Page 13 of Possess Us

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.

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 is just 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.

SMACK!

Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she falls forward with a whimper. Her eyes close, and a sweet little smile forms on her lips.

She passes out, limp and lifeless, before me.

I hold her hips tighter, my head falling back as I take my time to finish with her.

And I cum hard, filling her back passage as she sleeps soundly before us.

My perfect darling girl. I will worship you the way only a demon can.