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Summons for the Demon

By: Coxswain



For Vampire_Goddess_2003

As the sun set on the peninsula of Italy, darkness fell over the wild mountains of the Parco Nazionale della Majella, a mysterious area declared an Italian "national park." No one lived in Majella. Locals in Sulmonela or Guardiagrele crossed themselves and spat. "Il Majella é la terra del diavolo!"

Indeed, it was the land of Abbadon, king of demons. In the growing dusk, the demon watched the movement of a dark figure hurrying through the forest. It followed ancient pathways near Case di Contra, prehistoric human dwellings cut into solid limestone. The figure wore a long, hooded coat, hiding its features completely. 

Abbadon observed with interest. Something was afoot. After thousands of years, he knew what humans thought. 

The figure reached a small construction in the woods, a hut in the middle of nowhere. It was a round, somber structure, simply intertwined branches of popcorn tree, mistletoe, and corpse flower, all of them parasitic plants who thrived on the living bodies of their hosts.

Abbadon was pleased. This fool could be amusing. He snapped his fingers. "Xaphan, turn thee away from those fires. I loose thee from thine eternal stoking."

The second-order demon turned from the furnaces and prostrated himself before Abbadon. "I live to obey, worthy only to breathe thy farts, oh King!"

Abbadon directed his attention to the figure in the Majella valley. "Draw nigh this creature and bring me word of what it is about."

"To do thy will is sweeter to me than cum, oh majesty." Xaphan prostrated himself again, then scurried away into the darkness. 



Summons for the Demon



Centuries before, when she was human, Anniazgh had borne a child. The exit of its head from her cunt into the world was not as agonizing as the cock of death stabbing back into her womb. "Wait! Wait!" she screeched. "Let me--stretch!!"

He snorted in disgust. Continuing the thrusts, ramming, cramming, cranking her wider with every agonizing inch. "Thy screams are music to mine ears, bitch." Her immortality was a curse--she could not even die as the monster reamed her out in what, to a human, would have been a fatal ravishment. 

But she was to suffer worse. As the monster pushed in and pulled out, a brute concerned only in his own pleasure, the worst possible sensation slowly grew from a small kernel to an undeniable flush--Anniazgh began to feel a pleasure rising from the flames of the pain! The titanic meat spread her pussy past biological bounds, making her in effect a skin wrapping of the monster's cock, but it nonetheless sent spirals of pleasure throughout her, and mixed with the fires of the pain, it was overwhelming.

Her last objection evaporated in the most intense orgasm of her centuries of existence. She found herself loving her hot black lover's grotesque torso as it moved up and down, commanding her, owning her, making her his property. She was his slut, his toy, and she heard her voice begging for more. "More!--Harder!--Fuck me, lord!--FUCK ME!--" 

Abbadon smiled, baring his cruel teeth. She was like all the rest. No control of her body--it responded only to his cock. He had released her legs from his shoulders, at first to flail helplessly beside him, but gradually her legs had wrapped automatically around his heaving buttocks, helping him, adding her strength to his lunges. 

"Deeper! Oh, my god!--Harder!" Like all the rest, she couldn't stop barking, begging him to fuck her. 

Not really intending to, Abaddon always drove his sluts into constant, incessant, maddening rounds of climaxes, lurching and writhing under him in mindless female fuck-frenzy. A minor amusement, he watched their thrashings as he claimed their flesh as his own, stretching them into his property, rendering them unable evermore to achieve pleasure with lesser males. On those occasions when he fucked mortal women foolish enough to summon him, of course they died, their bodies incurably ravaged.

But immortal Anniazgh, feeling the giant ejaculation of the demon like a tidal wave, thrilled, out of her mind, every cell in her body straining, quivering, ecstatic as Abbadon's cumming drove her into the most thunderous orgasm of her existence. Speechless, stuttering, she muttered coarse sounds until finally exhausted, she lay back, breathing hard, obedient, quiet, eager for whatever--anything--he would give her.

She was his slave. She knew it. And she didn't care. She'd never felt so incredible, so wonderful, so--humiliated, ravished, dominated, and delirious--in all her centuries of her existence.

The demon's final blessing, his precious semen surging up into her distended body, was the final lock on her enslavement. As the molten lava flooded her, continuing her orgasmic even as she lay exhausted, she shuddered in pleasure as the demon bred her, her teeth chattering, out of control. 

The monster held her in that mindless, unspeakable bliss for nearly an hour. So thoroughly inseminated was she, Abbadon's boiling sperm filled every crevice inside her, great streams of it ran back out her cunt, and she lay in a broad pool of it on the bench.

And he pulled out the giant cock.

Immediately Anniazgh was desperate. "Agh, my lord, don't leave me empty!"

