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The Girl in the Red Dress

Be warned, this contains graphic descriptions!

It was a normal Friday night for myself. It was 6.00pm and I was getting ready to go to a party at a friend's house. My stereo was blasting heavy metal and I was in the bathroom, shaving in the mirror while wearing nothing but a towel around my waist.

I rinsed the excess shaving foam off of my face and splashed on some aftershave, which stung slightly. Next I went through to the main room of my bed-sit apartment and threw the towel aside. I looked through my wardrobe and pulled out a pair of black, stonewashed jeans and a black, short-sleeved shirt.

I lay them down on the king-sized bed and walked over to my dresser. From the dresser I took out a pair of black boxer-briefs and a pair of black cotton socks. I placed the garments on top of my other clothes on the bed and stood in front of my full-length mirror.

I was muscular and I always stopped to take it in whenever I could. Most of my body had been covered in tattoos, mostly depicting violence and death. I designed them all myself because during the day, I ran my own tattoo studio down town. It was a very busy studio and that was because of my expertise. You see, I was the most decorated tattoo artist in the city (Both in tattoos and awards).

My body hair was always at a minimum, the only visible body hair being in my armpits, and I could plainly see my large penis in the mirror. At eight inches soft, it was quite a monster. Even more so when it was at it's full eleven inches when hard. I named it “The Beast”.

I pulled on my boxer-briefs, which bulged in the crotch from my big guy. Next I pulled on my socks, sitting on the bed so that I didn't fall over. Up next was the jeans which slipped on and were held up with a black leather belt. I then pulled on my shirt and buttoned it up.

I dusted myself down and checked myself out in the mirror. I was gorgeous.

I stepped over to the other side of the room and sat down on my futon. I pulled on a pair of black leather army boots and tied the laces up. I then stood up and picked up my black leather jacket. After putting on my jacket, I turned off the stereo and left my apartment to go to the party.

On my way to the party, I stopped by my local supermarket to pick up some alcohol. I grabbed a two litre of dry cider and two seventy-five centilitres bottles of whiskey. Only the whiskey was for the party, the cider was for on the way there.

I hated paying for buses that were rarely cleaned and crammed full of people, so I usually walked to all the parties I went to. So the cider helped pass the time while I walked.

It took nearly an hour to walk to my friend's house on the other side of the small city and I had already finished the cider. And although there was two litres of cider in my system, I was nowhere near tipsy.

I knocked on the door and my friend, John, Answered the door. John was a metal-head like me but he was nowhere near as well kept as I was. He was slightly chubby, always wore old clothes, had a long, shabby beard and long hair to match. He resembled homeless bum.

“Gabriel!” he yelled over the loud music. “You made it!”

“I brought my own booze.” I said, holding up a bottle of whiskey in each hand.

“Good for you!” he yelled. “We're doing absinthe shots later on. You in?”

“Nah, I'm good bro.” I replied.

He invited me in and I followed, closing the front door behind me. The inside of John's apartment was huge. There was plenty of space for everyone and I had estimated that there was about fifty people there.

Despite his shabby looks, John was actually loaded. When he was eighteen, he had come up with an idea that I won't delve into with the details, but the important thing was that his ingenious idea had made him a millionaire.

And despite his fortune, his apartment was scarcely furnished. The main room had no furniture other than two large couches and sixty inch television which was mounted on the wall.

The music was blaring from the television and everyone was having a good time, drinking and socialising. I stood near the doorway to the hallway and cracked open my first bottle of whiskey. John had disappeared into the kitchen, his usual domain at parties, And I was left with a bunch of people I didn't know.

“You can put your coat in the spare bedroom.” a guy standing beside me said into my ear.

“Thanks.” I replied. “I'm Gabriel.” I offered my hand.

He shook my hand. “I'm Dave, I live here with John.”

“You must have moved in recently.” I said

“Yeah. Apparently John didn't like living in this big apartment on his own so he put an advert in the paper for a room-mate. I answered it.”

“Lucky you.” I said and headed back down the hall.

I found the spare room which had nothing in it except a bed with a bare mattress, topped with a few coats. I took my jacket off and hung it up in the closet, the unopened bottle of whiskey still in the inside pocket.

I returned to the party and was instantly taken aside by a pretty blonde girl wearing black skinny jeans and a baggy tank-top.

“Nice tattoos.” she said, stroking my left arm. “Who designed them?”

“I did.”

“No fucking way!” she yelled “What do you do for a living?”

