Rachel's Demons

((This short extra has themes of religious trauma and terrible thinking. My intention is not to condemn any particular set of religious beliefs but to demonstrate how a character raised in a particular background might twist inherited beliefs and how they might interact with smutty sexy times. So, enjoy, and if it isn't your thing, I understand.

This takes place during chapter 25 of Harem House, so you might want to read that first if you haven't already.))

Rachel sat at her desk, diligently working on her homework, when her roommate, Mindy, interrupted her world. The door opened, and Mindy and a blonde friend came rushing through. Rachel looked over her shoulder at their quiet giggling and frowned. 

“Hey, Mindy, can we talk?” Rachel asked. “I wanted to talk to you about this video…” She reached for her phone, but Mindy was shaking her head. 

“Sorry, but we don’t really have time. Sl– Selene, this is my roommate, Rachel; Rachel, this is Selene. She uh… spilled some soda all over us, so we have to change clothes. Arthur’s waiting for us.” She pointed to the door behind her with her thumb. 

Rachel eyed the girls with a frown. The video of Mindy, Rani, and Sanjay in the cafeteria was on her screen, pulled and ready for Mindy’s explanation. There had to be an explanation, after all. Rachel knew Mindy shared her faith. A different denomination, but still. There was no way she was dating a guy dating four other women, no matter how hot he was. 

“Oh.” Rachel said, not seeing any stains but not getting the chance as Selene and Mindy were already undressing. 

She turned back to her homework for a moment. “You’re dating Arthur?” She asked. 

Mindy froze momentarily but nodded. “Yeah.” 

“And so is…” Rachel gestured to Selene. 

“Yeah.” Selene said. 

Rachel had no idea how to respond to that. She stared at the two, who seemed to hesitate. Mindy was in her newer underwear, lacy and lusty, not the plain cotton she wore at the start of the semester. Selene, however, was the one who had her attention. She wasn’t wearing underwear. She was wearing rope. 

“Uh…” Rachel blushed and looked away. 

Mindy ushered Selene into the closet. 

“I’m just going to… talk to Arthur.” Rachel said. “Is that okay?” 

Mindy shrugged. “Sure. He won’t bite!” 

For some reason, Selene thought this was a hilarious joke and started laughing. Mindy broke down into giggles. If Rachel didn’t know better, she’d think they were drunk. She checked on her way out, just in case, but neither smelled of alcohol strongly enough for her to catch a whiff as she passed them. She closed the door behind her. 

She leaned against it. 

"Hi." Arthur waved from his spot on the sofa.

"Hello." Rachel said. She stared at him.

She studied his handsome face, but his bright eyes seemed devoid of any lust. He looked like an angel, but Lucifer was supposed to be beautiful. Not that she thought he was demon-possessed. No, he was just a man. A lustful man. They all were, of course. Men were sinful beasts, barely able to contain their lust for women. It wasn’t their fault that sin corrupted God’s perfect plans. The blame fell to Eve – a woman, and from her to all women. That was why Rachel wore more modest clothes than her peers, to help men refrain from sinning. That was why she didn’t spend time with any man one-on-one and avoided them as a general rule. 

Godly men were few and far between, and Arthur was certainly no godly man. The best she could hope for was that he truly loved Mindy and wanted what was best for her. That might overcome his lust and sinful nature. 

Arthur looked over his shoulder, but Rachel didn’t stop staring at him. The intensity of her gaze was unconscious, studying his features and watching as his shoulders flexed with his movement. Something stirred within her. She didn’t know what to call it. Sin? Lust? Desire? He was beautiful, but he was a man. Men were evil. She had to be on guard, but that guard cracked when he turned toward her and returned her gaze. 

"Can I... help you?" Arthur asked.

"You know you're going to hell, right?" Rachel asked. "But you don't have to. You can be a better person."

Arthur blinked. "I'm good." He held his hand up in polite rejection. 

Rachel couldn’t believe what she was hearing. "You're fine seducing young, impressionable women like Mindy into lewd acts of fornication?" Rachel asked. "Making her sin? You don't care about her soul?" If he cared about her, he wouldn’t want her to go to hell with him, would he? 

