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Be Careful What You Witch For

By: Bacomicfan



Meg O'Donnell was once the picture of sweetness and innocence. However, working in the cut-throat fashion industry for ten years does tend to tarnish one's halo a bit. Besides which, she came from a long line of witches. Surprisingly enough, the actual knack for witchery seems to be, to some extent, genetic, and in Meg's case actually skipped generations for the past several centuries. But never was that talent evident in the men of her ancestry. Only the women had the gift, and only every other generation at that. Her mother and great-grandmother seemed to have neither the inclination nor the talent to cast spells, invoke spirits or even read fortunes. It was just never in them. Her grandmother and great-great-grandmother, however, were proficient in the arts. Her great-great grandmother, Mary Boyne, even created her own coven, the members of which practiced the arts for decades under Mary's leadership until she took ill in her mid-eighties. It was only that illness which forced Mary to leave her beloved coven. Had she remained healthy, she'd have never left her friends and co-worshippers. She loved her dabblings in the arcane arts that much.

Meg's grandmother, Caitlin Murphy, was yet another follower of those beliefs, even more powerful than her own grandmother had been. She often pored over ancient tomes, searching for new discoveries and more ways to assure her family's happiness and prosperity. She rarely cast spells of black magic, but would not hesitate to do so if circumstances called for it. If her family was threatened in any way, the then matriarch would throw caution to the wind to protect those she loved. Thus, only rarely did she invoke dark forces, but most certainly did so without hesitation when she felt her family's well-being was in some sort of jeopardy. She, too, led a coven for decades. And when the time came, Caitlin - sensing her daughter's disinterest in such things, and feeling the power seething just beneath Meg's innocent exterior - began teaching her granddaughter all that she'd learned in her many long years as a witch. And little Meg was a quick study; she soaked up the arcane arts like a mystical sponge.

When Meg's grandmother passed away at the ripe old age of ninety-seven, she bequeathed to her granddaughter all her books and scrolls and potions - which Meg's mother would've objected to had she believed in them and known of their true power. Meg missed her grandma dearly, but accepted the dozens of mystical gifts with her heart full of awe and wonder. Over the years, she read the books and scrolls, dabbled with the potions and spells, all the while remembering her grandmother's warnings and urgings for caution. Meg learned all that she could, eager to explore this strange new world... eager to make her grandmother proud.

Now approaching her third decade of life, the twenty-eight year old Megan O'Donnell was nearly as well-versed in the arts as her grandmother was at her age. And, in keeping with a seeming trend from generation to generation, Meg was at least as powerful as her mentor, and in many ways much more powerful. But, alas, her choices of career and friendships and lovers had conspired to sour her on several aspects of life. Her years in the fashion field had indeed been cut-throat, and her most recent lover had secretly been laying his pipe in the loins of her supposedly best friend at work. She could've dealt with the pressures at her job, but the dual treachery from ex-friend and ex-lover was more than she could bear. Despite her grandmother's leanings toward discretion and caution, Meg's feelings of betrayal led her down a path that there would be no turning back from once she'd begun. Still seething with bitterness, she embarked on a journey that would have very surprising repercussions. 

This story takes place a few months after Meg's discovery of her lover, Rob, and her best friend, Terry, entwined in steamy embrace upon her own bed, naked and heaving against one another like mindless animals in heat. It was the age-old story of lust and deceit. Almost as if playing out some badly written script, she arrived home unexpectedly one otherwise pleasant afternoon and opened her bedroom door to see their sweaty, rutting bodies pasted together in lust, and had nearly fainted from the shock and disbelief. And to make matters even more unbelievable, they - those salivating, groping, sweating fornicators - had the temerity to glare at HER as if SHE was the one who was guilty of some offence... presumably that of having had the AUDACITY to interrupt their illicit coupling! The gall of those cheating bastards! How could she not have seen it in them all along? How could she be THAT blind?

After recovering from her near-collapse, Meg had screamed and ranted and threatened, but in the end could do nothing but throw them both out of her apartment... and out of her heart. Her once gallant lover and her no longer trusted friend simply fixed upon her a stare of utter contempt as they got dressed and left the building... probably to continue their brainless humping at their earliest possible convenience. It took Meg days to get over that initial shock, and the deep feelings of betrayal. She'd lost both a lover and a best friend in one brief instant of time. It hurt - deeply. Only by diverting her mind to the dark arts could she ease that pain. Her magic gave her strength; it's dependable power gave her solace. Her grandmother's use of the arts to protect her family gave her hope, inspiration. And it gave her focus. Slowly, the pain was pushed back, replaced by her mind's workings on a course of action. "Let her have that pencil-dick," she thought, "They deserve each other." She grinned, her eyes sparkled... and she mapped out her plan. Twisted, yes... but it gave her such joy just to consider the delicious possibilities. 

Almost three months to the day from the shocking spectacle of hormones raging out of control on her very own bed, Meg was ready for her seventh conjuring. This would be the best yet. She'd researched her grandmother's dusty old books for yet another candidate, a demon she could depend on, a demon who would do exactly what she wanted done. Her first summoning conjured a demon who had - under her direct orders - raped both her ex-lover and her ex-best friend, fucking them both repeatedly, and forcing them BOTH to blow him several times (Meg giggled at the mere thought of how embarrassing it must've been for the macho Rob to have demon penis erupting in his mouth in front of his skanky whore). This resulted in both of them acquiring simply exquisite cases of genital herpes and clap..and some wonderfully irritating hemorrhoids for her ex-stud, which had him clenching his cheeks tightly almost 24/7 from that night on. Oh, how absolutely precious! And, the icing on this vengeful cake was that when they'd actually been stupid enough to try reporting to the authorities that they'd been accosted by a demon, they very nearly ended up being committed. It was touch and go there for a few days until they recanted their true but unbelievable story. Meg had laughed hysterically when the demon reported back to her every detail of what he'd done to them. It was the first time she'd ever been proud of a demon. Oh, what perverse joy! 

The second demon was even more fun, though not as far as Rob and Terry had been concerned. This second awful brute had again visited the now diseased couple at Meg's bidding, this time doing much more perverse things to them. Suffice it to say that it involved both of them being held captive, bound tightly together in their bathtub naked for hours... and copious amounts of the foulest of demonic bodily wastes. Well, at least they were in the bathtub, where they could clean up afterwards! Meg had howled for a week over that one. Lying in bed alone at night, she'd picture the entire disgusting scenario and laugh until she snorted. And this time, she noted, Rob and Terry had had the good sense not to involve the police. They'd have been put away for sure! That entire escapade had given Meg so much joy that she'd written down the demon's name for possible future use. Before sending him back home to the deep, dark depths of Hell, he'd agreed to "anoint" the treacherous duo anytime Meg called on him. A more amicable and cooperative fellow she could not have asked for, if a tad disgusting.

But that seemed ages ago. She'd enlisted the aid of four other demons since. Now she was on her seventh demonic summoning. She grinned widely at her expectations of how the evening might go. She couldn't wait to get started. All was in readiness. She experienced delicious tinglings as the time drew near. She was eager to begin. 

As with her previous dabblings in demon conjuration, Meg moved all her bedroom furniture to the four walls. In the now open center of the room she drew a circle - exactly thirteen feet in diameter - with enchanted chalk that she'd spoken several mystical spells of power and protection over. Inside the circle, the inverted pentagram, the doorway to chaos - access to Hell and all its despicable minions - was carefully drawn. After all was completed, she again chanted a spell of protection over the entire area. At each of the five tips of the pentagram she then lit and placed one candle, again speaking the spell of protection over each one individually. This latest demon was a particularly powerful one, and she was taking no chances. 

She walked over to her bedside table, which had been placed gainst the far wall next to her bed, which was pushed into the corner. On that table was a large, brittle-paged book, the binding of which crackled dryly as she opened it. She flipped the dusty pages until she came to the page she wanted. She read it several times to be sure it was exactly what she was looking for. Yes, this demon was perfect. Smiling, she licked her lips and made her final decision. Nodding to herself, her grin widened and she chuckled with anticipation. It was time. Everything was ready. Demon number seven, come on down! Meg lit two more candles, placing one on either side of the book of spells and incantations. She didn't bother to turn off the lights. She knew they'd go out on their own when her "guest" arrived. It was one of the ways - along with that oh so distinctive sulfurous odor - that she knew of both a demon's arrival and his departure. So, not turning off the lights was something that was helpful in discerning the beginning and the end of a summoning session. Especially so the end of a session. It told her that a demon had been properly and securely banished back to his dark domain. This she'd learned on her third summoning - or was it her fourth? It had proven very helpful indeed.

As a final precaution, Meg closed her eyes and cast a spell of protection over herself and her apartment. She clutched the amulet around her neck as she spoke the words. "May the gods of olde protect and shelter me against any and all harm this day. Likewise protect my living space and all my earthly possessions. No matter what transpires, protect me from the forces of evil in all their incarnations. Protect me, both physically and mentally, from any and all repercussions as a result of contact with this demon. Let no evil of any kind threaten me or treat me in any way I do not wish. If I do not desire it to be, then it cannot be. So do I request on this night of my seventh summoning. Praise be the gods of olde." Nearly word for word the way her grandmother had taught her. She instantly felt calm and safe. It was a strong spell, and she knew deep inside that nothing could now jeopardize her safety or well-being. If she didn't want it to happen, it couldn't possibly happen. And that spell of protection was a very important thing. From experience, she knew that when you yanked a demon out of his little slice of Hell, he was usually very, very pissed off. 

Now she was ready to bring a very unsavory character into her very own bedroom. She was quite calm, even more relaxed than last time. It seemed that she became stronger and more confident with each summoning. She was becoming a pro at transporting demons into her home. She learned from each one, and by now she was so proficient at it that she knew nothing could possibly go wrong. Her fourth and fifth summonings had had little glitches, but she'd overcome the problems with ease and learned from them. And, to date, her grandmother's powerful spells of protection had kept her completely free from any major harm whatsoever. Her last summoning, in fact, was absolutely clean, devoid of even the tiniest mishap. This one would undoubtedly be the same. She was certain of it.

She again shivered with anticipation. She looked down at the yellowed page before her, feeling a surge of power at what she was about to do. According to her grandmother's book, this was a particularly vile demon, and her plans for him had her almost tittering with nervous glee. She couldn't wait to see if this particular demon was as despicable as his reputation made him out to be. She hoped he was. It would be much more delicious that way.

Raising one hand high over each candle, Meg kept her eyes on the grandfather clock in the corner. At exactly the first stroke of midnight, she lowered her eyes to the dusty tome on the desk before her, reading from it's brown-edged pages and raising her face toward the ceiling, chanting each line loudly toward the midnight sky:

Vin Scrotorum, et Zubinum Fral! Bal-Soggothum, Lustium banal!"

The flames of the candles on either side of the book sputtered and sparked, though those sparks that touched Meg's skin did not burn her. The flames of the candles at the five points of the pentagram fluttered and then rotated counterclockwise. The room lights flickered and dimmed slightly. Meg continued:

"I seek the foul demon called The Great Fornicus. He of Mount Priapus, beyond the Sea of Misery. Hear me and do my bidding. Come to me at once. Obey my command! You cannot refuse me! SHOW YOURSELF NOW!"

One by one the candles of the pentagram puffed out in sequence, then relit themselves in that same order, from that moment on burning ten times as brightly as before. The candles beneath Meg's hands burned a blood red color, made all the more eerie and foreboding when the room lights flickered rapidly and then finally winked out. Yellow and red glowed throughout the room, and Meg held her breath. After waiting a few seconds, she sniffed the air. There it was. Sulfur. Pungent and clinging. The noxious smog of Hell.

She could feel resistance. This was indeed a strong demon. But he was no match for her. Gritting her teeth, she continued with the spell, again shouting at the ceiling:

"Do not try to resist me, spawn of Hell. To do so will have dire consequences for you. Come here at once or suffer my wrath!"

The sulfur smell increased. Glowing blue smoke rose from the pentagram, like a reeking marshland fog. Except for the candles and the glow of the underworld haze, the room was in darkness. An electrical charge permeated the air. Something should've happened inside the circle. But the demon was still resisting. Meg would have none of it.

"Bring your foul carcass to me, demon! Do not risk my anger further! VIN SCROTORUM, ET ZUBINUM FRAL! BAL-SOGGOTHUM, LUSTIUM BANAL! COME AT ONCE OR SUFFER!"

The blue fog roiled and swirled within the circle. Then it turned a blood red color, matching the two candles on the table. The stench of sulfur was almost palpable. An inhuman growl seemed to be rising from the wooden floorboards of Meg's room. She knew the demon was near. The hideous bellow from below rose in volume. It snarled and spat and cursed. It was incoherent with rage, unintelligible and fearsomely ominous. The rantings and ravings of this obviously unhappy being heralded its imminent arrival. Meg wasn't worried. She'd seen it all before. Theatrics, nothing more.

Flames leapt up from the border of the protective circle. Foul black smoke billowed up to the ceiling, where it disappeared as if never having existed. The entire room smelled of sulfur and glowed an eerie yellow-brown hue. Meg heard the words from The Great Fornicus' lips long before she actually saw that foul, curse-belching mouth.

