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.
Penny’s feet
hurt. It was well past the vacation
season, and the cabins on the lake were empty.
Later, when winter came, there might be more visitors as people
came to
partake of pursuits better suited to the cold weather which would sweep
over
the lake. To Penny and more importantly
to her demonic offspring and master later did not matter.
It was the present which mattered with the overwhelming
need for a host body before Jeanne returned.
Penny had checked every single property and there wasn’t a sign
of a
single soul.
Penny knelt
before her master. The demon in its
larval was the size of a watermelon and slowly pulsed where it lay in
front of
the fireplace. Its dark and slimy flesh
was lit by the flickering firelight and Penny knew that it was the most
beautiful thing she had ever seen.
“I’m sorry,
master. I haven’t been able to find you
a host.” It was all Penny could do not
to weep in sorrow and shame. Such a
simple task her master had set for her and she had failed.
What a wretched slave she was, truly unworthy
of her Master. She had only needed to
find a host body and either bring it here to the cabin or return and
collect
the demon. Now that she had birthed the
monster the psychic link between her and the demonic fruit of her loins
had
been severed. Despite this the beautiful
young woman’s devotion to it had not lessened one bit from when she had
carried
it within her body.
*No matter. Disrobe and lie before
me.* Although newly birthed and without
any means
of vocalizing its commands the demon used the link it had established
while it
was incubated within the young redhead’s body to speak to her and
broadcast its
demands. *You will become my host. Now spread your legs slave and open yourself
to
me so that I may occupy your body.*
The small teen
bobbed her head and dropped to the floor in front of her master,
obediently
following its wishes without question.
Penny spread her legs wide and watched with wide eyes as her
offspring
began to pulse rhythmically as it prepared itself to take her as its
host.
Penny felt her
heart race and she couldn’t stop herself from trembling with
anticipation as
she watched her Master begin to move. Its
thick skin creaked as orifices across its body dilated open. With a wet slithering noise thick tentacles
began to emerge from within the demonic larvae.
Questing through the air they moved towards her waiting body,
seeking
out her nubile young flesh. With a hiss
of indrawn breath the teen closed her eyes as first one tentacles and
then
others touched her feet and then began twining their way up her slender
young
legs. Up and up they moved, slowly and
almost teasingly making their way up her ready body.
Wrapping around her legs the tentacles moved
up her, squeezing her firm calves as the tips began brushing against
her soft
thighs.
Penny gasped when
the first slimy tentacle tentatively nudged against the soft wet lips
of her
labia. The demonic member slowly rubbed
against the sensitive area between her legs, exploring her slit until
it found
her ready entrance. Suddenly it
stiffened and ploughed straight into her body.
As it bulled its way forcefully into her pussy Penny gasped and
cried
out as a rush of pleasure shot through her body. “Oh
yes, Master! It feels so good!” Penny
exclaimed, loving
the sensation caused by the rough skinned tentacle as it slid against
the walls
of her tight canal.
More and more
tentacles began touching her nubile body, rubbing themselves against
her soft
young skin and squeezing her firm breasts until her entire body
glistened with
slime and sweat. Some of the demonic
appendages tired of touching her body and Penny gasped and strained to
accommodate them as they joined the thick pulsating tentacle which was
already
reaming her tight pussy. Soon she had
four tentacles pulsing and writhing in her distended cunt.
The feeling of fullness was so great that the
beautiful young teen could hardly breath as the larval demon worked
furiously
on her body, filling the room with soft wet sounds.
Penny began
drawing her breath quicker and her pulse began to race with
anticipation. It was not her place to
question her master
but she knew that whatever fate her master held for her she would
gladly
accept. From the moment it had begun
growing within her womb her soul and her destiny had belonged solely to
it. There was something deliciously
wicked about giving herself up as a host for her master.
On some level Penny felt an enchanting
satisfaction, she was giving far more than the use of her body, in a
way her
master would consume her and assimilate everything that made the teen
who she
was.
More demonic
tentacles began entering the teen’s straining body, gaining entrance to
her
mouth and anus. Soon she was stuffed
full of writhing, thrusting tentacles in every opening, gagging the
pretty
redhead so she could only moan softly in approval.
For nearly an hour the demon pumped her young
body, bringing the beautiful teen to one orgasm after another. Finally it decided that the moment was right
to take her body for its own.
The ends of the
writhing members buried deep within every orifice of her body dilated
and demonic
flesh poured out of them, digging and burrowing into her body and
overcoming
Penny with the overwhelming sensation of the unholy attack. Penny shook helplessly in a mixture of
pleasure and pain as her merely human flesh submitted to the invasion. The corrupted flesh spread like a cancer,
delving throughout the teen’s nubile body, relentlessly taking it over,
transforming her into something far from human.
Penny could feel the pulsing demonic flesh within her body,
twined about
and through her tissues. Finally it was
all too much for the young redhead and she lapsed unconscious as the
last of
the demonic flesh poured out the pod and into her body, leaving only an
empty,
dried out husk behind.
It was nearly 15
minutes before Penny regained consciousness, waking with a gasp and
pulling the
dried up tentacles from her body. Even
though black demonic blood pulsed through her veins Penny whimpered in
disappointment. She was still separate
from her master, though they coexisted in the same body and could hear
each
others minds they were still separate entities.