Arthur took a deep breath. "Mindy's soul is beyond your reproach." He said. "Isn't there something about logs and splinters that applies here? But to answer your question, I'm not sure I believe in the soul or an afterlife. So, the whole concept of sin doesn't mean much to me. I try to act correctly out of an obligation to my fellow human beings, not a higher being. Does that make sense?"

Rachel didn’t know how to respond to that. Scripture did say to take the log out of her own eye before trying to remove the speck from someone else’s. Did that apply here? Mindy was the one being led astray by lust. Rachel didn’t have a problem with lust. She’d been a little infatuated with Tony, the preacher’s son, but he’d been confident God had called him to a relationship with her friend Trinity. Rachel understood that. Though Trinity was more promiscuous with the dresses she wore, never fully covering her considerable cleavage. She didn’t deserve Tony the way Rachel did, but who was Rachel to argue with a calling God had placed upon Tony’s heart? 

Not believing in the soul or an afterlife? Arthur wouldn’t believe in scripture then, so arguing it with him was pointless. Did Mindy know this about him? Did she see the man she’d gone on a date with didn’t respect her religion? What did her parents think? What did her Pastor think? Did they even know about Arthur? Had she not asked their advice before pursuing him? How could Mindy date someone like Arthur, knowing he wouldn’t be with her in heaven? They were unequally yoked, and that was going to be a problem. He would likely try to pressure Mindy to do things before marriage. She would need to be on guard for that. Or maybe that was why he dated multiple women, because Mindy was keeping herself pure, and he needed to sate his lust with others. 

"I might be more sexually active than you're used to, but I try to be ethical.” Arthur said. “For me, that means consent. So long as everyone involved consents to what's happening, we're good."

"What you, Mindy, and the others are doing is wrong." Rachel said. She was determined, but her glare lost its heat. At least if he had other girlfriends and guided his actions based on consent, he wouldn’t pressure Mindy for sex. Sex before marriage was wrong, obviously, but it was also dangerous. It could lead to diseases and pregnancy and ruin Mindy’s life, not to mention robbing her of her purity. However, Mindy would be safe if he controlled himself and respected consent. Or one of the other girls made him. That was more likely. Men were beasts. 

"What we're doing is like the polygamy in your Bible, I suppose, but more ethical." Arthur said. "Because, unlike the women in your book, Mindy has the liberty to choose her sexual partners for herself at a legally and morally acceptable age. No one's deciding for her or treating her as property–without her consent."

Rachel hesitated. She wanted to say something, but she’d never really thought about the polygamy in the Bible. It was from the Old Testament, though Catholics thought Joseph, Jesus’ adoptive father, was also polygamous, which is how Jesus had siblings. Try as she might, though, she couldn’t think of an instance where polygamy was condemned, even in the New Testament. She supposed that it wasn’t explicitly encouraged, but her guiding text was silent on the subject. 

Rachel looked at her shoes. Her black boots with a slight heel were the only thing she or anyone could see under her long black skirt and conservative blue top. 

"Have you talked to Mindy about this?" Arthur asked.

Rachel looked up and shook her head. "She won't listen. She's too infatuated with you."

Arthur smiled softly with half his face. "Judge people less and listen to them more." He suggested. "It'll help you make friends."

Rachel glared, huffed, turned, and slammed her door behind her. Mindy and Selene passed her, both in towels. Whatever Selene had spilled on them must have gotten under their clothes? Whatever their reason, she didn’t pay much attention. She stalked to her desk and flipped through a few pages of her Bible. Then she scanned a few of her books and Googled. Minutes passed as she prepped, but prepared, she returned to the suite, only to find Arthur gone. 

Her eyes flared open. Had Arthur seen Mindy and Selene head to the showers and left? Where was he? She knocked on Sara and Bella’s door, but they were gone. They must have gone to the game. She closed their bedroom door and frowned. If she couldn’t talk to Arthur, maybe Mindy would listen to her. 

She felt prepared for a conversation about modern polygamy now, having found several good articles that condemned the Mormon and Muslim practice in the contemporary world and praised the Christian view that marriage was meant to be between one man and one woman. Granted, she hadn’t found much scriptural support, but Arthur wouldn’t respect that source anyway. 

