Pamela Jenson walked through the aisles of Pick 'n Pay supermarket pushing a trolley. She wore a beige silk sweater that stretched across her braless breasts. The light blue denim that spun tightly around her buttocks caused some heads to turn. Her dark hair had been tied up in a sloppy knot causing wisps of hair to fall over her shoulders. She sensed she was being looked at by the occasional men that passed her by, but she somehow liked the attention. It made her feel sexy and wanted, especially when the married men looked at her.
She had a few things in the trolley, enough for the week anyway. She liked to eat fresh foods and therefore had to do her shopping on a weekly basis, sometimes even bi-weekly. It also allowed her to prove that she was still highly in demand by most men. She made sure she had everything she needed for the week as she scanned the few things in the trolley, fresh vegetables, chicken breasts, skimmed milk and various other things. When she was satisfied she proceeded towards the cash register.
At the end of the aisle, Pamela saw a man approaching. She thought he was not too bad looking with his brown hair and eyes. There was something in his eyes, something attractive and mysterious. She had all sorts of stares from many kinds of men in the past, but this one was different. It was seductive and arousing at the same time. She realised she was mesmerised while staring back at him. She forced herself to look away by pretending to find something of interest on the shelves.
From the corner of her eyes, she saw him approaching, coming closer with each step. She could sense his eyes on her. Although she pretended not to see him, she could feel him. He had a presence she had never experienced before. She was uncontrollably drawn to him. She looked at him and regarded his muscular face. She looked into his eyes for a split second which felt like hours of fun, like a dream she had images of herself being sexually aroused...
She was lying naked on her dining table rubbing over her breasts. Her hands slipped down her soft skin until they found her genitals. Her long fingers with naturally groomed nails started rubbing over herself. She knew she was aroused as she had not been this wet since she had been a teenager. She looked at him where he was standing a few meters away with a gentle smile on his face. He was in control of her and in control of the entire situation. It seemed like he was in control of her body movements as well. She started picking up the pace with her middle finger, her face an erotic mask of pleasure as she softly grunted while her other hand squeezed her breasts. Moments before her climax, he penetrated her with a penis that seemed too large for her body to handle. She felt a sting at first before the pleasure overwhelmed her. Her body pulsed from the numerous orgasms while the stranger pounded her harder each time. She had sex with a few different guys in the past, but it had never been this intense. Her whole body trembled with delight. She never knew she could have so many orgasms in one session. She read about it in some magazines, but she discarded it as exaggerations.
Pamela's mind and body were back from the best daydream she ever experienced, a dream that felt too real. The last thing she had seen when she opened her eyes was the smile on the stranger's face when he passed her by, sinister but handsome. She looked over her shoulder, but he was gone, disappeared like a shadow in the night. She still tried to get her racing breath under control when she felt that her panty was wet. She wondered what happened while she was having her dream. What did the other people say when they passed her? Did she have any fits? Fortunately, there were not too many people around. She wondered if she had screamed and made noises that would without a doubt sounded like sex to a passing stranger.
Pamela retrieved the shopping bags from the trolley and placed them in the back of her car. She shut the door and got in behind the steering wheel. She entered the key into the ignition and leaned back in her seat staring out the windscreen. Who was that man walking down the aisle? Was he real and why did she have such a vivid dream about him? Who needed sex with men when one could have daydreams like that? It has been a while since she had good sex, but she was not so sure she needed it for a long time after this day. Her buckets of desires had been filled to last her for a long time. She tried to picture the stranger's face and could only think of his eyes. There was something in them that had drawn her in moments before she had the dream. Was she losing her mind or was it just the fact that she had not had good sex in a long time? She started the car and drove out of the parking lot.
Pamela parked her car in the driveway in front of her one-bedroom flat. She was in no mood to park it inside the garage. Anyway, the neighbourhood she lived in was safe and quiet. She got out and unlocked the front door. She came back and grabbed a few plastic shopping bags and started carrying them inside. She did not have the strength to carry them all at once and decided to do at least two trips. She placed the first bunch of bags on the kitchen counter and went outside to get the rest. She grabbed the remaining bags and locked her car. When she entered the kitchen for the second time, she realised that she was not alone.
Pamela looked into those familiar brown eyes of the stranger from earlier in the supermarket. She froze with fear. She wanted to scream but no sounds would come out. She looked into the strangers inviting eyes and was not sure she wanted to scream anymore. All fear and anxiety subsided, and she started to relax somehow. Slowly she bent down and placed the shopping bags on the floor next to her. She remembered that the front door was still open, but that didn't bother her anymore. It was there for many reasons, the main one was to keep strangers from coming into her flat uninvited and yet here she was standing with a total stranger inside her flat already. She wondered how he got here so quickly and how he slipped into her flat unnoticed, but that didn't matter anymore. Something about this stranger was different. He had karma and presence, a power that controlled her mind and body in such a way that she wanted to do things willingly.
