by Tantric Legion
Disclaimer: This story should not be read by any person not of
the age of majority in their country. Anyone who may be offended by the
horrific depiction of a war between good and evil, including gratuitous
sex and violence, should not continue. The author is not responsible
for either any actions taken by persons who read this story or for the
general social problems of our planet.
*****
****
The Malloy
sisters had been content to stay at the lake, its familiarity a refuge
against
everything that had happened to them.
Jeanne knew that there were risks to staying here at the cabin
for so
long but she decided that if the sisters’ relationship with the cabin
owners
was going to be traced they would already have been captured. In a way it was heartening, evidence that no
matter the inhuman nature of their hunters that their power was not
omnipotent. The fugitive agent was
grateful for the time,
it gave her sister a much needed opportunity to heal.
Although things were stilled strained at
times between the two and they both avoided talking about what had
happened
that night
Jeanne had just
ventured out from the cabin on one of her grocery shopping trips to
stock up on
supplies, returning with a bounty of food, magazines and a newspaper. Jeanne had been teasingly ribbing her sister
that Penny was putting on weight as the teen girl was displaying an
almost
voracious appetite. Now as her sister
bustled in the cabin’s small kitchen producing a great deal of noise
but also
some truly delectable odors Jeanne was idly reading the personal ads. Suddenly she spilled her tea down her shirt
as her brown eyes widened in surprise.
*Dear Soaking Tigress.
Remembering the past.
Longing for your call
836-310-6849
Silver*
Jeanne suddenly
flashed back to her time at
Allan Swayne was
an example of the worst of her harassers, with his father a decorated
FBI agent
he firmly believed in his own superiority and right to be recognized as
a
golden boy of the agency. Jeanne had
made the mistake of arguing with him in class over forensic procedures
and the
greater mistake of being right. This had
left a burning anger inside Allan and when he discovered her habit of
running
alone had seen the opportunity for both some payback and little bit of
fun,
bringing a couple of like minded friends along for the entertainment. With a self satisfied smirk he had stepped
out onto the path in front of Jeanne even as his two hulking sidekicks
emerged
from the woods behind her. Jeanne’s mind
had always been quick and when she saw herself surrounded she vowed
that
whatever happened to her this wasn’t going to be free or easy for her
attackers. Allan had just opened his
mouth to deliver his well rehearsed smug line when Jeanne spat at him,
catching
him in the eye and making the young thug charge straight at her.
Allan quickly
found out that Jeanne had certainly been paying attention in their self
defense
classes as she hip threw him into the creek beside the trail and leapt
onto
him. In the water Allan found
himself
stunned by the young woman’s furious attack as she un-leased all of her
pent up
anger, mixing her agency training with every dirty trick she knew. In the end Jeanne, although somewhat dazed by
several powerful blows Allan had gotten in before encountering a rock
which had
proven harder than his head came out the winner
Jeanne had
emerged from the water soaking and hissing in anger ready to take on
the world
only to find Tyson Sterling sitting on a log, a lit cigarette drooping
from the
corner of his mouth. On the ground near
his feet lay both of Allan’s friends. A
thick branch leaning between his knees told the tale of what had
happened.
“What are you
doing here Tyson?” Jeanne’s tone of
voice was halfway between incredulous and accusatory.
He grimaced and
took a long drag on the cigarette. “Call
me
After this
incident in the woods a friendship had developed and on one occasion
the two
had even become lovers. With time
however they had proven incompatible romantically and after graduation
with
assignments far apart their friendship had grown distant.
Now as Jeanne read the personal ad she knew
exactly who had left it. The only
question was why? Had
Jeanne spent long
minutes in thought as Penny continued to prepare lunch in the cabin’s
kitchen. Finally she came to a
decision. The fugitive agent didn’t want
to let sister get involved. She would
have to leave the cabin and she swore to herself that no matter how
much she
trusted
****
Remote
The swamp reeked
of decay and the sweltering humid heat made the air thick to breathe. For anyone unused to it was misery, as if the
very land was seeking to suffocate them for some unknown slight. For those individuals who were used to it
they still did not enjoy the heat, they simply endured it.
Even in the relative shelter of the tree
canopy it was impossible to escape this oppressive heat.
Even this close to the fall one last heat
wave hung over the land, punishing anyone who dared violate the swamp’s
borders
one last time before the brief respite called winter.
Traveling through
this near hell on Earth was a small fan boat with three people on it. The roaring fan set up a painful racket but
at least the blowing air it produced provided a measure of relief from
the
sweltering air. Driving the boat was Sam
Bronson, following the course of the river on a route he had not driven
for
many years since leaving
Finally they
rounded a bend in the slow flowing river and their destination,
Bronson’s
reason for bringing them to this remote and unpleasant location, was
revealed. There just up the bank, in a
small clearing, stood what could charitably be called a cabin. It had obviously seen better days. The roof appeared to be indifferently
patched and it was obvious that the foundation had not settled evenly.
