The Horla Copyright 2011 by Stormbringer "How is he?" "Not good, Howard. He claims his dreams are draining him." Dr. Howard West looked at Annie and shook his head gravely. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled his colleagues' wife into his arms for a quick hug. "I'm sure Guy will be just fine, Annie." He pushed her back. "Let me see him now." "He's in the study." Dr. West nodded and turned away from the worried woman. He was a frequent guest in their house and knew the way to Guy de Chevalier's study. Guy and Howard were both professors at Miskatonic University. Guy was an anthropologist and Howard taught psychology. Howard was fifty, short, and studious looking. He wore black rimmed glasses and had close cropped dark hair with perfect grey streaks along the sides making him look the part of distinguished professor. Guy and his wife were both eight years younger. Guy was thin and wiry. His hair was ear length, brown, but speckled with white. Annie was plump and had long raven hair. She had been a knock-out ten years ago with an adult film stars body. Younger, she had been a little skinny, but filled out nicely while pregnant eighteen years ago. Her breasts swelled up to large D-cups and remained large. It was only recently that she had been getting heavier, but she was still an attractive woman. Their daughter, Kathleen was now eighteen and absolutely stunning. Howard had trouble keeping his eyes off the young woman whenever she was around. She was fit and trim and had inherited her mother's large breasts at an earlier age then Annie had and Kathleen was fond of showing them off to get attention from boys. Howard knocked to alert Guy to his presence and opened the door to the study. Guy was sitting in a large backed chair with his back to the door. "Howard, thanks for coming," said a voice from the chair. "Guy," he said, acknowledging his friend as he walked around the chair. "How was Brazil?" Howard froze, wanting to gasp. Guy had only been out of the country for four months, but he appeared to have aged twenty years. His hair was completely white and he was thinner then he had been. He was sitting in the chair with a blanket across his lap as if cold, though the temperature was quite warm. Guy smiled. "I brought something back with me." "Apparently," said Howard, assuming his friend had picked up some sort of tropical disease. "Have you seen a doctor?" "They can't help me. No human science can." Howard smiled sadly. He seemed resigned. "They want to put me in the hospital, but I refused." "Guy, you should be in the hospital. You're sick." "Ha. I don't need a doctor. I need a priest. Ha ha ha." Howard furrowed his brows. Both he and Guy were avowed atheists. It was one of the reasons they had become such good friends. Now Guy was calling for a priest and giggling like he was half mad. "Why do you need a priest?" "To exorcize my demon. Oh Howard, there are so many things in this world we do not understand. Ha ha ha." "Guy, why don't you start from the beginning." Howard took a seat across from his friend. He crossed his leg and adopted his therapist demeanor. "Yes, why don't I," replied Guy. **************** "I should have stayed out of the cave," mumbled Guy. "Speak more clearly please." "Very well." Guy cleared his throat. "As you are aware, I've spent the last four months in the Amazon working with the Asurini Indians. "It was quite an interesting time, everything went well, but I shant bore you with the details. The Indians worshipped a god named, Quinhapulateh the bat god. They refused to go into much detail about him, but I found out a few things. The most interesting was the belief that he spoke to them in their dreams. Quinhapulateh lived in a nearby cave filled with bats, magnificent creatures. I would watch them leave the cave nightly, swarming out in their thousands to eat the mosquitoes that plague the river basin. The cave was off limits, but yearly they would send one young woman into the cave to feed their god." "Are you saying the Asurini engage in virgin sacrifice?" "Yes, old boy. They do. And apparently the god chooses which virgin he wants, telling the tribal elders in dreams. I couldn't wait to get back to the states to share this news with my fellow colleagues. That isn't the only thing fascinating about the Indians. Monthly, during the full moon. The tribe gathers before the cave and they dance, every man, woman, and child able to walk. I've never seen anything like it. I've never heard of any tribe in the world dancing like they do. It's as if they were possessed. Their bodies writhe, undulate, and twist in ways you would think impossible. It's both frightening and fascinating to watch. Plus, the chanting isn't in their tongue and when asked, they have no idea what the words mean. It's a native version of speaking in tongues. "It sounds like you found your