Summoned Lust, Mistress_ Red [ebook reader online .TXT] 📗

me to the BRINK of death, as long as you let me live to be fucked by you again. I loved the orgasms you gave me tonight, and I want to experience more of them. Please, Great Fornicus, allow me to be your undeserving sex slave for all eternity. Please! I'll see to it that you don't regret your decision! PLEASE SPARE ME, OH, GREAT FORNICUS... AND I'LL BE YOUR PERSONAL BITCH WHORE FOREVER!"

 

Fornicus laughed so hard he cried. His body was shaking and he held his belly with such unbridled humor as he'd never experienced before. He stumbled backwards again, unable to control his fit of laughter. When his laughter finally ebbed, he sighed and wiped tears from his eyes. It was so good to have this earth bitch beg for her life... and even offer to sacrifice her earthly friends for his pleasure. But now it was time to end her little ploy and get down to the business of fucking her into an early grave.

 

But when he looked down at where the sniveling Meg had been kissing his feet... she was no longer there....

 

Still wiping tears from his eyes, Fornicus looked around him. Now where could his little fuck toy have gotten off to? Ah, there the little strumpet was, trying to crawl away from him.

 

So much for her phony attempt to wheedle her way into his good graces to spare her miserable life. But what was that she was doing? Clawing at the floor? Had her predicament driven her mad? Oh, this was too rich. The joy of breaking and using a woman was a hundredfold greater than usual with this one.

 

So strong and arrogant at first, now reduced to crawling and scrabbling at the floor. Still, he was horny and had a LOT more fucking to do. But first, he wanted her tongue in his ass... PRONTO!

 

"And where is it my personal whore is crawling off to before she's eaten some tasty ass?" He put his hands on his hips and watched her continue to claw at the floor. By the time he realized what she was up to, it was too late.

 

"Just one second, oh great and hairy Fornicus," Meg said, sarcasm oozing from every word.

 

"Is that sarcasm I detect coming from the mouth that should already be servicing my needs?" He scowled down at her, not pleased in the slightest with this turn of events. But, still, he watched her with interest... even then oblivious to what was about to happen.

 

Meg had counted on Fornicus' enormous netherworldly ego - counted on the fact that he was so sure of himself and his power over her, that he wouldn't panic and try to stop her until it was too late. So, when her tired, shaking fingers finally pried the pre-cut board from the floor, she was relieved that he still hadn't tried to stop her.

 

She reached into the opening strategically placed in the floor months ago, which had been hidden by the small square of wood that she'd just removed from the floor. She took out the object that had been hidden therein. Squeezing it in her palm, she rolled over quickly, praying that the stupefied demon would hesitate just a moment more.

 

By the time Fornicus saw that she held a piece of mystic chalk, she was already marking the floor with it, repairing the break in the protective circle.

 

He watched her with mixed confusion and amusement... until he realized he was standing inside the circle, on the inverted pentagram... and the pretty and vulnerable Meg was outside of its candle-lit perimeter. He howled in rage, reaching down for Meg with wide-spread, clawlike fingers. But those grasping fingers burst into searing flame as they got near the prone, barely able to move witch. And it was Meg's turn to laugh.

 

"Well, now, it seems the Great Fornicus isn't so great anymore, is he?" she laughed. In her triumph, she found the strength to crawl back from the circle and sit with her back against the wall, watching the demon try futilely to exit the summoning circle.

 

Every time he tried, an invisible force rejected him, and whatever part of him had broken the plane of the protective circle had burst into agonizing flame. Meg breathed a sigh of relief. Her protective circle was back in business. Fornicus was again trapped within it. Escape was once again impossible. She was safe... at last.

 

The flailing demon raged and spat and hissed within the circle, calling her "slut" and "whore" and "bitch" and every other name he'd used for her this night. But it was all in vain.

 

He was trapped - beaten. His rage gurgled in his chest and in his throat. He glared about the room, and at the very circle itself, hoping there might be even the tiniest chink somewhere. Meg had fucked up once, he thought, and might have done so again at another point in the circle. But wherever he tested its security, he was met with the experience of his flesh boiling and burning away. After a time, he merely snorted and glared his evil eyes down at the sitting, chuckling Meg.

 

"You fucking bitch," was all he said. The words uncoiled from his gut like a black, evil serpent.

 

"Bitch, maybe," she replied, "but not fucking YOU anymore. And as soon as I get a little strength back in my legs, I'm going to send you back to your precious, diseased whores in Hell. You'll be no more than a hairy, smelly memory." She smiled as she watched him fume, adding, "Maybe the Great Fornicus should've taken the poor little witch girl up on her offer. Maybe the great, stinking demon was... oh, I don't know... STUPID?"

 

Within the circle, Fornicus tried time and again to break the spell of containment. Each time his body burst into flame and parts of his flesh seared off, floating to the floor as just so much smoldering ash. He knew even if he broke through the circle, he'd be disintegrated, and be nothing more than soot for Meg to sweep away and toss into the trash. It was hopeless. But he certainly didn't have to like it.

