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The Sexorcist

By: Buzzboy



In the darkness of the late night, a dark blue Lexus drives to a huge mansion. After the car is parked on the cobblestone driveway, a 5'8 woman with her blond hair tied back steps out from the driver's side, wearing a long black leather overcoat. From the passenger side, a 5'1 Asian woman with raven black shoulder length hair dressed in a charcoal coat, black pants and black heeled-shoes, carrying a laptop case and a small carry bag. The blond in black walks from her car to the Oakwood front door of the mansion, her Asian companion follows behind.

A few seconds after ringing the door chime, a middle-aged man in a butler's uniform opens the door. A moment of silence follows.

"They've been expecting you." Says the butler. "Please come in."

The two women enter to the foyer of polished marble floor and Oakwood walls.

"May I take your coats?" requests the butler after shutting the door. The Asian female is first to remove her coat showing her red silk shirt, handing it to the butler. After gazing around, the interior of the mansion, the blond removes her coat, showing the light-blue tight fitting dress and white stilettos she wears.

After the coats are put on the coat stand, the butler guides the late-night guests to the living room. There await a man in his late fifties with light-brown hair sitting on a couch with a glass of brandy and a woman in her late forties as well with blond hair slightly darker than one of the visitors, standing near the fireplace with a martini glass.

"Good evening." The man says rising from the couch to walk to the guests. "You must be Courtney."

"Yes." Replies the blond woman in a nonchalant manner. "This is my assistant, Yen." The Asian woman gives a brief head bow in response to the introduction.

"Richard Wesley." The man introduces himself and motions to the woman by the fireplace. "This is my wife, Anna." The wife remains silent, making no effort to make the guests feel welcomed. An attitude Courtney is familiar with.

"Father Peter from St. Aidan told me you're in need of my survives." Courtney states in a professional voice. A faint sigh of contempt from Anna is heard, but to maintain some professional politeness, it was quietly disregarded.

"Won't you sit down?" Richard smilingly motions to the couch. "Can I have Simon get you a drink?"

"No, thank you." Courtney declines, walking to the couch with Yen following behind her. After the Courtney and Yen sit, Yen takes out her lap top computer from it case and sets it on the glass coffee table.

"So who needs my help, Mr. Wesley?" asks Courtney.

"Our son, David." Answers Mr. Wesley.

"When did it start?" Courtney continues inquiring.

"We're not sure, we think sometime last fall."

"You're not sure?"

"We're very busy people. At first, it was little things. He would yell or brake things, then when he stabbed Simon in the arm with a penknife, we took him our doctor, then a whole bunch of doctors. They gave him some mediation that never worked."

"What other acts of violence did he do?"

"One night, last summer, he...he...raped one of the maids." Richard takes a long sip of his brandy. "The way he brutalized her was...inhuman. He almost killed her."

"Oh, please." Mutters Anna. "She was some slut from the Philippines, she probably liked it."

"Anna, please" Richard calmly asserts to Anna, and then turns his attention back to Courtney. "We paid her hospital bills and whatever treatment she needed and gave her a very generous severance pay."

"In exchange for her silence, no doubt." Courtney says.

"That little whore had no problem taking our money." Bellows Anna, walking toward Courtney and Yen. "People like them are always coming here from their backwater country holding out their hands." Anna notices Yen with her head down but her eyes looking up at her. "No offense."

"None taken." Calmly replies Yen. "I'm Korean."

"Is this all, Mr. Wesley?" asks Courtney. "Because it seems to me your son is just a spoiled rich sociopath. And if so, I can't help you."

"There have been other incidents." Richard testifies. "Things like the ground shaking, glass breaking from no reason. After what happened with the maid, David just got worse. Last week, Anna and I returned one afternoon and Simon take us to the pool where we saw Tammy, David's girlfriend, floating in the pool dead."

"He drowned her?"

"No, but her entire body was covered in burn marks. As if she was boiled alive. We knew Tammy's family, so we manage to..."

"That's enough." Says Courtney. "I now believe I can help your son."

"I have Simon show you to..."

"Mr. Wesley, before I get started, there is the subject of payment. I hope Father Peter didn't leave that out."

"Of course. I've already transferred the money to your account."

With a look from Courtney, Yen keys her laptop. Several minutes pass.

"The money has been transferred." Yen states.

"Very well." Courtney confirms. "Let's go started."

Simon the butler guides Courtney and Yen down a hallway in the far side of the mansion.

"We had master David sedated and restrained this afternoon." Informs Simon. "Not an easy task."

"Certainly saves me the trouble." Retorts Courtney.

Simon leads Courtney and Yen at the end of the hallway to a door with three pad locks. Using the keys left on a small side table near the door, Simon unlocks the door and opens it.

"Good luck." Says the butler as walks away.

"Ready?" Courtney asks Yen.

"Yes." Yen answers.

Courtney enters the small, dark room and sees a young auburn-haired man in his early twenties lying on an old-fashion single bed, with his wrists above him tied by rope to the bar frame of the headboard and his ankles ties to the bedpost of the other end of the bed, partially covered by a thin sheet. The furniture of the room also includes a chair near the door, a nightstand next to the bed and a small dresser by the window. With the lights off, the room is illuminated only from the window by the moon and stars. After both enter the room, Yen shuts the door behind her.

Cautiously approaching the bed, Courtney leans forward for a closer look at David. She sees what a handsome man he is and admires his toned muscular build. Courtney then pulls the sheet from David, showing the rest of his appealing body, wearing just his gray jock shorts.

"Yen, scissors." Commands Courtney. The compliant Yen pulls out a pair of scissors from the carry bag and hands them to Courtney. As Courtney begins to cut the fabric of the jock shorts, Yen takes out five white candles and places and lights them around the bed, two by each side and one by the end of the bed, forming a pentagram. After lighting the last candle, Yen goes to the chair at the door and begins removing her clothes.

Making the necessary cuts, Courtney pulls the carved underwear from the sleeping David, now completely naked. Courtney leans to David's penis. She gently wraps her fingers around the sleeper's shaft and slowly strokes it, causing blood to rush in the penis, causing it to grow. This I can work with. She thinks.

Soft groans begin emanate from the sleeping David.

"He's waking up." Says Courtney. "You ready?"

At the chair, Yen pulls off her pink panties and drops them on the chair with the rest of her clothes, exposing her naked 33-22-33 body. She takes a bottle of lube gel from the carry bag and hurries to Courtney's side.

"Stroke him gently." Instructs Courtney, letting go of the erected penis. "Remember, I need him physically aroused."

"Yes, Courtney." Obeys Yen. Yen squeezes a palm full of gel from the bottle in her hand, while Courtney walks to the dresser and removes her clothes. With her hand covered with gel, she tenderly holds the penis and resumes the gentle hand job. The groans continue until young David opens his dark brown eyes to see his manhood in Yen's lubricated hands.

"Courtney, He's awake." Calls Yen.

"What the fuck are you doing?" David demandingly asks.

"Calm down, David." David turns his head to the directions of Courtney's voice and sees her glorious nude 36C-24-34 body unclamping her blond hair to fall free, wearing just her gold cross adorning her neck. "I'm Courtney and this is Yen." Courtney sits on the bed and places her hand on David's chest. "We're here to help you."

Looking into David's eyes, Courtney sees the malevolent rage in him is slowly replaced something more unsettling for her, malevolent lust.

"You can help me by untying me, bitch." David demands.

"No, I won't." replies Courtney. "Just relax, David, and this well be over." Courtney glides her fingers down David's chest to the shaft of his hard cock, still being lubed by Yen's caressing hands. "That's good, Yen. He's ready." Yen removes her hands of the erect manhood and takes a few steps back from the bed.

"Free my hands and I'll show how ready I am." Boosts David, with a sinister grin.

Courtney moves herself to kneel over David standing penis. She reaches behind her and gently holds it, then brushes her ass cheeks against it.

"If my parents paid a whore to fuck me, it should enough to do whatever I want." Says David, trying to pull his hands free.

"I'm not a whore." Courtney corrects. "But I am going to fuck you." Courtney lowers her head to David's chest and gives a slow and steady lick to the sternum followed by a series of slow wet kisses across his pecks. This physically excites David further, as he become more aggressive to free himself from his restraints.

"Get me the fuck out of this!" David orders. "I'll give you a fucking like you never had."

Rising her upper body, Courtney lowers her hips for the hard penis to slowly slide in her bald vagina. Once within Courtney's sex, she begins to rock her hips back and forth.

"I want you to..." Courtney's statement is interrupted.

"UNTIE ME, YOU FUCKING WHORE!" yells David.

"I want you to focus on your cock in me!" Courtney reassert as she instructs. "Feel the pleasure it's giving you as it slips and slides in my pussy! My hot, wet, tight pussy!"

Suddenly, in a few short seconds, the air in the room gets cold. Courtney feels her skin tighten and her nipples harden. She persists with her pelvic rhythms, despite David's resistance. Although the sensation of the penetration pleases her as well as David, Courtney maintains her concentration to her task. Then suddenly, but expected, she feels an electrifying sensation consuming her eyes. Opening her eyes wide, she looks inside the man she's copulating. She sees pass the physical reality around her to an astral plane of reality. With this astral sight, she sees an entity of pure evil wrapped in a shroud of utter darkness. She sees the demon possessing young David.

"Yen." Courtney says. "Get farther away."

But as Yen attempts to distant herself from the bed, a terrifying inhuman growl emerges from David, paralyzing her with absolute fear. Less than a second after that, the binds restraining David's arms and legs simultaneously snap. Now free, David grabs Courtney by the arms and, without breaking the intercourse, forces her on her back.

"I ALWAYS GET TO BE ON TOP, BITCH!" David yells, as he mercilessly thrusts his cock in Courtney, feeling the hard punching pains in her abdomen. "Get over here!" David looks to Yen, still overcome with fear to move. "You're next after I'm done with her, SO YOU GET OVER HERE NOW!"

"Stay away, Yen!" shouts Courtney.

David turns his sight back to Courtney and sees the look of defiantness rather than of fear and surrender he would prefer. Enraged by this, David slaps both his hands on Courtney's neck and tightens his grip. Courtney grabs the wrists of the choking hands and tries to pull them away but because of the enhanced strength from the demon, Courtney can barely move David's hands as she feels her throat being squeezed harder and harder while David continues brutally thrusting his hot-blooded cock in Courtney.

"I GIVE THE ORDERS HERE, NOT SOME WHORE!" roars David. "I'M GOING TO SHOWYOU...YOU..."

David's stride begins to slowly decelerate as he feels himself become weak. Through her astral sight, Courtney sees the demon possessing him losing its hold on David. Feeling the hands on her throat weaken, Courtney quickly wraps her legs around David's waist, securing her to him and then pulls David's hands from her neck and hurriedly inhales to resume her breathing.

"I told you, I'm not a whore." Says Courtney.

As both Courtney and David feel the air around them electrify, the flame from the candles intensifies and grows. Taking advantage of David's weaken condition, Courtney pulls him down and rolls herself back to top of him and resumes her pelvic motions.

