Harvey and the Pretty Girl - Part 2

A continuation of Harvey and the pretty girl. There is a rape scene here, sorry.

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Harvey found himself, or rather, herself, lying naked on the carpet. She felt sticky, like she'd had slugs crawling all over her. She sat up and looked around, there was no one else in the room at the moment, but that could change at any moment. Harvey wondered where Sandra had gone, but just thinking about her for a split second started pushing Harvey into a panic attack. It also gave Harvey a weird feeling that she was in the wrong body as her nipples got hard and her lower regions got warm and moist and tingly.

'I should be getting a hard-on in my proper body!' Harvey thought to herself. The confusion that this line of thought created as her body reacted to the thought of stiff penises in a way that Harvey had never imagined reacting before was disturbing.

Harvey got to her feet as gracefully as she could manage with unexpected bits moving and jiggling in ways that she had not imagined before. Looking around, she saw a ladies coat at the other side of the room draped over the back of a chair. She recognised it as one of Sandra's, but 'beggars can't be choosers' she thought to herself as she quickly slipped it on and tried to make sure it covered all the important bits.

She didn't have any clue how she would explain herself if she was found in the office. She clearly couldn't claim to be Harvey, and she wasn't dressed to be the new temp or anything. Plus, she really didn't want to be here when or if Sandra returned. Harvey looked round for her keys and wallet, but they had vanished along with the pants that they were in.

Harvey shrugged to herself and slipped out of the door and down the back stairs. When she got to the car park she looked longingly at her (his?) car, but she realised that she didn't have the first clue how to break into it, or how to 'hotwire' it even if he could open the door.

She gingerly walked down the road with bare feet on smooth pavement, but she felt every inch as if it was sandpaper on sensitive skin. She got a few hundred yards from the office and realised, not only was she not sure where to go but there was nowhere she knew of that was within the limited distance she could walk in bare feet. She looked around wondering whether to give up completely and slide into a full on mental breakdown and sob her lungs out on the sidewalk, when she noticed a bar that she and Thomas sometimes drank at during lunch breaks. Maybe Thomas was there? Maybe Thomas could help her?

When she walked in the bar many of the patrons turned to look at her. Seeing her reflection in the mirror behind the bar she could understand why. The thin coat did little to disguise the fact that she was naked underneath it and she looked like a short blonde curvy teenage wet dream. Even with no makeup and an expression that suggested she was off her meds and terrified, she was turning herself on. Not good.

She caught sight of Thomas and started walking towards him. As she got closer it was beginning to register that this was maybe not the best idea. The look Thomas was giving her was a strange mix of bravado, contempt and desperation.

"Thomas! Am I glad to see you! I'm having the weirdest day. You're not going to believe it, but it's me, Harvey!" Harvey said.

"Pull the other one, sweetheart!" Thomas replied, "You're going to have to try harder than that. You don't look anything like him!"

"It was that bitch, Sandra! She did this to me and then she vanished. I woke up like this, naked on the floor of the office." Harvey said, fighting back tears of anger and frustration.

Thomas seemed to soften his stance a bit at her obvious distress. "There, there" he said, trying to be conciliatory but just sounding condescending. He reached to pat Harvey's hand in a clumsy way. Harvey was shocked by the discomfort the feel of Thomas's flesh caused. It wasn't like getting burned, exactly. It felt more like Harvey imagined handling radioactive material would feel. Harvey pulled her hand back with a shudder.

Thomas said "Don't be like that! Don't be a tease like all those other bitches!"

Harvey stammered from the pain and fear "Y-you don't understand, S-sandra did something to me. It h-hurt when you touched me!"

Thomas thought for a moment, then he said "Maybe a few beers will help?"

Harvey thought that was Thomas's answer to everything, 'maybe another beer will help'. 'Still', she thought to herself, 'I deserve a beer after the day I've had, especially if Thomas is buying!' "Sure, if you're buying. My wallet disappeared with my penis" Harvey said, her voice tinged with bitterness.

Thomas gulped at that thought, and headed off to the bar keeper to get the drinks. Harvey climbed up onto a stool next to the table and shuddered as her naked backside came into contact with the wood of the stool seat, sticky from spilled beer. She lifted herself up by the armrests and struggled to get a layer of the coat's fabric between the wood and her ass, but the coat was too short. The best she could do was tuck a flap part-way under her. It struck Harvey that she must be flashing the patrons of the bar like she was Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. She slammed her knees together. What was most disturbing about that thought was that it didn't feel as humiliating as she thought it should. In another context she might feel proud of this body.

Thomas arrived with the beers and Harvey grabbed hers and took a big gulp. She struggled to keep it down as her smaller body was less able to deal with the gas released as she gulped and she ended up belching in an un-ladylike way. She sipped at her beer after that, but it went down quickly and her thoughts started to slow as the beer took effect. Even allowing for her smaller body and reduced tolerance for alcohol it seemed like a disproportionately large effect.
Realisation hit, with a surge of adrenaline that allowed her to slur out "You roofied me! You c…", and then blackness.

