In trying to advertise my latest book, I travelled to a good many towns in the great state of California. I would hand out flyers, post flyers on walls, lamp-posts, and bulletin boards... I would even deposit some of my flyers in with the days mail at peoples' homes. One day, I found myself in Helltown, California. An impressive little college town, the people were all young and beautiful, the architecture was Spanish, and even the market was a sight to behold! I found myself walking up a path that led to the college campus where I was sure I could put a few of my flyers on a bulleting board.

Saint Recros College was situated on a hilltop overlooking Helltown. As I stood at the top of this hill, I looked down at the flickering lights, breathing the fresh, clean air and marveling at the talent it took to design and build such a model community. For some reason, I kept thinking about that market. I wanted to return, to shop, to peruse the multitude of food and snacks they had. I wanted to buy something!

Posting my third flyer, I stopped for a moment to wonder what the name 'Srerescros' could mean. Maybe it was Greek? It didn't matter, as I rounded the next corner, I found myself walking down a path to town... to the market. God, I felt hungry.

I started for the market, but then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a library. A library, I thought: 'the perfect place for me to hang-up another flyer!' After all, I reasoned, if enough people asked for my book here, they might order a copy or two. I also humored myself into thinking that at least this was one place people who like books might frequent. I walked into the lair of bibliophiles, and again I was impressed by its moderness. Walking up to a bulletin board, I tacked a flyer to it and noticed a beautiful brunette wench. She was a young, voluptuous, pouting kind of girl... She was the kind of a girl everyone looks at on the street, men because they want her, women because they envy her. As she passed, she brushed her nubile body against mine. She gave me a flirtive look and smiled. I was uncomfortable, I was hard, I was nervous, but I was ready. It's hard to explain really, but it didn't feel bad.

Her friends called to her, I think that they called her Michelle, but I couldn't swear to it. I watched as she sauntered to them. I watched her in her short, summer dress. I wanted to call to her myself, I wanted to get to know her, I wanted to be with her... but, I have a relationship, I have someone waiting for me. I am a man, but I have a commitment too. She gave me another look, and then she left the library with her young friends.

The bright market was awash in light and filled with every imaginable fruit and vegetible, meat and grain, dairy product and taste treat you could think of. I hadn't eatin in so very long, I was so hungry... I delighted in the thought of grabbing anything that I wanted and satisfying my lustful hunger as soon as I exited this store. Several young housewives and coeds caught my flirtive eye. They looked all too delicious as well, and I could feel another hunger rise from my very loins. I don't know what it was, maybe just my imagination, but I could swear that they were equally as 'hungry'. They looked at me and smiled, they paraded to and fro, a few of them even seemed to brush-up against me in uncrowded aisles without reason.

I reached into my pocket and pulled-out some change. Terror struck at my heart! That can't be all that I have, I thought. But, frantically, as I searched through my pockets and wallet... it dawned on me, that indeed it was all that I had, just eighty-nine (89) cents. The only thing that I could afford was a small, sweet box of raisins. I bought my raisins and I walked out of the store. For all the temptation, all I could afford was this small box of shrivelled-up grapes! I wasn't angry, just depressed and ready to go home.

Something drew me back to the library, maybe it was the thought of that girl, maybe it was for a drink of water, or, maybe I just really wanted to check on my flyer. I walked over to the bulleting board with a couple of raisins in my mouth and saw that my flyer was gone. I tacked-up another and left. I started to walk down nother path that would lead me out of this town and away from the college.

The homes along the path were nice, well, even better than that. If they were in Los Angeles, they'd all be million dollar homes. The lawns were lush, green, and perfect. There were a few pets around, but virtually no people. I figured that they must have all been in their homes eating dinner, watching television, or whatever. I kept-up my pace and walked further along the pathway.

At first there was one German Shephard, then two, then three... then a whole pack of dogs looking at me from one lawn. Their leader seemed to be the biggest, blackest, most fierce looking dog that I had ever seen. They approached me cautiously at first, heads low, teeth exposed, eyes focused on my every movement. Then, they started their chase, I ran as fast as I could, terrified of what they might do if they caught me! I ran and I yelled out for help, but no-one came. I tried yelling out orders to these ferocious beasts, but they didn't listen.

