Mind Control

Fantasm

a girl and her tentacle monster 11

sorry for this one, i currently posted it on another site and then copied it from there and pasted here, still readable tho! enjoy!—————————————————————-

Fantasm

Good Advice Is Fatal

Is it rape is you are forced to obey by a vampire…anyway i’ve tagged it as that, like it or lump it. I may turn this into a series, i have more ideas for this one, but that depends if you like it 🙂

Fantasm

Innocent Alice

This is just a rough copy of an original piece, thought I’d try something new completely. Inbox me or comment your thoughts on it? depending on the remarks I may well finish it.

Fantasm

Catle busenstien – tale 2

“Hi could you write about a couple I know? The wife is called Janelle. She is 40, kind of tall (5 ft 10 inches), still very attractive, short blonde hair, 38D breasts 30 waist 38 hips. She is strong willed, a nurse. She loves sex although she is devoted to her husband she misses the days when she was free to fuck as she pleased.
The husband is Kevin. He is 42, 6 foot 2 inches, wears a beard, and has dark brown hair, with some streaks of grey showing. He is heavyset, overweight. He is not well-endowed, having a 5.5 inch cock. He is thoughtful, kind, and a little kinky, loves his wife dearly and has no clue that she doesn’t feel 100% satisfied with their sex life.” An E-mailed reader’s request.
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Janelle had been getting steadily more bored, their holiday was running out of steam. Her husband had convinced her to come all this way for the scenery and to be together. However in the last three days he’d spent all his time milling around this excavation site. They had met a group of archaeologist’s earlier that week and had been convinced to visit their site deep in the hills of Transylvania.
The Romans had come just about as far as this before giving up and the border fort their new friends had found was well preserved just under the soil. Her husband had found the digging and shifting of dirt fascinating, Janelle unfortunately had not. The only real plus point for Janelle was that the tented encampment had a bbq every night; and she rather enjoyed the company of the younger students and academics.
That evening, she sat slightly worse for wear, drink the only thing readily available on the meagre site. And tonight to her annoyance the group had a new visitor and Janelle felt a little put out. Even her husband had fawned over the blonde woman who had kindly dropped off supplies. And now this new visitor sat with them laughing and fluttering her eyelids; some of the younger men around her like puppy dogs.
Seeing Janelle on her own Lady Busenstien came over to introduce herself. The younger woman was very polite saying how lucky Janelle was to be here with all these men. Janelle laughed and invited her to sit feeling that maybe she shouldn’t be so shallow. They struck up a conversation Kristen Busenstien explaining her village was the only one within 100 miles and she felt sorry for the poor dears out here with no where to re-supply.
Janelle thought how kind she had been, not snooty even though her aristocratic title would suggest it. Kevin who had paid little attention to his wife that evening came over to get in the conversation as well. Janelle felt the anger building again; already aware of how her husbands eyes had popped from his head when the black clad beauty had sauntered in earlier. As the drink flowed Janelle got more and more annoyed until finally she stood up and stormed off.
In her tent she felt foolish and embarrassed.
There was a person behind her.
“I hope it’s nothing I’ve done?” Whispered a sweet German voice.
Janelle turned to see Lady B. “Oh no, no it’s not your fault, just my husband he a typical man.”
Kristen smiled a knowing smile, “oh mm yes.” Then put her finger to her mouth as if thinking. “Why don’t you come back with me tonight, give him something to think about.”
Janelle thought for a second. “No I couldn’t.”
But the blonde beauty insisted.
“Ja, sure you can its only 50 miles. I’ll send the car back here to pick him up in the morning. Leave him a note. You’d love my home.”
She felt unsure. Kristen continued “You can both continue your holiday with me.”
Janelle finally nodded. “Yes why not, com’n let him stew for the night,” and she searched for a pen.
Janelle took a small bag and hurried out giggling with her new friend like naughty school girls. She had been wearing a denim skirt and boots with a denim top Cow girl style, and had decided it would be enough to keep the chill away.
“Ready when you are.” She said sniggering; Kristen having to take her arm the drink hitting home in the cold air.
The black Mercedes was parked a little away from the camp site and was only just visible in the near pitch black. Kristen opened the rear door. “Here sit in the back, ride in comfort.”
Janelle bent down to climb in. She peered inside and froze seeing a shape on the seat.
“Oh my God what oooh uggzzzzzzz!”
Her body went limp as she collapsed into the car. Kristen lifting her legs in; Tazer gun in her hand.
Janelle came around slowly, her head spinning her body uncomfortable, in fact very uncomfortable. The car was stationary though maybe a few miles from were it had been a quarter of an hour earlier. She tried to move then realized her arms were bound.
“Oh my.” She moaned looking down.
She was sat on the back seat arms tied back to either side of the rear window struts, so her shoulders were pulled flat to the back rest her bosom thrust out. The top 4 buttons had been undone and the denim barely held in her white soft tits. Below her dress had been pulled up to her waist, her long legs, boots still on spread very wide the ankles attached to unseen bonds in the foot well.
But it wasn’t this exposed position that made her moan. As she had got into the car she had noticed the rear seat; in the middle it appeared to have a hatch out of which a fat dildo sprang upright. Now that same dildo was almost missing the bendy Perspex shaft curving up into her twat as she sat straddling it.
Kristen was in the front seat looking over her shoulder.
“Just an hour or so trip my dear,” and with that she turned on the ignition. Janelle convulse with shock. The dildo must somehow have been connected to the drive shaft directly below as it began to vibrate matching the engine revs.
“Oohh God ooohh what oohh please oooooooo!”
Janelle gave a long moan her lips pouting eyes wild as the car set off on its long journey.
The ride was rough, pot holed and uneven. Each thud of suspension kicked back up into the poor woman’s cunt.
“Ooohhh.”
The vibrator was about 7 inches long, 6 inches inside. Her body was bound so rigidly in a seated position there was no way she could lift herself free. The cock buzzed, the thing filled with small ball bearings which wriggled and clattered sending tingling sensations all the way up her shaft.
“Ooh you fucking bitch ugggh oh ooohh!!” Wailed the short haired woman; her final blouse button popping bare breasts bulging out.
Kristen was looking in the mirror every so often, listening to Wagner on her stereo. The rubber cock was unrelenting, even when Kristen slowed to a halt the old engine still rattled transmitting the vibration deep into her slit.
“Uuggghh stop please awwwwww!”
But Janelle could get no sense from the Germanic bitch.
“Why, uggh stop why are you doinggg uggggggggggggggggggh, fuck fuckkkk!”
The sensations were getting unbearable, her thighs ached, her arms numb and it had only been 20 minutes. 20 minutes of constant deep holed vibration!
Kristen spoke, her blue eyes narrowing to slits a wicked glint in them as she looked in the rear view mirror.
“The cock must be really getting to you, no? The metals balls are so naughty don’t you think?”
She pulled over and leaving the engine running stepped out. Although now not as rapid, the thing continued to hum around her wet slit.
Janelle looked down between her legs.
“Oh God,” the bitch had greased the thing before mounting her on it. The white gel foam rimming her bare hole now visible. Also other juices, her own were appearing.
“Ohh no please!” She thought, the sensations building.