A deep longing filled her, a desire to submerge her identity and
soul, to
give herself up fully in union with her unholy lord.
A sense of pleasure washed over her as the
demon within rewarded Penny for these thoughts.
Along with that reward came something else, knowledge. Suddenly the young teen found her mind filled
with the knowledge of what she would have to do to make her wishes
reality.
What was needed
was a ritual, performed by two within one body.
Penny must consciously give up her soul and open herself to
merge with
the demon in a union far different than a normal possession. Penny’s body rose from the floor, controlled
by her “Other”. Penny watched herself
gather materials and prepare for the ritual.
First a pentagram was drawn on the floor before the fireplace in
ashes
using cinders drawn from last nights fire.
Candles were placed at each point of the pentagram, left unlit
for
now. Next Penny watched as she drew
strange runes and twisted symbols around the pentagram, their distorted
shapes
appearing odd to her human eyes. Finally
the demon within her laid down a simple circle of salt, this it told
her would
serve to insulate and protect the ritual from any interfering mystical
influences.
Penny sat in the
circle, her soft pale skin lit by the candle’s dancing flames. Starting
the
ritual she began to chant, speaking the ancient words the demon within
her had
taught her and calling upon ancient gods and forces.
Penny’s voice was unnatural, her own sweet
tones were mixed with the deep rumbling voice of the demon dwelling
within her
body. Eerily she spoke with two voices
as one. After several minutes of
chanting with no visible effect the powers Penny and her Master called
upon
began to respond.
The pentagram
began to glow and a low rumble filled the room as the air vibrated with
power. Even outside the protection of
the circle the affects of the ritual made themselves felt as a wind
blew
through the cabin, stirring papers and making the curtains billow. Soon a cyclone began to gather itself around
Penny as she sat chanting in the center of the circle.
Her scarlet hair tossed and blown around her
head by the gathering power. Despite
this Penny and the demon only chanted harder, uttering the sharp
sounding words of the ancient language of
the ceremony
with growing vehemence. Energy began to
arc, jumping through the air and around the room and the very fabric of
reality
within the cabin quaked and then tore, sending a shockwave through the
cabin
and shattering the windows in a spray of glass.
The swirling
mystic energies drew Penny into the air.
Her slender body shook and her lithe arms and legs shook without
the
teen’s conscious control. A greater
power had hold of her now. A storm of
magical power drew up around Penny as she hung suspended.
Even now she didn’t stop chanting, couldn’t
have stopped even had she wanted to.
Finally the incantations drew to a close and both Penny and the
demon
fell silent. Once again the pentagram
and the symbols drawn about it flared with power before the gathered
energy
poured inwards, seeking out the young girl who hung within the center
of the
maelstrom, pouring itself into this waiting vessel.
Penny’s skin
began to smoke before she burst into flame.
Strangely she remained silent as the blazing inferno concealed
her
slight body from view, wrapping her searing embrace until it seemed
that
nothing could survive the hell that existed within the circle. Within Penny’s body the flames wrought havoc,
burning into her combined human and demonic flesh and consuming the
very souls
of both the young teen and her demonic master.
The inferno began
to descend, changing shape as it did so, until an egg-like blaze rested
on the
wooden floor of the cabin in the center of the pentagram.
Slowly the flames began to die down, before
finally they vanished leaving behind a sooty black cloud of smoke which
hung
over the floor. A light breeze blew
gently through the cabin and wisps of the cloud swirled away until what
lay at
the center of the circle was revealed.
A naked woman lay
in the fetal position, breathing softly, apparently asleep. Her eyes opened revealing vivid violet irises
with golden slitted pupils in the center.
With catlike grace she rose sensuously to her feet.
She arched her back and stretched. Traces
of Penny’s attractive features were
visible in this new creature but they had been fused with a
supernatural
beauty. She was flawlessly beautiful,
every inch of her body made for lust and seduction.
The teen’s creamy white skin had been replaced
by sleek tanned flesh without a single blemish, an unnatural perfection
that no
man or woman could resist. Underneath
the rich tanned tones of her skin there was an almost scarlet undertone. Every generous curve and inch of her body was
perfectly defined. Her large upturned
breasts defied gravity, the twin luscious orbs tipped with prominent
nipples
surrounded by large blood-red areolas.
On the upper part
of the beautiful creature’s smooth inner thigh was a small pentagram,
the
symbol ever so close to touching her mound.
Lush, moist lips were a dark choral red and when they drew back
in a
smile her perfect white teeth were revealed.
This new being also had features that were utterly inhuman. From within the dark, shining waves of her
silky wine colored hair a pair of graceful backswept horns emerged,
only the
tips were visible through the bouncing curly locks.
Growing from her back were a pair of leathery
wings edged with dark feathers. Her
final supernatural feature was a fleshy prehensile tail tipped with a
triangular spade which switched and lashed back and forth with a mind
of its
own.
Indira was an
entirely new entity, she smiled as she felt life for the first time. Although composed of elements of both Penny
and the larval demon she was neither.
Their memories and flesh were hers but this new being was far
more than
the sum of their parts. She was a
Succubus, a creature which hadn’t walked the earth since the days of
Lilith
after mankind was ejected from the garden of Eden.
