Midnight Hour (A Prequel)

This a prequel for my Midnight Hour series that I wrote as assignment for the group TXT Treehouse. In a way it's an outline of the direction, I'm going to take the story. At a future date, I will incorporate and infuse it in my series.

Chicago Present Day

Janie Carter twirled a strand of her dark curl around her fingers as she surveyed the group gathered in a circle. She could not believe she was doing this sitting in an empty high school gymnasium at night surrounding by seven other people, five males, two females, and her as they discussed their feelings about their strange proclivities. It at this moment the group leader spoke up.

“Hello and welcome to Sex Addicts Anonymous,” said the older gentleman. “My name is Dr. Horace Decker. I specialize in treating sexual addiction particularly concerning fetishism. I understand many of you are uncomfortable with sharing your interesting tastes but be rest assured that this group does not judge nor do we discriminate against anyone’s sexual habits. Our objective is to show love and support by helping the healing process so that we can lead healthy and happy lives.”

Janie crossed her legs as her tight leather pants made a crackling sound in her chair. She caught the attention of Dr. Horace who seemed to be admiring her cleavage especially since she wore a low cut leather bustier and vest for this occasion. Janie always knew how to command an audience.

“I see we have a new member to the group,” said Dr. Horace. “Please stand up and introduce yourself and tell us how you came to be here.”

A small sigh escaped her lips as Janie stood up from her chair, her stiletto boots making a clicking sound on the wooden gymnasium floor as another crackling echo emitted from her leather trousers.

“Hi, my name is Janie Carter…” she started.

In unison, the group members greeted her with Hello Janie.

“…And I am a sex addict,” she confessed. “I came here under a court order after I was found guilty of contributing to the delinquency of a minor. You see…uh…this is embarrassing. I have this overwhelming need to expose myself. I’m an exhibitionist and a voyeur. I like to watch people have sex and I get off on other people watching me as I undress. Three months ago, I stripped naked at a high school basketball tournament and got arrested for it and the rest…you know…is history.”

Janie quickly sat back down.

“Thank you for sharing Janie,” responded Dr. Horace. “That was very brave of you. Janie, here in our group we don’t judge so you’re in safe company. Now why don’t we go around the room and share our own stories.”

Like clockwork, Janie listened attentively as each member of the group told their story and revealed their own bizarre appetites. There was fifty five year old podophile Phil Camden who had a thing for feet. Thirty nine year old Reggie Largo who could only climax as a narratophile if raunchy, dirty words were used during sex. Forty year old nasophile Frank Bean who got sexually aroused touching noses. Sixty year old Albert McKinney who was a closeted mysophile and secretly rammed his dick into the dirty soil of potted plants. As far as the two ladies were concerned, twenty three year old Mindy Hanover enjoyed group sex as a chronophiliac only if her multiple partners were of different age ranges while forty two year old Letty Aguierra worked as a dominatrix but longed to get out of the sex trade industry. Each one had a story to tell as they hoped this group aid in their healing process in order for them to move forward.

“As you can see Janie, no one here is wrong in their special habits,” explained Dr. Horace. “In fact, we should embrace it and not shy away from it. Fetishism is something that should be celebrated not condemned. Here, Mindy and Letty why don’t you demonstrate?”

With that said, a euphoric feeling came over Janie as she started to slump in her chair. It felt as if she were in a dream and her surrounding were a complete figment of her imagination. The floor beneath her turned into a liquid puddle as the room bent almost as if it were collapsing. She clutched the sides of her chair to steady herself but found herself unable to get up. Observing the other group members, she noticed Mindy and Letty rise from their seats and make their way to the center of the room. Nimble eager fingers entwined as they slowly discarded their clothes as the rest of the male audience watched in eager anticipation.

Letty took control as she pulled Mindy toward her crushing her velvet lips with her own as their tongues encircled one another. Mindy moaned as she felt Letty’s head lower down to her exposed breasts and took a nibble at her pink areolas before sucking each erected nub into her mouth. Beckoning Phil Camden to come to her, Mindy ordered him to drop his pants which he did to reveal his small hard on underneath. Letty followed suit by dragging Frank Bean on to the floor on his knees as she slapped him across the face drawing blood while Mindy made Phil lie down as she massaged his small dick with her toes.

Phil grunted in pleasure as Mindy tugged, stroked, and massage his small prick with her feet as Frank gleefully fondled his balls with his nose. A graze of pubic hair tickled Frank’s nasal packages making him shoot his wad early as Mindy ordered that he repeatedly stay attentive to Phil. Not one to be left out, Letty ordered Reggie Largo to drop trow, bend his ass over as she took a handful of dust bunnies rubbing inside his anal cavity. She snapped her fingers, pulled down Albert McKinney’s shorts, took his tiny dick in her hands and slipped it inside Reggie.

“Now fuck him hard and good! Feel how fucking dirty it is” she commanded. “Take that dick up your ass motherfucker it and enjoy it cocksucker! Yeah you like riding, a hard dick don’t you! Fuck him asshole! Fuck him!”

Reggie said nothing but enjoyed the raunchy expletives by displaying his approval through his flaccid prick rising every time Albert pounding into him. In turn, Albert ejaculated every time his dick felt the nestling of dirt from the dust settling on the opening of Reggie’s ass. Lost in their own sexual deviancies, each of the men succumbed to the pleasures of the flesh as the women took control of their common senses. Skins touched. Mouths filled up with someone’s phallus. Every orifice stuffed and used. Nothing was sacred for these two women as they demonstrated their sexual abilities to the entire group. Janie watched helplessly unable to move as she felt masculine hands unzipped her leather vest exposing her breasts to everyone. A forked tongue teased her ear with foul breath whispering behind her as a pair of claws fondled her nude upper half.