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Harvey woke to a world of pain. She was naked in a grubby bed with a dark shape on top of her and it felt like he was ramming a red hot fire extinguisher into places that she didn't have a few hours ago! Every touch burned her flesh. She screamed and panicked and thrashed around but Thomas just laughed and held her down as he grunted and pumped his semen into her.

To Harvey, it felt like a gallon of molten metal burning its way through her tenderest flesh. She wished it was a nightmare and she could wake up. She wished that she could pass out and end the pain and humiliation. But instead, the familiar paralysis of the curse returned and she was left with tears leaking down her cheeks as Thomas tried to get himself hard again and her body felt such pain that she thought she should be able to smell her flesh smouldering. She couldn't make a sound or move.

Then there was a noise, or, more accurately, two noises, or several noises but two events. The first event sounded a little like the ripping sound you got when you tore raw flesh apart, then there was a sound like wind howling far away that seemed to sing an unearthly melody. Then there was a slithering splat sound, like someone had tipped a lorry load of wet squid onto Thomas' bedroom carpet.

Harvey couldn't really tell what was happening, but thankfully Thomas stopped trying to force his limp penis back into her abused vagina.

Thomas said "Who the?... I mean WHAT the fuck are..", then there was a thud and it sounded as though Thomas' body had fallen on the floor from the bed.

Harvey heard Sandra's voice, both through his ears and, weirdly, echoing inside his head. "Harvey, I'm sorry, no one deserves this and I know it's partly my fault. I can make it better, but it will tie you closer to me than either of us want. But I don't know another way to…"

Harvey interrupted her with a cry of pain and rage in her head "KILL ME! Make it STOP! Oh my god, the PAIN!"

Sandra said "I'll make the pain stop, but there's a cost, I'm afraid." She sighed and Harvey felt human-seeming lips kiss his forehead.

Then the pain transformed from burning agony to soothing warmth. Harvey felt filled with energy and joy. Her body tingled with vitality and, just when she thought she would cum, or explode or something she felt the excess energy leave her body and flow into Sandra. She wasn't sure how she knew it was Sandra but she could feel a link to her, she could sense her presence in the back of his mind…

'Yes,' came Sandra's voice, silently intruding in Harvey's mind, 'we are linked now, for eternity'. There was a rueful undertone to the thought and an acceptance that this was inevitable. 'I made you this way and the greater powers have agreed that you are my responsibility now, for better or worse' Sandra's voice said.

"What did you do to me this time?" Harvey asked.

"Well, male energy will trigger your curse and kill you. I can't dismantle that curse, it's an instinctive thing. But I can add another energy matrix that will convert male energy into demon energy and feed it to me, siphoning it off from your body". Sandra said.

“Was any part of that English?” Harvey asked. She thought for a moment and asked, “Why can’t this ‘energy matrix’ convert male energy to female energy?”

“Oh… I never thought of that…” Sandra said, “I guess we demons have some blindspots that you humans just skip straight past. Plus, it would be like converting antimatter to matter without any intervening steps and might cause your head to explode! Trust me, this is easier and safer for you, all the bad things end up coming to me”.

“Ah, sarcasm, right… I guess I deserve that. Why do I feel so good?” Harvey asked.

“You feel good?” Sandra asked.

“Real good” Harvey purred.

“Ha. Well, before the matrix siphons the demon energy to me it uses just enough to fix any outstanding damage you might have, then the excess is shunted to me. I can use it, but you… well, let’s just say the results could be unpredictable if you had a sudden excess of demon energy” said Sandra.

“And we already know what a sudden excess of unmanaged male energy does to me!” Harvey said “Where’s…?” Harvey sat up and looked around, Thomas’ slumped body lay beside the bed, his eye was already starting to bruise and he had a number of other marks that looked like he had been simultaneously punched, strangled, had the suckers of an octopus make round marks on his arm and his clothing burned off with acid and frozen with dry ice.

“What the hell happened to him?” Harvey asked.

“He pissed me off” Sandra said as she shrugged “I don’t like rapists”.

Harvey stood up, walked over to him and lined up a kick to the crotch. She clearly thought for a moment and then she lay down on the floor next to him, snuggled into the curve of his body like they were spooning.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Sandra asked.

"Oh! I'm not wearing boots or shoes and I might dislocate a toe if I kick him as hard as he deserves…" Harvey said as she smashed her elbow into Thomas' crotch with all the force she could possibly muster, "...but I read somewhere that the elbow is the hardest part of the human body you can hit someone with!" She gave a big smile and as she got to her feet she noticed with satisfaction that, even though he was unconscious, Thomas' breathing was wheezing now. Harvey started looking for some clothes.

"Careful" said Sandra "with that demon energy in your system… you are better off as a lust demon/human hybrid than a vengeance demon!"

"Really? Why is that?" Harvey asked.

"We have better dental," Sandra said, absolutely straight-faced.