"Relish this moment, demon!" yells Courtney. "It's the last good fuck you'll have!"

Through David's mouth, the demon lets out a roar of rage as Courtney feels herself nearing the peak of pleasure. Suddenly, an explosion of light and force causes Courtney to soar backwards from the bed to the floor. The candle flames immediately shrinks down to nothing, leaving only smoke.

Lying naked on the hardwood floor, Courtney can only now focus on her new discomfort, not so much as the physical discomfort with David, but a metaphysical one as she feels the demon she exorcised from David is now in her. Courtney starts convulsing as she feels the malevolent rage of the demon grow as it tries clawing its way out, a rage of evil that she is forced to experience. 

Courtney then senses the demon realizing its end near, but like the demons she exorcised, it doesn't feel fear for its destruction, just more rage. Courtney curls herself as she patiently waits for this process to finish, but as the demon's hatred for her increases fast and intensely, she worries it may be more than she can handle.

Finally, the demon feels itself beginning to dissipate like paper on fire, it tries to fight, to resist, to survive, but as it proves futile, the demon is enraged even more until it explodes and dissipates into nothing.

As the convulsing stops, Courtney rolls on her back and takes in some deep breathes. Yen cautiously walks to Courtney and kneels near her.

"Courtney?" Yen says in a low tone.

"Yen, how's David?" Courtney asks, opening her eyes to see Yen, still naked, kneeling over her.

"He's passed out." Yen answers.

"Get my coat." Courtney tells Yen. "We're done here."

Yen quickly stands up and hurries out of the bedroom. Fully back to her senses, Courtney sits herself up. She looks at David, resting peacefully on the bed. A bit weak she goes on her hands and knees and crawl to the bed. Kneeling up for a better look of David, she notices a trail of semen staining the mattress. Courtney sits herself down with her back to the edge of the bed. Spreading her legs, she examines her vagina and thighs for semen but only finds sweat.

Courtney looks at David, still asleep.

*****

Standing outside the door, Richard and Anna watch a weaken Courtney, wearing only her coat to conceal her nude body, helped to the passenger seat of her car by Yen and the butler. Yen then enters the driver's seat, and droves away.

"I don't thrust that slut." States Anna. "This could just a scam and David isn't well at all."

"I assure you, Mrs. Wesley." Says a deep, gravely voice from behind the Wesleys. "It is not a scam."

A man dressed in a black overcoat and a wide-brimmed hat walks through the door. Richard turns to face the hidden guest. Up close, he sees pass the shadows obscuring the strange man's old and wrinkled face with gray hair.

"As I told you, the young lady has freed your son from his demon-possession." Says the old man.

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you insist on hiding from her? On telling her Father Peter recommended her?" inquires Richard. "Have you even met her?"

The strange man pauses for a few seconds.

"That isn't important now." Answer the old man. "You son is well now. That's all that matters." 

*****

Although Courtney has regained some strength, she still needed Yen as she guides Courtney to the luxurious wide-spaced bathroom of her home. Soon Courtney soaks in the warm waters of her bathtub, breathing in the scent of jasmine as she lays her head back against a rolled up towel.

"Are you feeling better?" Yen softly asks.

Courtney opens her eyes to look to Yen, wearing a pink silk mini-robe. 

"Yes." She answers.

After a few seconds of silence, Yen walks to Courtney as she removes her robe and lets it drop on the floor. Yen takes a ball-shaped sponge from the counter and steps in the spacious tub with Courtney, who looks at Yen with no expression of welcome her or denying her. She kneels beside Courtney as she plunges the sponge in the water.

"What are you doing?" Courtney asks, slowly sliding up, rising her shoulders and well-rounded breasts above the water.

"Shhhh, relax." Implies Yen, reaching to the soap tray. "Just close your eyes and relax."

Going along, Courtney lays her head back down, but watches Yen rub the soap on the sponge, saturating it with lather. Yen crawls to Courtney, putting herself above her and gently rubs the soapy sponge against Courtney's globes, first around in a crisscross rhythm, then circling a single breast up to the areolas and slowly caressing the nipple.

"Does that feel good?" inquires Yen.

"Yes." Courtney sighs.

To relish the pleasures she receives from the loyal Yen, Courtney closes her eyes. Yen leans more to Courtney until her head hovers above Courtney's face. The nipple play continues for a few minutes, and then Yen slowly slides the sponge from Courtney's breasts, down her stomach and between her thighs. Courtney feels the soapy porous surface of the sponge now push through her labia and rubbing against her swollen clit, sending her to further ecstasy. 

As Yen caresses Courtney's sex in a slow and steady pace, she watches Courtney's lips, breathing more rapidly. The moans from Courtney fill Yen with the need to feel Courtney's lips on her. Hoping Courtney will greet Yen just a small kiss as reward for her efforts, Yen moves her mouth close to Courtney's. However, Courtney's head makes a sudden turn to the side, blocking Yen's effort.

Yen knows Courtney did this intentionally, but puts her frustration aside for the moment to continues what she started, what Courtney needs to begin with. Courtney's hips jerks several times before she finally feel a surge of sexual bliss from her sex, causing her to let out a load moan.

Done with her task, Yen pull the sponge away and kneel up as Courtney opens her eyes.

"That was very good, Yen." Says Courtney, a nonchalant, emotionally detached manner. "Now help me rinse off."

*****

The stairway seems to be darker though Courtney remembered, as she walks up to the second floor. Suddenly, Courtney's feels her very soul dampens with the sense of fear and dread.

Why do I have to be here?

At the top of the stairway, Courtney continues walking down a dark hallway with little light for her to see.

I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be here.

She notices the clothes she's wearing, a simple white blouse and a long black skirt. It's what the nuns had her wear. Although drab, Courtney never defied them.

Why are they making me do this? I don't want to be here.

At the end of the hallway, Courtney walks to a door. The fear inside her grows.

Don't open the door!

Courtney finds herself reaching for the doorknob and to her horror is unable to stop herself.

Run! Just get out of there!

With no apparent control of herself, Courtney opens the door and walks in what seems to be an office. 

No! I can't go in there!

A man dressed in black is standing behind his desk with his back to Courtney looking out the window. 

He's a priest. The nuns sent me to him.

Courtney notices the darkness outside the window.


The Sexorcist



NOTE: All characters in this story are 18 and above.

*****

Sally extended her arms as wide as possible and fell back on her bed. It had been so long. It seemed just yesterday she left home and now... it was as familiar as an old shoe. The drive down had been long, and even now, she could hear her little sister, giggling downstairs as her mom pulled out plates for dinner.

She wanted to nap. Outside it had become dusk, the sky a pale blue as the sun dipped underneath the horizon. First things first, she thought. She looked to her suitcase. Strangely, she felt extra motivated to unzip it. Perhaps her new work ethic was paying off after all. She popped the thing open and gasped. 

Even underneath all her shirts, she knew what it was. Every woman knew what it was. Immediately her mind went into detective mode, wondering which roommate pranked her this time. Her fingers traced around the dildo's outline and the more she did it, the more she found she couldn't stop it. Through the cotton shirts on top of it, she could feel its power, slowly seeping in through her fingers, streaming up into the rest of her body.

She heard more sounds downstairs. They would be calling her soon... but she couldn't go. Just a little more time was needed. She stroked the thing like a favored pet and heard her breath become more labored as her heart fluttered. Delicate hands peeled back the pink shirt. When her eyes settled on the naughty toy, she could not help herself from letting out a husky moan. It was ornate and finely wrought, and was possessed of a deep, rich crimson shine.

She noticed the engravings that ran along its side. The first line of text was written in exotic, indecipherable runes. The second line was written in elegant script, reading 'The key to pleasure is the key to the universe'. The third set of carvings looked hastily written, with crude technique and possibly dried blood within the etchings themselves. It read 'FUCKING SHIT FUK RAPE FUUUUUUUU' until the writer ran out of room in the end.

She picked the thing up and held it across her hands. Immediately she felt her breasts tingle as an erotic heat pulsed down to her thighs and melted into her flesh. It felt like a warm glow had washed over her soul. Pleasure throbbed in spine tingling waves from her hand, and she felt her body stiffen, as if suffering some sort of erotic shock. The longer it stayed the more she wanted it. And then she knew she had to have it inside her at least once.

If it felt this good outside her body... she had some testing to do.

The thought of putting it alone had made her breath quicken, her skin heat up. Now that the thought had been made, some flexibility had been restored to her body, and she saw her hand slowly inch the vicious looking dildo down into her pants. She gasped and writhed, feeling the heat of the thing skim against her lower belly. She pushed her panties up just a little and slid the phallus further down.

Curiously, the closer it got to her pussy, the hotter and more veiny the thing seemed to feel... almost like a real cock. Before she could even consider it she realized the dildo was broaching her pussy lips, sending sensuous prickles of desire deep into her womanhood. She had a sense she was on the cusp of something, a feeling that things were never going to be the same and that once it happened... there was no turning back.

At once the dildo slithered up inside her, filling her sopping cunt with its considerable girth. Sally inhaled sharply. 

In one heartbeat, it ignited with ancient, forbidden power. 

The infernal tool soaked her slick inner walls with its seething, pent-up energy. When she exhaled she fell to her knees and opened her mouth to scream, though no sound came out. Like lightning she saw within her mind's eye, bright flashes of carnal pleasure lash her soul, cowing its good nature while elevating its perverseness.

It throbbed and thrust deep inside her. Wet arousal ran from her slit and soaked her quivering thighs. She shivered while prickling heat raced down her body, her orgasm making her stomach shudder while she slumped further to the ground.

It is time... for Change... whispered a voice in her head, and another flash of pleasure struck before her soul. Within the flash she saw faces... some elongated and pale... others compact and ruddy... all their eyes like burning red dwarf stars.

She arched her back and moaned softly as the feel of invisible hands swept up her belly and groped her breasts. She licked her lips and kept her eyes close, paralyzed with sensation. Deeper inside, fear mingled with rapture, just as the shadows in her room deepened, the whispers ever louder by her ears...

"Saaally! Dinner!" her mom called.

"Coming!" she gasped and steadied her hands on the floor. She noticed runnels of sweat run down her arms and felt hazy, her head light as if in a dream. She had the vague sense that everything would be alright, so long as she kept her secret. The mere thought sent a wave of euphoria through her being. She breathed in deeply and a drunken smile dawned on her face.

As she stood up, she thought she felt a throbbing in her chest, as if her pink bra had become... tighter.

She ignored it and steadied herself against her doorway, trying to rein in the ceaseless rushes of pleasure that thrummed from within her pussy. She took a deep breath, and walked down the stairs. The lamps on the walls created blurry trails of light when she walked past them. Her mother and sister on the other hand seemed floaty and drifting before her eyes. 

She closed her eyes when she got to the foot of the stairs, willing her vision problems away.

The two college girls sat at the table, with only the sister, Tara, speaking excitedly. Sally couldn't offer much, only able to pick at her food and offer one word responses as the dildo had its way with her, a strange and constant smirk on her face. 

