Ravi the Succubus: Possession

Chapter 1: Farm House

March, 2005

Ravi was hunting.

She was in Pavlo's Bar, in the town of Tuhloon, Russia. For a small bar, it was surprisingly clean, had good service, excellent bartenders, good prices and a pleasing decor. There was a small dance floor, a tiny stage and indoor/outdoor smoking. The decorations on the walls were clever quotes, funny comic strips and antiquated pictures all displayed on a variety of tin signs, wooden carvings and colorful posters. There was a beautiful reproduced jukebox, plenty of high tables and a fully stocked wrap-around bar. The music was loud, but not so loud that conversation was difficult.

It was a perfect place for Ravi to hunt.

She was sitting in a corner that had a clear view of the entire bar, the pool tables and the dance floor. Pretending to drink and listen to music, she had been looking for prey for several hours now. Her eyes locked onto her best prospect of the evening and she intensely watched him like a lioness gazing at a herd of zebra.

The music playing in the bar had been mostly oldies. The Lion Sleeps Tonight by The Tokens was currently playing on the jukebox and everyone was cheering, singing and clapping along. Apparently, it was a well known song even in Russia.

Ravi was a Succubus: a female Demon who preyed on humans through copulation.

The patrons around her were disinterested in her presence, carrying on with their nightly festivities seemingly unaware of the lovely Demon that was seated in close proximity. Ravi had caused herself to blend into the background perfectly, her subtly was owed to demonic skills of shadowing and stealth. This demonic power caused nearby humans to ignore her presence so that she remained unobtrusive and unnoticed. She could become noticeable whenever she wished but for now, she maintained her obscurity.

Succubi drained their victims of sexual energy and it provided sustenance for them like blood to a Vampire. There were two methods by which they fed. The first was physical sexual intercourse which Ravi preferred. The second was by entering the victim's dreams. During this "dream meld" the Succubi could engage the victim in a lucid sexual encounter while they slept.

Ravi needed to feed soon, she was dreadfully aware of it, but she didn't suffer from any hunger pangs. The side effects of going so long without feeding was a slight loss of control on her existence. Her grip on the Waking Realm was slowly slipping away, like sand falling through an hour glass. If she allowed herself to become completely depleted of sexual energy, she would descend from the Waking Realm and be trapped in Hell forever.

She usually kept herself well fed but occasionally, when she was filled with a particular self loathing, she allowed herself to go hungry, flirting with her eternal condemnation to Hell. Even during these times, when she hated herself for being damned and felt a longing to return to Heaven, she still refused to admit that her decision was wrong.

During the creation of humans, she had witnessed Elohim create Man from dust and subsequently believed humans were wretched lowly creatures. She felt that bowing down to and serving them was below her station as an Angel so she, along with many other Fallen, refused to do so. As punishment, she was banished from Heaven and was forced to exist as a Succubus. She considered herself lucky. Most of the Fallen were imprisoned in Hell and rarely managed to venture forth to the Waking Realm of humans. Perhaps it was because her position in the rebellion against Heaven was much less severe than most of the other Fallen.

Ironically, Ravi was now compelled to survive on the attentions of the very humans that caused her fall from grace.

There were times when Ravi regretted her decision. Over the centuries, her existence among the humans had shown her a brighter side to most of them that she had not been aware of at the time of her banishment. Some were capable of shocking cruelty but she had also witnessed selfless sacrifice. Humans were capable of love so deep that death was the only cessation but they could also brim with a dark hatred that rivaled the denizens of Hell. Ravi had become enamored with humanity so her refusal to serve them hung around her neck like a hangman's noose.

At the bar, she watched her target as he attempted to flirt with one of the waitresses. He was desperate to find a sexual partner, she could easily tell.

Ravi used the 'vapors' to select her prey. These vapors were like an aura that surrounded every human that she looked at. The higher and more colorful the vapors, the more sexually driven the person was and the more sexual energy they had stored up. Ravi usually waited to find the person with the most vibrant vapors before she made her move to seduce them.

These vapors were invisible to humans but to Ravi, they appeared red and translucent like smoke, curling up from every pour on the person's body. The vapors flared up several feet over the person's head before dissipating steam-like above them.