Armed with her phone, she stormed toward the showers, only to stop in her tracks when she opened the door. 

One of the showers was running, filling the echoing space with a gentle rush of noise, but beyond that was another, stranger noise. A gagging sound? It was followed by a voice she hadn’t expected to hear. When she heard it, her eyes snapped to the pile of clothes on the middle bench, where Arthur’s t-shirt was. 

"Twenty-three seconds." Arthur said.

"Shit." Mindy said. Rachel recognized her voice but hadn’t heard her curse before. "Can I try? I want to see if I can beat her." 

Rachel wondered what she meant, but there was a cough, and Rachel remembered Mindy and Selene had left together. Both of them were in there, with Arthur? She crept closer, not to get a look, but just to make sure they were okay. She clung to the archway between the bathroom stall area and the shower section and listened. 

"Let's see." Arthur said. There was a footstep. "Ready?"

"Ready, Boss." Mindy said. 

Mindy called Arthur boss? Right. They worked together, and as her boyfriend, he was her potential husband, which meant he would be the head of her household one day. Mindy was right to submit to him, even if prematurely. But what were they doing? It didn’t sound like sex, but they were all in the shower together. Maybe it was innocent. Maybe they had bathing suits on. 

No, there was a gulping noise and then silence for nearly twenty seconds before a slapping noise. Three quick slaps that sounded wet as Mindy’s hand clapped against Arthur’s thigh. 

Mindy coughed and gagged.

Rachel moved slightly, trying to peer through a crack in the curtain. They were under the shower light. She was in the shadows but couldn’t get a good look from this distance, only slivers of skin. 

"You're okay?" Arthur asked.

"Yes, Boss." Mindy said. "It was harder to stay there than the usual bobbing."

Arthur nodded. "Well, I don't want to cum. The slow and steady felt right."

Rachel’s eyes went wide. They were doing something sexual. She knew it. Of course, if it wasn’t intercourse, then maybe it was okay? No. Any kind of sexual relationship with a man was not okay. She knew that. She knew that things like hand jobs, anal, and oral existed. A few girls at church had talked about them as a means around the rules to keep their boyfriends happy, but Rachel couldn’t believe Mindy was one of those girls. Why would she risk anything for the fleeting pleasure of sex? 

"Why is that more difficult than holding my breath normally?" Mindy asked. "I swear I can hold my breath for more than thirty seconds, not a mere twenty."

"Well, you're not usually holding your breath with my cock lodged in your throat. It's likely a stress reaction, the wiring in your brain panicking or..." Arthur said. “We'll work on it."

The vulgarity slapped Rachel in the face, but she remained frozen, listening, ignoring her body’s reaction to the mental image of Arthur’s cock, followed by Mindy on her knees in the shower, with Arthur standing over her, his cock lodged in her throat. Then, in Rachel’s mind, it wasn’t Mindy. 

"You did well. Both of you." Arthur said. 

Mindy cooed, and Rachel caught a glimpse of her arm moving back and forth. She followed the movement from Mindy’s elbow to her hand, and Rachel’s eyes widened. 

Arthur’s penis was longer and thicker than Rachel thought possible. She didn’t even see all of it, but what she saw was enough to convince her that sex being painful made sense. 

"Do you enjoy watching us, Slut?" Arthur asked.

"Yes, Master." Selene said.

Master? Rachel’s eyes couldn’t go any wider. Was Arthur making them call him Boss and Master? Was he corrupting them and forcing them to submit to him? The idea should have been repulsive, but Rachel knew she was supposed to submit to her husband one day. The wife submits to her husband like the church submits to Christ, and the church wasn’t one person, was it? Maybe polygamy made more sense than she thought. 

When she found a godly man, one worth submitting to, she hoped he looked and sounded like Arthur. Tall, muscular, angelic features with a velvet baritone voice that made her keep listening despite the flush of heat and the uncomfortable moisture between her thighs. Sweat, no doubt, from wearing such heavy clothes into this enclosed room with its steaming shower. 

"Good. No touching either of us and no pleasuring yourself. You're only going to watch. If I can't cum until we're at the hotel, then neither will you." Arthur declared.