Her eyes dilated when she watched her mother lean back and take a sip from her wine glass, exposing her gracile neck, her light sprinkling of freckles hinting at the large and mature breasts below. She felt her core temperature intensify when she turned to her sister and found her eyes drinking in the pert mounds of her cupcake-like breasts, straining against her light green shirt.

She felt ashamed and confused that they should excite her so. She put her sweaty hands on the table, steadying herself as she became acutely aware of her dildo. Arousal mounted in her body as the sex toy began to spasm and vibrate at even higher speeds, and she felt a spike of fear race up her nerves at how well the thing was thrusting into her. It felt so organic and... real. Her supple thighs clenched together, trying to hold off what could not be denied.

She closed her eyes and held her breath. What was seconds in the real world was an eternity in the mind. Deprived of her sight, she could focus her attention on the feeling. How the dildo lengthened within her wet passage, its swollen girth against her pink inner walls, at the command of some invisible force as it thrust inside her in a merciless frenzy.

Her legs twitched. A trio of voices tickled her ear, as subtle as smoke against silk, worming their way into her soul, urging her most lustful surrender. Somehow they were able to make her body still, even as her pussy twitched and flowed. The stillness made it all the more intolerable.

We can put an end to it child... said one voice, the greatest pain in the world does not compare to the suffering eternal pleasure can bring.

Another voice chimed in, choking on its rage. YOU BITCH! You give us the soul or we TAKE the soul!

Sally shivered at the third one, whose sibilant tongue drove slow rapture down her spine. Ahh... se krezzel vas l'en fras! Xivin shilde, Ira mazzes ir sress...

Sally thought she was going to boil over from the feminine voice, how it made her soul glow and her body spasm. Her calm breaths did much to take the edge off the arousal, fearing if she tipped over into ecstasy... it would not be a fall she could climb out of.

An excited moan was all she could let loose, her fight against fate on a razor's edge. She elicited strange looks all the same from her mother and sister. "What was that about?" inquired her mom, not sure what was going on with her perspiration streaked daughter.

Sally scrambled for a reason and became frightened at how quickly one came to her. "Oh the food... it's so good!" She smiled nervously, her dazed eyes not matching with the rest of her face. The more she tried to suppress her erotic movements, the more the dildo plowed into her, delivering not only the delight of its penetration, but a deeper, more ethereal sensation.

It touched her in ways the dildo never could, like invisible chords of pleasure, plucked all along her body to play a tune that could only inflame helpless Sally with more desire.

Tara looked at her sister's plate and giggled. "Oh my god, you're such a liar! You've barely eaten anything!"

Taken off-guard, Sally gave the infernal artifact all it needed to finish the job. A whimper of need and terror peeped through her lips. She knew then... she had lost.

Her body stiffened as dark elation rose through her flesh. Her next words were choked off in her throat as she threw her head back, her mouth slack. Her pussy rippled with inner contractions and the dildo swelled, tensed... and exploded.

Strands of red etheric essence boiled from the tip and shot straight into her plush womb, twisting flesh and soul both with its corruptive nature. She cried out, arching her back and lifting her hips off from her seat, her eyes shining like dark rubies but for a moment.

Sally could no more ponder her lapse in defense than she could the sudden onrush of ecstasy. At once her conscious mind was obliterated under a deluge of pleasure and darkness. She spasmed in her chair, each malevolent spurt from the toy sending her into new lustful convulsions. Husky and strained moans rushed out of her gaping mouth, the final songs of struggle over her mortal soul. 

The black cross nestled against the swells of her milky cleavage began to smoke. Her breasts too, expanded before her family's eyes, ripening into a rounder shape, jiggling to her paroxysms, nipples hard and tingling with excitement.

At once the bizarre show came to an end and she slammed back down into her chair, her heavy breasts heaving while errant strands of saliva fell down the soft cleft of her cleavage.

She shuddered... and let out a satiated sigh that seemed to breathe out longer than possible.

Her sister and mother watched in stunned silence. Sally brought her head back down, her eyes bereft of their joyful glint.

"Wow you're soooo weird! And what's wrong with your boobs!?" said Tara.

What was once Sally spun her head to her giggling sister, her face a mask of fury. "SHUT UP! Eat your vegetables, bitch!" Her voice was inhumanly deep, but tinged with arousal.

She watched as her mother scooted away from the table in fright while Tara screamed. Sally dropped all pretense of calmness and let out sonorous moans of ecstasy as her transformation continued apace.

Her body writhed within her chair and her pussy juices flowed freely, soaking through her panties and shorts and onto the chair's cushion. Her gyrating only had the effect of urging the dildo to more wildly thrust and vibrate within her love tunnel, throwing her into a chain of orgasms.

"Oh! Oh! FUCK!" she shouted. "Her soul is ours!"

"Mom! What's happening!?" screamed Tara, finally have the presence of mind to leap away from her sister. Sally's hips bucked so hard that they soon collided against the table, knocking the thing over and sending plates, half-finished food and drinks scattering.

Louisa watched the impossible, not quite believing her own eyes, even as her daughter bucked and thrashed in carnal bliss. She thought she saw her precious little Sally's blonde locks begin to shimmer and lengthen, shifting from a healthy straw color to something unnaturally resplendent. They turned impossibly golden yet white, glowing like some beautiful morning star. 

"Oh my god..." she said, taking a further step back as she watched her daughter's sweet, wholesome face become more refined, with a degenerate and crueler kind of beauty. Lips widened into voluptuous petals, eyelashes turned thick and smoky, while her eyes gleamed blood red. "My baby needs the Lord!"

Sally finally jumped out of her chair and pinned herself back against the wall, while spittle inducing vitriol leaked from her foul mouth. "Fuck him! I need a fuckin' cock... and some pussy!" She tried turning around when she heard her sister scream shrilly at her nonsense, but staggered as another climax rocked her body. She felt her breast flesh still flowing with unnatural vitality, expanding her chest into two soft and juicy globes. 

She tore her blue shirt from the sides and snapped the pink bra underneath, letting the creamy swells of her bosom spill over bright cotton as the threads parted like some ancient sea before her femininity. "I'M FREEEE!" Her huge tits jutted out proudly, sitting high on her chest like a sculpture that was an ode to all that was feminine. And from the turgid nipples that rested atop her soft, alabaster mountains of flesh, leaked streams of a velvety black fluid.

Sally turned to her sister, pushing her chest out and letting her large, puffy breasts fill up her vision. "Drink siss, drink it all!" Another voice spewed out of Sally's mouth right after, one that was less vehement but just as sinister, "Oh this is such a delight. Sisters! The Fallen One smiles on us ton-" The original, aggressive voice exploded back into being.

"Ff-fuck! Do NOT interrupt me, slave!" She looked down to her sister again, sporting a maniacal grin. She wobbled her massive tits from side to side, sending sloshes of her demonic nectar all over the tile floor. "Drink, bitch!"

Tara backed up to the edge of the kitchen and felt herself cornered against the screendoor. "No... please, no..." She looked in the back and saw her mother punching in a phone number before murmuring quietly into the receiver while keeping her eyes on Sally.

A look of sympathy washed over Sally's face and the more refined voice crept back to her lush lips. "Come little one, bring thyself to mine bosom and partake in the blessings of Baal." Tara found herself mellowed by her gentler words and transfixed by the ample, jiggling orbs of her sister's chest. She was so relaxed she didn't even notice her sister reach behind her head. Slowly her face was brought into the luscious slopes of her sister's demonic tits. Her lips slipped around a nipple, and the dark nectar flowed...

"Nooooo!" she heard her mother scream, sounding like some distant storm cloud. Tara was in her own cloud, reveling in the sheer warmth that flowed down her throat. It tasted vaguely sweet ... and something else. Something she couldn't place. She felt her nose and the rest of her face pressed into her sister's smooth and plump breast and thought she was going to drown in softness. In pleasure.

But before she could, she felt herself fall back against the floor and watched through dazed eyes as her mother smacked her sister's head with her heavy purse, knocking her out. Black fluids stained Tara's lips, and despite how warm the tainted nectar was, she was thankful she could already feel the pleasure fading away.

"Is my baby ok!?" said her mother. Tara took a hand up and smiled.

"Yeah... yeah I think so." She looked her mother in the eyes with genuine gratitude. "Thanks for getting her off me. I don't know what got into her but... it felt good." She shivered at the remembrance of the taste and eyed the liquid streaming down her sister's big ivory melons with envy.

"That's because your sister has turned to sin. But it's ok, because we can save her. I've called a man that can help."

"Who?"

"The Exorcist."

***

Father Bill stepped into Sally's room quietly, with her mother and sister behind him. She was sleeping. She was also tied to the bed posts. Her face was so serene it was hard for him to believe this was the very same girl he had heard such vile things about.

His eyes widened when she tossed and turned in her sleep and unsettled the bed sheet laying on top of her. The sheet slid down, and what he thought were multiple sheets and blankets piled up turned out to be none other than her prominent chest. Great creamy mounds of unnatural femininity stretched her form fitting baby blue t-shirt to the limit.

He gulped when he saw the luscious swells of her cleavage pressed so tightly together. They reminded him of his darker days, back when he gleefully snorted coke off the peachy ass of some barely legal stripper before titfucking her stoned sister. But those days were behind him. 

Somewhat.

"Well then... hooooly shit..." he said absentmindedly. Louisa frowned and looked at him, not sure if a man of the cloth actually just said what she thought he did.

"Father, we don't use that kinda language 'round here."

"Ah yes, sorry ma'am, my apologies." He looked back to her daughter. Her face almost seemed to glow with heavenly light. More than that, her very features had changed, if the portraits laid out throughout the house were anything to go by.

Enviable, modelesque cheek bones had risen to sleek prominence on her visage, her nose refined like a sculptor's dream and her lips... Father Bill felt ashamed that the first thing he noticed about her lips was not their perfect shape, but how well they could suck his cock. Plush and voluptuous, like the rest of her body, her mouth seemed caught in a state of constant poise, ready for something to suck.

"Father?" Again her mother interrupted his daydream. "What can you do for her?"

He turned back to her, grabbed her by her shoulders and looked straight into her eyes. "I'm gonna save her. But first we're gonna need some candles... lots of candles."

***

When Father Bill had finally gotten to work, the room was bright in the amber cast of candle flame. Laid out in concentric circles around her Sally's bed and set up on every desk, the room was at last a veritable fire hazard.

He sat down by her side, and this close to the beauty he could feel the sheer presence of her evil. From a distance, he was amazed by her full and heavy bosom, but up close... he felt enslaved by it. Even from the curve of her hip, he could tell she sported an equally succulent backside.

How he wanted nothing more than to just reach forward and squeeze, to grope her large, unbelievably soft melons and fondle the taut, pale hemispheres of her ass cheeks. Feast on those supple lips as he ran his hands through her smooth golden hair... then he remembered her mother was watching.

Thank God she's here, he thought. He couldn't trust himself before such supernatural allure. He cleared his throat and got a hold of himself.

"Sally... Sally..." he said gently, and ran his finger down her forehead and across her cheek, checking her temperature. "Sally... I've got something for you..."

