Page 37 of Possess Us
Her heart thunders. I can hear it from here. It speeds further when I rest the tip of my cock against her little hole.
Her unbroken hand grips the table's edge in preparation for what she knows is coming.
‘Do you wish me to stop?’ I ask, my dick teasing her puckered hole. ‘Say it and I will.’
‘My body is yours,’ she rasps. ‘Break it. I beg of you.’
My perfect woman.
My fingertips dig into her buttocks as I spread them as wide as they’ll go, and with a grunt of pain and need, I force my sizeable length into a very unready and reluctant hole. The pain and pleasure grip me in an instant, and I slam my fist into the table, grunting at the pain.
Pain has completely claimed her. Blood is not the best lubricant, and her ass is unprepared. Her stomach turns and she wretches. Lust gently moves her head, and she vomits on the floor.
My hips meet her flesh before slowly easing out, dragging my cock from her ass with a hiss.
‘You look beautiful,’ Lust tells her, watching me slowly fuck her with glazed eyes. ‘If only you could see yourself.’
‘Hold her open for me,’ I offer. ‘As wide as you can.’
Lust reaches over and does as instructed, keeping her ass spread for me.
I drive into her again, deep and hard, without restraint, my hands now free to grip her hips to give me more leverage.
‘Her pain is intoxicating. Can you feel it, brother?’
‘I feel it,’ Lust replies. ‘Let me see her. Please.’
I pull out, leaving her empty.
‘She’s ripped,’ Lust says. ‘So brutal, brother. And it was such a pretty little virgin of a hole.’
‘Not a virgin anymore.’ I spit into her open ass. ‘What a glorious sight. Bleeding and trembling between us.’
I drive into her, fucking her hard and relentlessly before watching the hoard who cheer, laugh and watch her torture.
I have all I need from her. She has been driven to the brink of madness and fed all her pain straight to me. If I continue, she will die.
Now it is time to bring her back.
I am whole. This vessel is mine. And my power is at its height.
'Time for your revenge, my Little Sacrifice.'
I snap my fingers.
The room falls utterly still. Every man and woman becomes a statue, frozen where they stand.
No more laughing. No more chatting. No more excited gasps.
The only sound I can hear is my skin slapping on hers. And the grunts of pain and screams through sealed lips.
They look in every direction, seeing that they are not the only ones suddenly unable to move.
‘Such a good girl,’ Lust encourages. ‘Look at what you have done. Look at what you can survive. Look at all the pain you have given him. You have made him so strong, Little Soul.’
Lust sweeps the hair from her face, and she gasps in relief, blinking back her sanity and lifting her head to shake her senses into place.
The crowd grunts and moans as if in pain, but still doesn’t move. Every single one of them are experiencing what I have done to her. And even better, what I am doing. Hundreds of people, stuck, as they experience a demon cock right up their arses. Their feet are sliced. Blood begins to seep from beneath their feet, sliding through stilettoes and spilling out of shoes.