What is more she was hungry. Sensing
no human life nearby she glided
gracefully across the room and perched herself on a chair to wait for
Penny’s
sister to return. Jeanne should be
surprised by the… changes that had taken place in her absence the newly
created
demon mused as her eyes glowed in the dark interior of the cabin.
*****
Georgia
Private Gina
Greenman trembled in terror on the small army issue cot, her bare back
pressed
against the cold concrete of the corner of the room.
She held a hand to her cheek, feeling the
painful stinging resulting from the casual backhand blow she had
received when
she refused the swarthy lieutenant’s order to strip naked.
She had received
orders to deliver a package to the special forces training facility. At the time it hadn’t occurred to her how
light the box was, light enough to be empty.
Roused from the barracks late at night she was told that the
delivery
had high priority. She had climbed into
a humvee from the vehicle pool and driven across the large base,
grumbling
bitterly all the way. She was sure that
despite this late night errand she would still be expected to be up and
about
at reveille in the morning. Her sergeant
was a total hardass about things like that.
After arriving a
tough looking corporal had brought her up to a small room with basic
military
furniture, a desk, filing cabinets, chairs and cot, all made of metal,
painted
a depressing gray and battered from many years of use and abuse. In the center of the room stood a lieutenant,
his uniform bearing the patches of the Special Forces.
“Here is the package, Sir!” Private Greenman came
to attention and delivered a perfect parade ground salute after handing
the
package over.
“No. No it isn’t.”
His hand dropped to his side, the package seemingly forgotten as
his eyes
examined her from head to toe, taking in every detail of her trim young
body or
rather as much of it as could be seen, clothed as she was in her
uniform.
“I’m sorry Sir, I
don’t understand.” Gina paused, her pretty face scrunched up, taken
aback by
his response and at a loss for words.
She was beginning to grow uncomfortable with the situation. The corporal who had brought her up hadn’t
left and for no reason that Gina could discern several more muscular,
tough
looking soldiers had joined him.
Gathering her thoughts she tried again, “If you could sign here-“
“No! This isn’t the package,” He
carelessly tossed
the box into the corner before regarding her with a smirking leer,
“Here is the
package.” With a leer the solidly build
Special
Forces lieutenant grabbed her breast and roughly fondled it through the
fabric
of her uniform tunic.
With a gasp of
shock and anger Gina grabbed his hand and tore it away from her body. Her shock was such that she even tried to
commit the cardinal sin of military service and punch an officer. With snakelike speed he grabbed her wrist,
squeezing painfully before he struck her in the face with his open hand. While this was happening the other troopers
in the office had watched, each betraying different degrees of
amusement and
interest.
“Strip. Now.” He ordered. When Gina did not immediately obey he struck
her again on her already reddening check, bringing tears to the pretty
young
soldier’s eyes. “I said strip
soldier!” Surrounded by so many men,
their threatening attitude obvious Private Greenman had felt she had no
choice
but to obey. Now she found herself
shivering in the chill air, surrounded by laughing men.
“I see that Major
Griffin fulfilled our request for a little bit of “entertainment”
tonight.” The lieutenant gave Gina a look
of evil
lust. With the terrified young woman’s
attention firmly focused on him he began to transform, discarding the
concealment of his human form to reveal his unholy demonic nature. Slowly he began to stretch and grow, becoming
more muscular even as his skeleton began to deform.
Within moments his body had changed more that
his uniform could take and it ripped and tore before falling to the
floor in
shreds and revealing his now naked body.
Bony spiked ridges emerged from his skull even as it grew became
misshapen and inhuman. His skin darkened
to become an ash-black and every inch of his form was knotted with
powerful
muscles and visibly pulsing veins. By
time he finished changing the demon was an eight foot tall hulking
figure with
only a vaguely humanoid shape. From
between the creature’s legs a long and thick
penis tentacle weaved and writhed in midair, wriggling and
moving with
what seemed to be a life of its own.
Gina lay on the
cot, frantically clawing at the corner, seeking escape where there was
none,
unable to take her eyes off of the horrifying transformation as the
true nature
of her demonic attacker made itself known to her. At
that moment the demonic appendage between
the demon’s legs stopped moving and turned to bring itself to bear on
her
exposed body with all too clear intent.
With lightning
speed the tentacle plunged downwards, unerringly ramming itself
straight into
her vulnerable sex and drawing a long terrible scream from Gina’s lips
as she
felt the sudden violation. For a moment
the demon held it there and silence reigned, Gina’s mouth open, trying
to
scream but unable to draw the air to do so.
The young woman and the demon were connected by the nearly six
foot
length of thick and slimy demonic appendage which had impaled her. After giving her time to fully appreciate the
sensation the demon chuckled and began to pump her.
He had time to send three brutal thrusts deep
into Gina’s abused canal before they were interrupted.
The door to the
office was made of heavy steel and painted with many layers of scuffed
and peeling
grey paint. It was strong enough to stop
bullets. Everyone in the room was
surprised when it exploded inwards, torn from its hinges with a
horrendously
loud slamming sound. It hurtled straight
into the corporal who had brought Private Greenman into the room,
throwing him
across and into the far wall and crushing him in a shower of thick
black
blood. None of the demons had a chance
to react to this sudden gruesome scene before two short bursts of
submachine gun
fire scythed across the room.
