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Sinspawn Ch. 01

By: bobsamade



***AUTHOR'S NOTE - Garden of Hellish Delight Chapter 5 is on the way but I fancied a bit of a change of pace and so I put this together. 

It's a bit more lighthearted than the Garden series, in which John is very much a martyr.

Also, any resemblances herein to any persons in real life, wither alive or dead are purely coincidental and shouldn't be taken seriously.

Please-don't-sue-me-lol etc etc ***

*

In a remote corner of Hell, in the centre of a stone cavern that throbbed with the heartbeat of a million foul monsters scuttling along its depths, a council of demons sat at an ebony table on crystalline chairs, plotting.

But these demons had no horns or talons, scales or jaws; these demons had luscious red lips and glossy hair, full, round breasts and tight, dripping snatches.

The Elder Council of the Third Echelon of the Lost Succubi of the Vortex was holding an emergency meeting.

On its eight seats sat an array of succubi millenia old, though to human eyes none of the stunning creatures assembled could have been a day over 30.

All eight of the assembled succubi sat on crystal thrones which bore a hole in the seat. Inside lay tentacular demon spawn which would steadily milk their pussies as they sat -- the only way the succubi had found to keep their own bodily needs from distracting them from concentrating during important business.

And important business it was... chairman Lilly had held an emergency meeting to discuss news that had troubled her.

A bushy-maned redhead at the end of the table with a body that no human could even dream of placed her hands on the table to speak.

"My fellow sluts," she began in her customary opening. "Whores, harlots, seducers of men and conquerors of libido.

"I have been given news that troubles me greatly; it would appear a human has found a route out of Hell, a rip in the dimension of the Great Inferno itself.

"Lucifer is mightily pissed, as you might expect, and wants it sealed. In the meantime, I have instructed all the gathered demons of lust within a ten-climax radius of it to make Hell's current human residents more... comfortable. Suffice to say any human caught near that exit would no longer want to use it, even if he ...or she... could.

"I had already instructed Farrah to go through the portal and retrieve the human, but that has caused.... complications. She has been stripped of a large swathe of her power and, well... you can see the results for yourself."

A chestnut-haired girl, who looked to be mid-20s was convulsing on her throne, running one hand through her thick, silky hair and another clutching her chest.

When passing through the portal, the succubus had felt an almighty wrenching feeling clawing at her very being, as nearly all her demonic power was pulled away.

Sitting in her throne now, she no longer had the immunity to the aphrodisiac toxins produced by the creature that her sisters possessed.

Nor too did she have the mental barriers implanted in all succubi to pleasure conditioning used by demonspawn, as her twentieth orgasm ripped through her in the hour she'd been seated since her private pre-meeting session with Lilly.

Aware of this, the creature used its limited psychic ability to probe her unresisting mind and focus more of its stimulation on pleasurable areas and less on others.

After an hour of this, Farrah was shaking as if the grip of a seizure.

"What do we do?" murmured one exotic-looking succubus with ringlets of black hair and a hefty chest, whose gaze was lingering on Farrah, almost longingly.

"Simple, we go through," said Lilly, drawing shocked gasps from around the room.

"But... we'll be at the mercy of the humans!"cried another, this time blonde, succubus with deep blue eyes.

"One good fuck and we will be theirs!" she cried, biting her lower lip and closing her eyes.

"Now that's where you're wrong," said Lilly, triumphantly, as she fished a glass vial out of the tight cleavage produced by her skimpy PVC corset.

"Behold, sisters, the effect of human sperm."

Lilly got out of her throne with a loud squelch as her demon was yanked from within her.

She walked over to helpless Farrah and gripped her chin as she shook.

Tipping the vial in, she poured all of its contents inside the girl's mouth whose innate reaction was to greedily swallow and stick her tongue out to lick its remains.

Soon after swallowing, Farrah stopped her thrashing, her eyes opened and she slowly focused them on Lilly.

"Lilly... I...I'm sorry... I lost control..."

"Not your fault, young one, you have been robbed of your powers," said the chairman as she kissed Farrah softly on the lips.

"This was the effect of the contents of one load of human sperm. We will need many... many more to completely reverse the damage we will take by passing through the portal."

"But why pass through at all?" asked another brunette as she gyrated on her seat.

"It's only one human. His soul will be damaged by spending so long in our plane. He won't last long before he breaks down into the aether."

"Because this is not about one soul, my sisters... this is about opportunity.

"I see this as... our chance to invade humanity itself."

A shocked gasp filled the room once more, punctuated by a slow moan from Farrah. Her sperm shot was already wearing off. 

'We will need MANY men to undo the damage this will cause,' thought Lilly.

"How on Hades do you expect us to do that?" said the brunette again.

"We won't be able to persuade anyone else to help, and there are but eight of us.

"We may have some fun, but we will never be able to completely dominate them. We will spend all our time trying to restore our powers before we can drain them of their souls."

"We won't be able to take souls," conceded Lilly. "At least not in the way to which we are accustomed.

"But we will have help -- we will summon the Great Breeder."

A third gasp -- followed by an excited yelp by Farrah. She blushed and looked away when everyone turned to face her.

"I am aware of the implications, sisters, but with its help, we will dominate the humans and own them in their realm.

"They have always been but livestock to us... now, we shall simply run the farm."

***

Dr Helen Mayweather cut through another overgrown batch of creeper as she dove deeper into the South American rainforest.

There was a hefty commission on this project -- one that would see her set for life -- but after months exploring overgrown jungle, she was beginning to wonder if she'd been led on a wild goose chase.

For one thing, she'd never heard of the company that had hired her -- Desire Inc (which sounded more like a sex toy manufacturer) -- but when your bank account's empty and the next rent bill's coming through, you take what you can get.

Things were picking up though -- she could swear she could hear voices up ahead. It could mean progress, but it could also mean she'd gone in circles and reached a settlement she'd already visited.

The undergrowth was thinning out and she was about to reach a clearing. With a few final chops of her machete she was through.

"What... the... fuck...?" she said as her eyes took in the sight that greeted her.

Four women built like porn actresses were standing stark naked in front of a massive green pod, which was held in the writhing grip of an array of creepers.

One of the women, who all wore an extractor mask over their mouths, stepped forward to greet her.

"Hello Helen," she said. "You found your plant."

Helen had not gathered herself enough to respond to the bizarre sight in front of her when she felt her nipples harden. Little bullets pressed against her jungle gear tank top and the temperature seemed to rise further, demanding that she drop her bag.

She had barely done so when she noticed a damp stain appearing on her crotch. Was she... getting wet?

The heat was stifling and she felt she had little choice other than take her tank top off. As she dropped it to the ground, she noticed for the first time the light droplets of pollen floating in the air -- the same pollen she had now been breathing in for several minutes.

A heavy throbbing had started at her crotch and she began to feel incredibly aroused despite herself, overcome with a need to fill the void growing between her thighs.

Her left hand flew inside her trousers, while her right fumbled to undo her bra, her mind ignoring the situation she was in and the company nearby as it rushed to meet the need for stimulation the body had placed on it.

The four ladies approached and in moments the women were pulling down her shorts and underwear, and taking off her boots.

Within minutes, Helen was writhing on the ground, her left hand still glued to her crotch in a frantic attempt at self-pleasure, while her other hand was fondling her breasts.

In her delirium, Helen didn't spot the tubular fronds slithering along the grass towards her before wrapping round her legs.

The sensation as they slithered sensuously across her skin was enough to catch her attention however.

"What the?!" she exclaimed, as more fronds reached out and wrapped round her arms.

She struggled against the restraints, but to no effect. Much as she wanted to escape though, she found her most pressing need was release of a more sexual nature.

One of the women, a young blonde, reached over and played idly with Helen's clit, while steadily pumping a finger in and out of her pussy.

"I bet you're dying to have this filled, aren't you?" she asked through her breather mask.

"Not long now, earth-slut."

Helen moaned at the touch, and was soon bucking her hips in climax. As she did so, the fronds holding her legs yanked them upwards and apart, splaying her out as if she was visiting the gynaecologist's.

A large vine with several small fronds a foot away from its end slid out of the pod and headed straight for the crotch.

The blonde withdrew her hand, allowing the vine to nuzzle against her labia, while its fronds unfolded and came to rest on her clitoris. Slowly the fronds coiled round it, tighter and tighter as they gripped it like a vice, causing her to thrust her hips involuntarily, desperate to be tipped over the edge again, but without anything to fill her.

Slowly the vine at her crotch pressed against her pussy and gained ground as her flesh gave way. It slid rapidly in, aided by her liquid excitement and penetrated Helen deeply, coming to a rest far inside her.

Helen sighed contentedly at the feeling of being so full. She wasn't sure if it was the effect of the pollen, especially as she should be petrified by now, but feeling so full was just so... pleasant right now.

The vine inside her rapidly pulled back, to the point it had almost withdrawn completely, before shooting in a second time. After another round of test thrusts, the vine picked up a rhythm and was soon rapidly pumping in and out of the helpless woman.

To Helen, the sensation came as an incredible relief, and she thrust back against the vine as it did so.

The thrusting of the vine was sending electric sensations to the rest of her body as she writhed in the grip of the fronds, which slithered seductively across her nubile flesh.

An orgasm ripped through her, and Helen became aware of a change in the plant, as a large liquid sound came from the direction of the pod.

Soon, the vine that led into Helen was pulsing as a large mass rapidly shifted through it, swiftly followed by another, and another, and another...

The captured botanist felt a brief flash of panic as the first pulse hit and she felt a massive discharge of thick, gunky liquid inside her womb.

The ensuing loads hit her fast and hard, and within seconds, her belly was so distended it resembled the late stages of a pregnancy.

Helen's head was spinning now, thanks to a potent combination of drugs in the semen that filled her.

As she looked down, she giggled at the sight of her swollen tum.

"I got knocked up!" she laughed, to no one in particular.

Looking round, she noticed the four hot women from before, still wearing those funny masks on their faces.

"Hey, come and check this out!" she called to them.

"Weeell... look who's got a bun in the oven!" cooed one patronisingly.

"'Oo's a filthy slut, then?" said a brunette, stroking her hands across Helen's stomach.

"Me!" snorted Helen with a giggle.

The plant's restraints on Helen stirred to life again, and began dragging her towards the plant.

At that moment, a new element of the drug's intoxication hit her as her head swam in a pleasant drowsiness.

"Oh bye-bye Helen!" said the blonde who'd fingered her earlier.

"Yes, buh-bye!" said the brunette.

"I'm being eaten..." she said to them, with a look of wonder on her face as her legs were pulled inside a tight orifice that had opened in the pod.

"Oh no, it's better than that," said the blonde with a wink. "Enjoy!"

"Hurrr...." moaned Helen, as the edge of the orifice slid past her throat, and within seconds her head had disappeared. With a pop, she was completely gone.

"It has begun," declared the blonde.

***

It was the eyes that should have given it away. 

Marc Green was lying on his back while his girlfriend sucked him off, thinking about how lucky he was. Naomi was usually very coy about oral sex, and was clearly a bit put off at the idea of putting her mouth to the same piece of meat most often used for venting piss.

Yet here she was, slurping his dick like a pro. With an intense technique, his 18-year-old honey had kept his eyes fixed in a mesmerising stare.

