Don't Sleep

My Annual Halloween Story!  Yay! Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional.

Rules? Be horrified at feminization gone wrong.

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Mistress Dyvia presents:

Don’t Sleep

By: Mistress Dyvia Nomar Peels

The door opened next to Nomar. He looked up, it was getting late and the two officers stood there. The first one reached in and gripped part of his arm and pulled him out. “Please don't do this," was the only thing that came out of his disparent voice. 

"It's a little late for that,” came the response of the other officer as if it were a crime for him not wanting to sleep. He didn't have any energy left to fight, but they pulled him along, and he walked albeit slowly, but in moments the officers pushed him harder or dragged him. 

They stood in a room until a man in a white coat stepped inside, “well, what exactly seems to be the problem?" 

The first of the two officers spoke, "our boy Nomar, here is a person of interest in an incident. He was taken into custody, and has not cooperated with the investigation." 

“Okay…” the apparent doctor said and then used his hand like it was a gear to suggest they speed things up, “and…" 

“He hasn't slept in 60 hours, and has continued to be a noise complaint when lights were out. When he refused to sleep, the chief told us to bring him here.”

The doctor nodded his head, "all right…" he looked at his notes, “Nomar… why exactly do you want to stay awake so badly?”

"If I sleep, she'll come…” Nomar's manic voice declared with a tremble. 

“Who?" He said with curiosity…

“I don't… you won't believe me… But, she's horrible.”

The doctor looked at the two officers, “ and he's been awake for at least 60 hours?"

The second officer confirmed with the head nod, “yeah, at the very least, who knows how long he was awake before we took him into custody." 

“He seems to be suffering from paranoid delusions…” The doctor off-handidly remarked as he scribbled something into his notepad. Then he looked at Nomar, “you need to get some sleep, you will feel a little bit better in the morning… more clear." He left the room for a moment, and when he returned he had a small cup that had three pills in it, and a second regular sized cup filled with a clear liquid that Nomar assumed was water.

"No! I can't sleep, I'm not ready… I'm not prepared for her." One of the officers held his shoulder firmly, and Nomar kicked out. Not specifically at the doctor, but at the hand that held the green pills. 

Everything happened in a flash, he was on the ground face down. He was struggling, and the two officers held him firmly. 

He heard the doctor say, "hold him, just give me one quick moment.” 

Nomar felt a needle, pierce his buttocks, and a small pressure, almost instantly he felt tunnel vision, "no… she's coming…” and his blue eyes closed and his consciousness fell to the darkness. 

Mara

Mara's big red eyes opened wide and a smile formed across her face. She was very much aware that there were two men holding her down.

It was a man holding her left hand in place, “what the fuck? his arm just got super thin?" 

Mara was very much aware that her wrists were bound by two loose metal bracelets, they pulled apart easily enough when she tugged on them, and when the palms of her hands pressed to the floor she pushed forward and was on her feet in a second. The two men in black with the metal shapes on their chests and the weapons on their belts each were thrown to the sides of the room. 

There was a man in a white coat steering holding some sort of syringe in his hand, "what are you?” He asked, staring at her breasts and her pale white-as-paper skin. Her long flowing black hair danced in the imaginary wind. Her black nails tensed in her fingers as she started to reach forward only to have one of the two men in Black grab her arms. 

She looked annoyed at the first man who tried to hold her. But he did not have the strength to bend her arm the way he was trying, but she reached at him grabbing his neck and pulling him close, "what exactly are you doing? And why are you touching my body?”

“Nomar…” the officer tried to squeeze out of his throat, but struggled with it. 

“Is not here." She squeezed the neck tighter, and with a simple pop, she dropped the man's lifeless body. 

There was a sudden sharp pain in her back between her shoulder blades, and then energy… the energy felt good, but somehow she knew there was something… malicious… about the act.

Her arm reached behind her and grabbed the two metal wires that were stuck to her back and embedded in her skin through a couple of barbs, she turned around and saw the man. He looked absolutely terrified, just the way she loved to see men… anyone really. She tried to use the wires to pull them close, but all she succeeded in doing was dislocating his index finger while pulling his gadget to her hand. 

