Lying on the demon's soft bed, his body weighing over me, I feel my pleasure mounting again. One hot finger massages my throbbing clit while two more stroke the moist folds of my opening. My own hands are grasping at his dark broad shoulders, holding on to him as if he were my lifeline in this ocean of ecstasy. I'm drowning in it, sinking further into the abyss. My world is melting, becoming one with his, and becoming one with him. Every touch, every miniscule movement of his fingers drags me down further until I am gasping for air. Time holds no meaning, not here, under his body and within his grasp. My lungs scream for air, unable to draw a full breath. My eyes are heavy; the drug-like state he's induced me in has my mouth opened in a soundless scream. In my grateful stupor while he continues to please me, I look for his gorgeous face again, startled to find it so close to mine.
He's been watching me this whole time.
My irregular breathing becomes raspy as I take in his inhuman beauty. I can't believe I was ever afraid of him. His eyes lock with mine and I'm pleased to see that he is enjoying watching me writhe beneath his touch. His firm mouth is turned up in a devastating smile, sharp, pointed canines indenting his lower lip. I cry out and squeeze my eyes shut as a particularly well-placed rub by his fingers sends a charge racing to my heart. My hips buck off the bed and crash into his. The hand placed over my sex moves with me, unwilling to let me take control, affording pleasure only when Asmodeus sees fit. His turgid member slaps against my thigh and I hear my demon king growl. His fingers stop moving and I open my eyes again, breathing hard.
Staring into those wicked red eyes again I see that overwhelming desire I've been feeling, echoed on his face as he looks at me. That hand which has pleasured me so wonderfully withdraws, sliding back up my abdomen. Up it goes; the fingers trailing ever-so-slightly past my navel, tracing the lines of my heaving ribcage and brushing against my tender nipples. All the while, the Demon of Lust stares into my very soul. He knows me, really knows me and I believe he cares for me as well. His hand finally reaches up, knuckles caressing my cheek. I lean into that touch, eyes closed and heart aching, inhaling my own musky scent still drenching his fingers. His thumb comes to rest over my lips while his fingers unfurl to cradle my cheek. I kiss that thumb until it slips away and is replaced by firm lips.
The kiss is slow, deliberate and unbearably sweet. My heart breaks with the sheer beauty of it. This is it. This is what I have waited for, for so long. It's not just the anticipation of my first time – if I had wanted it that badly, any man would have sufficed. No, what I've been waiting for was this, something meaningful and tender.
He breaks away from me slowly, planting a brief peck on my lips again before his body begins to move. The arm which had been holding him up straightens, his thigh slides away from mine as together they help him move lower down the bed. His warm breath washes over my mostly naked skin as his head hovers over my stomach. Soon he's crouched by my legs, hands on either side of my hips, knees straddling my calves, muscled ass in the air and tail lashing playfully. Giving my tummy a quick lick he looks up at me, another wide grin spreading across his dark face.
He grabs my panties again; this time shredding them. The ripping noise and sharp nip of stretched elastic surprises me and my tense body jumps slightly. Tearing away the now useless cotton, he lowers his head further still. As he passes my sex his tongue lashes out and licks my sensitive nub. My hips respond automatically, tilting up to meet his lips. He doesn't give me the satisfaction though, moving further down instead, that long tongue tracing the contours of my inner thigh. He continues his blazing trail, past my knees and down my left calf before he stops at my battered ankles.
During my wrestle with those chains earlier, it was my ankles which bore the brunt of their assault. As the loose strands of Asmodeus' metallic hair sweep over the raw rings of angry flesh, a fresh surge of pain rolls through me. Hearing my hiss at the sting, he quickly laps his tongue over the torn skin. The hair on my arms stand on end at the uncomfortable sensation as the wounds suture themselves closed. With my previously injured body finally fully mended, the demon lifts himself up, kneeling on the bed and looks down at my exposed maidenhood.
"Beautiful," he growls, before dipping this head down to taste my core again, "and delicious."