Rachel didn’t know what that meant, but she knew she shouldn’t pleasure herself either. She didn’t even know how. She knew it had something to do with fingering, but the idea of sticking something into her vagina had always seemed gross. She’d never used tampons either, for that reason. 

"Yes, Master." Selene said. "Do I need to stay in this pose? Can I grope and–"

"You may play with your tits, but unless you're washing, your hands stay above your waist." Arthur said.

"Yes, Master."

"That's it, Whore." Arthur said. 

Rachel should have been offended by the word, but the term transported her. She was a whore, a jezebel. She knew she was. She stood there listening, watching, catching glimpses, lusting after her roommate’s boyfriend. Meanwhile, he did unspeakable things to Mindy and Selene behind that curtain, that damned curtain blocking her view. 

For a moment, she wanted to get caught. If only so Arthur could grab her as she tried to get away and drag her into the shower. Then he’d rip off her clothes and push her to her knees. He’d push his cock into her mouth, and she’d have to learn to please him before he let her go. She wouldn’t feel any guilt for it, though. After all, he had all the power in that situation, not her. She was only submitting, which was what she was supposed to do, right? No one could blame her. 

"She's good at this." Arthur said. Rachel pretended it was her he was talking about. Mindy and Selene on either side of her as he held her head and pumped himself in and out of her open mouth. 

"Thanks, Boss." Mindy said, taking credit. 

Arthur groaned. "Fuck. Keep doing that, and I'm going to explode."

Selene whimpered.

"That's enough." Arthur said. 

What? No! Rachel thought. She wanted them to continue. No, she didn’t. She knew she didn’t. She wanted them to stop, but she wasn’t ready for them to stop yet. She wanted to hear, see, and learn more. She continued imagining herself in that shower with Arthur, even though she knew it was wrong. Especially because she knew it was wrong. Her body betrayed her, even as her mind screamed for her to run out of this bathroom and never look back. 

"You want me to stop?" Mindy asked. 

"I said that's enough."

Whatever happened next, Mindy gagged with something long and thick pressed into her throat. 

Rachel staggered and held herself up against the wall. Her hand unconsciously pressed against herself from the outside for comfort, to adjust. She felt wet. She slipped her hand into her waistband and felt the coarse, curly hair above her treasure. Then she felt the slick, viscous liquid leaking from her and pulled her hand away. She gazed at it in stupefied confusion, even as her body pulsed and flushed with shame and lust. 

This was Arthur’s fault. She was caught in his spell. He was no angel. He was an incubus! A sex demon with supernatural powers. He corrupted the women around him and used his powers to make them do terrible, lustful things. Things they wouldn’t normally do but wanted to do under his soul-piercing gaze. Things they didn’t even know how to imagine. Damn him. 

Rachel jumped at the sound of a slap. 

Selene gasped.

Mindy moaned. "Again." She said softly. "Please, Sir. Punish your whore."

Punishment. Yes. Rachel deserved punishment. Punishment and discipline were the natural consequence of sin, including lust. What would a suitable punishment be?  

Another slap sounded through the bathroom, followed by another. The sound of flesh smacking wet flesh made Rachel quiver. Spanking. She deserved a spanking, and her eyes flicked to the curtain because she knew who she wanted to give it to her. This was all Arthur’s fault. That damn incubus had caused her to sin, and now the image of him punishing her for that sin like a demon in hell punishing the damned wouldn’t leave her mind. 

"I told you enough." Arthur said in reprimand.

"Yes, Sir." Mindy said. "I'm sorry, Boss. I just got carried away."

"You don't look sorry." Arthur said. "You just enjoy sucking. You love having something in your mouth, don't you?"

"No, Sir." Mindy said. "It's your cock. I love having your cock in my mouth. I'm your desperate little cock whore."

So, he was an incubus. An incubus that could make Mindy say and do those things, who could convince women to share him between them like they were his concubines. Rachel could imagine him, in ancient times, his wives and concubines obeying him mindlessly and fulfilling his every lustful desire. Bearing his children, keeping his house, and obeying his every word as though it were their law. 

"Let's see how you do with a substitute." Arthur said.

Rachel didn't know what he meant, but she listened as they shuffled around. 

"Go on, Whore." Arthur said. "Suck on that tit."