'Come to me,' Mormo said stretching out his arms.
Mormo's voice vibrated through Pamela's body which ended up in her genitals. She felt herself becoming aroused again as she moved towards the stranger until she was in direct reach of him.
Mormo touched Pamela's face. He stroked her skin gently as his hand slipped down her neck. 'You are perfect in every way.' He lifted his other hand in the air and the front door slammed shut with a loud thud, moved by an invisible force. His hand moved over her breast gently stroking her stiff nipples.
Pamela threw her head back with an erotic grunt exposing her neck. 'Take me,' she said facing him again. She touched him while looking deep into his eyes. She saw the smile on his face, the smile that said she had to wait a little longer. Why rush things when it came to such matters?
Pamela unbuttoned her jeans and slowly walked towards her dining table leading the stranger by the hand. She removed her sneakers and dropped her jeans. She got on the table and opened her legs a little exposing her white silk underwear. She removed her sweater and looked down at her breasts. Her nipples were hard and brown. She leaned back on the table. She started stroking her breasts before she squeezed them with another grunt. Her breath started racing as she looked at the stranger's smile.
He grabbed her panty and ripped it off with a deep grunt. He liked how her genitals glistered from the climax he had caused her in the supermarket. He started rubbing his fingers over her genitals. He could hear her breath racing even faster. He loved the noises she made, the noises associated with sheer pleasure.
She felt a sting when Mormo penetrated her. She felt it deep and hard. It hurt at first but soon she experienced the greatest pleasure. Pamela looked up into the stranger's face and noticed how it changed. First, his eyes went from brown to black and then brown again. His face shifted from a human to a demon as he pounded her harder and harder.
He noticed her body jerking back and forth to the rhythm of the force he penetrated her with. He enjoyed her screaming. It was a mixture of pleasure and some pain.
'Hecate, I call onto you to come forth,' Mormo said with a demonic voice throwing his face towards the ceiling. 'The path is clear, and the vessel is conducive. Come forth.' He looked down at Pamela's jerking body. He noticed the pleasure on her face.
Mormo felt a familiar presence. That was when the cupboard doors started flapping. Plates flew through the air and shattered on the floor. The microwave flashed several times before it exploded, blowing the door towards the counter. The earth underneath started vibrating as ornament crept from the tables and walls before they shattered on the floor. The ceiling board caved in and cracks appeared before it fell all around them.
'Come to me my dear, I need you to stand by my side,' Mormo said.
Pamela seemed to be in a world of her own, a cocoon of pleasure that she did not even take note of the carnage happening all around her.
The leather couches were moving around pushed by an invisible force as they slid aimlessly over the floor. The TV flashed black and white except for the erotic sound uttered by Pamela's mouth.
A grey opaque figure appeared floating inches above the floor next to the table where Pamela was lying on her back. It was a tall figure wearing a long grey dress.
'You had come to aid me. I found you the perfect vessel,' Mormo said without looking at the figure. Instead, he was looking at the flawless body lying in front of him.
The figure circled around the table regarding Pamela from all angles. It paused for a moment and charged, penetrating Pamela's body. The sounds of pleasure seized in an instant and Pamela's eyes flew open. They were black. 'Having fun?' Pamela's lips moved, but it was not her voice. It was a distorted voice coming from a dark place.
'Hecate,' Mormo said. He seized his sexual activity with Pamela's body. 'How do you like your new vessel?' He asked stepping back from Pamela's naked body.
Hecate regarded her new body before she finally nodded in agreement. 'Not bad. No wonder you were enjoying yourself so much.'
'You know how I feel about the human pigs. This was the best suit I could find,' Mormo said. 'We have lots of work to do. You need to get dressed.'
Hecate got up from the table and took the pile of clothes lying on the floor, 'what brought you here? And why am I here?'
'Our work here is in jeopardy. I felt something powerful from above, something that can destroy centuries of work on earth. I could not sense where it came from but it was so powerful that I had to summon you to aid me. This is not like the Viking pigs I slew centuries ago. This is stronger and more focused.'
'So what do you want me to do?' Hecate asked as she started getting dressed.
'We have a workforce of human pigs that can do the dirty work for us. I want you to summon them and expand our forces. Get them together and ready for battle. We need to find where this force came from and destroy it before it destroys us.'
'So where are you going?' Hecate asked. 'What are you going to do?'
'I'm going after that force I felt. I need to find it,' Mormo said.
Hecate nodded.