1. Possessed - Part I


    Date: 4/5/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Alien, Cruelty, Domination / Submission, Mind Control, Author: eroticmonster, Source: sexstories.com

    PART I The old woman glanced up from her book to see the kindly gent from two doors down take his evening constitutional. For over a year now, without fail, she had watched him leave his house and struggle up the incline bearing greater weight on his stick with each day. In a passing conversation she wondered why he felt the need to go out as dusk fell and his strength waned, but his reply was merely a stubborn need to leave the house. She sighed and returned her gaze to her book giving no further thought to the gents impending disappearance. His path took him up the hill and into the seedier side of town. Here live the ne’er-do-wells and down and outs, the drug pushers and pimps. Discount shops, one man betting shops and cash converters lined the streets while kids played in streets lined with broken lights and abandoned cars in which teenagers fucked after dark. The man hobbled past the buzzing streetlight he associated with entering these slums and decided tonight to venture into the alley behind the run down shops. The smell from the bins infused the air with sour pungency and glass crunched underfoot. Out of sight of the public he was able to walk properly, the necessity of faking his decrepit state less important. He was still old he told himself and had to be careful not to fall or annoy any thugs, but he now used his stick to prod at heaps of tattered rugs and piles of cardboard that the homeless used to keep warm, once or twice eliciting a moan or angry curse. He ...
    passed overflowing industrial bins and piles of rubbish strewn across the alley, left there by the desperate searching for something to eat. A distant part of his mind felt for these bums as the cold night closed in and his breath turned to white puffs, but he was too old to pay much attention or even do something about them. In his vast experience they had usually done it to themselves and besides, they had their uses. And he hoped the one he saw a few nights ago was still here. A light went out ahead as a shop owner left for the night. He paused to allow his eyes to become accustomed to the darker alley then pushed on. Finally he came to the place; a recess on the right behind a money exchange, its high security bars announcing the potential treasure trove within. The recess seemed to be an old garage from which the door had been ripped off and then half the space bricked up. He cared not what was behind the brick, only what was under the heap of rags in the dark far corner. Using his stick to push aside a tatty red and green rug he exposed the dirty face of a young man. ‘Perfect.’ He hadn’t woken the homeless boy and after checking he was still breathing, and to protect his investment, he stooped and replaced the rug. ‘Don’t want him to get frostbite anywhere.’ The man remained in place for a few moments, imagining what he would do with his gain. A smile creased the corners of his mouth and drew his wrinkled skin into tighter lines. This was the one. Re-affecting his aging ...
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