He Doesn't Know Where He Is

Where am I? Jamie looked around at the sudden realization that he had closed his eyes as he hit the water, and opened them to find himself laying soaked in a black room. Sitting up in wonder Jamie was at a loss for what happened.

Before him was a statue, gargoyle esque, its mouth hung open as if it was a rain spout, its eyes seemed to glow red, as he looked down it he could make out details of what looked like a woman arching back, her breasts in the gargoyle's claws as her chin seemed to suggest its cock was in her mouth. Below the breasts the abdomen was perfectly toned and carved, leading down past the navel to the spread legs on their knees.

As Jamie approached the statue milky white water began to slowly flow from the statues mouth, down splashing between the breasts beneath the claws and across the female form down between her legs.

“Do you like it? I call it ‘Devoted to One's Idol’.” Jamie startled clenching his chest as he turned to see Cheryl strutting up casually.

Jamie didn't say anything, too much of this was suspicious, he tried to keep his guard up wondering what was going on as a background noise became increasingly prevalent.

“It embodies what is classically considered demonic, it pleasures itself sinfully upon not only one who has given into temptation and seduction.” Cheryl paused for a moment stroking the horned face gently. “But have bent over backwards to taste such sinful pleasures.” Turning to Jamie Cheryl's face took on an almost predatory glint. “Now I just need one thing to manifest my pool's link to my saviour.”

Jamie gulped. Looking around he couldn't help but think he was in some sort of horror film. Like Under the Skin…

He had no where to go Nothing to fight with. And an uncontrollable urge to fuck that pussy.

As Jamie shook that final thought from his head he felt his back press up against a hard surface. A WALL! Jamie began to shuffle along it watching the golden haired blond casually stalk towards him, her E cup breasts swaying gently with each silent precise step. Her hips sauntering out up, and down. Her hands brushed over her body drawing attention to her fondled breasts, hairless mons, and pussy lips.

“I like you. Such will and integrity. Maybe I should let you fuck me in my true form.” Cheryl taunted smiling as her prey clung to the wall she had willed in this psychic plane. In truth his body hung static in her pool, as if suspended in gelatin. As Jamie had fallen in Cheryl had released her form to merge back with her pool, embracing her new prey with in it.

Jamie screamed as hands sprouted from the wall. Quickly he found himself held still as black oily hands felt their way all over his body, ripping at his clothes, electrifying his skin as they brushed across it gently. He fought the urge to groan as some took firm hold of his cock, rubbing and stroking at it gently.

The background noise grew clearer, a cacophony of pleasurable moans surrounded him. Silhouettes took shape, echoes of others as they submitted to the Idol.

As hands held Jamie's head still and covered his panicking cries his eyes went wide as the statue seemed to take on colour, not so much the gargoyle like embodiment of the Idol as the woman beneath it. She moaned, and moved shifting with the creature never releasing its cock, her hands clamped over the claws embracing the fondling of her breasts.

Jamie was so focused on that he gasped looking upwards before gazing down to see the translucent liquid woman with glowing eyes lapping around his cock head. “Stay calm, the other pool boys didn't resist so much.” Cheryl soothed as an oily masculine figure took shape from the floor behind her. It groped her, and kissed along her shoulder grinding against her ass. Soon three others joined it, the remnant desire and lust of the souls Cheryl herself had given to the Idol.

Looking over her shoulder for a moment she smiled, watching the embodiment of the Idol rejuvenating her after she had surrendered her soul while drowning. This pool cleaner would be the fifth soul she'd offered up. Enough to corrupt the pitiful water jet into the pool into a manifestation of that moment.

Looking back at Jamie she watched him avert his gaze as the shadowy forms of the two previous pool cleaners licked at his dick. Standing up Cheryl shoved one of the heads down all the way his shaft. Brushing a hand across his cheek Cheryl pried into his memory, seeking what tools her shapeless form could exploit.

“I understand. Guys just don't do it for you. But you have to admit, it feels as goid as any pornstar you could imagine doing it.” Cheryl taunted.

Stroking the head on Jamie's cock it rippled, as the ripples spread across it the fluid changed form, and colour. “Ooh… What a kinky fantasy.” Cheryl chided placing a hand on another head triggering it to transform too.