Fight the Lakeman

You dart backward and steady yourself into a fighting stance. You don’t know who or what this dark figure before you is, but you are too afraid to turn your back on it. Rather than flee, you decide the only way to save yourself is to try and fight the menace back into the water. Somewhat steadied, you curl your delicate hands into fist and lower your stance.

The lakeman pauses for a moment to consider you and what you are doing. At lease a foot taller than you, his thick woolen cloak seems to envelop him from foot to hood. As you attempt to size up your adversary you take stock of his massive wooden oar; more disturbing than the tool was the inhuman hand he used to grip it. The fingers looked skeletal, but there was definitely a skin binding the bony digits together. Still, the moon reflected off of the monster’s bleach white hand as if it were made of stone marble.

Your gaze continued to travel upward, but only met with the same hooded darkness as before. Your mind screamed at you in a panic demanding to know why the specter didn’t move. You involuntarily flinched when the lakeman finally does move his free hand upward towards his hood, his hard white fingers matching his other hand. Peering as hard as you can, curiosity overwhelming you, the lakeman revealed his night shrouded face.

Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes widened. He was not a skeleton, but he might as well be one for his pale skin stretched without flesh upon his visage. His lips missing, he bared his gruesome dry teeth as they grinded upon one another. Worse of all was the horror’s eyes which looked directly into you; at the point where taunt skin met hollow there was nothing but pooled darkness. Nevertheless, he _was _looking at you.

Confronted with the true appearance of the demon is enough to convince you to change your mind and run. Your heart turns to ice as you shift your weight and lift your leg to sprint away and realize you have not moved an inch. The lakeman seems somehow pleased as he slams his oar into the sandy mud to secure it. Once again you feel heavy invisible chains pulling downward at your arms and back. Slowly you find that you cannot hold up your defense any longer as your arms are pulled down to your sides.

The lakeman glides towards you and extends his bony hand out to touch you. Your shivering, naked in the moonlight as he regards your chest. Giving no pretense, his places his pulled skin hand onto your left breast. The ice cold of his touch causes you to want to yell and crumble to the ground, but you find you can’t even do that as he has you locked in place. His other hand palms your right breast which creates another flood of chills through your torso. Expressionless, the lakeman uses the palms of his hands to smash your tender bust against you only to then turn his fingers inward. His thumbs below and his fingers above, he brings his razor sharp nails slowly together to drawl ten bloody lines down your perfectly smooth breast.

Encased within the fiend’s spell you stand as a statue without the ability to lash out. Nevertheless, your eyes are silently streaming tears of pain as you feel every millimeter of **** from this hell spawn. You feel as though you can no longer take it, that you will simply die from the agony, as his narrowing finger tips reach your diamond hard nipples. Your eyes held open wide, the lakeman turns his vision from your body to your face. Simultaneously he pierces your nipples between his thumbs and index nails as he lets go of his mystic hold upon your mouth and throat. Like an explosion in the dead of night you scream into the darkness above. When your air is completely gone you can’t help but **** in another lungs full of air just to shriek and keen again. All the while the demon is pulling and tearing at your once lovely rose petals. You can feel the warm crimson tracing lines from your nipples down your body.

Slowly you realize that your screaming had transformed into a sickly blubbering. It takes a moment for you to understand that the evil lakeman has given up your mauled tits. Standing back, the demon apathetically dismissed you with a wave of his hand. Instantly you feel your muscles turn to jelly as you collapse upon the lake’s shoreline. The pulsating agony radiating from your chest quadruples as you look down at yourself to examine the wretched flesh the devil has left behind. You turn your eyes away and then upward to see the disrobing lakeman. His eyes sockets now glowing as heated lumps of coal, he stripped the heavy black cloak from himself to expose his unnaturally gaunt body. It was as if he was made only of skin, ribs and hips as you watched his spine twist and contort to pull the cloak completely free from himself.

