Devilish Morning

Ashley woke to the sound of her alarm clock. The pale morning light spread across her nude body, soft and warm, and the air still smelled faintly of her perfume.

The texture of the sheets underneath here felt safe and familiar. It would be so easy to wrap herself in them and hide from the world for a few more minutes.

Her head ached faintly; her body still hummed from restless sleep. She rubbed her eyes, not wanting to wake up. At least it was Friday.

She sniffed, recognising the smell of George brewing her morning coffee.

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Finally sitting up, she scanned her room and froze. Someone was sitting in the chair by her desk.

At first, she thought it was just a trick of the shadows: her coat, perhaps. Then the coat moved. Long fingers steepled under a sharp jaw.

“Good morning, Ashley,” the man said.

The voice was calm, low, like something that came from the floorboards rather than his throat.

Her lungs locked. She tried to scream in alarm, but no sound came; her breath caught halfway, smothered in her chest. The air felt thick, as if the room itself refused to carry her voice.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said gently. “You’ve had a difficult night.”

Ashley fumbled for her bed sheets, quickly covering herself. “Who the fuck are you? How did you get in here?”

The man tilted his head, considering her question as if it amused him. It was the stranger who walked her home yesterday, tall, well-dressed in a light suit, his hair too dark to catch the light. She could never forget the handsome face; it was in her disturbing dreams as well.

But in the light of the morning, there was something wrong about him, something that refused to focus. His bright smile felt even more unreal and captivating than it did in the rain last night.

“Your door was open to me,” he said. “In a sense.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Perhaps not the kind you’re used to.”

Ashley’s pulse drummed in her ears. Yet part of her, against reason, couldn’t look away. His voice had a gravity that drew her forward. She felt palpable fear, but the memory of her yesterday's arousal returned with a vengeance as well.

“Don’t you want to know what’s happening to you?” he asked.

She blinked. “You mean...”

“The clothes,” he said softly. “The little accidents. The loss of modesty.”

Ashley’s skin prickled. “You know about that?”

“Indeed.” His smile was warm, sympathetic. “It isn’t your fault, you know. He asked for it.”

Ashley's brown furrowed. “George?”

The stranger nodded once. “He wanted to get his **** on you for your teasing. A petty ****, making you expose yourself against your will.”

She shook her head, though relief flickered beneath the fear. “So it’s because of him? It’s not going to happen outside the apartment?”

“Only here at your home, where he can invade your safe space.” The stranger’s tone was reassuring, almost tender. “It’s bound to his desire for twisted retribution.”

Her knees loosened. The tension in her chest eased a little. “So… I’m not crazy.”

“Far from it.” He leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees. “You’ve been violated, Ashley. Made into an object of someone’s greed. And yet you blame yourself. That’s unfair, don’t you think?”

She didn’t answer. His words settled over her like a soft weight.

“You deserve a choice,” he went on. “Wouldn’t you like to take that power back?”

Her voice dropped. “What do you mean?”

“Justice,” he said simply. “George cursed you to undress for him whenever you look at him.”

She stared. “You mean, curse him back?”

Ashley felt startled by the idea of finding her own just vengeance. Some part of her welcomed the possibility of striking back so much that she hasn't even considered simply asking for her clothes to stop being removed.

The corner of his mouth twitched, neither smile nor sneer. “I can give you the means to set it right. You need only decide what form it takes.”

For a heartbeat, neither spoke.

Something rustled by the window. Her eyes darted to the corner, where a small spider dangled on its thread, trembling. Another, larger one crept down from the frame, black, glossy, silent. The two met, and in the blink of an eye, the smaller vanished in the other’s maw.

Ashley fidgeted while she fought the turmoil of emotions. The stranger was watching her.

Her heart thudded painfully. “What are you? Do I have to sign some parchment in my blood or something like that?”

He smiled brightly. “You watch too much television. There are no signatures in blood. Your words softly spoken with intent behind them are enough.”

The silence stretched. Ashley could feel her breath shaking. Part of her wanted to scream again, part wanted to reach for him, to touch the impossible calm in his voice.

"What is it that you desire?" echoed the stranger's voice.

***

George was standing in the kitchen preparing his breakfast cereals, standing in just his briefs and a t-shirt.

Ashley's coffee was now ready, and with a snap, he opened his morning can of Monster. He never liked the smell of coffee, but it was another way of serving Ashley that just became a part of his morning routine.

He didn't know how to really feel about the stranger's visit to his room. It was creepy, and he was positive that man was some kind of a devil or a djinn, at least even if he skimmed over all his questions on that topic.

Having him talk about how just was his **** on Ashley was also unsettling.

Nevertheless, George had to admit that the sight of Ashle's perfect tits swaying in front of him several times last night provided enough inspiration that his balls must have been completely empty by the time he finally fell asleep, only to watch them again in his pleasant dreams.

Ashley walked into the kitchen just as he was about to sit down. As soon as she saw him, she started removing her t-shirt again while he stared at her chest. There is no way he would ever get tired of this; he only wished that he wouldn't need to worry for his life if he tried to reach out and touch them to see if they are as pillowy as they looked.

Ashley's eyes noticed George's leering expression and quickly confirmed that, undoubtedly, she was standing in front of him topless. Experimentally, she tried to reach up to cover herself with her hands, but instead, she just blinked and regained her focus with her hands nowhere need their original goal.

"That's not fair," she said, looking between George's legs. "Why do you get to keep yourself covered?"

George's heart caught in his throat. He was standing there with a throbbing erection tenting his underwear and threatening to slip out.

With an empty sack, he would not get that his hard-on would come so quickly and with such a throbbing vengeance.

He quickly tried to put down his cereal and cover himself with his hands. However, we blinked and found him holding the bowl again and looking confused.

"Congratulations to both of you for giving voice to your desire for justice." The stranger's voice rumbled through the air. The words softly spoken came from no direction and felt like whispered directly into their ears.

"There is no greater virtue than aspiration for balance in all things." They could not see the stranger or his bright smile, but they both knew that the smile was there.

"For the two of you, I will be just a whispered wish away, and each day, one of you can ask for a new balance to the scales, only for the other to get the same opportunity on the next day, and so on."

Both Ashley and George looked at each other with a sense of dread. They felt like they had already taken a step they should have never dared. Immediately, they both vowed never to voice another desire to the stranger or they would find themselves captured like flies in a web, trusting around just to find themselves more and more entangled.

"To make sure that equilibrium is maintained, you are not allowed to alter any of your regular habits and schedules, or you will be punished for it fairly. Also, every two days, after both of you tip the scales, I will bestow my own justice on both of you."

There is a small break in time filled with tension.

"To ensure that you truly appreciate the justice, from now on, when you are sitting together, George will hold Ashley's breasts and Ashley will hold George's penis."

Author's images and videos notes: I am getting better in my AI generation skills. All the pictures are made using PonyXL and videos are made using WAN. Everything is done locally on my machine. I haven't found a good way of embedding the videos as gifs direcly to the pages. https://imgbox.com/ complains about the image being too large, https://freeimage.host/ gives registration error even after registration. And redgifs doesn't support direct embedding... any tips from the audience would be appreciated.

Also I have now added video links even to the older chapters. Feedback is always welcomed since it does take some time and resources to produce these.