"What the FUCK do YOU want, BITCH!?!" The words boomed from the circle, causing the window panes to rattle in their frames.

The flames died, the smoke cleared, but the stench remained, as did the sickly mustard glow that filled the room. In the center of the pentagram stood The Great Fornicus. And he was not happy. He searched the room with blazing eyes, snarling when they located Meg. "You little earth bitch, what do you want with Fornicus?" His snarl alone would've caused Meg to pass out had she not felt protected. Still, she did shiver a bit, even encased as she was in her silken, ceremonial robe. 

Before answering him, she allowed her eyes to examine his naked form. He appeared pretty much human in physical structure - except for the tiny horns on his head, one just above each ear, and the tiny nub of a tail just above his granite-like buttocks. He towered over Meg at at least seven feet in height. His brown body glistened with sweat. He was muscular in the extreme. That was a common theme among demons, it seemed. Life in Hell was hard, and its denizens invariably had finely sculpted bodies, in a rough, angry sort of way. His chest was massive and strong, even his large, dark nipples dripping demon sweat. His stomach stretched flat and hard from his rib cage to his pubic carpet. His thighs were so muscled that Meg figured he must be able to leap large distances with ease... perhaps something that came in handy in the smoldering terrain of Hell. He had no hooves, but regular, human-appearing feet - something that, for some unknown reason, made Meg feel more at ease. But it was the large slab of demon meat between his legs that wrested her wandering eyes from all else. At first, because of its formidable length, Meg thought Fornicus had a boner, but then she realized that it wasn't fully erect. But, even in its semi-flaccid state it was a good twelve inches in length. Meg shuddered to think of it's total length and girth at full engorgement. A fearsome thought, yes... but, then, why did she get such a guilty tingling between her thighs? Why did she suddenly find it hard to breath? Why was her heart racing where it hadn't been before?

"Answer me, bitch," he groused, "why the fuck am I here? And talk fast, or I'll put that pretty mouth to a much more pleasant use instead."

"Don't you DARE threaten me, demon," she snapped, her voice cracking but trying to maintain an authoritative tone. "I have need of your services. I need you to do something for me." Her eyes met his, and didn't back down.

"You stupid cunt," he growled, "I was having my way with not one, not two, but THREE of Hell's finest sluts. How dare YOU interrupt my fuck time! If you don't send me back right this second, I'll fuck YOU as many times as I'd planned on fucking all three of them! Am I making myself clear?" He was, but Meg didn't even flinch. She had faith in her powers, and in the teachings of her grandmother.

"You are in no position to make demands, demon. You didn't have the power to resist my summoning, and you don't have any powers that can resist any other commands I give you, either. You are here to do MY bidding, as I see fit. So, stop your growling and posturing and prepare to do as you're told!"

This did not sit well with the irritated Fornicus. His skyward roar rattled more than just the windows. The very walls and floor vibrated with that bellowed anger. When he looked back down at Meg, his eyes were like burning coals. "You fucking earth bitch. You simpy little spell-chanting slut. You're too young to have much power. I could step out of this puny circle and rip your heart out... and then laugh as I forced you to eat it. I could..."


Be Careful What You Witch For



We were going to see a witch. At least that's what Robin said. She had met a woman at the library who claimed to be a witch. That was all it took. Now we were on our way to a seance, or a spell casting, or some other strange, arcane rite.

A long time ago I'd found out it was best to humor Robin when she went off on these little tangents. Computer lessons, yoga, gardening classes, aerobic workouts. The list was long. Now witchcraft. Why not?

Robin led the way down the hallway on an upper floor of an older, but still impressive apartment building. The carpet was clean and unworn even in front of the elevator. The rest of the decor was of similar high standard. Nothing too ostentatious, but everything showed well maintained quality.

Witchcraft must pay better than teaching school, I thought to myself. Meanwhile, I enjoyed the view of my wife's tight little blue-jeaned butt as we walked down the hall.

With one more look over her shoulder to make certain I wasn't lagging behind, Robin stepped to a door and knocked firmly. I guess I expected a witch to be a haggard old crone, but the woman who answered the door was anything but that. I tried not to gape with my mouth open, but it was hard. Robin introduced a vision of loveliness as Veilalla.

Robin is a little on the short side, and with her thin body and shoulder-length blond hair, she is frequently mistaken for a teenager instead of a married woman in her late twenties. Once my friend Greg told me I didn't deserve such a cute wife, but I rather enjoyed the way Robin was able to capture male eyes when she walked into a room.

Veilalla was an almost complete opposite. She was tall and dark complected. Her lustrous mane of black hair reached almost to the small of her back. Her eyes were piercing, and high cheek bones gave her an exotic look.

Have I mentioned her figure? Veilalla had a body that was absolutely captivating. High, full breasts seemed to strain under the material of her short dress. Her legs were long an shapely all the way down to her bare feet.

I tried not to stare, but when she extended her hand to me, I was able to look down, to her hand and admire the flare of her hips barely covered by the material of the dress. Her hand was warm and firm. I repressed an urge to bring her fingers to my lips for a kiss, but it also seemed as if her touch lingered just a little longer than necessary before she released my hand and stepped back.

"Come in," she said. "Jay, Robin has told me so much about you, I feel like I've know you for a long time."

Feeling a little dumb-struck with Veilalla's beauty I managed to blurt, "You're a witch?"

Robin poked my arm and started to say something which would probably contain the word "blockhead."

Instead Veilalla laughed. "Expecting something from Macbeth perhaps? Of course I'm a witch. That's why you came this evening. And call me Vi. Everyone does."

So what does one do when you walk into a coven brimming over with satanic rites? You sit on the couch, have drinks, and talk about the weather. At least that's what we did.

Vi made us comfortable on the sofa and served us both a rum punch she mixed from a small but well stocked bar. I knew I'd babble like a fool if I got going, so I let Robin and Vi do most of the talking. Slowly I began to relax and enjoy the give and take between my wife and the gorgeous "witch." Vi seemed to have just a trace of an accent, but I couldn't place it.

Their conversation turned to a clinical discussion me. I began to get distressed and embarrassed as Robin related some of my recent failings in the bedroom. At least that's what she called them. I'd been working hard lately, and some nights I just wasn't in the mood to do the hot-n-heavy before going to bed. Even when we'd been dating, Robin had been the one that initiated most of our sexual sessions. Still, it distressed me to hear her telling her beautiful friend these intimate details of our life.

"So, Jay. Do you not want to please Robin?"

"Of course I do." Embarrassed, I was a shade too emphatic.

"Good. Then you would let Robin control your sex life?"

"She already does, for crying out loud."

"Not completely. She would like to be completely satisfied, and for that, you would have to surrender your control."

I shrugged. What was the difference? "Sure. Why not?"

Vi smiled at me, and I almost melted on the spot. "Good," she said. "I think you will really enjoy this."

She turned and took Robin by the hand and led her over to a table half covered with old books. I started to get up to follow, but Vi gestured with her left hand which was behind my wife, and suddenly I found I couldn't get up off the couch. I could move around physically. Nothing seemed to be holding me down. I just couldn't summon the energy it would take to get up.

Vi took another glance my way, and, when I looked into her eyes, I found I wasn't worried about not getting up. I was just content to sit there and watch them put their heads together over an old book in the middle of the table. Their voices were low, but I could hear the occasional questioning tone in Robins voice. Finally I heard her say, "That's it?"

"See," Vi replied, "It's all unlocked by the gestures after you've made the connection."

"So all I'll have to do..." Robin still seemed uncertain.

"That's all, but first we have to make the connection," Vi assured her.

"How do I do that?"

"You have to build up a charge of energy in your body, but I'll help with that. First we have to relax and get ourselves ready." Vi led Robin to the middle of the room and knelt on the thick plush carpet. "Here. First we need to do some relaxation exercises. Kick off your shoes, and we'll start with some stretching."

Robin sat down on the floor, undid her running shoes, and stuffed her socks inside them. "Oh, this carpet feels good on my feet," she exclaimed curing her toes into the carpet.

Vi smiled. "That's why I chose it. I love to go around bare, and I just love the way it feels."

They both giggled over Vi's revelation then Vi positioned herself behind Robin and began to rub her neck and shoulders.

"Ah," Robin sighed. "That feels good."

"Exactly. Now we begin by getting you relaxed and in touch with your body." Vi encouraged Robin to roll her head around while she kneaded her shoulders. "Stretch your arms out to either side."

Robin lifted her arms, and Vi slowly worked her way along them kneading and stretching the muscles.

"Now you do me. We have to both be prepared." Vi turned her back, and Robin scooted around where she could reach the taller woman's shoulders.

"Take it slowly, and let your fingers feel the spots of tension then rub them. Ah, yes. That's right. You are doing wonderfully."

Robin slowly massaged the muscles of Vi's shoulders then ran her fingers up her neck and into her long black hair. "I see what you mean," Robin said. "Rubbing you I can almost feel energy from you flowing into my fingers."

Vi turned and smiled. "Exactly. You want to rub more of my shoulders? Here let me open this a little." She undid buttons at the front of her dress and shrugged it off her shoulders. It dropped to her waist, and she sat there with only a thin, almost transparent blue bra covering her large breasts. I could only catch a glimpse of them since she was turned away from me, but I could feel my interest increasing.

Robin looked a little surprised, but continued rubbing with her hands now sliding over Vi's shoulders, down her arms, and across her back.

Finally Vi sighed and turned around. "That feels so good, but I'm being greedy. Would you like me to rub your back like that?"

"Do you want me to..." Robin's voice trailed off and she looked at me. I offered a stupid little smile as my wife as Vi reached for Robin's neck and began to rub.

"Of course. It's a little embarrassing for me to be sitting here the only one with skin showing. Besides, we both need to be open to contact that helps us build the charge. Clothing gets in the way."

"I heard witches go naked when they..."

"Cast spells?" Vi finished with a chuckle. "It usually helps. Besides," she said staring intently at Robin, "It's just you an me. Right?"

Robin turned to meet her gaze and held Vi's eyes for a long minute. She smiled. "Yeah. I want this to be done right."

Paying no attention to me now, Robin started to undo the buttons of her blouse. Vi helped her with the sleeves, and as Robin laid it aside, the dark haired woman rubbed Robin's shoulders, ran her hands up her neck, and slowly lifted her blond hair and trailed her fingers through it.

Closing her eyes, Robin leaned back towards Vi and sighed. "Yes, that's better."

I was a little surprised when Robin reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra and tossed it away. "Yes," she repeated. "Much better." She was swaying a bit from side to side as Vi rubbed her back. Robin gathered her hair in her hands and held it up giving the other woman easy access to all of her back.

Vi responded by slowly rubbing her hands all over Robin's back and sides. Robin was facing me. Her pert little breasts with their pale nipples almost seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. I could also see those little pink nipples contract as Vi's hands grazed the sides of her breasts. They continued like this for some time with Robin making little noises of approval as the other woman found spots of tension and slowly but firmly worked them out.

Finally Robin turned to face the other woman. "Now I'm the one not being fair. Here, let me do you too."

Smiling, Vi removed her wispy bra, then rocked back slightly to slide the rest of her clothing off over her hips. She tossed them in a little pile to the side and turned back to Robin. Vi was dazzling in the nude. The raw sexuality of her lush, unclothed figure drew my eyes like a magnet.

Robin scooted behind Vi and began rubbing her shoulders while Vi gathered her hair and held it out of the way. Robin was rubbing her hands down the sides of Vi's torso when I saw the dark haired woman shift slightly to the side so Robin's hand travelled along the side of one large, dark-nippled breast.

"Oh, you like to rub my little girls?"

Robin almost drew her hand away in embarrassment, but then stroked a little farther and trailed her index finger over the woman's erect nipple. "Yes," she sighed. "Yes I do. And they're not little. Just big and soft." She paused a moment while she brought her other hand up and began rubbing Vi's other breast trailing her fingers over both nipples now. She continued a little hesitantly, "I can feel a sort of a tingle in my fingers when I rub your nipples."

"Yes," Vi smiled. "You are starting to feel my energy building up. See how you are making them stand up nice and tight? You are doing that. You are building energy in me that we will need."

My wife was fully involved with rubbing Vi's breasts and shifted a little to one side to get a better angle.

Vi turned into her so they were facing and placed her hands on Robin's shoulders. "And what about you? Now we need to build your energy some more."

Robin groaned. "Oh yes, please!" as Vi's hands travelled down her chest over her much paler nipples.

Sitting facing my wife, Vi reached out and placed Robin's hands on her shoulders. My wife responded by kneading her shoulders and rubbing along her arms.

Robin stopped and undid the clasp of her jeans. She struggled just a bit with her tight clothing, but with a little help from the other woman, Robin was soon naked too. She sat back down facing the other woman, and Vi took her hands and held them.

Scooting forward until their knees touched, Robin's tutor in the art of witchcraft took Robin's hands in her own and rested them together on their knees. "Now close your eyes and just visualize our bodies sharing energy. Close them now," she encouraged, "Concentrate on the feeling. Do you feel the flow?"

Robin's brow wrinkled in concentration. "Yes, I think I can feel something."

"Good. That's your charge building up. We have a ways to go yet, but it is developing."