Abbadon looked down at her. "Look thou at this mess, bitch. Rise up and clean me off!" Even though she wished to lie wallowing in her afterglow, Anniazgh got up quickly and licked the slime off the mighty dong. When she had licked him clean, he growled, "And the rest, slut!"

She dropped to lap the pooled sperm from the bench. "I love the taste of your seed, my lord."

The demon smiled. Her will was broken. Another foolish cunt had succumbed to him. "Thou shalt wait upon my summons, upon the chance that I should need a slutty whore betimes--"

"Oh, my lord, do not leave me! I can live only to serve your mighty cock!"

He smiled. "But stretched out for me, thy cunt is no longer a pain to thee when I enter. I much prefer the sound of thy screams. ""Yoauâ mßschnaræ nowghva ÿoghuamn!"

At the sound of the spell and the touch of Abbadon's finger, Anniazgh's body suddenly reverted to her original human, mortal condition! "When I choose to fuck thee again, I will enjoy thy wails once more."

She fell to the ground, unconscious, her internal organs returning to human positions. When she came to, she was in terrible pain, sore, almost unable to move. She looked about. The demon was gone. Returned to his plane of existence. "My lord," she screamed, "do not leave me! Take me with you to be your slut!"

But he was gone. Anniazgh, suddenly aware of her mortality, aches and pains throughout her fuck-exhausted body, staggered away along the dark paths, no longer able to see in the dark, stumbling and falling, scratched by branches, her mind buzzing with the horror of her new situation.

Mortal again, she would be an easy victim for the members of her "family" unless she managed to keep the secret. I can do that. I will wait for the time my lord Abbadon summons me to another fucking!

What Anniazgh didn't know, however, was that Xaphan, suddenly more powerful as an immortal, even though he was a second-level demon, followed her through the woods, reading her thoughts, and gloating. Let us return to the city, Abbadon's whore, and perhaps thou shalt be of service to me, too!

And Anniazgh hurried, desperate to get back to her coffin before sunrise. She was in a terrible state. She had flown most of the way as a bat, returning to human form only to retrieved the robe and conjure materials stashed some distance from the hut. 

Suddenly, horrified, she saw the sunrise. Oh, no, I was with Abbadon through the whole night!

But she was still alive. The sun! For the first time in centuries I can see it!

The sun was high in the sky by the time she reached her villa near Pescara. She slipped into the house unseen--all her vampire cohorts would be in their coffins. She had planned to move her household away from the place, using legions of minor demons and imps to carry household materials and the vampires' coffins to a new villa across the Adriatic in Split, Croatia. But all those plans were dashed. 

She sat in a chair on the balcony, looking at the sun on the sea for the first time in 200 years. I am alone. Not only as suddenly human, but I now have the fiery cunt of a human bitch, one who craves to be fucked. She picked up a piece of parchment. Is there a spell I can write that will make me Abbadon's consort? She chuckled bitterly. He would not have me.

At that moment, words magically appeared on the paper:



Be my whore, bitch, and I will keep thy secret!

She gasped. It is Milord Abbadon!

She ran to a closet and fetched the materials for a demonic summons. Stumbling and clumsy, she hurriedly set up the materials, starting a fire in a ceramic pot on the balcony. She wrote the magic script, but forgetting how the name of Abbadon was written in the magic language, she wrote it to summon "he who is here with me":



When the Bible burned and the script with it, from the clouds of smoke appeared a skinny creature Anniazgh did not recognize. "I thank thee, my bitch. Xaphan has not felt a material body in centuries." 

His wizened, shriveled face was ugly. "Thy cunt plagues thee to be fucked, doth it not? I have a solution for thee. Fuck the "men" I bring to thee, and I will keep thy secret from the vampires who sleep in the coffins in this house."

Everything was moving too fast for her. Wordless, she followed the minor demon into the lingering smoke from the fire, and with an incantation, he took her back to the dimension of hell.

There in a dark, loathsome hovel a distance from the black castle of Abbadon, he stripped the clothing from her and thrust her into a filthy room with stone walls the color of rotting wood. Other than piles of dirt and garbage on the floor, the room held only a small cot--wooden legs and a grimy canvas sagging between--without blankets or pillow. "Here shall be thy 'place of work.'"

With that, he left Anniazgh alone. She sat on the cot. The feeble light in the room came from a single candle. What have I gotten myself into. Still, burning with horniness and dying to mate, she waited.

Her first "customer" was not a man. He was a demon with a smooth, shiny black skin--almost like polished marble. He had the body of a man but the head of a jackal. 

"Make yourself ready, bitch."

Annaizgh gaped. "Who are you?"

"I am Yinepu, once known as Anubis, and I was a god, the Jackal God, thou slut." He gnashed his teeth. "Now all the Egyptian gods are dead, and I live as a demon."