Inching my up towards me, Asmodeus once again aligns his body with mine. Holding his chest high above mine with one arm, he uses his other to grab my thigh. Taking a hold of my left thigh – just above the knee – with his large right hand, he gives it a near painful squeeze before smoothly spreading it outward. Replacing that hand with his knee, the demon king keeps my thighs apart and positions his groin above mine. His huge member nudges at the entrance of my folds and I clutch at his arms so tightly that my own arms begin to ache, as pure terror grips my heart.
Sensing my fear he waits, using his now free right hand to seize my chin. Forcing me to look at him he stares down at me, all amusement gone, replaced with a serious calm. The tenderness is not lost though and his next words are soft.
"Unfortunately my love, this next part will hurt you. If I could prevent the pain I would, but I cannot unmake a wound which has not already been inflicted."
I shudder in horror and whimper desperately.
"But you said you wouldn't hurt me."
A tear rolls down the side of my face and Asmodeus catches it with a finger before it settles in my ear. He looks at the clear liquid for a second and then puts his finger to his lips, sucking up the salty droplet.
"Is that really what I said?" the question is teasing.
"Yes!" I half-sob.
"Recall, dear one, I told you that I would not intentionally harm you. Certainly it is not my intention to hurt you now. However, what I am about to do will cause you pain and although it is regrettable, it is also inevitable. I tell you this now not to frighten you but rather, to prepare you. It will be a sharp pain – your god made sure that his females had more than one reason to be prudish – but it will be over in a few seconds. After the pain resides, you will experience pleasure like never before, I swear to you that."
That mischievous gleam returns to his eyes.
Oddly, the expression comforts me. Most people would be freaking out right now, but as fucked up as it seems, I trust this demon. Taking a deep soothing breath, I hold it in for a second and release it slowly. As the air leaves my lungs, I feel my tension being purged with it. My body relaxes slightly and I shift my weight nervously.
Taking this as his cue, the demon pushes forward. The pressure at my entrance increases and my body tenses up again.
He's moving in slowly while my heart is pounding frantically. My arousal is high but my fear threatens to overwhelm me. I tighten my hold on his arms as he pulls back slightly then presses a little harder. My body is rigid, but I have to admit, this is going better than I had anticipated. I haven't felt any pain yet. He moves back again. This isn't so bad, I think that if he continues easing his way in slowly I won't feel any pain at-
Suddenly he plunges into me, fast and hard. All hopes of a painless deflowering are banished from my mind as I feel something tear in a secret place within me. Pain the likes of which I have never experienced before cuts me deeply. My body bucks violently and I scream into Asmodeus' chest, tears flowing freely down my face. My fingers dig into his arms and he stops moving completely. My body is tensed so tight it aches and it feels like a lifetime before the pain finally begins to reside.
I lower my back gingerly onto the bed again and all the while the demon waits for me. I'm still sore but that intense first bite of pain is gone. In fact, it's more than gone, it's been replaced and the heat of him filling me so completely is starting to feel… good.
Releasing my death-grip on his arms, my fingers come away wet and sticky. Pulling them up toward my face I realize that my nails have drawn blood. Shame floods through me and I look up at Asmodeus.
"I- I'm so s-sorry," I stammer, still quaking from a mixture of pain and pleasure.
The demon laughs, the movement sending shivers up my body where his meets mine. He wipes away my tears then slides a hand behind my head and lifts it up to meet his, pulling me in for a passionate kiss. It all feels so good, so right; his weight above me, his lips on mine and his luscious heat inside me.
Once again, my hands bury themselves in his hair as his hips begin to move. He lowers my head down again, dipping his own so that our lips are still locked while slowly, slowly he moves inside me, pulling out a fraction of an inch then easing back in. Out one inch and in again, each time he pulls out further and plunges back in harder. With each push, electricity flows through me and soon I'm moaning softly against his lips.
His lips break from mine as my breathing quickens. Planting them in a trail first along my jaw, then down my neck and along my chest; licking the voluptuous mounds of each breast. He settles on my right nipple, sucking on it hard while his tongue continues to lash it in his mouth.
I moan again, longer and louder than before. The stimulation of my, oh-so-sensitive nipples coupled with his gentle thrusting has my orgasm building swiftly. With my fingers still tangled in his hair I tighten my fists and pull him back up to me. For once he follows my lead and brings his face to mine again.
