Slaves of the Demon Master

by Powerone

  She came all over the twin vibrators, flooding them with her juices. Her ass hole sucked up the other one into her rectum, and Cassandra had to hold onto it tight to keep it from being drawn too deep into the virgin passage. That would be saved for a cock, though she suspected that Ravenna never contemplated such a thing.

  Ravenna could barely stand when she was untied. Her body was exhausted. She didn’t say anything to Cassandra. She didn’t ask who it was or why. She didn’t want to know. The unexpected and unanticipated made it so much better. Each time that Cassandra would tie her up, her only thoughts would be whether a cock would take her. And she was sure that Cassandra had more plans to tie her up. More plans for that cock to visit her.

  * * * *

  Ravenna’s questions would be answered the following weekend.

  “Would you like to come over this weekend?” Cassandra would get the answer on how this progressed so far. She suspected she knew the answer but she wasn’t sure.

  “I’d love to.” She had a smirk on her face when she said it. “Do you have any surprises for me?”

  “If I told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise. But, I will tell you that you won’t be disappointed.”

  “That’s good enough for me. Should I bring the batteries?”

  “No, I have enough. You’re getting to be a real smart ass,” Cassandra teased her.

  “Maybe I should be punished,” she shot back.

  Cassandra left it at that, they could duel all day if she let her.

  * * * *

  Nothing happened all day Saturday, and it put Ravenna on edge. She suspected that Cassandra did it on purpose. They had a light meal for dinner and that was a hint to Ravenna. Or she hoped it would be. When they went into the living room, she expected to see the chair in the middle of the floor, but there was nothing out of place.

  “Over here, Ravenna.” Cassandra urged her to the center of the room. She put her hands on her shoulders. “Get on your knees.”

  Those words she’d hear a lot in the future, though she didn’t know it now. Cassandra pressed on her shoulders until she kneeled down. She knew why, her head would be at a convenient height, convenient to take a cock in her mouth. She never lost the image etched in her brain of the last time. But, her mind was obsessed with a thick cock in her mouth. The cock would be so big that it would have to be forced into her mouth and would fill every inch of it. She could almost feel it. Cassandra had rope in her hand that came out of nowhere. But, first, she stripped off Ravenna’s blouse until she was naked to the waist, but Ravenna was disappointed that she left her slacks on.

  A blindfold soon engulfed her eyes, blackness and the dreaded unknown overtook Ravenna’s body. Her hands were pulled behind her back, no asking, only taking. It took a minute to tie them but not the way she expected. Each wrist was tied to the corresponding ankle and pulled tight until it forced her body upright. Then, she felt her slacks opened and shoved down hastily until they got to her knees, unable to go any farther. Her thong was torn from her body with such ease.

  “Keep your head up.” Cassandra put her hand under Ravenna’s chin until her head was up. Cassandra waited until he entered and moved close to Ravenna. He was ready.

  “Ask for a cock in your mouth, Ravenna.” Cassandra would make her beg to suck a cock.

  She kneeled, ready to suck a cock of a man she never saw before, but she could see the shape of his cock in her head. Now, she’d have to ask for the privilege of doing it. She should resist, but she looked forward to this as much as she expected he did. She wondered what he’d do different from last time. She was bound differently but not that much difference. “I want to suck a cock.” She obeyed and went further. She opened her mouth.

  “Wider,” it was Cassandra’s voice that said it, but it was another’s fingers that pushed into the corners of her mouth.

  It was a man’s fingers in her mouth; she could feel them so much bigger than a woman’s fingers. They pried her mouth open until it yawned open wide, but they continued to stretch her lips. He wasn’t that big, why did he do this? She had taken him without much trouble last time. He was formidable, but nothing like this.

  He began to stuff his cock into her mouth. He sat the head of his cock on her lower lip, the pink lips so tempting and silky smooth. He kept her mouth pried open wide as he began to feed the rest of his cock through the tight hole of her mouth. The more he tried to jam it in, the harder he grew, and the bigger he got. It was a never-ending struggle to get inside her delicate mouth.

