The army of demons soon closed in, as they climbed over her, crowding first her pussy and then climbing up to her mountainous breasts. Rose looked down breathlessly, she could see them now as they ripped at her top, tearing in to her bra, hungry to see her tits while their brethren feasted on her sweet pussy juice. Rose knew she should not be giving these hellish creatures what they wanted, she knew that feeding them with her lust would only allow them to grow stronger but the way that their slithering tongues caressed her body, the way that they filled every desire she had before she knew that she even had it…she had to give in. Rose felt a chill creep up her spine as her pleasure grew and the hard concrete pressed against her back.
“You belong to usssssss.” The creatures hissed in unison. Rose wasn't sure which of the creatures had spoken or which direction the hissing voice had come from but as she lay with her legs spread wide open and her clitoris throbbing she would have given her soul to the devil himself. She could feel her pleasure building, the most intense pleasure she had ever felt. Inside her pussy she felt as though she were stuffed full, hundreds of demons stuffed inside her, crammed inside her tight musty snatch as they fought to be the one to make her cum.
"Make her cum!" One of the creatures balanced on too of her perky nipple shouted as he watched those down below hard at work. Those teasing her below responded with jeering and hissing, exciting each other like a rowdy football crowd and as the excitement level kicked up they began clawing at her pussy even harder. Rose could feel their tiny claws and their undulating serpent tongues as they massaged her snatch from the inside, doing all they could to be the one creature to make her cum as they worked together. She twisted her body wildly on the basement floor, even their scratches brought her such pleasure, pleasure she had never known, the type of pleasure she knew would cost her.
“Fuck herrrrrrrr…” A deep voice came booming from the passage from where the hundreds of small demons had appeared. Rose jumped, startled by the sound, the deep, booming voice that echoed around the room and yet and could not release herself from her pleasure. She gripped at the floor with her fingernails, writhing, moaning, begging for release, unaware of the tall hooded figure who was now watching the show from the portal of the passage in the basement.
"Masssssterrrrrr!" The demons scurried, hissing at the hooded figure. They all moved to Rose’s pussy and one by one they stuffed themselves inside Rose’s already stuffed full snatch. She was already so full and as each of the newer demons stuffed themselves inside her Rose felt her tight pussy beginning to stretch wide.
“Oh my God!” She screamed, her mouth opening wide as she threw back her head in ecstasy.
“My dear, your God cannot help you now.” The hooded creature from the passageway spoke with its deep and thunderous voice, it's tone tinged with a smile as it watched Rose writhing on the concrete floor. Her pussy was stuffer full of demons, demons intent of making her cum, intent of bringing her over to the dark side and doing it with the most incredible orgasm she had ever had.
Rose closed her eyes. She could hear the whooshing of the passage that lay in front of her. She could hear the suckling of her dripping wet pussy as the demons fought to stay stuffed inside her while they sucked at her with their puckered red lips, clawed her with their slender fingers and lapped at her wet tangy pussy juice with their slithering serpent tongues. It was as though she could feel each and every mouth that teased her, each lap of their hungry tongues as though she were being teased by hundreds of hungry mouths at once. She could hear her blood rushing through her veins. The small demon that straddled her clitoris leaned down once more and flickered his tongue over her silky clitoris, lapping her softly, hungrily until Rose found herself on the brink.
"Do you give yourself to me?" The tall shadow with the hood stepped forward from the passage and made itself apparent to Rose as she lay spread eagled on the floor. She looked up at him, her eyes hazy from pleasure, her body hungering for the ecstasy she was about to feel. Her breath was coming fast and she would have done anything for that release, anything, so she nodded. “Speak, pretty one. Give your soul to me and I will allow you the release that you desire.” Rose could feel the demon on her clitoris, it's soft tongue barely touching her, teasing her, daring her to cum. Do it, it dared her, pushing her further, daring her to rebel. The tall hooded figure fixed her with a stare. “Answer me!”
“Yes!” Rose wasn't entirely sure what it was that she was agreeing to other than the right to cum and that is precisely what she got. As she spoke the single word she felt her entire body shudder. Every single demon that was possessing her body once again became hungry for her, licking, teasing, touching, scratching and it was only seconds before Rose once again found herself back at her orgasms peak. “Oh…my…God!” She screamed at the top of her lungs as her toes curled and her entire body began to shudder.
As the throes of pleasure began to ripple through her, Rose became oblivious to the darkness that began to engulf the room. Her body bucked, her muscles contracted and she milked every second of pleasure out of the most intense orgasm she had ever had. But as her body began to settle and Rose finally lay still, allowing her tired eyes to crack open as her breath began to slow, she saw nothing but the darkness. The concrete underneath her seemed to have fallen away and no longer could she feel the small demonic creatures on her body. In fact, the more she looked around in the darkness, the more she tried to feel around her, the less she could find out about exactly where she was.
