walking over to her dresser and looking in the mirror she pulled her blond hair back into a pony tail.. the lights in her room flickered for a brief moment, which barely even registered to the young 16 yr old.

She unwrapped the towel from around her and laid it over a chair where she picked up her nightgown. Suddenly she was startled by a sound.. clutching her gown against her chest. Just then the huge orange and white cat jumped from the shadows and pounced over to her bed. " Oh gawd Rusty you scared me," she said laughing and petting the cat while turning down the comforter on the bed.

She climbed into the bed and pulled the blanket up around her.. she still felt cold. Taking a book off her bed side table she started to read. It was a old Steven King book, she always liked horror books and movies.. after a few minutes the lights flickered again.. this time she did notice as it was much stronger then the first one casting the room into darkness for a few seconds before the lights went back on again. Just then Rusty jumped up and made a hissing noise and jumped off the bed running out the partially open door of her bed room. " Oh i've been reading to many of these horror books" she said to herself, " I'm starting to get jumpy now."
She closed the book resting it back on her nightstand and turning off the light.

She didn't even notice the door to her room softly close.
She closed her eyes and started to fall asleep.

 

[Irvine]

By the time that the demon’s ethereal essence had pinpointed the exact location of the sixteen year old college girl, she would have more than likely been asleep. Unless, of course, the events of the day had worn so densely on her nerves that she had not been able to drift into slumber by the earliest hours of the morning. Slipping through the walls of the girl’s home, Mallkior found himself floating above his prey as she slept beneath him in her soft, warm bed.

She was as he had pictured her; young and beautiful. These were the kinds of women that incubi were always turned upon when summoned by mortal man. The incubus himself had no concern for age when seeking out a victim from which to feed; the only requirement for him would have been that his victim was female. Mortal men, however, driven by greed and lust always turned their demonic ‘minions’ on the young and beautiful. If there was one thing about the girl that would have put a grin on any incubus’s lips, it would have been that she was a virgin. Being a beast of lust, an incubus could pick a virgin out in a crowd of average women and she would always be his choice target. Virgin energies were more potent.

Even though Rachel had the protection of her home, her parents, the school board, and the majority of the student body, she was defenseless against something like this. She was a proverbial sheep in the sights of a hungry lion. It really was almost tragically poetic. Of course, the demon might be the only one to see it like that but when you’re not able to be seen or harmed and you have the power to attack your target in their sleep, your opinion is the only one that matters.

“Poor little girl,” the demon whispered as he lowered himself down over the sleeping blonde teenager. “You’ve been fed to the demons haven’t you? You’ll have to forgive me if I take more pleasure in your plight than you can comprehend.” The voice was so quiet that it probably couldn’t be heard even if Rachel was awake.

As the ethereal being descended upon his beautiful prey, he melded himself into her very psyche so that he could force himself into her dream. She would not be able to see him within her dreamscape; not yet. First he would have to invade her dream and see just what it was that she was dreaming of before making himself known so that he could assume a form that would blend seamlessly into her thoughts.

Not even safe within her dreams, Rachel was now engaged in the most frightening game of cat and mouse that she would assuredly ever play. If the demon had come simply to feed on her and leave then Rachel might have a single bad nightmare and be over it by the end of the next day. As it was, she was the only human upon whom he was permitted to feed which left her in a rather unfortunate position. Not only would the demon not leave her be and not only would she be experiencing frequent, perhaps constant nightmares, but she was also now his plaything. Through her dreams, Mallkior would grow to know this young woman and he would use everything that she was against her.

 

[Rapedoll]

As Rachel lay asleep in her bed, her long golden blond hair framing her soft face .. the white cotton night gown draped over her soft curves she looked almost as if a sleeping angel.
As the demon hovered over her sleeping form her soft wine colored lips slightly parted as she let out a soft moan in her dreams.. the demon would be able to smell her very soft and pure essence.

Her dreams would be filled with family and friends.. school and boys. Yes she was a virgin, but even so in her dreams she would dream about handsome strong man, especially the boys in her favorite band with there long hair and there bad boy looks. .. Then just before morning she had a dream she was walking down the halls of her school. The school was empty and she was the only one there. Then from one of the classrooms Issac popped .. in her dreams she was running down the empty hallways of her school and Issac was chasing her .. he had her cornered with nowhere to run growing closer and closer.. suddenly she woke up in a cold sweat..her heart was pounding as she remembered the feel of Issac pressing against her.