Maybe it was the rarity of the situation, or the supercharged eroticism of the blowjob, but Marc was unable to take his eyes off hers as her head bobbed and twisted in his lap, even as his impending orgasm approached.

He couldn't figure it out; one day, same old shy Naomi, the next she's treating him like a different person and sex felt like she wanted it of him, not that she thought it would keep him happy.

Not that he was complaining, of course.

"Baby, you taste so good," she sighed as she came up for air, her hand grasping his harder than usual shaft.

"See? I kept telling you it wouldn't be so bad once you tried it," he said, grinning like a cheshire cat.

Naomi grinned back and ducked down for more, and it wasn't long before her attention tipped him dangerously close to the edge.

He rested his hands on her head, then had a brief flash of panic. 

Shit, he didn't have anything to catch his load with. There were no tissues nearby, or anything disposable to soak it up on, and he was pretty damn sure Naomi wasn't secretly into bukkake.

Too late, he was coming. Fuck, he was going to make a mess...

He came. Naomi hadn't moved an inch.

She swallowed it all! Not just that, but she was really getting into it!

Still sucking, she cleaned out the last dregs of spunk off his deflating member.

Withdrawing, she licked her lips and grinned again.

"And I thought the appetiser was nice. I never knew the mains could be so good!"

Marc stared at her incredulously.

"Oh! Class starts soon, I've got to go! I'll see you later!"

And with that, she left, leaving the janitor's store closet door swinging behind her as she did so, while Marc sat on the boxes of cleaning tools in a bewildered silence, fearful that if he tried vocalising what had just happened, it would break some wonderful illusion.

The sound of another set of footsteps grew closer.

***

Next door to Naomi's class, a graduate careers seminar was taking place, advising all 18-year-old students on prospective careers.

20 students sat in front of the new teacher, who the school had apparently seen fit to hire for one end-of-year lesson only, but several in the audience had an idea why.

Sitting at the front of the classroom was a dazzling brunette who would only be a few years older than the students she was 'teaching'.

Her feet were neatly covered by shiny red stilettos, with nothing covering her smooth and glimmering legs, all the way up to the thighs. A short miniskirt was the only thing preventing the students from seeing her undergarments -- though as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, it was doing a pretty poor job of it. Above it, a white cotton shirt was undone by three or four top buttons, revealing an eyeful of the woman's massive cleavage, which possessed dimensions of near-comical proportions.

On top of the mountains of creamy flesh the pupils eyes had to traverse to reach the top of their new teacher sat a face of beauty with eyes that bore into the soul through a dainty pair of spectacles and found a way out through one's sexual organs. A full and glossy head of hair cascaded down her shoulders.

There wasn't a soft dick in the room. All the boys looked on in unashamed lust, while the girls stared, trying to work out where she bought the clothes that showed off her curves so well, or just how she got her hair that glossy.

Or how what must have been costly amounts of silicone looked and moved so naturally.

A couple of brighter girls were wondering how on earth she was allowed to teach lessons dressed so inappropriately, or why the school had even hired her when none of the other teachers had any leaves of absence, or were even off sick. 

Mr Symes, the headteacher, was a notoriously greasy old letch though -- that probably had something to do with it.

"Now then, class, so good to see you all here," she said. "My name is Desiré."

Desiré wrote the name on the board in elegant swirls, though neglected to accent the e at the end.

"Um, Miss... Desiré?" asked a frowning bespectacled girl with her hand outstretched.

"Yes dear?"

"Shouldn't we be calling you by your surname?"

Desiré walked over to the girl's desk with a friendly smile.

"Well, I am your teacher, and I'd like to get to know you all more personally," she said, as she took the girl's hand in hers, placing her spare hand on top and squeezing gently.

The girl gave an unconscious sigh and stared off into space for a second before coming back to earth and shaking her head slightly.

"Now, in a few months, you'll all be going into the big wide world and facing a whole new raft of challenges," she said, with a condescending smile.

It was patronising garbage, but no one in the room giggled, sighed or rolled their eyes. She had everyone's complete attention.

"But you'll probably find these challenges to be very enjoyable. And that's a major part of choosing a career. What kind of challenges do you find enjoyable?

"Now, I've got my own seat here, but those seats you're sitting in look very comfortable.

"Why don't you take a sit back in those comfortable seats and think about what you enjoy.

"Let's start with the boys; close your eyes, and think of what you like."

Every male in the room closed his eyes, and without fail, the picture they saw with their eyes closed was no different than the one they had when open. Desiré was standing there -- a hot picture of sinful beauty, permeating their thoughts.

"Now, let's think about taking what you enjoy. It's what you want, it's within your grasp, so you should go for it.

"Seize it, and take your pleasure!"

Every man in the room was now fucking Desiré, in their head. She no longer had her teasing clothes on, and was instead buck naked beneath or above them as every male writhed in ecstasy with the teacher, in their heads at least.

"Now girls, let's do it with you. There's a wealth of pleasurable experiences to be had out there, you know.

"So sit back in those comfy chairs of yours, and close your eyes.

"And imagine. Imagine just letting go of your worries or inhibitions and letting those pleasurable experiences take you.

"Let them take you, girls!"

Every girl now had their eyes closed, and as they pictured themselves consumed by a variety of pleasures.


Sinspawn Ch. 01



Sighs filled the room, and little by little, the girls' crotches became progressively damper.

"That's good everyone, you're all doing so well.

"Now, in a second I want you to discuss what you've learnt about yourself with the person sitting next to you, but I don't want you to do it with words. I want you to do it purely with actions. This is a practical exercise.

"Now, open your eyes and discuss."

The eyes of every pupil in the room slowly opened and they caught sight of their immediate neighbour. It was pure coincidence, of course, that every pupil was sitting next to a member of the opposite sex.

Without a single word, the group moved. Men ripping clothes off the girls in a primal desire to reach their hidden folds, while the women just lay back and let them, occasionally pulling them in closer to help achieve maximum penetration.

It led for some odd pairings; a lanky pupil with glasses, greasy hair and acne was pumping away at a young blonde cheerleader, who was still wearing her top from practice earlier and writhing in pure delight as she sucked at his neck, while a musclehead jock from the football team was shaking ragged a delicate asian girl who had promised her parents only last night not to associate with boys they hadn't met and approved or to stay out past 7pm, but here she was, flopping and thrusting back at him with reckless abandon.

The scene carried on for an hour before Desiré grew bored. The impossibly attractive teacher removed her specs and undid her skirt, letting it drop to the floor, before her unbuttoned shirt followed suit. Her bra and panties soon joined them until the class's new teacher stood before the sexual frenzy wearing nothing but her much-loved stilettos. 

Cutting across the shrieks of delight, she addressed all the pupils.

"Attention, class!" she piped.

Everyone froze mid-thrust and looked.

"I need a volunteer to come forward and stick his cock between my legs."

Every girl was dropped to the floor without a second thought as the men rushed forward to present themselves.

"Now now, I only need one at a time," she laughed. "Or do I...?"

Desiré pulled herself onto her desk and rested on hands and knees with her rear facing the class.

"The first person to penetrate my pussy can have me."

The crowd surged forward, but the prize went to the jock, who didn't wait for a response before pumping away.

"Stop!" commanded Desiré, who then turned herself over gently, while keeping his cock imprisoned. She reached for his shoulders and pulled herself up, as he instinctively cupped her buttocks to support the weight.

"You," she said, pointing to an overweight pupil at the back of the line.

"You were last, so you may penetrate me from behind."

His eyes lit up.

"AFTER this young man here lowers himself onto his back so I may lie atop him."

The jock obediently did so, as the pupil walked round to the back of her.

"Never let it be said I don't offer consolation prizes," she said, blowing a kiss to him as he walked past.

"Now, you two," she said, indicating two blank faces in the middle.

"Stay there. The rest, return to fucking your partners."

And so they did. Desiré grabbed the cock of the pupil behind her, and gently eased it into her behind, which tugged him insistently in, once he got part the sphincter.

Beckoning the remaining two pupils, she held the cocks in her hands, gently fondling one while bringing the other to her lips.

In the space of twenty minutes, all four boys had come at the attentions of Desiré.

This prompted a reshuffle and a new batch of studs for the insatiable teacher, and so it continued for the rest of the school day, until last period, by which time a mass of exhausted students lay sprawled on the floor.

Plastered in cum and out of sight of the pupils, Desiré looked around cautiously before all traces of semen on her body seemed almost to be sucked in through her pores.

It had taken a great deal of concentration and focus to achieve this, and it would take the rest of the day for her mind to recover, but it was an important step, with rich pickings from a quality pool of resources. She felt stronger already, and was certain she now had the power to manipulate the pupils into another round of orgy, this time keeping everyone going until they expired.

But fun as that would be, that was not the point.

Opening the door a crack, she called out into the hallway.

"Sisters!"

Two more beautiful creatures stumbled out of the store closet, where it was clear they'd spent the day enjoying each other's company. 

A rather exhausted young man lay in a near-comatose heap on a pile of boxes inside, a big grin plastered across his face.

"Oh my..." one of them gasped as she saw the sight inside the classroom.

"Desiré, you DIRTY girl!" grinned the other.

"Quiet, they're still in thrall," hissed Desiré. "Now, take the females down to the portal seal in the basement.

"I've come to an understanding with that fool Symes and ensured you won't be seen."

And with that, the two women marched in and gave firemen's lifts to each of the girls, all of whom had glassy eyes, and a dopey smile.

The duo didn't return after their ten loads, and with motherly affection, Desiré dressed the male pupils and sat them back in their seats. She licked a couple of members clean as she did so; but she couldn't help it.

"Now, hear me," she said, and as she did so, distant faraway looks once more focused on her.

"All the girls had to leave early for, er... cervical cancer shots." She suppressed a giggle.

"From today, I want you to take away several things: that you should take what you want, that pleasure is good and that therefore you want to take pleasure when it's offered.

"But you won't remember any of the things you spent the day doing today. 

"You'll all remember a wonderfully informative set of seminars taught by a bright, trendy and professional teacher. Me."

"And you'll remember that when you hear the bell go for the end of school."

The students sat in impossible silence for several minutes, eyes focused on Desiré.

DRRRINNNGGG!!!!!

***

At Desire Incs Los Angeles headquarters, a board meeting was underway. CEO Lilly addressed her fellow board members from the end of the newly-waxed table while sitting astride a chair with a built-in 12" dildo thrumming away inside her. It just wasn't the same as the hellspawn.

"Sisters, it is time to update ourselves on our progress. But before we do, I must thank our dear Lucille, who has been instrumental in infiltrating the humans."

The succubus who had posed as sexpot teacher 'Desiré' at Beverley Hills High just weeks ago spoke up.

"Thank you mistress. It hasn't been easy; without our full powers, keeping humans in our thrall can be temperamental. But since my initial visit to Beverley Hills High, I have visited ten other high schools and six universities across the United States, capturing a total of 300 females.

"By my estimations, there should now be around 2,000 Sinspawn wandering around to subdue the males; of which there should be a couple hundred who will be far more responsive to them as a result of my infiltrations."

A collective coo surrounded the room, followed by a round of applause.

"Excellent work!" said Lilly, who permitted herself a brief rub of the clit to demonstrate her excitement at the news.

"Now, I believe Mirabel has been working on the politics of our plans."