As the boat’s
engine died and it coasted alongside a rotting dock which appeared to
be slowly
sinking into the muddy river waters a figure was just visible stepping
out onto
the cabin’s porch and waved to the visitors.
The figure stepped from the darkness of the porch and resolved
itself
into a large elderly woman of African descent wearing a worn but clean
dress
who waited patiently for them to come ashore and approach.
When Sam led them
to the house the woman smiled and held up her arms.
A matching grin sprang onto Sam’s normally
serious face and he swept her up in a massive bear hug.
After a few moments Bronson released the old
woman from the embrace and waved his companions forward, “This is Momma
Janda. Momma, I would like you to meet-”
“Hello Hunter,
pleasure to meet you Lin. Come on
in. The cookies are still warm and the
tea is almost ready.” Janda led them
into the ramshackle but well cared for interior where the wonderful
scent of
fresh baking filled their senses. Before
they knew it the three were seating around a small table with steaming
cups in
front of them and a plate heaped high with chocolate chip cookies in
the center.
As Janda sank
into her own chair she began to speak. “I
know why you have come. It is about my
Niece. She is gone, lost to us forever,
but still walks among us. Tomika isn’t
dead, no, but it would be better if she were because the sweet girl we
knew is
now gone. Something has a hold on
her. Something that will never let her
go.” As the old woman finished talking
and looked about her guests she took in the shock and disbelief etched
upon
their faces. Even Lin’s normally
reserved demeanor had been replaced by a look of pure shock. This strange old woman living in a swamp had
just told them everything that they had come to tell her.
“How do you know
all of this, how do you know our names?”
Hunter looked like he had a hundred questions for the elderly
woman.
“Because I’m
gifted with the power.” Momma Janda
shifted her eyes to her nephew’s shocked face, “And before you ask Sam
I never
talked like this when you were a child because I liked your visits,
scaring the
wits out of you and being the creepy lady who knew what you were always
going
to say next wouldn’t have encouraged you to come by.”
Lin, quiet up to
this point, rose from her seat and bowed respectfully.
“Your power is great, far greater than even
my teacher’s. It would appear that you
know that we need your assistance.”
Janda regarded
Lin for a moment without expression before her face broke into a wide
smile. “Yes, I do know that you will
need my help.” With a gesture she
indicated a battered suitcase waiting by the door before her face
suddenly
became serious and she locked Lin in an intent gaze, “Beware of one
thing
however. The future branches in many
directions, I can see the possibilities it holds and right now far too
many of
these paths lead to darkness and defeat.
Now, let us all finish our tea before we go.”
****
“Here, take
this. I need you to stay here, out of
sight.” Jeanne pressed a small automatic pistol into Penny’s hand, the
younger
girl reluctantly accepting the weapon.
Penny still felt uncomfortable
holding a gun. Even though she had grown
proficient with the pistol under her sister’s tutelage something about
the
heavy mass felt dangerous in her hands.
For reassurance she pressed a hand against her stomach. The teen’s belly was filled with an unnatural
mass of churning demonic flesh. The
developing embryo squirmed constantly and Penny was never alone. It was always there whispering in her
thoughts, teaching and training her to serve it. The
red-headed teen submitted joyfully and
soon craved the day when she would birth the monstrosity growing in her
womb.
Penny had been
finding it hard to hide her pregnancy.
The cool weather had been the perfect excuse to wear large baggy
clothing, especially hooded sweatshirts which hid her growing belly. The young teen was glad her sister was
going. She didn’t know how she could
have hidden her pregnancy much longer and she shuddered to think of how
Jeanne
would have reacted when she found out.
With the rate at which the demon was incubating within her womb
she
would birth it within the day. Only
after it was born and had found a host would it be the proper time to…
introduce her child to Jeanne.
Only after many
tight embraces in which Penny was awkwardly able to keep her swollen
stomach
from touching her sister did Jeanne leave.
As their Jeep pulled out of sight Penny whimpered and whined,
falling to
her knees as her eyes rolled up in her head as she helplessly came
again and
again. By the pleasure and its thoughts
in her head the teen knew that her growing Master was very pleased by
her
deception. After recovering from her
reward Penny followed its instructions and entered the cabin. Its ethereal voice continued to whisper to
her as she went to her bedroom and closed the door.
Obediently she
stripped off all of her cloths and climbed into bed to wait for the
birth. Spreading her legs the teen used
the pillows
to prop herself up so that she could comfortably look down at her
pregnant body. Penny lovingly rubbed her
belly. She could tell that the demonic
child growing
within her was developing at an increased rate.