Kristen leaned against a tree cigarette in her hand listening to the chugging engine and the grunts in the rear cabin almost as if it was any other evening drive. Her captive had fine big tits and great child bearing hips. A little old maybe but the right looks and well she had to admit, she like breaking the fiery ones.
Louder and louder groans came from the car. She opened the door looking in.
“Get the fuuuuck off me you uggh bitch!” Screamed Janelle, as Kristen put her hand down to spread her captives pussy lips examining the fucked entrance.
“Umm your getting wet you dirty girl. I think I’ll help you along.”
And with that she produced a small pot scooping a glob of jelly out of it.
“Ooooooooh!” Janelle writhed more as the vixen smeared it onto the bound woman’s hardening clit.
The gel stung, burning making her see spots in front of her eyes.
“Ooh its burns uggggggghh.”
Kristen climbed back in to the driving seat and set of again, her captive red faced, sweat running down her neck between her barely contained tits. The sensations began to get too much, the humming, vibrating tool nudging deep, the friction on her walls now unbearable.
She had stopped making sense now only groaned and wailed the cabin so hot she felt she would pass out.
The climax came finally, her pelvis suddenly becoming tense, her clit fat and on fire.
Her pussy was flexing the fluid visibly oozing around the cock base onto the leather seat.
“Ohhoooooooooohh Jesus nooo! Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh”
She screamed; bucking, trying to wrench her arms and close her thighs.
Kristen carried on driving a smug grin on her face. Janelle was a sweaty mess.
“Uggh please let me of it now, ugggh!”
But it appeared she wasn’t going to.
“The gel will keep you excited for a little longer. I think you’ll come again before we get there.” Explained Lady B with a sexy over the shoulder wink.
Janelle was slumped half conscious in the backseat by the time the car neared the village. She had indeed come; twice more in fact; her puss now slack and very sore.
She could see a large dark castle on the cliff its windows illuminated, long deep slits; and as the car rounded a bend three figures appeared dead ahead. Janelle didn’t care about her exposed position, her energy completely sapped. It was man in camouflage; behind him two young men 16 maybe, both with large automatic pistols looking oversized in their teen hands.
Kristen leaned from the window. “Good evening.” She said in an elite manner. “And how are your boys? Teaching them well I see” She’d admired the stealth at which they had ambushed her.
The man spoke proudly. “They’re the best by far my lady.”
She smiled again. “Hmm good. Have them come to the castle tomorrow.”
The man snapped his heels and nodded as she drove off. “Jawol!”
Janelle once in the castle grounds was pulled from the car by a number of hands. The figures frog marched her inside her legs giving way. They half carried her along, boots scrapping on the polished stone floor. One helper was a man tall and athletic, the other a young woman dressed in a plain tight black dress uniform with black stockings and heels.
Kristen followed behind. “Lets not waste any time, we only have till morning.” She said in a professional tone.
Janelle finally hung in the warm tower room. From her stretched standing position she could see out of the narrow window 100 ft down to the village, a sheer drop. She had been stripped naked apart from her heeled cowgirl boots.
Though 40 her figure was firm, hips large, curving to a fine waist, her blonde short hair now almost brunette with black streaked highlights from the sweat. Her ass was slightly too large so were her boobs, as Kristen had observed, a fine fleshy wench. Her legs were apart supporting herself, her naughty shaved pussy (Something her husband adored) pouting embarrassingly.
Kristen was in front of her, dressed in flying trousers and boots, like a WW1 pilot. Along side was the young man panting after struggling to string his captive up.
“What are you going to do? Please just stop.” She moaned her arms aching.
Kristen explained delighting in telling her; the sweet German woman that she had met earlier now an evil lustful witch.
“You’re bosom is wonderfully round, nipples so fat. We have a device for milking them.”
Janelle moaned swaying slightly. Kristen trailed a hand across the bound woman’s waist as she struggled to pull away.
“Also I would so like to punish your ass.”
Janelle moaned again, “punish me, why? Milk me how? What the fuck for? Awww oh god someone help me.”
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Back at the camp Kevin read the note.
“Gone with my new friend Kristen, will send car at breakfast. Love Janelle.”
He rubbed his head. He’d been a fool. Why would she think he wanted that pneumatic blonde tart anyway; he loved his wife.
In the high tower Janelle was only able to watch as Hans, Kristen’s brother rudely groped each of her breasts rubbing the nipples, smearing Vaseline onto the pimply pink surround. They indeed did have a strange machine, like a compressor with two milking suction tubes coming from it. He couldn’t resist a quick suck on each nipple making her moan in disgust.
“Unnnn fuck!”
Then the machine started and the cups were attached with a filthy sucking noise.
“Slock!”
“Ohh shit uggg!”
The machine instantly began to tug the ends half an inch in. “Uggh!” The air was been removed the vacuum teasing the nipples.
The sensation wasn’t too painful more a continuous ache and throb. Her head was lolling to one side and she looked up over her lashes. “Ooooohh please!” She moaned horrified.
Kristen had a long syringe in her hand the end dripping fluid. Janelle froze gritting her teeth as the bitch injected one then the other tit.
“Hormone enhancement, very concentrated. Your breast will harden and grow slightly over the night as they produce the milk they think they need.”
Hans checked the attachments and nodded to his sister.
“Good, now can you leave us Hans?” Kristen said sweetly stroking a black whip with her long fingered hand. “We girls have a lot to get through.”
The suspended blonde wife screamed, her voice echoing around the tower. The caning of her ass was searing through her flesh to her thighs making them quake. The bitch was angling the whip to hit both cheeks. Acting like a school mistress, ordering her to bend more, informing her just before it hit.
“Ja, and another one.”
Whack!
“Hmm bend more! Over you go bitch. Again!”
Whack!
“Eewwwwwwwiieeee!” The spanked woman swayed and howled, the heavy suction tubes bouncing as her tits sprang forward.
As she whipped Kristen talked about the Reich. About her master race, how Janelle would give herself to the village, fucked by an Aryan superman to bare his child.
“No, no awwwww eieeeeeeeeeeee! My husband he’ll uuggghh find me.”
Kristen smiled pushing her victim’s shoulders forward to raise her ass for the next swipe.
“Yes my dear,” she laughed agreeing; “he will, he will.” Whack!
Finally, thankfully, Kristen stopped. Janelle exhausted hung limp. The milking cups making her tits sore, the enlarged teats throbbing at each piston suck.
“Try to sleep. By morning you’re tits will have swelled and the machine will be greedily filling its jar.”
And with that the tall vixen left the room not even bothering to lock the door. If you’d been passing the east tower at that moment the wail of despair from the turret high above would have filled you with dread.
Kevin awoke the next morning eager to see his wife. He washed and combed his beard, brushing the grey streaks in his hair back in long distinguished strands. He pulled his portly frame into his pants tugging the buckle tight on his belt.
Beep! Beep!
Outside his cabin was the familiar long black limousine. The driver was getting out. Tall, too shapely to be a man, the curvaceous creature walked slowly up to him, She was dressed in a chauffeurs outfit with peaked cap, her smile warm her feature reminiscent of a stunner he’d seen in a movie not long back.
“Good morning sir,” said Becky her perfect complexion highlighted by ruby lips, “your wife sends her love.”
The young beauty helped him load his cases and he lingered on her bent body as she filled the boot. She caught his eye and he blushed looking away.
“When you’re ready sir,” she purred.
