by Morgan Hawke
The maiden cried out and twisted. Nickos grabbed one thrashing leg and Andre the other, holding her fast.
Cassandra leaned over her and gripped the maiden’s shoulder in a clawed hand, breast to full breast, cunt to cunt, pinning her body beneath Cassandra’s, the pulsing cock a threatening, heated weight pressed between their bellies.
“This is probably going to hurt, my sweet.” Cassandra could feel a strange feral hunger boiling in her gut at the thought of causing pain. She squashed the thought, but the hunger remained.
The maiden burst into violent gasping tears. “No, please don’t!”
“I understand.” Cassandra smoothed the hair from the maiden’s sweating brow tenderly. “I know what you’re going through. I was once a virgin myself, where you are now,” she said soothingly to the frightened girl. “Trust me,” she felt herself smile with all her sharp teeth as the demonic manifestation made its presence known. “You’re going to love it when I’m through,” Cassandra’s voice growled with power.
Cassandra took possession of the maid’s soft pink lips and kissed her, muffling the maiden’s protesting cries and her own troubled thoughts with her agile tongue. With one hand she firmly pressed the head of her new cock against the slippery entrance to the maiden’s body as the gypsies held her secure in their grasp. Resolutely she pushed against the tight opening, inserting the head between the tight muscles that guarded her entrance. Then she shoved with her hips. Cassandra’s slid her cock partway into the struggling maiden, stopping when she felt the maidenhead barrier against the tip of her cock.
Damn! Now I know why all those guys were in such a hurry to get in my cunt! This feels too damn good! Cassandra was panting to thrust in and bury herself.
It wouldn’t take much power to extend this cock, make it bigger, longer, sharper… to impale… to kill… The thought of fucking her to death swam in a tempting red wave through her mind, like warm blood. Cassandra froze as she felt the subtle heat of the demonic presence moving seductively through her thoughts, and her body.
Whoa! Hey, that is so not what I’m trying to do here! She jerked her mind back from the edge and clamped down mentally; getting a tighter grip on her thoughts and on the power. She could feel the heated chuckle of the presence as it slid back, allowing her to resist its dark temptations. Man, that was just a little too close, Cassandra gritted her teeth as she mentally shook herself.
Holding herself very still, she deepened her kiss, concentrating, using her tongue to calm the terrified girl, and herself. She took a tender breast into her palm and pulled lightly on the nipple. The maiden shuddered under her and Cassandra felt her tender pussy dampen and contract then relax around Cassandra’s engorged cock.
Cassandra gripped the maiden’s shoulder tighter as she continued to kiss her. Then she bucked, lunging in hard, breaking the resistance to the maiden’s womb and possessing her utterly. The maiden’s cries were lost in Cassandra’s mouth as Cassandra’s cock sundered her maidenhead.
The heat and slippery tightness wrapped Cassandra’s man-flesh to the root. Gulping, Cassandra pulled back, breaking the kiss and lunged in again, wrapped in extreme pleasure. Nipples rubbed against nipples as she lunged in, muscular, demonic belly to soft rounded belly. Then she lunged again, then again and again.
The maiden’s cries of protest fell on deaf ears, as Cassandra got lost in the moist, gripping pleasure of fucking. She moved a hand to take hold of the maiden’s ass, angling just right until she could feel herself rubbing against something particularly delicious deep inside the maiden’s cunt.
Cassandra’s pleasure invoked an answering heat from her demonic presence. Excitement and infernal power washed from Cassandra’s skin. Her wings began to beat as she strove to drive herself deeper and deeper into the maiden’s body. Her tail lashed about as pleasure began to peak. She barely noticed as the maiden’s cries turned to moans of brutal pleasure as the power began forcing her toward an echoing orgasm. The maiden’s hips rose against Cassandra’s.
“You like being fucked, don’t you?” whispered Cassandra, panting as she pumped herself into the maiden’s body. “You want to be fucked, don’t you?” she pressed as she thrust herself in and in and in. “Don’t you?” she insisted.
“Yes!” moaned the straining girl beneath her, “God, yes!”
“Say it!” hissed Cassandra as she deliberately slowed her rhythm. “Say it!’ she growled.