Underneath the skin of her rounded tummy its movement was
visible as it
pulsed and squirmed, never resting as her body incubated this unholy
abomination. Penny slowly touched and
stroked her nether lips. She was still
very wet and aroused from the reward her Master had granted her and
soon the
teen moaned and writhed on the bed, bringing herself to one lingering
orgasm
after another.
Penny lay there
for hours, her hands constantly busy rubbing her distended stomach and
touching
her wet sex. In her mind the demon
whispered its dark thoughts, shaping and molding her psyche as it saw
fit,
thoughts and influences her constant self pleasuring only reinforced. The already enthralled young redhead moaned
in pleasure as she felt her thought being sifted and her mind remade as
it saw
fit, heightening her loyalty and submissiveness, ensuring that Penny
would
forever be enslaved to its will.
After many hours
of waiting the demon’s activities picked up, the unnatural writhing
becoming
almost desperate. Penny began to feel a
new sensation as her body clenched and squeezed inside.
Finally her eyes widened as she realized that
her contractions had started. A wide
smile spread across her face as the realization that she had
successfully
incubated this unholy monster in her young womb filled the teen’s
thoughts. As the minutes passed the
contractions increased in power and frequency, each one sending ripples
through
her body as her body’s instincts took over.
Soon she panted
loudly, gasping for breath. A sheen of
perspiration covered the teen as her body worked to expel her child. Penny moaned and cried out as the rhythmic
strain of labor threatened to overwhelm her.
Her slender limbs thrashed about the bed as she became lost in
the
sensations, no longer in control of herself or her body as she felt her
inner
muscles squeezing and pushing as the delivery progressed.
The pretty young woman gasped for breath as
she felt herself being stretched open to allow the demon to leave the
womb that
had incubated it and escape into the world.
Penny arched her
back and strained with all her might, fighting to expel the infant
demon from
her body. With one last push the heavy
mass of black flesh slid from her canal with a rush of sticky fluid. The sudden feeling of relief was too much for
the redheaded teen and she lapsed in a semi conscious state as her
exhausted
body fought to recover from the strain of giving birth.
Slowly she swam back to awareness. As
Penny regained consciousness a proud smile
lit up her pretty face. She had done
it! She had incubated her master and
nurtured the unholy being growing in her belly, bringing it to life.
Almost impossibly
her stomach had returned to it former tautness, the same was true of
her
distended vagina, despite a slight soreness it was as if she had never
been
pregnant. With an almost ghostly whisper
her Master made itself heard in her mind.
Gathering it up in her arms Penny walked on still unsteady legs. Lovingly she lay the demonic larvae in front
of the fireplace before setting to work.
After the teen had built the fire she sank down beside her
Master,
lightly stroking the rough slime coated skin, savoring the feel of its
texture
as she finally gave in to the exhaustion of carrying and birthing the
abomination. Curling herself around her
child she slowly relaxed and fell asleep before the roaring fire. As she slept a smile curled the edges of her
mouth as the pretty teen’s slumbering mind was immersed in dreams full
of the lust
and depravity the future held for her and her Master.
*****
Jeanne had been
waiting in the clearing for almost an hour.
Sitting on the hood of her Jeep her patience was running out. Shoving her hands in her pockets to try to
keep them warm the beautiful federal agent watched her breath produce
soft
clouds of condensation as she exhaled.
Any trace of heat under the Jeep’s hood had fled long ago and
now her firm
buttocks were just as cold as the rest of her.
Her eyes swept the clearing and the surrounding tree-line,
watching for
any sign of movement, be it the people she was to meet or in the worst
case
more monsters like the one that she and her sister had encountered at
the
apartment. At the thought of the second
group Jeanne clutched at her pistol, the weapon’s familiar deadly
weight
reassuring her. It would only take a
single bullet to prevent her capture she thought darkly.
As her eyes swept back she froze and her eyes
widened as she let out a squeak of surprise.
Standing 10 feet
away was a man in camouflaged combat gear.
His assault rifle was at the ready position, not pointed
directly at her
but close enough for Jeanne to definitely detect the implied threat. As Jeanne gaped in shock, just how had he
gotten so close without her seeing him she wondered, he shifted his
eyes to a
point just above her head and uttered a single word, “Well?”
“She is
clean.” A musical feminine voice spoke
from just over her shoulder, tinged with a slight accent that Jeanne
couldn’t
quite place. Slowly she turned her
head. Sitting in a full lotus position a
diminutive asian girl clad in back was perched upon the roof of the
Jeep. Her dark eyes held deep amusement as
she
regarded Jeanne from only a few feet away.