He reached for another metal weapon on his right waist, but she was already on top of him before he could remove it from its holster. She opened her mouth and her black tongue drooled black goo, and she licked across his lips and his nose… it left a trail of black sludge across the man's face. And she let go of him.

The man seemed to try and take the sludge off his face, but he couldn't. It was stuck there like tar, preventing anything from entering or leaving, even air. He struggled at first by trying to remove the substance from his face, but then he was grasping at his own throat until he finally stopped moving around. 

There was a sound of a door opening, and a woman stuck her head inside, “Doctor, I'm sorry to bother-" her voice stopped as she realized something was wrong in the room. 

Mara turned around and saw a woman peeking her head in the door, confused… probably confused by the initial expression of the doctor's face, and then by the reality that she could not understand the two dead bodies on the floor. 

Before she could scream, Mara was already at the woman, grabbed her by her green scrubs and pulled her in the room closing the door. 

The doctor asked, "what are you?”

Mara smiled at him, “you should have listened to the host." 

She grabbed the man by his necktie, and pulled him in closer, she pressed her lips to his, and her black lips seemed to flow like sand across his mouth and fill him… he struggled, but nothing happened at first, and then his body started to convulse and then shift and contort until his body also became paper white, and feminine… his hair grew out long and black, his nails turned black, his lips and his tongue turned black… he looks so much like Mara except that unlike having red eyes like her, his eyes… well her eyes now, were black, there were no whites of her eyes. There was no Iris nor pupil, and just all pitch black…

“Tell me, who is this woman?" 

The newly made woman looked up, "her name is Danielle. She is a nurse.”

Mara looked the nurse up and down, the nurse was terrified and was backing herself into a corner trying to stay away from the two dead bodies. Her eyes trying not to look at either Mara or the former doctor turned feminine thrall. But Mara also commented, “she is very beautiful. Are you attracted to her?" 

"I am. But I try to be a better person, it would not be professional to act upon such impulses. I would rather be her mentor.”

Mara smiled at that response, "I think he would bring you much joy if you killed her." She paused for a moment and then added, “and then went around the hospital killing as many people as you can before you turn back." 

The thrall giggled, "that would bring me pleasure.”

“Do it." Mara commanded the thrall, and then simply left hearing the scream come from the door behind her as she looked for the exit…

Nomar

Nomar awoke in the woods. There were two dead deer that looked like they had been killed in place in some sort of ceremonial display. Knowing her, it could have been. Knowing her, he wanted to fuck with him when he woke up.

He didn't exactly know where he was, but the sun was out, it had been hours. That was a first. Typically, she would do something that would cause an injury to him, and that would snap him awake. Unfortunately she usually did a lot of horrible things before he got injured… technically before she got injured. 

He looked down, he was naked. He needed clothes. Being in the woods, he was afraid he'd injure his feet, so he was careful. He heard running water and walked towards the sound. He wasn't sure what the best way to get back to civilization would be, but walking down along the stream. Hopefully, he would find something. It didn't take long, and he actually recognized that he was two towns over from his own home. 

Police were probably still looking for him, probably her as well. He stayed in the woods, and followed his way to a familiar church. Outside was a clothing donation box… he tried to find a way to sneak around so he could get in there and find something to wear, and he did.. pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and socks. He hoped to find a pair of sandals, but got even luckier by finding a pair of worn out sneakers that fit him. That's all he needed anyway.

He still stayed inside the tree line as much as he could as he slowly made his way to a friend's place. At least a friend who knew what was going on. 

Nomar knocked on the door, it opened and there was Eric. “Hey, sorry to bother you, I'm in trouble." 

Eric nodded his head in agreement, "you can say that again, the police have already come and gone and left me a number to call if you should contact me.”

Nomar, let out a sigh, "figures. I didn't think it would be safe to go back to my place. And probably less safe once they see what's in my basement. Speaking of which…" 

Eric didn't let Nomar finish the sentence, “yeah. Southeast corner of my parents’ property, there's an old bomb shelter, when you told me about your problem. I did set up a contingency for you a long time ago. Hopefully you can get some sleep.”

"Don't know what I do without you, buddy." They held their hands out like they're going to give a handshake, but instead grabbed each other's forearm and pulled each other into a hug and slapped each other's backs a couple of times.