“I like being fucked,” whimpered the golden maiden. She raised her hips in a voluptuous roll, rising against Cassandra’s strokes.
“Say it louder, my sweet, the men can’t hear you,” insisted Cassandra. “Tell me to fuck you and I’ll give you pleasure like none you have ever known.”
“I like being fucked!” she wailed. “I want to be fucked. Fuck me!” she screamed.
Cassandra fell atop her, redoubling her strokes, rolling into them, breast-to-breast, her pubic bone grinding against the maiden’s tender clit. She could feel the walls of the maiden’s cunt grabbing and squeezing her cock, pulling, milking. The maiden’s hips lifted, hammering back against Cassandra’s powerful strokes.
A blaze of shuddering heat washed over Cassandra. She buried herself as deep as she could go and she found herself rigid with brutal carnal rapture. As the roiling burn of her climax clawed through her, the volcanic pleasure of liquid sliding through her straining cock and exploding into the waiting shuddering body was rapturous. She pulled away, then slid back in to prolong the intense feelings. Then again...
The maiden shrieked and shuddered hard as Cassandra’s demonic orgasm slammed into her and through her, forcing the maiden to crest and fall into a vicious ecstasy of her own.
Rising to her knees, Cassandra looked up to see the three Gypsies gripping their own iron-hard erections in their fists, their eyes agleam with hunger.
And nobody’s dead, or even really hurt. She wiped the sweat and tousled scarlet hair from her face and smiled. Using her wings for balance, she arose, none-too-steadily, and backed away. Her cock was still semi-hard, and baptized in the maiden’s virginal blood. Smears of blood decorated the maiden’s trembling thighs and the pillow beneath her.
Her demonic presence shifted letting her feel its enjoyment, its pleasure at the sight of the scarlet stains.
Cassandra hoped it would be satisfied with that. That was all the blood she wanted to spill. Let’s just hope I can keep it that way.
Chapter Nine:
Finishing Touches
Damn, what a rush! Cassandra fanned her gigantic wings to cool her fevered skin. “That was one hell of a fuck,” she panted breathlessly as she stumbled over to the throne to sit. The demonic presence moving under her skin agreed. It had enjoyed the ride immensely.
Andre hurriedly took Cassandra’s place between the despoiled maiden’s thighs.
“Wait, I have another idea,” Cassandra called out, as inspiration struck yet again. “Andre, turn over on your back and have her riding you.”
Andre dropped onto the pillows then rolled over onto his back. Balthazar and Nickos lifted the exhausted, freshly fucked maiden. They lowered her face down onto Andre, who pulled her unresisting thighs over his. With a grip on her plump ass, he shoved into her cum-slick pussy in one stroke, moaning in gratification.
“Yes, “ said Cassandra. “Now, Balthazar, don’t you think it’s time to show her how to suck a man’s cock?”
Balthazar grinned nastily behind his luxurious mustache and kneeling took up a position at her head. His cock was huge and very rigid. As Andre flexed his ass and thrust up into her body, Balthazar lifted her head by her damp golden hair then slid his cock into the maiden’s panting, moaning mouth.
“Keep it gentle, boys,” she reminded them. Balthazar flashed her a look of resentment, then changed his hold on the maiden’s hair. Cassandra felt a dark shift in her mind.
“Suck it, my precious,” growled the huge gypsy. “Suck it hard.” He got up on his knees and slid himself against her tongue. He stroked
slowly, encouraging the maiden to take him as deeply as she could. Balthazar moaned long and hard as the maiden took him willingly if not eagerly. Her throat opened and his balls pressed against her drooling chin.
“Nickos, I have something very special in mind for you.” Cassandra came out of the chair then guided the smallest gypsy between the straining thighs of Andre and the groaning maiden. With her own hand, Cassandra slathered the thick oil onto Nickos’s long, slender cock. “She has one more virgin hole left to exploit, my dear boy, and I want you to do it.”
Nickos licked his lips, eyes agleam with ravenous expectancy. He bent over the straining couple then delicately parted the maiden’s plump ass-cheeks. He rubbed a greased finger against the small brown rose he found.