“I'm a tattoo artist.”

“That's fucking awesome!” I could tell she was already drunk. “I like this one here the most.”

She pointed out the tattoo on the inside of my left forearm. It was a pile of skulls, each one decorated to depict characters from my favourite video games.

“That one depicts my favourite video games.” I said.

“Why they all dead like that?”

“To go with the theme of the rest of my arm.” I pulled my sleeve up on my shirt, showing several more skeleton-related tattoos.

“Dude!” she yelled. “You are fucking legendary!”

She swayed slightly, probably from light-headedness.

“You should go sit down.” I said.

She swayed again. “You're probably right.” she paused for a moment. “I need a piss.”

And just like that, she was gone. And thank god for that.

I went through to the kitchen in the hopes that I wouldn't run into the blonde drunk girl again and ran in with John and several other people, mostly girls.

“Gabe!” he yelled with excitement “Nice of you to join us in the party zone.”

“Seems like the party is actually through there.” I pointed to the living room with my thumb.

“Nonsense!” he yelled. He like to yell a lot. “Those idiots don't know how to have a party!”

It was quite smoky in the kitchen, most likely due to the fact that all twelve people, except me, was smoking.

There was a ting and John got even more excited. He turned around and turned off the cooker and pulled out a baking tray with brownies on it.

“Here's why the kitchen is the best place to have a party!” he yelled, placing the baking tray on the centre island of the kitchen.

I could already tell what was in the brownies from the distinct aroma that they emitted. They were definitely pot brownies.

“You know, guys.” he said while beginning to cut up the brownies onto a serving plate. “I heard a guy the other day saying that he does all sorts of drugs. I could tell that he was just trying to impress his friends who were all smoking pot at the time. And the guy said, and I quote, “I inject four marijuanas a day!””

The room burst into laughter, me included. Even I knew that you didn't inject cannabis. It was almost impossible to do so. I also know that successfully injecting cannabis was one of the few ways it could kill you.

“What a fucking idiot!” I heard a red-headed girl shout. “Did his friends laugh at him?”

“You can bet your fucking ass they did!” John laughed some more. “They laughed at him so hard that he ran off, crying like a child!”

They all laughed some more. While I did find it amusing, I didn't laugh at all.

“Come on, Gabriel.” John said. “That was hilarious. Why are you not laughing?”

I forced a little laugh to make him happy.

“There we go.” he said as he served the brownies onto plates and began handing them out. “You want one Gabriel?”

“Sure.”

I had never taken drugs before so this was a first for me. I took the brownie from him and took a large bite. It was delicious. Before, I had always taken John's word when he said that the weed brought out the flavour of the chocolate in the brownies, now I knew it was true.

I munched down the rest of my brownie and returned the plate to John.

“Was it good?” he asked.

“Fucking amazing.” I replied “How long until it kicks in?”

“Anything up to an hour.” he said, starting to eat his second brownie. “Try not to eat too many, seeing as you're drinking as well.”

“Sure.”

I stood there, in the kitchen, listening to the others tell stories about other times they took drugs. There was this redhead girl beside me, dressed in a tight tank top and black leggings who started talking to me.

“About a week ago,” she said. “I went to a party where everyone was smoking weed.”

I nodded to her to tell her to keep going.

“I was handed a bong and I ended up smoking a whole ounce to myself. I was fucking wrecked. Then before I knew it, I was having sex with this strange guy on the kitchen floor.”

“Wow.” I said.

“Yeah I know!” she yelled. “Then he came inside of me and walked away. And before I could get up, his friend was on top of me, fucking me. I was too stoned to do anything.”

“So you were raped?”

“No, it wasn't like that. I actually enjoyed it. Then once he was done, another guy took his place, and then another.”

“So you let four strangers have their way with you?”

“Not quite.” she said.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, after the fourth guy, I was led into the living room stripped naked and tied to the coffee table. It was exciting. Before I knew what was happening, I had a guy in my ass, two others playing with my tits and a girl grinding her bare, wet pussy on my face.”

I was staring at her breasts, which were huge. “Think we'll have a repeat tonight?”

She laughed. “One can only hope.”

“So what happened next?” I could feel the cannabis kicking in and thanks to the whiskey, I had begun to lose my inhibitions.

“after six more guys ejaculated inside me, one of the girls began fisting my pussy as another guy shoved his dick in my mouth. I sucked that dick until he came and the girl fisted me until I came. And what was even better was that the whole thing was recorded on my phone.”