The first burst cut
straight through the tentacle violating Gina, severing it from the
demon’s body
in a spray of blood and ichor. The
demonic lieutentant had only begun to scream in inhuman pain when the
second
burst ended his life, making his scream end in a wet gurgle as his body
collapsed to the cold concrete floor.
Short efficient bursts quickly ended the lives of the other
three demons
in the room before they could more than partially transform into full
demonic
form. Hunter crossed the room to Gina,
reloading his weapon as he did so.
Quickly checking on her he noted that the girl’s pulse was
strong but
that she had fainted while he was dealing with her attackers. Turning around he left the room, his reloaded
weapon sweeping for any threats as he looked for more demons to kill.
Deeper within the
base Lin was in a small room surrounded by no fewer than five demons,
armed
with modern weapons and the knowledge to use them drawn from their
host’s
minds. These were some of the deadliest
men in the world and becoming possessed had only sharpened their edge. Against them was a single slightly built
female ninja with a small blade. They
didn’t have a chance. Lin sprang into
the air and seemed to hang there for a moment.
Faster than even demonic eyes could see her left leg snapped out
and
appeared to lightly touch one of the possessed men in the neck. He collapsed to the floor, his throat crushed
and shock in his eyes as blood poured from his mouth as he desperately
tried to
draw air through the mangled flesh that had been his airway. Continuing the movement started by her kick
Lin flung out her right leg and stepped on the center of another
demon’s chest,
using it for a spring board as the she somersaulted in the air. His ribcage shattering and bent inwards as
the focused Chi she had released spent itself by tearing his chest to
pieces.
The fourth demon
was swinging the menacing black shape of his submachine gun towards Lin
when her
finger jabbed into his arm just above the elbow making him
involuntarily fire
his weapon. The close range burst passed
straight through the body of the fifth demon, killing it instantly and
leaving
its mangled body to the ground. The
fourth demon had just enough time to begin to comprehend what it had
done when
Lin’s elbow slammed into its left temple, shattering the creature’s
skull and
guaranteeing that not another thought would pass through its mind ever
again. Lin took another moment to police
the room,
recovering her knife from it’s resting place in the demon’s skull and
ensuring
that all the unholy creatures were dead.
As she stalked
through the lower levels of the building, efficiently dispatching every
demon
she met the sounds of gunfire lessened until they trickled off to a
stop. This depot really hadn’t been
infested by
very many demons. If it had they would
have needed more than the eight-man team to raid it.
Lin finally worked her way back upstairs to
find that the battle was over. They had
gotten away casualty free with the exception of a minor would to Hicks.
A bullet fired by Hudson had lightly grazed
his arm, the result had been a wound quickly covered in a bandage and a
sullen
look as Hicks repeatedly glared at his friend.
Gina had been
dressed by Lopez, the normally tough talking chopper pilot appeared a
bit pale
after taking care of the demon’s victim.
She was however still enough of herself to give Lin her
customary look
of dislike when the ninja entered the room.
“We should leave,
this place reeks of the Demons.” Lin
shivered, her normally reserved demeanor discarded revealing her
obvious
disgust for the sense of evil that permeated the facility.
Joe Walker bent
down and lightly shook Gina where she lay on the floor.
“Poor girl.
She’s totally out of it. She must
have passed out from the shock.” The
concern on the grizzled veteran’s face was obvious.
“Do you think that she belongs to them?”
Hunter’s eyes
narrowed in thought for a moment before he answered.
“No, I think she will be ok. That
beast was just starting to rape her when
we arrived. It didn’t have time to
convert her.” Regarding the unconscious
young woman Hunter came to a decision. “We
can’t take her with us. The best we can
do is leave her in that Humvee outside, we can drive it out with us,
when she
awakens she will hopefully think that everything was a dream. Let’s go, they should be done loading the
weapons and supplies on the trucks by now.”
Hunter picked her
up in his arms, careful to be as gentle with the already traumatized
young
woman as was possible. He followed the others out of the room, stepping
carefully to avoid the torn dead demonic bodies lying on the floor. As they left the empty room behind not one of
them noticed that the severed tentacle which had been assaulting Gina
was
missing.
*****
Northern Pennsylvania
Jeanne arrived
home to find Penny racing outside to meet her.
Both sisters met in a tight embrace as they reassured themselves
that
both of them were alright. Jeanne
grabbed her bags and followed her sister into the cabin filled with
relief that
nothing untoward had occurred in her absence.
As she walked
through the living room to her bedroom Jeanne stepped down and
crunching sound
of glass crushing filled the room. A
puzzled
look appeared on her face. Her eyes
showed her that she was standing on a bare, clean wooden floor but
through the
sole of her shoe she could feel whatever she heard being crushed. Her senses peaked. A
gentle and cool, almost cold really, breeze
was blowing across her face but the windows were closed.
Walking closer to the window overlooking the
lake she reached out tentatively.
With a gasp of
surprise she watched as her slender hand passed directly through the
window. Moving her hand downward she
hissed suddenly in pain, the tip of her finger had been cut and a
droplet of blood
began creeping along the outline of an up thrust shard of glass still
held in
the frame. “That’s not possible. I mean-” Jeanne turned to look at Penny
“I see you have
discovered my illusion. I suppose it is
no longer worth the effort to maintain it.”