“Gently,” reminded Cassandra.
The maiden moaned around Balthazar’s saliva-slicked shaft as Andre slammed his hard cock into her dripping pussy. Her brown bum-hole relaxed as the maiden surrendered to the multiple pleasures. Nickos’s finger slipped into the opening rose, and he greased inside her back passage, pumping progressively deeper into her virgin ass. He pulled his finger out, then gradually drove two greased fingers into her and pumped them in and out.
The maiden began to shudder with urgency.
“Quickly, Nickos,” Andre gasped. “We’re almost there.”
Nickos repositioned, pulling his fingers from her tight ass. Gripping himself firmly, he pressed himself against the well-oiled tiny wrinkled rose. There was a moment of tension, then it opened. Nickos sank himself slowly, slowly in. The maiden shuddered from the invasion but was held immobile between Andre and Balthazar. Nickos sank to his balls, then slowly began to pump, gaining speed until he was fucking her ass in time with Andre’s slapping strokes in her dripping pussy and Balthazar’s thrusts down her throat.
Together all three began fucking in rhythm with each other. Balthazar slid into her sucking throat, then Andre drove himself into her quivering wet pussy, then Nickos pushed into her tight bowels between her trembling, clenching ass cheeks. All three men began moaning as their crisis quickly became imminent. Beneath them all, the maiden shuddered from the combined pressures and pleasures of the three straining men.
The maiden began to wail around Balthazar’s cock. She worked herself against Andre and Nickos, fucking them back as their cocks rubbed against each other, separated by only a thin wall of her flesh. Andre shifted a hand and pulled on her hardened nipples. They fucked harder and harder, racing toward ecstasy. Sweat gleamed on all four bodies. Moans and grunts punctuated by wet slaps of flesh against wet flesh filled the echoing darkness.
The maiden shuddered and rocked as brutal pleasure slammed her over the edge.
Balthazar howled as his cum geysered out, pouring down her throat and dripped from her lips.
Andre’s hoarse voice cried out as he went rigid from beneath. He grabbed the maiden’s hips and buried himself as far as he could go, rising up on his heels to pour his cum into the maiden’s all-too-willing flesh.
Nickos panting shouts joined the chorus as he fell atop them, burying himself in the maiden’s straining ass to the balls and pumped his cum into her virginal bowels.
All four fell apart amongst the pillows in sated bliss.
“Now isn’t that a pretty picture?” Cassandra asked the demonic presence. “There is just one more little detail to wrap up…”
“I must admit,” it responded after a moment of contemplation. “It was indeed entertaining, but don’t you want her to suffer just a little more? Have just a little more pain? See little more – blood?”
Cassandra fought to keep a hold on herself as the power washed her mind in splashes of red, painting a gruesome picture full of sated, unholy hungers. She gripped the arms of the chair, her claws digging deep furrows in the wood. She felt the power growing and stretching, preparing to take over and make the ravenous red dream a reality.
“Look at it this way,” Cassandra offered as she panted under the deliciously tempting onslaught. “We can make her suffer, really suffer for a few hours or we can do it my way and make her suffering and humiliation go on for years.” She felt it hesitate and consider her plans. It receded back; its appetites unsatisfied but the idea of years of suffering mollifying it somewhat.
Cassandra sighed in relief as she rose from the throne. Let’s get this over with quick – before it changes my mind for me! She closed in on the sleeping maiden with a languid and somehow terrified laugh.
* * * *
Cassandra materialized in a theatrical flash of flame and smoke by a massive fireplace in a dark enshrouded library. She stood in all her winged, tailed glory and sporting a fresh hard-on. In her arms, she held the unconscious, naked, cum-spattered body of the maidenly Monsignor.
The startled Magister Chevalier le Duc was seated in a huge wooden throne of a chair. Carefully he put the black tome he had apparently been reading on a table by his side.
“I have a gift for you,” Cassandra announced in her power-deepened voice. Gently she knelt, placing the golden maid on the expensive rug at the Magister’s feet. The flames gleamed on the maiden’s cum-slicked creamy skin and golden hair.