Robin opened her eyes and looked at the dark haired woman. "Yes, I can feel it building in me." She looked down at her breasts then cupped them in both hands. "I can especially feel it right here," she said pinching her nipples. Startled, she chirped, "Oh!" then rolled them with her fingers. "That feels so good!"

Vi reached out and stroked her hands up Robin's sides, and the young girl responded allowing the older woman access to her chest. As Vi stroked, Robin's sighed every time her nipples were touched. I could see they were crinkled and tight.

Vi now dominated the action leaning into Robin a little as she stroked allover my wife's upper body. My erection had developed as soon as their clothes had come off, and it was now ripe and stiff in my pants. However, my lassitude continued. I enjoyed the feel of my cock pressing hard against the cloth, but I just couldn't seem to summon the ambition to free it and join in the party.

"Now let's see if we are about ready." Vi leaned a little closer to Robin so that their nipples were just inches apart. Vi's pushed her larger breasts together so the her nipples matched Robin's then leaned forward until they just touched.

I thought I saw a little red spark dance between their puckered nipples, but was distracted by Robin's shriek of pure pleasure. "Oh, my god! I just had an orgasm right there on my nipples. I've never felt like that before."

Before Robin could lean in further to try to recapture the feeling, Vi chuckled a little and moved away. "Yes, you are coming along well. I think we are ready to move on to the next level of energy. We have developed as much sexual charge as we can between ourselves. Now we need to involve the other sex to really build the energy level. Are you ready?"

"Oh, yes. Please? What can I do?"

"You will enjoy this next part, Robin. Now you must do the dance with men to accumulate the energy you will need to make the connection with your husband."

With that reminder, Robin turned to look at me for the first time in many minutes. On a theoretical level, I knew I should rip off my clothes and join them on the floor. Instead, I just sat on the couch and mustered a smile — quite an effort of will on my part.

"Ah, him. Yes, he will be a part of this, but not yet. First we must get you charged and ready with some of my friends.

"Gunter? Hans? Come out now and join us," she called.

A door opened down the hall to what I assumed was a bedroom. Two nude men walked out into the living room and stood quietly by the women. The men were both good looking and well muscled. However, they appeared to be passive. They gazed vaguely in the direction they were heading, but didn't look at the women in front of them.

When the men appeared, Robin, surprised, tried to cover her nakedness, but as she saw they were ignoring her, she dropped her hands and turned to Vi in puzzlement. The older woman smiled slightly.

"These are both mine. I will show you how the call works, then they will help you build your energy for bonding your husband."

She gestured to the taller of the two men who was standing slightly closer. He stepped nearer and she reached up and took hold of his flaccid member. "When you want to have sex, just take his penis so." She took his glans between her thumb and forefinger and stretched his organ out straight.

"Now circle it with your other fingers like this." She ringed the unresponsive member with her hand pressed against the man's groin.

"Now slowly draw it out to the tip, and you are ready for fun." As she moved her hand away from his body, a surge of swelling followed her fingers. By the time she reached the end, his cock stood away from his body, erect and ridged.

She smiled at Robin. When we're done, you can do the same thing to your husband. You can have all the fun you want. When he has his little orgasm, all you have to do is pull him again, and he will be ready to go. You can go all night if you want. He will always get hard for you.

Robin tore her gaze away from the stiff red organ just in front of her eyes and looked at the other woman with wide eyes. "Always?"

She nodded. "You will control his arousal and take your joy just as I control these two." With that she waved the second man over to her and repeated the move.

"Now the fun part. Robin, you get in front of Gunter and take his cock in your mouth. Hans, come around and take her from behind.

She addressed the men. "You know what to do with her. Just be sure you don't come while you are inside her. We must make sure she remains at her peak."

As I watched with passive interest, Robin took hold of the man's cock in front of her face, but turned to watch the other, Hans?, as he approached her from behind. I could tell Robin was aroused not only because I could see her tense, hard nipples, but I could also now see the lips of her sex puffy, red, and ready for sex. Moisture glistened between them.

Robin sighed as his cock glided up between her legs and entered her with no resistance. Smiling with pleasure, Robin turned back to the cock in her hand and took it into her mouth. Impaled at both ends, she quickly fell into a rocking motion between the two.

Once Vi saw Robin was fully engaged, she stepped over to me. "Well, now it is about time for you to get into the act. You can stand up now. Why don't you take off your clothes?"

I no longer felt passive. In fact, I was more than eager to get involved. I quickly stood up in front of the naked woman. Vi was a stunning beauty, and she had asked me to take off my clothes. My fingers were fumbly in my impatience. I could hear Robin moaning around the cock in her mouth as the other man stroked into her pussy from behind.My attention, however, was focused on the dark goddess in front of me.

"Ah, you've got a nice big one. Robin will have a most worthy tool."

As I reached for her, she knelt on the floor facing Robin and the two men. "Take me from behind, too. That way you can watch your wife at the same time."

I got down behind Vi. Her legs were spread in welcome. Her hips were more rounded and luscious than Robin's athletic build, and my cock nestled comfortably in between. She reached back to guide me to her moist, waiting pussy, but just before she let me enter her, she squeezed the head of my cock firmly.

"We wouldn't want you to get carried away before the main event, now would we?"

What? I didn't really care at that point but pushed inside her as soon as she relaxed her grip. Her vulva was incredibly warm and felt wonderful. I reveled in my first long, slow strokes then gradually began to build up the pace.

As I watched Robin, I could see she was frantically excited. She was usually a little reserved and undemonstrative about her pleasure during sex, but she wasn't holding anything back now. Was I imagining things, or could I see little red sparks dancing around her nipples? I couldn't see what was happening where the men's cocks were penetrating her, but by the way she twitched and mewed with pleasure, I could imagine that she might be feeling more of the dancing sparks in those areas as well.

I increased my tempo to match the hot threesome in front of me, but I began to notice something peculiar. Normally, I would have felt the first sense of building to an orgasm. Fucking a gorgeous woman while watching my wife get the railing of her life should have had me on the brink in no time. My cock felt wonderful as I stroked it in Vi's snug pussy, and I felt no urge to slow down. On the other hand, I wasn't getting any of that lovely pre-orgasmic tension. I felt pulses of warmth and sensation around my crotch, and I looked down. Was that a little spark of two of red?

I heard Robin's loud moan as the man in her mouth pulled out and began to ejaculate onto her back. The man at the other end followed suit, and Robin soon had white drops of semen dripping off her back onto her legs. She made inarticulate sounds of pleasure as she rubbed the creamy substance all over her body.




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Gunter and Hans turned and quietly left the room. There must have been a back door to the apartment or something because we never saw them again.

Robin, on the other hand, was not leaving quietly. She turned, licking the cum from her hands, and watched as I fucked Vi from behind. Her eyes were wide and red hot. It was like watching a tigress approaching her prey as she came to us still on her hands and knees.

Abruptly Vi jerked forward pulling off of my cock. She turned around, took my erection, and once again squeezed the head of my cock. "Now is the time for you. Take your wife."

As predatory as Robin looked, I was inflamed for her and took her from behind almost savagely. She howled in response to my urgent thrusts and pushed back just as hard. My cock now responded in its familiar fashion. I felt my orgasm building.

Beside us, Vi reached out an put one hand on Robin's head and the other on mine. Her right nipple bobbed almost within reach of my mouth, but I scarcely noticed so intent was I on fucking my wife. With her hand on my head, however, I felt like I could almost sense Robin's overpowering excitement. It pulled me along as I felt a savage surge of orgasm starting in my toes and ripping through my whole body.

The eruption of pleasure was so extreme, I must have blacked out for a moment. When I returned to myself, I was still reflexively stroking into Robin while she moaned and pushed back. I could feel my dick starting to go a little soft. My orgasms were usually multiple spasms of pleasure, but this one had been a true explosion of incredible orgiastic sensation.

With a sigh, I dropped back, and my cock slid out of Robin with a little pop. She turned to me with a little whimper and an accusing look. Unfortunately, my balls were completely empty. I wanted nothing more than to lay lack, catch my breath, and have another cold drink.

Vi came over and stroked my face. "Ah. Done so soon? Did you enjoy it?"

Making conversation was about the last thing I felt like doing, but I managed, "Yeah. Shit. Wow. What a feeling."

She smiled. "I think Robin needs some more attention." My wife was now at her side.

"Yeah, well ladies, you'll have to give me a while. That took a lot out of me. Why don't you go have some fun between yourselves like you were before. Maybe in a while I'll feel up to another round." My eyelids were getting a little droopy, but I tried to still look interested.

Vi looked at Robin and smiled. "Oh, I think she needs you right now, don't you, Robin?" She gestured to me, and Robin leaned forward a little uncertainly.

Robin looked back at the older woman, and Vi nodded.

"Just like I showed you. He's all yours.

Robin took the end of my deflated cock between her fingers and stretched it out. I was so whipped, I just watched in idle curiosity.

She circled the thumb and forefinger of her other hand around the base of my cock in amongst the black curls of my public hair. I felt an unexpected surge of heat. The blood flowed swiftly back into my cock once more, and I watched in horrified fascination as it swelled behind her fingers as she slowly slid them down the shaft. An intense, liquid fire of passion followed.

By the time her fingers slipped off the end, my erection was complete and throbbing. Vi gave her a knowing smile, and Robin beamed in return. Robin said, "He's ready, and if what you say is true, there should be enough for both of us before the night is over."

Vi stroked her cheek with her hand. "Exactly right, my little student. We will have a good time with him."

In the back of my mind, what little was left of my rational brain was screaming for help. What had I gotten myself into? However, the rest of my mind was totally inflamed by the two nude women in front of me. My cock was hot, hard, and ready. I needed to fuck someone, no, both of them. I wanted to do it all night long.



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"Do it then," she interrupted. "Go on, rip my heart out... if you can."

Another growl, even more rage. But, there was also a note of resignation in that howl. Old Fornicus was accepting his fate. He continued to fret and fume, posturing for effect, but he realized he was trapped. "All right," he sneered, "so what chore does the little earth slut want me to do?"

"That's better," she said, which rankled him even further. "now stop growling and listen. If you do this for me as soon as I finish giving you the order, then when you complete your task you can come back here and I'll send you right back to your three whores. Agreed?"

A long, slow growl rose from his gut. Clearly he didn't enjoy being ordered about. And he was looking at Meg in a way which suggested that he might get even greater pleasure from plundering HER charms than those of the willing concubines of Hell. Still, he relented, "All right, bitch... what do you need done?" Another guttural growl, this one lasting nearly a full minute, rolled from his throat.

"I need you to visit some people, some ex-friends of mine. Once you're there, I want you to get revenge on them for me."

"Revenge? In what way? Give me specifics, girl. I don't want to come back and then have you keep me in this rotten place just because you say I botched the job. What should I do to these poor, unlucky humans? Do give me details, please, my powerful Mistress." Sarcasm dripped from every snarled word, and his exaggerated, flamboyant bow of humility looked ludicrous in the extreme. 

"Well," Meg sounded flustered, "whatever it is you demons do to people. I don't know... rip out their eyes, break their bones, use them as punching bags, take a leak on them, rip out their hearts - you seem fond of that one. Hang them up by their genitals, yank out their fingernails and toenails. Whatever! Be creative. Just make them miserable. But don't kill them. I want to be able to torture them again and again and again."

Fornicus' eyes grew very wide. He stood up tall, even arching his back. His arms went out wide to his sides and he bent his neck back, aiming those wide eyes at the ceiling. It started out soft at first, but then grew in force. Fornicus was laughing. It reached a window-rattling crescendo as he bellowed his laughter to the sky. His entire body shook with the force of it. To Meg, it sounded about as foul as anything she'd heard in years. And it grew louder by the second, it's cacophonous rumbling clawing savagely at her ear canals. Fornicus laughed long and hard before looking back down at the astonished Meg, his wide eyes now filled with tears of laughter.

"Are you fucking stupid?" he asked at length. "Don't you have a clue what kind of demon you've summoned?" He seemed amused beyond words.

"Why, a demon's a demon," she stammered, "You all rape and maim and kill, right?" Her bewildered look sent Fornicus into another bout of raucous laughter.

"You stupid, earthbound cunt," he said finally, "not all demons rip hearts out and gouge out eyeballs. There are different types of demons, you vacuous little harlot. You didn't know that? Well, maybe you should go back to your books and get some knowledge in that sieve-like brain of yours before you summon a demon again. Oh, you really are too much!" More laughter, escalating to the point where Fornicus doubled over, racked by peels of hideous laughter.

"Don't you DARE laugh at ME, demon! You're MY prisoner... and you do as you're TOLD! You obey MY commands!" Meg trembled with her anger.