Another demon who wore clothing, he had on a white Egyptian kilt, but he unbuckled the golden belt and let the kilt drop to the floor. 

In the dim light, she saw his cock, a pink shaft jutting out of a black sheath. It looked unnatural, and she was sickened, but with an aching cunt, she leaned back and spread her legs.

But no, the disgusting dog-demon demanded she roll over on hands and knees. Oh no!

 

But she had no choice. Yinepu was a powerful male and a powerful demon. His hips already jerking, he mounted her, his arms at the sides of her shoulders. 

Yinepu humped his slick red prick toward her crotch, and she was amazed that he had trouble finding her cunt. In despair, she reached back to guide his red maleness into her and waited for the first stroke, eager for the big, pointed cock to plunge into her and ease her lust.

The shock of his entry made her shriek, and Yinepu, wonderfully well-endowed, began fucking her insanely. Finally reduced to a happily rutting slut, Anniazgh moaned his name, overcome, suddenly reduced to a delirious whore at the end of the jackal-demon's cock. But for as much as it filled her guts, the cock of Yinepu was still nothing compared to the manhood of Abbadon.

But neither was Anniazgh's cunt the same. She felt the human adjustment around the huge, invading cock, and she loved it. Even the stretch generated an orgasm!

How I love this! The jackal-demon fucked her like she craved to be fucked, and with a final moan from her, he stripped away any shred of femininity or dignity from her accepting body--he fucked her like a mere bitch.

But she loved the feeling, total, abject surrender. Possessed body and soul by a dominant male. Used for his pleasure. A cunt, a hole in the bitch's body, a receptacle for his lust. Aching to be bred and receive his seed.

With another moan, Anniazgh realized she was his loving bitch, obedient to her master. She panted like a dog and rocked her hips back to meet his thrusts, but Yinepu had yet one more surprise for her--his canine "knot," the large ball-shape at the base of his cock that would lock him in place as he bred her. 

Groaning with him, delirious in the ecstasy he had fucked her into, Anniazgh felt a strange sensation, something even bigger than his cock pressing against her cunt. Yinepu grew even more frenzied in his lunges, striving to force the knot into her, and suddenly she felt a sharp pain. She screamed, and with a pop, the knot was inside her and rapidly swelled even larger, sealing itself inside.

Thrust into her all the way, Yinepu began short lunges, and in spite of the obscenity of being bred by the jackal-demon, Anniazgh gloated in the glorious feeling. It was wonderful. To be owned by such a magnificent demon. His by right of conquest. She closed her eyes. She had degraded herself. Betrayed and abandoned her new humanity just to experience the humiliation and submission. And she had done eagerly. Surrendered willingly.

As the demon's cum pumped inside her clogged pussy, she had orgasm after orgasm, driven mad by the pressure of his discharge and the pleasure in being taken. His weight on her back, his cock deep in her cunt, Anniazgh was trapped, locked onto his spurting cock, and she could do nothing until he was finished with her. Yinepu he kept her on her hands and knees for an hour, going through orgasm after orgasm, pleasantly sore. 

And full. Reveling in a new master, knowing she was a bitch. A real bitch. His bitch.

When finally Yinepu's cock shrank inside her, she groaned in regret. He pulled out and walked to the doorway where Xaphan waited. His jism streamed down her legs.

Anniazgh had been thinking in terms of becoming Yinepu's harlot, his possession, but to her dismay, she saw him drop something into Xaphan's hand. Payment. She was just a whore.

And thus began an endless time of whoring, servicing dozens, hundreds of horny demons.

-==(^)==-

Another of Xaphan's customers that day--or was it night? Or yet day again? Anniazgh lost track of time. Perhaps she was there weeks. 

The strangest customer was Nyarlathotep, the crawling chaos. The previous customer wanted his sex without light, so the candle was snuffed out, and Anniazgh could not see the next demon who approached her. 

Nyarlathotep slithered closer but did not thrust his body onto her. Only a single, long tentacle reached out. 

In the darkness, Anniazgh did not consider that the next demon to fuck her might be the least human of all. She felt a big, wonderfully big cock--already slimy with lube--surge into her still seething cunt, and she gave in to the pleasure. 

It had been a terrible time to that point. Sex with monsters. Sex with ugliness. Sex with brutes. Anniazgh wanted nothing more than to forget her disgusting role for a moment--with a good fuck. She was pleased with the new customer: he had a thick, long cock, and it was well lubed (he had slicked himself up more gallantly than many of the males who had fucked her so far). This new one fucked her fast and hard, and she grunted contentedly each time he thrust forward into to her. She became a submissive receiver to the rutting male.

But as Nyarlathotep slugged away at her like a jackhammer, making her his possession, Anniazgh raised her legs to wrap them gratefully around his lower back--discovering suddenly that Nyarlathotep had no back! A demon whose body was a writhing mass of tentacles, he took advantage of her change of position, and Anniazgh screamed as another tentacle, slimy as all the rest, thrust into her rectum!