Still moving slowly he kisses me quickly then buries his face in my neck. I link my arms around his broad shoulders in return as he increases his pace ever-so-slightly. My breathing hitches and my body is coiled with pent up sexual frustration. My completion is close, my pleasure lifting me higher and higher with each new plunge from my lover.
He lifts his head from my neck and kisses my chin.
"Breathe, my pet," he reminds me as he feels my body stiffen under his.
The end is so close; I can feel it humming inside me. It takes all my effort to breathe in deeply and breathe out slowly, the tightness in my chest easing slightly, staving off my orgasm for the moment.
Almost as soon as it falls though, I sense it rising again, stronger than before.
My demon's lips are back against my neck and he grunts as he slows his pace again. This frustrates me. I can feel a monster orgasm approaching but every time I get close to the peak, he refuses me. As my body begins to relax he pumps faster. This builds my pleasure again but before it can reach its peak, he slows down again.
I groan loudly, letting out the breath I had been holding. This is torture! Letting me get so close then denying me my satisfaction is beyond cruel and he knows it. I can feel his rumbling laughter in his chest against mine.
Again, he increases his pace, and again my body tenses. Higher and higher, closer to the edge than ever before, my breathing is ragged and shallow. All my mind can register is his steady propelling and the pure bliss it brings. I claw at his back as the pleasure intensifies; reaching a level that he hasn't allowed it to thus far. Please don't slow down now!
"Please!" I gasp out loud, begging for my liberation.
Thankfully, he speeds up this time rather than slowing down and I know I've finally reached the point of no return. A millisecond after I realize this, he nips at my neck with those sharp teeth of his and I'm thrown over the edge.
I moan loudly as the mix of pleasure with just a dash of pain sends my body into overdrive. Again, my torso shoots up off the bed and my arms squeeze around my lover. My legs – which had wrapped around his hips – tighten their hold, pulling him closer, deeper inside me. Convulsions rack my body as I ride my perfect and seemingly endless orgasm. The pleasure is so great that I actually black out for a few seconds, the head rush making me dizzy.
When I finally come down, legs twitching and lungs aching, my tense shoulders relax and I slump back against the velvet sheets, thoroughly satisfied. My arms fall down with me, landing on a soft curtain of my silky black hair. That was incredible.
Still breathing hard I bring my hands down and run them down the muscled contours of his chest, past his abs and I feel the place where we are still connected. Asmodeus has stopped his thrusting, lifting his head and giving me a moment to breathe. I stroke the shaft of his member, near its base, where he isn't buried in me and delight in the reaction this causes. The demon, so used to being in control, grits his teeth and tenses above me and my fingers rub his sensitive skin.
I giggle at this and move my hands faster. He huffs with pleasure and suddenly grabs my wrists with one hand and pulls them away, trapping them above my head. Holding me down, he starts his thrusts again, moving faster than before. The over-stimulation makes me moan, this time with more pain than pleasure but he takes no notice. His teeth bared with the strain, he pounds me harder and faster, his body slapping audibly against mine. Each push produces shatteringly intense bursts of fresh pleasure within me. My legs shake uncontrollably and my vocalizations increase in pitch and volume.
Another orgasm builds on the remnants of the last one. This time, Asmodeus does not try and stop it – he's as eager for the plunge as I am. This pace increases again and he's growling softly now as he comes close. His body stiffens on top of mine and he pulls out almost the whole way before slamming hard back in me. This last plough pulls us both into crashing orgasms, my toes curling at its power and I squirm with delight as his hot seed shoots deep within me. Each pulse of his manhood – now softening inside me – sends another jet of semen into my womb.
When he pulls out, I shudder at the sudden change. It had felt so good having him in me, warming me up and loving me. Rolling off me and onto his bed properly, he drags me with him so that now I'm lying on top of him, the movement causing his seed to trickle down my thigh. Both of us are still panting hard and I rest my head on his broad chest, enjoying the feel of it rise and fall beneath me. I listen to his thunderous heart and it lulls my exhausted mind and body into a state of semi-consciousness.