"Listen to ME, you moronic bitch!" he hissed back at her, his laughter instantly gone, "I'm what's known as a LUST demon. I don't break bones or yank out fingernails. What I do is FUCK people to death. Yes, that's right. You see this incredible cock?" He fondled his huge member, which got Meg's attention immediately. "This fat,.juicy dick can fuck someone to the point where they just curl up and die. THAT'S what I do. I can come a thousand times and never even get winded. Each orgasm just makes me want another. That's my curse. I'm never satisfied for more than a few minutes. So, if you want me to FUCK your ex-friends to death, I can do that. But, the point is... I fuck them TO DEATH. I can't stop fucking until my partner is dead, or until I have a new partner. Sometimes I even keep fucking the dead carcass. But my fuck-buddies, be they male or female, never survive. And you seem to want to leave your victims still breathing. I'm not your demon, you brainless whore. So, send me back to my Hell bitches. They're the only ones who can survive carnal pleasures with me. C'mon, now, I'm tired of this stupidity. I'm hornier than Hell itself, and if I don't fuck something soon, I'm going to take it out on you."

"Oh, really? And just how do you plan on doing that, oh Great Fornicus?" Meg seemed irritated herself now, matching the demon's sarcasm with her own. "You talk a good story, but you actually expect me to believe that you FUCK people to death? Give me a break! You don't look so 'great' to me. 'Great' Fornicus, indeed! Your dick is only slightly bigger than my ex-boyfriend's was, and I called HIM pencil-dick! Of all the legitimate demons I could've conjured, how could I have picked such a goddam useless loser like you?"

Fornicus roared, his entire brown body trembling with rage and glowing a menacing amber color. His eyes again became red coals, fiery slits of hate. He snarled incoherently, crouching in an obvious attack stance, but, alas, he had nowhere to go. He was trapped within the protective circle. Flames leapt up around him, foul smoke filled the room before dissipating as it had done before. And throughout the pyrotechnic display, Fornicus ranted and bellowed, snarled and raged. His eyes were lethal daggers, his body taut and ready to pounce as he paced about the tiny circle. He was frustrated and angry, and he wanted so badly to get his hands on Megan. He glared at her vilely, his lips curled back in a malicious snarl. How he wanted to feel her soft, yielding flesh. How he wanted to do what he does best... fuck this insolent little bitch to an agonizingly orgasmic death.

Meg shivered when she saw what appeared to be a disturbing by-product of his demonic rage. His semi-flaccid penis was no more. In it's place was a screaming, throbbing demon hardon. His swollen demonhood was easily a foot and a half long and as thick as a cucumber, bobbing impatiently above a scrotal sack that looked like it housed twin baseballs. As that angry penis enlarged by the second, so, too, did that hairy bag of testes. Clearly, his needs were urgent. It was imperative that Meg send his rotting, rutting soul back to Hell. But, her eyes couldn't force themselves from the sight of that oversized demon dick and the juicy danglers below it. She eyed them almost with awe. Again her pulse quickened. Again her breathing apparatus nearly failed her. Again she marveled at Fornicus' formidable member.

And that delay proved to be her undoing.

Fornicus was like a caged animal, pacing and eyeing Meg as if she were his next meal. As he paced and drooled and tried desperately to think of some way to shove his cock into this meddling earth whore, his eyes searched the room vainly for something - anything - to help him break free of the damned circle and fuck Meg until she collapsed dead on the floor. His raging cock bobbed up and down as he moved to and fro in the circle, it's lack of release irritating and angering him more by the second. He grabbed that throbbing muscle and began stroking it, such was the extent of his frustration. But it was when he actually looked down at his miserably neglected penis that his mind rejoiced. He didn't believe his eyes at first, squinting them to get a closer look, hope rising within him ever so tentatively. But then he realized with a sick laugh that it was true. His torture was over! Freedom was just one quick move away.

Yes, there it was! His cock's salvation! His escape! His release from carnal torment! His means of getting his pounding erection into Meg's every orifice, over and over again, filling her to the point of bloating with his vile, demonic semen. His laughter again echoed throughout the room as he looked at the floor, at the fatal flaw in Meg's plan. Drool dangled from his lower lip as he eyed the protective circle with astonished disbelief - followed by twisted joy. He leered at Meg, whose face was awash in curiosity - and then returned his ecstatic gaze back to the floor. With the back of his hand, he wiped that drool from the bottom of his malevolent grin. His lungs wheezed out a grotesque, barely audible, victorious chuckle. 

Megan followed Fornicus' line of sight and saw what he was looking at. She looked back up into his smoldering eyes, and saw the victory that filled them. His depraved smile was beyond twisted, beyond sick. He smiled all the more wickedly, knowing that Meg could do nothing to stop him from escaping the circle. His grin was so vile that it left a greasy feeling on every inch of Meg's suddenly prickling skin. She looked at him and shivered. She knew that she was about to find out just how strong her spells of protection would be in keeping her safe from permanent harm. 

Because, at that very moment, the leering, lecherously drooling Fornicus was calmly and confidently stepping out of the protective circle... Before Meg could move an inch, Fornicus stabbed out a long, muscular arm, his strong fingers wrapping around her throat so fast that she never even saw them approaching. The salivating demon growled from deep within his massive chest again, though this time it sounded more like a purr of satisfaction. The growl ebbed to a low gurgle in his throat as he took two more steps toward the now captive Meg, that gurgle rumbling out from between obscenely smiling lips.

"Hmmm... seems the little earth bitch fucked up, huh?" His fowl grin showed a mouthful of teeth, surprisingly straight and white for a demon.

Meg, of course, couldn't reply. She was barely able to get air into her lungs between the tightly clenched fingers of her captor, let alone use that air to form words.

"Poor little girl," the demon said softly and sarcastically, "seems you screwed up big time. Not very good at conjuring, are you, slut?"

Meg's eyes met his without flinching. But, inside, she was praying that her spell of protection would keep her from serious harm. Still, she refused to let this hulking beast from Hell know she was frightened out of her wits. That ruse was a very difficult one for her to manage, but, miraculously, she pulled it off.

"Let me show you something, you stupid cunt," Fornicus said in words that foreshadowed something ominous. By her throat, the bulky demon dragged Meg over to the encircled pentagram, in much the same manner as a child would carelessly drag a stuffed toy. She kicked and squirmed in his iron grip, clawing at his meaty paw as he pulled her easily across the wooden floor. When he finally stopped, he pointed at the circle, a gurgling laugh rising from his diaphragm as he said with twisted glee, "The circle has to be complete, bitch, or the spell of entrapment won't work. Look here, my soon to be concubine, and see where you fucked up. See this missing spot right here, this tiny little break in the circle? What happened, did your weak little above-world fingers get tired? Did they drop the chalk before you completed the circle? Or did you just stupidly walk across the chalk with your clumsy little witch feet and break the circle? Are you just a weakling, or some kinda gimp who can't walk worth a shit?" He laughed loudly. "Doesn't matter to me, of course, because I'm free. But," he leered, lifting her off the floor so that her face was mere inches from his own, "it's gonna matter a LOT to you in a few minutes, sweet cheeks. Cuz ya see, I'm gonna fuck every hole you have until you're a quaking, drooling mess on the floor. I'm gonna rip you open with my cock and leave your cum-covered carcass for your friends or family to find. You, my sweet, are going to pay for dragging me away from my whores... and for every order you barked at me... and for the very INSULT of thinking yourself my better. You, you retarded bitch, are going to be fucked all the way to your grave I hope your little revenge gambit was worth it." 

He opened his hand, releasing her reddened neck. Meg fell heavily to the floor. But before she could recover her wits, Fornicus again seized her, this time by her flowing red hair. He dragged her to him as if she were weightless. When she was directly in front of him, he yanked her hair upward, lifting her grimacing face from the floor, but only by a few feet. He held her head at a most advantageous altitude, waiting for her to realize what was in store for her. What Meg's eyes saw throbbing before them made her shiver.

The leering Fornicus was stroking his huge, throbbing member. That already glistening helmet was less than a foot from Meg's face. She watched in fascination as the demon worked it into a pulsating frenzy before her eyes. Chuckling wickedly, the evil creature then wrapped Meg's long hair around his hand, thereby pulling her forward even more. This brought Meg's flushed face within inches of that angry muscle. Her eyes widened. The slit in that bobbing helmet seemed to be close enough to tap the tip of her nose. Then, Fornicus again moved with the speed of light. Meg felt his free hand clamp tightly onto the back of her neck. It pulled her forward those last few centimeters. And she found that that swollen rod actually WAS tapping her nose.

"Smell good, bitch?" Fornicus chuckled softly. "Smell good enough to eat?" He laughed more wickedly still. "Because," he grinned maliciously, "that's exactly what you're gonna do." Pulling her head forward, he then braced her neck so that she couldn't move, circling long, vise-like fingers around her soft throat again, this time from behind. He then let go of her hair. But only so he could use his freed hand to do something more vile to her. He grabbed the shaft of his pulsating penis just below the engorged head and began rubbing it in Meg's face. He pushed the head and the underside of his shaft into the flesh of that sweet, young face and moved it all around, slowly, deliberately making sure every inch of her face was honored by its presence. Meg couldn't even squirm or wriggle her head into a slightly different position, so strong was his grip on her neck and head.

"Mmmm.... doesn't that feel nice? Oh, you like my cock in your face, I can tell. Bet you can't wait for me to shove it in your mouth, huh? Bet you're eager for a taste of it, right? Yeah, sweet demon cock. Wanna taste it, like the cock-sucking blow whore you are?" 

Meg continued to feel that hot, sweaty rod massaging her face. It's scent was pungent, like a man sweating after a long day's work, but it wasn't the foul underworld stench she'd expected. Even so, as he dragged its rough, veiny surface over her cheeks, chin and lips, the demonic pre-cum dribbling from its slit coated parts of her face. But she couldn't move to avoid any of it. Fornicus was toying with her, using her face as his personal cock toy. Astonishingly, Meg didn't close her eyes with revulsion. Rather, those mesmerized eyes continued to watch that huge penis as it had its way with her face. As the impudent dick dragged itself from cheek to chin to opposite cheek, the dribbling slit left a wet trail on her soft flesh. When Meg glanced up at the twisted Fornicus, she saw his eyes staring intently down at her, but his smiling lips were sighing loudly.

"Oh, yeah," the hell spawn grinned, "I can tell you want it in your mouth, don't you? Admit it, you want to give Fornicus a delicious blowjob, don't you? Well, go ahead, you can suck my cock. In fact," his grin became deadly, "I insist." He removed his cock from her face and aimed it directly at her lips. That guttural rumble rose from his insides again as he sneered, "C'mon, bitch... open up."

Meg clamped her lips tightly together, trying vainly to turn her head to one side. Fornicus mashed his dripping helmet against her pursed lips, trying to force it between them. Irritated at her resistance, he growled, "Suck my cock, bitch! Open your mouth NOW!"

When his verbal urgings had no effect on the trembling Meg, Fornicus decided a still more convincing approach was in order. Again like lightning, the hand that had been smearing his cock's pre-cum all over Meg's face let loose its grip on his penis and again grabbed fingers full of curly red hair. With a vengeance, Fornicus yanked on that hair, hard enough to jerk Meg's head to one side. When Meg's mouth opened in a wail of pain, his other hand pushed her head forward from behind, unerringly forcing her open mouth around his thick, rock hard cock. Instantly he let go of her tresses, using both hands to keep her head motionless as he thrust his throbbing member deep into her mouth. Meg's eyes widened like saucers. Fornicus sighed, licked his lips and began happily humping her face, his hips thrusting his cock ever deeper down her wide-stretched throat.

"Ahh, I KNEW you wanted to suck my cock," he laughed. "Admit it, whore, that's why you really summoned me, isn't it... so you could gobble up some fat, juicy demon dick!" He roared laughter, his strong thighs propelling his huge penis deep into Meg's face over and over again. His enormous sack slapped at her chin and neck, slamming into them like hairy twin sacks of potatoes. "Oh, yeah, bitch... suck my cock. And don't bother trying to bite it. I won't feel a thing. Demon cock is pretty tough. If anything, the extra stimulation will make me come even more." Then, laughing, he added, "Damn, I'm glad you summoned me after all. You give better hummers than some of the cunts in Hell!"

Meg was helpless on her knees before this hulking demon, his huge hands holding her face still so he could fuck it. Her eyes were still wide, if only from the strain of sucking such a huge member. Fornicus' strong fingers dug into her scalp as he joyfully humped her stretched out mouth. Even when Meg tried to pull back or roll onto her side, the thrusting demon had such a completely unbreakable hold on her head that even if her body changed position, her head wouldn't. And so the demon continued to sink his formidable cock into her mouth and enjoy the feeling of his balls slapping her defenseless chin and neck. Meg could only remain there on her knees, lips surrounding his plunging organ, waiting for the beast's sticky load to flow into her captive mouth. 

But simply fucking Meg's mouth was apparently not enough for this vile creature. Not missing a thrusting beat, Fornicus, continuing to hump like the animal he was, looked around the room quickly. Spying the bed, he dragged Meg over to it. As he dragged her along the floor, he held her head in place in front of him and didn't stop thrusting his rod into her mouth for even a second. He maintained his dick's frenetic assault on her stuffed mouth all the while he dragged her to the bed, laughing as she slid along the floor, writhing and twisting and slapping uselessly at him.

Reaching the bed, he sat down on it heavily, sinking into the mattress. Meg was still on her scraped knees, her head between his legs, but now instead of thrusting his hips into her face, Fornicus was using his huge paws to force her head up and down on his penis, not even slowing the pace! "Oh... this is... so good... slut... I find... fucking... your face... to be very... pleasant... I could... drill it... all night...Your mouth... was made... for fucking... Oh yeah... suck cock... bitch!"

