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Incubus Part 3/9
(c) Darkside@nym.alias.net
This story contains material that could be deemed offensive.
If you are under 21 or easily offended, stay away.
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Brushing back his longish, brown hair he decided to tell the
police. Even if it meant his ridicule they must be informed.
Somehow his instincts were crying out that this was no
nightmare, it was either premonition or an actual event.
He quickly dressed and decided that he could avoid a
shave for another day. He started to panic when he couldn't find his
car keys. Scrabbling around the house, the feeling of dread
rising up inside him spurred him to look harder. Eventually he
found them in a hidden fold of his leather jacket and he was
soon on his way.
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The mailman withdraws from Carolyn, the cum still slowly
dripping from his dick and her cunt. Carolyn passed out a
while back and he decides to take advantage. Strange, he
expected the Queen's handmaiden to put up more of a fight.
Still nothing can come against the power of right.
He slowly moves to the back of the room and picks up a
one-piece swimming costume . It's brown snake skin pattern
glistening in the dim light. He picks up some cotton-balls,
opens a small brown bottle and daubs the contents onto the
cotton.
He walks over to the slowly recovering Carolyn and presses
the chloroform soaked cotton over her mouth. There is a
brief struggle and she lies still.
Laying the costume to one side he proceeds to remove the
rest of her sweat and semen stained clothing. Putting the
costume on her was more difficult than he expected. After
he has put the costume on her, examined it for wrinkles he
goes off to find his super-bond 3 adhesive.
Looking back at the sleeping woman a surge of lust rushes
thru him. Her very comely form outlined almost to
perfection by the tight fitting costume. The swell of breast
and curve of thigh makes him aroused again. Forcing himself
to concentrate he picks up three tubes of super-glue and
walks back to the sleeping woman.
Using a thin section of balsa wood as a spatula he squeezes
the glue onto it and proceeds to place it under the costume,
smoothing it out as he goes. Soon all three tubes are used
and the snake-skin costume is firmly bonded to Carolyn's
skin. Only a small flap around her vagina is left free.
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"It's true I tell you," David Hawkins was shouting at the duty
officer.
"Yeah right, look piss off before I charge you," was the reply.
"Listen I saw a woman. Carolyn I think her name was. She's
in great danger. I can help. For fucks sake she could be dead
by now," David screamed.
Scott walked in after a fruitless search to hear the last
comment.
"Could you repeat that," he asked.
"As I've been trying to tell fuck-wit here. I had a dream,
vision whatever this morning. I saw a small man, about to
rape a young, bald woman. I heard the name Carolyn. Look
you may not believe me but I've never been more certain of
anything. She's in terrible danger," David said, the
exasperation showing in his face and voice.
"Hey come with me and we'll talk," Scott said. It seemed
strange, almost impossible but could this be the breakthrough.
Turning to the duty officer Scott said "Bob, can you give
Tina a call I'll be in room 5."
"Thanks" David said and followed Scott into the interview
room and sat down on a chair.
"Coffee?" Scott asked.
"Please."
"Look I'll wait until my partner gets here but don't worry
we'll sort it," Scott said.
Carolyn wakes up with a splitting headache. Her vision is
blurry but slowly comes back into focus. She tries to
struggle again but her hands are firmly tied. She tries to
scream but her mouth is gagged. Something feels odd,
different. She looks down to see that her clothes are gone
and have been replaced by a snake skin swimsuit. "Strange
how it seems to hug my body," she thinks. The room is silent
and still. From outside she can just hear the manic tweeting
of several canaries.
Tina arrived in the interview room a few minutes after Scott
had returned with the coffee. "What's up," she asks, taking a
spare chair next to Scott.
"Now David start from the beginning," Scott asks.
"OK. I am would you would call a psychic. I have this gift, I
don't know what else to call it. Ever since the age of
fourteen I've been able to sense danger for those close to me
or those with a connection to me. Everybody's had
some kind of experience like it. You know the feeling."
"No?" said Tina incredulously.