Penny lifted her hand and waved dismissively.
Instantly the ruined interior of the cabin
was exposed, the windswept room had suffered heavily during the ritual
with
broken furniture strewn across the floor and scorch marks on the walls.
With an evil
smile she met Jeanne’s gaze and swept her hand down her body with a
flourish,
discarding the illusion and revealing her true form.
Stretching wantonly she displayed her body’s
charms and allowed her black wings to spread wide, fully exhibiting her
demonic
nature.
Jeanne screamed
in shock, her eyes wide as she stared at Indira with infinite horror
and dread,
her nerveless hands dropping her luggage to the floor forgotten. “My god…
Where is my sister! Where is
Penny!”
“I am Penny, or
rather I am what she has become.” A mocking smile curled Indira’s lips
as she
stalked forward, “Don’t you like the new me?
So much better than the original.”
“No! You’re not my sister, not
anymore! Penny would hate the thing you
have become.” Defiance blazed in Jeanne’s
eyes as she spat
out the words.
“You’re right you
know, Penny is gone and only I remain.”
Indira’s eyes narrowed as she lashed Jeanne with her words,
undermining
the agent’s self confidence and highlighting her failure to shake her
will and
assist in her seduction. “You were too
late to save her. She had already
received enough of my father’s seed to become pregnant.
You only delayed the inevitable. Face
it!
You couldn’t save your parents and you couldn’t save your
sister!”
Tears came to
Jeanne’s eyes as everything Indira said sank in. Locked
in a daze of horror and failure she
didn’t realize how close Indira had come until it was too late. Grabbing Jeanne’s wrists in both her slender
hands Indira used her demonic strength to restrain her while her agile
tail
reached beneath the attractive agent’s jacket and plucked her gun from
its
holster, flinging the weapon away out of reach leaving Jeanne
defenseless. Curling itself around
Jeanne’s waist it drew
the helpless woman close to the demon until she could feel the press of
her
breasts and the heat radiating from Indira’s flesh.
This close to
Indira’s body Jeanne couldn’t help but smell her, a sweet musk under
laid with
a distinctive spice that reeked of sex signaling the demoness’s
readiness. Indira’s body was designed for
seduction. Her scent brought with it a
flood of powerful pheromones which no human body could resist
responding
to. Jeanne was no different and her cunt
began to moisten as a slow burning sensation began in her loins making
her pant
involuntarily.
Seeing Jeanne’s
gaze soften slightly and her face flush as the pheromones took effect
Indira
chuckled. “So very weak aren’t we?” Indira gently trailed her nails down Jeanne’s
cheek in false gesture of affection as she spoke, “Are you becoming
aroused
sis? How can you think of your little
sister that way? Don’t you know how
wrong that is?”
Freeing Jeanne’s
left wrist Indira reached down between her own legs, parting her nether
lips
and gathering her silky honey from her dripping sex.
Preventing Jeanne from fending her off by
using her prehensile tail the succubus rubbed her fluids onto the
struggling
woman’s full lips, coating them in the sticky feminine fluids. Jeanne knew she should have been utterly
disgusted by this but she found her mouth watering.
More than anything else she wanted to lick
her lips clean. Drawing on her inner
strength she fought this urge with all her will, holding her tongue in
her
mouth as she battled her body’s urges.
While Jeanne was distracted by her inner battle Indira stripped
off her
clothes, revealing her fit and athletic body and leaving her naked
before the
succubus’s attentions.
Indira was
impressed by Jeanne’s force of will.
Most women would have given in long before now to her powers of
seduction,
overwhelmed by her demonic flesh and their own inner weaknesses and
desires. The demoness smiled and decided
to help the process along. Without
warning she plunged her free hand between Jeanne’s legs, dipping three
fingers
into the wet warmth of the agent’s vagina
“Oh God. Feels so good.” Jeanne’s brow furrowed and she turned away,
“No! I won’t!” Unfortunately
the traces of Indira’s fluids
Jeanne had unwittingly swallowed were even now beginning to course
through her
blood stream, firing her unwilling lust and affecting her mind. Her knees trembled as the need in her loins
multiplied, becoming the center of her existence and pushing all
coherent
thought from her mind.
“Oh but you
will. Humans are weak and pitiful. We will win because we are superior! You cannot resist me. I
want you to know that this is your
choice. I want you to drink from your
sister’s cunt and know that I haven’t taken your soul.
Instead you will know that you have given it
to me freely because of your own desire and weakness.”
Indira’s voice was filled with satisfaction
as she told Jeanne of her fate. “While
no woman who falls to the darkness could ever win free you will never
have
redemption for your fall shall be of your own free will.”
The musical tones of Indira’s laughter filled
the room as she watched Jeanne’s face with evil amusement.
On the beautiful agents face revulsion warred
with need as a battle was waged for her inner soul.
Indira lightly
touched herself, coating only the very tips of her fingers with her
silky
fluids before holding them just inches from Jeanne’s face.
Jeanne’s could smell the sweet musky scent of
Indira’s arousal and she felt herself tempted far more by the smell
than she
could have ever imagined. Her tongue
peaked from between her lips as her mouth watered, Jeanne wanted
nothing more
than to lick up the sweet fluid being offered to her.
