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

good could it possibly have done? She was no match for his strength and ferocity. For the moment, she was his sex toy, helpless to do anything but comply with his most disgusting wishes. She gritted her teeth for the inevitable.

 

And that was when The Great Fornicus reached out with one huge hand and began tearing the clothes from her trembling body. Holding Meg in the air effortlessly, the drooling demon grabbed her robe at the overlap which crossed over her breasts.

 

Knowing full well that he could've just as easily removed it by tugging at the belt tied loosely around her waist, he thought it would be much more fun - and make more of a statement - to grab that "v" at her cleavage and tear the robe free from there. It would impress upon the mouthy bitch just exactly how helpless she truly was.

 

Such a giggle it would be to watch her quake with fear during such a forced disrobement, her reeling mind realizing at last that she was about to be raped and sodomized repeatedly for hours on end. And, oh, how he would enjoy ogling those soft, jiggling tits as they bounced their way to freedom - that is, of course, until his mouth captured them and sucked them dry.

 

All of this convinced the demon that he did indeed need to rend that bothersome robe, so, chuckling obscenely, that's exactly what he did. His clawing fingers grasped the flimsy material at Meg's heaving cleavage and yanked with more force than was necessary to rip it from her soft, pink flesh - the better to set those fleshy globes to jiggling for his pleasure.

 

Meg jerked only once as he ripped the top half of her robe away from her body with just a single pull. She wore no bra beneath her robe, and Fornicus took great joy in watching her now naked breasts dance from the force of his tug, exactly as he'd imagined it would be. He licked his lips at the sight of those ripe, succulent melons and their oh, so tasty looking nipples.

 

But breasts alone would never be enough to satisfy a lust demon's hunger. Hence, Fornicus still eyed the shattered robe with displeasure. Though those lovely breasts were his for the taking, still Meg's lower half - which held the remaining two orifices he had yet to savage - was still coyly hidden beneath the stubborn remains of the robe. That would not do.

 

What remained of the destroyed top half of the robe drooped lazily over Meg's midsection, still held somewhat in place by the silk belt around her waist. It seemed Fornicus would have to remove the bothersome strip after all. But, he realized with a sly grin, that belt could most certainly have some lovely uses down the road.

 

So, while he ripped it out of its guides as a matter of necessity, he took care not to destroy the belt itself. Not so the rest of the robe. Once the belt was tossed aside for future use, the bottom half of that shredded robe was history. Even thought with the belt and its top half missing the bottom half would've easily fallen from Meg's body, Fornicus wanted to tear if off of her, just because.

 

This meddling trollop had interfered with a simply wonderful fornication marathon with three of Hell's premiere bitch-whores, not to mention ordering him about as if he were her private chattel. She needed to be taught a lesson. So, letting that robe simply fall was out of the question.

 

The message was everything. As was instilling fear in his prey. Frightened women were just so delicious to fuck. Fear always makes them so compliant, not that it would matter if they weren't. Ah, yes, that stink of fear... so titillating... so delightfully arousing.

 

Before that robe could slip off the trembling Meg of its own accord, Fornicus again snatched it up in one eager paw, this time ripping it free from the curve of her hips and her fine, tender bottom. He snarled with glee as the last of the robe atomized in his hand. Yet, still, his view of earth pussy was obstructed. Meg wasn't wearing a bra, but she had worn panties beneath her robe. No matter, they would not be there for long.

 

Just to make Meg squirm, the lecherous demon didn't yank off her panties right away. Instead, he slipped his hand into them, first fondling Meg's ass, squeezing her warm cheeks with impunity, slipping his fingers between her legs without fear of reprisal. In short, as Meg dangled in the air before him, he brazenly felt up her ass and pussy. Meg could do nothing to stop him, except try vainly to squeeze her thighs together. That only turned out to infuriate the proud witch when Fornicus laughed at her feeble attempts to keep his hand out of her most intimate parts.

 

Laughing, the vile creature, still with his hand in Meg's panties, carried her over to the wall farthest from her bed. He held her up against the thankfully smooth surface, still holding her throat tightly, and continued fingering her soft, yielding flower. Meg squirmed and tried to break free... to no avail.

 

Fornicus worked his fingers into her pussy, wiggling them inside her as he sneered and licked his lips, keeping direct eye contact with her the entire time, his powerful, in control eyes humbling and shaming her completely powerless ones. He shoved three fingers deep inside her, then drove them roughly up and down within the sweet, tight confines of that invaded cavern.

 

The captive witch squirmed around his plundering fingers, which only made him finger it all the more. Faster and faster he finger-fucked her vagina, his cruel eyes never letting go of hers. Still she squirmed and tried to kick him, but even her most telling blows were insignificant to him. He felt none of them. His eyes gleamed with sadistic joy.

 

He was letting her know in no uncertain terms that he'd begun the process of dehumanizing her, of humiliating her for sport, of taking sole possession of her body for his many and varied perverse pleasures. His eyes and actions conveyed this very clearly to Meg. She had ceased to be a human being anymore... and had instead become the demon's personal fuck toy.

