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[M4F] Script: Demon Finds you at a College Bar (1st Audio Revamped)
🕑 Added 2021-01-27 03:05:54 +0000 UTCHey! Sorry, I couldn't help but notice: did you come here alone? You did? Why is that? Friends went to a house party and you weren’t feeling it? No, no, I totally get that. They’re crazy sometimes. I'd rather not get lost in group of total strangers… although, I guess that's what we're doing right now. *Chuckles* Oh? You don't mind? Well, I'm glad to hear that.
What are you drinking there? Yeah? Sounds pretty good. Me? Oh, *laughs* I usually go to rum and coke when I’ve drank one too many.
Hmmm? Uhhh, I only ever been here our two…. I think. I guess I haven't really checked the time in a bit, so I don't know how to be honest. What about yourself?
Same? Yeah that's fair.
Not to be a creep at all, but I think I've seen you on campus a couple times. How long have you been going here? Really? Same, actually.
*Laughs* Yeah, I know ,we're both in the final stretch, right?
Me? Oh I'm doing a double major in English in psychology. Yeah *chuckles* it sucks sometimes but I don't know; I find them both really interesting. What about yourself?
Really? No, no, that's fascinating. What made you pick it? Oh come on I'm sure it's not as embarrassing as you think. No! Yes, I really want to know. You’ve gone and got me invested now, come on.
Really? A wiccan, huh?
Oh, I know what that is. I'm not some clueless frat boy when it comes to paganism, mysticism and such.
Actually - you might not - but do you know what this is? Thor's hammer, yeah, I thought you might. Or Mjolnir in ancient Norse but, yeah, same thing.
Hmm? Oh, all the time actually. I even sleep with it on…. And I usually forget it's there when I go through airport security.
Yeah; pat-down the chest every time. It gets annoying.
Well usually it's a guy that does it, so I'm sure I wouldn't mind that either. Although most of the workers tend to be a bit older and not around your age. Well, right, our age.
I'm sure anyone would have a blast patent you down at airport security though. Would I? Well, I said “anyone”, didn't I? Do I not count?
Maybe we can do it for each other next time. Although, I have a feeling that wouldn’t fly with the airport staff.
No, that wasn't really an intentional pun, but since you noticed it, sure.
*sigh* I swear, the music in here is slowly making me deaf. Yeah, it’s way too loud. Oh? Sure, I wouldn’t mind talking outside at all, if the cold doesn’t bother you too much, that is. I think it’s stopped snowing, but it’s still pretty chilly.
Oh, I closed out already, but… Well, are you gunna let me pay for your tab? *laugh* Oh, I’m sure, it’s no problem at all. Unless you’ve been downing drinks left and right, but you seem pretty sober, so I have a feeling that’s not the case.
*laughs* That’s what I thought. Then yes, I wouldn’t mind at all.
*shivers* Ah fuck *laughs* Yeah, it’s freezing out here, actually.
Hmm? Back to yours? I wouldn’t say no. How far away are you though? Oh, really? That’s actually in the same direction as me, so I guess that works even better then.
*Laughs* No, I don’t mind walking at all, if that’s what you’d prefer.
Oh, my majors? *chuckle* Yeah, they're a bit of an interesting pair aren't they? But, to me at least,they both have a lot to do with the way humans think, and interact, and I've always been interested in that stuff. I mean the human mind is a really complex thing, and just when you think you understand somebody, they go and do something… completely unexpected.
What about you though made you become a Wiccan?
Do I believe in some big man up in the sky, dictating what's right and wrong?
No. Not really. Religion is fascinating, as is the history that goes with it, but… a lot of it just isn’t for me.
So, and don’t take this the wrong way at all, but, do you believe in like casting spells and that kind of stuff?
No, *laughs* please, I’m not making fun of you at all. I've always been intrigued by those ideas but... I don't know it's hard to choose what you believe in I guess.
Oh? This is your place? *laughs* Are you sure you don’t mind? I don’t bug you too much, yet? Alright, then I can come in for a bit. I’m probably done drinking though, so just water's fine.
Yeah, thank you.
This is a nice place you have here. Any roommates? Just yourself? No, I don't blame you. I got six roommates, and well, friends are nice and all, but sometimes you just need your space.
So, I have a confession. I had a feeling you were a Wiccan, or a witch; something along those lines.
How? Well, this might be oddly specific but, for example, let's say back in elementary school, when you first found out what a Wiccan was, and spells, and the idea that magic might actually exist outside of stories. It was exciting, right? Why wouldn’t it be?