Accepting Lin’s
evaluation Hunter gave a short sharp nod and raised his hand, pumping
his fist
up and down in the air twice. From the
opposite side of the clearing
“I am glad that
you passed Jeanne.”
“What do you mean
passed?” Jeanne asked.
“We were afraid
it was a ruse. That you had already been
taken and enslaved by the demons. Lin
has the ability to sense when someone has become a slave of the evil
ones.”
Seeing the still
confused expression on Jeanne’s face Lin took a small step forward and
explained, “When a demon couples with a woman it slowly corrupts her. Gradually they begin to like it and after a
certain point become the demon’s loyal servant and slave.
After a woman is broken to a demon’s will she
will never have her freedom again, not even in the afterlife. The person she was would be as good as dead,
forever lost to lust and servitude.” Lin
delivered her statement in a perfectly level tone.
Empty of emotion but for an almost submerged
tinge of disgust.
“One of the most
loyal, patriotic woman I know now works for these monsters. She was a royal bitch but I would never have
doubted her commitment to this country for a moment.
Now…”
“It was close. I came home and-”
Jeanne looked slightly
shaken as she realized just how close it had been that night in the
apartment. “I did find that a clip of
10mm rounds tends to take the steam out of a demon.”
Of the three only
Hunter chuckled at the dark humor of Jeanne’s statement.
“Knives work too but you have to get a little
personal for that, I prefer to reach out and touch someone from a
distance.”
The four sat for
hours, discussing, planning and sharing what they knew.
Finally the meeting came to an end. Jeanne
had agreed to join with the small but
growing resistance to the demon invasion and arrangements to contact
the others
covertly. As the three vanished back
into the forest there was one thing that bothered Jeanne.
What they had
said about girls who had been raped by the demon’s sent a shock of fear
and concern
through Jeanne. What about Penny she
asked herself. With a conscious effort
she forced those thoughts from her head.
I got to her before it was too late she thought deliberately. There is nothing to worry about.
Penny would never want to be a slave to one
of those things, these demons. Of course
Jeanne hadn’t thought to mention to them what had happened to her
sister before
she intervened. Since everything was
alright there was no reason to let anyone know.
Her little sister would be far better off if the entire incident
were
simply forgotten. As Jeanne climbed into
the Jeep and drove off she continued to reassure herself that that was
true. Deep down however her sense of doubt
refused
to vanish.
*****
The hundredth
floor of the building emitted a strong sense of wealth and power. After exiting the elevator visitors walked
down a corridor with floor to ceiling windows on one side and paintings
and
modern sculptures on the other. This
high up the tinted windows were a necessity rather than a luxury. Even with their filtering effect the direct
sunlight lit up the tasteful carpets and wood accents were brightly
illuminated
on a sunny day like this one. At the end
of the corridor was a large reception disk made out of one massive
piece of
wood. Behind the desk was the insignia
of the corporation, a feminine silhouette holding a flaming trident. To the right were a heavy pair of ornate
double doors guarding the entrance to the CEO’s office.
Bobbi Everest sat
at the desk, filling the large office with the soft clatter of keys as
she
worked. The young receptionist was
beautiful with medium length blond hair and a classically beautiful
face. Between eating well and a bare
minimum of
exercise the young blond was able to maintain her tall and slender
shape
despite being bound to a desk all day. She
was clad professionally in a short skirt and a white blouse which
failed to
conceal the ample charms beneath. Her
head rose as the elevator doors at the far end of the corridor slid
open. Emerging from within was a handsome
young man
in a well tailored business suit.
“Hello, I am
Ethan Hughes, here for my interview with Ms. Capelli.”
Ethan’s face was serious, betraying not a
hint of his inner thoughts although within his eyes lurked something
which
Bobbi couldn’t quite define, it seemed almost… predatory.
Bobbi favored him
with a welcoming look and a wide smile, showing her perfect white teeth. “Welcome to Morrigan Security Enterprises Mr.
Hughes. Please wait a moment while I
tell Ms. Capelli you are here.” Touching
a discreet button she spoke, “Ms. Capelli, Ethan Hughes is here for his
interview.”
The
intercom returned with the rich soprano voice of her
employer, Rosa Capelli, “Thanks Bobbi, send him in please.”
With a nod to the
young secretary Ethan walked to the large doors and entered the office,
the
well oiled doors opening easily despite their sturdy weight. Left alone in the office Bobbi went back to
work. It was obvious however that she
was distracted. Finally she gave up even
the pretense of work and fell back into her memories, allowing the lewd
thoughts to take her away.
Bobbi closed her
eyes and remembered how she had been taken.