  She felt the familiar touch of a hot cock on her lip, but this felt different. It was smooth and hard, but it felt heavier, bigger, though she didn’t know how much bigger. Could a man get that much bigger when overly excited? She felt her lips stretched wide around the thick cock, feeling it grow bigger as he tried to jam into her mouth. She could do nothing as the fingers kept her mouth opened wide. She felt the pressure of the cock as it was shoved ruthlessly into her gaping mouth. It had to be a different man; she would have remembered something this big shoved into her mouth the first time. “GLLUBBG!” Drool ran down her chin as the thick cock continued to push in her mouth. The head of it finally popped into her mouth, but her lips barely closed a millimeter, the shaft almost as formidable. The head sat heavily on her tongue, feeling as though it weighed a pound, yet it moved so violently from the slightest movement of her tongue that tried to escape from being pinned beneath it.

  “That’s it, Ravenna; take it all inside your mouth.” Cassandra couldn’t believe anything that thick would fit inside her mouth, but he wasn’t to be deterred. Ravenna’s lips were wrapped around the shaft like a rubber band stretched to its maximum. Cassandra stood behind Ravenna and grabbed her head with two hands. She’d take the cock in her mouth one way or another.

  Ravenna felt hands hold her head, but they weren’t a man’s hands, but yet, they were just as determined. She couldn’t move her head, and now, the cock began to enter her mouth. It was a slow process as it filled her mouth. There wasn’t a spot that the cock didn’t fill. Her tongue was useless, pinned down by the heavy cock. She tasted some of the thick crème leak out, mixing with her abundant spit.

  He wished he could see her eyes as she took his cock. He hoped it was everything she wished for. It took him a long time to get half of it in her mouth. With his cock this thick, there would be no way he could shove it down her throat. It would be difficult enough to fuck her mouth, but he would use all his power to do just that.

  It was everything she imagined it would be and more. She didn’t think a cock could be that thick and hard, but he was relentless. It felt like her jaw would break and her lips would tear, but the cock never left her mouth. It continued to the depths of her mouth until it blocked her throat with the massive head. Her nostrils flared as she tried to suck in precious air. Her lungs were starved. The cock sat in her mouth but not for long. It started to withdraw, sliding ruthlessly back millimeter by millimeter. She finally felt the thick ridge on the head stretch her lips open wider, but then, it stopped, just before it would escape.

  It was such a delight for his cock with her tight lips wrapped around it so delightfully. When his cock threatened to break free, he shoved with his hips using all his power to drive his cock back into her mouth. It was difficult, but he refused to back off until the head slammed into her throat with a thud. Cassandra did a good job of holding her head still so he could penetrate her mouth deep. As soon as his cock hit her throat, he drew it back and then began to fuck her mouth.

  She didn’t think it was possible, but the cock in her mouth grew bigger as it began to fuck her. She didn’t think he could pull it out and then shove back in, but he did, and he began to pick up speed. She could do nothing but struggle to breathe, her mouth just a hole for him to fuck with his monstrous cock. It moved in and out, yet she never felt him push against her face with his body. She might have taken the girth of his cock, but she didn’t take the length. Her head was rocked back and forth in spite of the
hands that held her tight, unable to escape the brutal mouth fucking. Her mouth was flooded with more of his pungent cum.

  Cassandra almost felt bad for her. He took her for a long time; he never slowed down his penetration of her mouth. His cock was too big for anyone, but she took it, though she had no choice.