What Fornicus did next took Meg by surprise. She'd simply assumed he'd fuck her mouth until he came. But obviously, this sick demon wanted more pleasure than just that. It seemed more than just his cock desired the warmth of Meg's mouth. The removal of that huge, throat-clogging cock from her mouth came as a complete surprise to Meg, who thoroughly expected a cascade of demon cum down her throat at any moment. Instead, Fornicus, still holding her head firmly in his hands, said, "Lick my balls, bitch. Lick them good. The whole damn sack. Suck them, too. Pop them in your mouth and really enjoy them. Yeah, bitch... give my balls some lips and tongue. Yeah, there's a good little suck whore."




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Removing his hands from Meg's scalp and neck, he then propped himself up on one elbow on the bed, his other momentarily free fingers twisting yet again into another handful of Meg's hair, yanking her head forward as he spread his legs, keeping one foot on the floor, but bringing the other up onto the mattress. Spreading his large, muscled thighs, he thrust his sweating crotch forward at her as he pushed her face down into it. His entire genital area was spread out before Meg, like the three course dinner he thoroughly expected her to eat.

"Lick!" he repeated, twisting his fingers in her hair for emphasis. Meg howled again, but this time Fornicus' penis had no intention of filling that tempting opening. Instead, he thrust her face further down between his legs and pointed at his sack. He continued twisting her hair until her tongue came out of her mouth. Then he loosened his grip on her locks, pending her tongue's cooperation. When the tongue was not forthcoming with its humble service, he again twisted her hair, and pulled hard on it. Meg thought she could HEAR the roots straining, shouting vehemently their threat to let loose of her scalp. She whimpered, thought about resisting, but in the end extended her tongue and submissively brought it into contact with his waiting testicles. "Ahhhhhh... lovely," the demon sighed. "Give them a nice, wet bath. Lick them like a good little girl."

Slowly, her compliant tongue dragged itself across the hairy contours of his bloated sack. Lick after lick, Meg gave in to Fornicus' depraved demands. She licked his balls while he alternately sighed and chuckled. All the way back she licked, to the very rear of his sweat moistened sack. He leaned back to give her access to every inch of his cum-filled testicles. He watched with vengeful joy as the woman who'd had the audacity to summon him and BELITTLE him was forced to lick his scrotum. Oh, how he was going to enjoy cumming in that bossy mouth.

"Suck them," he said, "take them in your mouth one at a time and suck them. Lick each one as you suck it." He tittered as she complied, sucking his balls humbly, knowing she had no choice. Fornicus felt compelled to berate her, as she had berated him. "That's right, you arrogant bitch, suck my balls. Bet you can't get enough, huh? Fornicus' fat, juicy balls are tasty, no? Well, I'm a true gentleman, so I'll let you savor their flavor all night.. or, at least, until I need to cum in your mouth. I DO have to have my priorities." Laughing, he sat back and watched Meg's busy mouth between his legs, careful to keep a grip on those lovely red tresses. It simply wouldn't do for that bossy mouth to stray too far from his genitals. That was one way to shut her up, he thought, by shoving his genitals directly into that smart mouth, thereby killing two birds with one stone... not only would he receive simply lovely orgasms, but the only sound that impudent mouth could possibly make was those simply musical slurping and sucking noises on his cock and balls.

After some thirty minutes of having his scrotum licked and sucked, Fornicus again wanted his cock in Meg's mouth. His orgasm was approaching, and he wanted to make sure he filled her stomach with it. Yanking on Meg's hair again, he tugged her lapping mouth away from his spit-drenched testicles. Meg's face was sweating - some of it from extended exertion and some imparted to her flesh care of the demon's sweating crotch - and she was panting. "Time to suck cock again, bitch," he snarled. "Open up."

Exhausted and defeated, Meg opened her mouth. Fornicus quickly filled it with throbbing cock meat. But, not wanting to have to use his arms to move her face up and down his shaft, he shoved his cock into her mouth and then stood up again, this time turning Meg around so that her back was against the side of the bed. Bracing the back of her head against the bed, he found he could hump her face as heartily as before, and yet save energy, thereby allowing for a longer face-humping marathon. So, that he did. Meg sat with her back forcibly pressed against the bed, accepting Fornicus' insistent cock down her throat and his hips' constant movements shoving it down ever deeper. The demon growled with intense pleasure as his fat member repeatedly drilled into the witch's mouth like an oil drill seeking oil in the deepest depths of the Earth's crust - except that it would be his burrowing drill which erupted, and not Meg's yielding throat.

This time, Fornicus didn't stop thrusting his meat into her face until he came. It happened while he was thrusting madly against her, his jackhammer hips slamming into her face hard and fast as he grunted and snorted his foul desire. All Meg could see was his muscled belly and his groin's thick, black mane as they slapped painfully into her sucking face repetitively, hard flesh and irritating pubes conspiring to maul her delicate nose and cheeks. Her mouth was stretched insanely wide to accommodate that enormous penis as it invaded all the way to her throat. Her head slammed back over and over again, her neck screaming with each of Fornicus' bestial thrusts. All she could do was wait for his eruption... and hope she could swallow fast enough to keep from drowning.

Suddenly, she felt ten fingers stab into her scalp and lock in place. Fornicus snarled and shook and bellowed. His groin attacked Meg's face with a vengeance, slamming her back and back and back. Her breathing through her nose was erratic at best, as she awaited her liquid meal. Fornicus growled over and over, loudly and from deep inside his heaving chest. His eyes alternately burned down at Meg and shut in ecstasy as his open-mouthed demon's face pivoted up and down, in almost the same rhythm as his pounding hips. He panted like a wild animal, snorting and grunting over and over. His neck muscles became taut and he screamed at the ceiling. His crotch began slamming into Meg's face so hard that she thought she'd get whiplash. With each thrust she slammed back into the bed and her tender bottom lifted from the floor. But she was powerless to even push him back a few comforting inches, so she was trapped beneath that grunting, rutting, mouth-fucking animal. 

At last the demon came. A hot rush of cum blasted into the back of Meg's throat. Volley after volley of hot demon juice pelted the soft flesh of the inside of her objectified mouth. It was indeed hot... hotter than any cum she'd ever tasted. A molten sperm dining experience. And it seemed unending. Her mouth literally FILLED with cum. With wide, worried eyes, she swallowed as fast as she could. But still the cum kept blasting into her mouth. Fornicus' cock was stretching her mouth so far, so impossibly wide, that there wasn't even room for his semen to leak out around it. ALL of it... every single drop... accumulated in Meg's mouth, threatening to fill it to the point of suffocation. But Meg swallowed and swallowed, her neck muscles getting tired and sore from the unending workout.

Finally, long, long minutes later, the deluge ended. Fornicus' penis, though still incredibly engorged, stopped spurting. Growling again, this time with more contentment than need, his huge demon body slumped on top of the still swallowing Meg. His even then mostly erect muscle still filled her mouth, and his incredible bulk squashed her flat and unable to move beneath him, but at least his dribbling penis had ceased its incessant flooding of her mouth! Meg lay there beneath the demon, gasping for air through flaring nostrils, while Fornicus simply rested on top of her, content to keep his cock in her mouth while he regained his strength for pleasures yet to come. And though his body weighed down on her heavily and breathing came at a premium, Meg was happy to still be breathing at all, and she, likewise understandably exhausted, was also content to lay beneath Fornicus and rest, even if his suffocating, wetly dribbling penis was still wedged into her mouth, like some fat, fleshy feeding tube.

At length, Fornicus stirred atop the weary Meg. His sweat had drenched her skin almost as much as his semen had saturated the tissues of her mouth and throat. She was dripping from head to foot when he finally removed his sated bulk from atop her. He took sick pleasure in slowly sliding his dribbling penis from that wide-stretched mouth, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of one last squeezing of his shaft by those stuffed, tightly encircling lips. He sighed contentedly as the very act of removing his cock from her mouth squeezed out the last few drops of his orgasm. For her part, Meg ignored that last act of depravity, happy just to be gasping in as much air as her tortured lungs could stand. As the demon rose, she only had the strength to raise her head and look at him. Nothing more. 

Fornicus stood tall, stretching, obviously satisfied. He posed arrogantly before Meg, grinning down at her. "You see," he said, "I knew you wanted to suck my cock. And you really licked my balls with gusto, slut. I've made a note to make sure I invade that mouth of yours a lot before you die. Oh," he tapped his chin with a long, chubby finger, pretending to contemplate something, "I should think you could blow me another eight to ten times before you give out. What do you think, bitch? A dozen more blow jobs for the Great Fornicus before you twitch and die?" He laughed, and then bent down to bring his face close to Meg's. "Wonder why you never gagged on my big cock, bitch?" His grin was foul and sick. It was almost as if he'd read her mind. Because, she had to admit, she did wonder at that. Maybe if she'd gagged, Fornicus would've taken his cock out of her mouth much sooner... though she doubted it. Knowing how depraved Fornicus was, even if she'd begun retching, he wouldn't have removed his cock from her mouth until his balls had emptied themselves down her heaving throat. 

Grinning, he answered his own question. "You see, slut, we lust demons have a special gift. We want to kill our victims with SEX, not with gagging and retching. This lovely, delicious cock," he fondled himself again, "has the lovely knack of anesthetizing whatever I stick it into, whether it be a mouth, a pussy or an asshole. How else could a lust demon's victim live long enough to get him off?" He laughed again, looking at Meg with no pity whatsoever. "So," he continued, "if you were hoping to puke and turn me off, well... little cock-sucking bitch... it ain't gonna happen. I can fuck your mouth over and over again, and your throat will just keep swallowing and swallowing and swallowing for me, keep accepting anything I shove into it. Isn't that lovely?" He stood up and reared back his head, belting out another chorus of his demented laughter.

Finally, when his laughing fit ended, Fornicus leered down at Meg with renewed interest. She shuddered. Staring up at his salacious expression, she realized that her ordeal had only just begun. The evil demon had much more in store for her. After all, if he was intending to fuck her to death, he had a long way to go. And that leering face, the slavering lips, the foul stench of lust all over him, said that he intended to do just that... no matter how long it took. Meg shivered again. He again brought his wicked face close to hers.

"Well, now," Fornicus drooled, "that certainly was a pleasant beginning to the festivities, wasn't it? Having my cock sucked by some arrogant little slut is always a good thing. But, you, whore, have so, so much more ahead of you. Ahh... where to begin? You have so much to atone for... so much delicious revenge pleasure to give your handsome Fornicus. Are you ready to begin?" With flaring nostrils and supremely evil eyes, he added with a soft grunt, "Are you ready to dance with the demon of your dreams, you pathetic little fuck-whore?" Up until that moment, Meg had never realized that any pair of eyes could convey both lust and hatred simultaneously, but there it was, both emotions clearly lighting Fornicus' evil eyes from behind. 

Shivering, Meg stiffened against the bed. Chills danced along her spine. Phase two had begun. Fornicus was horny again, and she was his plaything. She bit her lip and awaited his decision as to how he would next ravage and abuse her for his pleasure. She didn't have long to wait.

"I think," the looming demon said to her, whispering into her face, "that it's time you remove your annoying clothing, my dear. You have other openings that Fornicus wants to fill. My cock is hungry for them all. So, you don't mind removing that useless, flimsy little robe - and any underthings you may be wearing underneath - do you? After all, a slut can't please her Master if she's stubbornly covering up the very things he most covets, now, can she? Of course not. Whores and sluts are meant to be naked and available at all times."

Their eyes met for a time, Meg still refusing to show fear. But, Fornicus merely laughed. Then, more horny than amused, he glared at her menacingly and growled, "Get your fucking clothes off, earth tramp, or I'll rip them off for you."

Meg resisted for a moment, then realized it would do no good. Slowly, her fingers began to fiddle with the robe's belt still tied about her waist.

"Wait," Fornicus snickered, the phrase 'rip them off' suddenly striking a chord in his evil brain, "I think I'd rather do this myself, after all."

Before Meg could react, the demon again had her around the neck. He lifted her off the floor, his eyes blazing with lust as he dangled her high in the air. His eyes scanned her helpless body, his mind trying to decide where to tear at her robe first. Meg struggled and squirmed in his grasp, but her feet weren't even touching the floor. Even if she could've gotten such a foothold, what good could it possibly have done? She was no match for his strength and ferocity. For the moment, she was his sex toy, helpless to do anything but comply with his most disgusting wishes. She gritted her teeth for the inevitable. 