"Yes you have. That feeling when you KNOW something
has happened to a close friend before you're told. Well I
have the same ability only much stronger. I can see what is
happening to them. Usually it's just shadows and voices and
only when I touch something of theirs but today was very
different."
"How so?" Scott asked.
"I was at home, when the vision struck me. Full
Technicolor, Dolby stereo. I just had to get here and tell
somebody."
"Have you heard about the murder a few nights ago," Tina
asked.
"No. Why what has that to do with this? Was the victim this
Carolyn?"
"No she wasn't. Detective Cox, myself and several others
are investigating a series of horrific murders. We believe that
a woman called Carolyn Dawson has been taken and is next
on the killers list. If we show you a photofit can you identify
the woman you saw," Scott said, still skeptical but hey
anything to help.
"Maybe. I didn't get a good look at her," David replied,
relieved that somebody was starting to take him seriously.
Tina reached into her bag and pulled out a file. Opening it
slowly she pulled out a series of photos. She showed them
to David one at a time until David pointed at one and said
"Her."
"You sure?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, she didn't have the black hair but the face is the
same."
Scott and Tina looked at each other.
"What? Did I screw up?" David asked.
"The photo you just pointed out was that of Carolyn
Dawson. What do you need and what do you want us to do?"
Scott said.
David visibly relaxed "Do have anything of hers I can use?.
The aura of a person 'rubs off' on personal possessions. I can
tune into this residual aura and use it to link up with the
person. The more recently used the better."
"Hey Scott, how about her scarf?"
"A scarf belonging to Carolyn Dawson was found in her
abandoned car," Scott explained.
"That'll do fine. Now hurry we may not have much time,"
David said.
Tina got up, adjusted her skirt and went out the door. She
returned a few minutes later with the scarf, still in it's
evidence bag. "Here we go," she said handing it to David.
"Can I take it out of this?. I need actual physical contact
for this to work well."
"Yeah but don't tell anyone," Tina said with a conspiratorial
air.
Scott removes the bag and gently strokes the material.
Closing his eyes he concentrates on Carolyn. Urging his
mind to make contact with hers. Beads of sweat start to
appear on his forehead.
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In her prison Carolyn feels tired, fatigue and pain taking
their toll. In her minds eye she sees a door surrounded by a
glowing white light. The door is closed, mentally she
reaches out her hand to turn the handle.
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In the interview room David is shaking. He sees a door
surrounded by white light. She is close, he can feel her, feel
her burning desire to escape.
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In her mind Carolyn turns the handle, her mind screaming to
escape, to run from her private hell.
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David is sweating now. He sees the door open and Carolyn
is there, dressed in a flowing white dress, like a wedding
gown. Her face shows the strain of being captured, her eyes
wide with fear.
"Don't worry I'm here to help," David feels himself saying to
Carolyn and stepped through the door.
"Who are you, why are you here?, what do you want?"
Carolyn demands.
"My name is David. I'm here with the police to try and find
you. Please help me," David's voice says.
"I want to get out of here, quickly he's coming," Carolyn is
starting to panic.
"Can you tell me where you are?" David asks.
"No time, I must escape. The Mailman, The mailman is
here," Carolyn screams and pushes past David.
David whirls around to try and come after her but Carolyn
has shut the door behind her. David pulls the door but it is
firmly locked. "Hey wait," he calls but Carolyn is long gone.
Scott and Tina can only stare as David's body falls to the
floor and starts to convulse. Scott rushes out to call for help,
whilst Tina stays put to ensure David doesn't hurt himself.
In the meantime Carolyn's body starts to shake and
convulse, her mouth starting to fill with spittle and blood.
The mailman sits and watches her, It's just a trick by the
enemy he figures.
By the time the paramedics arrive David's Grand Mal has
stopped. Tina is holding him steady whispering comforts
into his ear.
David's eyes show fear and confusion. "Mailman, Oh God
the Mailman, no please," David is screaming over and over.
"David it's OK. You're fine," Tina said softly.
"We'll need to take him into hospital to get him checked
out," one paramedic was saying.