The blonde who had helped capture Dr Helen Mayweather leaned forward to address the boardroom.

"Well, I've been quite influential with feminist groups in the country who want to see more women take positions of power," said the last woman one would expect to see promoting a feminist agenda excitedly, blonde ringlets bouncing as she did so.

"We want women alone running companies, reading the news, telling people what's safe and what isn't, what's right and what's wrong.

"My contacts support on me this and any who don't... well, they're now inside the breeder making beautiful Sinspawn babies.

"As for the men in positions of power, well, they've all been VERY obliging when I spoke to them, and just this morning, Stu Jones pledged to turn over Cherry Computers to Desire Inc, in return for some extremely depraved antics in the bedroom.

"I love the ones with active imaginations. Makes negotiating so much more interesting."

Mirabel seemed to have failed to realise her hand had slipped down to her crotch while she was talking and that two fingers were gently thrusting in and out of her pussy, in front of the dildo lodged inside.

"Compelling stuff," declared Lilly.

"That leaves us with crime and punishment. Venita?"

A latina with highlighted brunette hair and a cop's uniform with a shirt that was way too small to be practical took her turn to speak.

Without removing the aviator shades that the succubus had become rather fond of, she began.

"Men found to be breaking the law of lesser offences, including theft, assault, grand theft auto and mass murder will be punished by a semen extraction administered by either myself or the nearest Sinspawn," she said coldly. 

"Those found in the act of committing more serious offences, such as speaking out against sexual deviancy and lustfulness will be sentenced to a MindFuck administered by an on-duty Sinspawn.

"Their mind and will shall be sucked from their body at the same time as semen deposits, until such time as incorrect thinking has been neutralised.

"All female criminals shall be taken to the breeder to produce Sinspawn, but those who resist arrest shall be gooped," she added.

Attention turned to the corner of the room, where a translucent lump of purple slime the size of a large beanbag lay, quite clearly holding a woman captive inside.

The woman's eyes had rolled into the back of her head and her mouth gaped open in a slack-jawed grin, while bulges in the slime made it clear a large mass of it had burrowed inside her crotch, and others were massaging her and kneading her breasts.

It was quite clear that the woman was experiencing some form of pleasure-based sensory overload.

"The chemicals secreted by the goop have rendered her quite compliant while the solution lines the inside of her stomach and lungs, delivering oxygen and nutrients when needed.

"She will later be taken for use as a breeder.

"The system is infallible."

"Excellent work, everyone," enthused Lilly.

"We've set in motion a plan that cannot be stopped. The Sinspawn will spread and take every man on the planet, and the beauty of lust will consume civilisation.

"Humanity itself will be our sperm bank, with such... vast... deposits. Ours for the taking."

A lustful sigh filled the room, and the assembled succubi gently fondled their crotches while grasping at their chests.

"Now that I've whet your appetite," added Lilly. "Dinner is served."

"If you make your way down to the basement dining room, we have picked up a coach load of businessmen whose transport broke down a few blocks away.

"Let's have a banquet, and show them just how good the downfall of humanity will feel..."



Sinspawn Ch. 02



Helen Mayweather slowly returned to consciousness once more.

It had been a month since she had originally been taken by the giant plant in the rainforest and already so much had changed.

It had felt so good when she was first pulled inside the slippery, soft and seductive vegetation, but that could well have been because of the highly potent drugs that had been slamming through her brain.

They'd made her feel... well, they'd made her feel wonderful -- all her worries had evaporated and her body was taken away by a surging tide of desire.

Her nipples had swollen and her vagina... no, her pussy -- her sweet, hot cunt -- had begged and pleaded for stimulation -- for something, anything, to slam into it over and over.

On top of all of this was a tremendous sense of euphoria and a sense that everything was right in the world. Before encountering this plant, there were worries of debt, responsibilities, finding her place in the world of science.

Once the sweet euphoria hit though, not even being trapped inside the plant could bother her.

And she was so very happy it caught her. Inside it, an army of tendrils had slid across her body, kneading her muscles in just the right places, delighting her sensitive spots and tying up her up tight and immobile.

She'd never been one for bondage, but if it felt half as arousing as this flower pod's efforts, she could see the appeal.

Once she was safely trussed up in a foetal position, knees pinned to stomach, arms pinned to sides, the main stalk that had filled her so completely with that narcotic fluid began another assault on her pussy.

And this time she bucked and thrust back with all her might -- eager to become fuller, tighter and get more of the stuff inside her.

Eventually the fucking ceased and she drifted into a blissful slumber, while the vines caressed her.

Tiny tendrils slipped inside her ears and found her brain tissue, wrapping it up gently as they studied and probed it, learning all they could from it, before making delicate incisions to any parts of it that might offer resistance -- provided they wouldn't interfere with any functions needed to keep Helen alive and healthy.

Inside her stomach, the fizzing fluid congealed and solidified as something gestated and grew, and two days later the pod opened and she awoke for the first time.

Leaves unfolded and rested at the ground around her, while Helen sat on a giant flower bud -- held upright only by the green shoots of the plant.

Her legs were resting far apart, wrapped but not restrained in vines, while her arms rested at right angles to her body, held by the tendrils.

One leaf had not joined its companions on the floor and supported her back as she reclined against it.

Soft ferns were swaying in front of her, brushing past her body gently -- almost reverently, as if they carried some great respect for her.

Her stomach was enormous -- as if she was carrying a two-foot wide beach ball -- and her tits, her tits weren't much smaller.

They had been -- and still were being -- pumped full of something.

Two stalks with rubbery flowers at the end were attached to her nipples and were performing a seductively alternating push-pull action.

Helen knew she probably ought to go, that something about this was bad, but she couldn't think quite what.

Always one to trust her instincts, she tried leaning forward to get up, but found herself quickly being eased back down by the vines before she collapsed into a blissfully relaxed state.

SUCK-SHLUP-SUCK-SHLUP-SUCK-SHLUP

The more it went on, the more irresistible the feeling, and within minutes, Helen had thrust her impressive rack forward and into the sensation.

As she leaned into her delight, a woman entered her field of vision. The stunningly beautiful blonde woman who had been there before.

"Well, hello there," she beamed.

Helen said nothing, curious as to what was going on.

"I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself," said the woman, squatting down beside Helen.

"My name is Mirabel, and I'm here to help you. All of you."

Now Helen was just confused.

"Wh... Help? How? What?"

"Why, help humanity of course. You people are so violent, so angry. You're obsessed with such trivial follies; money, land, religion, sex. Well, can't fault you on the latter.

"I'm here to help. My sisters and I are going to stop your petty squabbles over the first three and give you more than your fair share of the last."

She winked at Helen, who simply looked back blankly in response.

"But I suppose you're still a little out of it from the Breeder plant. Can't blame you.

"That thing's filled you with spunk, cut out any resistance and right now is pumping your tits full of nutrients that will end up distributed to the rest of your body.

"Only what you need to stay alive, suppress your appetite and grow a killer bod.

"...not that you'll have much need for it..."

She leaned down to whisper in Helen's ear.

"You know, sometimes, out here, I start wondering... I start fantasising about what it would be like to be in there... Coming. Again and again..."

She reached a hand down to Helen's pussy which was dripping wet and slowly began a gentle thrusting with her two forefingers, causing her to squirm involuntarily.

"Filled with juicy Breeder sperm... Wrapped up nice and tight before being left in the open air and caressed. Over and over... Endlessly...."

Helen blinked. Endlessly?

"But that would be bad," finished Mirabel. "Very very bad."

"But then I'm a bad girl..."

She leant in and brushed her tongue past Helen's lips.

"I can resist though. The more important question is; can you?"

She rubbed a moist patch of earth beneath Helen's thighs, and at once a thick rubbery shoot emerged.

The thing was about four inches in diameter with a bright, lurid green all the way along the stalk, before culminating in a neon pink array of petals, that looked more like flesh than plantlife.

The head of the stalk pointed straight upwards and twitched, as if sniffing the air before pointing straight at Helen's crotch.

With unnatural speed, it flew straight at the warm target and clamped its petals down on her labia.

Slick juices stopped it from getting too tight and painful a hold, as it squirmed and gyrated round her lips.

With the triple assault of the two arousing pumping suctions on her breasts, and a third at her crotch, Helen squirmed in her throne, while tendrils slithered and ferns caressed.

It felt amazing, and hours passed as the sucking motion caused Helen to lose herself to endless pleasure, her body delicately played like an instrument in the grasp of the plant.

Content to just sit there, she lay back as the plant kept up the milking of her pussy and the reverse-milking of her breasts.

Mirabel returned hours later, to find the woman completely subservient to the thing, moving only to express her pleasure at the stimulation.

"Hello again, child," she purred. "You've been in there long enough, but now it's time.

"I have something to ask of you, concerning your current state."

Helen absently beamed with a lopsided smile.

"Now, it's almost time for this to end..." began Mirabel, trying to ignore the sudden disappointment on Helen's face.

"But you can go through this all again, straight away if you agree to one thing."

Helen was silent -- it was obvious she was interested.

"You're carrying the young of this plant -- which we call Sinspawn - in your belly right now, and that appendage between your thighs can help carry it out.

"But it can't do so without your permission.

"Helen, will you permit yourself to give birth to this creature, in exchange for more time with the plant?"

Helen, too swept in the pleasure to give a wordy answer, simply nodded her head vigorously.

"D-do it!"

"Very well, my dear," beamed the succubus.

She reached down and caressed the thick stalk, before rubbing Helen's crotch through the topmost petal.

This triggered what felt like a thick, wet stamen to push up inside Helen's pussy, further and further, eliciting heavy moans from its captive.

Higher it went, until it had penetrated her womb. Unseen to her, the hollow appendage dilated and engulfed the package within, before withdrawing outside again.

Looking down, Helen saw the petals on the stalk fold around a large green organic sphere, connected to her via a tube. Inside, something was shifting.

"This is going to be beautiful!" cooed Mirabel, before leaving Helen to stare in wonder.

The next few days could have been torture for Helen, who had to simply watch as the thing grew larger, no doubt fed nutrients from the cable that ran inside her. All the while her tits were deliciously milked by the plant, but that couldn't have overcome the burning emptiness she WOULD have felt at her crotch.

However, it seemed whatever nutrients that fed this pod were different to those marked for Helen, and had a marked effect as they passed through her. She grew drowsy quickly and was left in a state of comfortably heavy near-slumber as the thing grew. And grew. And grew.

It stopped growing when it reached not only the size, but also the shape, of a human being.

As the drug lulling Helen into a stupor wore off, the being inside writhed and shook, before a hand reached and tore at the sac. Eventually, it tore free and was joined by a second that worked with it to pull the bag open.

A gush of steaming fluid poured out followed by a distinctly recognisable figure.

It was Helen. Or at least, an idealised version of her.

This Helen had perfect, rounded firm tits. Large enough that she could attract the attention of even the most reserved of men, but not bloated as Helen's were.

Her thighs were thick and tight, and her crotch was smooth, hairless and glistening in the embrionic fluids.

Her wet hair was slicked back and her eyes... There was something about her eyes...

They held your attention... Helen found herself getting lost in them, until she... she...

...

...

"Your body is flawed..." said the woman.

"Huh? What?" said Helen, almost jumping in her seat as she snapped out of the reverie.