Rachel’s hand moved between her legs, pressing against herself to try and relieve the pressure building there. She felt good but overheated. The steam from the shower was warm, and she was too dressed for this space. She was tempted to take something off but didn’t want to get caught. 

Selene moaned in pleasure. Mindy moaned, too, which made Selene gasp.

Other noises joined the chorus. Lustful, fucking noises as Arthur fucked one of them from behind. Rachel wasn’t sure who, but she was pretty sure it was Selene based on the flashes of skin she saw. 

The moaning continued, and then Mindy started making other noises, crying out in rhythm with Arthur's grunts. They were fucking. This was fucking. Rachel was listening to her Christian, albeit Methodist, roommate fucking an incubus from hell, and all she could do was imagine herself in Mindy’s place. Her hand pressed against herself, and she curled her fingers, shooting pleasure through her body, unlike anything Rachel had felt before. She jolted her hand away, but the noises and thoughts continued. 

Their chorus of sexual noises echoed through the tiled hall of showers and bathroom stalls. Grunts, moans, gasps, and the noises of wet, hard fucking filled the space. Mindy's rhythmic high-pitched moans were strokes between Rachel’s legs, heating her until her soaked panties couldn’t contain her body’s response, and she felt trickles start to fall down her thighs beneath her skirts.

Selene cried out in mingled pleasure and pain. There was an abrupt end to the noise after one final crescendo, and Rachel was left clutching the wall with one hand and squeezing her other hand between her thighs for all she was worth. 

Finally, they were done. All that remained was the shower spray filling the room, but Rachel wasn’t done. She ached and yearned. There was a pressure in her she couldn’t explain and didn’t know how to release. She wondered if storming into the shower now would cause Arthur to teach her how. Maybe she could reach that release Mindy and Selene obtained. 

"Let's dry off." He said. "We should get back to the group."

Rachel panicked and trod as softly as she could backward. She saw Arthur’s arm reach out of the shower stall, and she ducked into the nearest toilet stall. Sitting on the closed toilet, she hugged her knees, her feet, and her skirts out of sight. 

"Later." He said. "I'll cum later."

Then, silence as they dried off. She could try to run for it, but they’d hear her now, with the water off. 

"How was the slapping?" He asked.

"It was good." Mindy said. "The sting was... a lot, but it really got me going."

"Did you cum?" Arthur asked. 

"No, Sir." Selene said. "But I really wanted to."

"Tonight." Arthur assured her. "For now–Was Mindy too rough on you?"

"A little, maybe, but not safe word worthy." Selene said. "I liked it."

"Good." Arthur said. "She'll make it up to you tonight."

"Yes, Sir." Selene and Mindy said, simultaneous and eager.

Rachel watched as flashes of towels and feet passed her stall. Mindy and Selene wore their towels back to Mindy's room, holding on to each other as they walked. 

The third pair of feet she waited for didn’t come for a few minutes. She wondered if she’d missed them, but then Arthur’s shoes stepped into view, and she froze. They were pointed toward the mirror. 

Rachel held her breath, not daring to peek in case the incubus spotted her and put her deeper under his spell. There could be worse fates, she supposed. She froze as he turned toward the stalls, but he moved to one at the opposite end of the row. Then there was a sound like pouring water, and she realized he was peeing. She’d never listened to a boy pee before, and all she could picture was the huge penis she’d seen in the shower. 

Then, he flushed, washed his hands, and left. 

Rachel let a few minutes pass, trying not to think about him, but she failed. All she could think about was what might have happened. What if he’d found her? What if he’d used his incubus powers to make her do what her body wanted her to do? 

“What a sinful creature you are.” Arthur’s velvety voice said as he looked down at her. 

Her body flushed at her imagination of him, naked, blocking the exit of the stall, his huge penis sticking toward her like an accusation. 

“Look at you, as lustful as any man. You should be ashamed.” Arthur said. 

“I am…” Rachel answered. “I am lustful, and I’m ashamed.” 

“Do you know what you have to do?” Arthur asked. “To free yourself from this lust?” 

“No…” Rachel said, confused. 

“You have to release it from your body.” Arthur said. “It’s your body that’s sinful. Your breasts are too big and tempting. Your skin is so smooth. Your hair is so pretty. Your body was built for sin, and it makes you sin. The frustration, the pressure? That’s what’s making you have all these sinful thoughts. You have to release it.” 