"OK Go. Can we ride with him?" Scott asks.
"Sure," the paramedic says as he begins to strap the still
shaking David into the gurney. David is then lifted out and
wheeled into the waiting ambulance. Scott and Tina jump in
the back and the ambulance rushes off, sirens blaring.
"How is he?" Tina asks one of the paramedics.
"He should be fine. We just need to take an ECG and run a
few tests but he should be fine. See he's coming round now."
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David's eyes open, clarity returning once more. He stares
around him and asks "Where am I?". He suddenly looks
shocked and confused.
"Shh. You had some kind of episode. I know you're feeling
strange but David did you see anything, anything that can
help us find her?" Tina asks softly.
"David?, who's David?"
"He's still out of it," Scott said slowly.
"Wait a minute. I don't sound like this, what's going on?"
David's face was starting to show panic.
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With the door shut behind him David had no choice but to
go forward. He opens his eyes and sees a dimly lit room. At
one end sits a small, overweight man. David tries to speak
but all that comes out is a high pitched "HMMMPH."
David's body feels strange, he looks down and cries out
even louder when he sees two firm breasts, covered by what
looks to be a swimming costume on his chest. Looking
closer he sees that the chest isn't his. It's slender well
muscled curves lead down to two long, shapely legs. His
eyes fixate downwards and focus on the distinct lack of a
dick. Mentally he screams and tries to find the door in his
mind again but all he sees is blackness.
The mailman starts to speak "Now handmaiden, rest over
with," the mailman stares into David's face with piercing blue
eyes.
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Back in the ambulance Scott and Tina continue the
questioning.
"What do you mean, who's David. You are," Scott says
"My name's Carolyn Dawson. What have you done with my
voice," David's body demands.
" We've done nothing. Listen David you're still confused
from the fit. We have to know did you see anything?"
"I've no idea who David is. Wait a minute the man in my
dream he was called David. He said he was here to help me.
I ran past him, away from the mailman," David's face was
looking scared. Scott and Tina exchanged confused glances.
"Shh rest now," Tina said.
"Wait show me a mirror," David demanded.
Tina fished out a small make up mirror from her bag and
allowed David to look into it.
Carolyn was confused. Why where these people calling her
David?, Why did her voice sound so deep, where was she.
She looked into the mirror the woman was holding and saw
an unshaven face of a man with longish brown hair. The
deep brown eyes widened and a loud scream erupts from the
mouth.
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The man approaching David looks confused. He cocks his
head to one side, then shakes it and leaves the room. David's
head is now clear and he tries to formulate some clear
thoughts. Before he can do so the man returns with a strong
smelling cloth. David tries to resist but is soon overwhelmed
by the fumes.
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Caroyln's panic attack ends with the paramedics injecting her
with some Valium. Scott and Tina watch as the Valium
takes effect. Carolyn's breathing relaxes and soon she is resting.
"Now we're in for it," Tina says.
"What do think all that was about?" Scott asks Tina
"How the hell do I know? What I do know is that the
Captain will be really pissed off."
"Not if David can provide us with some info."
The ambulance rushed into ER. As soon as she arrived Carolyn was
taken to a nearby bed. The Valium had made her sleepy.
"Mailman, Mailman," was all she could say.
"How is he Doc?" Scott asked.
"He should be fine. The Valium should be wearing off soon.
He was only given a small dose, enough to relax the muscles
and stop any more potential episodes."
"Can we speak to him?. It's a matter of urgency," Tina asks
the doctor.
"Sure. No idea if he'll be coherent enough but you can try."
"Tina, I've got a better idea. He keeps talking about the
mailman so why don't you cross reference the rough
description with postal worker records. Maybe we can come
up with something. I'll stay here and try and talk to him,"
Scott suggested.
"Good idea! I'll give you a call if I find anything," Tina said.
"I'm sorry you'll have to switch off any cell phones. Plays
havoc with all the equipment. I'm sure you can use the one
in the hallway if required," the Doctor said.
