How the book got there, she had no clue. She’d never seen such a book in her life, especially in her new house. She admitted that it was older and made the strangest noises at night as it settled, but she never imagined anything like what she was reading in this book: “Beneath this house is a portal to another realm. Spirits from that realm come and go as they please once the sun sets. Seal up the basement, have it blessed by a priest, and never allow anyone downstairs!”
She believed the book. She knew its contents were true, somehow. She still had no clue how it got inside of her house, but there was no doubt in her mind: she needed to close up that portal.
Suddenly, she felt her head tingle and buzz, as if her head had fallen sleep. Feeling dizzy, she decided to stay seated for the time being, until the strange feeling passed. She couldn’t carry nails and 2x4s down those stairs with her head feeling that way. But she did need to seal it up, and fast. She didn’t want any…
Another tingle, right on her brain, as if a surge of relaxation was being thrust into her mind. Her shut her eyes for a moment and tried to focus. She didn’t have time for such…
Another thrust. She let out a small moan with that one, feeling the tingle slowly flowing throughout her entire body. Relaxing it…draining her muscles of energy…
She needed to stand up, but another thrust in her mind forced her to remain seated. She nearly doubled over as the thrusting increased, keeping at a steady rhythm. Each thrust of pleasurable relaxation drained more and more of her energy, caused her to be more and more…sleepy…
This must be the spirits! she cried out in her thoughts. They’re doing something to my mind! Making me-
Another thrust, erasing her original thought like words on a whiteboard.
The…something…she tried to remember. The…something is hypnotizing me…making me weak-
Another thrust. Her fingers clenched the edge of the table as she tried to keep herself upright, barely able to find the strength to keep her eyes open.
Her mind was emptied, hollow and bare, long before the spirit was done fucking her mind. For the next few hours, she just sat there, eyes focused on nothing in front of her, her lips hanging open, saliva drooling down her chin and onto her chest, completely vacant.
After she slowly regained mobility, she silently stood up from the table, took the book in her hand, and placed it back where she had found it. She then staggered up to her bedroom where she masturbated on her bedroom floor over and over again, slipping into a cum-induced stupor and passing out, an exhausted puppet with her strings cut.
She would wake up the next day feeling refreshed and aroused, ready to start her day. And, like the past hundred or so nights, she would have no memory of the book in her kitchen that tried to warn her of the spirits…
(This is far from my best work, but I just really wanted to post this picture)
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