  She felt so helpless, stripped almost naked, her hands tied to her ankles, kneeling submissively at his feet as he shoved a cock that had to be as big as a small tree stump into her mouth. He tore it in and out; Ravenna had no choice but take it, knowing what would happen soon enough. She felt his cock grow bigger, it couldn’t get much bigger, or her mouth would be torn forever. She wished she could use her tongue to end this misery, but it was pinned under the massive weight of his organ. His thrusts became faster, and she could feel the end coming soon, but she was unprepared for what happened. He came in her mouth, but there was nowhere for his cum to go. His cock filled every inch of her mouth. His first jet of cum shot out when he was in deep in her mouth. His cock sat at the entrance of her throat. She coughed and gagged as it shot into her throat, going the wrong way. She was thankful he pulled back a slight bit before he shot again; this time, she gulped furiously to swallow as much of the thick crème as she could. It still took him a long time to finish. He shot a total of five times in her mouth. When he finished, her stomach gurgled from all the warm cum that filled her belly. He pulled his cock from her mouth, and her tight lips cleaned all the cum that coated it. At least she was free of it, swallowing the last of the cum. She heard him move away.

  Cassandra waited until he was gone and then untied Ravenna. This time, there would be no pleasure for her. She wanted to teach her that it was her job to give the man pleasure.

  It took a few minutes before Ravenna could speak. Her jaw felt like it was broken, and even with the cock gone, it still felt like it was in her mouth. This time, she said something. “I never knew that men could be that much different,” she confessed.

  “What makes you think it were different men, Ravenna?”

  “I might be a virgin, but I can tell a big cock from a monstrous cock. There is no way the same man could make his cock that much different.”

  “What makes you think he made it different? What were you thinking about before he came into the room today?” Cassandra saw the blank look on her face.

  It came back to her. After sucking the last cock, her mind conjured up this image of a cock that was so big that she’d barely be able to contend with it in her mouth. It was as though she dared herself to prove she could do it. “I couldn’t make his cock change shape and become so much bigger.” She thought for a second. “Was it the same man?” She wasn’t sure that she wanted to know the answer.

  “It was the same man, Ravenna.” She stated the fact and saw the look of surprise on Ravenna’s face.

  “No, I couldn’t, could I?” If it was the same man, she must have conjured up the monstrous cock. What else could I conjure up? What if I wished for a foot-long cock next time, a cock that would slide down my throat and choke me but give him such pleasure. Could I do that? Would I want to do that?

  No more was said about it that weekend. It was as though it never happened, but Ravenna couldn’t escape the visions in her head. It was she on her knees and a foot-long cock rasped painfully in her throat. She’d have to deep throat it. She knew she shouldn’t think of such a thing, just in case that Cassandra was correct and she could conjure up a cock in any size or shape that she wanted.

  Chapter 7

  The Perdition Boys

  It wasn’t until four years ago that the community cast their eyes on the Perdition boys, though by that time, they were becoming men. Soran was the first one to attend Wexter University then Vossler and finally Icas.

  Wexter might be located in upstate New York, but Soran didn’t look the part. He’d looked more the part if it was located on the California beach. Soran had a European look to his face, but his sandy-blonde hair didn’t fit that look. Now a senior, he was the oldest Perdition at twenty-one. He might have led a sheltered life until Wexter, but he made up for it since. He was popular, especially with the women. He could charm the pants off any woman, and he often did, though he never had a steady girl. That was by design. He had no desire to cheat on her, and he knew he could never be faithful to one, at least not one that he’d find at Wexter. Though that had changed in the last year; there was one, but she was spoken for. Soran stood over six feet, an athletic body trained on the football field. He wasn’t the captain of the team on purpose. He let others take the limelight.

  Vossler was a year younger than Soran, a junior. He wasn’t the athlete that Soran was; he was more the artistic type. He had the dark, black hair of a European along with the dark complexion, and some said he had brooding eyes. He had the lead in many of the universities dramatic plays. Soran charmed the women with his looks while Vossler did it with his words. He could play a good guy or bad, quote poetry as well as the bible. He knew exactly what each person needed him to be. In one more year, he’d come of age and be just as powerful as Soran.

  Icas was the youngest, nineteen and a sophomore. He was fair-skinned, not like the others. He was the politician. He knew the art of bargaining and used it to his advantage. He might be the youngest, but the other brothers always sought out his opinion. He’d be the president of the student council by the time he became a senior. He had the most to learn from Soran and Vossler.