During her long life, Ravi had used theses vapors to ensure her survival. Sexually driven people were more wanton and shameless when it came to sexual activities which made them easier targets for her to seduce. The higher vapors also meant that her hunger would be sated for longer periods of time.

Men were the usual proprietors of the best vapors but women were occasionally her prey as well.

Ravi had been watching a young man and his friends that were drinking at the bar. Although the group of young men were ogling every girl that walked by, none of them had approached anyone or noticed Ravi watching them. Her prey was young, muscular and tall but not particularly good looking. His looks were inconsequential since his vapors were so brilliant and fuming highest of anyone else. It must have been quite a long hiatus since he had last gotten laid.

Ravi was fixated on the intensity of his vapors. Like a cat watching a goldfish swim around in a bowl, her eyes followed every movement of his sexual aura.

After a few more hours, she decided it was late enough in the evening for her to take him back to her hotel room to feed. Her plan of attack was always the same. Through calculated flirting, sexual innuendos and sensual body language, she would stroke his libido like a campfire, bringing it to a raging inferno. Only when he could hardly keep his hands off of her, would she take him.

She had to bring him to a point of feverish sexual need for good reason. She could not risk him having any problems like premature ejaculation, impotence or anything else. If any problems occurred, she would not be able to feed. Both she and the victim had to reach orgasm in order for her to consume the sexual energy.

Ravi had learned through trial and error, that men who had failed to satisfy her physically also failed during dream melding. This pattern had caused Ravi to set herself a strict rule: if her victim was unable to satisfy her physically, she moved on to another prey.

It was time.

As soon as she consciously dropped her veil of camouflage, everyone in the bar immediately noticed as she stood and approached her quarry. Ravi was 5'1" and weighed about 115 pounds. She had emerald green eyes, flawless olive skin and beautiful jet black hair. Her face was perfectly proportioned, with high cheekbones, a dainty chin, a perky tiny nose and full lips. She had a body that every man fantasized about, the type of body that was usually only captured on comic book heroines: excessively voluptuous yet lean and muscular.

She was wearing a navy blue, low cut dress that was skintight and had thin spaghetti straps. It was a very short dress and the thin material clung to every curve dangerously. She had on matching high heels, black fishnet stockings and flashy silver jewelry.

By the time she was halfway across the bar, every male patron was gawking at her and the women were beginning to scowl. Even the employees were having trouble focusing on their work. Ravi tossed her hair, enjoying the attention and eating up the envy.

She tapped her prey on the shoulder.

The young man practically fell over when her saw her. She smiled brightly at him, "Hi there, handsome."

Before her target could respond, one of his friends stepped up to her and asked, "Are you an Angel?" He slurred his words and his breath stunk of booze. Obviously this interloper had a little too much to drink. Ravi hoped her prey wasn't as drunk as his friend was.

She smiled politely at the drunken youth, "I was an Angel once, but not anymore."

Her target's companions all chuckled at her response. Each of them slowly gathered around her, eager to introduce themselves and bask in her beauty. She didn't mind being crowded in at all. Gaining undivided attention from her prey was ensured if he couldn't be distracted by any of his friends.

Ravi was casual but focused. She kept her attention diverted towards her intended target. She asked her prey, "So what's your name?"

"Lakov," he said. His vapors soared high as he looked her over, "What's yours?"

She hated his buzz haircut. Ravi used her most sensual throaty voice, "You can call me Rebecca."

"Can I buy you a drink, Rebecca?"

She ran her fingers through her long hair. Her lips were slightly parted. She made sure her gaze flicked from his eyes to his mouth and back again. Every subtle movement she did, every expression and every word that left her lips was carefully coordinated for hunting.

"I'm not really in the mood to drink anymore," Ravi said coyly, "I'm in the mood for something a little more private."

The drunk friend made an anguished cry of excited disbelief.

Lakov was unusually perceptive, "Your Russian is good, Rebecca but you have a slight accent. Where are you from?"

"My native language is Spanish," she explained.

The drunk buddy butted in again, "I knew it! She's a hot-blooded Latina!"

Lakov frowned at him then apologized to her, "I hope he's not offending you. He's actually a nice guy, he's just a little drunk."