So, in your state of excitement, naturally, you just dove head first into it, not thinking too much about everything you were doing. You went online, looked around, and after a while you found some useful sites after all the New Age bullshit, like spells for weight loss, making money. No, you eventually found something like somebody's personal blog, where they really showed their passion. It got you more interested, and you looked deeper. You found more sites like it, and I mean even back then, most knowledge from books you might not have had access to were all online if you looked hard enough.
So, you took your favorites from each source, you know stuff you thought was real and that sounded just strange enough that it might actually work. Strange old symbols from alphabets that no one really knows anymore. Different shapes that you arranged, and the objects put inside them. The timing, the location.
Being a kid, you had pretty limited resources, but you thought you did pretty well, and even added your own personal touch to it. Didn't you?
What am I talking about? You mean, you can't relate to that? It wouldn't even spark your memory if I reminded you that the “personal touch” was your own blood?
Are you feeling alright? You're looking a little shaky. Was it something you drank? Or was it something I said?
What am I even saying? Who would remember that? It was years ago. You were a kid. Looking back at now, it all seems silly, like you were just messing around.
Now, of course, you take more calculated steps. Less drastic measures, and put some thought into what the consequences might be.
Oh, I know, I know. I should go.
But, you invited me. If you didn't want me here, all he had to do was leave me at the door. Aren't you going to be courteous to your guest? After all, you're the reason I'm here in the first place.
When you first started this cycle, you were just a kid. What was I going to do? Hell, it was almost insulting back then. Now though...
Well, you’ve grown quite nicely, haven’t you? I don't mind being drawn to you anymore.
With the way you were acting earlier tonight, it seems like you don't mind it so much either. Isn't that right?
Oh you don't have to answer. Not yet at least. Maybe later I’ll… squeeze it out of you.
But, I can see it in your eyes. That mixture of fear and excitement. The fact that you know exactly what I’m talking about, but the realization that hearing someone else say it out loud is terrifying.
Oh? You'll call the police? Why? What are they going to do? Are you even going to wait and see I have in mind?
*whispers* You’re acting awfully scared for someone who’s soaking wet. What's wrong? Can't make up your mind about what you want?
Look at that. You’re phone’s out, but you’re not using it, are you? That hesitation. You are curious.
Come now, let the hunter have his prey.
Good girl.
*chuckles* I was right: anyone would have a good time patting you down. Aren't you glad I get to do more than that though?
What? You don’t like me playing with you? Does my finger not feel good? Even when I press it against this soft, tender clit?
That's what I thought. You know you shouldn't, but you can't help it, can you?
You’ve been dying to get fucked, like the slut you are. Isn’t that right? Oh, don’t lie. I’m no regular, boring, college stud, waiting to fuck you for five minutes and then move on. I’m a bit more than that, remember?
I can see right past your futile acts. I know what you want, even without you saying it. I'll give it to you, don't worry.
You're getting a little hot in those clothes, aren’t you? Here, let me help.
*chuckles* Stay still. Fuss and struggle too much, and you might hurt yourself. What would I even be here for, at that point?
There. See? You moved too much, and I couldn't get the buttons. So, I had to just tear them away.
Oh, go ahead and cover your tits. I was more interested in your neck anyways.
Not moving around so much now, are we?
(some nasty ass kissing noises I guess)
Oh dear *chuckles* Did I draw blood? Well, it isn’t very much, and you look like you’re doing more than fine.
Well, if you're all warmed up, I think it's unfair that you get all the enjoyment. You did invite me here after all, so why not show me some hospitality.
What do I mean? Well, what I mean is you’re going to get on your knees, and open your mouth, like the good girl you are. Aren’t you?
*Chuckles* That’s right. You may not be a slut, but tonight, you are my whore. Now, you were just about to move, weren’t you?
Good girl.
Oh dear, what’s wrong now? Worried that it won't fit? Or maybe you've never done this to a stranger before? Well, don't worry I can do most of the work. All you have to do is open your mouth.
I said… There. Now, are you going to make me hold your jaw the whole time? It makes it a little more difficult for me to move the rest of your head.
Oh well, I'll do it for a bit if I have to. At least until you can't resist anymore, and finally given to all the lust I can see burning in your eyes.
Well, that didn't take long, did it?