 

[Irvine]

Deciding that it was in his best interests to lay low during his first night watching over the little blonde bombshell, the incubus did not interfere with any of her dreams. Instead, he watched them all intently as he gathered information about the girl with whom he would spend the next few weeks gathering energies from. The more he knew about her, the more he could manipulate her dreams to reflect her life and her fears. The more that her dreams rattled her, frightened her, and turned her on, the more energy that he would draw from her that night. Unfortunately for the incubus, he would need to feed the following night if he wished to retain enough power to keep himself anchored in the physical world. He had learned a little about the girl through the night and now he would have all day to learn more.

The mental essence of the demon remained buried in Rachel’s own psyche as she awoke in that cold sweat. From here, he would see what she saw and he would be able to speak to her clearly enough for her to understand him in most quiet to mid-sound level areas. In a loud area such as a school cafeteria, however, his ethereal sounds would still be too quiet for her to hear properly even with the noises right against her ear.

“Rise and shine, Rachel,” he spoke in that soft voice when it seemed as though she had realized that she was safely in her room. “Did you have a bad dream?”

 

[Rapedoll]

She opened her eyes.. shaking off the little voice in her head as she remembered her dream. She pushed the comforter down off of her as she stretched her long silky legs and laid there a moment collecting her thoughts staring up at the ceiling.

She sat up and throw her legs over the side of the bed.. got up and walked across the room and into the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face she looked at herself in the mirror a little bit shocked by what she saw, although she had a good 8 hrs sleep it looked like she had hardly slept at all.

Getting dressed she headed down stairs where she met her mother in the kitchen. " Oh My you don't look to good. Are you feeling alright?" Her mother asked. "Yeah i'm fine" she said " Just didn't sleep so good last night." which was a lie .. she slept just fine except for that little nightmare just before she woke up. She guessed her little run in with Issac had more of an effect on her then she had thought.
"Well don't forget about your fathers company party tonight," her mother said "He wants to set a good family impression for the reporters."
"I wont mom, How could i forget he's been talking about that for the past month." she said as she kissed her mom on the cheek, "well I better get going or i will be late for school"

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Rachel came home right after school, Her mother had gotten her a new dress to wear to the her fathers party tonight.. she looked in the mirror and rolled her eyes, " she has got to be kidding," Rachel murmured to herself. The dress was a god awful cotton candy pink covered with little pink bows. " Ohhh no no no" she said to herself. It looked like something a kid would wear to a 4th birthday party .. not something a young woman would wear, and certainly not anything Rachel would wear. Rachel wasn't one to openly disobey her parents, but there was noway she was going to be having her pictures splashed all over the papers wearing something like that. She tossed the dress her mother had bought into a corner of her room and went to her closet... her mother wanted pink with bows.. she would give her pink with bows..
Rachel pulled out a sleek little pink sequin mini dress .. with a cute little black belt with a black bow.. straightened her long blond hair so it fell over one shoulder. .. looking at herself in the mirror .. " perfect " she said.

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Just then her father yelled up the stairs " Come on Rachel honey we're going to be late."
Needless to say her mothers jaw almost dropped when she saw Rachel muttering under her breath,"Where's the dress I bought you?"
"Sorry mom, it was to small. Guess my breasts had grown a bit since the last time you bought me anything." Rachel chuckled.

That night at the party was the first time Rachel had any wine.. she had actually snuck off into the back kitchen with one of the busboys and had a few glasses.. but she was careful not to get caught, or get drunk. It wouldn't be good for the camera men to get pictures of the CEO's daughter drunk at his party, but by time she got home she was quite giggly.

 

[Irvine]

The demon was quite irritated that his attempt to contact his new hostess had gone completely ignored and brushed aside as a side effect of the bad dream. Contacting the living in the waking world required a fair amount of energy for ethereal demons; energy that he could not afford to waste having just been summoned and having not yet fed. Rachel would learn soon enough that it was not wise to cross a creature that could invade and mold your dreams.