Your hands quivering and your muscles twitching, you try to push yourself to your feet. You are in a state of terror as your imagined sprinting escape is nothing more than a clumsy turn and a slow crawl in the silty muck. Every inch away from the shoreline is excruciating, but you **** yourself; knees scraping, hands trembling, tits dragging a grisly trail in the sand. You know your efforts are in vain, but have no other recourse as you continue to persecute yourself until you feel the shock of chill upon your waist.

Like a plaything the Lakeman drops to his knees and flips you onto your back. His eyeless hollows burn with an intensity as he wedges his arctic hands between your calves and thighs; he pull you towards his erect phallus by the underside of your knees. Incredulous, you find the strength to rear up and land a solid hook upon the villain's jaw. You are certain you have broken your hand upon his dense rock-like face as the sensation of freezing and burning mingle within your hand. With a flare of his depressed nostrils he whips his gaze back, petrifying you once more.

Frozen in a half prone position, your elbows digging into the silt beneath you, you are accorded a full view of your own violation. Drying blood and mud smear your swelling breast and torso while your knees are folded half underneath you so that your heels press up against your buttocks. The lakeman slowly pushes your thighs apart causing your fragile mound to rise up, your lips slightly separating. In your mind you thrash and scream and fight your way out of his frozen grasp, but in reality you watch helplessly as the hard palms of his white hands slowly move up your inner thighs. Unexpectedly you feel him lift you once he reaches just above your pouting groin. Your feet are freed from the silt as he angles your pelvis towards himself. Your left thigh is released as the lakeman removes his hand only to plunge his thumb deeply inside your slit. The claw like bony thumb scrapes and cuts your sensitive lips and vaginal wall as he proceeds to pump his hand in and out of you. Unsated by your bound expression of horror, the monster brings his middle claw-tipped finger of his assaulting hand to your clitoris. Shocks of torment rack your core as stimulation and pain haywire though your loins.

You can see the demon’s eyes begin to smolder brighter as he continues to **** you with his right hand. Looking up from his dark eviscerating ministrations, he reaches out his free arm. Almost worse than the pain surging through you is your inability to blare out your rage and dread as his hand passes your chest and nears your head. With a single gnarled index finger the fiend drew a burning red cut down your soft puffy lips. Suddenly the floodgates were released and you shatter the silent night with your Keening wail. The minor scratch dividing the lips of your mouth splays open into deep gashes as you repeatedly scream out over and over again.

Throughout your tormented wailing you see the lakeman’s eyes become brighter and brighter as if they are two fiery coals. Gasping for more air to again fill the night with your shrieks, you see his eyes burst into flames within his skull as he rams his ungreased cock into the opening of your anal crypt. Adding infinity to the agony of your already climaxed misery, your body begins to convulse. Still unable to voluntarily move, you feel your rectum begin to spasm upon the lake-born demon’s pounding dick as your limbs shudder uncontrollably.

The never ending Holocaust happening to your taken body and mind continues as you helplessly see the lakeman’s flaming eye sockets become almost blindingly bright. You expect the suffering to end. You want to pass out, but something is holding your focus steady upon your own torment. His clawing hands, your dripping body, his violating member pounding away endlessly will not let you go. Finally you watch as his marble hard body begins to tense into a ridged pose. His hands move to squeeze razors into your waist as he begins to climax inside of your demolished asshole. It takes seconds for the fire to drain from his eyes into the deepest parts of your carcass.

The sensation is new as the pain is unbelievably replaced by something even worse. It was a spreading feeling of nothingness unlike anything else you’ve ever imagined. Extinguished, the lakeman fall limply on top of you. Unnerved by the growing nothingness within your bowls, you push him aside and fumble crookedly to your knees. Looking down at your body you can feel it eating away at you; a small hole of darkness forms at your lower belly. You lose it as you see the hold spreading. You grab at the edges of the hole, but your broken hands merely disappear into the surging darkness that has replaced your stomach. The emptiness travels up and down, consuming you as it grows until your upper body, now severed from your legs, falls to the lake shore with a wet plop. Panic overwhelms you as the darkness envelops your chest and neck...