 

"Oh, come now, slut," the demon gloated, "all I'm doing is loosening you up for my huge, lovely cock. You don't want me to fuck you and have you split in half now, do you? That would be so disappointing for BOTH of us, don't you think? You'd be dead much too quickly, and I'd miss out on a really good fuck.

 

So, relax, and let Fornicus stretch your pussy so his cock will fit more easily, and maybe it won't hurt you so much. Though, in truth, a little screaming on your part would add to the proceedings nicely." His laughter was crude beyond words, and it only became more disgusting as he inserted a fourth finger into her.

 

When that fourth finger entered and began probing with the others, the demon ended his eye contact and leaned forward, so that his mouth could finally enjoy those tempting tits. His domineering eyes had made their point. It was now time to give them their reward, and allow them to ogle and savor the squirming little slut.

 

Meg squirmed against the wall as Fornicus mouthed and lapped her breasts, biting and sucking her nipples with a vengeance, his tongue slobbering over every available inch of breast flesh. As he orally molested Meg's bosom, he growled and panted and made piggish slurping and sucking noises, along with equally vile sounds of gratuitous pleasure.

 

All the while his burrowing fingers invaded her deeper and faster. Meg felt an orgasm building within her. The demon's fingers were now well lubricated as he pistoned them up and down in her dribbling sex. Meg bit her lip, feeling the sexual tide rising in her. She squeezed her vaginal muscles as tightly as she could, trying to stave off orgasm as long as possible.

 

But, as hideous as the fingers inside her and the mouth on her breasts were, still they were fingers and a mouth, still they suckled and stimulated her most intimate places, and still they evoked a response. She felt herself shuddering, eruption not far off.

 

But, orgasm, it seemed, was not just yet in the cards for the trembling Meg as, suddenly, the world turned upside-down. Blood rushed to her head as if blasted there from a cannon, and she found her upper body rushing toward the floor, strong demon fingers no longer clamped around her much relieved throat.

 

But just as her head was mere inches from shattering on the floor, her descent halted. Dizzy, she waited for her vision to clear, as the blood within her body tried to equilibrate itself after having suddenly collected primarily in her upper body. She was indeed upside-down. Directly before her focusing eyes were Fornicus' two large, hairy calves. She looked upward, toward her feet, and saw what her scrambled brain, impressively, had already suspected.

 

The horny creature from Hell was now holding her upside-down by a single ankle. He'd somehow flipped her in mid-air, then caught her ankle as it flew by. She still dangled helplessly before him, with her back against the wall, but now his mouth was eager to taste something other than her breasts.

 

And, having every intention of tasting it, he pulled Meg up inch by inch with his two hands, until he was no longer holding her ankle, but had a firm grip on each of her thighs, which he immediately spread wide apart.

 

With a snort of annoyance, he grasped the crotch of her silky panties and ungraciously ripped them from her body, his demon eyes - much more pleased now that the bothersome panties no longer covered Meg's sweet, pink pussy - gazing wantonly at the place where his fingers had been diddling happily mere moments ago.

 

Smiling down at Meg, Fornicus then bent forward and began sniffing her pussy. His eyelids fluttered in rapture as his nostrils moved about her glistening slit, sucking in their fill of its arousing scent.

 

"Mmmm.... smells good enough to eat." Sticking out his long tongue, he lapped her slit slowly, from her soft triangle all the way back to the crack of her ass. "Oh, yeah, very tasty. Don't you think pussy should be on every menu in every restaurant? It should be a law... both on Earth and in Hell. Don't you agree?" He snickered, his nostrils still crudely sucking in her scent and his wet tongue having its way with her downy treasure.

 

Meg could only watch helplessly as Fornicus sniffed and licked between her legs. In moments, his animalistic licking was again accompanied by those piggish, gorging sounds as he slurped and sucked madly at her slit and every juicy fold around it. He snorted and huffed and slobbered in her drenched bush like a starving bum gobbling down his first real meal in weeks.

 

The tremblings she'd felt a few minutes ago when her breasts were being so devoured, and her pussy was being fingered savagely, were returning with a vengeance. Again, she bit her lip, but it was to no avail.

 

It only got worse as intrusive fingers - having released one captured thigh so they could barge between Meg's legs again - briefly joined his burrowing tongue in those tender, glistening folds. Fat, sausage-like fingers spread her petals wide, opening her up for his slithering tongue to savor.

 

As she shuddered and quaked, her glazing pupils saw something which made them dilate wide. Fornicus had chosen to instead brace her by wrapping one arm around her waist and holding her against the wall that way. This pulled her dripping crotch closer to his face without him having to bend much at all, facilitating much more comfortable nuzzling and lapping of his victim's sweet nectar.

 

He also reluctantly removed his fingers from her pussy so he could employ them elsewhere -