She had decided long ago that she would never let a man possess her, own her, she would never marry. The whole thing made her think of being caged, lo...ked away, contained. No, that simply would never do for her, she would live a care free life where she answered to noone. She would soar in her job and would make magnificent works of art. The thought of her phallus sculpture suddenly crossed her mind and she shuddered.That night, the dream once again changed. Her demon is telling her what he. It is the main story from which the others are branched so things could be a little confusing (and surprises ruined) if it is skipped over. For those of you who read Prom, welcome back! This series deals with the two months of Rachel’s life that led up to where Prom began. It will hopefully provide you with some background for why certain events occurred and why Rachel may have acted in ways that she did. Overall it takes on a bit of a darker and less whimsical tone, but if you read the whole. “Now get in the bedroom and get undressed,” He said. I did as he said. A few minutes later he came in, completely naked and carrying a tube of lubricant. It was at that moment I fully realized what was about to happen. “Get on the end of the bed and lay back and put your legs in the air," he said. I did, and while I was on my back with my legs in the air, he began applying lubricant to my asshole. Then he applied a generous amount of lubricant to his hard cock. “You’re not going to fuck me with. I immediately got started looking around. I go into the parlor and above the mantel is a portrait of a woman who looks almost exactly like me. There is a flash of memory of posing for the painting for the man that I loved and becoming stiff from standing there so long. I figured that my imagination is running away again. That is when I decide to explore the attic before it is too late and I lose my nerve. There was all kinds of antiques stored in the attic. I found a trunk full of vintage.