The back of the car was spacious and he was grateful of the room; his large size and height usually cramped in taxis. The centre of the seat seemed to bulge uncomfortably apart from also been slightly damp, so he sat to one side therefore been able to glance at the captivating eyes of his young driver. She didn’t seem to want to engage in conversation, however from time to time she glanced back almost wickedly as she navigated the winding road.
He sat fidgeting a little bored then noticed a compartment on the back of the driver’s seat.
“A drinks cabinet maybe?” He thought to himself.
He twisted the catch and it opened, an old large book falling out. He caught it, opening the binder. He almost immediately slammed it closed again and just caught the eye of the girl watching him through the rear view mirror.
He blushed, but had to look inside again. The page he had opened on had one exquisite drawing; a woman, reminding him of Jessica rabbit, all hair and enormous tits. She was struggling as a man held her waist, his free hand inches from an enormous long nipple. The woman’s hips were wide curving down to another man, pliers in his hand the pincers just wide enough to take the girls erect tit point. His other hand was on his erupting long cock as he sprayed her statuses thigh and calf.
The hand drawn stunner’s eyes seemed to look out at Kevin, and he felt his cock hardening, his mind racing with thoughts. Her mouth was excited, cheeks puffed. She would feel the man’s finger nip her tit end hard any second. He would hold it for his friend to clamp his steel device around. She was on heat, lustful, how she would writhe, the spunk rubbing across her legs as she wriggled in pain and ecstasy.
His head was swimming! The secret Nazi geometry of lust etched into the art work unhinging his mind.
He sat back, red faced panting. “Oh,uhh cough, Jesus what is this?”
The girl continued to drive. “Are you ok sir?” Kevin felt his cock twisting in his pants trying to spring straight.
“Uggh just a little hot.” He replied trying to close the book.
He could see her long neck over the seat, red hair just visible tucked under her hat. Her face was so sexy, fat kissable lips, such a young taut body all dressed up prim and proper.
“Ooh fuck, its soo hot in here.” He moaned his brow glistening.
The car came to a halt Becky getting out and opening the rear door.
She climbed inside placing her round fabric ass on the seat her legs together. She took her hat off and her hair tumbled down the side of her face.
“Oohh I don’t feel too well.” He said then blushed realizing the obscene picture was still in full view of this red headed angel.
She gently closed the book putting it back were he’d found it.
“Oh God you’re so pretty,” he said without thinking. He couldn’t believe it; what was wrong with him, the cock in his pants rock hard. Becky smilled back wiping the hair from her face.
“Would you like to show me something sir?” She asked innocently her lips slightly open.
He gulped as she unbuckled his belt his pot belly bulging, his cock now straining through the fabric.
“Oh, miss oooohh!”
She unfastened his zipper the stubby thing fully erect sprang into view, her slim delicate hand stroked the foreskin tugging it down to its limit making his pink head judder.
“Oooooooo!
She tugged straight up and down her eyes amorous, lashes fluttering. Her long soft finger caressed his ribbed flesh her ruby nails scratching his tender head.
“Oh yes you horny little bitch ooohhhh!” He gasped unashamedly. She just continued to wank, a constant rhythm still sitting prim, eyes concentrating.
His hand grabbed her neck, “ooh suck it, suck it off!”
She gave him a hard slap across the face. “Sit back you worm, pull your pants down. Are your balls just as small?”
He gulped dragging his pants to his knees embarrassed his cock now red with the hard jerking. Her other hand reached down to cup and squeeze his nuts. He groaned his head swimming. “Be still!” She snapped as she increased her pace.
“Oh, oh, oh ooh, yes, yes, ooohhhhh!”
Becky gave a school girl yelp of delight as his prick shot, the spunk flying straight up like a stuttering fountain.
Two, three last tugs then with the slime across her hand she finally slowed and stopped. She climbed out wiping the come from her hand with a hanky chief not speaking a word.
And it was another 10 miles further on before Kevin stopped panting and pulled up his stained pants.
*****
Janelle had managed to get a few awkward dream filled hours sleep. Her arms had gone completely numb and she had to be help to stand. Her tits were also sore beyond belief the ends now weeping white liquid the jar ahead of her now a quarter of a pint full. She gave the first of what she knew would be many groans that day. “Stop pleaseeeeeeee!”
Hans examined the bottle.
“Very good a impressive amount from such a lovely new cow.”
She sensed someone else in the room. It was the two teenagers that she had seen last night on patrol. Both were naked their bodies firm, smooth, hairless. Hans undid her hands from the bounds and she fell to the floor mat. Her first instinct was to pull the tit suckers but the seals were too tight she just spasmed with pain.
Hans crouched down, “these young men are going to fuck you hard. Their seed is important to us; your tits are ready for pregnancy, be assured your womb is too.”
The two boys were erect, their cocks hard, lightly haired and pink. They descended on her while Hans watched. Janelle could only groan her mind accepting the inevitable.
“Oh god this is it!”
Janelle had never been with two men before. She felt hands all over her, on her hips, under her neck inside her thighs. The young boys cocks were slapping her leg and waist the owners frenzied with teenage lust.
“Look at her tits, ahh ooh fucking slut!” Slap!
“Bend her over; how do you like that bitch?”
She howled as one fingered her anus two digits in. The other stroked her tits getting the same response.
“Good there so hard and fucking sore.”
She bucked as the other also groped in delight.
“Open that mouth, come on swallow some cock.”
Janelle dry mouth filled with hot young flesh. These boys were young enough to be her kids and she slurped in disgust on his young tender head.
The other was pulling her up onto her knees her lacerated ass stinging to his touch.
“Uggh yeah uggh fucking knell you bitch oh ooohhh yeahhhh!” She coughed on the mouth cock the other young blood easing up her pussy.
“Oh heavens ohhh please!” She wailed in her head.
The boy was thrusting hard making her gag on his friend’s tool.
“Ugh, ugh, oh you’re tight and hot, uggh!”
He reached round gripping, her tits tubes clattering on the floor. She shook in discomfort her breasts still squirting over and over filling the jar. He lent back to begin his serious penetration, “ah, ah, ah, ah.”
His friend slapped her face away from his cock.
“Too much whore I nearly filled your mouth!”
Hans was supervising making sure the boys would empty up her with their loads. “Now harder yes, yes do it.” The young mans first spurt was weak, his second a torrent.
Janelle gasped feeling her walls splattered with Aryan seed. His cock quickly subsided and in disappointment he withdrew.
The other boy was more patient, he caressed her butt.
“Stay on all fours you horny cow.”
The room was silent just the sucking of the machines and Janelle now constant low moan of discomfort. The boy pressed onto her.
“Hold still uggh yes ugggh that’s deep uggh ah ah ah!”
She rocked obediently his hands on her shoulders and back thankfully letting her abused tits hang loose. His cock was long and firm and she gulped as he fucked hard nudging her deep inners, “Oh, oh, oh!”
She grunted to his enormous delight. “Yes you like it, come on work that fat ass uggh it’s coming its coming ooohhhhhh!”
Her throat swallowed as she felt him fire a wad inside her pussy.
Suddenly the sucking machine fell silent and Hans caressed her sore tits. He smiled, slightly twisting the tubes and she gave a screech as each nipple was plucked from its glass vacuum.
Slock!
One of the teenage boys was near her again this time with a strange mask, wires hanging from it. The woman screamed as he fastened the mind device over her sweaty face pulling it tight. Voices started in her ears, then lights then she yelped as Hans began to cane her ass, last nights punishment not deemed enough.