book." "Ha ha ha." Guy and Howard shared the same dream of becoming famous by writing books in their fields. "That's what I thought my friend. That's what I thought. Ha ha ha." "Go on," said Howard. He was starting to think Guy had truly gone crazy. "I don't know why Howard, but I just had to go in that cave. I was even having dreams that I entered the cave and it was filled with gold. My last night in the village, the Asurini threw my team a feast with food, drink and dancing. I felt honored. Strange, but the non-religious dancing wasn't anything like they did before the cave. It was completely traditional for an Indian or African tribe. Nothing strange about it at all. Anyway, as the feast progressed, our hosts became a little drunk or exhausted from dancing. I saw what was probably my one opportunity to explore the cave and I seized upon it." "And?" Howard found himself leaning forwards, fascinated with Guy's story. "After retrieving a flashlight, I stole into the cave to have a look around. I found myself wading through guano a foot deep in places, my light falling upon worms and insects crawling amongst the guano. There was something wrong about the cave and it took me awhile to realize what it was." "What was that?" "The cave was unnatural. The floor was level. Some of the walls were flat. A passage looked hewn from stone, but a column had formed to block it." "Surely, it must be a coincidence. It take centuries for a column to form in a cave." "Eons." Guy paused for a moment before continuing. "There was room for me to squeeze around the column and I did so. My light fell upon a skull half buried in guano in the room beyond. A worm was crawling through the eye socket and a large tarantula was poised to feast upon it. I shivered and felt uneasy as I entered the room. I heard a noise above me and shined my light upwards. Not all the bats had left for the night. Many chattered in the large cavern. I moved my light to the floor again as I moved into the room. More bones revealed themselves. All were small, young, and female. I had found the resting places of the virgins. Many were old, covered in guano. One looked fresh, but the flesh had been picked clean from the body. She rested in a strange position. She was laying propped against a wall, her legs spread and one skeletal hand rested on the pelvic bone." "Meaning?" "Meaning, it looked like the skeleton was masturbating. I'm sure you don't believe me, but some of the other skeletons were in the same position. I continued to explore the cavern, shining my light upon the walls. Guano covered the walls too, but in one spot I thought I spotted something underneath the layers of bat shit. Using the back of my flashlight I scraped the guano off the wall and uncovered a pictograph." "Cave paintings by Brazilian Indians? Fascinating. What was it?" At first glance it appeared to be an octopus." "Why would tribesmen deep in the jungle have an octopus as part of their cave art. Evidence of a past migration?" "Perhaps, but as I uncovered more, The octopus appeared to be the head of a much larger creature, part dragon, part man. It unnerved me, but I reached out and touched it. Something moved behind me. I heard a loud screech as if every bat in the cave screamed at the same time. My light fell upon..." "What Guy. What?" "Nothing. There was nothing there, but shadows. One shadow startled me. It was of a a small manlike figure roughly four feet tall with a human head, but large bat ears. I turned and realized it was my own shadow I was staring at. What's more, as I moved the shadow shifted and appeared to be riding upon my back." "What did you do then?" "At this point I was completely unnerved and I rapidly exited the cave. I didn't even tell the team what I had done." "Interesting story." "It didn't end there, Howard. I brought something back with me. Something old. Something evil." "You hinted at that earlier, my friend." "At first, I didn't notice anything unusual. We took most of a day traveling by canoe and helicopter back to Rio where the team and I enjoyed our first real showers in months. The next morning, I awoke with an erection." "I see," said Howard, wondering what that had to do with anything. "It wasn't a normal erection. It was the kind of erection, I used to get when I was eighteen. I hadn't seen my dick so big and swollen in years. I wanted to take care of it, but I was rooming with several people and they were stirring so I had to try my best to hide it from them. Luckily, it went away quickly. We showered, gathered our things and headed to the airport. Our flight, of course, was delayed. Eventually, we boarded and the plane took off. I tried to get some work done, but I was still exhausted and requested a pillow from this flight attendant. Howard, you should have seen this woman. She was gorgeous, dark skinned, dark eyed Brazilian woman speaking