And that was when The Great Fornicus reached out with one huge hand and began tearing the clothes from her trembling body. Holding Meg in the air effortlessly, the drooling demon grabbed her robe at the overlap which crossed over her breasts. Knowing full well that he could've just as easily removed it by tugging at the belt tied loosely around her waist, he thought it would be much more fun - and make more of a statement - to grab that "v" at her cleavage and tear the robe free from there. It would impress upon the mouthy bitch just exactly how helpless she truly was. Such a giggle it would be to watch her quake with fear during such a forced disrobement, her reeling mind realizing at last that she was about to be raped and sodomized repeatedly for hours on end. And, oh, how he would enjoy ogling those soft, jiggling tits as they bounced their way to freedom - that is, of course, until his mouth captured them and sucked them dry. All of this convinced the demon that he did indeed need to rend that bothersome robe, so, chuckling obscenely, that's exactly what he did. His clawing fingers grasped the flimsy material at Meg's heaving cleavage and yanked with more force than was necessary to rip it from her soft, pink flesh - the better to set those fleshy globes to jiggling for his pleasure. Meg jerked only once as he ripped the top half of her robe away from her body with just a single pull. She wore no bra beneath her robe, and Fornicus took great joy in watching her now naked breasts dance from the force of his tug, exactly as he'd imagined it would be. He licked his lips at the sight of those ripe, succulent melons and their oh, so tasty looking nipples.

But breasts alone would never be enough to satisfy a lust demon's hunger. Hence, Fornicus still eyed the shattered robe with displeasure. Though those lovely breasts were his for the taking, still Meg's lower half - which held the remaining two orifices he had yet to savage - was still coyly hidden beneath the stubborn remains of the robe. That would not do.

What remained of the destroyed top half of the robe drooped lazily over Meg's midsection, still held somewhat in place by the silk belt around her waist. It seemed Fornicus would have to remove the bothersome strip after all. But, he realized with a sly grin, that belt could most certainly have some lovely uses down the road. So, while he ripped it out of its guides as a matter of necessity, he took care not to destroy the belt itself. Not so the rest of the robe. Once the belt was tossed aside for future use, the bottom half of that shredded robe was history. Even thought with the belt and its top half missing the bottom half would've easily fallen from Meg's body, Fornicus wanted to tear if off of her, just because. This meddling trollop had interfered with a simply wonderful fornication marathon with three of Hell's premiere bitch-whores, not to mention ordering him about as if he were her private chattel. She needed to be taught a lesson. So, letting that robe simply fall was out of the question. The message was everything. As was instilling fear in his prey. Frightened women were just so delicious to fuck. Fear always makes them so compliant, not that it would matter if they weren't. Ah, yes, that stink of fear... so titillating... so delightfully arousing. 

Before that robe could slip off the trembling Meg of its own accord, Fornicus again snatched it up in one eager paw, this time ripping it free from the curve of her hips and her fine, tender bottom. He snarled with glee as the last of the robe atomized in his hand. Yet, still, his view of earth pussy was obstructed. Meg wasn't wearing a bra, but she had worn panties beneath her robe. No matter, they would not be there for long.

Just to make Meg squirm, the lecherous demon didn't yank off her panties right away. Instead, he slipped his hand into them, first fondling Meg's ass, squeezing her warm cheeks with impunity, slipping his fingers between her legs without fear of reprisal. In short, as Meg dangled in the air before him, he brazenly felt up her ass and pussy. Meg could do nothing to stop him, except try vainly to squeeze her thighs together. That only turned out to infuriate the proud witch when Fornicus laughed at her feeble attempts to keep his hand out of her most intimate parts.

Laughing, the vile creature, still with his hand in Meg's panties, carried her over to the wall farthest from her bed. He held her up against the thankfully smooth surface, still holding her throat tightly, and continued fingering her soft, yielding flower. Meg squirmed and tried to break free... to no avail. Fornicus worked his fingers into her pussy, wiggling them inside her as he sneered and licked his lips, keeping direct eye contact with her the entire time, his powerful, in control eyes humbling and shaming her completely powerless ones. He shoved three fingers deep inside her, then drove them roughly up and down within the sweet, tight confines of that invaded cavern. The captive witch squirmed around his plundering fingers, which only made him finger it all the more. Faster and faster he finger-fucked her vagina, his cruel eyes never letting go of hers. Still she squirmed and tried to kick him, but even her most telling blows were insignificant to him. He felt none of them. His eyes gleamed with sadistic joy. He was letting her know in no uncertain terms that he'd begun the process of dehumanizing her, of humiliating her for sport, of taking sole possession of her body for his many and varied perverse pleasures. His eyes and actions conveyed this very clearly to Meg. She had ceased to be a human being anymore... and had instead become the demon's personal fuck toy.

"Oh, come now, slut," the demon gloated, "all I'm doing is loosening you up for my huge, lovely cock. You don't want me to fuck you and have you split in half now, do you? That would be so disappointing for BOTH of us, don't you think? You'd be dead much too quickly, and I'd miss out on a really good fuck. So, relax, and let Fornicus stretch your pussy so his cock will fit more easily, and maybe it won't hurt you so much. Though, in truth, a little screaming on your part would add to the proceedings nicely." His laughter was crude beyond words, and it only became more disgusting as he inserted a fourth finger into her. When that fourth finger entered and began probing with the others, the demon ended his eye contact and leaned forward, so that his mouth could finally enjoy those tempting tits. His domineering eyes had made their point. It was now time to give them their reward, and allow them to ogle and savor the squirming little slut.




Be Careful What You Witch For



Meg squirmed against the wall as Fornicus mouthed and lapped her breasts, biting and sucking her nipples with a vengeance, his tongue slobbering over every available inch of breast flesh. As he orally molested Meg's bosom, he growled and panted and made piggish slurping and sucking noises, along with equally vile sounds of gratuitous pleasure. All the while his burrowing fingers invaded her deeper and faster. Meg felt an orgasm building within her. The demon's fingers were now well lubricated as he pistoned them up and down in her dribbling sex. Meg bit her lip, feeling the sexual tide rising in her. She squeezed her vaginal muscles as tightly as she could, trying to stave off orgasm as long as possible. But, as hideous as the fingers inside her and the mouth on her breasts were, still they were fingers and a mouth, still they suckled and stimulated her most intimate places, and still they evoked a response. She felt herself shuddering, eruption not far off.

But, orgasm, it seemed, was not just yet in the cards for the trembling Meg as, suddenly, the world turned upside-down. Blood rushed to her head as if blasted there from a cannon, and she found her upper body rushing toward the floor, strong demon fingers no longer clamped around her much relieved throat. But just as her head was mere inches from shattering on the floor, her descent halted. Dizzy, she waited for her vision to clear, as the blood within her body tried to equilibrate itself after having suddenly collected primarily in her upper body. She was indeed upside-down. Directly before her focusing eyes were Fornicus' two large, hairy calves. She looked upward, toward her feet, and saw what her scrambled brain, impressively, had already suspected. 

The horny creature from Hell was now holding her upside-down by a single ankle. He'd somehow flipped her in mid-air, then caught her ankle as it flew by. She still dangled helplessly before him, with her back against the wall, but now his mouth was eager to taste something other than her breasts. And, having every intention of tasting it, he pulled Meg up inch by inch with his two hands, until he was no longer holding her ankle, but had a firm grip on each of her thighs, which he immediately spread wide apart. With a snort of annoyance, he grasped the crotch of her silky panties and ungraciously ripped them from her body, his demon eyes - much more pleased now that the bothersome panties no longer covered Meg's sweet, pink pussy - gazing wantonly at the place where his fingers had been diddling happily mere moments ago. Smiling down at Meg, Fornicus then bent forward and began sniffing her pussy. His eyelids fluttered in rapture as his nostrils moved about her glistening slit, sucking in their fill of its arousing scent. 

"Mmmm.... smells good enough to eat." Sticking out his long tongue, he lapped her slit slowly, from her soft triangle all the way back to the crack of her ass. "Oh, yeah, very tasty. Don't you think pussy should be on every menu in every restaurant? It should be a law... both on Earth and in Hell. Don't you agree?" He snickered, his nostrils still crudely sucking in her scent and his wet tongue having its way with her downy treasure.

Meg could only watch helplessly as Fornicus sniffed and licked between her legs. In moments, his animalistic licking was again accompanied by those piggish, gorging sounds as he slurped and sucked madly at her slit and every juicy fold around it. He snorted and huffed and slobbered in her drenched bush like a starving bum gobbling down his first real meal in weeks. The tremblings she'd felt a few minutes ago when her breasts were being so devoured, and her pussy was being fingered savagely, were returning with a vengeance. Again, she bit her lip, but it was to no avail. It only got worse as intrusive fingers - having released one captured thigh so they could barge between Meg's legs again - briefly joined his burrowing tongue in those tender, glistening folds. Fat, sausage-like fingers spread her petals wide, opening her up for his slithering tongue to savor.

As she shuddered and quaked, her glazing pupils saw something which made them dilate wide. Fornicus had chosen to instead brace her by wrapping one arm around her waist and holding her against the wall that way. This pulled her dripping crotch closer to his face without him having to bend much at all, facilitating much more comfortable nuzzling and lapping of his victim's sweet nectar. He also reluctantly removed his fingers from her pussy so he could employ them elsewhere - to much more PERSONAL effect. Still with his face buried in her again dribbling sex, Fornicus now had another, more stimulating use yet for his previously pussy-teasing hand... the happy chore of stroking his mammoth cock. And Meg had a front row seat for the occasion. She watched as his fist clenched around the shaft of that huge cock and worked maniacally to beat it off as he slobbered noisily between her legs. She realized with a shiver that the weeping helmet of that primed muscle was aimed directly at her helpless face!

Just as she calculated the trajectory that Fornicus' ejaculations would take, she also discovered that his tongue was easily as long as a normal man's penis. She found this out when he moaned and drooled, inserting his tongue into her opening at least six or seven inches, fucking her with his tongue as a mortal man would with his throbbing penis. The sight of his primed, dribbling cock aimed directly at her face, and the sensation of his tongue invading her pussy to its very core, conspired to increase her erotic tremblings. Again she approached orgasm. And this time there would be no sudden mid-air cartwheeling to break the momentum of her hormones.

Fornicus was mouthing her pussy ferociously, licking and sucking it dry, fucking it with his long, thick, squirming tongue, snarling his bestial lust as the helpless Meg careened madly toward orgasm. His stroking hand worked feverishly on the throbbing shaft of his insatiable cock. And when Meg finally came, moaning loudly even through her lip-biting, Fornicus seemed to enjoy her orgasm, slurping even more loudly as he lapped her geysering crotch. Through her own erotic haze, she saw Fornicus' hips moving now, back and forth, faster and faster, as if generating power for his impending climax. And sure enough, Meg's own juices washing over the demon's face seemed to be the very firing mechanism that his angry tool needed.

As she trembled in her own lustful release, Meg's mouth opened in one long, continuous sigh. It so happened that this coincided exactly with the demon's own orgasm, his second of the evening. A thick stream of demon cum shot rocket-like from his testicles to his cock and from there slammed into Meg's face, followed by another... and another. Meg's open, sighing mouth received its second dose of Fornicus' sticky cream. She cut short her sigh and instantly clamped her mouth shut, thereby staving off a second battle with possible drowning, but her head was still in the line of fire. And though she managed to protect her eyes by likewise slamming down her eyelids, the demon's milky stream slapped her face repeatedly with his frantic, orgasmic rhythm, splattering on her already tainted features with such ferocity that she could hear the wet, smacking sounds of the multiple impacts. So frequent were the bursts, that they sounded like intermittent, windswept bursts of rain pelting a window pane. In the deepest recesses of her retreating brain, she felt that she understood how a poor, defenseless window must feel during a raging thunderstorm.

Fornicus moaned into Meg's pussy for long, lustful minutes. His tongue had long since left her canal, but he still lapped hungrily at her juices, licking them from her entire crotch area, even sucking them from her cum-drenched bush. And all the while his cock blasted volley after volley into her defenseless face. His sticky juices clung to every inch of her facial flesh from her chin to her hair. She swallowed the cum that had made it into her mouth before she could close it. But her chin, lips, cheeks, nose, eyelids, forehead and even inside her nostrils (!) were coated with his again seemingly endless cum barrage. Her face was dappled here and there with milky droplets, crisscrossed with long strings of sticky liquid and splotched with larger globs in several places. Her hair clung stickily to her scalp in matted clumps as if it had been greased with mouse or hair gel, but it was all courtesy of Fornicus' ongoing orgasmic discharge.

Meg's orgasm had ended much sooner than Fornicus' had. Spent, she dangled there before him, upside-down, eyes still tightly closed, the demon's greedy mouth still slurping loudly between her quaking legs. Even with her arms waving and trying to shield her face, more ejaculatory blasts got through than were successfully blocked, and his spurts were so frequent and incessant that her arms eventually got tired and fell limply at her side, leaving her pretty face completely unprotected. Dangling there before that firing cannon, all she could do was wait for his seemingly endless supply of spurting fluids to stop spattering her face and neck. It seemed to take forever. And even when the face anointing sprays finally came to an end, Fornicus repeatedly squeezed his shaft, working still more cum out through the head, and gleefully wiped it on Meg's face, purely for the sick pleasure of doing so. Meg could only dangle there and endure his sticky cock rubbing its remaining juices onto her face. Finally, Fornicus sighed and growled contentedly. He let go of Meg's waist and let her drop to the floor. She landed with a thud.