“Really?”

“Don't believe me? Here, have a look.”

She took out her phone and played the video file. Right enough, it was recorded right from the point of the first guy in the kitchen. She fast-forwarded the video to the point where she was tied down. I was getting hard just watching this video.

“Your tits are really nice.”

“Thanks.” she replied.

She fast-forwarded the clip again and I watched as she was fisted until she came. The girl fisting her was covered in the juices that sprayed from her vagina.

“Amazing.” I said.

“I know, right? I enjoyed myself at that party.”

“Can I see your tits first hand?”

She looked at me with a surprised expression then suddenly took her top off and unhooked her bra. Everyone cheered as her huge breasts were exposed for everyone to see. And for some strange reason, the other girls in the kitchen followed her example.

I counted seven topless women in the kitchen with us. I began to hear moaning from the living room so I went to investigate. To my surprise, there was already an orgy under way in the living room. Women fucking men, women fucking women and even a man fucking another man.

I returned to the kitchen to find everyone in there already getting down to business. The woman I wanted to fuck, the redhead girl who got gang-banged at her last party, was sucking on John's dick. I felt left out so I returned to the living room.

I downed the last of the whiskey and then looked around at the people having sex without me. I put the empty bottle on the floor and contemplated joining in with the two girls locked in a sixty-nine position. Then I saw her.

She was the only girl still wearing clothes. She had long blonde hair, bright blue eyes and was wearing a long red lace dress. She looked straight at me, staring right into my eyes. She was beautiful.

I watched as she slowly made her way through the crowd of people engaged in sexual activities and left the room into the hallway. I ran over to the door which she had left through and just managed to catch a glimpse of her going into the toilet. I went into the spare room and grabbed my second bottle of whiskey.

I drunk about a quarter of the bottle before knocking on the bathroom door. The door opened slightly and through the crack I could see a single blue eye looking out at me.

“Fancy some fun?” I said with a big smile on my face.

“Depends on what you have in mind?” her voice was soft and soothing.

“Hows about some private fun in there? Just me and you, we'll rock each other's worlds.”

She paused for a second. “Come in.”

I entered the bathroom which was covered in white tiles with a single magnolia wall. It was quite spacious for a bathroom. I finally saw her in full, up close. Her long blonde hair hung in natural curls, covering half her face. Her curves were quite prominent in her tight, lace dress which came half-way down her thighs. I could tell she wasn't wearing tights of any kind. She wore red high heeled shoes with red nail polish on her toenails and fingernails.

She locked the bathroom door after I was in the room.

“You excited?” she said, closing the gap between us, putting her arms around my waist and staring up into my eyes.

“Yeah, I'm excited. Although I'm quite wasted.”

“Really? I haven't touched anything tonight.”

“So you're sober?”

“Yes.”

“And you still want to do this?”

“I get my kicks in other ways.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“It's better if I just show you.”

She kissed me. It was anything but a small peck. She grabbed my hair and pulled me close to her, crushing my lips against hers. She opened her mouth and slipped her tongue between my lips, feeling about my mouth with it. I met her tongue with mine, caressing it all over with my slippery organ. The cannabis I had ingested earlier was heightening the sensation.

She grabbed my ass with one hand, the other firmly holding my face in place. My left hand travelled down her back to squeeze her ass, my right moved up to cup her breast. She gave a moan of pleasure.

She pulled back and I opened my eyes. My heart jumped when I saw her. Her pale skin was now a dark grey, her eyes were black with gold irises and horns had sprouted from her head. I was going to scream but after I had blinked, she was back to normal.

“Are you okay?” she asked. “You look like you've seen a ghost.”

“I... I'm okay.” I lied.

She took a step back and turned around. “Unzip me.”

I took a hold of the zip on the back of the dress and pulled it down. I watched as the lace dress slipped to the floor with ease, revealing red lace matching bra and thong. Her skin was flawless and all I could think about was how cute she looked, standing there in front of me.

“How do I look?” she asked, blushing.

“Amazing.”

She grabbed me by the belt buckle and pulled me close. Slowly, she unbuckled my belt then she unbuttoned my jeans. She then pulled my jeans down to my ankles and forced me to sit down on the toilet seat. She then got down on her knees slowly and pulled down my boxer-briefs, my already hard member standing to attention.

She took it in one hand and gently stroked it.

“You like that?”

“Mmm... yeah.” I moaned

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as she continued to stroke me gently. I felt her wrap her lips around the tip, her tongue stroking it gently, moist with saliva. It felt amazing.