Kevin had only just recovered from the temptresses attentions when his transport spun into the courtyard. The blonde beauty he had seen last night was waiting there looking even more stunning in the day. He climbed out sheepish wondering what his driver would say. But Becky just smiled and walked into the main hall.
“My wife, is she here?” He asked feeling relieved.
“Of course but she’s showering I believe.” Kristen explained smiling warmly. “She’s a very fine woman.” Kevin nodded proudly in agreement He was then escorted inside to the drawing room.
He sat on a long luxurious sofa; Kristen sitting across from him long legs crossed her appearance immaculate. She began to explain all.
“I’m afraid Janelle is going to be staying with us from now on.”
As she spoke at length he frowned confused. The woman was mad, what the hell was she talking about. Stay here, new husband, master race?
He got up face turning red with anger. In the door way he saw his wife, dressed only in a towel her hair wet, legs still damp.
“Janelle what’s going on what are you doing for Christ sake?”
Escorting her in was Hans also in a towel. Kevin’s anger grew and he stammered unsure of himself.
“Li… listen, I want some explanations.”
“Be quiet!” Demanded Kristen,” and sit down!”
Kevin tensed his arms, his hands as fists.
“Don’t be a fool you are no match for Hans, accept it.” Kristen said her voice now bellowing.
Kevin saw the man’s six pack figure, a body engineered by his evil father to perfection and he reluctantly relaxed.
“Sit now!” The uber bitch demanded, and Kevin’s knees gave way.
Hans also sat down Janelle kneeling at his side. Her face was tired her eyes blank. At the door now stood one of the young men in full black kit swastika on his arm. In is hand an old ww2 machine pistol. The gun was well oiled and obviously in full working order. He approached levelling the barrel towards Kevin.
Kristen introduced the young buck.
“This is Janelle new husband; she’ll soon be bearing his child, if he’s not impregnated her already.”
Kevin shook with rage the boy’s eyes delighted, showing he’d already sampled his new busty wife.
Hans unfastened his towel exposing his long limp cock, totally bald.
“A demonstration I think!” And Janelle nodded placing her head in his lap her mouth swallowing the floppy monster.
“Ooh god no,” Kevin choked not knowing what to do.
She began to take long slurping sucks the head expanding the shaft quickly hardening. Hans leaned back caressing her head.
“Lick under the head, ahhh yes swallow deeper ugghh! Suck harder good!”
Janelle obeyed her cheeks bulging in her mouth full of saliva,” slurp, suck!”
Kevin shook his head over and over as the man’s cock became enviously hard. Janelle savouring his pink fat head her lips wet with her own juices.
Kristen smiled enjoying the view. “Your wife has such a lovely ass. I’m afraid it’s a little sore at present; but still full and womanly.”
Kevin could see her butt pressed out, the towel only just reaching below her waist. Her cheeks were bruised; long straight welts where she had taken the cane punishment.
Kristen continued with her teasing. “Have you ever fucked her rear hole? Hmm no? Do you think she could take his cock up there?”
Kevin was shaking, his wife been so obedient not even flinching when Kristen had said what she had in store for her.
Hans ordered his new slave to stand up, and then tugged the towel away so she was fully exposed. Janelle just groaned a little as he pulled her down onto his lap facing away from him. Kevin began to shout. “No Janelle for God’s sake.”
Hans put his arm under her closed knees and raised both legs tight together. Her ass stretched and Kevin could see the hard cock sliding against her butt crack. Her hands were down spreading her cheeks the pink anus winking at him as Hans pointed his cock towards the tight entrance. His wife gave a long moan the cock forced against her hole. Hans was lifting his waist pushing slowly but firmly.
Janelle gasped then gave an anguished groan as her ass was slowly busted open.
The cock was disappearing between her stretched rectal mouth. Her swollen breasts were pointing to the roof as her back arched her teeth gritted the cock now 4 inches and more inside.
Kristen laughed. “The bitch likes it.! Look at how her ass hole is stretched round my brother’s cock!”
Kevin couldn’t take his eyes of the seated couple. The man’s fat balls almost the only visible part of his cock the shaft sucked inside her. Then he slowly pulled out making Kevin wince with the length of shaft he had eased up her. Janelle gave a satisfied yet painful moan.
“Ohh yesss master ugghh!”
He jerked back up gripping her waist holding her knees high.
“Ugghh master! Ohh ohhh!”
He began to pump her ass red with the friction her face tensed but aroused,
“Uggh uggh oh fuck, uggh yeah, yeah arrgggg shit, shit ugghhh!”
He gave a grunt as his cock came too far out springing from her hole, the black void visible as her muscles tensed back close. She shrieked as he hungrily forced it back in.
“Ja, ja!”She gasped her accent now with a taint of German. Her nails clawed the back of the seat as she struggled to hold herself steady his bucking becoming rampant.
“Oh, oh, oh, more, more fuck me ugghhhhhhhhhh!”
Janelle was shaking in sensation the fucking going on and on her husband drawn and despairing. Hans was an insatiable stud, would his cock ever tire? The man’s bull size ball flapping in his hairless scrotum as the stud controlled his entry fast then slow holding the woman up and exposed using her like his own personal wanking device.
“Ah, take it you bitch ugghh.”
He fixed a satisfied glare at Kevin. “Uggh your wife she’s soo hot, ugh I’m coming I’m filling her!”
Janelle’s mouth pouted like a fish gasping out of water as her lover gave a thunder of thrusts ejecting inside her busted canal. He hosed inside her before allowing her legs to fall pushing her from his lap. Janelle fell to her knees, hair matted, shoulder aching moaning over and over.
Kristen stood up snapping her fingers to the teen standing with the gun.
“Take her old husband away, he’s seen enough.”
Kevin hardly resisted, standing sobbing his hands shaking, his brainwashed wife still sprawled on the floor in a world of her own.
Hans shouted back to the young man, “and then take your broodmare home.”
The boy nodded, making a mental note to fuck her in the ass once her pregnant belly had grown too large.
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Castle Busenstien had so many rooms and corridors; even Becky after many months could still not always remember which way was quickest. She had just shown her latest guest to their impressive quarters and as she returned she passed a locked door she now rarely visited. She paused, searched for the key and then entered the dim windowless space.
The room was meagre more like a cell, a bed and a few items the only comforts. In the middle of the room was a long teak chest, holes punched in its top.
This was where the cells occupant spent most of his daylight hours.
She kicked the side then knelt down unlatching a small hand size hatch three quarters of the way down. She reached in feeling her way. Kevin wriggled laying on his back facing up his black mask and gag stopping him from producing more than feint grunts. She found her target and began to tug at the small stubby cock, its shaft now pointing eagerly out of the hole.
“Good boy,” she purred, as she gave the gimp the same loving hand job she had done in the car many times since.
Inside the box Kevin saw nothing, only heard her soft voice and felt the only human contact he now had these days. He wondered if his wife even remembered him, her life now so different from his. Becky’s hand was beginning to blur, the jerking so fast; and in a few wonderful moments he would erupt in frustration and delight.
He knew her red lips were only inches away yet never once had her wide mouth tasted him. In his head he pleaded knowing in torment that his desire would never be fulfilled.
“Oh please… Suck, suck in the name of the fatherland suck!”
Thank you for your request. Feel free for anyone to mail me their ideal babe for the Busenstien treatment. Finc