She opened her eyes with delicate slowness. They flicked without her eyelids closing, like a reptile. Her irises had filled with a bright shade of scarlet, her pupil's catlike. He wanted nothing more than to leap out of his chair and run as far as he could at that moment. Her gaze bore into his and a hungry smile widened her face.

This was nothing like he had dealt with before. Most exorcisms involved a little bit of shouting, an enraged psycho, spouting a few noble sounding platitudes and a fair amount of slapping. But with that body, and those eyes, he was convinced.

This was real.

"Fadra Villzo? Plezizetzen tine'a mar kuu. Ira Sashari int se ir jer kuuor a'nima." Her tongue dangled out of her mouth and made insectoid clicking sounds as she spoke. Her voice was far more feminine that the two that manifested the day before. It was the epitome of sensual. Though the good Father hadn't the faintest idea of what she said.




The Sexorcist



It wasn't any version of speaking in tongues that he had heard before.

"V'atoor javen kuu bral'ai ver nii?" Her words sent a chill down his spine, and he found her already staggering beauty magnify before his eyes. His breath grew quick and his eyes drifted once more into the heaving expanse of her plump cleavage, longing to burst free from their mortal constraints.

He took a deep breath and looked back into her eyes. "Alrighty now. Is Sally in there, can I speak to her?"

A shadow came across her eyes and her face twisted into a snarl. "I don't know, can you? NO YOU CAN'T MOTHERFUCKER!" She yanked against her restraints. Her veins bulged along her previously smooth neck and she pushed her jiggling chest out obscenely.

Bill flinched in his seat but didn't tear his eyes away from how her heavy, pert globes jounced to and fro. "Holy hell woman, that is some demonic 'roid rage, Jesus Christ!" He turned and saw Louisa frowning over his cavalier language. What a judgmental bitch, he thought.

But then he focused back on Sally. It was his duty and pleasure to do so. "Alright alright, calm down. What can I do... to make you leave peacefully?"

Sally thrust her hips off the bed back and forth in a violent manner, growling and moaning at the same time. "Fucking fuck me! FUCK ME!" At last he saw the outstanding curvature of her ass, rounded like an apple with two high sitting cheeks.

Exorcism by penetration. He would have loved to do so but... that damn mother... watching me like a hawk. My blessing and my curse. "Uh...ok, well I can't do that. What exactly do you want?"

"I want to... FUCK! And I wanna have a good time! And the Apocalypse, I want that too!" Before he could respond he heard her mother, sobbing behind him.

"I want my baby back! Please just give her back!" Louisa's former daughter only cackled with malicious delight.

She sprung up against her restraints and straightened herself back against the bed frame and looked her mother in the eyes. "Your daughter is gone! I soul fucked that bitch into oblivion and she loved every moment of it... her soul is nothing more than black tatters! GONE!"

She cackled some more as her mother buried her face in her hands. "Nooo..." she cried and sunk to her knees.

Bill fished into his leather satchel. "Ok then, Sally, if that's the way it's gonna be, that's the way it's gonna be. I'm gonna introduce you to two associates of mine, think of them... like doctors." he gripped a large, dusty Bible in his left hand and brandished a crucifix in his right. "And their prescription is... THE LORD!"

He held the cross in front of her face and read a passage from the book. "But if it is by the finger of God that I cast out demons..." The exorcist grinned as she groaned and writhed to his proclamations. Although there was something off about her... she seemed to enjoy it!

Her wide hips swung and rolled with temptation, like the snake in Eden, offering him eternal damnation in between her sopping loins. Her vast, creamy tits swayed from side to side, those soft slopes of infernal feminine majesty seducing all that was good from the former con man, that he may spend the rest of his days buried between them. Her ruby lips curled in beautiful agony, singing whines and moans where the line between pain and pleasure blurred.

"then the kingdom of God has come upon you!" He panted, both at reciting the passage and at the sexual splendor before him. "What did you think of THAT, you forsaken beast!?" He jabbed his cross at her again and she jolted back, thrusting her rounded hips back at him.

"Oh... oh... Father... that was fuckin' great!" She sighed as if recovering from an orgasm. "But you forgot one thing..."

He smirked. "And what's that?"

"THE GOOD PART!" The aggressive voice was overpowered by the refined one. "Apologies, Father, you must excuse that one. I thought it was... sublime... it must have been centuries since I've heard anything from that book and this time... I'm still here."

Father Bill slunk back into his chair, exhausted. "I will do this as long as it takes..."

"Oh I don't doubt it, but time was never the issue. Faith on the other hand..."

Louisa brought her face out of her hands. "What is he... she, talkin' about?"

Father Bill waved his hand. "It's a demon, ma'am. That's what they do. Make you question your faith, but don't worry, I got this handled-"

"Like sand in a hand and plankton in a net. You get what you pay for, Louisa." sniped the demon, as it lay back in bed with a wicked smile on its face.

"That's enough out of you!" Louisa fired back.

"But it won't be the only thing coming out of me... or you for that matter." Sally's maniacal face leaned up from the bed and stared into her mother's terrified eyes. "Oh yes mother dearest, we have plans for you... all sorts of plans..."

Bill got out of his chair and went to pat Louisa on the shoulder. "It gets better. I promise. It don't look like its workin' right now, but trust me it is. God is saving something special for this one. We'll try again tomorrow."

Father Bill and Louisa closed the door to her bedroom to uproarious, demonic laughter and prayed for a better day tomorrow.

*** 

Elsewhere in the household was Tara. She had spent the night in bed after dinner, too frightened of her psychotic sister. She prayed for her, for the first time in her life. But there was something inside her, a whisper from a dark and ancient place.

She shivered to its voice. The more it spoke, the more she wanted to hear its voice. Burrowing, clawing and slithering into the chaste and innocent core of her soul. Sally had gotten to her. It was only a moment, but evil had made miles out of that moment.

A drink from her sister's breast created a crack in her heart, one that she could not fill no matter how hard she tried. Taraaa... it hissed, its words like smoke rising out of her soul. Tara gripped her sheets and bit her lip, squirming as each syllable sent exciting tingles down her spine and between her legs.

She felt an unholy euphoria creep deeper and deeper into her flesh, delighting her will as much as it numbed it. But it was not enough. She still had some fight in her.

Tara forced herself up and swatted her arm across her bedside table, gripping her cross necklace. She slammed back down on the bed and gasped. Air rushed back into her lungs and unholy pleasure retreated from her flesh. Still she felt the presence right above skin, hovering... waiting for a lapse in faith.

She held strong... for tonight.

***

Father Bill and Louisa filed into Sally's room for another day of hopeful smiting and redemption. "Ahh... Father, welcome back." The refined demon was in control, by the moment. She pulled against her restraints and pushed her chest out, offering the holy man a mouth watering view of her deep, plunging cleavage.

The fibers in her baby blue t shirt had grown weak and strained holding back her massive demonic breasts. Father Bill felt a nuclear explosion of lust go off in his mind at the sight of her endowments. He imagined sinking his hands into her soft, round globes, just one little feel. That's all he needed.

He cleared his throat. "Good morning, Sally." He sat in the chair next to her bed and brought her covers up over her full tits to spare himself of such visual torment. "Is Sally here right now?"

Sally's plush, dark lips parted, releasing her sonorous and sensual voice to seep into Bill's ears. "As I elucidated yesterday, she is quite gone. We are in control now."

"We?" he ventured.

Sally threw her head back, and her whitish blonde locks whipped over her shoulders like shooting cosmic gold. The motion made her sheets drop away, revealing again the rounded tops of her bulging cleavage. "We are The Three... for we are three." 

The exorcist furrowed his brow and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Well... yeah, kind of figured that." He pulled his satchel up in his lap and fished out his Bible once more, and a small pouch of something else. "I don't know what to tell ya... Three. Because here's the deal. If you don't high tail it out of this body..." he shook the pouch in front of her face, "I'm gonna have to use this. It's been blessed by ten priests. We use this to strengthen holy water."

Sally giggled. "Oh Great Below... not the salt!" She stopped and caught the Father's eye. "Please. I'm afraid your holy condiments won't do much but make me taste better. But I am a merciful spirit. I will let you speak to Sally."

Bill reclined back in his chair with a wide smug smile. "Well alrighty then."

"But..." she said, turning her head to Louisa in the corner of the room. "She must go."

Louisa frowned. "Why!?"

"Do what I say or your daughter shall never inhabit this form again." said the demon.

Father Bill turned to Louisa. "It's ok. I got this."

Famous last words, but still, she had no choice but to trust him. Louisa sighed. "Fine. I'll go take a nap but I will be back to know what she said."

"Yes ma'am." He watched closely as Louisa shut the door behind her. "Now then... show me Sally."

At once Sally's face took on a kinder countenance. Her eyes seemed to dim in their infernal brightness, her stunning smile became less maniacal and her body... was still as outstandingly curvaceous as ever. "Father Bill?" she said timidly.

He put his hand underneath her chin. "I'm here for you now. We're gonna work to get that thing out of you."

Her eyes became misty and a weak smile dawned on her lips. "Thank you, Father. When it came for me... I couldn't resist." her voice had a subtle sparkling and sensual quality that made the hairs on Bill's neck stand on ends. "It felt so good Father, so forbidden and... evil." Father Bill couldn't stop staring into her bright, red eyes. There was something about her voice that seemed so familiar.

"It was a new kind of love, of belonging. To feel its dark claws seep and burrow deep where no salvation could reach... and just... take." She let loose an aroused sigh at her recounting as Father Bill leaned in, enthralled with her tale, too much to notice how her hands had silently slipped through her bonds. "Oh Father..." she moaned. "Thank... goodness you're here. To save me... and hold me... tight."

Father Bill was too lost in a haze of lust to see how she was leaning forward to him, nor was he broken out of his stupor when her soft hand reached across to his. His heart thundered and his breath grew heavy. He was hopelessly entranced and she knew it. 

"You're... not... Sally." he managed to sound out, his brain impelling him onward more for copulation than conversation. Sally smiled kindly.

"It's true. She really is gone. You may remember me more when I spoke more like jeh Sashari, jeh iyet vo terras." Father Bill gulped as she grabbed the back of his head and trapped his mouth against her dewy red lips. He groaned and she moaned; tongues locked and his hands drifted over to the warm, welcoming expanse of her silken bosom.

"None can resist me, Father. Come to bed with me. Become one with sin." The reformed criminal turned holy man dropped his belt and undid the buttons on his jacket. As if drawing him in upon a floating cloud, he slipped in between her sheets and pawed at her shirt. Her feminine treasures would not stay cloaked for long.

He tore her shirt apart from the sides with ease, so strained and weakened was the fabric from her magnificent breasts. She helped him out of his pants and shimmied out of her panties. His jaw dropped as he took in the massive pale twin globes that defied his imagination, glistening with a demonic twinkle, moving down to drink up the vista of feminine perfection that was the luscious curvature of her belly and carved thighs.

