Curse of the Succubus

[Veroe]

((Close for Myself and Ambrosiacaress))​

IC: Mike Adamson

County General was a hospital in the heart of downtown, and was regarded as the best in the city. It was needed. Officer Mike Adamson was a cop, had been for nearly two decades now. He'd run the beat of one of the worst parts of town in all that time, protecting and serving the community. Earlier he'd received an anonymous tip that a young woman had been abducted by some crazed psychopath in a warehouse on the corner of Franklin and Fourteenth street.

So he had checked it out. What he had found was...disturbing...was an understatement. He'd been a cop for a long time and saw the worst people could do, but this...this was something he'd never even considered he'd see. A group of homeless people arrayed in a circle stripped naked and horribly mutilated. Strange writing in their blood covering the concrete floor in a wide circle. He didn't recognize what it said. It was some kind of foreign language, and definitely not the Español he had learned way back in Mrs. Alvarez's class in his high school days. A man in only a bathrobe the knife used to cut open those people dripping blood was at the head of the circle. He was kneeling chanting some sort of freaky gibberish over the young woman stripped and lying in the very heart of the circle.

That was when Mike had pointed his gun at the man. He did not respond to the order to freeze. He did not respond to the order to drop the knife, or the order to drop to his knees and put his hands on the back of his head. The man just kept chanting higher and higher and when it reached a crescendo the girl in the center began convulsing and howling in...a truly soul-rending wail of utter agony and frustration and ecstasy. The man had lifted the dagger over her to plunge down into the poor shrieking and writhing woman. So, Mike, veteran of the force for almost twenty years, did the only thing he could do. He protected and served.

The man fell back with two bullets from Mike's gun in his chest. The perp was downstairs in the emergency room right now. His chances were fifty fifty on whether he'd survive to see the inside of a prison cell where homicidal scumbags like him belonged for the rest of their worthless lives.

It didn't really matter. At the moment Mike was only concerned with the fate of the perp's victim. The girl...identified as Gia. Was in the intensive care unit of the hospital. After he shot the murderous bastard she was still writhing and howling at the top of her lungs in...what sounded like a voice that was not human.

Ridiculous, of course. He had obviously misheard or just letting the creepy occult bullshit going on there get to his imagination. The girl had her eyes wide open but otherwise completely non-responsive when he came to her to see what first aid he could provide her. She wasn't cut or injured though she was covered in more of that freaky writing in the homeless people's blood. So until the paramedics arrived he laid his jacket over her nudity and tried to hold her convulsing body.

Now she lay in a hospital bed. The doctors weren't sure what had happened to her. They thought she was drugged...though none knew of a drug that would leave someone in a trance-like state while leaving them in a constant orgasmic state at the same time. Those were the convulsions she'd been experiencing all this time. They worried they would leave her dehydrated though they did not want to risk anything more than an IV of saline to keep her body hydrated without knowing what if any drug was in her system.

Now after going through hours of whatever drug's ordeal...however, the orgasms seemed to be subsiding leaving her in an exhausted state. She stirred eyes focusing shifting looking at him.

"Doctor," He called through the door to the doctor who was on the phone expediting her bloodwork in the lab downstairs. "She's awake."

In the meantime he shifted forward in the chair and nodded to her. "You're in County General, Ma'am. You were drugged or something. You're going to be alright now."

He shifted again in his seat a little uncomfortable at the way her eyes were scanning over him. She was checking him out. he tried to dismiss it remembering what his father told him when he joined the force. Chicks dig the uniform, but not the job. He'd found that out the hard way for himself. His own marriage had ended in divorce papers a month ago. Her eyes settled on the pale band of skin that until a few weeks ago was home to his wedding ring.

A man couldn't have two wives, and as he found out when Claire had told him the last time a bulletproof vest had saved her from becoming a widow his first and only wife would always be the badge. She couldn't live with second place.

To the girl...to Gia...he asked quietly, "Do you remember what happened to you?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Gia, Gia, come down here, NOW"

Her father's voice echoed up the stairwell of the old house. He sounded, upset, maybe even angry. She already knew what it was about. She didn't have to ask and she certainly couldn't pretend that she didn't know. He knew her too well for that.

"Coming Father" she yelled back, trying to keep her own irritation out of her voice.

