Darkest Desires
Jessie had found the wooden mask in the rushes of the river. It seemed very crude and was certainly an ancient design. She had heard the vague rumours of what it could do. There was an urban myth of a wooden mask that granted its wearer unlimited power and removed all inhibitions. A plan formulated in her mind. A wild hope surrounding her best friend, tied in with the mask.
Jimmy had been her best friend in her teenage years. He was not only of athletic build, but devastatingly handsome, there was no doubt about that. He had gorgeous, wavy brown hair, eyes of the bluest blue, smooth skin, strongly defined jaw with just a hint of shadow, a freckled nose and the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. There could be no doubt that he was lovely in both looks and personality. So sensitive and mild mannered. But there was more. He had confided in her already that he was a budding gay. He felt in love with Jason, a boy they both knew. He had no romantic interest in girls. She should be content to love him only as a friend. But was it enough? If the mask really granted power, what could happen? If it took away her inhibitions, she could show him how much she desired him.
That night she told him that she had a secret she wanted to confide in him and drove him to a dark tunnel on the edge of town and parked the car there, so they would not be seen or overheard.
Jimmy looked out of the car window. Something stirred in his memory. No one ever entered this tunnel. It was a local legend. It was supposed to be cursed or something. He couldn't quite remember anyone telling him the explicit details.
"I seem to remember this tunnel is ill-omened," he told Jessie. "Terrible rumours there have been…"
"But it is private," she replied gazing at him intently. His friend always amused him when she gazed at him like that. She was a sylph-like girl with short dark hair, but it was really her deep piercing eyes and haunting expression that was most memorable about her. "Now we are here." She said. "I think this is the moment of truth." Jessie reached into her bag and drew out a wooden mask.
"What is that?" asked Jimmy. "It looks a really peculiar artefact."
"I'm going to try it on, just this once" said Jessie. She lifted it to her face. There was a flash. Jessie gave a cry as the mask welded to her. Jimmy yelled in shock. Wooden tendrils sprouted from the mask, enveloping her entire skull. The mask now clung tightly to her head. She yelled in agony as it squeezed her. Jimmy tried to reach out and pull on it, but there was another flash and he was thrown backwards, colliding with the car door. His blue eyes widened in horror. Jessie now sat by him, her entire head smooth, hairless, and a bright vivid green. She was also clad in a skin tight dress of bright red leather, rather than her simple blue frock. "How do I look now?" she asked, her voice now deeper and husky. Her eyes seemed to gleam. She touched her hairless green skull. "Well I seem to be missing some hair," she declared. As she spoke, lustrous, long red hair sprouted from her green skull, cascading down her back. She brushed it out of her face and grinned at him. "What has happened to you?" Jimmy choked. She did not reply. Instead she pounced on him pinning him to the seat, locking her green lips onto his. Her green face and fiery hair obscured his vision. She squeezed his arms tightly with incredible strength. It pained him, but he couldn't move. Her firm breasts were mashed against him and she was breathing right into his nostrils. The mask gave off a sour smell. Her tongue was shoved into his mouth and it was beginning to choke him. He couldn't breathe… But then she released his mouth from her kiss and drew her face a little apart from his. He could hear her breathing hard. The light from the lamp in the car roof shone off her green nose and cheeks. Her ruddy hair was slightly dishevelled. "How do you like that?" she purred, gazing at him with an avid intensity that quite unnerved him. "Don't you want to really get intimate now?"
"No!" said he, his voice trembling. "I don't have sex with women, you know that."
This angered her. She gave a little growl in the back of her throat and squeezed him harder so that he winced, then leaned forward pushing the seat back so that it was horizontal and she was on top of him as he lay there grinding her body into his. Her unyielding breasts were pressed hard into his chest. To his increasing horror, he felt his manhood betray him. "Shut up!" she ordered. "We're going to do this, whether you agree or not, understand?" She kissed him again, just as passionately, just as savagely. He tried to yell, but her tongue was in his mouth and she was squeezing him so tight he feared he might break. Her right hand relinquished its grip on his arm and grasped his pants instead. He struggled hard trying to shake her off. She gave him a painful dig in the ribs. "Naughty boy," she cautioned. He suddenly noticed she was holding a roll of duct tape, although where it had come from was a mystery. He cried out for help, but she already had covered his mouth the tape and with astonishing speed was binding him painfully to the seat. He tried to breathe through his nose and fight the rising panic. She was now demolishing his pants with her lightning quick hands. Now she was grasping at his manhood and he gave a muffled gasp at the violation as unwanted sensations coursed through him. The whole thing had reached the proportions of a waking nightmare. Now she kissed him on the nose and licked his face, her hair spilling into his eyes. "I'll take the gag off if you don't yell anymore," she breathed and tore it off, making him yell in pain, but she didn't seem to care. She tore off his shirt as well. Suddenly her dress slid from her. She had no underclothing on underneath and he could see the pale mounds of her firm breasts and between her legs, he could see her squirming vulva. The sickening sight of her organ made him cry again and beg her to stop. Tears were coming to his eyes. She put her hand over his mouth. "Quiet my pet," she said. "I don't want to have to gag you. That lovely mouth of yours is for my tongue to feel."
She impaled herself upon him and his mind reeled with a fresh surge of horror. His disloyal body was causing excruciating waves of pleasure and pain to fire through him. She gave an ear-splitting moan and lunged in locking her lips against his. He screwed his eyes shut. He wished he could die there and then. She was breathing right into his nostrils, the sour smell of the Mask was overpowering. He could feel his sense of self taking a blow with every piston thrust of her slender loins. With her lips locked against his he couldn't cry out. She thrust harder and harder and the feverish sensations intensified and seemed to burn. He could feel himself losing control altogether and he juddered as she screamed like a banshee. His seed erupted forth into her and he lay limply, feeling sick and disgusted beyond measure, his manhood limp and sore. She patted him on the cheek, breathing heavily. She lifted up his chin. "Look at me!" she commanded. He had no will left to disobey. That green face filled his entire vision. His entire world. He was not sure if he had any self left anymore. "Your eyes… such blueness." She whispered. "Give it a chance. If other women don't appeal to you that's fine, but can't you see? You belong to me now. Rest a little and we'll go at it again."
"No!" he groaned, but he didn't really even have the energy to protest anymore. His torment that night had just begun.