Nomar certainly didn't want to get Eric in trouble so he said his goodbyes and started walking towards Eric's parents' property. He knew where to go, they were friends since they were kids. He managed to get there without being seen, and slowly walked about 20 ft inside the tree line and walked 5 acres to the hidden bomb shelter. He slowly unscrewed and unlocked the top, trying to stay quiet. He let himself in, and saw the machine. To the uninitiated, it might look almost like a bench for lifting weights, but it was sturdy. And there was a couple of strange devices that held a person's arm in a permanent L-shape. Once the hydraulic press came down, unless the person was willing to rip off their arms to shoulders, they were not getting out without both the proper password, and voice recognition. 

He stayed there for hours. Trying to figure out what his next step would be. Eventually, He started to get tired, He turned on the machine, and laid back into the grooves, it perfectly locked his body in place once he gave the voice command. He tested it, not that he had to… and he closed his eyes, he didn't know if he would sleep or go unconscious but he without a doubt needed to rest…

Mara

Mara’s red eyes opened. She left around, “that motherfucker." She said as she realized her arms were locked in place. She had a lot of strength compared to the average human being, a hell of a lot of strength compared to the average human being. She had a lot of speed, and she had a lot of endurance. But whatever this machine was, it did not budge. 

She remembered the first time that she awoke and the human had tried to restrain her. They were simple handcuffs, but during the transformation, her hands had shrunk, and she simply just pulled her hands through the loop as her hands were smaller than his wrists. Then he tried some thicker metal restraints holding her whole arm in place… she simply ripped them right out of the wall, and her hands were strong enough to pull them off of her arms, and bending and breaking the metal as needed to free herself. 

Every single time he tried to find a more convoluted way to hold her. And she always found a way out until the day she woke up in a contraption like this. The metal below her was lightweight, she could damage that, but the machines at her arms were attached to metal arms into a locked position. Even when her arms shrunk from that of the human's natural shape it still kept her in place. She had a couple inches of room, but never enough to get momentum enough to damage the equipment. There's giant metal rods, hydraulic devices that pressed down holding her in place. 

Inevitably, after hours of frustration, she would fall asleep…

Nomar Peels

… And Nomar's eyes would open. He would speak the command code, and the hydraulic lift immediately. Started to pick up off his arms, and a moment later his self-imposed prison had released him. He was lucky that she couldn't copy his voice, nor did she know his password. 

He stood up, he needed a plan again. He wasn't sure if he would be continued to be considered wanted. He had food and water in here for a while. They went to Eric, they'd probably go to his parents as well, but would anybody mention anything about this place? He wasn't sure.

He still needed to find a way to stop this from happening, every time he went to sleep for years now. He managed to walk her away when he slept with this device. But before that his best chance was to go out to the middle of nowhere and sleep. Hoping that she wouldn't be able to get to anyone in time. The first couple of times were horrific. You tried not to think about that. 

The only advantage was that when he slept, it didn't take a lot to put her back under and bring him back… it was like sleepwalking. Somebody did something or she hurt herself, he would wake up and she would be gone. But this last time, they drugged him, whatever that stuff that they put in his ass was, it knocked him out for hours. He was all over the news. Dead bodies everywhere. What could he do? He couldn't show his face anywhere. Until the moment it hit him…

It was Halloween. 

He could wear a disguise, it wouldn't get him in trouble. He went through the vest and found a black pair of pants, and a couple of black shirts. He put the long sleeve shirt on, using a pair of scissors, he cut up the smaller one, and soon he was a ninja. He took a walk, and started going to the downtown area. There were lots of kids in costumes as well as parents, given the horrible things that had happened hours earlier, that surprised him. He walked into a store, and there were some toy swords. He bought a couple, making a joke with the cashier that his kids would kill him if he showed up as a ninja without swords. 

He strapped them to his back and continued down the road. He walked into a little convenience store that also functioned as a pharmacy, he walked to the OTC section with his basket in hand, he bought a number of medications that didn't require prescriptions. Caffeine pills, as well as modafinil, pitolisant, and solriamfetol. You got a couple of interesting looks from the workers, but nobody said anything. He also swung by and picked up some cola, and some energy drinks… and then made his way to the cashier. The conversation was brief and polite as he paid with cash, thanked her and started to leave. 