"Will do," with that Tina left the hospital.
Carolyn's eyes were open now, the effect of the sedative's
wearing off. Scott sat down next to him and asked "Hey you
gave us quite a scare back there."
"Where am I?" Carolyn asked.
"In Hospital you had some kind of fit, but the Doc says
you'll be just fine."
"I, I was in a dark room, Then I dreamt I was a man called
David," Carolyn said, still woozy from the effects of the
Valium.
"You are a man called David. Listen a woman's life depends
on what you know. When you held her scarf did you see
anything?"
"My head! I'm so confused. I remember being taken from
my car A few days ago. We stopped someplace, I was
blindfolded I couldn't see where I was going," Carolyn said,
ignoring for the moment the very masculine tone her voice
was making.
"Did you notice, see anything else?" Scott asked.
"I remember that the journey took about two hours. I
noticed the time on his watch when my blindfold was taken
off. I awoke in some kind of dark room. A cellar I think, I
can see a small crack of light from the doors above me."
"What else, David? This is good," Scott's spirit's lifted. At
last they were getting somewhere. Strange how he's
speaking as though he's Carolyn though Scott thought. Still
play along.
"Did you see the man, The mailman?"
"Yes, just, just before he raped me," Carolyn stalled at this
point, the fear returning.
"Hey it's OK," Scott said.
"I'll be fine. He was small about 5'6 , overweight with the
most blue eyes I've ever seen. When I looked into them I
just lost myself. I couldn't help but obey."
Scott just finished taking notes "Anything else?"
"Yeah just before I came here I heard the sound of birds,
canaries I think."
"Hey David, get some rest I think we can take it from here."
Exhausted Carolyn felt her eyes get heavier. This strange
dream will end soon she thought as she felt herself begin to
float away.
"Why don't you let him sleep now," the Doctor said to Scott.
"OK. Why did he talk as though he was the one actually
being kidnapped?" Scott asked.
"It sometimes happens, after a Grand Mal or episode the
patient is often confused as to their identity or whereabouts.
Don't worry it'll wear off tomorrow."
"Thanks Doc," Scott said and left the building to get back to
the station.
Back at base he met Tina who had just returned with some
more information. She looked triumphant "Got the bastard,"
She said and hugged Scott hard.
"How, Who, Where?" Scott blurted.
"His name is Martin Phillips. He works in distribution at the
central post office. He matches the description given to us
by that old lady. He took unpaid vacation a week or so
back, claimed he had family problems."
"Have you any photo's. David's just given me a detailed
description. Let's see if it matches," Scott said excitedly and
passed his notes to Tina.
"Let's see 5'6 check, blue eyes check and overweight. How
about we check him out," Tina suggested.
"Did we get anymore on him?. I've got the rest of the team
on that now. Do you want to pay him a visit?" Tina said.
"Let's do it," Scott said firmly. At last!
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David slowly came around, his eyes slowly adjusting to the
darkness. He hurt all over especially in his crotch. Slowly his
vision cleared. He tried to rub his eyes but his hands were
still tied. Looking down he saw the unfamiliar shape of a
woman's body. He felt a warm, wet feeling in his cunt and
shuddered. Slowly dripping down his shapely legs was
someone's cum. Fear caused him to shiver, he'd been raped.
In spite of himself he started to cry, softly at first and then
louder. He tried to call out but the gag was still in place.
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In a darkened room he lay on his bed, relaxing after teaching
the handmaiden a lesson. He'd washed himself down
afterwards, as he always did. He had deliberately not
cleaned her down as this would show he had some respect
for her. What puzzled him the most was that she now
appeared to be immune to his gaze. He'd been given that as
a gift in order to accomplish his task, but now he saw that the
handmaiden was immune to it. When he moved on the
Queen he'd have to be even more careful. He needed
strength and wisdom, so he knelt down on the floor and
started to pray.
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Outside of the house of Martin Phillips, Tina, Scott, and several
officers moved themselves into position. Overhead, flying at
a discrete distance was a police chopper. A sniper sat in the
open door of it, ready to intervene if required. Scott and
Tina casually walked up to the door. Tina moved to one side
ready to cover her partner.