"Your body is flawed, and I am more beautiful," she stated. "I'm going to find your man. Your Stuart.

"I will entice him. He will want my body. We will fuck and it will be glorious.

"Fucking and fucking forever and ever... Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck...."

"Stop it!" screamed Helen. "I don't know what you are, but he'll never fall for this.

"You look like me, but your body's different... the scar on my back is missing...

"You won't fool anyone -- and besides... we're divorced," she said, feeling quite smug at that last victory.

"Human customs do not matter... I want his sperm... I will have his sperm... We will fuck... Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck..."

The woman repeated her mantra as she wandered off, away from Helen and the plant.

Leaves folded up around her, the cups on her breasts detached, and the ovipositor tentacle returned. Soon Helen was riding to another overpowering climax inside the cocoon of the plant, which was desperate to pump her full of more seed, and was forgetting the disturbing sight of her sexed-up clone.

***

That had been a month ago. By now, Helen had got used to the idea of the spawn trying to fuck Stuart.

After all, she didn't give a damn about him any more and as far as she was concerned, all she wanted was to stay inside the plant.

Good luck to the spawn if she wanted to try.

Since then, Helen had sired three more of the women, who had proudly announced they would be fucking someone else.

She had also since been joined by more of the pods and more human women.

All around her women were either bound to open pods, or were writhing inside closed ones.

Moans punctuated the air, and numbers had got so big that Mirabel, who had since vanished, had enlisted several Sinspawn to gain permission to sire more young from the captives.

That's what they were really. Captives. Not that anyone minded.

The forty-something woman bucking around as she was remorselessly sucked by the thick shaft at her pussy -she didn't mind.

The former senator whose mouth and tits were pressed against the edge of a closed pod, their outlines visible for all to see while she was humped and filled with addictive and narcotic sperm -- she didn't mind.

And the college girl who was squirming and giggling as a Sinspawn resembling Helen played with the prey by toying with her pussy, occasionally bending down to lick her out -- she certainly didn't mind.

All in all, none of the women present, which at this stage numbered over 5,000, seemed to mind about being pleasured night and day and giving birth to nymphomaniacal clones.

It just felt too good.

***

Stuart Patterson was tired, hungry and irritated. He'd been forced to work a staggering six hours overtime thanks to some screw-up from management, which they'd inevitably taken no responsibility for.

No doubt he wouldn't be paid for his overtime, but that wasn't what bothered him.

What bothered him was that when he'd rung that asshole Thompson at home to let him know the company's IT system was back up and running -- and secure -- the bastard bit him off for calling out of office hours.

That was just too much. 

As he slammed the door shut, still in a mild fit of rage, it was safe to say that the last thing he expected when he got in was to see his ex-wife Helen standing in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a silken dressing gown.

He was more bewildered than anything, though he had to concede that Helen looked good. She was always attractive, of course, but she must have undergone an intensive series of beauty treatments before hopping on the bus over.

"Helen? What? What the hell are you doing here? Are you okay?"

"Stu... I miss you..." his former wife sobbed.

Was it his imagination, or had she had a boob job since he last saw her?

"Dammit Helen, I thought we'd agreed that key was for emergencies," he growled. "We've been separated five years.

"I thought you'd be past this."

"You don't understand!" she cried, as she moved forward. "I was a fool! I thought only of myself! Never gave myself to you!

"If we could... try again, make it work..."

"Helen, I.. I don't blame you for our separation -- I worked far too many unreasonable hours... it was natural you wouldn't want to stay.

"But that hasn't changed -- look at the clock - and we can't get back together... It just wouldn't work."

Helen sidled up to him, reaching one arm behind his back, while the other began to slide down the front of his pants to fondle his privates.

"Okay," she conceded. "But what about one night together, no strings attached?"

Stuart wanted to say no, to get her out of the house, but there was something stopping him from doing so. A sweet, musky perfume that he hadn't picked up on before filled his nostrils.

His dick had become rock hard before Helen had even reached it, and he was finding it harder to think through the aroma.

"Helen... no..." he began. "Helen... I can't... no..."

"Sssh, Stuart," she whispered. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to...

"But if you did want to kiss me, to embrace me, I'd like that."

"No... can't... no..." he murmured.

"Can't... say... no..."

Helen lightly brought the hand on his back to the back of his head and brought him in for a kiss. Stuart didn't resist as his lips were guided to hers.

He locked lips with Helen and at once was lost. She gently probed his mouth with her tongue, before withdrawing and offering him the chance to do the same. He took it.

As Helen broke off the kiss and released his member, which was now dribbling with precum, she stepped backwards from him and dropped her robe to the floor.

Beneath it, the large breasts he deemed implants earlier hung freely, while her glossy blonde hair that hung from her shoulders was absent from her crotch, which glistened slightly in the warm light of the kitchen. Slender arms lay at her sides, the hands resting on hips that sat above smooth, toned and juicy thighs.

Stuart was too stunned for words and when Helen beckoned him over, the pair didn't even bother to head to the bedroom before Stuart ripped off his clothes and tackled his ex-wife to the floor.

She simply squealed with delight as she pulled him close and wrapped her thighs around him, as he pumped his straining member into the comfortable confines of her pussy.

He gasped in astonishment and arousal; Helen was much tighter, and yet slicker, than when he last entered her, all those years ago.

"Yes, my love, my everything, my all... Fuck me!" Helen moaned.

Stuart was taken aback slightly at first, but a contraction round his cock soon spurred him on into carrying out Helen's request.

He pumped and pumped away at his ex-wife, who gurgled with joy and begged for more. Never in all the time he had known her, had Helen ever been this enthusiastic and thrilled by the act of copulation.

Briefly he panicked, realising he wasn't wearing protection, but he could always trust Helen, and she certainly didn't seem to be bothered. She must be on the pill, he assured himself.

Without so much as a shrug, Stuart continued thrusting, eager to reach the mindblowing climax that was promised him.

He came, and as he did so, felt a liquid gush out of Helen's pussy and round his dick, bathing it in a fizzing sensation.

Yet again, Stuart was completely confused. Helen wasn't a squirter. His confusion swiftly vanished; fizzling away to be replaced by a floaty wave of bliss, spurring his dick to spurt on and on into her pussy.

Soon after it stopped, a wave of lethargy hit him.

"You look tired," said Helen, stroking his fringe with a hand. "Come on, I'll take you to bed."

Stuart felt like he was on the verge of passing out, and the very last thing he was aware of was Helen leaning down to pick him up like an infant, before he drifted down and blacked out and the Sinspawn carried him to the bedroom in her arms.

***

Marc lay on the bed, exhausted. He had just fucked Naomi for the third time that day. The third!

This was a girl who was usually either shy about, or annoyed by, his attempts to get his end away.

But over the past week, she'd been insatiable! Several times a day, different positions, different locations.

It was like she was a changed person! Naomi wasn't the only one; his dick seemed to be getting bigger too, but he put it down to imagining things thanks to his girlfriend's relentless pursuit of pleasure.

Her breasts seemed to be growing as well, though he hoped that much wasn't his imagination.

Occasionally he would try to confront her about it, but when she sensed something was coming, she would begin peeling off her clothes and look at him with her deep blue eyes and then... by the time he picked up his trail of thought, he would be inside her again, as if he couldn't deny himself.

Then again, why should he? This was what he had wanted, after all, and it felt so... so right.

As he lay back on the bed, he felt pangs of guilt about what had happened at school several weeks ago, back in the store closet...

He'd received a first class blowjob from Naomi (which she now gave as a sexually-charged alarm clock to wake up to every morning), but after that...

The two women, who had walked in seemingly already naked, hadn't bothered to ask his name, they just blew a kiss at him and... He must have imagined it, but it was like pink smoke drifting through the air in the shape of a heart.

It had pressed into his chest and sank into his flesh as his entire body grew dull and heavy, no longer able to move.

A warmth spread throughout his body, slowing his thoughts and lulling his mind into a stupor. A hundred airy kisses blew over his skin and his cock sprung to attention while his balls seemed to boil and bubble with activity.




Sinspawn Ch. 02



Naomi had swallowed his load less not more than a couple of minutes ago, yet already his dick was ready to burst, the rush of blood to it straining almost against the very skin that confined it..

One of the women lowered herself onto his member, bathing it in a steamy, slick cavern that tugged gently at him.

Leaning forward and resting her chest on his, she gently rocked her hips back and forward, while her hands reached forward to gently massage his temples in a circular motion.

Too relaxed to move, he had simply lain there while it coaxed a thick load from him in a slow and leisurely orgasm.

The woman's partner leaned in close to him and blew another kiss. Another smoky pink heart drifted through the air, before spiralling round his head and body in a constricting spiral as it sank softly and imperceptibly into his flesh.

In seconds, Marc had fallen into a deeper, more sensual, sleepy spell. His body felt like it was made of foam, and his head slowly lolled back as his eyes closed.

He was dimly aware of a change in stimulation as the nether regions that were embracing his dick were replaced by the wet, slurping, cavernous mouth of the other woman.

A tongue lapped against his head, and any remaining mass left in Marc's body seemed to drift down towards his flagpole, congealing in the shaft.

As his mind slipped further from consciousness, a dozen ghostlike hands brushed over his body, easing out knots of tension he hadn't realised he had. Feminine sighs filled the air, and the hands began lifting Marc's torso, bringing him to an upright, sitting position.

Distant, muffled voices were speaking. They sounded harsher, and grated in comparison to the sighs that surrounded him, even though they seemed to come from a distance.

"The spells have worked -- he's slipped into our realm of slumber. His body is ours now."

"Thank Hades we're in the conjunction with Sloth at the moment. They're always so disagreeable when we're joined with Anger."

"If we have no power here, we must coax them into our realm though -- we cannot force ourselves on them right now. It's no different than a normal Earth night job."

"Except here, we can take them past the release, and gorge ourselves... though we must not get carried away. No fatalities."

"It's a good thing we're not joined with Greed then."

The words were completely alien to Marc, and he dismissed them as he lay upright, supported by the soft touch of the hands.

The tongue on his member claimed its prize and he shot a heavy load into the waiting mouth. Rope after rope of semen shot out, and as it did, he felt that remaining substance fly out, leaving a feeling of complete non-existence.

No sensation of mass, no movement, no need to think -- just the sweet caresses of the ghostly lovers and the heat at his crotch as he was again stimulated by... something.

The sensation was meaningless -- it could be mouth, vagina, anus or some other unspeakable orifice. All he was aware of by now was the hot tingling heat coming from down below, and the knowledge that, any second now, he could release his seed into it and sink back into the ghostly embrace.

Ah... Gone again, and he sank deeper into the hands that longed for him. He felt so safe, so secure, that he could just give himself completely if he wanted. Whispers brushed past his ears, clinging to his mind and gently dragging it with them, as if trying to unhinge it from his body.

Sweetly they breezed through him, while the hands gently wrapped round him, seeming to pull insubstantially at him.

Hour after hour he went through the same cycle of pleasure, release and relaxation. Each time, the hands became infinitesimally firmer. His eyes twitched slightly and forcing himself to open them, just a crack, he became aware of a pink haze.

Slender hands reached for him, while moans filled the air. Eyes glittered in the darkness, and he could occasionally make out beautiful faces, lips apparently calling his name...

BANG!

