Leanne on the Way to the Shelter.

Leanne stretched a bit as she got into her car with the last of the boxes. She glanced at the box on the seat next to her, her eyes resting on the statue that she had found in the box. It depicted a woman with her hands in the praying position, a nice little statue, probably of a saint, but she shook her head and started driving. She needed to get these supplies to the Women's Shelter.

The shelters around the city had been set up to keep people safe. The old women's shelter in particular was for women who were no longer safe at home, often because their loved ones had been taken by the demons and they were able to escape. With everything that was going on, she was just glad that they had somewhere safe to go.

"Yes... safe... for now..." a woman's voice whispered in her ear.

"What?" Leanne asked as she looked around. "Who's there?"

"Oh honey... I don't have to tell you who I am," the woman whispered as Leanne pulled over, she adjusted herself as she felt a wetness between her legs as an invisible woman's hand brushed against her crotch. "You can feel it, can't you?"

Leanne shivered, she was still a virgin and had no desire to have sex until she was married, but it felt so good. She looked over at the box again, only to see the statue of the woman now naked, with one hand between her legs and the other on her breasts. She was already starting to feel horny, her thoughts of anything pure and innocent turning into something sexual.

"Yes child, you can see me," the woman said._ _"You can feel it, can't you? You want it..."

"Yes..." Leanne moaned, rubbing her crotch.

_"Pull off your pants... pleasure yourself," the voice whispered. _"You want it, don't you? It won't do any harm."