 

Finally feeling like she had enough energy to move, Meg first taunted the demon. She spread her legs and brazenly played with her pussy. "Guess Fornicus the Stupid won't get to play with THIS any more, will he? Or THESE," she added, cupping her breasts and jiggling them at him.

 

"Or this," she fired at him, turning to wiggle her cum-drenched ass in his direction. "Or have THIS," she turned around again and opened her mouth wide, licking her lips slowly at him, "sucking his cock. Never even got my tongue up your ass, did you, big boy?" She laughed with such derision that even Fornicus was reluctantly proud of that evil laugh.

 

The Hellspawn nodded, knowing he was beaten. Meg laughed and pointed at his drooping penis, limp for the first time since she'd summoned him.

 

"Oh, my, it's a good thing I'm dismissing you, isn't it? Doesn't seem like that little dick can do me any good any more. That little thing isn't even good enough to hump my ex-boyfriend's ass with. Poor little not-so-great Fornicus." She laughed still more. "Fornicus the LIMP, I'd call you."

 

He snarled, glaring, wishing he could find some way out of his prison. But, it was useless. The spell of containment was at full power now that the circle had been repaired. He would have to suffer her taunts and jeers. But, he swore to himself that if he EVER made it back to the upper world, he'd look this bitch up again... and then she'd pay. Oh, she'd pay dearly.

 

"And now, limp dick Fornicus," Meg chided, "It's time to send you home. It's been fun, but you have some STD-filled whores to attend to in Hell, don't you? Maybe they're more your speed. Maybe THEY don't mind you going soft on them. Anyway, you've overstayed your welcome, and you need to leave. You're beginning to really stink up my apartment."

 

Meg stood, giving the fretting demon one last jiggle of her boobs and ass. She walked over to the table against the wall, where the demon had been kind enough to return the candles after singeing her skin with their melted wax.

 

She flipped the page in her musty book of incantations, from the page containing the conjuring spell to the page upon which was written the returning spell. She looked back at Fornicus one last time, grinning a grin easily as wicked as one of his own. "Bye, limp dick," she chuckled, "kill 'em in Hell, baby, 'cause you ain't killin' 'em here."

 

Turning back to the book she read: " Oh, Great Evil One, one of your slaves has strayed. He has come to this above world without your permission. Take him back where he belongs. In the name of Great Satan and his hierarchy of demons, Bring the Great Fornicus back to your realm, And keep him ever at your beck and call.

 

In the name of all that is unholy, never let him stray again! Vin Scrotorum, et Zubinum Fral! Bal-Soggothum, Lustium banal!" Fornicus howled and snarled and thrashed about within the circle, but in the end he was slowly and inexorably pulled back down to Hell. His screams of rage could be heard for long minutes afterward, slowly fading as he plummeted ever deeper into the depths of chaos and darkness.

 

The potent scent of sulfur dissipated, and Meg's bedroom lights slowly flickered back to brilliant life. And finally, she could breathe easier. With one last spell chanted over the circle and pentagram, she then mumbled a few quiet words over a pitcher of water and washed away both of them, destroying completely the connection between Hades and her bedroom.

 

Using several pieces of her torn robe, she scrubbed away every last vestige of the summoning circle and the pentagram doorway to Hell, making sure that not even a trace of either was left. And even after that was done, she cast two more spells of protection over the entire area. Fornicus would NOT be back. Of that, she was certain.

 

She looked about her room. It was a shambles, with the bed on end, and slick, oily cum stains all over her walls and floor. In some spots it was still wet, in others tacky, while in others it had dried to a yellowish gray stain. It would take some time to clean it all up, especially the spots that dribbled and streaked down her walls.

 

But, that was all work for tomorrow. Fornicus had shoved his cock and tongue into her for well over eight hours, and she was exhausted. And she needed one helluva thorough shower, and then a good, long, soaking bath. There was more cum on her body than all the puddles and streams spread around her bedroom combined!

 

She was coated nearly head to toe with demon cum, and it felt damned uncomfortable. Disgusting stuff, demon semen. She laughed at the unintentional rhyme.

Dragging her exhausted body to the bathroom, she turned on the shower full force, and waited only a few seconds before climbing beneath its refreshing spray.

 

She used nearly an entire bottle of liquid soap to wash away Fornicus' sticky residue. Her face, shoulders, neck, arms, breasts, belly, crotch and thighs were coated with it, not to mention her back and buttocks.

 

She was a walking testament to Fornicus' great ejaculating prowess... and the large volume he could both produce and store in his mammoth testicles. She needed to be rid of it from her aching body.

 

After showering for nearly forty-five minutes, and washing her hair repeatedly for another ten, Meg turned off the water and exited the shower. She then turned the bath spigot on full blast and began filling the tub, dropping some bubble flakes into it for a nice, sudsy soak. She needed to relax in some hot, soothing water for a bit before heading off to much needed sleep. The night had