In a second it was gone. He was back in the store closet, it was cold, and his body racked with untold aches and pains. He felt like he'd finished a decathlon in a day and seemed to have lost the weight to confirm it. He forced himself upright and instantly regretted it as a flash of pain shot down his spine. Despite this, his member seemed to be ignoring his condition, and stood tall expectedly.

Gingerly, Marc dressed himself, wincing as he bent down for each item of clothing, and headed for the door.

Did what just happen really happen, or had he been severely beaten and repressed it all in a weird sex dream? The latter seemed more likely, though he shuddered at what that might mean for his psyche.

When he got home, Marc had slept for a full day, but it was hardly a restful sleep. The hands were over his body again, brushing past him and teasing him while voices called his name from the shadows. Without stimulation however, the dreams were a relentless, frustrating tease.

Despite the dreams, he felt physically restored, but so frustrated that he hadn't just rubbed one out in the bathroom the day after, but five.

By the time he'd finished, his dick was red raw.

His parents had been worried sick and given him hearty helpings of fatty foods to build his strength up. Discreetly, he snuck in a trip to the doctor's only to be given a clean bill of health. No STDs from his liaison at least, if it had really happened.

Naomi had come round as well and insisted on staying by his side. His parents, out of concern, had let her stay over and take care of him while they worked through the young couple's summer holidays.

While they were out, Naomi had upped her sexual appetite in a big way and had showed her experimental side in a big way.

It wasn't until she asked Marc for his views on ball gags that he had to tell her to slow down.

It was extremely out of character, but it also made the prospect of telling her what actually happened increasingly less appealing, for fear of teasing about being a pervert himself.

Whatever her change in demeanour though, Naomi had always taken Marc seriously when the metaphorical shit hit the fan and he was sure this time would be no different.

"Um... babe?" he called into the hall.

"Hang on, I made you a nice chocolate bombe earlier!" said Naomi as she hurried over to the bed.

"You're all skin and bones and we can't have that." Naomi had turned into quite the culinary queen over the past couple of weeks, and had been sharing Marc's favourite recipes with his mother.

"Wha? Oh, er thanks," he said, before gently batting her off as she tried to deliver a spoonful to his mouth.

"I can eat it myself, babe."

"Yeah... 'course," she smiled as she leaned in and gave him a deep kiss. Chocolate smeared the inside of his mouth and the edge of his lips -- apparently she'd been in the process of giving it a taste test.

"Oh! You've got chocolate on you!" she pipped, as she leaned in again to daintily lick the chocolate off his face.

"Um, right. Now, about last month..."

"Last month?"

"Yeah... Do you remember when we ...at school?"

"Oh I know! Wasn't that great? We were so naughty..."

"Yeah, but after that... when you left."

"Yeah, I had that meeting with the principal."

"Yeah. After you left, I, um... There were these women... these other women..."

"Other women?" Naomi's eyes narrowed.

"Yeah. I... don't know what happened... They... they blew some kind of smoke or powder or something... It was like it was there and then it wasn't... But it was like... it was like being drugged...

"You have to believe... I would never be disloyal but...."

Marc sobbed gently as he recounted the whole bizarre tale, while Naomi rested her hand on his shoulder.

"Hey... I... believe you."

"You do? You don't think I'm crazy? Or a scumbag?"

"Not really. To be honest, it sounded... kinda hot..."

Marc's dick twitched.

"Well, it was... at the time. That's if... if it really happened."

Naomi leaned in and unzipped his jeans, fishing out his cock.

"Want to recreate it, babe? We'll need to go several times to be authentic."

"Naomi, that's not funny."

"Who said anything about funny? You've got me turned on." She slid her spare hand under her top and gently rolled tweaked a nipple.

"Yeah, but..."

"Oh, come on, we'll enjoy it," she purred, with those seductive blue eyes that seemed to bore into his brain. Arousal hit him and blood surged to his dick.

"Yeah, we'll enjoy it..." he murmured.

Fixing him in her stare, Naomi slid down and wrapped her mouth round his dick. Pulling back with a strong suction, she danced her tongue round the tip, before thrusting forward and licking his shaft.

If he looked away, Marc felt he could imagine that mystery woman again. Instead he just gazed into the eyes of his sweet, beautiful Naomi. He was a lucky man, he thought as he pumped his spunk into the inside of her mouth yet again.

"Now, let's see what the soldier here thinks of these," chuckled Naomi as she slid up and sandwiched Marc's dick between her amply-sized breasts. Her hands held them tight as she then rocked back and forth in a delightfully exquisite titjob.

Perhaps he was going to be alright after all.



Sinspawn Ch. 03



Yeah... big sorry for how long this one has taken to anyone left wondering. Here now anyway.

Okay, so this is where a gets a bit controversial. There's a bit more stuff based explicitly round religion in here, but this is meant to be erotica, and it's not meant to poke fun or criticise any religious points of view. That said, if you feel you might be offended by it, just don't read on.

Also, goo girls ahoy!

*

"What, I want to know is, what are the police going to do about it?" demanded the pensioner.

"I... I'm sorry?" stammered Ted, as he tried to keep up with her fast-paced and repetitive torrents of meaningless soundbites.

"This urine!" she snapped, pointing to the damp spot in the ceiling. "I'm 75 and I manage to restrain myself from peeing on the floor!"

"Well, I mean, I think this is more an issue for the housing authority, Mrs Mee. "If that's a toilet up there, it's their job to repair it. Have you rung them yet?"

"The council have been useless. Absolutely useless... What I want to know is... what on earth's that?" she distractedly interrupted herself as she peered over Ted's notepad.

"Er, shorthand. It helps me keep up with you," Ted said, the stench of urine beginning to get the better of him.

"I don't know how you read it, love..." she muttered. "Now, this damp patch..."

Ten agonising minutes later, Ted stumbled out of the house, almost gagging from the assault on his nostrils. No sooner had he cleared the door however, then he hit a torrential downpour of rain. He cursed under his breath, before turning and forcing a smile as he waved goodbye to the slightly senile Mrs Mee.

Getting back to the cramped offices of the Copwith Courier, Ted saw that most of the staff had buggered off to lunch without waiting for his return. Only his fellow reporter Kate remained, frow burrowed as she spoke on the phone about what looked to be a strong lead story involving a looming overspend on the district council. Bloody Councillor Jones he thought. He gives her all the inside scoops and it's blatantly not because he views her as a force for democracy. Bloody tips for tits.

Resigning himself to working through what little material he already had, Ted sat down and began typing. He'd eat once the demented pensioner had been written down and dealt with.

Five minutes in and the phone rang. It could be something interesting for a change or it could be someone calling for the pizzeria again. Probably the latter he thought bitterly.

"Newsroom," he said, in his customary greeting.

"Hello... newsroom," replied a woman's voice that sumptuously dripped like honey.

Ted sat forward in his seat.

"I've got a story for the paper," she continued.

"Oh... what-what kind of story?" struggled Ted.

"It's about Copwith Manor. I know your paper has been trying to cover it for a while now, sending reporters round there to find out what's going on. "Ted Wilson, is it? He's been there a few times."

"Um, yes. Sorry, that's me. I'm Ted."

"Hi Ted..." the woman said, with a hint of amusement and coquettishness. "I'm the head of a Copwith woman's group -- you won't have heard of us - and we recently bought the property to use as a community venue. I could show you round if you like -- we're all here today... right now."

Ted's brow furrowed -- he'd not seen any planning documents that would support these claims, but he was curious to meet this mystery woman. She sounded like no local society chairman he'd ever spoken to.

"I'll be there in half an hour."

***

Half an hour later, and drenched from the persistent rain, Ted knocked on the heavy wooden door at the front of Copwith Manor.

When it was slowly opened, he subconsciously moved his head to get a look at just who was behind it.

In front of him was a girl who couldn't have been more than 20 years old. Her body was petite, with a delicate frame, slender limbs and a dainty head. Sleek black hair was neatly tied behind her head and youthful brown eyes widened as she took him in.

Hers weren't the only ones. Ted openly stared as he gave her the once-over -- she was dressed in a French maid's outfit. The black and white frilly get-up started with her skirt and moved up into a figure-hugging number round her chest, which was only the part of her that wasn't dainty. Indeed, it nearly spilled out of the tight outfit containing it. Dark tights hugged her legs, before ending as garters at her thighs. A frilly headband rested on her hair.

"Er...I..." he began.

"You must be Ted," beamed the maid. "The lady of the house has been expecting you.

"This way please."

The girl turned round and sauntered down the hall, her backside wiggling just a bit too much as she did. Ted followed her in and absently let the door close behind him.

Inside lay a cavernous entrance hall coated in oak panelling and bearing a large staircase in its centre, which forked out to coat the walls and lead into first floor rooms at each side. They soon arrived at a truly majestic lounge -- inside large framed paintings of former ladies of the house hung from the walls, a large mahogany piano rested to the side of the entrance corner and ahead of Ted, two long sofas faced an open fire.

On opposite ends of one of the sofas sat two thirty-something women, dressed in figure-hugging lace mini dresses. One, a copper-haired beauty with peachy skin, filled out the chest of her dress with a pair of breasts that couldn't have been smaller than a double-G that gently quivered as she leaned forward to get a closer look at Ted. The other, an elegant Asian woman with jet black hair that curved inwards beneath her chin, well-plucked eyebrows and large, rounded hips, sat with her back to him, effectively demonstrating the curves of her derriere, as she glanced over her shoulder at him. Both women had flawlessly smooth, creamy skin, with glossy, healthy-looking hair.

In front of them sat a coffee table overloaded with platters bearing a hearty feast -- an assortment of meats, including an entire roast chicken, as well as assorted vegetables lay next to dishes with sweets and candied fruits. Delectable smells wafted over and tempted Ted's nostrils.

Standing on the other side of the table opposite the two women, stood a woman in her late thirties dressed in an sleek but patternless black lace evening dress. Straight black hair fell down to the top of her shoulder blades and draped down her shoulders. A parting in the skirt of her dress hinted at long, sleek thighs while her chest, though not as large as the redhead's, must have ventured into double-E territory.

Ted thought of Mrs Mee's piss-stained ceiling as he tried to discourage his boner, and tried not to dwell on the distinct impression he'd come underdressed.

"Ah, you must be Ted!" cooed the woman. "I'm Bella, Bella Black, we spoke on the phone."

"Oh, er right, yes of course."

"Oh my, you look soaked! Here, take off your jacket and hang it on the coat rack in the corner there."

Looking behind him, Ted saw a wooden rack by the door, and he wandered over to hang the sodden rag of a free peg. While there, he pulled off his tie, which had begun to irritate him as the damp fabric rubbed against his collar.

"We were just about to have a spot of luncheon. If you aren't full, we'd love you to join us."

"Actually, I've not eaten yet as it happens."

"Oh you poor thing, you must be starved!" cried Bella. "Here, have a seat between Stacy and Suki. You should be nice and warm there."

Stacy and Suki certainly looked warm enough, given that they weren't covered in goose pimples in such scant get-ups.

Ted nervously wandered over and sat down stiffly between the two. The sofa clearly was a large two-seater, but not large enough to give much personal space for three occupants. As he sat down, Ted noticed the area was very warm, and he became aware of hints of a sweetly spicy aroma wafting towards him.

