Dangerous Illusions

Chapter 12

Romano, the Black Demon of lost souls, was a little pissed off at the moment. The Demon was not happy because in the past six months he was not having much luck collecting any of the lost souls that inhabited earth.

It seemed to the Demon like more and more of the lost souls on Earth were either choosing to stay or crossover, with the Ghost Whisperer's help.

The Demon's recent failure to collect the lost souls on Earth was becoming more troublesome to him, and he knew that something had to change for him soon. It was also starting to get some notice in the darkness world that he inhabited.

The Demon knew that if things did not change soon, that he would not be able to visit Earth anymore. So he had to find a way to collect the lost souls, if he wanted to keep coming back.

Romano did not want to go back into the darkness again forever, because he loved it here on Earth. He also enjoyed all the evil havoc that he could create when he visited.

The Demon had a broad grin on his face, as he thought about all the debauchery and misery that he had already inflicted on some of the young women he had met.

The horror Romano had done over the years to them made his cold black heart fill up with much joy.

On rare occasions the Demon could gain a temporary physical presence here on Earth. It meant he could go out and rape the purest and the sweetest of the girls that he could find when he visited. He loved ravaging virginal v*****s and chewing on tender young t**s. But rape did not gain him the souls of his victims.

The Afterlife had been good to Romano but the darkness was always moving, and news of his constant failure to gain souls on Earth was starting to become a problem for him.

The Demon also knew just the person to blame for his current failures in the real world. It was the big tit white b***h known as Melissa Gordon. At that point Romano decided he was going to make Melissa pay one day and suffer for all the times she had cost him a soul on Earth.

The Demon wanted revenge on the Ghost Whisperer and Romano also knew that someday or somehow, he was going to get his ultimate revenge on Melissa Gordon.

Romano kept thinking about it. If only he could maintain his physical presence on Earth long enough so he could manage to make love to her young body.

He also wanted to do the same thing to Melissa's hot body that he had done to the other younger girls on Earth. He knew once he materialized to a physical form that Melissa Gordon would be his forever, just like the other young girls he had f****d in the past.

Romano also thought that vile of an act on her young married body, would be his ultimate revenge against the sexy young Ghost Whisperer.

The Demon kept thinking that if he could manage to do that to her body that it would ruin her life forever.

In truth the Demon knew, deep down in his own black heart that he just wanted to possess Mrs. Gordon's beautiful body and destroy her soul for his own twisted Demonic pleasure. He could not stop thinking about Melissa's curvy white body.

He had envisioned, on many different occasions, the images of the Ghost Whisperer's nude body. The images of her body kept playing out over and over in his twisted mind, almost to the point of becoming an obsession with him.

The Demon also could not stop thinking about all the times he had seen her in the past, in various sexy outfits in public.

Romano had often wondered if maybe Melissa Gordon was not as innocent as everyone thought. It seemed to him like Melissa was always strutting around town in her skimpy little cleavage tops, with her big titties always bouncing.

Romano was now thinking back to the one time he actually got the opportunity to watch Melissa changing for bed one night. He now remembered just how much he had enjoyed watching her undress that evening in her bedroom.

The Demon actually got a great view of all of Melissa's nude body in its entire splendor, that night as she changed into her nightgown for bed. Now the image of her nude pale white body kept playing out in his warped mind over and over.

Romano saw Melissa's breasts that night, in all their naked glory. Her big breasts looked so pale, almost milky white in color, and they were capped with tiny little pink n*****s.

The Demon also remembered thinking that her boobs had some droopiness to them. Maybe her big ole white breast was not as fresh and firm looking, as the other teenage girl's he had the pleasure of torturing in the past; but her body was still very sexy indeed.

Romano was thinking just how good it would be if he could hurt her precious white breasts. He only wished that he could put her big boobs in a rack and torture her prized melons until she screamed out to him for mercy, to stop hurting her breast.

In truth, Romano just wanted to hear Melissa Gordon begging him for mercy. The Demon knew that he would show her none, when she did beg him to stop hurting her. Romano also thought about the rest of her nude body as well.

The Demon had only a brief look at her naked p***y that night but the image of it was still vivid in his warped brain. Her p***y had a thin strip of hair covering her mound, neatly trimmed down the center.

"I will get her somehow," he thought. "The Ghost Whisperer always had me, with her uncanny ability to get the souls to pass into the light," he thought. "It was starting to strain on me, my constant failures to her. I could see it now in my cold dead eyes, heavy with bags, and my brow lined with worry, and I had no idea how to defeat the Ghost Whisperer just yet."