"Drink from the breast of a demon... and be free." With the strength of a tiger she snatched his head and pressed it into her right tit, while his free hand groped the other. Being pushed so far into her unimaginably soft flesh, his face seemed to sink within her feminine bounty, until he felt a slight warming up of the surrounding skin. Scalding liquid fire shot into his mouth at once, burning his throat but filling him with a taste unlike any other on the planet.

She moaned and gripped his head harder, and then thrust her flared hips up, aching to have his hard cock within her molten depths. As if drawn by some magnetic pull, his manhood plowed into her folds with unerring aim. Father Bill involuntarily opened his mouth wider around her nipple, taking more of her supple mound into his mouth, in response to the sheer sopping heat of her pussy.

It felt as if he had dipped his member into a hot jacuzzi, but this time wrapped in something far more solid than water. Like her flowing mammary, it had taken a little to get used to, but in moments he had acclimated to her tight, gushing walls and hellfire hot flesh. Her body twisted and undulated like a well oiled machine, perfectly matching his strokes until in one fluid motion she flipped herself on top and smothered him with her other breast.

The thick and soft voluptuous hemispheres of her ass bounced atop his cock like two impossibly defined globes of ivory cream. His free hand rested on her rolling hips in a futile gesture to control her furious pace. She thrashed against his hips with infernal passion, all the while furious snarls mixed with lewd moans, streamed out her curled lips. 

Father Bill could no longer see what was going on, his vision was blotted out by the colossal slopes pressed upon his face. But he could feel. The long and drawn out contractions within her hungering pussy, her smooth, luxuriant thighs sliding against his own, the broiling liquid that never seemed to stop from her engorged tit to the feeling of his hands squeezing and plundering the firm and silken flesh of her jiggling ass cheeks.

He had never felt so good in his life.

Nor had he felt so tainted, even when he had been at his most strung out in the old days... he could sense the change boiling up through his soul. There was a time to be noble, but that time had passed. He was committed now and made peace with that fact by pistoning his cock back up into her pussy with renewed vigor, much to her aroused delight.

He shoved himself further into her giant, soft breasts, delirious with sensory overload as her silken flesh molded over his face. So close to her skin, caught in such warm and supple darkness, he drowned under the scent of her sweetness, smelling as fresh as spring and as carnal as a harem orgy.

As if sensing the strange tingles of change settling into his flesh, Sally pulled her mammoth tits away from his face, resuming their supernaturally pert position high on her chest. The light in the room assailed Father Bill's eyes, while his face ached for the sweet and soft pressure of her bosom against it.

She had her hands on his chest, still rolling her hips but at a slower, sensual pace. "How about it, Father? I can leave you as you are, and let sin fester in your veins... or I can seal it now with pleasure." she moaned at the very idea and pushed her spectacular buxom chest out, her ample melons still sticky and steaming with her unholy elixir.

"I don't give a fuck..." he gasped, out of breath and hazy, utterly entranced by the full, teardrop orbs that bobbed to her grinding.

"I didn't think so." She smiled and ran her fingers along his stomach. "Pleasure it is!" With a passionate contraction of her vaginal muscles, she squeezed around his helpless cock like a velvet vice. Erotic spasms rocked her pussy as she clamped and released his cock, over and over again. 

"Oh fuck... fuck!" shouted Father Bill as his hips thrust up on their own accord while his hands grabbed juicy handfuls of the ripe globes of her ass, pinning her down around his cock out of instinct. She pressed his gasping face into the silken valley of her pillowy breasts.

"Yes! Yes! Come in me, Father!" She howled and her body shuddered with pleasure. She felt his balls slap against her ass. And then came the inevitable pulsing of his cock... the warm explosion within her love canal. Searing ropes of his seed and soul lashed against her pink, squelching inner walls. She hissed and relished his tongue against her erect nipples, his mouth engulfing her supple, lustful flesh as if he wanted to choke on her tits.

"Feel Baal's power, Father..." She loosed an orgasmic sigh as she felt tendrils of darkness descend from within her being and funnel through her pussy, entering the former holy man. Her long nails sailed through his clipped hair, keeping his desperate lips sealed to her nipple, his head buried in the voluptuous slopes of her bosom. With a slight pulse within her breast she arched her back and moaned to the heavens as more of her vile black ambrosia spewed into her victim's mouth.

"Mmm... mmfh..." grunted the Father as his body continued to twitch helplessly within her curvaceous embrace, as one essence left him and another took up residence in his mortal shell. To his amazement and pleasure he kept coming. Power thrummed through his body. Infernal power.

His stomach continued its tensing motions through his never ending orgasm. He thought his brain would split with ecstasy. His whole body convulsed and had he not be secured to Sally, he knew his bones would have ripped out of his skin. His fingers sunk into the round and firm cheeks of her flexing backside. And his cock jabbed forward in a futile quest to plunge deeper into his mate, even as she kept up her merciless milking of his shaft. Being stuck between her colossal breasts had became the most divine torture.

"MMMMFF!" He groaned into the swells of her cleavage, her pliable satin flesh almost too much to bear, her scalding drink too addicting to deny. And then in one final pulse from his cock he screamed in bliss, shaking hard enough to snap his own spine.

At last... he was without soul.

Sally let his delirious face fall from her pouting and leaking globes, the Father's eyes having long rolled back into his head. "There, there Father. Relax... and feel my gift. The gift of Baal." The Father's chest heaved and his cock twitched within her silken grasp, eliciting a excited yelp from the demon possessed girl.

His limp arms rose from the sheets as if manipulated on marionette strings... and then grasped her heavy, plush tits like the treasures they were. Sally moaned and scratched down his rapidly changing chest. Undefined pectorals refined themselves into statuesque prominence, abs rose out of his stomach like a newly developed mountain range and his arms expanded into hard ropes of muscle.

"Yessss..." hissed the demon girl as the Father's hands swept down from her perfect chest and onto her lithe belly before affixing themselves to her plump ass cheeks once more. The man suffered one more convulsion and a tiny amount of spittle leaked from the corner of his mouth. Sally peered over him eagerly, within kissing distance of his lips.

When his eyes snapped open, they were no longer his own. Irises swirled with a torrid ruby cast and glinted with pure evil. At once he plundered her lips and groaned like he was devouring fresh fruit, much to Sally's delighted whines.

Father Bill was no more.

***

Tara tossed and turned in her sleep. Ever since she prayed for salvation and held her cross close a night ago, she had developed a fever that had grown worse and worse over the ensuing hours. Sweat draped her skin as she lay atop her sheets while delirious moans of pleasure sounded out from her soft lips.

In her waking hours she had trudged around in a pleasurable, dull haze, bumping into walls and tables and lost between realms of rosy dreams of insidious lust and the cold reality of her home. With her mother tending to her sister, she had felt so alone. So isolated.




The Sexorcist



When at last she turned to sleep, her isolation had made her a ripe, defenseless morsel. How easily she had let the invisible intruder deep into her soul. With but a sigh of the lips, a release of her cross and a spread of the legs, she symbolically surrendered to what had already been waiting inside her, robbing her of her senses and direction, poisoning her with thoughts of blissful resignation.

In her dreams she fell through tunnels of astral darkness, always falling, always faster. The deeper she fell the more pleasure she felt. Tingles raced up her legs and into her loins, setting off a chain of orgasms that conquered the young woman.

Her face scrunched and her back arched, her nails clawing into the sheets as her body convulsed with each release. Her ass bounced off the bed while she hyperventilated in ecstasy, feeling the tendrils of her sister's demon dive into her innocent heart and corrupt her utterly.

In her dream she watched an angel with the face of Father Bill fall into a pit of black tar, screaming not in pain to get out but in desperation to drown in its satiny smooth embrace. She came at the image of the holy man's fall and yet another of her spiritual defenses was shattered, leaving her soul a flickering and defenseless ember before the dark carnal abyss.

But still the evil waited, leaving her good spirit innocent, but with the gnawing carnal hungers that would doom it all the same.

"Take me," she whispered to the entity, "finish it and make me like my sister... I can't... can't take it anymore..." At once the darkness that had insinuated itself in her flesh sprung to life. She cried out, saliva frothed from her lips and her nubile body became paralyzed in dark rapture.

An ethereal weight pressed down on her, kissing her lips, blowing on her skin, its sharp hands clawing into her soft ass. She had never felt so helpless and so aroused. 

Still, she surrendered before its hot, sensuous touch and let it rework her mind, body and soul to its desires. The erotic assault flared throughout her nerves, searing into her pleasure centers with such power as to compel her to rip away her flimsy shirt and expose the blossoming orbs of her luscious breasts. 

Her lungs filled with air and her soft breasts heaved to her spiritual desecration, her spurting pussy and wails of joy the wet and musical accompaniments to her surrender and downfall. Little by little, the dimmest motes of foul red light began to twinkle in her eyes, while inside the real Tara was destroyed, subsumed by the wanton creature that took her place.

The messages she received were simple and the more she heard its musical voice, the more she accepted her enslavement, the ethereal chains of which had been grafted onto her soul. There were no thoughts of rebellion left in her sweet little head.

Only of her mother... and what she must do. As Father Bill fell into damnation across the hallway, a sickly sweet smile dawned upon Tara's peaceful face.

*** 

Louisa awoke with a start and looked over to her clock, flashing its numerals in a diffused digital green. It was midnight! She could have sworn she had set the thing to go off only after a half hour. But now the night sky was as black as it had ever been and the house... was eerily silent.

It was not the silence born of absence of people but the silence of waiting. A predatory stillness had fallen over the house like a lion stalking its prey beneath tall blades of grass. The malevolent peace was shattered when her bedroom door was shattered and in walked three silhouettes.

"Hope you had a nice nap, bitch!" bellowed what could have only been Father Bill, or what used to be him. "You're gonna have to be well rested for what I'm gonna do to you!" He stalked forward in a torn apart clerical uniform and his eyes burned with the fiery reds of Hell. The veins along his rippling arms glowed with a similar infernal undercurrent.

Louisa screamed and scrambled back on her hands across her bed, futilely backing up against the oaken headboard. Sally's statuesque and busty silhouette hung on Father Bill's right arm while Tara... precious Tara had been turned too! She writhed along the changed holy man's left side, grinding her dripping pussy against his leg and pressing her huge and succulent mammaries into his side.

"Oh oh no! No!" screamed Louisa as they stepped even closer. "Lord help me! Help my children! My babies!" Before she could do anymore than wail, her daughters leapt forward, with Tara pinning her legs to bed and Sally her arms.

"We're not your children anymore!" hissed Tara. Her glowing eyes taunted her mother as much as the hanging globes of her chest, voluptuous reminders that the old Tara was no more. 

"We serve Baal now..." gloated Sally as she tied up her mother's wrist's to the headboard with the scraps of cloth from her shredded shirt. Her sex drenched scent, heightened with demonic pheromones, made Louisa's cheeks flush red, while her generous bosom followed suit, her skin tingling and her loins burning with indecent need.

"And Baal, serves the Fallen One." said Father Bill. Louisa yelped to the sensation of Tara pulling down her pants, revealing her dark panties.