Finally, drawing on the last vestiges of
rational thought and her crumbling will Jeanne turned her head away
with an
expression of defiance and determination.
Angered at her
refusal Indira forced Jeanne to her knees and stepped forward, holding
the
beautiful young woman so that her head was level with the succubus’s
dripping pussy. This close to the demon’s
sodden and ready
cunt the aroma of lust was almost overwhelming.
Jeanne could almost taste it and her unwilling hunger grew. Her own vagina began to moisten and itch with
need. It would be so easy, she
thought. Just take a few licks, it can’t
taste as good as it smells. I don’t even
like girls. Above her Indira’s face wore
a victorious smile. She knew the battle
within Jeanne had been lost, the girl just didn’t know it yet. Jeanne was so fixated upon her dripping
demonic sex that she hadn’t even noticed that the gorgeous succubus had
released
her grip. Freedom was hers for the
taking and all Jeanne could do was watch open mouthed as silky droplets
of
lubrication slowly ran down Indira’s inner thighs.
“Yesssss. That’s it, drink of my
body, taste my
essence. Become like me.
Give yourself to me totally. Allow
the evil to flow through your body,
your mind, your very soul.” Indira bit
her lip, her face scrunched up in a grimace of pleasure as Jeanne
nursed upon
her body, eagerly swallowing her tainted fluids and gulping down the
corruption
which flowed like honey from Indira’s wet slit.
Finally Indira
sensed that Jeanne had consumed enough of her body’s tainted fluids and
forcefully pushed the fallen woman away, making her sprawl to the
ground. Jeanne looked up, her attractive
face twisted
with hunger, and whimpered pitifully from the depths of her throat. She had only begun to crawl back towards
Indira, eager to feast upon the succubus’s nectar once again when she
collapsed
to the floor. Within her belly Jeanne
could feel Indira’s fluids, an almost palpable darkness, but now a
terrible
burning sensation filled her. Jeanne
clutched at her stomach, moaning and writhing as the pain grew
unbearable. Still the agony only grew
until it had spread
to every part of her body. Indira looked
on, her face beaming with evil joy as she watched the attractive FBI
agent convulse
uncontrollably before her as the demoness’s evil permeated her body.
A metamorphosis
began, changing Jeanne from human into something entirely different. Her merely human flesh was altered as the
corruption took hold. Her humanity was
burnt away and with it every imperfection, every blemish vanished
leaving her
with a supernatural perfection which no human woman could ever match.
At the same time
her new demonic nature made itself clear.
She closed and reopened her eyes revealing indigo irises split
by
catlike pupils. Her lush lips were now a
dark blood red and as they parted in a wicked smile her fanglike
incisors were
revealed. Her formerly brown hair fell
in silky auburn waves allowing occasional glimpses of her pointed ears.
As the changes
took place within her body Jeanne’s soul was consumed.
Her mental screams quieted and trailed off as
the consciousness of a new being took form within her mind, a creature
possessing
her memories and skills but composed of pure evil and darkness,
subsuming.
Rising with
sinuous grace that fully displayed the beautiful toned physique of her
new body
the newborn demoness stretched and inhaled her first breath. Her gorgeous body was a living machine,
designed to give and receive sexual pleasure, to be irresistible to any
mortal.
Like the creature
Cynthia had summoned to possess Vicky, the young sheriff’s deputy,
Jeanne had
now become a Succubus, destined to serve the first Succubus from which
her line
descended. Her transformation complete
the creature that had been Jeanne knelt before her creator, her head
bowed in
respect.
Indira looked
down at her newborn succubus, an evil smirk of triumph on her
exotically
beautiful face. Stepping forward she
placed a fine-boned graceful hand upon her servant’s shoulder and
spoke, “You
have tasted willingly of corruption, given your soul to darkness and
sin of
your own free will. Thus I name you Eve
after the first sinner. Rise child of Indira.
Rise and take your place by my side.
Together we shall convert many sisters and the souls of men
shall
sustain us in eternal youth and beauty.”
“Thank you my
Mistress. What is your command?” Eve opened her eyes and smiled at her
creator. Within her there was no longer
anything good or decent. She was now a
creature ruled by hunger and lust, for whom the two would be forever
one and
the same.
Stepping back she
withdrew her fingers from Eve’s sex, ignoring the newly created
succubus’s
whimper of disappointment, and spoke in a commanding tone, “Come, I
tired of
this place. Take me to where I may
feast. Take me to where I may find women
and the souls I desire to quench my hunger.
After that we shall travel to meet our Master, Armakoth.”
“Yes Mistress.” Eve bowed her head
obediently and let an evil
smile curl her lips, “I know just the place.”
As both succubi
left the cabin behind they almost unconsciously adopted the seeming of
the
Malloy sisters, concealing their true demonic nature.
To any observer it would have appeared that
two young woman with an obvious family resemblance walked out of the
cabin,
notable only in that they were both very attractive.
There would have been nothing odd or evil
about them. So it would have appeared.