The demon made no other attempts to contact Rachel as the day went on. Instead, he laid silently in her psyche, watching her interactions with the people around her and learning more about the girl who would give him form. She seemed like a fairly intelligent young woman and it was obvious that she was well liked in her little school. The teachers seemed to favor her, the boys all obviously lusted after her, and the girls seemed to rally beneath her. She was, in a sense, a trophy among a collection of ribbons and medals. It was no wonder that the mangy boy who had summoned him wanted this girl in particular.

The party had been as equally enlightening about his little blonde beauty queen. She was a rebel of sorts, breaking her mother’s wishes and wearing something that would have gotten her persecuted as a prostitute not a hundred years ago and even going so far as to slither off with one of the help to take in a few classes of alcohol. Her self-control and her will shined brightly in this hour. Few young people could have held themselves back from sloshing over into a drunken high with the chance to do so readily available to them but Rachel was proving to not be most girls.

When Rachel and her parents returned home, there was an envelope tacked to the front door with Rachel’s name on it. Inside, if she or anyone chose to open it, was a letter hand-written in black ink on a piece of ordinary notebook paper. It was short and cryptic; a single line of seemingly good faith but it was not signed by the one who wrote it.

‘I hope that you enjoy your new friend.’

 

[Rapedoll]

Rachel's mother handed her the note, " Hmm whats this?" Rachel asked as she opened the note.
"I don't know honey, I just found it taped to the door here, what does it say?" her mom asked.
Rachel tore open the note, a puzzled look came over her face, " It says something about a new friend."
"Oh that's nice dear, Is there a new student in your class?"
"No, I don't understand I haven't met anyone new." .. well except that busboy back at the party but she wasn't about to tell her mother about that.

Still feeling a bit giddy from the wine Rachel didn't hang around her parents any longer then she had to. So once in the house she went right up to her room.. tossing the note on her dresser not thinking anything more of it. Pulling her dress over her head .. shaking her long hair free she walked across the room and into her bathroom and started the water in the tub. She laid back in the tub the warm water working with the wine to relax and sooth her as she closed her eyes. A few minutes later she opened her eyes and realized she had fallen asleep in the tub. Standing up she had to hold onto the side of the tub still feeling a little bit groggy, her head was slightly spinning as she made her way back into her room and laid down on the bed .. she hadn't expected to fall asleep so fast as she laid across her bed still naked.

 

[Irvine]

One moment, Rachel was lying nude in her comfortable bed. Her eyes fluttered shut for only a moment, as though she had blinked, and when she reopened them, she was lost in the illusions of her dream; custom-tailored by the new friend that her little note had mentioned. The young blonde suddenly found herself in the center of small clearing filled with beautiful wildflowers. Reds, yellows, and orange blossoms littered the ground beneath her feet. Twenty feet from her in any given direction was the tree line of the surrounding forest. The trees were all a mixture of cherry trees and dogwoods, leaving even the canopy of the forest to boast a stunning display of red, white, and pink blossoms. The sky above her was as blue as she had ever seen without a single cloud. The sun could not be seen but its light still illuminated her little spot in the forest.

As suddenly as she had seemingly warped from her bedroom, she was no longer naked. A bright yellow sundress was draped over her form by one-inch straps. The dress had no sleeves and hung lower than most of the things that it seemed that she normally wore; down to her knees. Still, her legs were not visible like her arms wore. Black thigh-highs veiled what the dress did not hide and on her feet was a pair of classy shoes that resembled taps.

Just as her clothes and the world around her had changed in that instant of entering the dreaming world, so too did her hair. It was now draped down her back and tied in a tight French braid. At the end of the braid was a black ribbon to match her stockings and shoes. She probably felt foreign in her own skin but her mother and father would certainly approve of the outfit.

“It’s so nice of you to visit me at last,” a calm and gentle voice spoke out. It seemed to come from the forest all around her. “I was so disappointed when you would not speak to me this morning but I am glad that we get to talk at last?”

 

[Rapedoll]

Rachel looked up at the blue sky, then at the canopy of trees, the colors seeming so bright and vivid. She turned in a circle.. " where am I" she said to herself. Then her eyes drifted down to her feet and the flowers under her feet, that's when she noticed the cloths she had on. "What?" she exclaimed, still not realizing she was asleep and in a dream.

That's when she head the voice, as she looked around startled, but all she could see where the brightly colored trees. "Where are you?" she asked, her voice sounding confused, "where am I?" Then her mind drifted back to that morning, trying to place the voice, it sounded familiar but not at the same time. "Have we met? Do I know you?" she asked.

