Message-ID: <44128asstr$1062065406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20030828014724.13714.qmail@web20503.mail.yahoo.com> From: Khajit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 27 Aug 2003 18:47:24 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} FoaDP 1 (Set up, M mast, Anime-like) X-Original-Subject: FoaDP 1 Date: Thu, 28 Aug 2003 06:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, IceAltar All the usual: Don't read this if you really shouldn't, all rights reserved by author, no display at pay sites, etc. Fragments of a Demon Possession; Fragment 1. (Set up, M mast. Anime-like) --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! SiteBuilder - Free, easy-to-use web site design software <1st attachment, "Fragments 1b.txt" begin> Fragments of a Demon Possession: Fragment One He nestled in a pool of energy, surrounded by his sycophants and followers. It was the seat of power, and lines of energy snaked out of the crackling nexus, connecting to other sources of power held by his clan and affiliation, and various other energy beings not inimical to them. He luxuriated in the ripple of energies, feeling nuances and flavors of the flow through all the energy tentacles. This soothed the restlessness he felt. Since being forced from the greater energy nexus by inimical beings of a darker nature, he regularly pulsed with regret, ambition, distress. His affiliation group, due to certain difficulties in rise in status, had done little to redevelop him. Such is the difficulty of the Demon World. He was lazily calculating paths back to prominence in the clan when he felt the energy pulse . He sent his fastest servitor to ping this expanding blast. The servitor bounced back, an agitated shade of red. "Great Power!" A white nexus, an unblocked entrance into the Hard World!. " Not waiting for a moment, He sucked power from the gathered lesser demons and threw his servitor back along the line. Using the channel thus created, he blasted along the ley line towards the white nexus. He could sense other demons swirling around, flying towards the incredible power of the white nexus, and the amazing occurrence of a free opening into the Hard World, one unburdened by a summoner, or the rules of a magickal transit. The amount of energy required to cause this was beyond his imaging. He expended personal energy to move even faster. He could sense others striving for the opening, even as he felt it start to retract. Redoubling his effort, he drove along the line blazed by his servitor. There it was, the opening. He dove at the receding break between the dimensions, carrying himself and his servitor through the white fire. He felt other demons popping through the hole as it closed. Then he was there: The Hard World. So rich in energy sources, so easy to gain power and status. So, so COLD. His energy structure's coherence was fluxing. He needed to find a place to anchor himself in the Hard World and fast. He communicated to his servitor, and both flashed out, looking for suitable recepticals. He found lines of energy flow, encased in lines of metal and plastic. Leaping into one, he followed the line, looking for one who fit his nature, before his nature evaporated under the cold pressure of the Hard World. He felt a great blast within the strange lines of power of this strange world, and riding it, he came upon a host admirably set for possession by one of his nature, a demon of lust and sensuality. He rode the energy pulse into the body and attached his tentacles into him. The perceptions of the Hard World flashed before him, confusing and wild, just as the host jerked with the power of the pulse, and darkness flooded all. Jack sighed. "Friday night, I bet she's out at the clubs. " Jack was too depressed to even think about it. Time to blot things out, and just go grooven. Jack cranked up the bong, and cranked up the stereo, putting on the headphones and going into the heavy throb of the music. He finished the bong load and got into the comfy chair. The music and the smoke eased things for him. Although it brought some things up. He felt his dick stir and rise . He though of Jennie shaking her butt. Unzipping, out came his trusty dick, so underappreciated. Stroking it, he decided to concentrate just on the crown, kneading and sliding. Envisioning Jenny naked on the dance floor really did it. He felt the sperm jump, felt the orgasm start, felt the sound blast, as the lightening hit on the transformer outside his window sent spikes of electricity through the lines, into his headphones. Felt the interloper plow into his mind. Felt the convulsion of his body as he passed out.... <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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