"Please, do eat up," offered Bella as she sat on the sofa opposite him. Stacy and Suki both leaned forward to pick up some unusually shaped nuggets of white meat, coated in a red sauce.

Stacy passed Ted some of hers and he quickly gobbled it up. It was spicy, though it didn't ring true with the scent pervading his nostrils. It was however delicious, and when Suki passed him another chunk, he greedily wolfed it down without questioning what it was he was eating.

As he sat back for a second to reflect on the taste, he noticed that already his shirt -- which had been spared most of the rain by his jacket -- was already mostly dry.

He looked round to see what Stacy and Suki had opted for next, and was surprised to see them both gazing intently at him.

"You must excuse them," said Bella. "We're just a bit excited to have a reporter round. We haven't had male company since moving in."

As if to emphasise the point, Suki began to stroke her fingers along his left arm, while Stacy moved closer to Ted, who fidgeted nervously in his seat.

Male company? What difference should that make, he thought. More to the point, what the hell was the deal with this place? Were they all cohabiting? Had Stacy and Suki just come over for a chat? In their nighties?

"Now, you probably have a few questions about our group?" Bella offered, as if in response.

Ted leaned forward and pulled a small pad and pen from his trouser pocket where it had been uncomfortably nestled.

"Yes, I was just won..." He licked his lips. The spice from the meat had dried the inside of his mouth and he hadn't realised how dry it had become.

Bella smiled apologetically. "Oh, sorry that chicken's ever so spicy. Here, try some mulled wine." 

She passed him a pewter chalice. The vessel was ridiculously extravagant to pass to someone who had dropped in for a quick chat, but Ted was more concerned with slaking his thirst at that precise moment in time.

She smiled knowingly as she handed it over. "It's a very special recipe. We often find it warms up our insides and helps us unwind."

As he held the chalice, he noticed it was nicely heated from the mulled wine inside, and as he gulped the drink down, it trickled pleasantly across his tongue and down his throat.

He had soon emptied out the cup, which he giddily plonked on the table with an unsteady hand.

He hadn't drunk much, but the drink was already spreading a pleasant warm haze across his body and his mind seemed to gently float on a warm wave. He sank into the sofa, feeling too relaxed to offer any resistance when both Stacy and Suki pressed against him. The warmth from their soft, soft skin combined with the pleasant daze that had spread through him felt too good to protest, even if the ladies were being a bit more forward than he was accustomed.

Stacy leaned over to rip off a strip of chicken from carcass on the table and fed it directly into Ted's mouth, which lazily chewed it down. Suki grinned and mopped up some of the juices round his mouth with her finger, before pressing her glistening digit into Ted's mouth to suck off.

"Now, I think you're probably comfortable enough and... open to discussion..." Bella's eyes travelled down to Ted's crotch, while the fingers of her right hand idly traced the centre of the neckline of her dress. In his relaxed state, a large lump had begun straining against Ted's trousers once more.

Though his eyes were fixed on Bella, he became aware of Stacy and Suki's mouths nuzzling either side of his neck. Hands were beginning to unbutton his shirt from the top buttons down.

Ted was vaguely aware that some part of him would normally have a problem with this, but whatever part that was, it was mercifully quiet, letting him enjoy the sensation.

"You were wondering, no doubt, how we came to acquire this property.

"Well, the truth is, we have connections. Me and my friends -- and I have a LOT of friends -- found that some of us knew the original owner.

"He'd moved overseas and was looking at plans to make this a bed and breakfast. This simply wouldn't do for us though.

"One thing you'll soon learn us about is we can be VERY persuasive, and it only took a one-minute chat for him to see that the best thing to do would be to turn the manor over to us.

"Now he's decided to get on with his life abroad without worrying about this house, he was so much happier for it. I don't think I've seen him without a big, happy grin on his face since we had our little chat in fact..."

Stacy and Suki had finished with his shirt buttons, and had proceeded to pull it from his back. Hands slinked beneath his trousers and began to fondle his cock. His zipper was slowly pulled open.

He sighed gently as each woman slipped their thighs over his, pressed to him so tightly it was if they were trying to cover as much of his skin as they could.

Once again, the usual warning messages that this was not how people generally entertained guests was for some reason failing to get through to Ted's brain. Instead, waves of pleasure were running along his cock, following the sensuous touches of Stacy's hand. Or was it Suki's?

"Now we've set up our little woman's club here, what we need from you is to show all the women in town why they need to come and join us. John gasped as a fingernail tickled the shaft of his member in one long motion. "...it's so much fun here. We know they'd just love it."

His trousers were open and a hand was clasped round his rod, beginning a slow pump. He was already so hard that he felt it would only take a few strokes to get him off.

"You see, I've got a bit of a bombshell for you, Ted..." The hand sped up, quickly becoming slippy with his precum. "I'm not human. None of us are." He gasped as he shot a thick load onto... whoever's hand had got him off.

He sank further into the relaxing stupor that was gripping his body. But even as his muscles relaxed, his dick still stood proud, despite having only just spurted out more cum than he had in the past week combined. 

His balls felt ticklish, as if just beneath the surface of the skin they were rabid with activity, and despite jettisoning such a large amount of semen, his member became even stiffer rather than dropping in girth. Not only that, his sexual drive didn't drop, it seemed to build. He wanted more, he wanted to come again at the hands of these beauties.

Ted stole a glance at Stacy, who grinned like a Cheshire Cat at him and bit her lower lip.

He should be worried. He SHOULD be fearful of his life. But the little voice that SHOULD be screaming in panic was rolling around giggling, like a puss on catnip, round the inside of his head -- presumably thanks to the highly potent mulled wine.

"We were sent from somewhere... ancient, to bring all humans joy and bliss," Bella continued.

Stacy dropped to her knees and licked the cum off Ted's shaft. Suki shifted lower, so she could plant kisses across Ted's chest and stomach.

Ted heard a liquid sloshing sound and as he looked down, he saw Stacy had somehow slipped out of her mini-dress, giving him an unrestricted view of her bountiful breasts. The mini-dress was nowhere to be seen, though it soon became forgotten as she leaned forwards, and enclosed her fleshy pillows round his member. The mounds felt soft and gentle against his cock, which strained in stark contrast as ripples of flesh gave way against it.

Stacy began to squeeze her breasts softly against his dick, giving him a titwank, and the vibrating quiver from the wobbling, rolling mounds seemed almost to carry through into Ted himself, until he too was rendered little more than a quivering heap.

"Our kind just want to please your kind Ted, and we specifically just want to please you," he heard Bella say.

Stacy pressed herself tightly against his crotch so she could begin sucking his glans, which poked out of the top of her canyons. He gasped as she switched back and forth between sucking it like a lollipop and giving it an affectionate lick. Suki pulled him in for a tight kiss.

His mind tried to rationalise what was going on -- he'd made first contact with some kind of alien life form, that much was clear. And they said they wanted to spread pleasure to all humans? In the movies, talk like that inevitably meant they'd wait until Earth dropped its guard before sending in the mothership, but in the movies, the aliens never sucked the humans off like Stacy was doing right now.

If they really were here to bring humans pleasure, they'd got off to a strong start. But as Stacy gave one last strong suck and rolled her fleshy prison quickly around his shaft, Ted's eyes rolled back into his head as he erupted in bliss and stopped thinking such thoughts.

He opened them once more to see Bella advancing towards him, her dress becoming a shifting liquid, as if she was coated in an oil slick. It moved outwards from her chest and stomach, splitting as it retreated into both her crotch and eyes. The liquid moving into her crotch was the first to disappear from view, before the last slithers entered her eyes, filling them with a deep black. Bella blinked, and instantly they returned to their previous hazel irises.

As she approached Ted, both Stacy and Suki reclaimed their original positions at his side, hoisting him round so he was reclining on the sofa, his shoulders and legs resting on Suki and Stacy's laps respectively.

Without a word, Bella began to mount him, kneeling as she straddled him with one leg either side of his waist. She placed her hands on his chest and leaned forward, tilting her backside in the air as she looked Ted in the eyes. Already Ted was only aware of his the pounding need his member was feeling and the longing to sink it into a comfortable, waiting pussy. But as Bella fixed those eyes on him, that longing floated away to a remote corner of his mind as he lost himself in her eyes.

"There's some very specific information we need going in your story..." she whispered to him.

"Yes...?" murmured Ted, for whom time seemed to be standing still.

Over the next few minutes, Bella gave a detailed summary to Ted, who lay there, patiently without moving, with glazed eyes. While unobserved, Stacy seized her chance to strip him of his socks, shoes, trousers and underpants as Suki massaged his temples with her index fingers. When Bella had finished, all it took was a kiss to Ted's cheek and he was back in the room once more, longing to plunge his length into Bella's waiting slit.

Looking down, he saw it was completely hairless and glistening with arousal, showing Bella was as ready as he was. A single drop fell from it and hit Ted's jap's eye. 

It seemed to stimulate the very parts of his body responsible for purely physical sexual reaction and in seconds, a surge of blood rushed to his member, straining against the very skin that confined it. 

At the precise moment, Bella sank down onto him, and his shaft was bathed in gloriously heated, silky flesh.

Ted gasped as she gently gyrated her hips, causing ripples to flow around his cock, spreading shockwaves of pleasure.

By using her hands as a base, Bella slowly lifted herself up and down the length, every millimetre inducing a slow-motion flurry of pleasure.

Stacy busied herself by gently massaging Ted's feet while Suki began stroking her hands thoughtfully through his hair.

Bella came down quickly on his cock, sinking down to the base of his shaft, and when she lifted upwards, most of the length remained trapped inside the soft but tight prison.

Soon, it was almost as if her pussy was trying to swallow his member whole and the tight but gentle flutters of her organ quickly scored an orgasm from him.

He sighed, spent, as he shot inside her, and his head fell back in Suki's lap. Bella leaned forward, without lifting herself off his still hard member, and rested her head on his shoulder, her bountiful breasts pressed against his chest, while Suki and Stacy gently stroked the couple with affection, as if they were sleeping pets.




Sinspawn Ch. 03



***

Ezekiel strode down the corridors in a blaze of righteous fury. It was not anger that was fuelling him, he told himself. For that would be a sin. It was instead the fury of the Lord. These hellish creatures had deigned themselves above their station and had spewed their evil into Earth itself.

He had no fear for he was a holy warrior of the Lord, and he was here to return these harlots to Hell. They would burn in the flames of eternal punishment...

First, though he had to take care of a certain something. Giving a quick glance around the sterile environment of Desire Inc, he shuffled over to a large potted plant.

It struck him that he had been possessing the body of the accountant for nearly 20 hours now and had not addressed his host's needs, so he hastily pulled down the zipper and fished out the human's genitals before relieving himself into the plant.

As he did, a sigh of relief escaped his lips. Truly bizarre -- he hadn't realised how badly he had needed to do this until it happened.

At least it was only temporary - there were strict rules against possessing humans, even to do the Lord's work, but when the denizens of Hell rose from their pit, the rules were somewhat relaxed.

He remembered his instructions on how humans worked themselves and gave the member a gentle shake, taking care to avoid getting the hands wet, before placing it back in the accountant's pants and zipping up.

He set off once more and turned the corner to see two businesswomen approaching. With divine power on his side, Ezekiel was able to crank up the perception of his human host and take in as much information as was humanly possible from a single glimpse.

