Demon Seed

by Demon Seed (lit)

Manacles were attached to her wrists and her arms positioned out to her sides. She tugged on them experimentally when she was released and discovered she could not move her arms in any direction. Giving up the effort after a moment, she lay panting fearfully, tensed against what would happen next.

  Her ankles were seized and her legs drawn apart until the muscles between her thighs began to strain. Finally, when she’d begun to think she would be split in two, the coldness of manacles clamped around her ankles. She heard the rattle of chains and knew even before she tried that she would not be able to move her legs either.

  Hands caught the cheeks of her buttocks, spreading them. Cool air wafted along her cleft. Something thin and rounded pushed into her rectum. Gasping, she bucked, struggled for several moments to try to evade the intrusion before her mind finally accepted that she could not. Panting, she tried to force herself to relax as it was pushed slowly, but inexorably into her until it was deeply inside of her.

  Something tweaked her nipples. She jerked, realizing it was the edge of sharp teeth. The teeth clamped down when she tried to jerk away, just hard enough to promise real pain if she continued to struggle.

  Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to stillness.

  Almost at once the pain and discomfort eased. A shiver went through her as the teeth nipped at her nipples, scraping over them until the blood engorged them almost painfully.

  The rod in her rectum was slowly withdrawn and then pushed deeply again. Strangely, pleasure stirred to life as the motion was repeated and the teeth continued to pluck at her nipples, sometimes hard enough to send a flicker of pain through her, but then replacing it almost instantly with a jolt of pleasure.

  Moisture began to gather in her sex. The expectation of pleasure replaced the fear of pain as her body burgeoned. She ceased to pant with fear and began to gasp with pleasure each time the hard shaft was pushed deeply inside of her, each time the teeth bore down on her tender nipples to the very brink of pain.

  Fingers dug into her sensitive nether lips, pulling them wide. Something huge and hard pressed against the mouth of her sex, breached the opening. She gasped as she felt it stretching her, pressing deeper and deeper.

  Fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head up and a cock was pushed into her mouth. She might have bit down on it except that it filled her mouth so completely she couldn’t close her jaws.

  The cock behind her pressed inexorably deeper and deeper, thrusting past her resisting flesh until it could go no deeper. It was withdrawn, slowly, as the rod was withdrawn from her rectum, and then pressed deeply inside of her again, more rapidly than before.

  In sync, the thrusting began in earnest, plowing into her from behind, forcing her mouth over the cock until it butted the back of her throat and then retreated. She groaned, partly in distress, but mostly in mindless ecstasy as she felt her body assaulted on every front, stimulated almost beyond bearing by the mouths that ceased to tease her with the edge of teeth and began to suckle her nipples hard, by the piston like thrusting of cocks into every exquisitely sensitive orifice.

  An orgasm rolled over her and through her without warning, and then her body began to build again toward another one as the hard thrusting continued, pounding into her, and the suckling on her breasts became almost a torment, refusing to allow her heated body to cool. The cock in her mouth jerked, began to spew seed down her throat even as a second, far harder, climax hit her. She choked, swallowing in self defense although she might have been revolted if not for the fact that she was so caught in the grips of rapture she could not even think. The thrusting behind her continued, harder and faster until abruptly, she felt the cock jerk and hot seed bathe her channel.

  She gasped weakly when the mouths ceased to tease her and the cocks were withdrawn, hanging limply against her bindings, struggling to catch her breath.

  Her heart and lungs had barely regained their normal rhythm when the pleasurable assault began again. She groaned, not in fear this time, but because she wasn’t certain she could endure any more pleasure.

  She discovered she had no choice in the matter. Her body responded to the stimulation regardless of her wishes. Tension coiled inside of her as she felt the hard shafts penetrating her sex and her rectum, pounding into her aggressively. Pleasure escalated as her breasts were gnawed, suckled, licked. When the cock was shoved into her mouth, she was already so excited, she began sucking at it almost feverishly.