“She’s beautiful. Who is she?” The Magister asked in hushed, fearful tones.
“Once upon a time, she was called: The Holy Inquisitor, Monsignor Casca Renaldo Cervantes of the Holy Order of the Dominicans.”
The Magister’s breath hissed in. “My God, how…?” he dropped to his knees before the delicate sleeping girl.
“My orders were to take the Monsignor’s virginity then deliver him to my Infernal Master. Her virginity I have taken, twice, actually, and you are my Infernal Master here in Paris, so…”
The maiden awoke to see the Magister leaning over her. “You…” she whispered.
“Now, she is merely a despoiled girl,” Cassandra continued, “with no family, no future and no name but what you give her. Will you take her?” Cassandra intoned. “I guess you could call this my way of wrapping up loose ends. A finishing touch.”
“No!” the maiden cried out. She sat up and twisted around to look at demonic Cassandra, then back at the far more human Magister.
“Consider her a present,” smiled a sweating Cassandra. Hurry, hurry, she mentally urged the Magister. She could feel a measure of impatience from her demonic roommate. She had to get out of here before the power did something she couldn’t stop.
“Very well, I shall,” the Magister, answered. “I’ll take her.” There was a calculating gleam in his black gaze as he stared into her frightened blue eyes.
“No! You can’t leave me with him!” the maiden whimpered.
“Good, but I should warn you, she has been thoroughly debauched and she loved every second of it. You’ll have to watch her or she’ll be fucking everything, including the dogs, next,” she finished with a flourish and a bow. The demonic presence liked that image.
Calmly the Magister began to disrobe.
Sniffing, Cassandra suddenly realized that she could smell burning matches. Sulfur? she thought curiously. The world decided to take that very moment to go away. There was a whoosh and she was falling. Everything suddenly went very weird.
Epilogue
Toronto, Canada in winter.
Modern day…
"You transformed a Holy Spanish Inquisitor into a girl?” Marco asked dumbfounded as Cassandra soaked in the frothing Jacuzzi in his lap. His black curls hung over his naked shoulder as he sipped champagne, acting as her backrest in the marble tub while she bathed.
“And then I conjured a cock and took her virginity again! After that I called on the three Gypsies…” Cassandra waxed enthusiastic as she went into glorious exquisite detail about the four-way gang-bang.
“Oh, and then I dropped her off with the Magister. He doesn’t have a decent pretty girl in his household. I figured that technically, he was my Infernal Master in Paris.”
“Apparently, since you’re here, that fulfilled your contract good enough for our Mas
ter. Not bad,” Marco congratulated her. “ And nobody died or was even dismembered. Not bad at all!” He whistled in appreciation. “Sounds like it was a close call with the demon, though.”
“It was. Very, very close.” Cassandra reflected on the overwhelming power and its red hunger for carnage. “Thank the Infernal One, I’m back to my normal self. It was fun, but it was getting kinda hard to control my roommate towards the end.”
“Got to watch those demons,” Marco smiled, then pressed a kiss on her damp temple. “They do that. They like taking advantage of people—especially their hosts.”
“You wouldn’t believe what I had to do to trick that Inquisitor into fucking me— “
“Speaking of taking advantage and fucking—” He shifted under her haunches.
She felt the unmistakable hardness of his erection. Without asking, he lifted her in his lap, centered her and pulled her down, spearing her with one thrust. She gasped as he filled her. Marco’s arms closed around her and lifted her enough to thrust upwards into her moist channel.
“Satan’s ass, I missed your dick...” she gasped out as his thrusts pounded up into her.
“I should hope so,” he growled and thrust harder.
Water rushed over the sides of the hot tub and spilled onto the floor as they continued, growing more frantic in their motions and louder in their gasps and moans until at last, both were satisfied.
Marco rose from the tub then turned and handed Cassandra a black towel He smiled appreciatively as he helped her out of the deep tub. “Well that should tide me over at least for a bit.”
“It wasn’t as if I was gone all that long—” Cassandra tilted her head to one side. “It’s still the same day I left... Isn’t it?”
Marco pursed his lips as he handed her a red silk robe. “You were gone maybe an hour?”