Sally laughed at her mother's muffled pleas as she deliberately smacked the sides of her face with her soft and massive tits. "But don't worry, because Bill is gonna give you a real surprise..." She looked over her shoulder to Father Bill and sported a devilish grin.

Father Bill leapt up to the bed while the sisters made way. The demon possessed holy man pointed a long shadowy finger at Louisa's trembling belly like some ancient being passing judgment on a mortal. "The Anti-Christ needs a home, woman... and what he wants, he gets!"

"Oh god no! Lord save me now! Please!" sobbed Louisa as her daughters tore away her clothes.

Sally whispered in her ear as she fondled her mother's breasts. "We are saving you... saving you from ever having to grow old and tired, from having to die... innocent. You will feel it all!"

Father Bill's eyes flared red as he ripped his pants down. His cock swung about, hard and eager to sink within the mother's folds and plant the world's end deep into her belly. He lunged down and sniffed her neck, kissing her soft skin and savoring her fear.

Despite her age, Bill could taste her readiness in the air, the primal heat that wafted off her body, anticipating his unholy seed. Louisa moaned in helpless arousal, the mere presence of her daughter's having stoked an unnatural lust between her loins. "God drive these demons from my babies..." she whimpered.

Bill laughed and grabbed her round and freckled breasts, squeezing her milky flesh as he slammed his cock deep into her pussy. The mother's protests were silenced when Sally trapped her mouth under her lips. The daughter tongued deep into her mother's mouth, steady and insistent despite Bill rocking the bed with his manic thrusts. Louisa twitched and whined underneath the pleasurable assault, fighting against her daughter's lips and iron grip futilely.

Her struggling body only pushed him on, deeper inside her velvet grasp. Every buck, every squirm and jerk only served to move her closer to her ultimate fate. "Keep on fighting, bitch! It makes your fall all the sweeter!" He thrust deep enough until their hips met and then pounded her slit like a drum. His mouth salivated, watching soft, pendulous breasts swim and careen on her chest.

Tara's eyes watched Bill's demonic manhood rail in and out of her mother with malicious interest. She imagined the pure evil boiling up behind his rigid shaft, seething to burst free and inject itself into such a righteous woman, despoiling her womb and soul.

Bill's hands, coarse and glowing red in the veins, squeezed Louisa's pale breasts together, relishing their softness as her nipples rose to pink little points. Her gasps and moans sung to Bill's corrupt soul and swelled the head of his cock even more with purpose and desire. The mother of two felt herself slipping, being strung along in chains of ecstasy to an unholy climax that threatened to darken her very soul.

Tara heard her mother's desperate protests, in between moans and whimpers of pleasurable betrayal as her body gave itself to the demon. "It's over mom. He's going to fill you up, right under your blessed roof. You will belong to him, mind, body and soul by the end. And you'll love him all the more for it!" she hissed and stroked the side of mother's quivering arm, still overcome with Sally's kisses and Bill's merciless pounding.

Louisa moaned to her daughter's words and her pussy quivered and clamped to the instinctual fear of the infernal life being forced inside her... and the loss of her free will. It was both arousing and horrifying, and the more she denied it aroused her, the more insistent the desire became.

Bill shuddered to the silken contractions of her lustful pussy. He snarled and wrapped his lips around one of her generous mounds. He sucked her nipple as his cock stiffened inside her and unleashed his demonic seed deep into her ripe womb. 

Louisa moaned freely when Sally pulled away. The daughters watched their mother convulse and thrash in bliss as pure evil stormed her body, seeping deep inside her like roots in the earth. A chain of climaxes ripped through the woman, each spray of Bill's tainted essence driving her to ever higher heights of carnal bliss.

Bill grinned as he sensed the woman's purity wither and crumble as her beauty was raised. Her ear length auburn locks flowed with sparkling radiance down to her ripe belly, which in turn gurgled and howled demonically to the dark seed insinuating itself within her defenseless body. The corrupted holy man felt the woman's heavy tits expand and flow into luscious and huge teardrops, untouched by time and full of vitality.

Each explosive pulse of his cock sent her screaming into ecstasy. A hellish light saturated the room, while windows and lights trembled. Through Louisa's blissful sobs her humanity melted, her moans adopting a deeper and more sinister pitch as the Anti-Christ took root within her undulating belly. Her huge creamy breasts jiggled to her orgasmic surrender until her whole body went rigid under the incredible pleasure and her eyes flared into burning red orbs.

A series of haunted and ghostly gasps tumbled from her pouting lips as a glowing pentagram rose from underneath her belly while another illuminated between her heavy globes and a final one in the middle of her forehead. "Like she said... mind, body and soul. This vessel is yours, master." said Bill.

Louisa lolled her head from side to side while a manic grin split her face. "Yessss..." she hissed and rose from the bed, her daughters cooing and fondling her hefty bosom in between their lewd hands. "The servants of Baal are just competent as their master. Such a righteous life this one had... the perfect vessel for my arrival." She licked her lips and her hands went down to her belly, hot with evil life. The demon possessed mother then looked to Bill. "Do you know what happens next, holy man?"

Father Bill received her into his arms as she left her daughters. His hands scooted down to her round bottom, squeezing the soft flesh of her ivory buttocks. "Yes." he said in between her lascivious kisses, relishing the feel of her ample tits swelling against his chest. 

"The motherfuckin' Apocalypse."



The Sexorcist: Beginnings



NOTE: All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.

*****

Billy scanned through the poorly sorted book titles, letting his finger drag along the spines as he whistled to himself. "Hmmm... Silvio's Ultimate Kitchen Cookbook... Familiar As An Apple, Strange As An Orange... Textiles During The Third Reich..." He stopped and his eyes widened upon seeing the last book. Libro Demoni et Tenebrae. "Oh sick!" His face widened with delight. "Fucking awesome demons and shit!"

Boyish delight overpowered his famous propriety, his mouth spewing the words not of a Boy Scout but of a churlish sailor as his hand swept over the engraved cover. "Holy shit... holy shit! What are the chances!?" The improbably explicit cover showed a horned red demon with a battle axe atop a pile of headless angels, a busty succubus lover clinging to his side, all wrought in aged leather.

He took the book down and flipped it open. His electric, cheerful smile remained undiminished as the browned pages flipped by at tremendous speed. He could see the scribbled arcane texts, moving and alive as the pages turned and felt the gusts of wind whip across his face. The more he looked into the letters and horrific engravings, the greater excitement he felt.

"Whoooaaaa..."

He knew something wasn't right when he saw the lights in the library dim. Or perhaps those were his own eyes failing. Whatever the case, it wasn't long before a deep, baritone voice broke into his thoughts, sounding like volcanic rock grinding against cracked glass. "YOUR SOUL IS MINE, MORTAL!"

Billy hadn't quite fathomed he was doomed yet, but ensured his fate all the same when sheer fear overpowered his amazement. "Ah shit..." The demon saw the momentary lapse of courage in his soul, and took advantage of his more open state, rushing in like a flood of evil and tearing out any sense of goodness the young man might have had.

Baal ripped open his spirit like a tuna can, and quickly asserted his dominance over his new shell. Muscles rippled into statuesque proportions, his jawline widened and his clean cut hair style grew out wildly, draping his shoulders like some barbaric warlord of ages past. He made grunting sounds and ripped books off the shelves as if he were having a dire bout of steroidal rage.

"Billy Summers I can not believe what you are...!" Ms. Bell, the librarian, felt her voice stop in her throat and her heart pound in her chest upon seeing the statuesque specimen the Clearview College's Reading and Chess Champion had become. This new Herald of The End spun around sharply, looking at her with flaming red eyes.

His fists clenched and drool hung from his lips. His new mind quickly assessed the librarian. She was young, very young, with black hair in a bun and shapely legs hidden behind a long dress. The very epitome of constrained femininity, which offended his explicit sensibilities to the core.

He huffed like a stallion in heat and pointed an accusatory finger at her. "Shut your whore mouth, bitch!" he rasped, and then pounced on her. He took her to the ground instantly and straddled her. "Your soul is mine... and your tits!" Ms. Bell had always been self-conscious about her small chest, and didn't know to be flattered or frightened that the beast Billy had become actually wanted what she had.

Billy growled with satisfaction as he felt hot, demonic power surge up from his loins and down his arms. Infernal sorcery exploded from his palms and rushed into her chest. She spasmed to his initial touch, and loosed a moan mixed with surprise and delight both. The librarian didn't know what had come over Billy, but the sensation he willed into her flesh was so strange... yet so good.

Her body stiffened to the ecstasy, her back arching up straight into his hands. Her lips opened and closed to quiet gasps while blasts of mind melting stimulation streamed from her breasts. Those tits grew more ample and ripe with every breath, their growth propelled by Billy's vile demonic magic. She saw Billy grin, his fingers widening across her jiggling titflesh. Dark and foul whispers hissed by her ear and then she knew... this was no blessing, this was something else.

"Ohhhh... nooooo..." she moaned, trying to pray to God, but her tongue was too numb, her mind too addled. She tried to roll away from him, away from the vileness that felt so good, but only succeeded in flopping on the floor. All the while the whispers grew louder, her chest more buxom.

"Yessss!" hissed the possessed student, relishing her weak defiance and the feeling of her breasts swelling underneath his fingers. His otherworldly sight allowed him to peer past her flesh and bone, and he laughed maniacally, seeing her innocent soul crumble before his vile taint. 

The more her breasts expanded, the darker her soul became, glowing with black fire, her hips bucking helplessly. 

One weak moan after another escaped her lips. Her shaking body made her ecstatic gasps tremble in turn. Mountains of jiggling breastflesh rose to eminence, great big mounds that lay concealed by her drab, gray blouse. She squeezed her thighs together, and felt the tell tale sensation of her arousal running down her legs, having long rushed past her soaked panties. Before she knew it, she found herself forcing his hands deeper into the delectable softness of her jutting rack. She needed more of him, more of his delicious corruption rushing through her chest and into the depths of her soul.

He grinned like a wolf, hearing her blouse strain and stretch. Her white undershirt began to rip underneath the blossoming weight of her flowing bosom. It had never been designed to be so full! His eyes were centered on the bountiful swell of lily white cleavage that had formed beneath her neck, focused on the deep crevasse that laid between her spectacular melons.

The more rational and less joyously sadistic part of his mind, an admittedly small part now, knew that to ruin her clothes would attract unwanted attention once she left the library. He re-focused his anguish of not being able to rip off her top and suck her overripe tits and instead centered on her ass, gripping her bottom while stuffing his face into her juicy cleavage.

"YES!" she screamed, curling her toes upon feeling Billy's demonic power flow into her buttocks. Her glutes twitched and spasmed before expanding rapidly, until Billy's palms were filled up by the expanding flesh of her moon-like cheeks. His fingers sunk into her round yet firm, meaty globes like claws, the perfect cushions for bouncing on his turgid demon cock.

Billy noticed her veins blacken, rich with demonic red light, like thin black snakes writhing underneath her creamy skin, racing down her hands and tracing around the wobbling mounds of her overflowing cleavage. His red eyes roved up to her face, and he smiled. The demonic energy that had expanded and toned her ass in moments had traveled up her spine like some twisted Kundalini serpent and pierced into her vulnerable mind, polluting her soul with unspeakable carnal temptations.