“As a voyeur, I know it pleases you to watch. See Janie, how my succubae consorts please their master?” Dr. Horace hissed. “Yes it is true my sweet Janie, we exist. I am an incubus and my children feed off the sexual energy off others to survive? Who else would accept such sexual deviancy than a sex addicts group? Oh I never did tell you what my fetish was. I’m a teratophile. I get turned on by monstrous forms especially when it is time to feed. Watch and learn. Perhaps you might want to join my harem!”

A gulp of air escaped her throat as Janie saw the orgy turned even more horrific. Mindy’s and Letty’s eyes turned a deep pool of black as their faces contorted revealing a grotesque opening of circular teeth, scales, and claws. The four men did not have a chance as the two demonesses set upon the partially naked men slashing, mutilating, and dismembering them in the process. Deathly screams echoed. Blood splattered across the gym floor and walls as Janie let out a gasp at the execution. It was now time to strike. Still groggy from the bizarre hex laid on her by the incubus, she found the shuriken in her leather pants pocket and activated it. With one strike of her hand, she aimed it at Dr. Horace’s eyes and made contact.

Dr. Horace screamed in agony as his faced burned from the attack. With a quick piercing kick to the groin of her stiletto boot, the doctor doubled over in pain as Janie grabbed the magical athamay concealed there and prepared for battle. Sure enough, Mindy and Letty in their monstrous forms charged upon hearing the screams of their master. Their sharp teeth snapped at Janie but the veteran warrior dodged every assault by first dispatching Mindy’s head then disemboweling Letty with her dagger. Both demonesses decomposed into rotted flesh as a cloud of black smoke dissipated ending the lives of the two monsters.

“WHO ARE YOU?!?” roared Dr. Horace. His eyes turned black as green acidic blood fell from his pupils.

“Let me show you demon!” spat Janie. Pushing her inner power, she fell a tingle as her body morphed stripped away her mortal glamour to reveal her long, pale white hair, pointed ears, midnight skin, and ancient rune markings.

“DANNAN!” screeched Dr. Horace.
“Yes Daemon!” she smiled pointing the athamay toward him. “Now let me return you back to the Zenunium! I invoked the Daemon name Exocles!”

The incubus known as Dr. Horace screamed at the shame of having his true demon name announced. A ripping of flesh echoed as the human façade of the monster began to fall away as it slowly transformed into a thirteen foot beast resembling that of a giant serpentine leech. The grotesque behemoth roared again as it made its first attack on Janie striking forward with its sharp circular teeth. Luckily, she parried the attack just as the monster crashed through the gym bleachers. Giving her the advantage, Janie struck slashing at the side of the creature as acidic blood began to pour from its wound. However, size worked to the creature’s advantage because it did very little in slowing it down. Distracting Janie with its own strategy, it finally made its move by knocking her weapon away and using its serpent tail to bind the warrior.

Constricted by her foe, Janie attempted to break free but felt the crushing weight of the monster strangling her. Struggling to breathe, she felt the air escape her as her mind began to blacken leaving the monster to open up his enormous sharp jaws. It was the last thing she ever was going to see…

The smell of smoke startled her as flames shot of the monster’s mouth. Janie felt the monster’s flesh slowly loosen allowing her to crawl to safety. She looked up from where the fire began. Blond hair, handsome pale skin, blue eyes, virile muscle met her gaze.

Thomas. The Anakym.

Her champion somersaulted catching the back of the demon’s head with his flaming sword impaling straight through the head and mouth. Flames shot everywhere as the aroma of burnt flesh and toxic acid filled the gym as the Daemon howled in anguish at his impending death. Thomas the Anaykm found the sacred center of the demon’s heart to bury his blade there before finally finishing off the creature. However, the demise of such a beast is not without its casualties as the entire gym ignited into flame. Scooping Janie in his arms, Thomas carried her out as the demon made its final curse.

“YOU HAVEN’T WON DANNAN!” he screeched. “THE ZENUNIUM KNOW OF THE CHANGELING! THEY ARE COMING…”

The haunting words of the beast ended as the gymnasium exploded just as Thomas and Janie escaped the building’s blast. Flames reached to the sky as Janie reverted back to her human disguise. She then faced an angry Thomas.

“Why were you thinking?” snapped Thomas. “You can’t take on a full fledge demon by yourself! You could’ve gotten killed. You should’ve called me for help! Thank God, I’ve been keeping tabs on you!”

“Lay off Thomas!” clucked Janie. “I can handle demon hunting by myself. Besides we’re no longer partners and we’re no longer married, remember? I don’t owe a damn thing to you and I don’t have to explain myself so you can stop watching over me! I don’t need you!”

“For your information sweetheart,” he responded. “We’re soulmates! Bound for eternity! By mortal standards, we might be separated on a piece of paper but that doesn’t mean it’s over!”

“Like hell it isn’t!” she argued. “I told you that if you chose the Ascension that I would no longer be bound to you! Well you made your choice! You left me! Therefore, by my rules they say otherwise!

“Don’t you think that it wasn’t a difficult decision for me?” he asked. “I had no choice. I had to choose Ascension in order to save our family. Look we need to find the time to talk and work out our issues but for now we have more important things to worry about. If what that Daemon said was true, then our son is in trouble. We need to find him and protect him!”

Janie sighed again. “You’re right. I know where he’s located at. We’re going to have to work together on this if we’re going to protect him. Truce?”

“Truce,” said Thomas.

“Good,” began Janie. “He’s starting college this year. It’s in Leylin, Rhode Island.”

“Okay I’ll drive,” offered Thomas. “Does he have a name?”

“Marcus Jasper.”

To be continued….