"Sleep well, my love." These are the last words I hear before my eyes close and I drift into the wonderful darkness that is sleep – right there on his chest – with my head tucked under his chin and his arm still wrapped possessively around my waist.Man Domination deep fuck story STORY: BIG TITS BITCH IMPALED ON WOODEN STAKE IN ASS FUCKED BY SADISTIC GANG
I don’t know how many days had passed since I had been locked in place and was living on nothing but shit and the piss that was put directly in my ass, but finally Sir came in and untied me helped me to my room in the house and put me on the bed. He hooked me up with an IV and began the flow, forcing water and nutrients into my system. He gave me several deep enemas to clean me out. I had passed out from the effort to get to the room and awoke some time later alone with 3 IV bags pushing fluid. A note on the table said if I felt better I could take them out if it was after 5 o’clock, the clock said 6 but I left em in, no sense in not taking em. I watched TV until they were empty, then took out the 2 tubes from my arms, as I followed the third tube I saw it went to my balls, my sack was enormous!! I quickly removed the IV and stared at my now volleyball sized sack; it was firm and felt almost like a tit but was so interesting. I got up and made dinner, walking was quite difficult with the giant sack but I managed. After dinner I felt a lil horny so I figured I’d help myself.
In a drawer I found plenty of sex toys, dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, sounds, and there were a couple sex machines in a closet. This could be fun. Grabbing a fucking machine I set it up on my bed so that I could lay on my back and stroke my massive dick and it would fuck my pussy. I attached the fist to the machine and began working it in me. MMM it was big and I was wet. Finally with a pop it slid in me and immediately gave me an intense orgasm. My pussy clamped tight on it and I moaned. As it subsided I turned the machine on and it began pushing back and forth in me, while I stroked my giant cock. My cock grew and was so hard, both my hands on it, up and down. Felt incredible, meanwhile the machine was speeding up and fisting me harder, coming almost out before pushing in again, ooo my pussy was in heaven, harder and faster it went, pounding my twat. I began to orgasm again, my pussy tightening on the fist but it was not giving up, pounding me again and again, stretching me. I was spraying from my pussy, my cock then erupted all over my face covering me, filling my mouth. It was so intense I lost control of my legs and arms. The fist kept going and going, orgasm after orgasm; I couldn’t move away I was so exhausted. The machine chugged on, using some preset cycle like a treadmill, fisting me again and again, I was screaming and could hardly move except to clench on every orgasm. It must have been an hour before Sir finally came in and turned it off.
I was lying there, covered in my cum, my pussy beaten, throbbing, and damaged, Sir sprayed me with a hose to wake me up.
What the fuck were you doing?! He said
I just wanted to cum once or twice, Sir
Well you could’ve killed yourself you dumb slut. You are going to have to be punished for your stupidity.
Wasn’t that enough punishment Sir?
What? Orgasms? They are never punishment. You get pain and humiliation for punishment you dumb bitch.
Now, follow me downstairs.
I followed Sir down to the dungeon, where he promptly locked my wrists to a chain from the ceiling and my legs were put in a spreader bar. He began tying my tits up with wire, very tight, making them bulge out away from my body, then running the wire down around the base of my cock and then around my sack, keeping it tight (as if the fluid in my balls wasn’t enough). Rope can be uncomfortable but holy hell does wire hurt! He then took the cane and flogged my tits, making me count out each one, I passed out at around 60 I think. Cold water to wake me up again, geez I hate the cold water. Then he attached nipple clamps on my areolas, forcing my nipples out, where he used a hand held sewing machine to stab my nipples many many times. I was screaming in pain, begging for mercy, a knee to my balls shut me up. Then, Master entered.
Stop! He said.
Sir immediately stopped the punishment. What has it done? Master said
Master, it was using a sex machine in its room and didn’t know it was preprogrammed, it was out of control and was hurting the bitch. Said Sir
Ah, Master said, well I think It has learned the lesson, put it on the table.
Sir, released my bonds and the wire and laid me on my back on a table, then left.