  She was barely conscious by the time her body had peaked twice more and she was allowed to catch her breath.

  She moaned in dismay when she realized, however, that that was all that it was, a moment to catch her breath. They began again almost as soon as she had, pumping into her and teasing her breasts until her weary body responded and she came again.

  The more weary she became, the slower her body was to respond and the more determinedly they teased her until she did respond.

  Finally, when she had lost count of the number of times she had been penetrated, taken to the heights of pleasure and found release, the manacles were unfastened. She sprawled weakly on the stone floor, her legs refusing to hold her up.

  Hands lifted her and carried her. She roused slightly when she was lowered into a pool of steaming water and bathed, enough to open her eyes a fraction and glance around, but the heated water seemed to leach the last of her strength. She lost consciousness long before she was laid upon a cot.

  Jala roused her some time later, picking at her until she got up to attend her needs. It was all she could do to walk from the cot to the chamber pot and make it back to collapse on the hard cot again. Listlessly, she lifted her head and looked around, discovering in the flickering light of the single torch that lit the room that she was in the cell she’d first been taken to.

  Jala shoved food into her hands. “Eat.”

  She stared at the bread and cheese without interest.

  “Eat, or you will be too weak to survive this,” Jala growled.

  She ate a little, more because Jala wouldn’t leave her in peace than because she had any interest in the food or any concern about her weakness. When she had appeased Jala, she collapsed on the bunk again and felt almost instantly asleep.

  It seemed to her that she’d barely closed her eyes when she felt the insistent tug of hands again. She made an attempt to struggle, but it was even more short lived than her first attempt had been the day before--she thought it had been the day before.

  She was not blindfolded. Instead, they led her down the corridor and she was able to see what she had not seen the day before. The chamber they took her to was vast, as she’d thought. Once inside, the sight that caught her gaze at once was Nuri, chained hand and foot to a wall.

  This then, was his punishment, to watch while others enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh he had claimed for his own.

  Dragging her gaze from him with an effort, unwilling to examine the emotions that warred inside her at that knowledge, she looked around.

  The demon that had seized her and tortured her with pleasure the day before sat upon a great throne. Surrounding him were lesser demons.

  She was forced onto her knees at the foot of his throne.

  His eyes glowed as he studied her. “Did you accept his seed with pleasure mortal?”

  Colette swallowed. She had, but she had a feeling that wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear. “We made a bargain. I kept my bargain,” she said finally.

  He growled, low in his chest and leaned forward. “And once again, he deprived me of my due. He toyed with you, mortal. His blood is tainted with that of a mortal woman and it has made him weak. He could not sacrifice the virgin meant for me before. This is why he was banished, why I demanded two in her place to earn my favor once more.

  “Instead, he fell under your spell--though I can not see why--and planted his seed inside of your frail human flesh.”

  Colette stared at him blankly, trying to assimilate what he’d said. He was saying that Nuri would not have sacrificed her and her s
ister anyway? That he had not the coldness, or the cruelty in his heart to do so?

  “He did not tell you he placed a Halfling in your belly?”

  He had misinterpreted her look of stunned surprise for Colette had barely registered the comment about Nuri’s seed. A shock wave traveled through her at that, however. The room seemed to recede around her. She had a demon growing inside of her, she thought in horror.

  “Do not worry yourself, little morsel. I will not leave it there,” he growled, leaning back once more and lifting his hand in a signal.

  A blindfold was secured around her head again. Still too stunned to react, Colette was hauled to her feet, walked across the room and pushed back against cold stone. Her wrists were grasped, her arms pulled straight out at her sides and clamped against the wall. She felt hands on her thighs then, something wrapped around her legs that felt like a wide band of leather and then her legs were lifted.