I opened my eyes and looked down to her. Her grey skin and horns were back and I was just about to scream when she stopped and turned back to normal. She smiled at me, baring jagged teeth. But once she closed her mouth and opened it again to put my cock in it once more, her teeth were back to normal.

This is some powerful weed, I thought to myself.

I was coming close to a climax when she stopped sucking and stood up.

“Can't have you finishing before the main event, can we?”

She then unclipped her bra and tossed it aside before slowly pulling down her thong and placed it aside. She then climbed on top of me, legs on either side, and slipped me inside of her with ease.

Inside her was warm and wet. I had never felt this good just being inside someone. Every girl that I had been with before had always made me use a condom but for some reason, this girl didn't care. I didn't care either as long as it didn't come back to bite me in the ass.

She went gentle at first, using my whole length to pleasure herself. Up and down, up and down, slow and gentle. She stroked a nipple on my face and I licked it.

She moaned as my tongue caressed her nipple. I gave it a suck and then a bite. She moaned even more.

“Yeah, baby,” she moaned. “Bite it just like that.”

She began to grind on my cock as I played with her nipples. Harder and harder, she kept grinding. I looked up at her and she gazed down into my eyes. She then pulled me close to her, my head in her chest.

I pulled back to kiss her but what I saw stopped me. She was glaring at me, the grey skin, horns and golden eyes were back. Her mouth was wide open with jagged teeth and a long purple tongue hanging over her chin.

“Give me a kiss, baby.” she said in a deep, almost demonic voice.

I opened my mouth to scream but as I did, the girl sprouted dragon-like wings and shoved her long tongue down my throat. I gagged and tried to pull away but was unable to because now she was holding onto my head.

And she was still riding my hard cock, fast and hard. I no longer wanted to fuck her but she was not giving me the choice. Between her tongue down my throat, her hands gripping my head and her pelvic floor grasping my dick, I was in no position to even attempt escape.

And then it happened. Suddenly I felt release, in more ways than one. At the precise moment that I had reached climax, the girl let go of my head and removed her tongue from my throat. I moaned with relief and she moaned with pleasure. I felt her insides contract as she too reached climax.

I closed my eyes as we sat there, motionless, waiting for her climax to stop. Then she got off of me, a quick movement which pained my still sensitive member.

I had no idea how long I sat there with my eyes closed but when I opened them, the girl was standing there, in front of me, fully clothed and back to normal with semen dripping down her right leg, holding her thong in her hand.

“This was indeed, fun.” she said with a grin on her face. “Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

“What the fuck happened? You freaked me out there.”

She stepped over to me and tilted my head up to look her in the eyes. “That's simple, babe. I was not invited to this party. I let myself in. In fact I am not even of this world.”

Her features slowly changed back into the horrifying monster.

“I am what you'd call a succubus.” She said in her deep demonic voice. And I have come here for the sole purpose of seducing you.”

“Wh... why me?” I asked, fear in my mind.

“So I can make you do my bidding, of course.”

“But... but...”

“No buts now.” she grinned again. “Now, sleep.”

She clicked her fingers and everything went black.

When I came to, I was stark naked and lying on what I could only assume was John's bed. I was sticky, like all over. I peeled myself off of John's bedsheets and looked around the room. The only light in the room was the orange glow of the street lights outside the building beaming through the open curtains.

I walked over to the door and tried to turn on the light but nothing happened when I hit the switch.

I think the bulb is done. I thought to myself.

I opened the door to the living room and was surprised to find that the lights were off.

“Hello?” I called out. “Anyone here?”

I felt along the wall for the light switch. There was a stickiness to the floor. I tripped on something on my way. It was long and squishy but cold. Almost like a leg of an animal without hair.

I flicked the switch on the wall and stood there, staring at my hand. My hand was covered in dark red blood, most likely what was causing the sticky sensation when I woke up. Where did this blood come from? Why was I covered in the stuff?

I looked back towards the bedroom reluctantly and saw the thing I had almost tripped over. It was a leg, severed from it's body at the knee. I could tell it had belonged to a woman by the blue nail polish on the toes.

I felt sick but I felt the need to turn around and look at the rest of the room. Turning slowly, I took in the nightmare that was the living room.

There was blood everywhere: all over the carpet, the couches and even on the tv. There was a message on the wall written in blood.

'The night of the all mighty Dark Lord is upon us.' it read.

#what the hell #horror #what the fuuuuck

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