to me in Portuguese before switching to English. I couldn't help picturing her in one of those skimpy Rio De Janeiro bikinis. She came back to me with a pillow, smiled, and I looked down her blouse. I swear several buttons had come undone and I could see the swell of her breasts. She went to help some other passengers and then she came back to me. "Anything I can help you with, sir?" she asked. Her blouse was now open. I could see her bra barely containing her large swollen breasts. The strap between her bra cups looked frayed and as I stared, the material stretched, ripped and tore in two. Her bra flew off and her amazing breasts burst out. "Oops," she giggled in her cute little accent. "This didn't really happen?" asked Howard in disbelief. "Of course not, I was dreaming, but it seemed real at the time and I remember it as if it were a real event. Let me finish. The stewardess reached down and moved my blanket aside. Her hand rested on my crotch, her fingers pinching my zipper. I felt myself harden as she slowly lowered the zipper. Her hand reached inside my pants and pulled my cock out. Only it wasn't my penis. It was the kind of cock one finds only in dirty comics or bad sex stories on the net. My cock was rock hard and at least a foot long. I stared at it as amazed as the woman holding it was. She began stroking it and my big cock leaked volumes of fluid. Enough to grease it up to make her hand glide easily. She continued stroking it, often bending it down to squeeze it between her massive breasts." "Sounds like a great dream to me." "It was. I was damned proud of my big cock and the sexy stewardess who was jerking me off. I looked up from my cock and her boobs, looking around. All the passengers were staring at me. Many were actual passengers I had noticed boarding. Some were my research team. Annie was there, as was Kathleen. My wife and daughter nodded their approval as the stewardess jerked me off. Everyone stared at my cock. Across the aisle from me was my father." Guy paused for a moment and looked sad. Guy's dad had died five years earlier and Howard had attended the funeral. "My dad..." Guy sobbed a little before continuing. "My dad was applauding me. Then I saw it. Sitting in front of my dad, diagonal from me was what I first thought was a bald man. It leaned forward in it's seat and looked at me, grinning." "What was it?" "Did you ever see the movie, Nosferatu?" "Yes, the old silent film, staring Max Schreck as the vampire." "It looked like that. It was smallish, bald and pale white. The ears were pointed like a bats and it's eyes glowed red. It smiled at me and nodded it's approval just like all the passengers. Suddenly, I was doing this for the creature. I stared at it as I was jerked off. I had no interest staring at the stewardess' big boobs or at my giant cock or even at all the other passengers. There was just this creature. I quickly came. It was the best orgasm of my life, filling me with pleasure. Jet and jet of my semen sprayed up from my big cock, draining me completely. I'd never seen so much cum in my life. I awoke with a start. Luckily, no one seemed to notice that I had been dreaming and all the passengers were back to normal. The sexy stewardess was pushing around a beverage cart. And then I felt something sticky under my blanket." "You ejaculated in your sleep?" "I slowly lifted the blanket and saw a growing wet spot upon my pants. I had ejaculated, but the amount was the impossible amount I had cum in my dream, more semen then my little balls could possibly hold. They felt completely drained. It was then that I realized how tired I was. I barely had the strength to get up and make my way to the restroom to clean up. Howard, I've never seen such a sticky mess." "How unusual." "Your telling me. The problem is that I've had similar dreams every night since." "Wet dreams?" "Every time." Guy moved the blanket aside. He wasn't wearing pants, only boxer shorts and they were soaked. The powerful odor of semen hit Howard's nose and he had to take a step back. Guy was right. There was a lot more semen then normal testicles could produce at any one time. Guy covered his crotch back up. "I just awoke," he explained, shrugging his shoulders. Odds of finishing: 5% This was going to be a second Lovecraftian horror sex story. I started it around Halloween and thought I might post it for that Holiday, but realized I'd never finish it in time. I may take it up again for Halloween 2011. Spoilers: The plan was to have the demon drain poor Guy and then move on to his wife and daughter. They would each start having vivid sex dreams about the people around them, slowly draining until the wife too died and the daughter ended up in the hospital. Howard picks up the demon visiting the daughter in the hospital and realizes it was real.
The Horla
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