  Briefly, she hung from her arms. She was so focused on that pain, she was scarcely aware of what they were doing with her legs until she felt her thighs forced wide apart, so wide the muscles of her inner thighs strained and she felt her nether lips part. Her legs were pinned so that she couldn’t move them. In the next moment, she felt fingers grasping her nether lips. Something was clamped on the flesh. She felt a tugging and cool air along her tender exposed inner lips.

  Her heart began to pound in her chest with a mixture of fright and excitement she shouldn’t have felt. Moisture gathered in her sex.

  Something hot and wet slid over her exposed flesh. She jerked instinctively, but she was pinned effectively. She couldn’t move at all, couldn’t avoid the touch. She could do nothing more than try to close her mind to it.

  She found that impossible as the tongue continued to lap her hungrily on and on until she was dizzy with the rioting sensations inside of her. A mouth closed over one of her breasts, suckling it hard and a shaft of pleasure cut through her painfully, joining the tension already growing in her belly. She bit her lip, trying to contain the pleasure she knew she shouldn’t be feeling, but found when her other breast was siezed that she could no longer hold it in. A moan escaped her.

  As if that was all the encouragement they had been waiting for, they began to torment her with more fervor. The tongue ceased to lap her cleft and delved into her opening, driving deeply inside of her and curling against one spot that sent a jolt of excitement through her. She swallowed with an effort, struggling as she felt her body rising rapidly toward release.

  She had reached the peak, was hovering on the brink, struggling against the war inside of her to yield to its siren call, when they moved away from her almost as abruptly as they had started.

  A sense of disappointment filled her. She lay panting, trying to catch her breath for many moments. Before she could do so, the hot mouths and rough tongues began to tease her again. Once more she was brought to the brink and abandoned. Shuddering, she struggled to regain her composure when they left her body cooling, throbbing with unrequited desire.

  She realized after a time that this was not something that would cease, that they meant to tease her as mercilessly as the day before, except that this time she was not allowed to find culmination. She spent part of the time fighting to reach it, and part of the time struggling against it. It seemed not to matter. Either way, she was not allowed to reach her peak. They suckled the tiny bud at the apex of her thighs. They suckled her nipples. Time and again, the tongue was pushed deeply inside of her, lapping her, stroking that place that drove her into mindlessness but always ceasing before she could reach release.

  After a time, she was feverish with the need. Desperation drove everything else from her mind as the itch became maddening.

  She almost felt like weeping when she felt the manacles removed. Her body ached and throbbed all over. Tension was coiled so tightly inside of her that she could barely stand the touch of the hands that pulled her away from wall.

  Her knees buckled. She was lifted and carried.

  Certain that they were returning her to the cell, surprise flickered through her when they halted after only a few steps. She was lifted again, her thighs seized and pulled wide. Fingers dug into her fleshy nether lips, pulling them apart. Something huge and hard pressed against her opening.

  She gasped, panting for breath as they bore down on her, impaling her on the hard shaft that stretched her almost painfully. Dizziness washed over her as her legs were released at last and the weight of her own body slowly impaled the hard shaft deeper and deeper as her arms were dragged behind her back and her wrists bound together.

  Her toes touched the cold stone. With an effort she balanced on them.

  Mouths plucked at her nipples, teasing them to attention and then suckling them hungrily. Groaning, she felt her knees buckle, felt her weight drive the huge shaft to the hilt inside of her. Slowly, as the mouths teased her, moisture gathered in her channel, heat, tension. Her flesh began to relax and flex around the hard shaft. Scarcely aware of what she was doing, she pushed herself up and allowed her body to slide slowly over the shaft again, sheathing it to the hilt.

  The need rose inside of her again, more painful that before.

  Hands caught her ankles, forcing her to bend her knees until she was resting fully on top of the hard shaft. She was held tightly, unable to move. Distress filled her as the relief she needed was once again denied.

  Abruptly, the shaft began to withdraw from her clinging flesh. She whimpered.

