I can see them. I know their plan. I know how to beat them. And I will... for it has been written in the sands that I alone shall be victorious. There. There is one of them. Look beyond the firm breasts which ride proudly upon her chest. Don’t even consider the gentle swaying hips, nor the warm supple strength of her thighs. See what I see, and know true fear. Or there. See that one? She doesn’t look like much, but that is how she wants you to see her. Too fat you say? Indeed... fat off of the souls she has feasted upon. How many have thought that they were stalking some female who could be used as a temporary sperm dump, only to find themselves eaten alive? I wonder. Look into those soft, innocent eyes. An illusion of the highest caliber. Yet I am not easily fooled. Not now... not ever. I know their plan, and I will crush them beneath my heel. Still see nothing? Then follow me. I shall show you a sight guaranteed to fill your nights with terror. It begins here... See that young lady dressed in denim too tight for her full figured hips? Yes... the one with the dyed hair. Notice how she walks around the people gathered to enjoy themselves, looking as innocent as possible. Now watch... here he comes. Look into his eyes. See the questions forming there? Now, the moment she see him... THERE! She has twisted his mind, forcing him to become attracted to her. He may have only wanted to get to know her a little better. Perhaps he wanted a friend. Too bad he will cease to be after one night with her. Take a good look at her lips. Notice their odd motion? She’s talking to his soul, caressing it tenderly... before tearing off chunks of it for her meal. She is one of them, a general by the way she manipulates him so well. Smell the air. Go past the cigarette smoke... beyond the funk of beer and hard booze. That is not the scent of love... not even the funk of lust. That’s the odor of her true form. Putrid... rotting flesh in the middle of an Alabama summer. Remember it well. See how she touches him tenderly? It’s a lie. Everything she does... everything THEY do.. is one big lie. And he believes it. It’s not his fault; she has control over his mind, soul and body. There was nothing he could have done once she locked gazes with him. Shall we follow them? NO? Well... we are going to. You must see. There must be more who know the truth. Notice how he lacks even the pretense of control. All he wants... or thinks he wants... is to fuck her. That is her will he feels. He is little more than an organic dildo. Watch as her hands slide over his body. She’s judging him as one would a side of beef. She does not care that he will soon be less than nothing. All that matters to her is tasting his soul as it slides down her tongue. Now here is the interesting part. See how she wilts beneath his touch, and notice the power within his eyes? He thinks that he as control over her and himself. Pitiful; he has nothing. And soo he will cease to exist. I can tell by the glint in your eyes that you fancy their actions. You wish that you were there? Don’t lie to me! Watch them and learn the truth. Ah… now I understand. You cannot see past the forms which they wear. To your eyes, they are women. They are the warmth which wraps around your naked body, helping it to dry the sweat from your sexually exhausted form. They bear your childern into this world. They kiss you good night. Foolish notions all; they devour everything within their sight. See? See how she drops to her knees before him? I know what thoughts flow through the murky depths of his mind. He wonders if she knows how to suck cock. He does not know that his seed shall fall upon the lips and tongue of evil incarnate. See how he caresses her hair? A command from her and he will do anything… say anything… feel anything. Can you feel his longing to bury his manhood within her sex? All he feels and thinks and knows are but shadows she allows him to experience. I can tell by the look in your eyes that you sense somethin is not quite right. The beginning of understanding; you will know and understand much more. What you sense is the shifting control. He is losing more and more of himself to her. Ah… I was right. She is a general; only they know enough to stop just as a man is about to spill his seed. They have the control over their own dark greed. Now look into his eyes. I see you are aware of the animalistic glare there. All men have it; some just supress it better than others. Those are the ones that they seek, believeing that their seed will bring forth stronger childern. Shield your eyes. Quick! That burst of light was Reason. He wanted to wear a condom. Because it was no more than a burst, I know that she was well prepared for its arrival, and has snuffed it out. His only hope… gone like a sudden spring thunderstorm. What’s that I see in your eyes? Could it be that you are finally able to see the truth of the matter? Even as he plunges his cock into the slime fill cunt before him, I can see that you truly understand. You see how he fucks her without caring… longing only to free himself from the wrong prison: orgasmic need. See how he pulls her nipples? That’s her will… but you know this. But I have had enough of this; let us be off. There is much more for you to see young one. Much more. Him? Don’t worry. He’ll fuck her until exhaustionclaims his body… then she will claim what is rightfully hers.