She stood before the mirror, allowing her delicate fingers to smooth over the black dress she was wearing. "You can never go wrong in a little black dress" she remembered her mom telling her so long ago, when she was 12 was it? 13 maybe? Seemed like a lifetime ago. Her mother had been gone for so long now. Gia shook her head, trying to shake away the memory, her mother's voice, her mother's suicide.

She ripped off the dress, leaving it in a puddle on the floor.

When she finally made her way downstairs, she was in a deep emerald green dress, which in reality, accented the clear green of her eyes, and the fair tone of her skin, and the pretty golden sable of her hair. She looked so much like her mother, her Father so often said to her. Gia didn't know if that was good or bad, to be honest.

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"Gia's all grown up now" she heard her father intone to his Friend. "she looks more like her mother every day"

All grown up was right. She was about to turn 20. And, if she had her way, she'd be off to college. Her father wanted her to stay, run the Antique, Treasure, and Art business that he had built his wealth on. And while she did have interest in all those things, she did not want to work with her father. He was a stifling man. He wanted her close, cloistered, protected. He tended to be so paranoid, especially after her mother died. Gia never had the heard to tell him that one of the reasons she had taken her own life was her father keeping her as cloistered as he now kept Gia. She had no friends, no family other than him, and frankly, she wanted more, needed more. There had to be more to life other than the dusty workrooms and crotchedy old men that her Father always dealt with. There had to be.

Now, he was "making" her have dinner with him and his best Provider. This particular Archeologist had found, and procured, so many of the treasures that her Father had restored and sold, he held a special place in her Father's heart.

Gia, just thought he was... kinda creepy.....

That really was the last thing she remembered.

Until now. Laying, where was she? A hospital room? Laying in a hospital bed?

Her entire body ached, a deep, burning pain that seemed to touch every muscle, every nerve ending. And she felt more than exhausted. And her, for lack of a better term, pussy almost burned, throbbed, just hurt, so very deeply.

His voice, whose voice was that? That was when she focused her clear green eyes on the cop, sitting close by.

"Do you remember what happened to you?"

"who, are you?"

She could not help but notice that he was quite attractive. His voice, his eyes, handsome , so handsome.

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Wait, she had never really noticed things like the before. Sure, she'd think some random guy was cute, who didn't. But looking at this cop, she felt a longing, almost a hunger, deep within her core, something she had never felt before. And even tho her sex literally still ached, the wetness that seeped from within took her a bit by surprise.

"Hmmm mmmm" A low purr resonated in her mind. "Delicious" ....

Ryress had awakened, at least for a moment. This, vessel was new to her, it was going to take some getting used to.

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Gia whispered back to the cop "I... I don't. How... how did I end up here? Where's my father?"

 

[Veroe]

IC: Mike Adamson and Ryress

"Do you remember what happened to you?"

This girl, Gia, was just past highschool or at least college age, but she was pretty, and seemed sweet and kind to him, albeit his experience with her was very limited...however there was a moment-just a split second-where he thought he saw a flash of something less than sweet or kind in her eyes. It was probably just his imagination though.

Her eyes narrowed looking up at him and she asked, "Who are you?"

"Oh..right...I should tell you, my name." He said with a self-deprecating grin, "I'm Mike...I mean...Officer Mike Adamson, Ma'am."

"The son of Adam...Hmmmm Mmmm...interesting." Ryress watching through her vessel's eyes licked her lips. Adam, the first man, had been the first to reject her kind, and she would relish getting some degree of revenge upon the one who bore Adam's name now. "...Mmmm...What a delicious delight he shall prove to be."

The girl glanced around the hospital room and then whispered to him, "I... I don't. How... how did I end up here?"

"You were abducted..." Mike put in with a reassuring smile, "But I rescued you. The man who took you won't bother you again."

Her next question came out in plaintive tone. "Where's my father?"

"Gia," Came a voice from the door as her desperately scared and relieved father burst into the room. "Thank god you're okay." He rushed to embrace her tight in a hug tears unshed threatening to roll down his cheeks. "I was so worried, but my baby girl...my princess...is okay."

Mike looked away a little self-conscious about being a voyeur to what was a private tender moment between family members. "I should go wait outside."

Ryress shot out her hand and shouted in the recesses of her new vessel's subconscious, "No! Do not let the son of Adam leave us."