"Damn, that was great, wasn't it?" Fornicus asked with a twisted grin as Meg tried to sit up against the wall and let her blood flow back to her entire body again . "I'm gonna ENJOY fucking that pussy all night. Your ass, too. Smells sweet enough to eat, too. Yeah, my cock is gonna feel good in all those tight, sweet holes of yours. Whoever put you together, sure made you fuckable. You should be a demon whore, bitch. I'd have a great time fucking YOUR brains out every night. Too bad you hafta die, though. But look at the bright side. Maybe you'll go to Hell and we can hook up again!" He laughed, shaking his still dribbling dick in her direction, spraying her with a few final drops of his sticky demon cream. As she looked up at him with disgust, he chuckled and added, "But that was all good for starters, wasn't it? C'mon, bitch, smile... you'll see LOTS more of my sweet cum before you bite the big one. Cheer up!" His mocking laughter filled the room, and Meg knew this was going to be one very long night.

Meg lost track of the hulking brute for a moment as she tried to wipe his sticky discharge from her hair and off of her saturated face. Before she could manage even a small bit of more than likely useless grooming, she felt her hair once again being painfully yanked from her head. As if reliving a nightmare over and over again, she found herself yet again being dragged carelessly across the floor, this time her nakedness sliding across the wooden planks, her sweaty flesh keeping her from sliding smoothly, thus making it a bit painful.

"On your knees, bitch!" Fornicus bellowed, pushing her head down into the floorboards. "I think you need a lesson in doggie style, like all whores do." He chortled sickly as he stepped down on the back of her neck, his eyes admiring her fine, tempting ass rising up in the air as her face - no doubt becoming sticky now as his cum became tacky on it - rudely met the floor. "Nice ass," he said, "but I already told you that, didn't I? Well, what I SHOULD say, is that I think it's time to fuck it. What do you say, cunt? Mind if I fuck your ass for a while? I really need another cum, and your ass looks like it can hold gallons of demon jiz!" Again he laughed, bending down to slap her ass - hard. "Yeah, I think I'll fill that up for you. It'll be good for you to fill up that caboose with some premium for a change, instead of the wimpy-ass crap your dickless upper world boys call cum. And I'VE got some REAL premium to fill you up with. Ready for your next fill up? Ready to take it up the ass, bitch?"

Meg expected to feel his hard member ramming itself into her anus, but, instead, Fornicus decided to amuse himself first. Taking his foot off of the back of her neck, he quickly straddled her, lowering himself down to unceremoniously sit his rock hard, naked demon's ass on her head, his grinning face aimed in the direction of her vulnerable bottom. Then, laughing the disgusting chortle of a most venomous demon, he slapped her ass with both hands, repeatedly. Each slap was so forceful that Meg's entire body shook, even with him sitting on the back of her head. Fornicus laughed louder with each slap on her tender buttocks. As time went on, not only her raw, reddened cheeks wailed in pain, but her poor, sticky face ached as well, from the demon's weight forcing it ever more painfully down into the hard floorboards. 

"One, two, three... " he counted each slap on her crying ass, "four... five... six..." Meg couldn't move, pinned by his considerable weight. He continued to spank her tender bottom for long minutes. When he reached "one hundred and ten" he finally grew tired of slapping her glowing red cheeks. Instead, he leaned forward and began invading her sphincter with his fingers. He laughed happily as he used one hand to play with her pussy while three fingers of his other hand probed her anus, working tirelessly at the tight muscle. Constant fingering of her anal opening with his persistent fingers was fun, but by itself wasn't loosening up that damned muscle much at all! Still, he kept at it, determined to make Meg's ass a fun, yet comfortable, place to shove his cock. Then, his demented brain conceived of something that would be helpful in his anus tenderizing endeavor.

"This'll loosen up that tight little asshole of yours, bitch. The better to get my fat cock into it. I don't give a shit if I hurt YOU at all, but an ass that's too tight and dry might hurt my cock. I can't have THAT. Hmmm... speaking of dry... " Fornicus leaned forward and bent low. Meg heard disgusting snorting sounds as the demon sniffed at her sphincter. After a few moments of this, his strong fingers grabbed her cheeks and spread them wide. She felt his nose as it pressed more firmly against her opening and again sucked in its scent. Within just a few minutes his slithering tongue was lapping her hole, burrowing its way inside it, licking the rim of her sphincter muscle. Again making fowl slurping sounds, he then forced his six inch tongue inside her, grunting happily as he ate out her virgin ass with animated enthusiasm. Not only did the demon seem to enjoy this anal lapping very much, but it did indeed apparently help to loosen up that orifice for his rampaging penis to enjoy momentarily. But, with a grunt of resignation, Fornicus realized that his saliva alone was not enough lubricant to do the job. Something more was needed to prepare this tight opening for HIS incredible cock! And he knew just the thing to help prepare that tight ass for his pleasure!

The hellspawn leaned back again, reaching down to Meg's ass-pinned head, and wiped the fingers that had been in her ass along the side of her face and under her chin, scooping up a generous dollop of his earlier deposited greasy cum. It was still nicely wet and slippery. He then returned his fingers to her sphincter and worked them in again, using his cum-slickened digits to relax and lubricate the unwilling muscle. Ahh, yes, it worked much better than his thinner, less greasy saliva. "There, your face won't miss a little cum. It's got plenty on it," he laughed. "And it'll help lubricate your hole for my ramming cock. Isn't that nice of me? I've always been told I'm too considerate." Again he wheezed and cackled at his own sick humor.

His persistent, wet fingers continued to work into her opening, determined to make it a pleasant entryway for his mammoth tool. Gradually, he loosened the tense muscle. He chuckled with glee as the sphincter seemed to just give up under his prolonged phalangial assault and relax for him. When it finally did, he made sure he worked his fingers twice as hard in and out, deliberately finger-fucking her hole. He did this with obvious joy for a long time, knowing how humiliating it must be for Meg. That was good. She needed to be taught a lesson... or two... or three... He even briefly thought about shoving his entire fist up there, but then thought better of it. "Nah," he thought, "don't want her TOO loose. Then it won't feel as great around my cock. It's gotta be just right when I fuck it." He licked his lips in anticipation.

"Ahhh," Fornicus sighed at last, speaking loud enough so that Meg could hear him down there under his smothering ass, "that should do it. That hole should be nice and loose and lubricated. Should be able to handle even MY huge boner!" He laughed yet again, looking back and down at the helpless Meg. "Now you just stay right in that position, cunt. I'm gonna get behind you and fuck that sweet ass of yours for a while. Gonna give it that premium fill-up I mentioned. If you're good, I'll let you lick my cock afterwards. Should be a lot of juicy, mixed flavors on it for you by then. It'll keep those taste buds of yours from getting bored with all the cum I'm feeding you." More twisted chortling. 

When Fornicus finally got off of her head, Meg breathed a sigh of relief. That is, until he was behind her, and she felt him pressing his huge helmet against her virgin sphincter. She heard him grunt - with both effort and pleasure - as he worked it in. Didn't this demon's dick EVER get soft? she wondered. With a final shove from behind, all thought fled from Meg's mind as physical sensation alone took over once again. Grimacing with discomfort, even after the preparatory stretching and lubricating of her sphincter by the "considerate" Fornicus, Meg braced herself for the merciless advance of that enormous slab of demon cock.

Her entire ass seemed to cringe as that foul, ruthless penis barged callously into her cum-smeared, finger-loosened sphincter. Fornicus snorted his evil pleasure at debasing this new orifice... and geared himself up for some supremely greedy ass-fucking. Subconsciously, Meg tried to bite her lip in anticipation, but her mouth was too smashed against the floor for that to be even remotely possible. The crazed demon drooled on himself like a rabid dog as he pushed his pole deeper and deeper into Meg's red, blushing ass. At first he braced her hips with his hands so he could shove his enormous rod through her still resisting sphincter and up into her colon. With each successful inch he chortled harder, gyrating and rotating his hips to force himself deeper into her. Even greased and loosened as it was, Meg's muscle clenched around the foul creature's fat cock. The end result was yet more pleasure for the ass-humping demon, who rammed harder and deeper in response to his increased arousal. 

Six, seven, eight, ten... twelve full inches he shoved up her ass. Meg groaned, but could do nothing to stop the advancing anal invasion. Then, with a final grunt of victory, Fornicus slammed his cock into Meg's abused bottom all the way to his balls. His manic hip thrusting and gyrating caused his huge nuts to slap bloatedly over and over again against her ass and inner thighs. That was when the true ass-pummeling began.

"Oh, NICE ass for an above world bitch! Even better than I expected." Fornicus sobbered. "Now you just relax and let the Great Fornicus do all the work," the twisted demon cackled. "But, do brace yourself, because I'm going to give this sweet ass one helluva workout. Ha! No pun intended!"

Meg's sphincter was stretched to its limits as Fornicus' thick slab of demon meat moved back and forth within its confines. As her hole loosened up further, her abuser speeded up his indelicate tenderizing of her ass. In and out went that ferocious, insatiable cock, each thrust of his potent hips slamming Meg's face into the floor, her entire body racked with convulsions. Second by second Fornicus got more and more into his anal ravaging, and his demonic, grunting thrusts seemed to increase exponentially in both speed and savagery. Meg's sphincter even started to heat up from the incredible friction. Meg had long since given up and surrendered to this perverse ass-pounding. Being continuously slammed into the floor from behind as she was, she focused her efforts on keeping air in her lungs, and splinters out of her face!




Be Careful What You Witch For



"Oh, yes!" Fornicus howled, "This ass was MADE for fucking! Oh, yeah, bitch, this shit's gonna get torn up REAL good!" 

Meg experienced a pang of unpleasant Deja vu when she felt determined fingers once again entwined in her cum-slickened tresses. Yanking mercilessly on those captured locks, Fornicus pulled back on Meg's head, controlling its whereabouts by what he did with her hair. He used that now sticky mane the way a jockey would use his reins to steer a horse. Pain begot cooperation. And Meg's neck was indeed stretched back painfully as he continued to pull her hair throughout his ramming of her burning ass. 

This led to yet another pleasure for the perverted hellspawn. With her head yanked back like that, and his constant pounding between her cheeks, Fornicus noted with prurient joy that Meg's breasts were bouncing and jiggling in a most tempting fashion. And since his hungry cock was thrust so deeply into his helpless captive anyway, there was no longer any need to hold onto her ass as he fucked her, so his non-hair pulling hand was free to play elsewhere, hence he decided to put it to good use.

Yanking back ferociously on Meg's already tortured locks, the relentless demon bent the poor lass into almost a horseshoe shape, so that his hand could capture one of those bouncing globes and squeeze it with abandon. Meg was nearly howling from the pain in her scalp and in her lower back, but Fornicus only saw the object of his desire... that teasing, tempting tit. If the howling strumpet was in pain, she was in pain. That was her problem. He was enjoying his ass fuck, and he was about to fondle that succulent tit. That was all that mattered. Meg's wails, if anything, were nothing more than gravy to the demon, a delicious side-effect. Her screams of pain were music to his horned ears... and spurred him on to greater depths of extreme butt-fucking. Oh, what an exciting addition to the fun! Scream, baby, scream, he thought, and my dick'll just pound you harder!

Fornicus howled with glee when his mauling paw captured that bouncing breast, and he quickly began fingering the soft flesh, pinching the taut nipple. The pleasure of those acts caused his rectal hammering to again double in ferocity. Meg thought his enormous, pounding cock was going to invade her liver, or perhaps pound against even her heart! She could barely breathe, because of the way her back was bent into a "u" shape... and because she was biting her lip from the screaming going on at her hair follicles. She wished Fornicus would hurry up and ejaculate, as her scalp, back and ass were becoming very sore indeed. And her left breast, mauled relentlessly by the obviously elated demon's clutching paw, was also beginning to feel bruised.

Yanking on Meg's hair, Fornicus bellowed, "BEG me to fuck your ass HARDER, bitch!"

Cum-drenched red curls threatened to vacate Meg's scalp. She wailed in agony, "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwohhhhhyes, please Great Fornicus, fuck my ass harder!" Her still sticky lips screamed the words at the ceiling. 

Snickering and giggling a hideous, wheezing laugh, the demon said sarcastically, "As you wish, Milady." Ramming her harder still, he added, "Tell me your name, oh queen of witches."

Meg's entire body was convulsing with the demon's doubled vigor. Gasping, she tried to speak, but the increased activity at her bottom left her breathless. All she could manage was, "Me... Me... I'm Me..."

Fornicus squeezed her breast and yanked back on her hair again. "Your name, bitch... what's your name?"

"MEG!" she screamed, "Meg... I'm... Megan," she gasped at the distant sky.

"Ahh... pretty name... witch bitch... How deliciously... appropriate... Megan... BEGGIN' Megan..." he laughed, "How perfect!...Now... beg... Great Fornicus... to fuck you... still harder.... beggin' Megan..."

Another tug on her hair. "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Oh, yes.... Great Fornicus... PLEASE... fuck my ass... harder... PLEASE!"

Fornicus again snarled his satisfaction. His slamming hips propelled her inch by inch across the floor, her aching knees scraping on the floorboards, his relentless thrusts bouncing them up and down, bruising them more each passing second. "Beg more, bitch! I LIKE it!" Again her follicles wailed in torment. 

"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.... owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! PLEASE... GREAT FORNICUS... FUCK YOUR... BITCH WHORE!... FUCK MY... ASS... UNTIL IT... SPLITS... IN TWO!... FUCK ME... HARDER... PLEASE!"