Her body seized up and her eyes rolled back into her head. Billy watched as she made incoherent grunting sounds, intermixed with moans and spasmodic gasps. He grinned, watching her hair burst out of its bun and grow down her shoulders in long, silky black locks. The demon put his hand on her twitching groin. He noted with satisfaction the soggy wetness that was beginning to soil her whole dress as her body came repeatedly, over and over to her excited sobs of joy.

What Billy's hands had started, the dark essence in her spine had finished. The librarian was past knowing evil was in her now, just as she was past trying to fight it. She let the rest of her spiritual desecration continue with nothing but an orgasmic sigh to signal her surrender. The last bit of morality in her hung like a quivering candle flame before dark winds. In a breath of pleasure it was blown out, never to be lit again. 

The librarian fell silent. Billy leaned over and kissed her gorgeous lips. He did not notice the longer he stayed attached, the more red drained from them only to be replaced with ever deepening shades of black. Exactly when he pulled away, she awoke. She let out an aroused sigh of delight as her eyes slowly opened. They were no longer brown, but the color of many hells gone supernova at once. Bright reds wrestled with bruised violets within her irises, creating a swirling abyss of temptation and damnation.

"Thank you, master..." 

Billy stood up and nodded, brushing himself off out of habit. His need to tackle and fuck something had become near intolerable, and with students still in the front of the library, there was no clear salve to his carnal stings. And then it came to him.

He looked down on her with his intense and commanding eyes. "Your first task slave, is to drive this entire school into sin." He pulled her up and kissed her once more upon her pouting, black lips while sparing a few gropes on her round ass. "My lord will need an army. Do not make me regret choosing you first!"

The formerly virtuous and kindly librarian stroked his cock through his pants before curtsying like a coy slut, bending low to allow him ample view of her deep and vast cleavage, her milky white slopes begging to be let free from their weak confines. "My lord, you will soon find that assaulting me was the best thing you ever did."

Baal chuckled and admired her spirit. While she was wrong, the best thing he ever did was rip an angel's wings off during the War in Heaven and then use his spine as an improvised spear, he was a kind overseer and knew how to motivate his slaves.

"I know you will not disappoint me, my pet..." he extended a hand and caressed the jutting expanse of her new breasts, "but first... how many are left in the library?"

"Oh..." she purred. "Brad and Becky were about to check out."

Billy's face beamed with a malicious grin. "Not anymore. Lock the doors."

***

Brad leaned on the library counter, scanning the empty rows as his cheerleader girlfriend lugged her books onto the checkout area. "Why even bother with this shit? Just get that Billy kid to do it."

Becky sighed. "God! Like I told you! Like, I wanna be something when I get out of here, so like, I'm gonna learn and stuff. And I need books for the assignments, helloooo!"

The captain of Clearview's football team snorted. "Whatever. Woaaah..." He straightened up when he saw Ms. Bell emerge from the library rows. Her new and enormous tits bounced to her step; her nipples as aroused as the athlete's attention. "When did that lady get so hot... holy shit."

Becky sighed but did not look behind. "Oh my god, you're such a pig... like really-" she was cut off in a brief squeal of fright.

Brad turned. A giant of a man trapped his girlfriend's mouth with one hand and groped her breasts with the other. "No... fucking... way. Billy!?" The man grunted. Brad's hands grew sweaty with fear when he saw the man's red eyes burn under the shadow of his overgrown hair. "I don't know what the fuck you're on but YOU ARE SO DEAD-"

Ms. Bell took him to the ground, wrapping her lush thighs around his waist while suffocating him between the giant, quivering slopes of her cleavage.

Billy chuckled, a deep demonic rumble. "I am Baal, fool. Destroyer of Light, Prince of the Third Circle. Herald of... Him." Brad's muffled groans and Ms. Bell's giggles of delight filled the air. "And I take your woman as vessel for my hellspawn."

Becky squirmed and whimpered madly at the last bit. Billy smiled and raised his hand up her short skirt, fondling the rise of her round and tan lined buttocks. Her black thong demarcated the halves of her plump cheeks perfectly, moving her demon possessed violator to smack and knead them.

She cried out, her desperate eyes searching for her boyfriend while her ripe ass jiggled to the demon's molestations. She whimpered when she saw the busty librarian astride Brad, her long legs splayed and her luscious bottom popping out of her dress, the supple lips of a seductress upon his own.

"Be thankful, whore. Were the librarian not here to take his soul, I would have taken his heart." Becky gasped when she felt the infernal heat waft off Baal's cock, rising up between her anxious legs. "You will take my seed, mortal. You are not pure enough for my master, but it matters not to me!" His thick manhood nudged against her lower lips, seething with demonic arousal, while strong hands moved under her shirt to her heaving tits.

He flopped her on the counter, pressing her soft breasts against its surface and then spread her legs. He snapped her thong and ripped down, exposing her ripe and pink lips, ready for carnal invasion even if she was not.

Baal spared a look at the madness on the floor. Ms. Bell had her shirt unbuttoned down the middle, holding Brad to her gigantic melons as he engulfed one with his mouth. Her back was arched and her face serene all the while her lush hips rolled, her juicy buttocks jiggling as they pumped up and off the athlete's cock.

"Mmmm... fuck me Brad... fuck me!" snarled the librarian, her lips twisted in pleasure.

The demon turned back to Becky and grinned. He guided his turgid and thick weapon in, pulsing with unholy energy. Becky yelped and squirmed as the thing broached her folds, the supple globes of her ass flexing to Baal's girthy surprise.

His engorged shaft slid in, wetted with her arousal and greeted by the first spasms of her love canal. Baal chuckled and pushed deeper while her moist nether lips grabbed at his demonic tool, lusting for the power within.

Becky's breath turned to sharp inhales as she felt the inevitable progress of his manhood deepen inside her. Her back arched and her lips curled in surprise joy from the strange tingling sensation that radiated from the possessed man's cock. 

From the corner of her eye she caught Brad's hands upon the librarian's mammoth breasts, his fingers sunk deep into their lush circumference. Below those soft, heaving orbs she saw the woman's tight belly and wide hips thrust forward, back and forth, over her boyfriend's cock, impaling herself and riding him like a horse.

The terror of her situation broke through for just a moment, to see such an unnatural woman take her man like a crazed beast. The voluptuous librarian's moans were husky, her pace demanding. Becky saw her face, so normal before, so below notice... now twisted in lust and greed, her eyes like dark hollows holding the fires of all that was sinful and perverse.

Her moment of clarity fell back under the veil of fear and longing as Baal plunged into her once more. She felt his hands squeeze and fondle her ripe ass cheeks, jiggling with each merciless thrust. Her body screamed in pain and pleasure, her tight passage unused to such a girth.

He viciously rutted her delectable body, sending pens and books tumbling off the counter. With each thrust Becky cried out, her voice hoarse, her ecstasy high. Her inner walls rippled with involuntary contractions, in turn making Baal grunt in pleasure.

She writhed underneath him, her more animal instincts moving her to bounce the soft swells of her backside against her ravisher. Her moans came softly, feeling the demon possessed man's sac come against her with each thrust, teeming with power and unholy life.

Beads of sweat trickled down her neck, into her jiggling cleavage. The trembling mounds of her breasts, like her cheeks, were flushed red. Their violent coupling had reduced her to a numbed state, her eyes glassy, her spirit ripe for corruption. Her pussy gripped his member desperately, unwilling to part with his thick flesh and surging power.

She looked to her boyfriend once more. His hips were caught in a state of rhythmic jerking, unloading himself deep inside the busty Ms. Bell. As he pumped his seed inside the demon possessed librarian, squeezing her heavy and soft tits together as hard as he could, Becky saw strange lines of black crawl and writhe over her boyfriend's arms.

The stuff made Brad jitter and spasm, clutching Ms. Bell's giant ivory breasts even harder. Steam rose off his skin and vile demonic noises erupted from his mouth.

Only then did the cheerleader appreciate what her violator intended to do with her. But by then it was too late... too late for anything. Her fate was long sealed by the time Baal shouted "At last!"

Becky seized up. Her toned legs locked and her nails dug into the counter as Baal bellowed his triumph. "Noooo..." she moaned, feeling his sac draw up and his rod stiffen within her love canal. The demon's claws squeezed her bouncy tits to her chest, holding them tight as his manhood planted the essence of evil in her womb.

Semen, glowing with strange and demonic red light, sprayed deep into Becky. The young cheerleader's jaw dropped and screamed in soundless pleasure while her eyes rolled back into her head. Her body twitched to each savage pulse of the demon's load. Drool ran from her lips while her pussy churned with the foam of a dozen orgasms and primal arousal.

Baal groped her soft breasts with each blast inside her, growling as hot, thick ropes of crimson light traveled up into her undulating belly. Her taut stomach sucked in and out to her frenzied rapture, all the while ruby brilliance shined out from underneath her skin, her womb helpless against such powerful corruption.

The deep and shadowy whispers of evil life sounded out from her soft belly, before extending its dark power to the rest of its host. "Ohhh... god..." she mewled as the demon's immense power reforged her being. Her pussy and upper inner thighs steamed with infernal heat while her breasts tingled with new sensation. At once her womanhood exploded with a leg shaking orgasm.

"He can't help you now." said Baal, raking his hands down her lithe back before gripping her soft hips, keeping her from hitting the ground.

Becky tried to say more but it all came out in a pleasure laden gurgle. She felt a dark and pleasurable heat climb up her spine before reaching the back of her head in a blast of unholy rapture. She hyperventilated, her gasps deep and lusty. The vile light that twisted her womb soon clouded her irises, alight as if full of crimson lightning.

She writhed manically beneath his cock, growling and moaning like an animal as the demon's essence consumed any last shred of good within her. She bit her lips and forced her voluptuous ass cheeks back, squeezing softly against his hips as she tried to take more of his vile seed deep inside her.

Her gasps were deep and inhuman, echoing to Baal's lustful gropes of her swelling breasts. Great mounds of feminine flesh surged against his palms, quivering just as much as her strained, semen soaked thighs. "Feel my tits!" she moaned, grabbing the demon's own hands and forcing them against her soft peaks, pinching her nipples.

Baal gave her luscious globes one final squeeze before sliding his cock out and dropping her to the floor. She writhed and moaned on the carpet, the fabrics in her red and white cheer top stretching to her expanding bosom. Steam rose from her swollen and well-used slit while the faintest motes of infernal light strobed gently beneath her belly, a soft portent of the great evil that now grew within.

The demon host stepped over her and walked to the much satiated Ms. Bell. The possessed librarian was already buttoning up her shirt, her round and creamy tits going back behind her cotton confines to much jiggling protest. Baal noted slight pearlescent strands of Brad's load still streaming down the woman's thighs. The athlete himself was pale and spent, his eyes closed and peaceful, his smirk subtle and strange.