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Bachiatari : Ami’s Predicament

A woman riding the train home at night meets and unexpected – and unnatural – man. If you don’t like it, let me know why. I will never improve if I don’t know what’s wrong.

Fantasm

a girl and her tentacle monster 10

As my tentacles began to drink from big sis’s new and improved tits, the ones plugging my own finally released. The pressure did not go away, my nipples not spilling a drop to my initial disappointment. They had grown again from the volume they now held, now about as big as Mommy’s, and I could feel the weight had significantly jumped from the thickening of the milk. I quickly got up again, pulling my soon to be breeding sister from the floor. She seemed hurt that I had stopped her from gobbling up my kitty’s juice, but seemed to forgive me when I pushed her head to my chest.
Her lips closed around my left nipple, the sucking drawing my milk out and giving me some relief. My sigh matched the moment it hit her tongue, and I could see her tasting what had become more of a thick, heavy cream rather than milk for a brief moment before a hunger of unbelievable proportions engulfed her. She grabbed my right tit roughly and pulled its nipple to her mouth as well, mashing them together so she could feast on both at once. When I heard her moan and watched her shudder in as intense and orgasm as I’d given any of them with my tentacles, I knew this was something new. When I remembered the same milk was now in the redhead’s eight much larger tits, I couldn’t help but laugh.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, where the “other” me was, I knew there was yet more to do to the sobbing girl before I could let the others partake of her bounty. Pulling her over, I lay her on her back, the needle tentacles still plugging her up and letting her already absurd tits grow larger with each passing moment. Grabbing my big sis away from the three-way kiss she, Mommy, and little sis were enjoying, I laid her on top of the redhead, enjoying the reversal of fortune from earlier this entailed. Big sis silenced the other girl’s continued crying with a wet kiss, massaging two of her tits at a time to ease the pain of her continued growth.
It occurred to me at this time that, even though I’d been here for several hours, I’d done very little to many of the girls. Being thorough was one thing. Being neglectful was another. There were now plenty of girls to begin feeding those yet to gain my full attention, and I had plenty of milk to sate my appetite for the time being. My tentacles shot out, wrapping up the remaining ten girls, their cries of fear and surprise mixed with arousal coming as music to my ears.
Daddy pulled out of the Asian girl’s mouth, having packed her stomach as full as I had her womb, and helped her roll back so that her tits were available. As I sat two of the blonde girls before her, Daddy reached down and pulled their heads to the smaller girl’s nipples, holding them there till the hormones coursing through their veins and the smell of the leaking milk drove them to drink.
Similar situations unfolded as I made the second brunette and one of the black girls drink from the older Asian woman, got Mommy to feed both tiny breasted blondes, and took special delight in making the last black girl and the huge titted blonde suckle at little sis’s chest, her tiny frame and huge belly looking even stranger two much larger and older girls at her mercy. For the last two, the twin Latinas, I brought them over to me, pushing them into my breeding sister’s chest. Their terror at being so close to me, the source of this madness, aroused me intensely.
I waited till they went docile, not a long wait, before releasing my hold on them and putting the tentacles to better use. They didn’t fear me any less; I had just crushed their flight and fight instincts, the chemicals and mental suggestions bombarding their minds until they didn’t even realize there was an option to run or refuse. My tentacles rubbed all over, teasing them mercilessly but not letting them cum, waiting for the begging I knew would happen.
With things now nicely set up, all my girls properly attended to, it was time to resume impregnation. I positioned myself so that the tips of my twin cocks brushed against big sis’s and the redhead’s kitty, more tentacles helping hold up my breeding sister as she continued to drink and the Latina twins as they fed from her. The needle tentacles pulled away from the redhead’s now insanely huge tits, big sis no longer able to kiss her due to being lifted up so high, not a drop of milk coming out in a mirror of mine. She cupped them in her arms, begging me to drink before she exploded. I grinned, holding a few cock tentacles over her tits and letting the slime from them wash over the flesh, instructing big sis to rub it in. When I told her she had plenty more growing to do, her face fell again. She stopped her crying, acquiescing to my whims at last.
On my orders, big sis grabbed a tentacle at a time, bringing it to the girl’s overstretched nipples. The redhead just looked on in horror, knowing resistance was pointless, as big sis pressed the first one into the opening. Even though each tentacle was a good inch and a half in diameter, big sis still forced them in like a good girl. The redhead gritted her teeth as, one by one, her tits were stuffed again by something far larger than what had just left them. It took her a few seconds to realize each tentacle continued to leak their pre-cum slime even as they plugged her, and she looked at me, begging with her eyes for me to stop, but I just licked my lips and began pushing.
Both were virgins, though big sis was more of a “technical” virgin in that she’d lost it to a tampon rather than a proper cock. Her hymen had been torn, but remnants of it remained, at least until I tore the rest away. Both were incredibly wet, their kitty muscles spasming around me from an infinite number of mini orgasms. It took me only a few thrusts to hit their inner barriers, the sensation of fucking both of them at once up to their cervixes an indescribable one I would have to try again.
As I began thrusting in and out, I also began fucking the redhead’s tits with slow, firm strokes. As much as she had begged me to stop my abuse of her tits in words and body language, the response I got from this action was immediate and intense. He arched her back in the beginning of a massive multi-orgasmic explosion that shook the entire pile of bodies atop her. She screamed in pained delight, her nipples so sensitive that the slightest touch set her off all over again.
Not to deny my big sis this kind of pleasure, I moved a trio of tentacles towards her ass, spreading the cheeks with my hands before sending them right in. She squeaked in surprise, grunting in discomfort for a time before shaking in her own incredible orgasm. The redhead reached up and pulled the tentacles away from my big sis’s breasts, pinching down hard on them and sending a large spray of milk all across her own chest, face, and hair, getting the result she hoped for as my big sis’s waning orgasm gave way to yet another. The twin grips on my cocks were so strong I almost wasn’t able to keep moving, my heightened senses waiting for just the right second before I lunged forward, driving through the final barriers and forcing my cocks into their wombs.
With the both of them screaming at the top of their lungs in abject joy, I forced more and more tentacles up big sis’s ass, the slime letting her stretch to truly incredible size. As a dozen thick tentacles dove up her intestines, her stomach bulged in a twisted snaking motion. Two of the original three stayed near the entrance, planning to douse her rectum with my seed, and the third joined the new ones until they passed into her stomach. There it stayed, waiting to add more semen to the milk and cum sludge that filled every crevice.
Her throat bulged obscenely until the tentacles opened her mouth and wriggled around for a moment. The redhead looked at them, absolutely stunned at what she was seeing, her gasping and moaning continuing regardless as I fucked her womb larger. Big sis pulled the other girl’s hands from her own tits and held them to her bulging stomach, the two of them feeling the pulsing mass embedded in her, the thrusting of my cocks reverberating through it all.
The redhead knew what was expected of her, and finally did it without being forced to. Even as her tits continued to expand ever larger from the milk backing up and the slime flowing steadily into them, she opened her mouth and let the slime and drool from my big sis’s mouth drip into her own. She swallowed again and again for almost a minute before trying to lift her head so that the tentacles would come to her. As a reward, I sent them all forward at once, plunging the lot of them into her throat and pushing onward in a reverse of what I had just done to big sis.
Unable to kiss, the tentacles formed a foot long bridge between the girls’ mouths. I heard gasps from around the room, my un-bonded harem girls looking on in horror at what they knew would be their own fate but unable to tear themselves away from their feeding. The bulge moved down the redhead’s esophagus, through her stomach, then forced her belly to expand as they moved through the winding path of her intestines.
When, at long last, they pushed their way free of her ass, I quickly sent half into each of their kitties, right along side my thrusting cocks. I threw all my strength into each thrust, the slapping of flesh echoing through the room. The two girls seemed barely conscious, their eyes nearly rolled back into their heads, as I felt that same twinge build. I quickly pulled my breeding sister away from my tits and set her head down near our kitties, pulling a tentacle out of each of my victims and pushing it deep down her throat. With the two Latinas suckling and looking on with her, I let her watch up close and personal how I knocked them both up.
I felt my cocks and tentacles expand in size, the semen rushing through the tentacles even as my cocks began filling the two girls with gush after gush of potent sperm. Even through the tentacles, I heard the redhead screaming in real pain, even as she orgasmed, knowing the tentacles fucking her tits were unloading pint upon burning pint into her already overstretched mammaries.
It took a bit longer for it to pass through, but the semen pumping through my other tentacles hit their marks. They had wound their way around my cocks, stroking each one even as they all began coming, the volume flowing directly towards their now hyperactive ovaries increasing six-fold. My breeding sister greedily slurped up all the sperm being shot down her throat watching in fascination as I just kept coming and coming.
Like all the others, the two girls’ bellies began to balloon outward. Big sis was lifted upwards evenly, the redhead’s tits growing to keep pace with her belly. Not once did any of them show the slightest bit of sag, the flesh supple yet firm and letting them hold their shape even with their now incredible mass. The extra cum flowing into big sis’s ass and stomach began squirting out both ends, dousing the redhead and myself in a fresh coat of thick, pure white semen. We could see their eggs being fertilized en masse, both muffling noises through the tentacles that sounded like “thank you”, our collective orgasms winding down through many smaller aftershocks.
I panted from where I lay across my big sis’s back, slowly pulling my tentacles out of the two girls along with my cocks. I pulled big sis off the redhead, laying them next to each other as I admired my handiwork. Big sis sported a proud, nearly 8 months pregnant-looking belly full of my young, her hands rubbing all over it, and even over the bulge in her stomach, still visible even with her womb so over full. I’d planted a different kind of surprise in her stomach and intestines with those tentacles, but she wouldn’t know about that till they matured.
The redhead’s belly was just as large, but her tits dwarfed even it. It might seem excessive to you, but it was necessary in order to feed the legions of young that would soon be born. In fact, I was already eyeing the rest of them, wondering how many others would be fit for this transformation. I watched as she took the top two tits and twisted them around, easily reaching her mouth as she began to feed. The cum and milk mixture would be pleasure incarnate. Unable to resist, I sent out six of my sucker tentacles to begin feeding from the free ones.
As soon as I did so, any and all tiredness left my body, and my energy levels increased yet again. My twin cocks sprang back to life, larger than ever, and were promptly engulfed by my breeding sister’s mouth. I forced her mouth up and down violently, hearing her choke on them in mid-orgasm, and began cumming almost immediately. After the first few spurts, I pulled free and began coating her head and chest in a paste of cum, the insanely arousing drought coming from the redhead’s tits not letting me stop for a full three minutes.
Having completely soaked her black skin in my white cum and left a massive puddle of semen on the floor, the smell of sex was completely overwhelming. I let her go, letting her scrub herself in the pool of sperm, and turned my attention to the twin Latinas. Being so close, they had been completely bowled over by the glut of pheromones, and were now fucking each other furiously. When they saw me looking at them, they immediately stopped and turned their kitties toward me, raised them up in tandem and begged me to impregnate them.
Well, since they asked so nicely…