"Ready to go?" Scott asked Tina.
"When you are."
Scott knocked on the door "Martin Phillips. This is the
police. We need to ask you some questions."
Silence.
Scott repeated the request.
"Think he's in there?" Tina asked.
"Dunno. Let's try a thermograph," Scott suggested.
Tina spoke into her radio "Ground crew 1 to Sky watch Do
you read me ,over ?"
"Loud and clear ground 1 what can we do? Over," the voice
crackled back.
"Can you perform a thermograph of the house. Make sure
the bastard's not in there? over," Tina called back.
"Affirmative. Call you later. Out."
The chopper flew lower and slowly circled the house three
times. A few minutes later Tina's radio crackled into life
"Sorry ground 1. Nobody's home."
"Fuck. Now what?" Tina swore.
"We set up a surveillance crew here and look for this place
that David mentioned," Scott said.
Two hours later all available airborne units were searching a
50 mile radius from where Carolyn's car had been found.
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Kneeling down by his bed he felt an urgency in his mission.
He tried to suppress it but it would not die down. All of a
sudden an answer to his prayer came. "Abandon the
handmaiden, she is powerless without the Queen. You
must move from this place. Go for the Queen."
He heard himself say, out loud "No I must complete my
work."
"You must leave now."
He was about to reply when he heard the far off drone of a
chopper. He froze as it came closer and then passed away.
Whispering thanks he quickly packed everything he could
find and jumped into his battered chevy. The voice was
right all that mattered now was the Queen. The voice warned
him not to take the main roads so he took the heavily
forested route out, heading in the opposite direction he
intended to go. An hour later he joined the freeway and
approached the city from a different direction.
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It had been twelve hours after the search had started and
Tina and Scott were bored. They'd been staking out Martin
Phillips house since they had discovered he wasn't there.
Tina was sucking into a donut, Scott drinking a lukewarm
coffee. The radio crackled into life.
"Scott, Tina. We think we found something."
"Yeah what?"
"About an hour ago one of our pilots passed over an old
farmhouse about 50 miles from where Carolyn's car was
found. In a nearby building he saw some kind of aviary. He
also spotted what looked to be a tornado shelter."
"Canaries?" Tina asked.
"Could be. What attracted his attention was the shelter.
Who heard of tornadoes in this part of the country?"
"Good point, Where's the chopper now?"
"He had to turn back and leave the place before backup
could arrive. He was low on fuel and had to turn back."
"Fuck! Right we'll get a team right there," Scott said.
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David stopped trying to scream for help and decided to try
and find anything that could help him. Turning his head left
and right he peered into the gloomy darkness of the room.
He was, he decided underground in some kind of bunker or
shelter. The chair he was tied to was secured to the floor
and the ropes binding his arms were secure. No way out so
far. Abandoning this train of thought for the moment he
took stock of himself. It was obvious he had switched places
with the woman, Carolyn. He had no idea how he got there
and even more important how to get back again. David
decided that he could explore his new body later and that
staying alive was the first priority.
It had been a while since the mailman had come down and
David wondered if anything had happened. He heard a faint
sound, that got louder. His spirits lifted as he recognized the
unmistakable sound of Sirens. He started to call out, but the
volume was less than impressive. A few minutes later light
streamed through the open hatch, making him wince and turn
away. A Male voice called out "Found her," and soon he felt
himself being untied.
"Get a medic down here," the voice called.
"You OK miss?" another said.
It took David a second or two to realize that the question
was directed at him but all he could reply was "Ummmm".
David saw that the owner of the voice was a large, burley
cop, flashlight in hand.
"Yeah right I remember," the cop said putting on a pair of
latex gloves, "Open wide."
David tried to open his mouth as far as he could. The cop
reached in and pulled the rubber ball from David's mouth.
"Carolyn ,listen you're fine, it's OK you're safe now," the
cop said softly.
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