Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2018 15:16:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: John Bromfield <dash10uk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Night School

Night School
John Bromfield >dash10uk@yahoo.com

It was not my idea to go evening classes. The company I work for decided
that if the staff were educated to a higher standard the production figures
would go up. I sat behind Brian Baxter 6ft something with a body of a
quarterback. Me a 10 stone weakling could disappear easy behind him. I
could have asleep and no one would notice.

I woke suddenly with my pen still in my hand. Hello I see a stranger. The
paper in front of me had writing on it and not by my fare hand. It was a
clear piece of paper before I had a snooze.

It was written very badly and decided that when I get home I would workout
what it said.  "Class this the end of the lesson. I hope you found the
lesson very constructive" oh yes very I am going to go home and dream about
product streaming. Who ever designed these useless courses is now a rich
person.

I took the night bus home and sat in front of two teenager lovers who were
in their own little world and had not noticed me. It was better then
sitting in front of a drunk who may want to empty their stomach over my
shoulder.

Got back the apartment and made a large mug of coffee. My, did I want
this. Pressed the answer phone "Your windows operating system is not work
properly please press 5 for an operator" I think not buddy. "This is Ian
here. Did you leave your umbrella behind. I seem to have gain some after
the dinner party. I will keep them on the side till you come again, Byeee"
Yes they are mine Ian I will phone you tomorrow. Then there was a click
"You have not read my letter I wrote to you this evening. Sorry about the
handwriting it was not easy to write" End of messages. Well better have a
look at it.

I put the table light on so I could see it in the spotlight. "This a
message from the past you are of lineage of a great wizard. He encoded a
message that is written below" it was a simple code but not meant to be
understood by others. A=1 B=2 C=3

"Come to the land of St Margaret and sprinkle the sacred water round her
bower naked at midnight on midsummer's eve" "You shall say arise the one
who was lost arise" That's it odd messages indeed.

Right Computer search "St Margaret" millions of replies. Ok It said
sprinkle water try put "well" in the search. Yes "St Margaret Well and
bower" location? Preston St Margaret. We are making progress that village
is 9 miles east of this town. June 21st is a few weeks away.  That gives me
all the time to research this place. The town library had very little about
the village but had a fine map of the area. Had a photocopy made of it and
on the Saturday took the bus as it was just off the main bus route. A
pretty thatched cottage village and a church on a small knoll. There was an
Inn "The Last Drop" it was not the busiest public house I have been in
before and I ordered a beer. I ask the barman about what knew about this
well? "Well legend has it, it was a place of witches and even to this day
folk don't go there after dark.  Why did want to know?" as his eyes
narrowed.  "I'm looking at holy wells of these parts and their legends" I
lied but it seemed to calm him down. "Just a friendly warning to just look
at it before sunset and leave well alone". Clearly I was going to get
nothing from these people. Drank my warm and cloudy beer and left. Into the
sunlight I examined the map. Go to the centre of the village take the
footpath the signpost said 1 mile to Overcombe. That was strange as
Overcombe is not on the map and it should be.

It was a fine summer's day and the birds were singing. The path was easy to
follow with a tall hedge on one side and the open fields which were bare
stubble as the harvest had filled the silos and straw in the barns. I
walked on further to see a worn metal sign that read "Historic site of St
Margaret's Well and Bower" I crossed the style into a green field
surrounded with trees. There was a silence. The bower was an earth bank
that stood only 3ft tall and 6 ft wide.  There were two entrances running
due east and west. The centre was a strange stone that covered part of the
well. The water bubbled and then disappeared under ground. Where the water
gathered was an old cup. I decided not to use it and used my hand to scope
some water to drink it. On drinking the water I had the feeling of being
watched. Well there was nothing more to be gain by staying here so I made
my way out the field. To my surprise there stood the barman "Found it
then?"

"Yes" I replied "Is there a problem?" there was a little sharpness in my
replies, as I don't like being followed.

"Oh no just seeing you didn't get lost. People do in this area you know" I
turned and left the man standing there.

There were no other strange things to report

On the 20th at night school I drifted of to awake suddenly. Someone had
written something on my paper. "You have been told to be there tonight. Do
not fail me or I will bring trouble into your life. Be there"

That sounded a bit threatening and what kind of trouble?

I took the last night bus out of town and was dropped off a mile from the
village. The moon was full but reaching the village not one house was
showing a light and not even the Inn.  Found the sign but hard to read in
this light just Overcombe. Without realising it I had timed my route. It
would take 35 minutes to reach my destination. There was no breeze or
sounds the only sound was my walking boots giving a crunch crunch of boots
walking on stubble. On arrival at the field I saw it bathed in silver
light. I checked my watch 5 minutes to spare. I take my clothes off and
place them in a neat pile. On getting to the well I picked up the cup all
covered with moss and lichen. Clearly this cup has not been used for a long
time. I fill it from the well and walk over to the circular bank and get on
it. Check watch 2 minutes to go. Right remember those words "Arise the one
who was lost arise". The church clock starts to clime the hour. I now start
pouring the water as I walk along the bank saying the words over and
over. Once I reach the entrances I would return to the well to fill the cup
again. Three times I circled the well and then a red glow appeared from the
well and the ground began to shake and found myself on the floor of the
bower. In front of me stood a large dark red man with horns. He was naked
and walked to me. "Thankyou for giving me my freedom it was your ancestors
who imprisoned me here so it could only be you that could make me
free. Come here" something happened as if I was lifted off the ground and
put down in front of him.  "You have only undone half the spell. Kneel and
take my seed. Now" my knees buckle and I am presented with this man or
things cock. It is thin and very long. I open my mouth and the cock is hot
and he pushes it down my throat. "Good boy Oh yes I am loving this its been
so long. Here it come my beauty Ah yes yes Yes feel that cum filling you up
Ha Ha Ha" he voice was of a deep bass "Good boy you have pleased me greatly
this night now I am going to please you" he removed his cock from my mouth
leaving a bitter sour taste.