Early in the early morning the parking garage had been deserted. If her boss hadn’t worked sixteen hours a
day, six days a week Bobbi wouldn’t have even been awake, much less
coming to
work. Of course the reason that Rosa
Capelli had all the success she did, president and part owner of a very
successful security software firm that worked for the military and many
security agencies, if she hadn’t put forward far more effort than most
people,
especially in the still male dominated world of business.
Although as Rosa’s assistant Bobbi was forced
to keep up with her boss’s schedule the compensation package and the
references
the position would provide left the scales more than balanced. Nothing in her life though had prepared her
for a magical portal to appear without warning in the form of a
depthless
darkness as she walked towards the elevators.
The eight foot
tall demon had impossibly stepped out through the corridor wall and
seized her
wrist without warning. Ignoring her
struggles he had reached beneath her smart skirt and torn away her
panties. Shoving her up against the wall
he had
entered the attractive blond with a single merciless thrust. The
concrete wall
had been cold and hard against her back and her finely coifed blond
hair had
been unable to withstand the attack, bursting free of its bun and
spilling down
over her face and shoulders as each punishing thrust into her belly
shook and
rocked her voluptuous body. His brutal
assault had quickly drawn one orgasm after another from the shocked
receptionist as her lusts were drawn to the surface.
The rape had seemed almost perfunctory for
the demon but by time his hot semen had spurted inside her Bobbi had
become his
loyal servant, her will shattered and her soul forever bound to his
power. After snarling out some
instructions to the
now submissive secretary the demon had faded back into the wall.
Putting an extra
appointment into her boss’s itinerary had been easy, the hardest part
was
keeping her hands out from between her legs as the long hours before
the
“interview” passed. Holding down the
intercom button Bobbi listened to what was going on in Rosa’s office,
her
thighs trembling helplessly as she listened to what seemed like a
perfectly
ordinary interview. He is playing with
her Bobbi thought, she couldn’t help but shiver as a delicious chill
ran down
her back. It pleased the young blond
woman to know that she had performed her task well and delivered her
employer,
a woman she respected and considered a friend, into Armakoth’s unholy
grasp.
Within the office
Armakoth was enjoying the deception immensely.
Between the knowledge torn from his host’s screaming mind and
the
incredible innate intelligence the demon possessed the demon lord was
easily
breezing through the interview, impressing Rosa with his intelligence,
his
charisma and his keen insight to business.
It amused him to toy with her like this.
Here she was alone with a unholy beast and totally unsuspecting
of the
peril she found herself in. Regarding
the attractive woman behind her desk Armakoth couldn’t have stopped his
cock
from pulsing with lust even had he wanted to.
Rosa Capelli was
a true beauty and knew how to both use and best present her own
attractiveness. Her hair was a stunning
streaked reddish blond and a high priced hairstyle perfectly framed her
exquisite features. Wide green eyes,
full pouting lips, graceful eyebrows, and a perfect nose made every
look and
expression on her face arousing. The
very best personal trainers money could buy had sculpted her body
through diet
and exercise until she embodied feminine attraction.
An elegantly tailored outfit brought
everything together in a perfect package.
Armakoth let out a sub audible growl, every part of his nature
urged him
to take this specimen of female perfect right now, to take her fast and
hard
until she was his in body, mind and soul.
Rosa regarded
Ethan with a slight professional smile. This
young man had impressed her greatly, something that did not happen very
often. In addition she felt a certain
desire for him, perhaps he could provide her with services beyond those
in the
terms of his employment contract. Making
a sudden decision she stood and leaned forward across her desk while
extending
her hand out to the young man.
“Congratulations and welcome to the team. I
will have Bobbi put together the offer of
employment immediately.”
Rising from his
chair Ethan reached out and grasped her hand, shaking it firmly. When Rosa went to withdraw her hand he
refused to let it go, continuing to pump it up and down slowly. A wide smile spread itself across his face,
before her eyes it grew and stretched making her confident smile
dissolve into
a look of disbelief. The wide gaping maw
that Ethan’s face had become opened, revealing the twisted fangs within
and
allowing his long tongue to spill out and thrash about in the air
between
them. Rosa watched in shock as the hand
holding her own began to split and distort.
Slime drooled from the cracks in his skin, as demonic flesh
swelled and
grew beneath. As he transformed tentacles
emerged from his arm and began to twined themselves around Rosa’s
forearm,
obscenely creeping and squirming as they made their way up the slender
limb
making Rosa shudder at the disgusting sensation. Armakoth
grinned viciously and let out low
distorted chuckle as the attractive CEO realized that she was
inextricably
secured in his grasp, horror beginning to replace the shock in her eyes.
More and more
thin worm-like tentacles grew from his arms until Rosa’s right arm was
completely covered. Even then Armakoth
did not let up, allowing them instead to begin exploring further,
worming
themselves up her sleeve and under her blouse.