A tentacle perfect for the purpose, it was narrow and pointed at the firm end, but it thickened into a fat appendage further on, and suddenly Anniazgh's unaccustomed asshole was taken as her cunt had been. The familiar sucking sound of sweaty sex was strangely doubled--the two tentacles fucked at different rates and rhythms.

Horrified, Anniazgh struggled as more tentacles writhed over her butt cheeks, seeking other holes. Still more crawled in their own slime like slugs over her belly, moving up to encircle her tits, tickling and undulating over her nipples.

In spite of her nausea, Anniazgh found her body responding to the shapeless monstrosity more and more, and finally unable to control herself, she moaned encouraging words of lust, begging him to make her his whore. She sweat heavily, and as it mixed with the slime of the demon, the scent was eerie. 

Anniazgh recognized her own odor--horny, wet female--but the male component was strange and erotic: the heaviest scrotum-odor she'd ever smelled, and it was mixed with the salty smell of the ocean and with blood, a metallic odor somehow evil beyond description. 

But for as loathsome and frightening as the demon was, her body would not let her deny that he--it--knew how to pleasure her. And as the two wonderful tentacles continued to fuck her, yet another tentacle found her mouth!

Her surprised scream was muffled as the greasy appendage thrust into her mouth and down her throat! Trained as she had been by Abbadon, Anniazgh knew how to deep-throat, but she was caught off-guard by a tentacle lined with suckers. 

That made no difference to Nyarlathotep. With a deep thrust, he sank the tentacle deep into her, and he himself let out intense, deep grunts. Hovering over her in the darkness, he sent out yet more tentacles to explore her body, writhing all over her wet chest, holding her in position by wrapping around her legs, encircling her arms, and Anniazgh felt two smaller, wormlike tentacles finally begin fucking her ears.

She panicked when more tentacles probed at her eyes, and she clenched them shut. The tentacles moved elsewhere, and finally every inch of her body was covered with crawling, slimy, leathery tentacles. Some with suckers attached to her and lifted her off the filthy cot. Anniazgh was suspended in mid-air, penetrated in every hole, encircled in every part of her body--tentacles between her legs, writhing up and down her ass-crack, the two greater tentacles fucking her asshole and pussy, tentacles between her toes, tentacles around each finger.

Finally reaching his pleasure, Nyarlathotep took a deep breath from wherever it was in his shapeless body that he breathed, and dropping Anniazgh's body back onto the cot and collapsing atop her like a dead octopus, suddenly each of his tentacles began to ejaculate. 

Held in a vise of slimy tentacles, she felt hot liquid gush all over her body and seep from her still-plugged holes, and it was too much. She could not hold back the orgasm that swept over her, an amazing one that started in her pussy but spread to her asshole and then across her whole body, everywhere a tentacle writhed over her. 

She felt ecstasy even in her ears. Even in her nipples, which actually spurted little jets of milk in bliss. The monster gave her pleasure even between her toes and fingers

Nyarlathotep began to withdraw. Tentacle after tentacle pulled back from her. When the tentacle-cock withdrew from her throat and mouth, her first words were barely audible, meaningless sounds of a satisfied, pleasured female.

When Nyarlathotep was gone, he left her as slime-covered as a snail, a filthy, wet slut lying in a great pool of his watery sperm, one of her legs off the cot, resting on the floor. 

And again Anniazgh felt empty. But not for long. Throughout the nights and days Xaphan kept her cunt, asshole, and mouth busy servicing finally hundreds of the hordes of hell. He called her his best slut, "Thou hast fucked nearly the entire Army of Hell. Thou art the army wife!"

-==(^)==-

After more fucks than she could count, Anniazgh found herself submitting to minor demons, the very imps she intended to summon into slavery. A dozen of the small creatures leaped onto her body and tortured her. Expecting the usual insertion and fuck motions, Anniazagh was tormented as they fought over her and finally one stuck his tiny little cock in her--just a titillating little tickle, nothing satisfying, and the rest crawled all over her, digging at her nipples with their pin-like teeth, pinching her skin, and tickling her everywhere.

At first tormented and teased to distraction, she tried to stand up and cast them all from her, screaming at the little bastards like mischievous little boys, but they stayed in place, and when joined by yet more, they dragged her back down onto the cot, legs splayed. 

Finally one thrust his entire body up inside her pussy while another sucked her clit into his mouth, actually chewing on it, and Anniazgh was driven into yet another orgasm. In a strange, awkward climax, the pleasure slowly built as the many furry little imps teased, snuggled, and fucked with her. As if her body were crawling with rats, Anniazgh bent her head back, growled, and gave in to the pleasure. 




Summons for the Demon