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the dark wizard chronicles chapter 1, the first time

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“Jonathan s. Bolton, the jury has reached a decision, you are hear by expelled from hogwarts school of witch craft and wizardy for the use of the imperious curse, the Cruciatus Curse and the rape of fellow students Milly Syant, Amanda Syant, and Samantha Stone when you step out of the court room, your wand will be confiscated and broken, good day to you, and consider yourself lucky you are not being carted to Azkaban as we speak *sigh* do you understand your sentence” said the judge getting up and levitating her paper work after her as she left the court room.
jon stared up at her with a look sly smile and a half hearted “yep”
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“Your wand boy” said the auror in the hall with an out stretched hand
“of course” said jon with the same sly smile pulling his wand out of his robe and holding it out a few inches from the auror hand but as the auror reached out for it jon turned the wand at him and whispered “avada kedavra”, the auror fell on his back, his glazed over eyes stared without being able to see into Jons eyes, Jon gave small laugh under his breathe and looked down the dark corridor, wondering why they would leave a supposed “dark and dangerous wizard” to be handled by one auror, the thought insulted him but he had other things on his mind, get back to what he loved most, power.
jon turned on the spot and apperated. he opened his eyes and he was in a dark alley half a world away, he figured the ministry would be looking for him so he might as well have some fun while he had a minute, before going on the run again.
Jon walked out of the alley and along a quite street somewhere in New York, a place he hadn’t been to in 10 years. it was about 9pm, and Jon was walking along each house looking in at the occupants, first relishing in the fact that he knew he would never get sentence to Azkaban, his family was to well connected, both his parents, 3 of his uncles and 2 of his aunts worked high up in the ministry, his father being good friends with the minister himself. Although Jon knew from this day forward his father would never look him in the face again, but Jon did not care, it no longer mattered. For jon had a dark desire, and that was for power and sex, it was how he got kicked out of Hogwarts, his memory began to wondered…
he was standing the 7th floor corridor of Hogwarts practicing the Cruciatus Curse on a mouse that he had cornered next to the tapestry at the very end of the hall. The mouse was screaming loud screeches of pain from its small mouth, Jon smiled and giggled to himself quietly, it was the middle of the night and Jon was far from the slytherin dormitories where he belonged at this time of night, but he had always regarded rules as guide lines, to be broken.
He kept at the rat till it stopped fighting and just laid on it side crying quietly with each cast of the curse. Jon grew bored and stood up straight, looking down at the mouse.
“Your expendable now, avada kedavra” he said and with a flash of green light the mouse laid limp and lifeless. Just as the hall went dark and the moon was the only light around, he heard a noise at the end of the hall. He thought it might be filch on a nightly round, but he was wrong, it was Milly syant, a Ravenclaw in the year below him she was also the Ravenclaw house Prefect in her year, she was a sweet girl that was very intelligent and eager to please superiors. She had light skin and midnight black hair was about 5’4 and had ruby red lips and about a 36c chest and very round plump ass. She was wearing a white uniform shirt half buttoned, and short pants.
Jon felt a stir in his pants as his cock started to grow inch by inch as he watched her walk from the shadows.
When she was about 10 feet ahead and about 5 feet away from the girls lavatory he stepped out of the shadows and said “hello”
She jumped and gave a small yelp
“oh my god you gave me a freight, hello” smiled Milly at him “just have to wash my hands, friend of mines Mimbulus mimbletonia shot some of his bogey slime all over them, look” stretching out her hands so that he could see.
“You don’t say, not saying that not interesting but its bored me, but I have an idea” said Jon as he gave her a dark look and a twisted smile, staring at her with eyes of dark desire.
“y-yeah?” said Milly no longer feeling comfort and trying to keep the fear out of her voice, remembering she didn’t have her wand if she needed it.
“Yeah, how about you show me those tits of yours, that would sway my boredom” said Jon with the same twisted smile
Milly winced and had a look of utter shock on her face, but a moment later the words sunk in and she grew angry “how fucking dare you, you sick twisted freak, I would never, you bleedin toss pop” said Milly still feeling scared turned to run back down the corridor, but only got two steps before she fell to the floor with a feeling that felt like 1000 white hot knives stabbing into every part of her. A blood curdling scream escaped her lips
“Silencio” barked Jon pointing his wand at her mouth and the scream disappeared as fast as it came he smiled and leaning down next to her “how did that feel? That was the first time I’ve ever got to use the cruciatus curse on a human, I have to say, it was fun. Now here are your options you filthy mudblood, you either let me indulge in my sexual fantasies or I will be force to indulge in torturing you, I’m fine with either, but its up to you”
Jon stood back up and waved his wand at her mouth to lift the silencing charm. Milly looked up at him with desperate and tearful eyes and uttered “please don’t” in a breathless voice.
“Please don’t is not an answer to either question, maybe another little push should help you make your decision” smirked Jon
“No don’t!” yelled Milly
“crucio” said Jon in a small whisper.
Milly body jerked and burned as the knives on magic pushed into every part of her body. But she help back a scream, because she feared it would cause the continued torture.
“are you ready to choose?” questioned Jon darkly
“ill do anything you want just please stop hurting me, anything, just please don’t penetrate me, im still a virgin” cried Milly through a waterfall of tears.
“first you will stop crying or I will be forced to continue, second of all…virgin huh? Well sure I would never take that from you” smirked Jon and her tears stopped immediately, feeling powerful he decided not to slow his roll “get up”
Milly stood up slowly and stood as he had told her, shaking alittle.
“now walk filth” said jon, they walked up and down the hall three times, a door appeared on the blank part of the wall. Milly looked utterly bemused but Jon looked at the door and smiled, like he knew it was coming. Jon forced Milly into the room with the end of his wand and as she looked around she was horror struck at the content of the room, there was a bed, a ball gag, a closet full of toys, devices and lingerie, a few whips mounted like cross swords on the wall, and mirrors on all the walls.
“I like it, what about you?” laughed Jon in an evil way.
“uhhh yeah i-” Jon pushed his wand into her back “-yeah I really do, its perfect”
“glad you approve, now if you will remember mudblood, I believe I had a request before” said Jon sitting on the bed still pointing his wand at Milly “let me see them boobs”
Milly stared at him for a second and lowered her hand to the white button up shirt she had thrown on in her haste to get to the bathroom. She started to unbutton it slowly, her red bra came into view on the 4th button, the bra was a size to small and her breast were coming out of the bra at all sides. Jon stared at her without blinking as the shirt fell to the ground, and she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. It unsnapped and she lowered it from her breast, exposing her small round bright pink nipples.