"How thoughtful of you," she smiled at him then sensually smoothed her clinging dress, making sure that her hands followed her curves, "But I really don't mind since I'm not interested in anything else but you."

"Really?" Lakov was delighted.

She nodded, "I was just trying to figure out what line of work you do. Your hands seem so big and strong. Are you a masseur?"

He was thrilled by her, "No but I can give a great rub down." His vapors were soaring higher and higher.

She maintained eye contact, forming each word carefully to accentuate her mouth, "Don't make promises unless you intend to follow through with them, Lakov."

He was eager to get her alone. She could tell he was practically bursting with lust. "I would love to show you what I can do with my hands."

Ravi gave him her naughtiest grin, "Then how about you and I get out of here?"

Lakov smiled like the cat that ate the canary. He looked around at all of his friends and said triumphantly, "I'll see you guys later." He grabbed his coat and slipped it on as Ravi walked towards the exit.

He followed her closely, placing his hand on the small of her back, guiding her. She could feel how hot his hand was through the dress; he was practically burning with desire.

She didn't care what the bar patrons thought of her. It would be at least a year before she came back to this particular bar, if she came back at all. Ravi preferred smaller bars for hunting and used a wide range of different places over a huge area so that she never frequented them accidentally. After she got bored of an area, she simply moved to another. She never went to clubs or high class bars because the music gave her a headache and she despised dancing even though she excelled at it. Dancing was a form of festivity and Ravi hated anything celebratory.

The night was beautifully clear but very cold. There were traces of snow on the ground, "You can come to my place, if that's okay with you," Lakov offered.

He didn't seem very concerned whether she was cold or not, Ravi noticed. She wasn't wearing a jacket and had expected him to offer his. She dismissed his insensitivity because she wanted him focused on getting her clothes off as soon as possible. Also, as a Demon, she was practically impervious to any extreme temperatures, "Sounds perfect," she flirted.

Lakov asked if she wanted to follow him but she said she preferred to ride with him. He had trouble hiding his excitement, his vapors were blazing. In the cab of his pickup, he made small talk, asking her where she was from and what she did for a living. She told him she was from out of town and that she had once worked for a top secret organization to which he laughed. He probably thought she was joking.

Ravi maintained eye contact while they spoke and lightly stroked his arm, remarking how strong he felt. She had to be as seductive, as enchanting and as mysterious as possible. Although she was allowed to roam freely as a predator, there were still rules of hunting that Ravi had to adhere lest she lose her earthly privileges.

First, she couldn't force anyone to engage in sex with her. The prey had to be in agreement with their copulation even during a dream meld. Also, she could not take advantage of someone who could not give consent.

Secondly, she could not feed from prey that were virgins. The loss of one's virginity was potentially too important to be fouled up by a Demon.

Lastly, her prey must be mature adults. Teenagers could easily be exploited by Succubi due to their highly charged sexual appetites. They were strictly off limits. Her prey had to be at least twenty years old.

Ravi wasn't sure who had set up these rules for her or what would happen if she disobeyed them. To be honest, she wasn't even sure how she was aware of these three rules. No one had explained them to her, she just knew them. Instinct told her she needed to be strict in following these rules, so she did so diligently.

After ten minutes of driving in silence he asked her, "Do you do this often?"

Ravi played coy, "Do what often?"

"Go home with strange men. Is it a common occurrence for you, Rebecca?"

"Why? You don't take girls home often?"

"Usually it's not this easy for me."

Ravi gasped at him, "Did you just call me easy?"

He visibly blushed, "No. Shit! That came out wrong. That's not what I meant."

"Relax," she giggled and said soothingly, "I'm teasing you. I know exactly what you meant."

"It's just that you're so damn gorgeous. I usually strike out with women as beautiful as you are."

She shrugged, "You shouldn't be so unsure of yourself."

"I was really shy when I was younger," he admitted, "I got shot down by a lot of girls on a regular basis. Some were very cruel to me."

"You were probably just nervous. Women like confidence."

"Yeah, I was very nervous back then. I've been a lot more successful with getting what I want now."

"That's good," Ravi said.

"I've become more assertive and I don't take no for an answer. So far, my confidence seems to be working for me."

She thought about for a few seconds then said, "I guess it depends on my mood but sometimes I like the shy ones too."