However, luck rode hand in hand with the unforgiving darkness, and Romano had just spent a long week in the deepest darkest jungles of Africa where he came across an old spell book. It was a very old book with the brown cover crushed and it broke away from the lightest contact of human hands.

The writing in the book was very old and faded. It was also in a language not used by man for centuries. Patience, said the darkness, so Romano studied the old text until he worked the writing out in his head and he learned the ancient ways of the Dream Stalker.

In ancient times, the biggest danger was the feared Dream Stalker; a man, the book said, that could take the dreams of the living and bring them to reality.

Romano read the dreams never ended in death but in a series of joy swiftly moving into unbearable sadness. The Dream Stalker sounded like a man Romano could get to like, and now he had his book and all the knowledge from the text.

The demon studied the book's text religiously, from cover to cover, and learned all the magic from it. Once he learned everything in the old book, he knew the right person to attack with his newfound knowledge: the Ghost Whisperer herself, Melissa Gordon.

Melissa was very tired after a long exhausting day at work, and from the many spirits that approached her during the day in town all wanting her help.

It had been a long day for Melissa Gordon but she was now safe at home and all she wanted to do was to get in her big bed and get some much-needed rest.

She started changing for bed by putting on one of her favorite nightgowns. The gown she put on was one of the most revealing nightgowns that she owned.

The night gown always made her feel very sexy when she wore it to bed, and wearing it normally turned on her husband so much.

That when she wore the sexy gown to bed, it would often lead to a great night in the sack with her hubby.

Melissa was feeling horny as hell at the moment, even though it had been such a long day.

The minute she put on her favorite sexy nightgown, she could feel her tiny n*****s hardening through the thin nightgown.

She even begun to giggle while, talking to her own breasts.

"Why it looks like my big boys need some loving attention tonight from my husband."

Melissa decided to just lie down in bed and try to go to sleep. She knew that she had to stop thinking about s*x if she ever wanted to sleep tonight.

She did manage to fall asleep but it was a restless sleep as images of s*x filled her brain, while she slept.

As Melissa slept, a faint mist of red dust blew through the open French windows, circling around the room a bit before falling down and resting on Melissa's soft skin.

She smelled a strange smoke blowing up her nose, causing her to choke and gasp for air.

Melissa's sat up and reached for the glass of water on her nightstand, taking a big sip from the glass.

The water tasted strange as she gulped it down her throat. It had a very tart taste to the drink.

"Oh, god, what happened to my clothes?" Melissa wondered as she looked down over her naked breasts. She soon realized that she was now completely naked in bed.

Her eyes soon drifted shut and Melissa felt suddenly very tired.

She laid-back down on the bed, without even pulling the cover's back up to cover her nudity.

She then feels the presence of someone else in the room and Melissa could even hear at least two other voices, talking in the room.

"Oh, honey, just look at her gorgeous naked body."

Melissa thought that it sounded like a female voice in the room speaking, and then she heard another voice thinking it sounded more like a man's voice.

"Oh, baby look at the white b***h and her big white breasts just lying there."

The female voice speaks again. "Oh, baby just look at her naked body. She has a nice flat little tummy and look at the little patch of hair down there between her legs! My, she does have a splendid body, darling."

"I cannot wait to have a piece of her lovely body," the male voice said.

"Oh, you must wait Darling, we will have her soon enough."

Melissa tries to grab the sheets and pull them up to cover her nudity, but she cannot seem to move her arms. She can hear the soft voice telling her, "It's time to dream, darling."

She tried to speak but the soft hand covers her mouth.

"Hush my sweet angel, just try to relax and enjoys the ride."

Melissa could feel a callused hand now touching her soft breast, and another hand running down her flat stomach. She then felt a softer hand grabbing her other breast and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Oh honey, you're right! This slut's body is awesome. Just feel how soft her breast feels," the male voice said, while he also slipped a finger in her p***y. Then the long finger starts to finger f**k the young wife.

The female was still playing with her other breast, running her thumbs across the tiny pink n*****s, making them hard as pebbles from her soft touch.

Melissa could not see the faces of the people in the room with her, but she knew someone was fingering her p***y and a softer pair of hands was now massaging her soft breasts.

She wanted to stop them from touching her naked body, but she could not seem to move a muscle in her body.

The softer sounding voice spoke again. "I think she is about ready for her dream now." The woman's voice, she thought.