“How do I… do that?” Rachel asked. 

“Would you like me to do it for you?” Arthur asked. “I can, you know. I can use this.” He grabbed his dick. “Or I can use this.” He licked the air with his tongue. “Or these.” He wiggled his fingers. “And I can bring you bliss and relief from all this lust in your heart.” 

“Please…” Rachel said, quietly. “Just tell me how.” 

“You know how.” Arthur scoffed. “If you want to do it yourself, all you have to do is take that hand of yours and release the pressure.” 

Rachel swallowed and slowly moved her hand toward her waist. She slipped her hand under the waistband of her skirt and into her panties. Her fingers stretched beneath the cotton fabric, and her breathing spiked as she made contact with something that shot electricity through her body. 

“That’s it.” Arthur said. “You’re just a whore, aren’t you? Like the others.” 

Rachel ignored him. 

“You’re just a whore, a slut, a damned lustful sinful beast who craves sex and pleasure even though you know it’s wrong.” Arthur said. 

Rachel wanted to protest, but she couldn’t. Her body couldn’t lie. She was wet and desperate, and her fingers were moving faster now, rubbing the top of her lips in hard circles, almost punishing herself for her thoughts. 

“That’s it, Jezebel.” Arthur said. “Give in to your lust. Give in to me. Submit to my power, and I will bring you pleasures you’ve never even considered. I’ll teach you how to please yourself and how to please me. You’ll learn, and I’ll punish you for your sins. Then, when you’re ready, you’ll become one of my wives or concubines, and your submission to me will be complete. The whole world will know what a desperate little whore you are, and you won’t even care. You’ll beg me to fill you with this cock, to put it in every hole you’ve ever imagined using for sex, and you’ll know how to use those holes to please me, your Sir, your Master, your new Lord.” 

“Gah!” Rachel gasped in real life and clenched her hand as her fingers curled. Spasms shook through her body, and she clamped her other hand over her mouth to keep from making any noise. Her entire body convulsed with pleasure, and the pressure in her core jettisoned, freeing her from its hold. Her mind went blissfully blank. The constant voice in the back of her mind went away. Naked incubus Arthur wasn’t there. The door to the stall was closed, as it had been. 

Her breathing lightened, and she dried her fingers on some tissue paper. She cleaned herself up and pretended that none of this had ever happened. It hadn’t, anyway. The entire scenario was only in her mind, and God would forgive her. Her sin was between her and God, and He knew she was weak. He knew she needed His forgiveness for what she’d done and gave it to her freely. 

She washed her hands and used the air dryer because she cared about the environment. All the while, she knew what would happen the next time she saw Arthur. She wasn’t going to look at him. Looking at Arthur was what caused those lustful thoughts in the first place. He couldn’t make her stumble. He couldn’t be an incubus. Not really. He couldn’t use his powers to make her sin again. She was confident of that. So long as she didn’t look at him, she’d be fine. 

She left the bathroom, only to see Arthur standing outside her suite door. 

Rachel froze, and all the determination she’d mustered fled. She stared at him but wasn’t really looking at him. The world was unmoored. 

"Uh..." Arthur started. "Are you okay?"

Rachel looked down, determined not to look at him, and blitzed past him into her suite and her room, closing the door behind her. 

Mindy and Selene were dressed by then and getting ready to exit. 

“Hey!” Mindy said. “What did you want to talk about before?” 

“Oh, uh… nevermind,” Rachel said. She moved to her desk and returned to her homework. 

Mindy looked at Selene and shrugged. Selene returned the shrug. “Okay, well, have fun! We’re going to the game. Don’t stay in the room all day. Oh, and I won’t be home tonight. I’m going to crash at my parents.” 

Rachel knew that was a lie, and she suddenly wondered if all of the nights Mindy spent there were lies. She sighed. “Okay.” She said, then added. “But Mindy?” 

“Yeah?” Mindy asked. 

“Be safe.” Rachel said after trying to determine how to say what she wanted. 

“Will do!” Mindy said, hugging Selene as they exited the bedroom, leaving Rachel alone. 

Alone with her demons.