What happened? Couldn't help yourself? Or maybe you finally got what you wanted. This doesn't feel like it's your first time. You like sucking cock, don't you? The way it slides across your tongue, pushes past your lips. Or maybe it's the reaction you get out of it. You enjoy pleasuring others too much, isn’t that right?
Alright, alright, if you kept going, I’m worried that the fun might end too soon. And look at you you've been dribbling a mess on the floor. I can't leave you like this can?
Don’t worry, slut, I won't. I'll make sure that when I'm done with you, all you can do is lie and quiver in the bed, your legs trembling, your mind blank from how hard I am going to fuck you.
*laughs* Yes? No condom, what’s wrong with that? You don't want to get impregnated by the demon you summoned? Don't worry I'll make sure that doesn't happen. Yet, at least. I plan to make this a recurring situation. It just wouldn't be as fun if you had a kid to worry about.
Am I sure about this? How could I not be, and how could you not be ei ther, if that’s what’s going on. Do you know why? Do you remember? Why I am so… very sure. It’s because your body belongs to me. You made that choice for yourself long ago. You should have known that.
So now my personal, wet, fuck toy. You'll do it I say, understand? Good girl.
Then get on the bed, and let me spread your legs so that I have room to do what I want.
*Absolutely horrid licking noises that kill me inside every time*
For as long as you waited, your cunt seems to be dying with anticipation. Look at how much it's leaking.
It tastes so sweet too - I could stay down here for a while.
What's wrong? You’ve never had anyone suck on your clit before? You don't have to answer. Your expression tells me all I need to know.
Well you're certainly ready now. Not that you needed any more lubricant anyways; your pussy's been twitching for my cock ever since you laid eyes on me, hasn't it?
Well, it certainly is it now, slut.
No, no, there's no need to move around. Here. Isn't that better? I think so. My hand around your neck, almost like it’s a handle for me to pull you down, while I push in.
Can you feel that? The way I start to stretch you out, while I slide in? I know you like that feeling; I can see it on your face.
Good girl, look at you, and how well you take my cock.
Oh? Grabbing at my hand? Do you want me to squeeze that delicate neck a little harder? Yes? what a slut. Maybe you really did pick the right spell, all those years ago. You certainly don't regret it now, do you? No….
Maybe you don't even know what I'm talking about. You just care about one thing now, don't you? You’re starting to feel so cock drunk, you just want me to fuck you harder, and harder. I know my little whore. You want your tight fuck hole, stretched by my cock. You feeling, the way I push it past your tight, little lips and my balls and slap against your ass when I push all the way inside. I know you do. You’re such for me, aren't you, my little bitch?
What’s that? You’re getting close? So soon? Go ahead then. Cum. Cum all over my cock. Show me just how much you've been needing this. That's it. Oh, good girl. I can feel your pussy clenched around me. I know that clit is throbbing right now. But I’m not going to stop, no. I won't. I can see it in your eyes you're not done. Your body's still shaking. You want more, don’t you? Good girl.
You haven’t orgamsed in far too long. Don’t worry, I won't stop till I'm done with you. That's it, go on. Go on, whore, cum again. Tell me how much you love feeling my cock inside of you. My hand around your neck, the way I pull at it when I thrust. I can tell you love that. That gasp, every time I push myself all the way in. What a slut. What a good fuck toy you are. Go on, cum again for me. Cum.
Didn’t I say that you wouldn’t be able to walk when I was done with you? That's it. Good girl.
Stop? Why? You can't handle the sensation anymore? Is your pussy driving you mad? It’s too much pleasure to bear? Can’t you take it a little longer? What if I told you that I was close to cumming. Don’t you want to feel it fill you up?
Oh, now it’s “don’t stop”? Good girl. I knew you could do it. That’s it, just a little longer. That's it. Cum again, keep cumming.
You really want me to cum inside of you, don’t you? You want to feel all that hot liquid shoot into your tight little hole? Feel my cock push it even further in, until you start to leak?
Then go on. Tell me. Tell me whore. My pet. Where do you want me to cum? Where? Louder slut, louder. Where do you want me to cum?
Good girl, that’s it.
*improv till finish*
What a good girl.
What’s wrong? Sensory overload? Are you going to pass out?
Oh, I know you loved it. You don’t have to say that. But I’m glad you did. That just makes you belong to me a little more, doesn’t it?
Sleep, sleep. Don’t worry, I’ll be here. I can’t go very far anyways; you were the one who summoned me, after all. That does make me *your* demon.