"We are done here." said Baal. "But not with this world. Once the fool and the slut have recovered we will expand to purer pastures." He spared a glance at the wanton cheerleader, grabbing her heavy breasts through her shirt. "My master needs a home."




The Sexorcist: Beginnings



"Who is your master, my lord?" said Ms. Bell, her lusts stoked while her eyes took in the primal form of Baal.

Baal's eyes beamed with ruby fire light. "That comes later."

***

Baal emerged from the library with the two other students and Ms. Bell, all forever changed with spirits dedicated to debauchery. Though it was not the massive orgy he wanted, it was enough to stifle his raging lusts, if only for a moment.

He scattered his new followers to do what they did best while he wandered the campus as a student, watching the nubile coeds like gazelle on the savannah. Already he felt twitchy as he tried to focus on his purpose. He needed innocence, one untouched by the spiritual depredations of modern excess.

When he set his eyes on Sally, popping coins into a machine for a soft drink, he knew she would be next. He walked behind her and 'accidentally' brushed her arm. He shivered to the glimpse her mortal soul afforded him. She was not the one he needed... but she was the key to the one he needed.

The convenience of a soda machine would cost her more than she could possibly know.

Baal felt his cock harden at the thought of corrupting precious little Sally. She was a classical American blonde, her shoulder length hair looking like brilliant beaten gold, even under fluorescent lights. Hair was hair however, and what stirred Billy's lusts further, as it did every other man, was her round, upturned breasts. 

Her pink t-shirt clung to her like a second skin, outlining the sensuous shape of her figure. Her innate sweetness made ogling her assets all the more intolerable, and no matter how conservatively she dressed, a mouth watering swell of cleavage always formed a visual treat for those who dared to look.

He knew he could make her bosom bigger, like he did the librarian. His fingers tingled at the thought of inflating her mounds past a handful, into luscious mounds of femininity. His mouth salivated over how he imagined her luscious flesh would feel, deep and yielding against his hands as he poured corruption into her heart.

Alas, Baal was still in society, one that still took a dim view on surprise sex against vending machines. He grumbled in frustration and his demonic mind went into overdrive on how best to corrupt her virtue and stain her purity. Then it came to him. 

College break. 

He plunged into the memories of Billy's mind and saw all the times he saw her leaving her dorm.

At once he set off, adopting a brisk walk and clenching his fist as heat formed in his palm. Old and treacherous spirits torn from Hell's lower realms floated into his mind, servants for an insidious purpose. A dark smile formed on his rugged face while the thing in his palm solidified. 

Sally was going to have a parting gift for the ages...



The Sexorcist



It's suppose morning outside. It shouldn't be dark at all.

Courtney's heartbeat accelerates as the door shut behind her.

I have to get out of here before...before...

Suddenly, a violent wind engulfs Courtney like an explosion. She feels her own clothes tear themselves into small pieces and blow away, leaving her naked.

Not again! Not again!

Courtney is then roughly grabbed by her shoulders by the strong hands of the priest. Her terror intensifies as she looks at the man holding her against her will. Somehow she knows it's not a man but something...inhuman.

No! Please don't! I don't want to do this! Please let me go!

Courtney sees the face of her captor distort and stretch. As if changing to show his true form, which Courtney dreads with absolute horror.

No! I don't want to look! Don't make me look!

"YOU ARE MINE, COURTNEY!NOW AND FOREVER!"

*****

Loosely wearing her silk robe, Yen bursts in Courtney's bedroom to the direction of the blood curdling screams from the bed. Turning on the bedside lamp, she sees Courtney, wearing only her own sweat, sitting up on her bed hysterically screaming incoherently. Yen leaps on the bed forcibly sit on Courtney's lap in an effort to restraining her legs. She takes hold of Courtney's head and guides her to face Yen. Instinctively Courtney grabs Yen's shoulders.

"Courtney, you're okay!" Yen raises her voice. "You had another nightmare but it's over now."

Courtney returns to her senses and begins to calm down. As Courtney catches her breath, she lays her head on Yen's bosom. Because Yen was in a rush, she didn't have time to tie her robe, leaving her front side exposed. 

"You're fine, now." Says Yen, stroking Courtney's sweaty blond hair. "Just breath."

"I was there again." Courtney gasps. "I was there...and I couldn't get out."

"There're getting worse, aren't they?" ask Yen. "The nightmares."

"Yes." Answers Courtney. "Every time, I know it's a nightmare, I know what well happen, but I just can't get away, I can't wake up."

"Shhhhh. It's over now." Yen says, guiding Courtney's head to face her. Yen sees the need for comfort in Courtney's eyes. Yen softly move her hand to Courtney's face and glides her index finger over the pouty lips. Yen sees the lips slightly part and the eyes close. Yen moves her lips to Courtney's, giving a brief kiss.

Yen slowly pulls back and watches Courtney for a few seconds, waiting a reaction. Yen presses her lips against Courtney's again, this time a few seconds longer. Still holding Yen's arms, Courtney pulls her closer. Their lips connect again as the next kiss is more passionate and intense.

Courtney lowers her mouth to Yen's neck and begins kissing her skin while Yen fills her nostrils with the aroma of Courtney's sweat. The silk robe is slowly pulled off from Yen's body by Courtney's hands. Naked as Courtney, Yen is pulled down with her as Courtney lies back on the sweat-stained bed.

Their lips and tongues join in a sensual dance as their hands explores each other's skin, their breasts caressing each other, their wet pussies rubbing together. In need to further her pleasure, Courtney forcibly rolls herself on Yen and continues with the physical loving of Yen. Less than a minute after that, Yen moves her hand between their sweaty bodies and finds Courtney's sex. Courtney groans with delight as she feels two fingers push themselves in her immediately finds her g-shot. As Courtney bucks her hips on Yen's probing fingers as if it's a penis, she hurryingly takes her hand between Yen's thighs and plunges her eager digits in Yen's pussy. Yen gives a brief sigh of joy as she feels her blond lover's penetrating fingers dancing her vulva and her clit being roughly caressed by the thumb. 

Even though she hasn't climaxed yet, Yen is overjoyed to be copulating with Courtney. Yen has always cherished the sex she has had with Courtney, each time more wonderful than the last. Yen recalls how occasionally an exorcism would leave Courtney in need of some comfort. Or gratification. It sometime frustrates Courtney that she never had an orgasm when she performs her exorcisms while the people she exorcises do. Yen could usually oblige Courtney with the sponge job like she did in the bathtub or would give Courtney a blowjob before going to the bed, after which, Courtney would dismiss her and sent her to her room. But on rare occasions, Courtney would need passionate, body-on-body sex for an entire night. 

Yen's mind returns to her present satiation as she feels her fluids slowly tickling from her sex, she feels her orgasm in nearing. To quicken Courtney's orgasm so they can climax together, Yen accelerates her finger-fucking motions. 

"AAAAAAAGGGHH!" yells Courtney. "That's it, Yen! Like that! Don't Stop!"

Yen feels her orgasm coming closer. No, not yet. Yen mentally commands her body. Not until she comes. Yen looks to blond beautiful face above her, covered in sweat with her eyes closed to fully feel the physical joys Yen gives to her willingly.

Not yet. Not yet.

Feeling her restraint slipping, Yen moves her free hand to cup one of Courtney's fully rounded breasts and with her index finger and thumb gently pinches the nipple. Immediately, Courtney shrieks with utter intense pleasure as Yen feels Courtney's hips spasm and her sex juices flow. Courtney is having her orgasm.

Now.

Yen releases her mental hold, surrendering to her orgasm. She moans with delight, but not as loudly as Courtney. 

As the bliss of the orgasm runs its course, Courtney softly collapses on Yen, resting her head on Yen's shoulder as the two women catch their breaths. 

Less than a minute later, Yen embraces Courtney and kisses her forehead. Courtney then rises up, takes Yen by her legs and pulls her to the middle of the bed. On her knees, Courtney moves to Yen to position herself kneeling over Yen's face. Without waiting for an order, Yen hooks her arms around Courtney's thighs and puts her eager mouth to Courtney's glistening pussy. As Yen licks and sucks the pink claim, Courtney immediately moans to her delight. She tenderly cups her tits and caresses her erect nipples, looking down at the young Korean face under her pussy.

The cunnilingus stops briefly when Courtney does a 180 and then resumes. Viewing Yen reclined body, Courtney reaches for the delta of trimmed raven black hair and mildly strokes it, then slowly inserts two fingers in the fleshy flower. Courtney lowers her head to Yen's sex and begins to fondle the clit with her tongue while rubbing her g-spot with her fingers. 

The two copulating women maintain their 69 position for a few minutes until Courtney feels herself nearing her peak. Courtney quickly pulls her pussy from Yen's mouth and sits herself near Yen. Facing Yen, Courtney pulls her closer until their wet vaginas collide and begin to grind against each other. Both Courtney and Yen lean back as their mounting pleasures guides their hips to writhe and thrash.

"Are you gonna come?" Courtney yells.

"Yes." Wails Yen. "I'm about to..."

The climax takes hold of the senses of Courtney and Yen and then both fall flat on the bed.

As Courtney's senses returns, she feels her need for comfort from her nightmare satisfied but now she feels another need. A need far from satisfied as the fire between her thighs has yet to be extinguished. 

Courtney crawls over the resting Yen. Yen opens her eyes and sees her blond lover above her.

"I want more." Courtney commands.

*****

The morning daylight lights wakes up Yen. Groggy at first, the smell of sex from the bed sheets reminds Yen of the wild night of sex she had, causing her to smile. Fully awake with her eyes open, Yen sees Courtney still naked sitting at the edge of the bed near the nightstand, smoking a cigarette.

Crawling to Courtney, Yen knells behind her. She pulls the blond hair aside and kisses Courtney's neck.

"Good morning." Says Yen. Yen waits a few seconds for a reply, but doesn't get one. "Last night was just incredible."

"Yeah, it was." Courtney finally comments, letting out a breath of smoke.

"Put that out and come back to bed." Suggests Yen as she kisses her neck again.

Courtney rapidly stands from her bed and face Yen

"Get this straight, Yen." Straightforwardly states Courtney. "You're not my lover or my girlfriend, you're my assistant." 

"But last night... we were making love..."

"We were fucking last night. No love. Just sex. You should know by now when I have my nightmares, I'm scared and venerable."

"I know that and I'm there to get you through."

"And that I appreciate, but don't make it anything more than that. Because if you can, then we need reconsider this living arrangement we have."

As the hope from Yen's soul shrinks into nothing, Courtney discards her cigarette into the ashtray and walks to the door.

"I'll be in the pool." Says Courtney. "After you change the bed sheets, have my usual breakfast ready."

Yen feels her heart ache as she watches Courtney leave the bedroom. Yen collapses like a rag doll on the bed and curls up into a ball. 

*****

Courtney hears the faint sounds of Yen's sobbing from her bedroom as she walks down the hall. 

It's for the best. Courtney thinks.

As much as Courtney would like to have someone to love, someone to love her, she couldn't risk having someone that close to her, to have the emotional attachment to Yen wanted and offered.

Loving me would eventually hurt her.

To be continued...