"Show me your ass boy" I turn and he inserts his tongue in my rosebud. It
is hot as goes in further I moan oh yes "See I can give you pleasure you
are my Seed Carrier. Now feel my cock" at which point he shoves his cock
into me and he start licking my neck. "There nearly there yes just a few
more inches and I will be fully inside you. That's it Good Boy its all
inside you now and time to pump that wicked seed I am going to love giving
you this. Ahh yes my precious this is beyond belief Oh yes my beauty take
my gift" He was giving me too so much pleasure too. I could feel his hot
seed pumpin into me and him licking my neck and he bite me with his razor
sharp teeth but not hard but enough for me to bleed. "Yum, boy you taste
good. Thankyou" He then disappeared but the red glow remained around the
well. I thought I'm getting out of here now. When I tried to leave there
was an invisible barrier that felt like marshmallow. I probed it and found
it was possible to make a hole in it. I made a 2ft hole a crawled
through. I had made it I have escaped. I gathered my clothes and ran and on
reaching the safety of the fields I needed a shit because I was so full of
demon cum. After I put my boots on and ran. Behind me I saw a fire the
straw stubble was burning. The well area was like a red searchlight
pointing up to the skies. I was running and arrived at the signpost it had
said "Overcombe" now said "Overcome is now Undone"

The barman was there "What the fuck have you done?"

"You never told me what was at the well so how was I to know" I spat out
the words

"We were told to keep the secret the whole village were told" the barman
replied

"Well the secret is no secret now is it and because of that he is free"

There were tears in his eyes now "No please don't say this"

"It is true and now I am getting the hell out of here" I turned and ran at
safe distance I put my clothes on used my mobile to order taxi to get. me
home.

On reaching home I had a hot shower oh I needed this. I dried myself in a
warm towel. The answer phone had one message " Thankyou Seed Carrier sleep
well I shall visit you again at midnight" Oh dear, I thought I was going to
be free of him, wrong.

The day went quickly bye but I didn't feel hungry or thirsty all day or
when I returned home.

Its that demon cum that's hanging about that is the problem.

The doorbell rings I open the door and there is no one there so I said
"Demon come in" I close the door and turn and there he is "Thankyou for
inviting me in"

"What do you want Demon?" sometimes it is easier to cut the crap and get
down to business.

"You are my Seed Carrier I must have a human that holds my seed. That bond
holds me on this earth. My seed has a time limit so I must have you topped
up every night. Shall we start?"

Now the story books always show ugly demons. Well mine is not. I kneel and
out open my mouth and his cock slides easy down "Thankyou my Bearer of my
seed Oh yes here it is oh such wicked joy yes oh yes" and my stomach
expands to fullness.

"Now Bearer show me your ass. My what a beautiful site oh yes my tongue
must have another taste of this ass" as his tongue licks my ass I moan.

"Oh yes my pretty one mmmm lovely my own bitter feast" he drives his tongue
deeper I spread my cheeks to give him greater access.

"So willing I never expected that. Now my cock will fill ass with my wicked
joy" my ass was all relaxed so his cock sipped in easily. "Ah yes oh yes my
beauty feel me inside you pumpin that seed" he licks my neck "Yes oh
please" lost in pleasure of the moment

"Take it, here it comes Ha, Ha, yes yes yes oh so wicked it feels so good
oh yes take it all.  Good boy" he holds his cock deep inside till every
drop of joy is planted. Then removes it.

"Seed Bearer I have a present for you" always be suspicious when demon
offers you a present.

There on the table was a little black man. "What does he do?" I asked

"He feeds on my cum but only drinks a little of it" before I knew what was
happening the demon pushed the man up my ass so only the soles of his feet
could be seen. "This is your demon butt plug. No seed will escape now and
your body will feed on my old seed. Now rub his feet" Oh fuck that's
amazing as I tickle his feet he dances inside Oh yes. "Demon I need to cum"
I plead "Give in to your desires let it go" as the demon rubs the feet of
the little man he kisses me and I feel his hot breath. I am cumming aaaaah
no no no "Yes cum for me give me your desires, we are one enjoy this moment
as we have eternity" Black cum spurts from my cock oh yes yes "Oh Demon I
surrender to you" as he raps his strong arms around me I know he is going
to look after me.

Sorry I missed out about the village, The next day in the local newspaper
there was a report of a nasty fire that destroyed the whole of a
picturesque village of Preston St Margaret. It seems sad also that there
were no survivors. Only the church seemed to have been spared but will
probably be sold now and converted into apartments

Notes: An ancient barrier is the Threshold, Mormons, JW's or any other
religious groups or demons cannot pass unless invited. Once invited in they
will always be able to come in.

Combe: Old English word for a small valley

Bower: a sacred area that can be a circle of stones or banks or trees

Names of places or people are made-up names so don't go and try to look
them up.

Yes I have been on those stupid courses while the bosses are on the golf
course

It is the time of year for giving and nifty is one of those sites that need
money to continue please give if you able.

There are no guarantees that a demon will fuck you every night and they are
not normally friendly unless they want something you have