*****
Iowa
Lin sat alone in her darkened
room. It was late at night and she had
been unable to sleep, lost in thought, even meditation seemed unable to
focus
her mind tonight. Rising from the lotus
position she crossed the room and opened her bag, drawing from it a
long narrow
box made of dark red wood and wrapped in silk and rice paper. The silk and rice paper were covered in
Japanese characters, warding and containing what was inside the wooden
box.
Lin opened the Cherry-wood box, unwrapping
the silk and rice paper, her every movement full of care and caution
for she
knew exactly what was contained within the box.
Opening the box she looked inside, her gaze slowly studying what
was
contained within. The inside of the box
was velvet and a Katana rested within.
An aura of menace clung to the sword.
It’s lacquered sheath was a green so dark as to be almost black. The sword’s hilt was covered with still more
wards, painted on a silk dyed to match the sheath.
Lin knew that this sword was cursed,
filled with the essence of a greater demon lord who had been tricked
and
imprisoned by a mortal man. The young
Asian woman drew the blade free of its sheath with a deadly hiss of
menace, it
almost sounded as if something whispered as she unsheathed the ancient
sword. Lin could feel it within the wards
and layers
of protective and confining spells, whispering to her seductively even
as it
raged within its prison.
Many years ago in China there had
been a brilliant general named Sun Tzu.
His armies had been fighting another demonic invasion, led by a
demon
named Jaklath. This was a demon who
reveled in betrayal and deception, using his ability to possess humans
to bring
ruin and chaos with an ultimate plan to rule the ashes of civilization. Only Sun Tzu’s brilliant strategies and
tactics had thwarted Jaklath again and again.
Realizing that Sun Tzu was the primary obstacle to his conquest,
and a
powerful man in his own right, Jaklath stalked Sun Tzu, jumping from
one host
to another until finally he possessed a courier with an urgent message
from the
Emperor to his most loyal general.
Little did Jaklath know that he had play into Sun Tzu’s hands.
In his travel’s Sun Tzu had
met and befriended a Japanese sword
smith skilled in not only crafting weapons but also in laying powerful
enchantments and spells upon them as they were born in the fires of his
shop. Wielding the sword that Lin now
held in her hands, made ready through the use of spells which had been
ancient
even then, the sword smith had struck down his friend at the moment of
possession, when the demon was still vulnerable as it battled Sun Tzu
for
control of his body. At the moment of
death the sword had drawn both souls into itself, trapping them there
forever.
After entrusting the sword
to the care of a monastery the sword
smith had killed himself, unable to live with having both killed his
friend and
condemned Sun Tzu to the eternal hell the demon would subject him to. The Chinese Emperor had all records of the
war erased and down through the ages even verbal stories of the war
passed into
forgotten history. The only thing left
behind was this cursed blade, a deadly and powerful weapon but one that
could
easily turn in the hands of its user.
Lin steadily regarded the
patina of the sword’s metal as she tipped
it back and forth, its silvery surface gleaming even in the dim light
of the
room. This was the weapon she needed to
defeat the dark forces and their invasion.
She could only hope that it did not consume her as well.
In another room nearby Lopez
sat up in her bed, her dark eyes wide
as she gasped for breath. Yet another
dream had disturbed her sleep. No, less
a dream than a memory. Wiping her sweat
from her brow Josie closed her eyes and lost herself in the memory
which had
awoken her, remembering back to the raid on the special forces arms
depot in
Georgia.
The fighting had ended and the
others were taking crates of weapons and other supplies out to the
waiting
trucks. Sam Bronson had brought Lopez
upstairs to the room where Hunter had found Gina being raped. Ushering her in he had closed the door,
giving Lopez the privacy she would need to dress the young female
victim away
from male eyes.
The attractive young Latino had
gathered Gina’s clothes, still intact for the demons had forced her to
strip
herself before she was raped and reached out to gently take the young
brunette’s hand. Suddenly Gina’s eyes
sprang open, revealing their rich green color, and her gaze swung to
Josie,
riveting her with a direct stare. Josie
had leaned forward, ready to calm the young woman whose last memories
would
have been of a horrible demonic rape. Without
warning Gina’s hands had jumped to Josie’s head and with more strength
than
seemed possible drew her into a kiss, her hot tongue probing invasively
into
the other woman’s mouth. Lopez had tried
to push the girl away, disgusted as she was by the sudden lesbian kiss,
but
still felt the need to be gentle after what Gina had obviously been
through.
Suddenly something far thicker than
a tongue flowed into Josie’s mouth and her body stiffened in shock. Gina took advantage of this moment to wrap
her arms and legs around the Latino pilot, restraining her arms and
drawing her
victim down to the cot. Josie lay
helpless atop the other woman, totally gagged by the demonic organ in
her mouth
and unable to move. Through their close
contact Lopez could feel something unnatural moving within the other
girl’s
belly.
Between Gina’s legs her nether lips
swelled and then parted as a pair of thick tentacles emerged, sliding
out of
her body and dropping thick gobs of clear slime on the cot below. Bending upwards they found the top waistband
of Josie’s pants and hooked downwards, briefly wriggling as they sought
to gain
entrance. Around the tentacle filling
her mouth Josie attempted to scream as she felt the warm, wet tentacles
move
into her pants. Without ceremony both
tentacles made their way down over the soft swell of her pubis and
through the
dark brown curls of her pubic hair before each taking an entrance and
plunging
deep within her body.