The leader of the pack caught-up to me. His barks were loud, his growl vicious, his snarl and exposed teeth frightening. Saliva dripped from his hungry mouth. He managed to tackle me to the ground! I fought and I struggled, I swear... he wanted to eat me, to devour my flesh! With his fur rubbing against my skin, his head next to mine, it was all I could do to keep him from turning his snoot to where he could bite me. My body, my arms, and even my head I had to use to keep his hungry mouth from ripping me apart! But the other dogs, for no reason I can give, kept their distance. They merely barked their cheers to their master. Finally, as I was yelling out curses, and orders, I blurted out: 'bad dog'! Just: 'bad dog'! And suddenly, the attack ended. The hound winced in pain, slipped from my grasp and with his tail between his legs, he walked away.

I was stunned to say the least. Then, as I got-up, I saw the towns people gathered around. They were all just watching as they might have continued to do if the dog had ripped me to shreads and devoured my flesh. They said nothing, I said nothing, but when I started walking along the path, I was so nervous that I walked back into town and back into the library. I had to gather my thoughts. I needed to calm down. I sat in a comfortable little chair and I tried to ponder what had just happened to me.

There was a disturbance in the other room of the library, there was screaming and yelling, cursing and shouting! I wanted to get up, I wanted to go help, but I was exhausted from my own ordeal. I sat in the chair and looked in the direction of the yelling. My eyes widened in horror as a mob of angry teenagers emerged, carrying the girl I saw earlier, the girl that I think they called 'Michelle'. As they neared me, they ripped off her short, summer dress. Some of them snuck-up behind me and they grabbed me by my arms, by my legs, and then by my neck.

The brute's got control over me and made me stand, then they stripped me of my pants. They brought the girl before me and opening her legs they laid her horizontally and rubbed her near hairless vagina up against my manhood. I was limp, I was frightened, I was hardly arroused as earlier. 'Do the bitch'; someone shouted out from the crowd. I was terrified that this could be happening, but I looked down at the girl, I was looking at physical perfection. She was scared, I could see that... she was trembling, I could feel that. But the bastards kept the attack up.

I looked down at her hairless mound which she had shaved, except for one small line of hair 3/4 of the way down from her belly button. Her clitoris was visable, it was pink and bulging, it almost seemed to throb like my manhood. I fought the feelings that were beginning to stir. I looked up at her small waist, to her swollen, firm breasts with her hard, dark nipples pointing the way to her fine neck, and ultimately I looked at those pouting, little-girl lips... as I looked at her eyes, eyes that I was losing myself in, I couldn't believe what I was feeling. I was entering her, she was wet and I was involuntarily entering her. We both began to thrust our hips together, to grind our pelvises into each-other, to enjoy this perverse public display. I found myself engulfed by this young nymph as we pumped our way towards a blindingly intense orgasmic eruption!

I forgot about the crowd, the men who were holding us, forcing us to partake of one-another in such sweet ecstacy. As I reached the plateau of this forced union, driving my hot, pink juice deep within her own canals of life, I felt myself hit the ground. Yes, the ground... There was no floor, no library, no market, and no Saint Recros college! I hit the ground hard when they let me go, I hit the ground on a mountainside up above Altadena, California, not far from Los Angeles. My pants were laying next to me, I put them on and grab a bag of my flyers on the other side. I brush off the dirt, grass and dog hairs and start walking down the path.

I reach into my pocket and pull out a small box of raisins, and as I chew on one... I wonder, what in the hell just happened to 'Helltown'. I wonder what just happened to me! What society of witches and devils have I been with? My eyes widen to think that this could all have been the work of an Incubus Devil to steal the virtue of my very seed! I walk faster, I run... I run to a church, fall on my knees, and I pray for my soul and for the soul of my progeny.

Created: October 29, 1999r.
Last Updated: May 23, 2005r.