Lakov assured her, "I'm not shy anymore. In fact, I've been told I'm too pushy and too aggressive."

"I always like aggressive."

His eyes were narrow with lust, "Me too! I love to be open and don't want any restraints during sex. I hate women who act like prudes in bed!"

Ravi smiled sweetly at him, "You don't have to worry, baby. I'm definitely not a prude." His vapors were spewing forth powerfully. His sexual release was going to keep her satisfied for a whole week. She licked her lips in anticipation of the feeding and it turned him on even more.

He was on the verge of losing control so she patted him on the hand urging him to hurry and get them to his place. She didn't want a bout of steamy sex in the cab of a pickup. There were too many things that could go wrong in that scenario. The privacy of a bedroom always allowed her to fully perform, bringing her partners to levels of ecstasy that they had never been before. Their orgasms were very powerful and Ravi was able to drain them fully.

"You just wait," he said gruffly. His voice was thick with desire.

She noticed that they were outside of town in a very rural area. He turned off the main road and drove down a long gravel driveway. In the headlights of the truck, she saw a small white farmhouse. There was a large brown barn behind it and high weeds everywhere.

"This is your house?" Ravi asked, slightly surprised. He didn't seem like the farming type.

Lakov didn't answer. He brought the truck to a stop, put it into park, killed the engine and switched off the headlights. She was surprised how dark the property was.

He hurried to her side of the truck and helped her out and guided her to the front door of the main building. The door was padlocked and he fumbled with the key impatiently. He seemed eager to get her inside. His vapors were going haywire.

As soon as he got the front door open, Lakov tore her handbag from her grip and gave her a really hard shove from behind, "Get your ass in there, whore!"

Ravi stumbled forward into the dark home, almost losing her balance. To her disappointment, she accidentally released a small cry of surprise. She tried to cover it up by saying, "Hey, I don't mind being a little rough but let's not get carried away, baby. Take it slow."

He closed the door then turned on the lights. Ravi had a quick look around. There was a cage in one corner of the room, chained metal shackles on the wall next to her, a flat table with restraints on the other wall and many other bondage style mechanisms. The entire room looked like some sort of torture chamber. She looked at Lakov, "What's all this-?"

He viciously slapped her across the face so hard that she was knocked off her feet. As she sat up, her face blazed with pain and she tasted blood.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" His voice boomed, "You do exactly what I say, when I say it or I will beat the shit out of you! Now get your clothes off! All of them!" His features were twisted into an ugly mask of hatred. He turned and put the padlock on the inside of the door, locking them inside.

She had been wondering why his vapors were so damn high. He was as much of a predator as she was. He hadn't had a victim of his own for some time so his need was probably just as bad as hers was. She could only imagine how many other women he had brought here to be beaten, humiliated then raped. Maybe Lakov was just into S&M and his partners had consented. Ravi was hopeful.

She had put too much effort into this evening to let his overenthusiastic behavior ruin everything. Maybe she could calm him down and still salvage their encounter. She didn't mind letting him carry on his power trip, so long as she got to feed. If he tried to go too far, she could always rip his head off.

Lakov's voice was powerful and laced with the threat of violence, "Are you fucking deaf, bitch? I said take your clothes off! Now!" He loomed over her.

The young man had a lot of practice taking charge of women and controlling them through fear and intimidation. He had been playing this bondage and torture game for several years. He was confident that he was going to get everything he wanted from her whether she consented or not.

Ravi got to her feet and said sincerely, "We can play any games you want to, baby. I just don't usually let anyone tie me up. Not at first, that is." She was giving him her most lustful act but she wasn't sure how convincing she was since her face was beginning to swell and inside of her mouth was bleeding.

Lakov took a step toward her and slammed his fist into her stomach. As she doubled over, he grabbed her by the hair then he struck her even harder across the face with his palm. Ravi was driven down onto the hardwood floor from the blow, stunned at how viciously he was striking her. He wasn't role-playing as she had hoped.

He stood directly over her and his voice was close, "Keep running your mouth, whore! I don't mind beating the shit out of you until you obey me. Whether you want it or not, you're going to strip down, then you are going to let me tie you up. After that, I am going to do every filthy thing to you that I want and you're not only going to take it, you're going to learn to love it!"