  It returned, slamming deeply, impaling her to the hilt and her heart leapt. She began to moan in desperate need as she felt her body impaled on the hard shaft over and over. Her culmination caught her unaware, tearing through her so hard she screamed at the agony/ecstasy of it.

  And still it continued to pound into her, on and on until her body began to crave the hard, deep thrusts, responded, the tension coiling more and more tightly until she came again.

  She was shaking from weakness by the time she was lifted away at last, barely conscious as she was carried back to her cell.

  As before, Jala appeared after a time, pestering her until she got up and attended her needs, ate, bathed. Finally, she left in peace to collapse naked on the cot and sleep the sleep of the dead.

  She didn’t even try to struggle when she was dragged up again and carried to the chamber where she had spent two days in pleasurable torment. Her body quickened with need even as they dragged her down the corridor.

  She wasn’t blindfolded as before, but it was hardly necessary. She was too exhausted to feel any fear at all and her body was already screaming to be fed, to be tortured endlessly, craving the pleasure it had come to expect.

  She was pushed onto a tilted slab of stone with her head at the lower end. Her wrists were manacled out to either side of her. Drawing her legs up, the imps pulled her thighs apart and secured them so that she couldn’t close her legs or lower them. The demons fell upon her then, as hungry for her flesh as she was for the pleasure they’d taught her. They nipped at her with the edge of their teeth, licked her, suckled her flesh all over. She gasped and moaned beneath the assault, falling at once into a drugged stupor of pleasure that made awareness of anything beyond that recede.

  A cock was pushed into her mouth. She suckled it feverishly as she felt a tongue thrust inside her, lapping hungrily at her passage and sending jolts of exquisite sensation through her each time it stroked the most receptive spot along her channel. Her body convulsed within moments. Unable to cry out for the cock in her mouth, she sucked it greedily, milking it until it was withdrawn.

  The feeding upon her did not cease and her body hardly touched down before it began to climb toward release again. Another cock was thrust into her mouth. Her jaws ached, but she accepted it with no more than a soft moan. Enthusiasm replaced her weary acceptance as her body coiled toward another explosive release and she began sucking with desperation. She had almost reached her second peek when the tongue was withdrawn from her pussy and a hard shaft speared
her, plowing past her resisting flesh and burrowing deeply. Even as he began pounding into her, her body siezed and began to convulse with release. When she had milked them both of their seed, they withdrew from her.

  She lay gasping for breath, aware of nothing but the dull pounding of her heart and her struggle to fill her lungs with air.

  The manacles were removed and she was rolled onto her stomach and dragged halfway off the stone slab before she was manacled again. Her legs were pulled apart and her ankles manacled as her wrists had been. The stone bit into her lower belly as her hips were seized and a cock thrust inside of her, its possession eased by the juices already coating her channel.

  The beast hammered into her mercilessly, slamming into her so hard each thrust sent a jolt through her. Despite everything, even without the pleasurable assault on her breasts, her body responded, climbing again toward a release that hit her so forcefully she cried out.

  When he had reached his own release, he moved away and another took his place.

  She groaned, but it seemed that no matter how weary she became, her body had become addicted to the drug of fulfillment and it struggled on and on, culminating over and over again until she reached oblivion.

  Chapter Eight

  Every muscle in Colette’s body seemed to have turned to jelly. They quaked weakly when she was taken at last to her cell. She was hardly even aware of reaching it and collapsing on her cot, hardly aware of Jala’s efforts to rouse her. After a while, Jala ceased trying to rouse her and left. Dreams invaded her sleep, tormenting her even there with the carnal pleasures she was trying hard to block from her mind.

  Nuri’s face invaded her dreams, as well, drawn, haunted, glittering with impotent fury, but she shied away from it.

  She didn’t want to think about him or what he’d done to her.

  His seed was growing in her belly. Why had he planted it there? Why?

  She pushed that question from her mind, too, unwilling to consider it, reluctant at the same time to consider that his overlord had promised to see to it that the demon’s seed did not prosper in her womb.