Rosa was split between fear and disgust as the disturbing
sensation
bombarded her and spread across more and more of her body.
Armakoth growled in satisfaction as he
savored the feeling of his tentacles rubbing against her soft skin and
running
rampant across her upper chest and sleek torso.
Coiling his tentacles around her large breasts Armakoth squeezed
and
massaged the firm orbs, abusing them until they became swollen and
sensitive
and her nipples stood almost painfully erect atop Rosa’s chest.
Helpless in his
grasp as more and more of her body was taken into the demon’s sordid
embrace Rosa’s
fear was of death but she did not know, could not know, that her fate
would be
far different. Armakoth decided to play
with his victim’s mind and snaked a thin tentacle out across the desk. Reaching the intercom it held down the button. To the beautiful executive’s horror it spoke
with her own husky soprano. “Bobbi, can
you come in here for a moment.”
Rosa redoubled
her struggles and tried to scream her lungs out around the mass of
tentacles in
her mouth. Despite all her efforts only
the weakest squeak emerged from her throat and tear leaked from her
eyes as she
listened to her assistant accept the creature’s instructions. Armakoth chuckled as she fought against the
irresistible strength of his tentacles in a futile attempt to save her
receptionist.
Heedless of her
efforts Bobbi opened the door to Rosa’s office and close it behind her. Her eyes were downcast as she began to walk
across the palatial room toward the desk.
Bobbi raised her head and met Rosa’s eyes. An
evil smile drew itself across her face as
she took in the other woman’s situation.
Armakoth bared
his teeth and chuckled as he watched the disbelief in the beautiful
executive’s
dark brown eyes. Something inside Rosa
broke as she watched her secretary and friend walk across the room with
a
hungry look on her face and an eager lust in her eyes.
Bobbi eagerly
stripped, flinging her clothes carelessly to the floor and revealing
her
shapely body. Every inch of her
attractive form quivered with readiness from her rapidly hardening
nipples to
her rapidly moistening pussy. The sexy
blond’s skin was flushed with arousal and her heart pounded in her
chest as she
regarded Rosa, smiling as she saw the way her employer had been
entrapped by
Armakoth’s tentacles, the knowledge of her betrayal of her friend to
the
ruthless demon making her groin burn with desire.
The shapely blond
climbed onto the desk between them, spreading her legs wide and
shamelessly
exhibiting her body for both her Master and his horrified victim. “Please, Master? Please!”
Bobbi begged, her voice husky with
need. Reaching between her legs she
sensually spread her nether lips, revealing the wet pink flesh within. While hundreds of wriggling tendrils
continued to explore and touch Rosa’s body Armakoth turned his
attention to his
servant.
With a sick
tearing sound several more tentacles emerged from his body, this time
from
around his groin, and waving gently in the air moved single-mindedly
towards
the needy young secretary. These
tentacles were far thicker than those that held Rosa in their grasp and
were
definitely phallic in nature covered in veins and ridges and dripping
thick
black pre-cum from the openings at their ends.
Bobbi trembled with
barely restrained lust as she
watched her Master’s thick tentacle poised at her already sodden
entrance, her
blond curly nest of pubic
hair glistening with tiny
droplets of her juices. “Yes
Master! Fuck me!” Bobbi exclaimed, her
bodies arousal demanding penetration.
Armakoth moved his tentacle forward,
slowly spreading the young blond open and tearing a scream of depraved
joy from
her throat as she felt her nether lips parted by the phallic limb’s fat
head as
it burrowed inch by inch into her body. Another
tentacle hovered in front of her face and the young woman opened her
mouth to
allow it entrance. Bobbi
enthusiastically licked the tip of the member, savoring the rich flavor
of the
slimy pre-cum that issued from the aroused appendage’s head. As more tentacles began caressing her body
Bobbi moaned in pleasure, it felt incredible to have her Master taking
her at
both ends, a thick tentacle sliding into her tight pussy and another
plunging
down her throat.
Bobbi was truly enjoying having her
Master’s tentacle in her mouth. Her head
bobbed up and down and she made small wet sucking noises.
Swirling her tongue around the tentacle’s
purplish head the corrupted young secretary moaned in ecstasy as she
watched
the demon react to her skillful attentions.
A low growl escaped Armakoth’s throat and he showed his teeth as
the
sensations became too much and he began to ejaculate into her mouth. Sensing his impending release Bobbi drew her
head
back until only the tip of her Master’s appendage rested in her mouth. Bobbi pressed her nimble tongue into the slit
at its tip while rubbing the thick tentacle with her soft hands.
