Page 38 of Possess Us
She peers back at me, her eyes hooded with sensual pleasure.
The gashes on her feet stitch back together, and she yelps when the bones in her ankles snap back into place. All at once, the same sound echoes over and over across the room. Everyone around us grunts, their mouths unmoving as their ankles snap.
I keep fucking her, unwilling to relinquish her tight little hole for anything short of death.
Every single one of them has bones sticking through their ankles and blood spilling from torn open flesh.
Her pain is gone. But the others all sway, held up as if on strings despite their mangled ankles that have no right to support their weight.
‘Are you watching?’ I ask her.
With a hard thrust, the bones in her hand start to click and move. As hers fix, theirs break. Bit by bit. Bone by bone. Their fingers all become crooked as hers straighten, and after the third relentless thrust, her hand is back as it was. She flexes her fingers, and I know she feels no more pain.
The room is filled with a symphony of snapping bones, muffled sobs and stolen screams.
The welts I lashed into her fade, as they all wince and cry out at the same time. As she heals, I make them break. I make them suffer.
She fills with a new burst of energy and strength when the last bit of injury has been corrected, and starts to moan in pleasure.
My fingers wrap in her hair, and I pull her head up high, making her look at the eerily still puppets watching us as they silently suffer.
‘They applauded your pain. Now they feel it for themselves. Shall we applaud?’
My free hand goes to her clit. The sudden arrival of so much pleasure after so much pain has her violently shaking and crying out in pleasure.
‘Oh my god…’
I yank her head back and lean into her ear, hissing angrily into it.
‘Say that again, and I will cut your tongue from your mouth so you can never speak again. We are demon princes. Your dark masters. Never blaspheme and call out that name again. If you do, what you have suffered with me will feel like a dream compared to the nightmare I force onto you. Am I clear?’
‘Y-yes.’ She nods quickly, fear shining in her beautiful eyes.
‘Yes, what?’ I warn.
‘Yes. My Lord Pain.’
A good reply. I let go and resume screwing her, tending to her desperate clit as I fuck her up the ass.
She moans loudly, gripping the edge of the table for no other reason but to relish in the ecstasy. Far more than there should be.
‘Watch them, Little Soul,’ Lust says. ‘Watch all these damned souls suffer as they watch you writhe in pleasure. You claim your reward as they stand on broken bones and bleed through gaping wounds. Their pain makes him so much stronger. This isjust the beginning, too. When they take their last mortal breath, this pain will seem a sweet memory compared to what they will endure. And every scream. Every wail. Every plea for their misery to end will only feed my brother’s power in this realm. The great Lord of Pain.’
Her orgasm builds at the thought of them suffering. Of these bastards screaming in agony, as we feel nothing but the opposite.
I crash my hand against her subtle flesh, smacking her ass. She cries out her orgasm.
Before she can finish riding it out, I strike her again.
Another orgasm, her body convulsing as I keep slamming into her ass, my thumb rolling and rubbing her clit.
Lust chuckles, watching me.
‘You’re an evil bastard, brother.’
Smack!
Now she screams, her body raging as a third orgasm rips through. Her scream turns into a sob. I’ve gone beyond pleasure and crossed into the realms of pain.