Master came to me and said, it is time to put your pussy to good use. He fucked my pussy deep and slow with his massive dick, taking care not to hurt me too much after what the machine did, as I neared orgasm Master let out a scream as he filled my cunt with his jizz, filling my twat, cervix, uterus to the top with so much cum. As he pulled out he hit a button to raise my ass up and let gravity do its job.
Lo and behold I got pregnant, during that time I was not punished physically, though the mental torment did increase, ensuring I knew I was worthless and below them. And 9 months later I gave birth to a healthy set of twins, boy and girl. Master took them from me immediately and I learned will be brought up as he saw fit. (they will be another story)
Finally! Master said. Now I can use you as you deserve again!
Without wasting a minute I was brought into the basement, which stunk to high heaven. It was here I learned that Master had the septic tank, but it wasn’t sealed, or even had a top of any kind.
Get in. he said
I climbed in the shallow pool if shit and piss, which was mostly the consistency of like a Slurpee and about knee deep. He reached up and handcuffed my hands behind my back and ordered me to kneel down, which I did. He pushed a large bucket next to the pool and told me to fill it up, using only my mouth. I bent over and opened my mouth, taking a mouthful of the slurry and transferred it to the bucket, then immediately puking into bucket as well.
Keep goin bitch! Faster!
Again and again I moved the sludge with my mouth, swallowing some here and there, puking into the bucket, which had to be about a 20 gallon bucket. Eventually he told me to stop and get up, I was covered head to toe in the shit, just 2 eyes in a brownish nastiness. He strapped me to a table and said that he is done with me, I have fulfilled my purpose. A tray of weird devices were brought over and he started pushing a catheter into my cock, no lube, just forcing it up , pain threshold no longer mattered, body damage no longer mattered, finally the long catheter was forced into my bladder and a hose was hooked to it. Master hit a button and I heard a pump start. Through the clear tubing I saw brown moving through the tube to my cock.
My god, I thought, hes fillin my bladder with the shit mix.
I slowly pushed into me slowly filling my bladder and stretching it. As it began to hurt from the amount inside me, Master stopped the pump and removed the catheter, I tried to force it out but it was too thick. Next Master opened my pussy with a speculum and using a different hose, began packing my uterus with the shit mix, filling my entire female parts with it, then sewed my twat shut using a large painful needle and wire instead of thread. I was terrified. Master then cut open my tits with a dull knife, excruciatingly painful. I’m screaming as he rips my tits open and removes the implants he put in, then fills the empty space with more shit, again sweing me up with wire. Im in so much pain right now, scared of what is going to happen. Master is laughing, loving every minute. He arranges me on my hands and knees, taking another hose that has a butt plug shape on the end he plunges it into my ass, no regard for pain of course. Then pumps the bulb up, ensuring it will not come out, and attaches some straps to hold it in more.
This is it slut, your final task, I am going to fuck your throat after I turn on the pump, then when I am done, I will leave, and you will be “retired”.
He flicks the switch and moves to my mouth the pump begins pumping the shit mix from the bucket into my ass. He first pisses into my mouth making me drink every drop, then starts fucking my face mercilessly, harder than ever. Forcing his cock into my throat, I feel cartilage breaking he is fucking so hard and going so deep. He then positions his cockhead at the entrance to one lung and jerks himself off, cum floods into my lung as Im and trying to thrash in pain. He pulls out, I have difficulty breathing since I have only one lung now, and am coughing uncontrollably. The pump is still pushing more shit into me. My stomach is bulging and I am filling up more and more. Master smacks me in the face one last time before leaving. I hear the door slam and the lights go out. My body filling more, I can feel so much pressure, I have an urge to throw up, and I realize the shit has reached my stomach. As I begin to retch Sir comes in. He places a plug into my mouth that will not allow anything out of me. He looks into my eyes, smiles an evil grin, and leaves. Alone in the dark, the only sounds from the pump, extreme pain throughout my body, and ……Help mommy torture boys make me fucking cum incest stories fisting mom stories erotic prepubescent incest stories cock torture stories Help mommy torture boys make me fucking cum pissing ‹Watersports photographed pennis torture story pissy peaches Pisses again ped snuff cum stories peach fuzz cover prepubescent pussies