With a savage howl Armakoth began
coming into her warm mouth. The blond
swallowed eagerly, gulping down the hot sticky fluid as it spurted
heavily into
her mouth. Soon though despite her best
efforts she was unable to keep up and excess sperm poured out of her mouth and
down her
chest, covering her gorgeous body in sticky fluid.
When the flow finally slowed to a mere
trickle the still rampant tentacle slid down her chest while another
engorged
member replaced it in her mouth. Bobbi
turned her attention to the new cock tendril in her mouth as the other
still
unsated tentacle began running itself up and down the valley formed by
her
heavy breasts. Two smaller tentacles
wrapped themselves around the generous orbs and pressed them together,
creating
a tunnel for Armakoth’s tentacle.
Armakoth
continued to enjoy his slave’s nubile body for nearly an hour, fucking
her in
position after position as her supple flesh brought him to one
thunderous
release after another. All this time
Rosa was only inches away, still trapped amidst hundreds of invasive
tendrils. Finally Armakoth tired of the
enslaved
blond’s charms.
Leaving Bobbi
lying exhausted on the floor beside the desk, the well-used blond only
semiconscious and leaking thick semen from every orifice, Armakoth
turned his
attention back to his primary reason for visiting Morrigan Enterprises. While he had lavished his attentions upon
Bobbi’s oh so willing body Rosa had felt the strain drain strength from
her as
her mind realized the hopelessness of the situation.
Gazing upon her beautiful body caught in his
unbreakable clutches, studying the sheer terror and disgust on her
face,
quickly renewed his lust. From between
his legs the demon’s primary phallus emerged.
As the slimy member slowly extended itself with a long wet
sliding noise
Armakoth positioned Rosa atop her desk and favored her with a lewd grin.
Armakoth licked
the curve of her neck, savoring the sweet taste of her skin as he took
in the
subtle aroma of fear emanating from his victim before laying the
quivering
woman down on her back and drawing his tentacles back within his body. Rosa didn’t have a chance to take advantage
of her momentary before Armakoth exercised his magical powers and
conjured
manacles, chaining Rosa to her own desk at the wrists and ankles as the
demon
prepared to defile her. Soon she would
exist only to serve him.
His powerful
limbs flexed as he climbed onto the desk, the heavy wood creaking
slightly
under his weight. Armakoth reached down
and grasped his cock and positioned himself to penetrate the helpless
young
executive, he could feel it pulsing with lust and anticipation, fully
ready to
impale the terrified beauty beneath him.
Grasping her voluptuous hips in his clawed hands he chuckled
maliciously
as his gaze met hers. He could clearly
see the realization in her eyes that there would be no escape from this
nightmare.
With a low snarl
of satisfaction he moved his groin forward, driving the thick fleshy
spear into
her tender passage. “Ahggghhh!
No! Stop please!” Rosa screamed as she felt her cunt stretched to
its very
limits. It felt as if she was being torn
apart from the inside as the massive shaft bored into her body’s most
intimate
passage. She could feel her belly
stretching and pressing against the desk as the sheer size of the
member made
her flat abdomen expand and distend with each brutal thrust. Armakoth cruelly forced his cock through the
tight ring of her cervix and into her womb.
Armakoth wrapped his hands around her wide hips and dug in his
claws,
using the firm grasp to bury his cock in the depths of the helpless
executive
with each plunging thrust. He stroked
deep into her fertile body, savoring the feeling of her silky inner
flesh as it
squeezed around his raging member while taking special joy her pleas
for mercy. He had none and her begging
only made
Armakoth thrust harder into the helpless woman.
Rosa could never
have imagined being taken with such power.
Her rapist’s inhuman strength allowed him to use her body like
no mere
human male ever could, ruthlessly and tirelessly pumping into her with
a
stamina which left her gasping for breath.
As an executive she had thought that she wielded power, had
thought she
had control. Now as she lay naked on her
desk being filled again and again by Armakoth’s demonic cock the
helpless
manager realized that it had all been an illusion compared to the true
power
being wielded by the creature behind her.
Behind the agony of the rape there was something almost
seductive about
yielding herself to that power and a distant part of Rosa’s personality
experienced
a small thrill at the thought of submission.
Undeniably her
body began to betray her, becoming arouse and lubricating itself. Electric sparks of pleasure shot through her
body with each stabbing thrust of the demon’s cock.
Rosa closed her eyes, refusing to accept that
she could be so perverse as to feel pleasure from this monstrous
assault. Despite her mind’s refusal she
found that her
body was all to willing to give in. Soon
her cunt flowed with silky fluids and her inner thighs were soaked by a
mixture
of her own juices and gobs of pre-cum from Armakoth’s cock. Bobbi had by now recovered from her own
session with the demon and the mixture leaking from between her
friend’s legs
was too much for the pretty blond to resist.