Even though he was dressed as a ninja, he paid with cash and on his way out, things happened. Two police cars with lights pulled into the parking lot. He started to leave and take a turn until one called out to him, he tried to ignore the first call, and then a second one much louder and more aggressive told him to stop. He just dropped the bag and started running, he was running as fast as he could, he wasn't sure how well he would be at overrunning the police but he couldn't take the chance of them putting him unconscious again. 

He was almost at the tree line when somebody grabbed his legs and pulled him to the ground. He smashed his jaw against the ground and there was definitely blood. “I'm sorry, I can't risk her coming out again!" He squirmed his way away from the police officer and made it about two steps and another one was on top of them. They warned him not to fight back, but he couldn't risk her coming out, and then something hit his head…

Mara

Mara's eyes opened. Well, something certainly went wrong for poor Nomar, as far as she could tell. She hasn't woken up this quickly after a change in a long time. 

"What the fuck?” One of the men said, "this is a woman, I could have sworn that she was a guy. The guy!”

"Look lady, I told you not to run and you did.”

“I didn't… Nomar did. And you did something to knock him out… thank you.” She pushed herself up, knocking both of the police officers to the ground. One was up faster than expected, and she reached her middle and ring fingers inside of his mouth and her thumb reached under his chin, she got a good grip and pulled his jaw off of his face and watched the blood pour down. And with a kick, she launched him 50 ft into the woods. 

The other police officer grabbed a device on his collar bone and screamed, "Officer Down! Officer down!” The man was pointing a gun at her, screaming for her to get down on the ground. He pulled a trigger, and there was a dissatisfying sensation in her shoulder. Her black-as-pitch blood trickled down her shoulder, she pressed her finger inside and felt a similar dissatisfying sensation… but it made her smile… she looked back at the officer, "I love it when a man knows how to put things inside of me, in such naughty ways.”

She walked closer, her wounds healed by the time she walked to him… wounds because he shot her more… But they didn't even slow her down… she grabbed his shirt and pushed him into the ground, holding him on his back. A single hand lightly pressed against his chest. May as well been a car sitting on top of him, he could not move. 

"Look into my eyes.” she demanded, and he did, he looked in fear into her eyes, “that's it, I have you. You are mine, now. Say it!”

The fear in his face drained and it soon became expressionless, “I am yours." 

“Good… now feel the arousal, I am the most beautiful goddess you have ever seen. You crave me. You would do anything for me. You will always obey me.”

The lack of expression changed on his face to something inspired by awe. “ You are the most beautiful goddess I've ever seen. I crave you. I would do anything for you. I will always obey you." 

She took advantage.  Some time later. She was aware of those sirens coming closer, there were more police.

And then there was the explosive sound. It was similar to the one that caused a pain in her shoulder. She looked up finally undistracted. She un-straddled herself from the corpse below her that she used for pleasuring herself. She turned to face several police officers with those little black projectile weapons in their hands… she smiled. 

“Put your hands on your head, interlock your fingers… take three steps away from the body, backwards!”

She giggled at them, but started to comply, an idea of amusement crossed her evil mind. Two of the officers took her and bent her over the hood of a car, and she giggled as they checked her for anything. Anything. All she had was this very simple white dress; no shoes. No socks. Purse no pockets. Nice and simple.

She turned her head and looked at one of the officers, “did you know the average human can have up to 300 million sperm in one ejaculation?" 

"Lady, your best bet is shutting your mouth right now.”

“But this is important.”

"Lady…" another officer warned. 

“300 million sperm trying to impregnate me… what happens if I let it happen?” she spread her legs, and pushed… 

A moment later that was a screaming sound from between her legs, the police officers jumped back… “is that a baby?”

Mara, giggled at that thought, if only… and a ball-like sack dropped from between her legs and started ripping itself open. In fact it did look a little bit like a baby, more like the cherubs from mythology, but with bat-like wings and vicious fangs, its wings spread wide and it attacked the police officer biting at its neck in ripping and slashing… 

The other officers backed away in terror…

Mara turned around to face the officers, they all still had their weapons drawn, through as well over two dozen of them surrounding her, their guns trained on her but all of them looking at the thing attacking their comrade. 