The two businesswomen certainly didn't look your average businesswomen. In a time period where most women took pride in their right to be viewed on an equal footing to men, and to be prized for ability and not looks, these two appeared to positively reject such qualities.

Both wore skirts and jackets with a white business shirt -- the only problem was it seemed their clothes just didn't fit at all. On both women their skirts looked closer to mini-skirts, as each step they took, which resulted in an exaggerated swing of the hips, came perilously close to showing their underwear. Their shirts meanwhile were being forced apart at the buttons by two exaggerated pairs of breasts.

It was almost as if the two were making their way to the set of a porno rather than discussing the business deals of the day.

Ezekiel swung back behind cover and was able to pick up some of the conversation.

"Have you spoken to Bacch-gore-luk-il since her spawning? I haven't seen her for several weeks."

"I heard she had found herself a human somewhere in Illinois. She goes by the name of Becky now. She lives with several of our sisters."

"Good for her. At least she's being well fed. I can't remember the last time I had even a rationed unit of sperm -- my tits are in danger of reverting to... human levels."

"Don't worry, there's about a major growth in both the gene pool and number of targets coming soon. I hear there's a new plan to up the acquisition rate exponentially."

Their voices were getting closer, so Ezekiel rushed to the nearby broom closet he had just passed, taking care to close the door quietly as they approached.

Soon he could feel their malevolence approaching and he quietened his breathing. What he hadn't counted on in the dark confines of the cupboard was the sight of the women coming back to torment his mind. The stolen glance of their approach was repeating inside his head, like a record on repeat.

They really were attractive, he had to concede, even if they were sired by a demon from the pit itself.

No! He musn't allow his human shell to be open to such thoughts, or the demons would have truly won. Instead Ezekiel focused his energy on his memory of the potted plant he had relieved himself on. If he focused on that alone, he could evade such thoughts until the demons had passed.

Unfortunately, it was too late for his host's member, which was already growing tall from just their mere presence. Their approaching sexual aura was playing havoc with his host's body as well, slowly building its sexual response even from afar. It took much of Ezekiel's spiritual resistance to block it from affecting his judgement.

"Wait," one of them said outside.

"What is it?"

"I can smell arousal... male human arousal... there's a man nearby and he's filling with need..."

"It's the building's caretaker. I bet the weak little thing is jerking one off in his store cupboard right now... You know how we affect them so."

Wrong on one count, vile witch, Ezekiel smirked to himself, before realising the sinspawn knew his position.

"Leave him Barona, we're under orders from the elder succubi not to touch the staff members of this building. We need to avoid drawing attention to this office."

"I don't care Saran! I need seed! If I don't, I'll... I'll go mad!"

The Sinspawn named Barona flung open the door to the closet, exposing Ezekiel from his hiding place.

"Well, well..." she chuckled. "Can I help you, sir? You seem to have taken a wrong turn." She flashed him a schoolgirl smile and licked her upper lip.

Ezekiel was having none of it. He squared up to the demon and made his intentions clear.

"You can indeed help me. You can take me to your foul mistress. I am an emissary from on high."

"Ooh, an angel... We've not had one of those before...." tittered Saran.

"We can take you..." added Barona. "Take you places you've only dreamed..."

As she spoke, her pair of pretty blue eyes glittered and seemed to ripple in real-time. They hinted at tides and eddies beneath the surface and like a whirlpool, the compelling effect seemed to almost suck in Ezekiel's full attention. Almost.

On Ezekiel however, it was not having the desired effect. Certainly he wouldn't mind staring at those eyes all day, had he the time and he could see how the human mind would swiftly become trapped in them. But he was no slave to their hypnotic power and he was not in the mood to be trifled with.

"That won't work on me. Just take me to her now, or suffer divine vengeance."

"Spoilsport..." muttered Barona. "Come on then."

She gripped his right arm with unnatural strength, while Saran grabbed his left. The two demons hoisted him up so his feet were only just touching the floor, before dragging him in the direction of the elevator.

Once inside, the doors closed with a soft hiss, but still the demons kept their grip. Despite the needle gauge above the door only counting to 50, Saran turned to the nearby numeric keypad and punched the number 6 three times.

'Naturally,' Ezekiel thought to himself.

"Going... up..." a silky voice purred from the speakers.

***

As they reached the top, the two Sinspawn dragged Ezekiel out, displaying him to the scene in front of him.

Two absolutely stunning women were both ravaging a human man each, in a hungry, animalistic orgy.

Toned skin, wide hips and plump breasts were offset by two small horns emerging from their heads and prehensile tails coiling behind their backs. 

The 'women's' eyes glowed pink and they bore a grinning, savage look upon them as they sat upon their conquests like predators, while the men rutting with them seemed... out of control. They were almost imperceptibly thrusting and humping, but there was a desperation to it. They were covered, dripping, in sweat and their eyes were scrunched up tight. They lacked even the energy to thrust properly as they limply wiggled their hips at the demons. 

Not that the succubi seemed to mind. One smiled, leaned in and exhaled deeply into her victim's mouth during a passionate kiss. This provoked some sort of brief mild fit from him before his eyes shot open, as if with renewed vigour, before he thrust back frantically at the smiling seductress.

The other just grinned at the writhing mortal beneath her, stroking long, elegant fingers across his chest, each one pulling away at his soul to strengthen the binds of his desire.

A look of longing filled his face, and she affectionately stroked his chin as she more steadily rocked her hips back and forth along him.

It was a lesson in contrast of succubus techniques. One was returning life force to her victim on loan so he could pump more in, the other simply overloaded her prey's awareness with desire and bliss, slowly drawing his energy out over a much longer period.

Ezekiel knew his succubus lore - the poor souls had probably already ejaculated dozens of times but still needed yet another climax. It would always be yet another.

In the corner, another of the succubi was sandwiched between two men who were assailing both of her private holes.

An ephemeral redhead, she shivered and shook, and both men sighed with her. She gripped one closely and began to bounce up and down on the two poles penetrating her.

The men, who were also slick with sweat, moaned, before glowing a bright colour and giving off a heat Ezekiel could feel from across the room.

The succubus's hair lit up, burning a deep red before erupting into flames, as she increased the tempo of her thrusts, her face contorting in orgasm.

The torsos of her two lovers, which were now glowing white hot then burst into flames before his very eyes.

The pair seemed oblivious as still she rode them and still they thrust even as fire consumed their bodies.

In one blinding flash of light, the two men disappeared and the succubus collapsed amongst some scattered cushions on the floor.

"You witch!" snarled Ezekiel. "You killed them!"

"Mistress, he says he is an angel..." Barona began, as they dragged him to the wall.

"Yes, thank you girls, just hold him there for me please," said the succubus as she strode over.

As she brushed her hand through her glowing hair, a faint flame came away with it. She brushed her hand on Ezekiel's left wrist and it spread, diffusing across it and to the wall behind it.

She did the same to his spare wrist and ankles, and in seconds he was pinned to the wall in cruciform.

Wherever she touched left a lingering heat that felt so inherently sinful that Ezekiel couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she had held her hands to his cock. He blamed his new human brain for that.

The flames spread to engulf the clothes he was wearing -- burning them to cinders in an instant -- before retreating to their positions as bindings.

"You may go girls," dismissed the succubus, waving the Sinspawn away.

"Bye-bye, angel..." cooed Barona as she gave him a limp wave of the hand before disappearing with Saran into the lift.

"Now then, I'm Lilly and I run things round here. So tell me, what can I do for a seraphim?" mocked the succubus.

"You killed them..." Ezekiel muttered. He still had a hard time coming to terms with death while in his human shell.

"Yes, but if it's any consolation, it felt glorious to them. Their souls are now burning in the eternal fires of passion. Forever in that glorious moment of release... There is no more delightful way to spend the rest of time itself..."

"There's the Kingdom of..."

"Oh stop with your ranting. They're in rapture -- that is, my kind of rapture," Lilly snapped. 

"Besides, if we weren't always locked up in that pit and allowed to visit earth more often, we wouldn't have to resort to such drastic measures and I might be able to exert a bit more control.

"I don't WANT to kill humans, I'd much rather keep them alive and draw upon their essence time and time again.

"Speaking of which. I took Jessica our new receptionist for a ride the other day -- she's an intern you know, only 19 -- and her energies tasted delicious. She was completely hetero until she met me. Now I'm in her every waking thought. I caught her pussy running like a river while she was trying to work yesterday!"

Ezekiel tried to ignore Lilly's vulgar anecdote.

"If we allowed you to visit earth freely, it would be overrun by you -- much as you are trying to do now. Souls would be lost from us and damned to spend eternity with you."

"Free will, sugar. You should know that. We're not offering people anything they don't want."

"No, you're just beguiling them, and I'm here to ensure you won't lead anyone else astray!

"You have broken the peace by leaving the pit, and I am here to force your return."

With a mighty bellow, Ezekiel ripped his arms from the hot bonds, which fizzled away with a hiss. His legs soon followed and he began to advance on Lilly.

"Oh, I had hoped it wouldn't come to this," Lilly sighed. "Jellatrix!"

A dark puddle that must have formed on the ceiling without Ezekiel's knowledge began to drip copious amounts of bright pink gunk onto the floor in front of him.

The drops that fell somehow moved independently of each other, and began to shift into one large group. The assembled lumps grew and grew, forming a large pile of the translucent bright pink gel, the size of a desk. The mass raised higher, thinning out gradually as it did so. It became a column, until folds parted and divided, forming what were unmistakeably arms and legs.

Though the legs never fully parted, noticeable thighs formed, sleek and round, ending in wide hips. A flat thin stomach diffused itself, while the goo redistributed itself to form a hulking chest. Slender arms split off from its sides ending in an indistinct pair of hands

A female face began to form at the top of the new shape, with a hole parting in its centre to provide a mouth and small bulging circles for eyes, while a river of pink gunk flopped down the being's back looking for all intents and purposes like a mane of hair.

"Fooood...?" it moaned, its hollow voice tinted with a seductive echo.

"What's it going to do? Let me sample its delicious raspberry taste?" snorted Ezekiel.

"Yes, Jellatrix, all the food can you eat," smirked Lilly, ignoring him. "Have your fill of our guest."

Jellatrix shuffled towards Ezekiel, who prepared to charge the strange creature. He felt a sense of remorse for the being, who clearly seemed to lack a higher consciousness, but he put it to one side.

The second he pressed his palm to its surface, he could issue a holy shock that would smite it, leaving him clear to bring down Lilly.

"Foood!" crowed Jellyatrix as she approached. Without warning, a tendril of gunk shot out from somewhere in her base and stuck to Ezekiel's right ankle. A second followed and latched itself onto his left.

"Ah! Release me, vile being!" he muttered, as he tried to shake his legs free.

"Ooh, bad choice of words. You could regret using them later," laughed Lilly cryptically.

The jelly-like appendages that had fastened themselves then did something very strange. They began to suck on his ankles -- it began quite gently, like a pair of sloppy kisses, but gradually the wet gunk built in force against him.

Ezekiel tried once more to move his legs, but this time found his ankles completely unresponsive. As he tried to kick himself free, his top heavy weight sent him reeling backwards.

Lilly giggled at his confusion.

"Try not to let her touch you, dear! Jellatrix can have a bit of a... draining effect on people..."