Gina had taken her hard and fast,
keeping her gagged by a thick tentacle while watching her wide brown
eyes from
only inches away, drinking in the emotions that flitted through them as
she
faced this unexpected supernatural assault.
Lopez had stared back into the curiously bright green eyes of
her
attacker as she felt thick slimy tentacles burrow and thrust into both
her pussy
and anus. While her cunt felt stretched
by the member invading it the appendage up her virgin ass made her feel
like
she was being torn apart.
Gina didn’t move, the only sound in
the room was the steady squishing noise of the tentacles plunging in
and out of
Josie’s body. Slowly Josie’s eyes had
lost their keen edge of terror, her gaze softening until they were
glazed from
the involuntary supernatural pleasure being forced upon her. Finally they rolled up in her head as Josie
was seized by the heavy internal tug of orgasm, her body seduced by the
carnal
nature of the demonic flesh lunging deep into her vagina.
Josie’s entire being pulsed with
erotic pleasure. She knew what the
demons were. What the results of giving
in to the corruption would be. It didn’t
matter, her nerves were ablaze, burning away all her inhibitions, all
her
morals and self control. All that
mattered was the mind blowing, soul stealing pleasure of thick demonic
flesh
filling her every opening. It felt sooo
good, writhing and twisting like nothing else ever could, touching and
exploring every inch of her inner flesh.
Josie embraced the sensation with a small whimper before moaning
in pure
sexual bliss around the thick tentacle buried in her throat.
Every inch of her body felt
incredibly sensitive as the delightful sensations forced upon her from
the twin
thick tentacles thrusting powerfully into both her sex and her rectum
sent
electric sparks of ecstasy shooting through her body.
The pleasure and heat burned hot in her loins
and her entire being was submerged in the degenerate sensations as they
fucked
her with a relentless pace. Finally the
unholy tentacles swelled and pulsed, pouring tainted seed deep into her
womb
and bowels.
Their task finished the tentacles
drew themselves back within Gina’s body, leaving not a trace of their
presence
behind.
Gina’s
iron grip
held Lopez still as her body shook with a series of powerful orgasms,
reacting
to the thick hot cum which had been pumped deep into her waiting womb. Finally Josie calmed and Gina withdrew the
appendage buried in her throat, the danger of an involuntary scream
causing
their activities to be interrupted had passed.
Recovering from her reaction Josie’s gaze met Gina’s and it was
obvious
to both that the beautiful Latino pilot had been utterly corrupted by
the
experience. Her soul was now firmly
owned by the demons.
Gina relaxed her arms and
legs, allowing Lopez to rise from the
cot. Gina stood as well and quickly
dressed herself, both women exchanging not a single word during the
process,
before lying back down on the cot just as a knock sounded at the door. Josie walked across the room and opened the
door. “Yes.” Lopez
smiled at Sam, “I’m all done here.” Not a
trace of what had happened within the
room could be seen.
Before being corrupted by Gina Josie
had been around Lin enough to know that the ninja was only capable of
sensing
demonic influence in someone when she made a specific effort and
entered into a
trance state. With her dislike of the
female ninja well known it had been quite simple to avoid Lin,
especially when
the young Asian was meditating. Janda,
the old voodoo which was a trickier proposition but her power, although
formidable, was less predictable and focused.
The whispers of her demonic child, starting only a day after her
corruption, had explained to her the necessary rituals to conceal its
presence,
the biggest problem was obtaining the small creatures whose sacrifice
provided
the power need to do so.
A smile curled
Jose’s lips as she reveled in the memories flowing through her mind. Grasping her left breast she began fondling
herself, pinching and tugging at her stiffened nipple while her other
hand
dropped between her legs. Josie began
masturbating,
closing her eyes and delighting in the darkness she could feel lurking
inside
her body and soul. Releasing her breast
she began rubbing her belly as she played with her dripping snatch. Only the very first signs of pregnancy were
visible, her normally flat tummy forming a slight dome above the gentle
swell
of her pubis.
Much had changed since then. With
the assistance of “Momma Janda” the
resistance to the demon threat had grown.
She had been able to verify those free of demonic influence and
proved
invaluable in advising when and how to approach them for recruitment. Their numbers had grown and now they had
established a base of operations on an old Missile silo.
Sold off by the Air Force after the end of
the cold war the secure facilities had been ideal.
Purchased through a series of cutouts by Joe
Walker they were free to organize their plans and train in this
relative
sanctuary.
Despite their growing numbers and
organization they unknowingly had a traitor in their midst, a loyal
follower
and servant to the dark creatures and the desires they had instilled
within her
body and mind. Josie had been careful
not to betray even a hint of suspicious behavior. She
knew that when the time was right she
would be ready to sabotage the efforts of the resistance at a key
moment. Until then she would patiently
incubate the
unholy child within her womb and when it was born find it a suitable
host. Perhaps then it would be time to
make a move
and betray her friends and comrades.
Until then she would wait and watch.
Alone in the darkened room Josie hissed in pleasure as her
fingers and
thoughts of betrayal brought her to a very satisfying climax. As Josie fell back asleep she could feel her
child moving in her belly. Soon she
slept with a small smile of secret satisfaction on her lips.
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