“stop there filth, come over here” Barked Jon with a ear to ear smile.
Milly was shaking but she stepped over till she was standing less then a foot from Jon and the bed.
“good” said Jon grabbed her left tit and fondled it hard, and sucking vigorously on her right tit. Milly just stared forward and pretended she was somewhere else, anywhere else. This kept up for at least 5 minutes; Jon never lifted his face from her breast once.
“alright, now off with the rest of your cloths, make it fast” said Jon finally lifting his face and wiping his mouth.
“but you said you wouldn’t! you cant you promised you wouldn’t rape me!” screamed Milly in a half scared half tearful voice
“hahaha I lied, im getting that pussy tonight, now do as I say…..or die” smiled Jon clearly enjoying himself
Milly started crying and this time Jon let her cry, it seemed to be giving him sweet pleasure to watch, she dropped her pants immediately and pulled her red panties down and kicked them behind her, her pussy was pink and completely shaven, Jon reached up and shoved 3 fingers deep into her pussy.
“eeer!” screeched Milly in a quiet voice.
“hmmmm that’s the sweet stuff, you know what, I don’t think its fair that you can lose your virginity without doing any work, it will be much more pleasurable for you, to ride my cock” Laughed Jon in his usual evil way.
Milly looked at him in horror as he lay back on the bed and pulled his pants off to expose his 8 inch cock standing fully erect. He shot her a look that chilled her to the bone as he lay there waiting. She wanted to protest but she knew she had no choice; she climbed up on the bed and lowered herself over his cock slowly. When she hit the top of the cock she stopped for a moment as a tear ran down her face, she pushed his cock in inch by inch stopping half way down and coming back up slowly.
“that’s right ride me you filthy mudblood” said Jon reaching up to fondle her breast as they hung in his face, over come by the soft moist pussy now sliding up and down him cock building speed with each thrust.
Milly closed her eyes, unable to look at herself in the mirrors that surrounded her, she was in so much pain, she looked down and saw blood gently creeping out of her pussy onto his dick, she could not look for more then a split second then looked up at Jon’s face, his eyes were cold and lack any emotions when he said “your not worthy to look my in the eyes mudblood, look away”
“arghhhh” screeched Milly as Jon squeezed her breast as hard as he could almost making his fingers meet around her tits.
Jon felt a building in his cock with every thrust and he knew he was near cuming, he started to hump back hard, causing her to wimper, but he didn’t care he was seconds from cumming, he arched his head back and let his whole body tighten as he unloaded himself insider of her.
“no please don’t cum in me please!” screamed Milly trying to get off but he grabbed her legs and held her down pushing every inch of himself into her. As soon as he emptied the last drop into her, motioned her to get off of him.
“you’ve got what you want, now please let me go” cried Milly standing up as blood and cum flowed down her thighs.
“hahahaha, no I don’t think so and I think you need to show me some Respect scum, when you speak you will call me sir, and are you seeing my cock, look at what you did to it” said Jon coldly.
Milly looked down at his cock as he demanded but she knew what was there “i-uh- im sorry” pleaded Milly confused on what she should say, but outraged at herself that she was apologizing for getting her rapist dick bloody.
“no, if you where sorry you’d get on your knees right now and clean it” smiled Jon viciously
“no I refuse” said Milly backing up quickly
“I see you still insist on not being a good bitch and I noticed the lack of the word sir in that sentence, crucio!” barked Jon
Milly fell to the floor screaming in pain, Jon didn’t care this time, not a sound of it was escaping the room of requirement.
Jon stood and marched over to where she lied crying on the floor, got down on his knees and grabbed her by her hair and pushed his dick to her lips. She refused to open closing her mouth tight.
Jon took his wand in his right hand and tapped her lips with the tip 3 times, it flew open and Jon thrust his cock down her throat causing her to gag. He pulled it out full length to her lips and shoved it back in, the warm salvia on his dick brought his cock back to full mass again and with a burst of lust he grabbed her hair by both sides and started face fucking her as hard as he could.
Muffled groans and screams was all Jon could hear as pushed all 8 inches down her throat, the incredible feeling of her uvula and throat sliding up and down his invading member made his dick start to trickle with pre-cum, her throat tightened around his cock as though trying to milk it of every lost drop. He didn’t slow for well over 5 minutes; he started to feel his cock climaxing again. He pulled his dick out of her mouth and painted her face with his entire load. he released her and she fell over onto her back coughing and breathing heavy.
“now lick it off your face mudblood, and be happy that you are being given the right to touch a purebloods cock” demanded Jon getting to his feet.
Milly looked up at him and then down to the floor, knowing that there was no way out she raised her hands to her face and used her index finger to clean the cum from her left cheek, she stared at it on her finger for a few moments then to him and inserted it in her mouth, it was cold and salty, it slide down her throat in one gulp, she had to fight the vomit, Jon just started at her gently stroking his cock at the sight of her eating his cum. She finished with the last swipe off her chin looking up at Jon confused and scared at what was going to happen next.
“now ive grown bored of your body, that leaves the question, what to do with you” said Jon kneeling down in front of her, shoving his wand between her eyes “I cant kill you, would never get away with it” Milly’s face looked like she had just been attacked by an angry hippogriff, she was stiff as a board, hanging on his every word…he only not killing me because he couldn’t get away with it….is all she could think. “that just leaves the question of how to handle you” finished Jon
“please just let me go I wont tell anyone what happened tonight sir” said Milly who realized she had to try and reason with him “I wouldn’t tell anyone, I had fun I swear sir” trying to sound happy and grateful.
Jon smiled down, knowing exactly what she was playing at. “Well in that case, I wont kill you, or modify your memory. Ill let you enjoy these memories while your touching yourself later. And since you had fun this doesn’t have to be the last time, youll meet me here tomorrow at 1pm, and every night after, and if you tell anyone, or fail to meet me here, Ill kill your filthy little mudblood sister” finished Jon making sure to lock in his new little slave in tight.
Milly looked up and thought of her sister, as her heart sunk, she was a third year also in Ravenclaw, she couldn’t allow this monster to hurt her sister, so she closed her eyes and said “ill be here tomorrow sir, count on it”
“I don’t like the way your putting it, how about you kiss my feet and beg to meet me here tomorrow” smiled Jon
Milly felt anger growing in her with this request, she looked at him as if she would do anything to kill him violently at that moment, which is a feeling she had never felt before. But she crawled over to his feet and put her lips to it and kissed it several times all over then lifted her head and said “please sir, meet me here tomorrow night, I want you, I need your cock, sir, please” trying to sound as convincing as possible.
“Better, now get out of my sight you byproduct of filth” Bark jon
Parting ways at the door Jon heading to the dungeon and Milly to the west tower
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Addicted part 1

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Jennys hypnotic devotion to animal rites 2