“H…hello?” There was silence. Not the type of silence that a winter night of snowfall brings, but the type of silence that comes with a power outage in an abandoned town in the middle of Halloween night. “Hello?” Her voice seemed to echo in the darkness and as it did, Rose knew that she was no longer in her basement. The air around her felt open yet musty and her voice echoed as if it could go on forever. As she felt the ground around her she felt bark, damp musty bark that seemed to have little solidarity to it and made her afraid to stand in case it should fall away from her.
The longer Rose waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, the more that she found that they didn't and the more disturbing she found it. The darkness seemed to envelop her. All around her she felt nothing but emptiness. “Hello? Are you here?” She felt weak, her post-orgasm body aching and tired and the rush of fear taking from her all the strength she had left. She found herself unable to stand up, unable to move. “I gave you my soul, I gave you what you asked…where are you?” Her plea was met once again with silence. She felt her heart beginning to pound as the reality of her isolation set in. “God damnit! I gave you what you wanted!” She could feel tears welling in her eyes and she clutched down at the ground, taking handfuls of the thick damp bark between her fingers, “just answer me!”
“You gave me what you wanted to give.” The hollow voice echoed from above her. There was no figure to accompany it this time and no light, no passage, no tunnel, no demons…just the disembodied voice of the thing that had allowed her the most incredible orgasm of her life.
“I gave you what you asked for!” The laugh came again, louder, more maniacal, more heartless as tears began streaming down Rose’s face.
“You traded your soul for sex with my demons and now your soul belongs to me. This is the price you pay. This is what you get when you make a deal with the devil.” The laugh began again only this time it turned in to a roar that became so deafening that Rose had to reach up and cover her ears. In the darkness she felt a cool wind beginning to whip around her, small pieces of the damp mulch that she had been clutching at now whipped against her skin. “This is your eternity, this is where you will wait, forever in anticipation of your next visit from my creatures. Don't worry my child, they will come for you…but just you remember how many others have given their soul for the pleasure that you received tonight. Until you reach the front of the line once more you will wait here, in the darkness, in solitude, with no company but the bark where you sit and the darkness that surr
ounds you.” As the voice stopped, the air around her stilled and Rose wiped at the tear stains on her face while the damp bark fell to the ground. What had she done? What had she given up for just one moment of pleasure? Her eyes scanned the darkness once again for any sign of light or life…nothing.
It had been exactly thirteen years, thirteen days and thirteen hours that Rose had sat, in the darkness when she heard the scrabbling of tiny claws around her. She could hear them all moving together as one like an army on a mission. She heard their voices hissing and was reminded of a memory from long ago, a memory that she had held on to, a memory that she had teased her own pussy to so many times over the last thirteen years…but today, it was her turn again. Today was her chance to receive her gift for giving up her mortal soul.
The End
Gryphon Girls
I was always different in my sexual habits, I lost my virginity to a boy a few years older than me when I was thirteen and I'll just say, I loved every second. From the pain when his cock broke my hymen, to his nervousness at being with such a young girl. As first times went it wasn't too bad, we'd fooled around before, he would rub my clit sending thrills of delight through my young teenage body and I sucked his cock, bearing down hard when he was about to come and swallowing every drop.
I'm twenty three now and I still love come. There's something just...dirty and taboo about girls who love come. I like the taste, of course, but it's the different textures which interest me, some guys have thick semen, like clotted cream, it's almost thick enough to hold a shape. Other men have watery spunk which dribbles all over my tits and chin if I want them to give me a facial.
To begin with, I had boyfriends and as time moved on, I even moved in with some of them, but I quickly got bored with the routine of sex. The passion seemed to dwindle after only a few months and I would end up putting in masses of effort trying to get my man to fuck me senseless only to be told 'no'.
What's the point of that? I'd rather be with a hundred different partners who worship my body and can't resist using it, than one man who can't be bothered to touch me. Why's that so wrong?
And it's not like I'm spreading disease either, I absolutely, one hundred percent insist on using condoms, alongside which, I've got one of those implant thingies in my arm which mean I can't get pregnant. (A good side effect of that is I don't have any periods, leaving me free to fuck all the time.)
I suppose the only downside to being as free and easy as I am when it comes to sex is I get bored easily, what gets me hot and sweaty, begging for a good fucking, one day is completely uninteresting to me on another. It's what's led me to explore the absolute edges of my sexual and sensual being.
I began experimenting with sex when I was in a relationship with a man called Greg. Things had been going well with him, we'd been together for about six months, living together for two and our sex life was as active as it could be unless we gave up work.
He was one of the few men I've ever met who could keep up with me, and the needs I've got, virile, manly and horny at a second's notice. At the height of it we were screwing three times a day, morning (I love a 'good morning' fuck), evening (obviously) and most days Greg would pop in for a midday quickie.