Crawling onto the desk she slid herself into the narrow space
between
Armakoth and his squirming victim below.
With a whimper of pure lust she began frantically licking at
both her
Master’s plunging shaft and Rosa’s inflamed entrance where they were
joined in
unholy union.
Rosa had already
been far to close to giving in to the depraved pleasure resulting from
the
demonic rape. The sensation of Bobbi’s
tongue licking eagerly around her inner thighs and teasingly darting
out to
flick at Rosa’s swollen clit finally broke her will to resist the
sensations
flooding through her being and she surrendered to the pleasure. Armakoth smiled as he sensed the moment when
her body’s reactions were no longer involuntary but Rosa instead took
conscious
participation in her own rape, her hips rising to meet each punishing
thrust. With an evil smile he banished the
magical
chains restraining her. The manacles
dropped away and he dangled a tentacle in front of her lovely lips. Rosa looked at it for a moment before licking
her lips and grasping it with her freed hands.
With a hungry moan she guided it into her warm mouth and sucked
the
thick member.
Rosa’s body
heaved and shook with each powerful thrust.
Her large breasts bounced in time with the rhythm of their
coupling and
her tight vaginal walls squeezed his massive cock as her body was fill
again
and again. Slowly the demon’s breath
began to quicken and he began to take her hard and deep, pounding every
inch of
his burning cock deep into her wet pussy.
Finally sensing that the moment had come he rammed himself deep
into
Rosa’s body, making her eyes widen in a mixture of pain and pleasure
and
driving her breath from her lungs as her belly visibly distending. He held himself there as Rosa released a
silent scream, never had she felt so incredibly full, intending to
ensure that
he impregnated the attractive young executive by emptying his seed
directly
into her waiting womb.
Armakoth growled
in pleasure as he reached his release, the lust he felt both from
Rosa’s
attractive body and from corrupting her spirit fueling his powerful
orgasm and
making him pour out gallons of unholy seed.
As her master’s burning hot sperm sprayed into and across her
body Rosa
closed her eyes and savored the sensation of her fertile uterus being
filled to
the bursting while the excess flowed down her inner thighs and drooled
onto her
desk below.
In her mouth her
Master’s tentacle swelled and pulsed as it poured thick hot fluid down
her
throat in a series of heavy spurts, making her gulp frantically to keep
up with
the thick flow. Rosa almost succeeded
but a few strings of the thick yellow fluid dripped from her lips. Bobbi was unable to resist and drew Rosa into
a deep kiss, their soft moist lips pressing together as their tongues
quested
and fought over their Master’s thick semen.
They moaned together
and their
hands roamed over each other's bodies as Armakoth continued to fuck
both
gorgeous women.
Bobbi had cleared
out her employer’s calendar for the day and the switchboard had been
informed
to hold her calls. This allowed Armakoth
to enjoy their bodies uninterrupted many more times before with his
demonic
lusts sated, if only for the moment, he sat back in Rosa’s high backed
chair. With only remote interest he
watched Rosa and Bobbi continue to lavish their attention upon his
erect shaft.
As the two
beautiful women worshiped their Master Armakoth reflected on the
success his
invasion was enjoying. Many men in
positions of power had already been converted into mindless drones by
Trish and
her vampiric brethren or used as host for the burgeoning hordes of
demonic
offspring. At the same time the number
of woman taken and enslaved by the demons, useful both for their
devotion and
utter loyalty and for the larvae their wombs allowed the demon lord to
breed, was
ever growing. In the depths of the
ancient chambers where the seat of Armakoth’s mystical powers lay
dozens of
young women strained in a unending cycle of rape and birth building an
army of
insectoid servant warriors who had no will other than Armakoth’s own. The numbers of his minions were increasing at
an exponential rate.
All of these
activities, the large scale corruption of innocent human souls, sent
energy
flooding through him, bringing him to a power level he hadn’t achieved
in
centuries giving the demon near god-like abilities.
He was fairly confident that even without a
proper ritual he could simply tear human souls from their bodies and
consume
them. Briefly he mused about
experimenting on the woman who even now were eagerly servicing his
raging
member before dismissing it, they were too useful for him to discard so
easily. With Rosa’s allegiance he now had
access to
every secure system used by the government.
Highly compartmentalized knowledge was within his grasp and no
secret
was safe. The military might of the most
powerful nation in the world now lay within his grasp for information
was power
and in this computerized world he now held all the cards.
Armakoth’s eyes glowed a fiery red and his
fanged maw drew itself into a grotesque smile as the contemplated the
future. As he came once again his evil
laughter filled the office, echoing across the wide room.
Kneeling between his legs his two loyal
slaves looked upon their Master’s pleasure and smiled.
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