The wind had been knocked out of her. Ravi was coughing, her head was spinning and she could hear a ringing in her ears. When she spat out a large amount of blood, she noticed there were a lot of other dried blood stains on the hardwood floor. This room was indeed a chamber of torture.

Lakov continued with his monologue, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, bitch. I prefer the hard way, to tell you the truth. I would like nothing better than to beat the shit out of you, smash up that pretty face of yours! Now what's it gonna be?"

Ravi got to her knees. Blood was running freely from her nose and her mouth. She looked up at him, her hair was hanging over her eyes. She could barely see him through her blood soaked locks but she managed to make eye contact. She grinned excitedly at him.

Lakov's expression of rage faltered for a second. He was thrown off by her behavior.

She thought back to their conversation in the pickup. He had told her earlier that other women accused him of being too aggressive and that he learned not to take no for an answer. Those were the understatements of the year.

Lakov's expression hardened again and his voice boomed, "You want to die, bitch? I will fucking beat you to death! Don't think I won't!"

Ravi knew that her chances were slim but she was desperate to feed. She decided that she would make yet another attempt to salvage this out of control scenario. She was still too dizzy to get up so she stayed in a kneeling position, "I told you,baby, I like aggressive. If this is what it takes to get you off, I'm game."

He was incredulous, "What the fuck?"

"I've come too far," she continued, "We can both get what we want if you can just take it down a couple of notches."

Lakov scowled at her, "You want to do this the hard way? You like me beating on you?"

Ravi felt that her dress was hanging lower than it should be. She looked down and saw that one of the spaghetti straps on her dress had been broken. Shocked, she took up the strap in her hand and studied it closely. Her rage boiled, "Son of a bitch!"

Lakov stared at her in disbelief.

She glared up at him, "You ruined my fucking dress, you asshole!" She angrily borrowed strength, speed and agility from the Demon half of her that was in a stasis deep in the bowels of Hell. Her eyes grew black and solid like two pieces of jade. Her teeth became fangs that were black and translucent.

He must not have noticed the physical changes because he tried to strike her again. Ravi slipped under his arm, grasped his wrist and twisted it hard. Lakov cried out in pain and tried to pull his arm away but she held fast. "We could have had a lot of fun, you and I," Ravi lamented, her voice was deep and menacing, "But you just had to go and tear my dress. I love this dress, motherfucker!"

She reached towards him with her free arm and grabbed his crotch. Lakov wailed in pain as Ravi stood and picked him off the ground by his wrist and his manhood. She tossed him head over heels into the wall and where he collapsed into a heap.

She watched as he slowly got to his feet. Surprisingly, he wasn't done yet. He drew out a rather large knife from a sheath on his belt. His eyes were wild with rage, "You think Judo is going to save you from me, little girl? I live here! We're miles away from the nearest occupied residence. There's no where for you to run and I fucking live here!"

He was trying to maintain control of the situation by acting as though her attack was futile but she wasn't fooled. He was nursing his privates while he barked at her.

Ravi was still confused as to why her demonic features didn't terrify him. Normally, people freaked out when they saw her eyes and fangs. She didn't think the lights were dim enough to hide her deformities from him. Obviously, Lakov did not yet realize exactly what he was up against and his stubbornness only pissed her off further.

His face suddenly became excited. He said, "In fact, I dare you to try and run! I would love to chase you into the night, Rebecca! I'll unlock the door and give you a head start. You can try to run as far as you can! I can find you no matter what. I live here!"

Ravi dusted herself off surprised that he was still trying to intimidate her, "Run?" she chuckled, "I'm not going to run. I'm going to beat you to death, burn your house to the ground and drive away in your truck, you asshole."

Lakov threw his head back and laughed, "You caught me off my guard once so you're acting cocky. Don't think it'll happen again. You see this, little girl?" He turned the knife over in his hands, "I'm going to shave all that pretty hair off your head with this knife. After I leave you bald and bleeding in the cage for a month, you'll beg me to let you out. You'll let me do anything I want to you. Then we'll have fun. Lots of fun, bitch!"