“That's one used up… 299,999,999 left…” She spread her legs again and pushed,  a pouch of black goo dropped to the ground again, it opened itself up and instead of a sherub with wings, it had claws and wolf-like hind legs… it charged a group of police officers as it jumped on one, it exploded, bone shards and blood spraying across the police killing at least four near the one that it was attacking… “did you know that sperm can stay alive inside of a woman for up to 5 days?" 

Nomar Peels

Nomar's eyes opened with a start. He didn't know where he was, he was covered in darkness. He reached out and found walls completely around him. Was he in a coffin? No he was on a stone floor, it was more like a closet. "Hello?” He asked tentatively not knowing what to ask next. 

“Hold on just a minute." A masculine voice responded. 

A moment later there were the sounds of a locking mechanism, and then the wall pulled back. "Who are you?”

“The community knows me as Father Conroy. A priest for the Roman Catholic church.”

"I'm sorry Padre, I don't know how I ended up here, but I'm not a believer in Catholicism." 

"Nor am I.”

Now Nomar was a little confused, “but you just said you are a priest." 

He laughed as he responded to Nomar, "not exactly what I said, but the truth is I belong to an order that hunts the things that you can turn into. Part of what we do is infiltrate religious organizations, we know what to do, we know what to say, and we usually honor their beliefs, while helping those who are like you." 

“Is there a way to help me?" Nomar asked hopefully. 

"Honestly, I don't know. I'll need to find a way to talk to her, you would not believe what I had to do to trick her into that room… it's reinforced enough so that she couldn't get out that easily." He'll let out a sigh, "I'm just not sure if I can find a way to restrain her enough to interrogate her." 

Nomar smiled, “I might have a way…”

Vaughn Dotson

Vaugn drove his car into the parking lot of the condo association. There were two police cars already there, and he held up his badge to be allowed through the yellow tape. There were no bodies here, but there was an investigation. He went up to building 2A, and found a couple other police officers already outside the door. 

He entered cautiously after putting on a pair of blue nitrile gloves And a mask. He started looking around, the suspect was a man named Nolan Peels, and this was his apartment. The master bedroom had no bed, but was full of notebooks, textbooks, printouts from the internet… he had no television. The second bedroom had some weight lifting equipment and nothing else. The bathroom was clean, meticulously so. The kitchen was just as spartan as the rest of the condo. 

“Vaughn." A voice came from behind him. He automatically recognized it as his mentor. 

"Ashlocke.” He addressed the detective. 

The man started looking around. “ Definitely an odd home, what do you make of it, Vaughn?”

“I wouldn't even know where to begin. It's unlike any other home I've seen for a person who might be a serial killer." 

Ashlocke lifted an eyebrow, "mass murder if what is to believe from last night. But you are correct. This is very unusual..” he started looking around, stopping in each room, not even entering but just looking. 

He turned back to  Vaughn, “we might be dealing with something supernatural.”

"Why would you say that?”  Vaughn asked. Never believing to hear his mentor make such a bold statement.

"First, there were no survivors, and any electronic surveillance was shut off just before the deaths started. Second, this is his home, there's evidence that he has stayed here for days at a time, there is no bed. But if you look in that room over there, there's a sophisticated weight machine, with hydraulic presses… it is voice activated, and it has a pillow… it is documented that he is afraid of sleeping… he probably locks himself in that, and then goes to sleep. Third, the master bedroom has no bed, but if you look at the books, their books about how to stay awake, in Legends, mythology of creatures relating to sleep disorders in ancient cultures… hypnos, Morpheus, Nattmara, And so forth.”

Vaughn looked perplexed, "you can't really believe that there's something supernatural that's infected this suspect, do you? Something that controls him while he's unconscious?" 

“He was afraid to be put to sleep according to the notes that the doctor wrote. He didn't want to hurt anybody. He locks himself up at night when he needs to sleep. And keeps himself awake for extended periods of time using drugs and other things.”

"How do you know he's using drugs to stay awake?" 

The detective smiled, “you didn't look in the bathroom trash did you?" 

"No sir, I did not.”

“When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." Ashlock Colmes said to his protege…

“Then what do we do now?" 

"We track. The game is afoot my dear, Dotson.”

 To be Continued?

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