CHAPTER 47

Several other cars were leaving all at once, superimposed over each other. It would make the most sense to hop in one of them and go, thus leaving the demon behind.

It made the most sense, so she needed to do the opposite. Focusing again on the older versions of herself, she caught sight of a twenty year old Beth sneaking onto the front porch, her eyes looking up and down the street. A brown package had been placed on the doorstep, and she grabbed it and took it into the house.

Beth watched herself run up to her bedroom and heard the door click shut. She knew exactly what was about to happen, and ran up the stairs. She pushed open the door to her room to see herself slowly opening the box, a look of hungry anticipation on her face.

Her first couple of years in college had involved sharing a room with Julianna Price, one of the biggest prudes she had ever met. Beth had ordered a dildo online called the Devil's Knot, and had it delivered to her parents house over winter break. She had been afraid her parents would see the package, and had watched out her bedroom window for the delivery truck for almost ten hours to make sure she grabbed it.

This was it, the memory she needed. Oliver was expecting her to hide, but she was going to do it in plain sight. Everything about what she was going to do seemed absolutely insane, which made it the perfect choice. It was a lateral move, and she hoped the demon couldn't predict it.

She stepped into the memory, and her clothing changed to a pair of flannel pajamas with bears wearing scarves on them. The Devil's Knot was clutched tightly in her hands, and she marveled at how thick it felt. In the middle of the large red dildo was a knot roughly the size of her fist, a knot that had gotten her off almost every time she came home for a visit until she got her first apartment.

It had been the first in her collection, but she had parted with it long ago when it had developed some cracks in the rubber. It had been an early lesson in dildo maintenance, and a costly one for a college student who was usually short on spending money.

A chill settled over the house, and the world buzzed again. Downstairs, the front door slammed open.

"Lucy, I'm home!" Oliver's voice resonated through the house.

Beth cleared her mind, letting the memory carry her away. She had used cash that she had saved on the side to buy a gift card to purchase the Devil's Knot. She had first seen it in an article about unusual sex toys, and had quickly become the sole focus of her attention. Back in her dorm room, she had three different vibrators hidden away, but they could no longer touch the itch that the Knot had created for her.

It had a suction cup, but she worried that the wooden floor would become stained by the amount of lube she would pour over it. The last thing she needed was to explain the magic sex circle that would inevitable appear in her room, so she carried it into the bathroom and searched for a suitable place to put it.

She considered the bathroom counter, but imagined what would happen if she slipped and fell. Which one of her parents would bust into her bathroom to find her ass in the air and the Knot dangling from her pussy? Would she clench up, causing the Knot to become fixed in place, thus requiring an emergency room trip?

Nope. Not the counter. Her bathtub had a wide rim, and the floor would probably work. However, the floor was very cold, and she was more than a little scared of the Knot itself. She wanted to have more control over the situation, to take it one step at a time.

Below, she heard furniture being tossed about, and Oliver growled.

She decided on mounting it vertically on the rim of the tub. With a little squirt of water, she stuck it on the porcelain surface and appraised it with a grin.

"Ah, fuck." She had forgotten to wash it first. Pulling it off was difficult, but once she did, a little bit of soap and water put her mind at ease, and she reattached it, then grabbed the free sample of lube that had come with it.

The process was clinical, but she covered the whole thing in lube, her hands expanding around the thick part, causing her stomach to tighten. This was really going to happen; she was actually going to try to fit this thing inside of her.

Should she go completely naked? Or would it make more sense to keep something on in case her parents came to check on her? There were so many ways this could go wrong, and each one ended in some form of abject humiliation.

A door below her squeaked, and she recognized it as the door to the basement. Growing up, she had been convinced that some form of evil lived down there, but when she was older, she learned that most of her monsters were just the old furnace kicking on and breathing life into the house.

The basement was somewhere she never would have hidden, and the fact that she could hear Oliver clomping down the stairs while monologuing meant that he was trying to outguess her. She couldn't make out what he was saying, but could hear him scratching at the walls as he descended.