 

[Irvine]

A soft chuckle filled the air in response to the young woman’s questioning. Was it the trees that made it impossible to perceive where the voice was coming from? It had to be. There was nothing else around from what Rachel would be able to see.

“No, Rachel, we have not formally met but I have been watching you today. You should be more respectful to your parents, you know?” Though the voice’s words were scolding, the tone was not. The voice did not raise and it did not sound angry. “A girl your age should dress more tasteful and shouldn’t be drinking.”

Still, the voice echoed through the dreamscape with no discernable source. The scenario might have been haunting if the voice did not sound so pleasant.

 

[Rapedoll]

Still looking around to see where this voice was coming from, a soft blush turned her cheeks a soft shade of pink when he told her he had been watching her.
"What do you mean be more respectful to my parents? I'm always respectful to them." she told the voice. Now thinking that perhaps it was one of the reporters and he had seen her drinking the wine at the party. Or perhaps it was even that busboy, who else would have known?
"What do you mean you've been watching me? What are you some kind of stalker or something?"

 

[Irvine]

“No, dear Rachel, I am nothing like a stalker but I it is true that, in a sense, you have not left my sight since the moment that you woke up this morning. You see, I am what you could call your guardian angel; everyone has one. I came to save you from Issac.” Damn the trees! They hid whoever was speaking to her perfectly. There weren’t any twigs snapping to give him away.

A gentle breeze blew through the clearing, ruffling the hem of the girl’s dress but it did not blow the fabric up to reveal the girl’s undergarments. Of course, if it had then maybe she would have seen that she had been brought here wearing a pair of black panties to match her stockings. Under the top of her dress was a matching bra as well.

 

[Rapedoll]

"What do you mean you've been watching me? I didn't see anyone in my room this morning." Thinking this must be some kind of joke.. a bad joke at that. "and I dont believe in angles. If your an angel then show yourself." .. she was starting to get agitated it it showed in her voice. "Issac is that you! Is this some kind of joke?"

Then as she looked down at herself .. dressed in something her mother would have bought her. "What happened to my cloths? How did i get these?" She started walking over toward the trees.. but each as she walked she never seemed to get closer to them.. they always stayed the same distance away from her. "whats going on here? Where am I?" again turning in a circle as it seemed she was still in the same spot she had been in when she first arrived.. dispite her walking.

 

[Irvine]

Again, the soft sounds of chuckling filled the air as the sixteen year old blonde began to grow agitated and tried moving toward the trees. The laugh was so light-hearted that it could not possibly be Issac. Or, at the very least, it could not be the Issac that she knew. If it was him then he had a far better side locked away in that disturbing image of his. Come to think of it, no one had ever talked about Issac even smiling unless he was feeling up a female student or making lewd insinuations.

“You really are cute, my dear, but you will never be able to move from that spot,” the voice spoke with the same gentle tone in response to Rachel’s frustration. “You are in my world, Rachel. I control everything that is in this realm. I grew those flowers around your feet. I grew these trees that hide me from your view. I keep the clouds from the clear blue sky. I even gave you those clothes. I do apologize if you do not like them but you are rather fetching in such an outfit. It truly does suit you.”

 

[Rapedoll]

Dreaming? yes she must be dreaming she thought. This couldn't be really happening to her.
"Well why don't you show yourself?" in a slightly calmer voice. "And what do you want with me?"

 

[Irvine]

There was silence for a moment as she requested again that the demon show himself, broken only by the rustling of the flowers and trees as another breeze blew through. Rachel seemed unshaken by the situation which certainly limited the fun of the situation so maybe if he did show himself in his true form, she might have her nerves a little shaken up.

Slowly, the demon stepped out from his place hidden in the trees behind Rachel. He was tall, standing nearly six feet and two inches tall; a little re than a head taller than the young blonde. His skin was a leathery tan coloration, certainly not something that one would expect of an angel. His blonde hair was just a little longer than shoulder length in the back with his bangs trimmed just above his eyebrows. The sides of his hair were trimmed somewhere in the middle. Most disturbing would have been his completely inhuman features which made him look more like a devil than an angel. A long, whip-like tail swayed behind him, large bat-like wings were tucked in on his back, small horns protruded from that mop of golden blonde hair, and his ears were longer than normal and slightly pointed. His eyes, fixed on his prey, were black as coal with red irises.