I work from home so it was ideal then, Greg had a delivery job which took him all over the place but most days he would turn up, (his boss had no idea!) stride up to where I was and just have me, no matter what I was doing. I was in the middle of a call to a client once, (believe it or not I illustrate children's books) it didn't make any difference to Greg, he grabbed me from behind and bent me over my office chair. Dragging his nails up the back of my legs until he found my damp cunt. (I never bothered with underwear during those days as more often than not he'd rip it off me, and it got expensive)
I was still speaking to the prestigious author who was in the middle of writing a series, and would I like to do the artwork? When Greg smashed his fully hard cock deep inside me. Even though I knew what was coming, I had to bite my lip so I didn't cry out as he fucked me with such speed and force I couldn't think straight. He gripped my hips and smashed his pelvis against my ass cheeks with such force it made an audible slap.
It was such a turn on for him to drive home just so he could use my tight cunt to get himself off, I came faster than I ever had and he jerked through his own orgasm, filling my abused hole with his hot come.
He left without saying a word, leaving me with his semen dripping from my pussy and still on the phone to the author. To this day I don't think she has a clue I was getting fucked, doggy-fashion, while I was talking to her.
I got the contract and called one of my close girl friends, Kaylee. I told her what had happened and she agreed it was a huge turn on. I told her the plan I'd come up with and she agreed t help me at once.
A couple of hours later, we were back in my bedroom and I got Kaylee to tie my hands together with soft rope which she threaded through a hoop we had to install in the roof beam. I was already dressed in a full body, latex suit which clung to me like a second skin. Needless to say there were holes which my nipples poked through and another slit to access my pussy and asshole.
Next she got something called a spreader bar which held my legs apart at the ankles. I wore a latex mask which covered my face, except for mouth and eye, holes and once Kaylee had tied me up I was completely helpless.
My friend spread out the other things we had bought on our expedition on the bed and looked critically at the scene.
“Oh, fuck yeah, babe,” she breathed looking a bit flustered, “He's gonna love this!” She cleared away all the packaging from the toys we had got earlier; dildo, small, leather flogging whip which had loads of 'tails', nipple clamps (which I was quite scared to try) and a tube of flavored lube.
Kaylee left me standing there with my hands above my head and my legs spread. Ten minutes passed and I heard Greg enter the house, unaware I was trussed up in the bedroom. I heard him call my name and could hear him moving around the place looking for me.
“Sienna!” He shouted as he opened our bedroom door and halted. His eyes grazed up and down my body and changed from the confused ones they had been to lust filled and hot. “Wow!” Was all he could say, staring at me from the door. A wicked little grin, I hadn't seen before, turned the corners of his mouth up before abruptly closing the door and leaving me there!
I listened as he moved about our home, he had a shower, got something to eat and even watched some sports on TV! By the time he decided to come back in, naked and drinking beer, I was pissed off.
“Get me the fuck down, Greg!” I shouted, “This was supposed to be good for us both and you've ruined it.” He looked at me with a dark expression then growled, in a husky voice I'd never heard before.
“Silence, bitch!” His words hit me like a physical slap, and rage coursed through me. But, at the same time, I felt as horny as hell, heat flared up in my belly. Greg thrust his hand out, catching my chin through the mask and brought his face close to mine, “You don't say anything, unless I ask you, got it?” I'd nodded, a little scared by this new Greg but aching to get fucked already.
That night, Greg taught me about delayed gratification, pain, humiliation and the heavenly delights of bondage. He teased, squeezed and used my body which seemed to respond in all the ways he expected for hours before he even allowed me to have an orgasm. When I came, I ejaculated all over the carpet and his hand.
That was the beginning of my journey into the world of sex and the depravity which some people need to subject others to to get off.
I suppose I'd be what you'd call a slave or bottom because I much prefer to be used by other people than to dominate them. Being a sub can have a number of drawbacks, you don't always get a good dom to begin with and a bad dom can cause injury as well as pain.
One man I was with liked to punch, he got off on the sound and feeling of his fist slapping against my abdomen, I didn't mind to begin with because it was new and a bit of a turn on. Unfortunately he lost contro
l and ended up cracking two of my ribs, so you have to be careful.
I eventually started going to some of the special clubs in the heart of the city and entering a world of amazing delights. The club was known as Dommers (for obvious reasons) and I fell in love with the place on my first visit.
It was dark with just a few spotlights pointing at a low stage on which were four crosses in the shape of large letter 'Xs'. Cuffed to two of these crosses, at wrist and ankle, were young women, naked as the day they were born and covered in red welts as their backs were whipped with a beaded flogger.
I could see hundreds of people watching, some in couples who were obviously fucking while they watched, some alone and some looking for someone else to be with.
I was amazed, this was my idea of heaven and when I looked around to see giant glass bowls filled to the brim with hundreds of different condoms in every flavor, shape and color I knew this was the place for me.
I took a seat and watched as a man got up on the stage to cheers from the audience, a waitress approached me dressed in a pair of tiny leather shorts and nothing else. She had a silver chain threaded through the ring piercing each nipple and she explained what happened here.
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