Ezekiel grunted in response as he staggered to his feet. "What...?"

"Her body saps the energy of those it comes into contact with -- she slurps it all up. It's what keeps her going, you know -- sucking energy from other beings into her body, until they're just limp rag doll playthings for her enjoyment. And theirs."

Jellatrix's mouth formed a lazy smile as two more tendrils shot out from within her and slapped round Ezekiel's wrists with a wet smack. The slime snaked round his wrists and up his biceps with a relentless suction, massaging the muscles of his arms. Ezekiel tried to struggle against the new restraints but found his arms seemed to have fallen asleep.

Jellatrix's cavernous mouth seemed to be positively beaming as she held her prey's limbs.

"Food... that's better.... not been fed... in so long..." Her face tightened as dainty features emerged -- a very pretty face was forming, but it was still one that looked like it was made of gelatin.

"Unhand me demon," Ezekiel snarled.

"Need... more..." she sighed, as the tendrils round his ankles spread outwards, wrapping them in a mucous-like stocking, before spreading upwards and enveloping his thighs. They quivered and shook gently as all muscle in them gave way to the unending sucking, squeezing massage of Jellatrix.

Vitality flowed out of them as a sensuously soporific blanket spread over every inch of skin they touched. It manifested as lumps travelling along the tendrils, with each passing one, Ezekiel could actually feel his strength sapped away.

"Oh, that's better," she said, more coherently. "You have no idea how much energy I can draw from the legs -- all that busy walking and running humans do. Feels much nicer to relax for a bit, doesn't it?"

Ezekiel realised he was defeated. He had no way of moving out of the devil's snare, and even if he could break free, Jellatrix seemed to be able to move with reflexes far beyond the limits of his human host.

Instead as the gentle sucking massage continued all the way along his arms and legs, he allowed himself mentally for a second to admit it did feel good. It didn't mean he was giving in, of course, just that there would be nothing served in denying the obvious.

"Let's make you more comfortable," Jellatrix said sultrily.

The gooey girl's base expanded in front of her, until a waist high mound of herself lay before Jellatrix.

The lengths of her currently holding Ezekiel whisked him round, passing through each other and forming new supports to prevent overlap, until his back was to her.

He was then dragged backwards by the restraints until his backside collapsed onto the new mound. A sticky, amorphous goop pulled at his buttocks before the inevitable suction started. His cheeks were kneaded by the slime throne he now sat atop, as they slowly sank into its surface.

Bright pink hand-shaped globs reached in front of his torso, gently pulling him until his back was lying against a support of yet more of the insistent substance.

His back underwent a deep massage that loosened everything from shoulder blades to muscles near the back of his ribs. Ezekiel sighed involuntarily and collapsed further into Jellatrix, his head resting on her oversized breasts, which gave slightly at its weight, clinging to the back of it.

"That's it, honey, I can take care of you..." Jellatrix said in reassuring tones, while rubbing his pecs and stomach affectionately.

Ezekiel did wonder if it was too late -- had he been defeated by this irresistible breed of Hellspawn? A shadow of concern flitted across his mind, but it was but a speck on the ocean of tranquility that had consumed him.

"You know, you're lucky you've got all that spiritual energy in you," said Lilly, who had been surveying the scene with rapt attention. Both succubi and their partners were watching in silence as well.

"A mere mortal would have been absorbed by now. Mind you, Jellatrix is nothing if not affectionate with her food.

"Jellatrix? Shall we move on?"

Jellatrix beamed and moved her hands to his head, being sure to give even that a good massage, and his thoughts gently dulled and slowed to a crawl. Ezekiel just lay, with a forced contentment and calm, in her lap, his entire body almost as jelly-like as hers.

"You tasted delicious Ezekiel," Jellatrix whispered.

One last, thick goopy tentacle, as thick as Ezekiel's wrist, extended from some hidden depth of Jellatrix and hovered over his exposed cock.

Deep inside the recesses of his mind, he smiled in victory. After all he had been through, he had managed to keep it flaccid through his mental exercises. Against a being who could only relax his body, he had the final victory. How could she bring him to orgasm if she could only relax him?




Sinspawn Ch. 03



"Don't get too excited honey," Jellatrix said as if reading his mind.

"I can suck the tension from anywhere, and a human's naughty bits are a treasure trove.

"I'm going to draw any last energy from you, pull it all inside your dick and suck, suck and suck it all out," she whispered.

The tentacle descended and a hot, tight and dense stickiness wrapped itself snugly round Ezekiel's limp cock. "Let's wake this thing up."

The prison wrapped round Ezekiel's member began flexing and constricting beginning a deep stimulation of the entire organ. Combined with the suction created by the tendril, blood rushed to fill the member and soon it stood proud inside its captor. The angel in human form lolled his head back, his mouth agape -- no muscle control remaining anywhere in his body.

Jellatrix looked over him like a lion surveying its prey. "Squish squish squish!"

His cock became barraged by a rapid series of undulations, presses and pulls, which spread a wave of pleasure across him. Within less than a minute, he had ejaculated inside the thing, prompting an excited gasp from Jellatrix.

Behind him, her breasts and stomach released him from their constant ministrations, as they firmed and became more solid.

"That's it beautiful, give yourself to me..."

The expert manipulations of Ezekiel's member meant he had soon lost another load into the sloppy pressure of the tentacle. He groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head -- he was getting a bit dizzy and his head felt like it was swimming.

Schlop-schlop-squodge-sqoudge-plop-plop...

Again, another load left him and a comfortable haze crept in over his mind. In the background, he heard giggling from Jellatrix.

The throne he sat on rose up over his thighs and wrapped round them, flowing to merge with the tendril sucking at his cock. 

His entire lower half was now covered in Jellatrix's slime, and as he gave more and more seed to her, the torso he leaned on quivered around his head before it too sucked and pulled him in.

His head sank into the flesh, which though it now resembled human skin, seemed to ultimately share its malleability with the rest of her.

Inside, Ezekiel's mind became slow, unresponsive and eventually stopped working, leaving him in a mindless slumber within Jellatrix's body, which continued to milk him for every last drop of semen.

Lilly stood in front of the demon and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, he was all talk and no trousers..."

"He was delicious," sighed Jellatrix as she rubbed her stomach.

"You know what it's time to do now, of course," said Lilly.

Jellatrix smiled. "I'll take him to the guest quarters.,"

****

When Ezekiel awoke, he was lying on a silk bed in the middle of a dim, small room.

It took a while for him to regain his senses and realise what had happened. He had been captured by the enemy! He had been weak, allowed a low-level demon to get past his defences and capture him. It wouldn't happen again. As he sat up, he noticed a drip attached to his arm, hanging from a clear liquid bag on a nearby rack. It made sense they were probably trying to drug him, and Ezekiel delicately pulled the drip off.

"Well, good morning dear," came a voice from the shadows.

"Morning? What time is it?" Since his loss of consciousness, he'd been unable to receive information from above.

"It's about 8am, Friday morning."

"Don't be stupid," he began. "It can't be, it was Monday when I was last awake..." But then it began to sink in.

"You've been out for days," the voice continued. "That drip you just pulled out was building your energy and fluids back up."

The owner of the voice stepped out of the shadows. Her face was young, perhaps early twenties, innocence with a hint of seduction. Her eyes were wide and alluring and her lips glistened with pink lipstick

Ezekiel froze. It was the same colour as her hair. Pink, gelatinous hair that didn't so much stem from follicles as sit like custard on her head.

The girl stepped forward, revealing herself to be not only completely naked, but with breasts just shy of the size of watermelons, and a quivering pink mass below her hips.

It was Jellatrix, but in a human form.

"I really should say how thankful I am," she said. "Your angelic possession of that human body gave it the energy necessary to fully restore me. 

"As I drew on your energy, it adapted and converted itself to semen to best suit my extraction. You will find this ability of yours means you have boundless reserves of the stuff.

"Now, a regular human wouldn't make it twenty minutes without being absorbed. I'd have enjoyed it, they'd have enjoyed it even more, but it would have taken me much longer.

"Lucky you," spat Ezekiel.

Jellatrix frowned. "Mortals do say sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.

"And you should be grateful -- I released you, did I not?

"Why do you resist me so? I don't want to hurt you. Only bring pleasure."

"And damn me and the rest of humanity!" Ezekiel shot back.

"Would eternity with me really be so bad?"

"I'm leaving." Ezekiel got up and began to march to the door.

"You're not going anywhere." 

Jellatrix flicked a slime tendril in his direction and wrapped round his thighs.

Ezekiel tried to steady himself, wobbling unevenly, before she released him and he hit the ground. Two more tendrils wrapped round his arms and hoisted him back onto the bed before letting go. Thanks to the short exposure, his limbs woke up shortly afterwards.

"Now, much as I'd love to drink from you again, we have a need for you. "You are to be the father to a race of new Hellspawn. With your celestial sperm, you will sire my children."

"No-No I won't!" roared Ezekiel, shocked at the plan.

"But you will. Don't worry, it will feel so good..." cooed Jellatrix.

She extended a hand over Ezekiel's stomach, its palm rippling at the surface before a pink blob the size of a Coke can dropped and fell onto his skin.

It moved instinctively toward his crotch, where it split open, before wrapping itself round his cock and beginning to squeeze...

Once more, blood flowed freely into his cock at an unnatural rate, and Ezekiel was soon straining once more under an oversized erection.

Bubbles, pops and miniature tugs of suction gripped his member in several places, overwhelming it with stimulation.

Ezekiel gasped and gritted his teeth as he tried to overcome the stimulation but failed. The clinging moist goop was spreading a deep heat throughout his member, one that reached down and spread to his balls.

He gasped and fell back as the pulsating globule scored an ejaculation from his unwilling body. As he began to shoot into the thing, it kept a constant milking massage running along his length, allowing it to extract far more than would have come out naturally.

After several pulses, a familiar lethargy swept across his body, which he recognised from his energy-sapping experience with Jellatrix.

As his cum floated inside the small lump, it gurgled with a thick liquid sound, before ballooning slightly and expanding. It shifted and grew by an extra 50 per cent in size.

With its surplus mass, the gunk organised itself so it trickled further down his crotch, encompassing his balls.

They were coated in the warm gloop, left swimming in a thick sea that seemed like a million tiny wet lips and tongues kissing and sucking their every inch, while spreading a luxurious warmth.

The new sensation bathed his cock in an even greater pleasure, making Ezekiel instinctively sit bolt upright, mouth agape.

Jellatrix quickly extended a slime tentacle that sucked once at its stomach, leaving him no choice but to drop back down, spent as another orgasm overtook him.

This time his orgasm lasted much, much longer thanks to the triple milking of his cock, testes and perineum, which the goo slowly and deliberately massaged.

Jet after jet of ejaculate sprayed into the slime, which gargled and belched and blossomed outwards, quickly outwards, spreading to his thighs and across his stomach and lower back.

Complete enervation overtook Ezekiel as the messenger from Heaven simply lay still, waiting for the process that would bring yet more evil into the world to come to its end.

It soon did, leaving a girl that much resembled Jellatrix in her initial form presented to him to clamber from atop him, planting a sloppy, sticky kiss on his forehead.

At last it was done.

"Don't think you get off that easily," laughed Jellatrix, again demonstrating some degree of psychic talent.

"My first is spawned, but there are thousands more to come..."