  The three of them were inseparable, even though they chose different paths. It was rare when they weren’t together. Today was no different. The air was warm after the harsh winter. They were out on the quadrangle passing around a football. Naturally, Soran was naked to the waist, showing off his physique to the women that passed by. He was noticed.

  They took a break, leaning against the trees as they scoped out the woman that had joined them outside for the warm weather. “My power is strong since I turned of age, and yours are growing.” Soran felt an inner strength that he’d never felt before. Vale had foreseen this, but Soran still had a hard time grasping it.

  “It’s as though we’re invincible.” Vossler found it exhilarating, this new freedom they acquired. He couldn’t wait until next year when he came of age. He’d be unstoppable.

  Icas had the hardest time coming to grips with the power the other two had. He was still learning what he could do and tried to control it. He saw Becky walk down the sidewalk toward them. She was a junior, but that didn’t stop Icas’ attraction to her. She was from the city, sophisticated as well as intellectual. She was the head cheerleader for the football team, and naturally, she was the girlfriend of Buster, the captain of the team. It was almost a given that they’d be together. That didn’t deter Icas from trying to get her. “How about Becky?”

  “What about Becky, Icas?” Soran saw the way he looked at her. He knew Buster, a real jock and just as dumb.

  “I’d love to get into that.” He knew they already knew of his fondness of her and often made fun of him over it.

  Soran grabbed his shirt and threw it on. “Come on.” The two of them followed him until they caught up to Becky.

  Becky saw them approach, the three of them. The Perdition brothers. She stopped when they approached. “Hello, Soran.” She looked over at Vossler. “You were great in the play Friday night. Heather thought you were superb. You should call her.” She looked at Icas. If only he was older and she wasn’t dating Buster. “Hi, Icas,” she purred. She liked to tease him with what he couldn’t have. Her attention went back to Soran. “Great catch last week, Soran. Buster’s lucky to have you on his team. He’d never make as many points if it weren’t for your hands.” Now, Soran was the one she would love to feel his hands on her body, if only there was no Buster.

  Soran looked at her short blonde hair and that lovely body in the blue plaid skirt outfit. The skirt was short and revealed her long, lean legs. The sweater pulled tight over her blouse and hugged her breasts. He looked at her smile and saw the lovely pink li
ps so inviting. “Where are you off to, Becky?”

  “Back to my room, I need to get some studying in,” she lied. She barely studied, she didn’t need to.

  Soran took out a joint. “Want to relax a bit first?”

  “I shouldn’t,” but she looked at the joint and then at Soran. His eyes stared into hers as though he could see to the depths of her soul. She couldn’t pull her eyes from his, as though she was hypnotized. She’d known Soran for years and felt comfortable with him, none more than now. Not even his two brothers with him made her uncomfortable. They all stared at her so intently. Then, the word slipped out without any thought. “Okay.”

  Icas couldn’t believe she said that. He didn’t wait for her to change her mind. He locked arms with her and Soran on the other arm as they walked to her dorm. It didn’t take long, but Icas feared she’d change her mind. He was afraid to say a word as though it was break some kind of spell.

  Becky opened the door to her room and the three men followed her in. The door closed and locked with such finality. Her room was big, but the bed took up the majority of it. It was covered with a white comforter with four pillows along the headboard. It was more than big enough for more than one, Becky unsure why that statistic popped in her head. She looked over as Icas sat in her favorite chair, taking out the joint and lighting it. She inhaled the sweet fragrance from the smoke he blew out. He handed it to her, and she took it. It was as if everything was in slow motion, yet she hadn’t taken a toke out of the joint yet. Soran and Vossler were around her bed as if they waited for something. She took a deep drag from the joint and held it in her lungs as long as she could. She felt a gentle buzz, but nothing overpowering. She handed it to Soran.

  “Take another,” Soran urged her.

  “No, that’s okay.” She passed the joint to him. She stood there as the joint was passed around. She passed taking a drag when it was handed to her again, but the others took drags from it until it burned down to the end. Soran looked at her, and her body froze in place. It was strange, she was so relaxed, yet she felt something else. It was as though she had no control over herself. She’d smoked joints before and never felt like this.