Rachel's Gone to The Bar

Rachel scrambled up to the bar, she was feeling distressed but couldn't place her finger on why.

Grabbing a drink left unattended by one of the guys getting sucked off Rachel guzzled it down, feeling a void within her. She could feel something was taken, even though it was beyond her grasp to perceive what it was. She felt the urge for another drink...

Maybe I should just suck some cock here, Rachel thought watching the crowd enjoying themselves around a couple exposed women who obviously were enjoying slutting it up.

Wait. That wasn't like her at all. The passion and tension with her date felt so good, she enjoyed what had been happening out in the hall. But it wasn't natural for them

Looking around Rachel dropped her jaw. The states of undress of some guests, the close dancing, the prowling hands, the blatent sex acts.

Was that the DJ?

This was all wrong.

But it feels so right.

Rachel remembered the photographer, the image that flashed in her head every time the camera went off. The desire to do them, to be those images.

Did the camera do this?

Backing away from the bar Rachel tried to manuever the crowding area without touching anyone. Without anyone touching her.

Suddenly a surge of guests flowed in, herded by the bridesmaids. The couple were going to say their good nights people were saying.

Terry wasn't among them.

You should go back and fuck him.

Rachel shook the thought from her head, feeling her chest tighten with anxiety as she didn't want to walk out there and face the scene she had left.

Shuffling next to one of the propped open doors Rachel spied the photographer waiting out there. A chill travelled down Rachel's spine as she yearned to pose before the lens some more, sensing it would complete her void, while terror of that happening had her lean her back against the wall.

As she leaned there she swore she could feel hands groping her ass, running fingers down her back. She dared not to look, half worried it was all in her head, half worried the wall was reaching out to touch her as if possessed or haunted in some horror movie.

Suddenly she saw Heather come in. She dropped her jaw, thinking she was looking at something out of a porn mag. Not just the new curves and beauty the bride paraded in, but the corrupted dress accentuating it while exposing everything a normal dress would be sure to cover. It wasn't the Heather she knew, yet something in her gut told her it was Heather as she found her focus locked on the actions transpiring at the head table.

Everyone's attention was locked there.

As Heather was fucked towards an enviable orgasm, and her newly forged vows with her husband complete. Rachel felt dread.

Heather had become some sort of demon.

“BE FREE!” Rachel stayed put watching the crowd torn asunder.

About a dozen people near the DJ just entangled into an orgy, similar scenes happening at the bars, the gang bang resuming from its pause to watch the bride and groom consummate in the spirit of the Idol.

The panicked rush for the doors seeming to ebb and flow as an orgy seemed to break out outside the doors Rachel stood by, part of her tugging to join it, the other part of her fearful of being pulled in forcefully if she tried to pass.

Paralyzed she watched as humans gave way to beast like creatures, some animalistic, others clearly demonic, or even less identifiable or describable entities.

Rachel watched in torment, teetering between fearful paralysis and hungering desire to join, the wall she knew for sure was shifting behind her, lips kissing across her neck and shoulders, fingers dragging across her back. She felt the zipper at the back of her dress slowly tugged down.

She dared not to step away premature of deciding what to do, fearful the hands trailing down her sides could reach out far enough to restrain her to the wall, leaving her **** to one of the increasing diverse creatures as they parted the groups they emerged from and wandered to another, either to rut with another creature, or help devolve a human into a similar being.

Fearful that is, if she did dare to step away her will might falter. That she could just give herself to one of these creature. That she would be powerless to resist if pulled in.