The Haunted Dildo
It was Halloween night, and Mia, the part-time worker at the sex shop „Womanizer“ in Berlin was not in the mood. Her coworkers had all mysteriously called in „sick,“ leaving her to cover the late shift.
They were probably out at Halloween parties, while she was stuck here, surrounded by shelves full of vibrators in all colours and shapes.
Mia looked at her smartphone, swiping through Tinder, checking out what the Berlin male world had to offer. Her boyfriend had recently left her because, as he said, he wasn’t ready to commit to a relationship.
He was also a frequent guest at KitKat, Berghain, and Insomnia. He could party much longer than he could last in bed. Often, he would fall asleep after 3 unsatisfying minutes, snoring like a walrus, while Mia wondered if the should use one of the vibrating plastic pleasure penisses from the shop for adding the satisfaction she missed so much.
Mia heard an odd noise coming from the back room. She paused, frowning.
„What the hell was that?“ she muttered under her breath.
Curiosity got the better of her, so she made her way to the storage room. As she opened the door, a cold draft swept through the air, even though the heating was on. In the corner of the room, a huge wooden box sat, catching her eye. She didn’t remember ever seeing it before.
“Exclusive! The Demon Dildo: For Nights That Never End!” the label boasted in bold golden letters. Mia snorted. „Seriously?“
Shaking her head, she opened the box, which felt kind of old and valuable, revealing a sleek, shimmering red dildo, embedded in black silk. It looked like a pice of art, but also kind of strange—like it was almost glowing. She was about to put it back when she heard a deep, rumbling voice that made her freeze in place.
“At last… I am free!”
Mia blinked and looked around. “What the—?”
The voice chuckled, and to her horror—or maybe fascination—the dildo floated out of her hands and hovered in midair.
„After centuries trapped in this form, someone has finally touched me again.”
Mia took a step back. „Okay, what kind of joke is this? A talking dildo?“
„I am no mere toy!“ the object boomed, spinning slightly. „I am Bel’Dickius, the demon of lust and desire. Cursed to live in this form by a vengeful witch long ago.“
Mia stared, dumbfounded. „Bel’Dickius? You’ve got to be kidding me.
“I am serious! I was once a powerful demon, feared and revered. But now… I need your help to break the curse.”
Mia crossed her arms, eyes narrowed. „Okay, let’s say I believe you. What exactly do you need from me?“
The demon dildo drifted closer, lowering its voice. “To break my curse, you must … use me. Fully embrace the pleasure I offer, and you will free me from this imprisonment.”
Mia raised an eyebrow. „So, you want me to use you? As in… you know… use you?“
“Precisely,“ Bel’Dickius said, his voice oozing confidence. „It’s the only way to release my true form.”
Mia stared at him—or it—for a long moment. Part of her wanted to laugh this off as some ridiculous prank. But another part of her was intrigued. What if there was some truth to it? And besides… why not have a little fun? It was Halloween, after all.
“Fine,” she said finally, her lips curling into a smirk. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Some time later, the room felt charged, like the air itself was humming with energy. Mia lay back, breathless, her body still tingling from the intensity of the experience. Whatever this demon was, it certainly wasn’t bluffing.
Suddenly, the dildo floated up again, spinning faster and faster until it became a blur of light. The room filled with a deep, rumbling laugh as the toy glowed brighter, its form expanding and twisting. Mia sat up, eyes wide, as the shimmering light exploded into a swirling vortex of shadows and fire.
From the vortex stepped Bel’Dickius, his demonic form tall, muscular, and—well, honestly, kind of impressive. His skin was a deep red, horns curling elegantly from his forehead, and his eyes glowed with an otherworldly light. He was every bit the imposing demon he had claimed to be.
Bel’Dickius stretched his arms and looked down at Mia with a satisfied smirk. “You have done it. I am in my natural form again!”
Mia blinked, still processing what had just happened. “Okay, so… now what? You take over the world or something?”
The demon laughed, a deep, throaty sound. “No, no. I have no interest in world domination. My powers are tied to passion, not destruction.”
Mia raised an eyebrow, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.
Bel’Dickius looked her over thoughtfully.
“Since you freed me, I owe you a favor. Anything you desire, I can grant it. Riches, power, pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.”
Mia paused, considering her options. She could ask for anything.
She said:
„How about a decent boyfriend? A cool guy who will commit to a relationship with me? A guy who is not into polyamory? Who doesn’t visit KitKat, Berghain, and Insomnia? Who has some skills in making love that fulfill my desires? A guy I can introduce to my parents at the Sunday coffee table as a potential future son-in-law?“
The demons forehead wrinkled. He scratched his head in confusion. He said:
„Girl, you’re here in Berlin. Be realistic. Your wish is beyond even my powers. How about a dragon you can ride? Or a highway across the Atlantic to New York? That would be doable. But a faithful man in this city of sin, no.‘
Mia sighed.
‚I have to go now,‘ said the demon. ‚Many lonely women are waiting for my services. But you can call me in any full moon night by saying the name BelDickius three times.'“
And with that, the demon disappeared into the shadows, leaving Mia alone in the dimly lit storage room, still catching her breath.
She shook her head, a bemused smile tugging at her lips. “Weirdest Halloween ever.”
With a shrug, she returned to the front of the shop. The shop was quiet again, as if nothing had happened. She took her smartphone and swiped through Tinder.
Sometimes, the strangest things really do come out on Halloween.
— The End —
(c) 2024 by Mister Magic