There was something unsettling about him. He wasn't afraid of her but it wasn't just the lack of fear that concerned her. Lakov had a terrible fury in his eyes. There was a haunted rage in them that could only be attributed to some type of possession.

Ravi suspected another Demon was residing within Lakov.

He suddenly slashed at her with the knife but Ravi ducked under the blow and shoved him hard. He was thrown backward ten feet and slammed into the wall yet again. This time the drywall gave way and he punched a large hole into the wall with his body.

Once again his words were starting to make sense, 'I live here.' The Demon within Lakov was challenging her. It was confident because it had not yet realized that she was a Succubus. At any time, it could lend its host superhuman strength and speed equal to hers.

Lakov scrambled out of the damaged wall, dust and bits of plasters falling from him. The back of his head was bleeding badly but he showed no signs of surrender.

Ravi reasoned with the Demon that was possessing him, "You're going to get your vessel killed, Fallen. Why not stop all of this before that happens?"

The Demon either ignored her or couldn't hear her because Lakov was still brandishing the knife.

"I'm going to enjoy making you suffer!" He laughed and then he lunged at her again. His speed caught her by surprise. She barely managed to catch the arm that was holding the knife and they struggled.

Lakov was suddenly just as strong as she was. The residing Demon had bestowed him with superhuman physical traits that matched hers as she had feared. Now her life was actually in danger since Lakov could overpower her. A few lethal jabs with the knife and she would not be able to regenerate fast enough to save herself.

They strained against each other, each trying to get the upper hand.

He took a few steps toward her, using his weight advantage, driving her backward then he managed to turn her back toward the wall. He pressed forward even harder, trying to pin her. She was able to stall him by bracing herself with her legs.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Ravi lost her temper again.

"Fine!" she roared, "You want to fight me, motherfucker? I'll give you a fight!" Once again, she reached down into Hell for her Demon half but this time, she transferred her entire body.

Lakov finally showed fear as he found himself suddenly struggling against an eight foot Demon. Ravi's legs and arms were powerful and her hands were gnarled with thick knuckles. At the end of each finger and thumb were terrible black talons. Her skin was gray like stone but her mane was black as charcoal. There were dark heavy horns that curled from her forehead back over her head and around her ears like the horns of a ram. Her normally dainty feet were replaced by cloven hooves and a long tail swished behind her, rough and hairless like the tail of a rat.

She was nearly twice as strong, agile and fast in full Demon form. She picked up Lakov by his arms so that his feet dangled a foot from the floor. He twisted and kicked with futility, whimpering in fear. Ravi roared at him in fury, her tail lashed back and forth angrily.

Her voice was deep, "Last chance to save your vessel, Fallen. I'll tear his head off if you don't surrender."

The Demon refused to listen.

Lakov stopped trying to escape and the strange fearlessness returned. He kicked her in the ribs as hard as he could.

Ravi had enough, "You son of a bitch!" She clawed Lakov as hard as she could across the head, the force of the blow broke his neck and removed half of his face. He slumped to the floor, gory and lifeless.

Ravi transferred bodies as soon as the threat was gone.

Whatever Demon that had been in control of Lakov should appear now that its vessel was dead. She wondered what sort of Demon would sacrifice the life of a strong young man for nothing. It was a waste to allow vessels to die needlessly. To most Demons who were eternally trapped in Hell, the host was their only connection to the Waking Realm. Once a Demon found a willing person to possess, they usually guarded them jealously, especially against friends and family.

There was a cloud of blackness around Lakov's corpse but there was no other residue from the parasite. Ravi crouched down, sniffing deeply around his wounds, trying to pick up a trace of the Demon that has taken control of his body. All she smelled was blood and urine as Lakov lost control of his bladder.

Ravi was confused. There should have been some sign that the Demon was there at the point of the host's death. Sometimes Demons were actually powerful enough to emerge from their vessels even while the vessel still lived, but she had never encountered a Demon that could vanish from within a host without leaving a trace.

She noticed more old and dried brown blood patterns on the walls, floors and the bondage devices within the room. Lakov had been very violent with his victims. Ravi could practically hear their screams of pain; she had little doubt that a dozen or so women met a horrible demise in this room of torture. Their pitiful corpses were probably buried nearby, possibly on the property.

Ravi shuddered.