Summoned Lust - Mistress_ Red (most inspirational books of all time .TXT) 📗

Meg's face glared between her calves at him. Her hands and feet tied to the crossbar left her dangling and exposed. Though she glared at

 

Fornicus, he knew she could do absolutely nothing to stop him. She was helpless. Unfortunately, her breasts were hidden behind her legs, which was a cause for sadness in the demon's foul heart. And her lovely legs were held tightly together also, from ankles to crotch.

 

They should be spread wide and inviting, begging his hungry cock to enter between them. Tits hidden, pussy not as open and exposed as it should be? It just wasn't right... not at all as it should be. He sighed disapprovingly. If only he'd had another length of material he could much better expose her naked body for his carnal use. But, wait... an idea struck him. This could all be done MUCH better. All he needed was another piece of that flimsy robe, and his joy could be complete!

 

In seconds, Fornicus had found a big enough section of surviving robe to accommodate his perverted plan. His hands quickly tore at it, frenetically ripping free a length of material that could be used in the same manner as the belt had. Oh, what a genius he thought himself to be!

 

Laughing giddily, he ran over to the bound witch and quickly untied her legs, then tied both of them to the crossbar again, this time separately. Before securing them, he spread her legs as wide apart as he could, the severity of the distance involved even eliciting a wince of pain from the bound lass. Ahh, yes, much better. Now he could see and ravage those succulent tits without any hindrance whatsoever, and her pussy was much more properly exposed for his personal use. Problem solved! Oh, yes, how slick and clever he was!

 

Leering, Fornicus got down on one knee and examined Meg's dripping prize, up close, with an admiring, detail-inspecting eye. He fingered it, exposing all the layers of succulent flesh, probing both its external and internal features. Meg squirmed as his fingers and his leering face boldly had their fill of her pussy.

 

She watched as he sniffed it again, much the same as he had done earlier. She watched as his eyes closed in rapture. He sniffed her over and over again, nuzzling his face all around her mound.

 

"Ahh, the sweet smell of helpless pussy. That's the best kind, you know," he mocked, looking up into Meg's eyes, "trapped pussy. Tied up pussy always looks, smells and tastes sweeter. Don't know why that is... it just is." Drool was glistening at the corner of his mouth. "Mind if I have another taste, beggin' Megan?" he asked, grinning a vile grin.

Not waiting for a response, he began licking her pussy. Meg watched as that snakelike tongue slithered about her pubes and then worked its way into her slit. Brutish fingers then spread her open and she saw Fornicus' dicklike tongue probing about in the moist pink folds. She shuddered, pleasure radiating out from the tip of that demonic tongue.

 

She heard Fornicus laugh. "The little earth bitch likes Fornicus' excellent tongue, eh? Well, why not? You came once already, didn't you, you whore? Didn't want me to know that dirty little secret, did you? But Fornicus knows all. I have no problem with letting you come, too, since it's going to be the death of you anyway. Fornicus will give you many orgasms... before you die.

 

It is, after all, what I do. You'll have so many orgasms before I'm through with you, that you'll BEG me to kill you. So, that's okay,slut... you can come when I eat this delicious little pussy." Sarcastically, he added, "Your slave from Hell gives you permission to cum." The sarcasm glinted in his glowing demon's eyes.

 

Without wasting another word, the demon again buried his face between Meg's legs. Again he slurped and drooled and made vile, disgusting noises as he lapped her deep, hot core. He sucked her pussy, probed it with his long, energetic tongue.

 

Apparently, even as demons' cocks have some sort of anesthetizing effect to prevent the gag reflex from kicking in, so too do demons' tongues have some electrifying nature that makes whatever they lick literally twitch with pleasure. Meg's pussy was most definitely twitching like mad wherever that tongue even lightly grazed.

 

In fact, her entire body twitched and jerked spasmodically with every lick, every suck, every insertion of that unholy tongue anywhere on her responsive sex. Even her captor's grotesque sucking and slurping sounds couldn't keep her from reaching orgasm at the speed of light.. and to keep climaxing far longer than she ever had before... or even thought possible!

 

When Meg's orgasm washed over Fornicus' still lapping face, it was merely the tip of the iceberg. Laughing quietly, the knowing demon continued to lick at Meg's fountain, keeping her twitching and coming for an unbelievably long time.

 

Every time Meg thought her orgasm had finally subsided, Fornicus would lap or suck her clit or fuck her deeply with his tongue and the gushing would begin all over again. The pussy-licking demon seemed to enjoy that. It became such an exquisite torture for Meg that he so enjoyed inflicting upon her. Meg kept cumming and cumming. She couldn't stop.

 

Fornicus' hellborn tongue was in complete control of her ability to climax or not climax. And he gleefully kept her on the brink of orgasm - deciding how and when he'd allow her to come - for well over an hour. He took such twisted pleasure from watching her exhausted body twitching all over again in ever weakening release. The orgasms, once welcomed by the bound witch, became an actual burden after over an hour of release after release. But, still Fornicus licked.

 

Still he spitefully kept her gushing. Until, finally, she didn't even have the energy to twitch. Her orgasms became weak ghosts of their former glory. Meg hung limply by her bonds, unable to squirm - even with pleasure - and barely able to breathe, let alone achieve orgasm. Only then did Fornicus remove his mouth from her holiest of places.