His attire was also not what you might expect of an angel. The only clothes that he seemed to be wearing were a pair of pants; khaki in color and material. Being so lightly clothed revealed a slim but toned frame and the absence of a belly button. Being a creature made of magic and not of flesh meant that he was never ‘born’ and never had an umbilical cord to remove.

“What I want is quite simple, my dear,” the demon spoke once he was in full view behind Rachel. Now it was easy to tell where the voice had come from. He had hoped to startle her in coming up behind her though he was still a good fifteen feet from her. “I want the same thing that you do; for this Issac to be removed from my life.”

Mallkior the Incubus​

 

[Rapedoll]

Startled she turned around .. Her eyes wide as she saw the demon standing behind her.. .. her mouth slack as she stared in shock, He looked like something right out of all those horror books she read "Now I know I have to be dreaming," she said out loud to herself as her deep green eyes traveled over him.

Although there was no doubt that this .. creature standing in front of her was in fact a demon, he didn't seem like the type of demon she thought of when she thought of demons.. Normally when she thought of demons they where dark ugly creatures filled with fire and brimstone. This demon appear nothing like she would have expected one to look like, although he was in fact a demon there was something very sexual and appealing about him from the way he stood all the way to his deep dark eyes .. the way he stared at her was no less then lust, which made her feel all the more nervous.

"I...Issac? but.. but what does he have to do with this?" she asked .. her voice sounding both scared and shocked..

 

[Irvine]

The demon could literally taste Rachel’s unease; it fed him and fueled him to a small extent. Only the lustful energies of women could truly give him the power that he needed to reassemble his physical body but right now even fear was a welcome blast of flavor. As if the situation wasn’t already frightening enough for the young girl, the demon began to move toward her, slowly circling around her. Rachel would feel a mild pressure wrapping around her ankles as the demon moved. Thick, vine-like plants had grown from the ground and wrapped around her legs to keep her feet stuck to the ground.

“I have already told you that you are in my world. Though you are not awake, you are not dreaming either.” The demon spoke in that calm tone as he moved close until he was no more than five feet behind the blonde. “As I am sure you can see, I am no angel though I will be the one who delivers you from the mind of your admirer. He has summoned me, you see, and sent me to bring you to him but he’s made a terrible mistake that will cost him his queen.”

 

[Rapedoll]

Rachel tried to turn around towards him .. the top half of her body moving but her feet stayed solid where they where... " w-what?" she tried to tug her feet as she felt the vines wrap around her legs .. panic filled her. "Whats going on? whats happening?" she asked as the demon moved closer to her.. her heart pounding with each step he took.

"Issac? Oh my god what does he have to do with this?" she asked the terror building. At the shear mention of Issac's name her mind flashed back to the cafeteria.. the thought.. the feel. She could feel his hands all over her again.. the touch of his body was so vivid even to the point of smelling his sweaty body and bad breath. "He summoned you? but how i don't understand." .. she really thought she was trapped in some kind of horrible nightmare.

 

[Irvine]

“You are a curious little thing aren’t you?” the demon spoke in a playfully sensual tone as it continued to approach the blonde from behind her back. His hands fell lightly onto her shoulders when she was within his reach and he began to gently massage Rachel’s shoulders and neck. Something that Rachel might notice as strange is that she could feel his touch; really feel it. You weren’t supposed to be able to feel in dreams right?

“I suppose that it would not hurt to answer your questions. After all, you and I are trapped together now thanks to that disheveled mess of a mortal.” As he spoke, the demon worked Rachel’s muscles in an effort to keep her calm and to appear less threatening. As much as he did enjoy her terror, there was an inborn desire to maintain some very small sliver of trust with the human. It would give him more power over her later if he should need it.

“To answer your first question, I really haven’t decided what is happening here just yet. I’ve immobilized your feet so that I could get back here and work some of this tension out of you. If you promise to let me then I’ll have those vines remove themselves. As for Issac, he has everything to do with is. He wants you very badly it seems; so badly that he risked his life to bring me into this world and urn my loose onto you so that I could bring you to him but I do not wish to do that. If I am to disobey the Master’s orders then I will need your help. You need to help me save you if you do not want to end up a slave to that little insect.”