Meg's knees and elbows slammed repeatedly into the floor as Fornicus' battering ram molested her colon deeply, boring into her with insane need. The foul demon drooled onto Meg's back, and it slithered down into her sweating crack, adding to the lubrication that was being depleted with every insatiable thrust of demon cock. Her entire body was in shock at the demon's powerful thrusting. Those unstoppable hips had already pushed her along the floor to almost the entire length of the room. And while she was exhausted, Fornicus seemed as fresh and rested as if he were lazily sipping tea on a poolside lounge chair.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," growled the rutting demon, "I SO... LOVE IT... WHEN THEY... BEG!!!" To Meg he replied, "Don't mind... if I do... fuck you harder... since you... asked so... sweetly... Now... MORE BEGGING!" Follicles howled in pain.

"Aggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! OH, PLEASE... GREAT FORNICUS... I LOVE... YOUR COCK... IN MY ASS!... PLEASE... FUCK ME... HARDER!"

"Ahh... music... to my... ears," he sighed quietly - mainly to himself - the bulk of his energies required elsewhere at the moment, as orgasm became imminent. Though the demon then temporarily went silent, Meg could hear his disgusting grunts and gasps of pleasure, and knew it wouldn't be long before his fluids again invaded her body. 

At long last, Meg's earlier wish was granted. Fornicus' ensuing ejaculation was as potent as his previous. He howled and screamed and snarled as his butt-slapping testicles emptied themselves, passing their cargo on to his cock, which delivered it immediately to Meg's ravaged colon. His ass-humping became frenetic, almost desperate, as if he NEEDED to empty out every drop of semen into Meg's waiting bowel. Minutes passed, and Meg felt the liquid building up inside her, spurt after spurt of demon spum filling her. She could actually feel it squishing and sloshing around inside her. Such unbelievable volume! She realized now just how lucky she'd been not to have drowned earlier when Fornicus had similarly filled her mouth. Even as her ass was violently assaulted and filled to overflowing, her mind credited that earlier survival to the power of her protective spells. Without them, she shuddered to think what condition she'd be in right now, if alive at all.

Finally, Fornicus let go of her hair. But, that was only so he could maul and pinch the other breast. He continued to fuck her ass - even after having already emptied his load into her - for nearly fifteen minutes more. And every second of that time he pinched and pulled her nipples, squeezing both breasts as if he were attempting to squirt milk from them. He tugged her nipples until they stretched a solid inch from the areolas, squeezing them, pinching them, twisting them, all the while manically bombarding her from behind. Meg's scalp may have been breathing a sigh of relief, but her back was not, as the evil demon bent her back even further, so that both his brutish hands could continue to torment her soft, yielding breasts. And then, astonishingly, he came inside her all over again! Heat and a sticky wetness filled her colon in renewed pulses of ejaculatory release. The volume of fluid was such that she felt as if she were receiving a hot, violent, colon-stretching enema.

Finally, suddenly, Fornicus again ceased ejaculating, almost immediately thereafter releasing Meg's beleaguered mammaries, moving his hands back to her hips, to assist him in rudely removing his drained crank from her ass. Meg, suddenly and unexpectedly released, slammed face-forward onto the floor. The pain of her landing was little to bear in comparison to finally having the pain in her back, scalp and chest come to a long overdue end. One last instant of discomfort came when Fornicus carelessly ripped his nearly satisfied penis from her cum-filled backside. Meg lay there, exhausted and sore, trying to catch her breath, wondering what new tortures this twisted demon might have in store for her. 

To her amazement, Fornicus' orgasm had still not actually completely ended yet! With perverse glee, the demon resumed spurting, the hot, sticky sprays landing all over the soft skin of her ass and lower back. A few stray droplets even made it as far as her shoulder blades. When the ejaculations finally stopped, Fornicus happily occupied himself by using his cock to smear his cum all over Meg's ravaged ass. He took great glee in spreading it around on her skin, even using the dribbling head of his penis to squeeze some of it between her cheeks. By the time he was done, her entire ass, at least half of her back, and the upper half of the backs of her thighs were coated in his sticky demon cream. He looked down at his artistic handiwork and smiled, pleased with the overall appearance of his juices giving a fine, glistening coat to Meg's flesh.

"That was the best ass-fuck I've had in centuries, bitch. I'm gonna make a note to put my cock back in your ass a few more times tonight. Don't worry your pretty head, though... just like this time, all you have to do is lay there and let me fuck it. Isn't that kind of me?" His sickly laugh again filled the room. Meg was too exhausted to get involved in a battle of wills with him this time. She could only gasp for air and shudder at what twisted perversions Fornicus would accost her with next. And she barely had energy for THAT!

"Ahh..." Fornicus mocked as he slowly stood up behind the cum-smeared witch, "was that as good for you as it was for me, little whore? Damn, I could use a ciggy right now. Don't suppose an uptight little earth bitch like you would have a stogie around or anything, would you? Nah, you're probably afraid I'd shove THAT up your ass, too!" He laughed so hard he had to stagger over to the bed and sit on it. He convulsed with laughter, even his hard, muscled body quaking from the twisted mirth. 

Meg took the opportunity to close her eyes and rest. She could feel his cum already drying on her buttocks and thighs - and yet still dripping wetly from her ravaged sphincter - even as it already had glazed to a crusty coating on her face. It's briney smell was beginning to become more potent by the minute. But, that was the least of her concerns at the moment.

Recuperation, however, was not in the cards for Meg this day. Another handful of twisted hair explained this to her with crystal clarity. With the screaming of hair follicles once again, Meg felt her limp body being easily lifted from the floor. Quickly releasing those tortured locks, the tall hellspawn once again held her dangling before him by her slim, pretty neck. "Hey, cunt, you're not getting lazy on me, are you? I've got lots more cum for you. Where am I gonna put it, if not in you? No more rest for you, whore. It's time to fill you up again."

With that, Fornicus spun her in the air, this time twirling her horizontally instead of vertically. He spun her sharply, quickly catching her with her back to him. When he caught her, instead of again clutching her by the neck, he instead caught her by the hips. She was dizzy and disoriented as he held her in the air for a moment, calculating, gauging the correct angle and trajectory. Slobbering, he then slammed her downward - onto his waiting erection. Her pussy twitched and involuntarily contracted, recoiling in shock at the sudden intrusion of demon cock into its deepest recesses Fornicus, shaking his hips and wiggling from side to side to help force his member deeper into Meg, laughed and drooled on his chin.

Meg's mouth and brain both screamed silently with the suddenness of the penetration, as already re-engorged demon cock tore past her glistening lips and sunk deeply into her vagina. Her eyes were wide with surprise, her mouth still opened wide but with no sound escaping it. She was shocked by the unexpectedness of the move, and could only shudder from head to toe as Fornicus began to fuck her senseless. Snorting and gibbering, the hellspawn rammed his hungry penis into Meg's yielding pussy with complete lack of concern for his poor victim. Holding her hips grasped tightly in his grip, he forced her squirming body downward inch by inch, sliding her shocked pussy down around his greedy cock, stuffing it full of his hungry meat. He pushed down on her hips, and thrust upward with his, until he was sure she was thoroughly and irreversibly impaled on his greedy member yet again. Only when his cock was completely inside her did he snort with satisfaction.

Her weight was nothing to him, and he strutted coolly about the room, with the dangling Meg impaled on his once again primed tool. His thrusting hips had her flopping in the air in front of him like a rag doll. He again snagged her breasts and tormented them with greedy fingers. He might have thought of this as repetitive and unimaginative, but this time she WAS in an upright position instead of on her knees like a Chihuahua, and he WAS fucking her pussy, not her ass. So, he dismissed those negative thoughts and concentrated on the job at hand... that being emptying his cock and balls into this meddling strumpet one more time. A new, unspoiled and unfilled orifice - but to which he intended to do both.

Drooling, the lust demon carried Meg around the room, slamming his meat into her oh so soft pussy and again abusing those bouncing beauties. He only wished his hands had teeth, so he could bite those tender nipples... but time enough for that later. In the end, just walking around and fucking Meg - even though a new orifice was involved - really didn't seem to satisfy Fornicus' sicker instincts, so he searched for something else to inflict on this annoying - but fuckable - little earth bound cock whore.

Then he spied the bed. And his warped mind recalled the tossed aside robe belt. The two clicked and melded together in his fetid brain. He grinned. Oh, yes, that would be so lovely. THAT would be a much more imaginative fuck. Ahh, yes, he thought sickly, Fornicus' will be done! He laughed. His rag doll humping of Meg's pussy didn't slow down a bit as he scanned the room for the discarded belt. With a wicked snicker he located it, then carried Meg over to its location, still slamming his hips upward into her. She flopped so deliciously. Her succulent tits - on those rare occasions when his greedy paws briefly set them free - bounced every so deliciously, and her ass cheeks rippled so sweetly against his ramming hips. Her sticky mane nonetheless flew high off her shoulders with every needy thrust. She looked the way a naked woman would surely look while operating a jackhammer! Only HE was the jackhammer that caused her to bounce and flop so pleasantly. Fornicus approved of the overall fucked rag doll look. It seemed to mirror her hopeless predicament perfectly.

Keeping the captive witch impaled on his inhuman cattle prod, The Great Fornicus bent to retrieve the belt, holding Meg around the waist as he did so, saddened at even this brief interruption in his tit mauling. He picked up the belt, looked it over, smiled approvingly. Yes, it would do. He only needed a few feet of material to do the job he had in mind.

Still keeping Meg impaled and flopping humorously on his cock, Fornicus made his way to the bed. Again bracing Meg with his arm around her waist, he lifted the foot of the bed easily, standing the frame on end with the headboard on the floor. He inspected the metal crossbar of the bed's frame, grunting with evil satisfaction. This, too, would do.

"Put your hands over your head, bitch," Fornicus snarled into Meg's ear.

She complied, shuddering at the unknown.

Fornicus walked her over to the wall, pressing her against it, then leaned into her back. He didn't want to remove his cock from her pussy for even an instant if he didn't have to, so he used the wall to brace her as his eager hands tied her wrists together with the belt. That task completed, he then moved back to the bed and flipped the remaining length of the belt over the crossbar, wrapping it around a couple of times and then tying it tightly to the bar. Now, sadly, he knew he'd have to vacate her dripping quim to complete the task. But, he knew that in just a few minutes, he'd be fucking her again with great gusto and a bit more panache. So, he'd just have to grin and bear the delay. It would be worth it. Oh, yes, indeed.

Yanking his reluctant tool from her crotch, Fornicus then twisted Meg around to face him. Her hands were tied to the crossbar, and she hung from it helplessly. But that most certainly wasn't enough. No, not NEARLY enough. The vile creature then grabbed both of Meg's ankles and held them together in one hand. He lifted them up over her head and used the remaining length of material to tie her legs to her bound hands and the crossbar. Meg squirmed uselessly again. She will just never learn, Fornicus sighed to himself. He wondered if all above world bitches were this stupid.

When his job was complete, Fornicus stepped back to inspect the hapless, helpless Meg. He grinned lasciviously. He liked the look. Meg's face glared between her calves at him. Her hands and feet tied to the crossbar left her dangling and exposed. Though she glared at Fornicus, he knew she could do absolutely nothing to stop him. She was helpless. Unfortunately, her breasts were hidden behind her legs, which was a cause for sadness in the demon's foul heart. And her lovely legs were held tightly together also, from ankles to crotch. They should be spread wide and inviting, begging his hungry cock to enter between them. Tits hidden, pussy not as open and exposed as it should be? It just wasn't right... not at all as it should be. He sighed disapprovingly. If only he'd had another length of material he could much better expose her naked body for his carnal use. But, wait... an idea struck him. This could all be done MUCH better. All he needed was another piece of that flimsy robe, and his joy could be complete!

In seconds, Fornicus had found a big enough section of surviving robe to accommodate his perverted plan. His hands quickly tore at it, frenetically ripping free a length of material that could be used in the same manner as the belt had. Oh, what a genius he thought himself to be! Laughing giddily, he ran over to the bound witch and quickly untied her legs, then tied both of them to the crossbar again, this time separately. Before securing them, he spread her legs as wide apart as he could, the severity of the distance involved even eliciting a wince of pain from the bound lass. Ahh, yes, much better. Now he could see and ravage those succulent tits without any hindrance whatsoever, and her pussy was much more properly exposed for his personal use. Problem solved! Oh, yes, how slick and clever he was!

Leering, Fornicus got down on one knee and examined Meg's dripping prize, up close, with an admiring, detail-inspecting eye. He fingered it, exposing all the layers of succulent flesh, probing both its external and internal features. Meg squirmed as his fingers and his leering face boldly had their fill of her pussy. She watched as he sniffed it again, much the same as he had done earlier. She watched as his eyes closed in rapture. He sniffed her over and over again, nuzzling his face all around her mound. "Ahh, the sweet smell of helpless pussy. That's the best kind, you know," he mocked, looking up into Meg's eyes, "trapped pussy. Tied up pussy always looks, smells and tastes sweeter. Don't know why that is... it just is." Drool was glistening at the corner of his mouth. "Mind if I have another taste, beggin' Megan?" he asked, grinning a vile grin.