 

Standing, wiping cum and drool from his chin, the demon chuckled, "See what Fornicus can do for a cooperative slut? You keep letting me fuck you any way I please - as if you had a choice anyway - and I'll be generous in giving YOU orgasms, too. Of course, you're not a lust demon, so at some point you'll be BEGGING me NOT to make you come any more." He laughed.

 

"Oh, and what beautiful music THAT will be to my little ears! But I WON'T stop. I'll make you cum until it HURTS! Eventually, it'll be both YOUR orgasms and MINE combined that will snuff out your worthless little life. But, unlike yourself, I still get to diddle the whores in Hell. You'll just be dead meat. Unless, of course, you end up in Hell... as my eternal plaything." He contemplated the thought, and smiled.

 

But, being the lust demon he IS, Fornicus, his mind - temporarily distracted by the urge to eat bound pussy - again returned to fucking... and Meg's bountiful breasts, which he could now see quite nicely thanks to tying her legs spread apart as opposed to together. He took a moment to again congratulate himself on that improvement in strategy. Then, self-congratulation accepted, he again needed to dip his cock into squirming, helpless, tightly bound pussy.

 

So, back into Meg went demon cock. She could only watch and vainly twist from side to side as he thrust that huge, indelicate instrument into her over and over and over. Her pussy, like her anus, was stretched to its limits. It was also extremely worn out from probably a dozen or more orgasms.

 

It therefore humbly accepted Fornicus' carnal advances, letting him pummel it with his eager, malicious tool. Oh, and how he fucked her raw. He felt that since he'd given her several orgasms, she OWED him a good pussy ride. Not that any of that mattered, anyway. She was nothing more than a tied up earth whore, and being fucked in every hole she owned was what she DESERVED.

 

Fornicus became nothing more than a rutting animal. He rammed Meg's opening with outright belligerence, as if punishing that hole simply for being. His hands again shot out and ravaged her bouncing breasts, but this time she faced him, so his hungry mouth was able to join in the fun.

 

Those already battered nipples received the biting that Fornicus had only fantasized about earlier. He sucked and licked her tits to the point of bruising, and then bit her nipples until they SCREAMED in agony. And yet, even in that agony, Fornicus' tongue's magical quality made them feel oh, so good at the same time.

 

Meg almost BEGGED him to keep biting them, to suck them right off her breasts! She would've let him literally chew and swallow them if he'd wanted to! She never knew that having her nipples bitten could be so... HOT!

 

Fornicus slurped and drooled and mouth-mauled her soft, sensitive breasts the entire time he shoved his animal cock into her pussy. Meg was again responding. Her vaginal muscles clamped hungrily around his marauding cock. Fornicus was again quickly reaching climax. He rammed into her angrily, cruelly, almost CHEWING her breasts as he fucked her so deep that she again thought her liver had become the true target of his angry thrusting.

 

With another growl, his teeth gritted together from the monumental strain, Fornicus came inside Meg's battered vagina. He rammed it and rammed it, grunting with the effort. Biting and lapping her chest, he again spurted his inexhaustible supply of demon jiz up into her. Meg twitched and jerked and flowed around his impaling implement, despite her already numerous, draining orgasms.

 

She thought it must be that same feeling that had taken place in her colon a short while ago that did it... that feeling of being filled with hot, squishing liquid. She could actually feel that fantastic amount of semen sloshing about inside her. And it was so, so hot. That, her sex-numbed brain thought hazily, must be the answer.

 

Before his orgasm was totally finished, Fornicus again withdrew from Meg's opening, this time continuing his spurting with his cock sweeping over her lower body. His sticky fluids anointed her from the knees up, bathing her almost completely all the way up to her rib cage. Cum dripped from her navel, her belly, her entire crotch area and her thighs.

 

But still Fornicus was not through. He continued to ambitiously stroke himself, spraying his cum all over the bound Meg. He took great glee in thus bathing her in his copious testicular discharge.

 

But then another vile idea struck him. With twisted expectation in his eyes, he reached up over Meg's head - his cock still spurting - and grabbed the foot of the bed, lowering it just enough to do what he had planned. By the time he had the still tied Meg lowered enough, her exposed, still dripping sex was dragging on the floor. But this move left her delectable tits exactly where he needed them.

 

With Meg hanging there helpless still, the perverted demon continued to hold the foot of the bed at about shoulder height. Meg's body swung toward him, and her soft breasts slammed into Fornicus' belly.

 

Grinning malevolently, the crazed hellspawn adjusted his stance, still holding the bed at the correct height, and shoved his still exploding penis between Meg's breasts. "Boob job!" he chortled, watching his dick hump happily within the warm confines of Meg's cleavage as the head again spurted his vile liquids into her face. "Open your mouth!" he screamed, annoyed that Meg hadn't thought to swallow his cum on her own. Meg complied, opening her mouth wide. Instantly, demon cum again glazed her lips and tongue.

 

Fornicus continued to buck his hips, feeling the luscious sensation of Meg's soft breasts stroking his heated shaft. Up and down his hips went, sliding his needy cock between those delectable mounds of