Jenny’s hypnotic devotion to animal rites 2 (estimated 23 mins reading time)Get up, come on get down with the sickness.
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me : Lyric – DisturbedChapter 2
Unlike the tiny waif-like girl of her childhood, whom had so often been sexually abused, the luscious blond twenty-three-year-old Jennifer Parker sitting passively before her psychiatrist now, was actually a lovely, full grown woman, even if still only five-foot three inches tall. Her eyelids fluttered gently now, and her thirty-six-D breasts rose and fell rhythmically beneath her blouse, as she exhibited the classic look of someone under deep, clinically induced hypnosis.
Doctor Schwarzkopf had been treating Jennifer in his luxurious city office for several weeks already. However, he also had an extensive knowledge of her case history.
He knew from police reports and other accounts he’d managed to obtain;
That Jennifer had been rescued from a satanic black Sabbath almost eleven years ago. One which the cult members had been performing with the specific intention of summoning up a demon. Even by Jennifer’s own accounts, although she didn’t fully understand her roll in the events, the night had been long awaited by the cultus of the church of Satan, since they wished to use the supposed increased magic of a planetary alignment to help them in their unimaginably fiendish, if not completely deluded desirers.
Jennifer had become a ward of the state after her timely rescue from their clutches, and placed secretly into a secession of foster homes. Some of the family’s who had billeted her over the years, had been good Christian folk who did their best to make up for, through prayer and even baptism, what some off them had realized was, by any standard, a terrible episode in any young person’s life.
Still. Jennifer had grown up, unable to shake the memories of her torrid tenure as the demonic cults sexual pin cushion. In fact, over recent years the often remembered snippets of insanity she recalled, un-beckoned and disjointed, had become increasingly erotic to her. So strong had these recalled visions become of late, they had been making her life increasingly difficult. She found herself having obscenely erotic fantasies while at her work, having to run to the toilets to masturbate her maddeningly throbbing clit and pussy as she imagined her body being used in the nastiest sexual ways imaginable.
She had married a nice young man when she’d turned 21, and their sex life had been fine at first. But nether-the-less, she had become increasingly veracious in her sexual appetite.
At first she’d started using dildos while her husband wasn’t home. Then she’d found she’d progressed to needing one electric humming plastic phallus in her pussy, while she frigged anther roughly in her ass. But like a Pandora’s box, this just seemed to cause her cravings to grow stronger. She fantasized about having threesomes with another man besides her husband. Then other women; groups of people all at once! And lately, she had even started thinking about buying herself a male dog for the purposes of sex.
At that point, Jennifer had started become fearful for her own sanity, and so, when her young husband had suggested she seek help, and then gone further and actually booked an appointment with Doctor Schwarzkopf, a highly respected psychiatrist, she had decided it was probably for the best. And now after weeks of appointments, she felt confident that the kindly Doctor was close to helping her at last.
“Specto suscitatio” Doctor Schwarzkopf baritone voice had told her only moments ago, and she had immediately relaxed. The erotic, sad and chaotic memories of the black masses early and unexpected finish, faded into the tranquil floating blackness of the cave inside herself.
She felt tranquil now, alone all of a sudden, as if at the bottom of a deep, silent ocean. It was the wonderfully safe place she’d been taught to hide within herself so many times, during her hypnotherapy sessions with the kindly Doctor Schwarzkopf. A lower place inside her very being, far from the residual pain of her unbearable childhood memories of satanic ritual abuse, and the horrible visions that made her fearful, sick and anxiously aroused all at once. The little girl inside her enjoyed the quiet, restful darkness of this place within herself. There was only her own relaxed self-conscious, and she knew she’d be safe in here for now.
“Jennifer! Jennifer… can you hear me?” the voice of Doctor Schwarzkopf questioned after some moments. The deeply hypnotized woman nodded her head slowly, and the little girl inside her felt relieved and happy once again to hear his guiding voice.
“Jennifer, It’s time you woke up. When I count to three you WILL wake up, but you will remain calm, you will stay under my control. You will remain open to my suggestions at all times. Do you understand?”
“Um hum,” Jennifer answered.
“Very good. Its time you learn the truth about the root of your disorder. On the count of three. You’ll wake up Jennifer. All the way up.. Remain calm… All the way up… Remain calm… One.. Two.. Three!”
There was an indeterminate period of time, during which, all manner of obscenity danced before Jennifer dementedly, in roiling, seething darkness as she began to awaken once again. She was vaguely aware of her clothing being tugged and plied gently from her body. Unseen, yet knowing, fiery fingers seemed to caressed her quivering adult body. Teasing her luscious nubile nipples maddeningly erect, insinuating themselves within the yearning crevasses of her rapidly heating sex-organs, and making her tingle, with a searing flame of longing in her lovely, lubricious loins.
As her eyes began to open she began to panic. The smoothly stroking palms and plying fingers where still caressing her highly aroused body. Purple robes with gold emblazonry, featureless white masks, bobbled in the dim lighting of the familiar old church hall all about her.
“Remain calm Jennifer!” Mr. Black commanded sternly for close by.
As her eyes began to focus she recognized his unforgettably evil image standing just before her, cloaked in his ceremonial black vestments; gold mask, and long gold artifice of horns upon his head.
“What.. the.. FUCK..?” she stammered, finding her voice already thick with lust, as the many fingers of the congregation pressing in around her continued to pleasure her erotically charged body.
“Remain calm Jennifer! I’m your friend, we have always been your big family Jennifer, welcome home!”
“B..But how..ooooh? Jennifer’s question ended in a shudder of lust as someone’s finger wiggled, oh so nicely, in her butt.
“We brought you here while you were sleeping my dear.”
“B..but..but YOU!”
“Don’t delude yourself any longer my dear. You always knew that we would find you one day. It wasn’t easy I assure you lamb. But you are worth the effort after all I see.” The familiar baritone of Doctor Schwarzkopf spoke to her soothingly, as Mr. Black leered at her gorgeous female frame.
“Stand up now Jennifer, and follow me. Tonight the stars have aligned again, and we must complete the ritual we started all those years ago. Come to me! My darling little daughter. And from all of us. Welcome home again!”
Many hands helped Jenny rise on lust weakened legs and shaky knees. Incomprehensibly, even to herself, she decided to play along, in fact, she wasn’t even really all that shocked she realized. She suddenly felt more at home than she had in years, and found herself following Mr. Black past the old familiar altar she’d adorned so many times before, and up onto to Dias of the chancel at the far end of the church. She took a place beside him as he’d indicated to her, then turned to face the hundreds of masked cult members whom had gathered to complete the unholy communion service that had been so rudely interrupted years before.
She stood before the evil congregation, showing beautifully every curve of her luscious naked physique. Her body demanding sensuality from herself. In the face of the growing awareness of her need … a desire for sexual fulfillment, she knew she must allow herself to trust; her beautiful young body screamed for it, and she found she wasn’t frightened any more. The rational part of her mind knew that she should probably run away right now, but her hypnotically conditioned mind rejected that, completely.
Suddenly, Mr. Black cleared his throat before addressing those around him,
“O Lord Satan, we beseech thee, show kindness to those of us who deserve it, we pledge ourselves to your unholy vengeance, let us be responsible for your evil blessing here tonight!” And then he turned to Jennifer.
“Jenny! Do hear me?”
“Yes..”
“Do you accept that you are just another animal of this world?”
“Yes.. I do”
“Will you offer your enthusiasm on all-fours? Do you reject the praising of the flaccid Christian bosom? And instead, offer your physical, mental, and emotional gratification to The Beast!
Gratification. Fuck yeah! That’s what I need right now, for sure! Jenny realized as she answered.
“I do!”
Jenny took a blood filled goblet he handed her then, to her full red lips and drank from it in toast. After she handed it back, Mr. Black stepped in and kissed her. They stood there on the stage for a moment, embracing and kissing. Working their tongues deeply and ferociously into one another, while their restless hands fondled and probed at each others bodies.
Then Mr. Black pulled away. He commanded Jennifer,
“Feel yourself, caress yourself girl!”
The gorgeously shaped fair-skinned blond began to probe at her open, spilling cunt with avaricious fingers. She closed her eyes and stood swaying back and forth in a trance of passion. On some level, she knew her own husband was watching her from the crowd just then, but she only felt euphoric understanding in her heart. She was the big family’s sexual magnet after all, and she knew right at that moment, she had finally come home… where she belonged.
Then Mr. Black stepped forward and guided her to where a pentagram was blazoned on the floor, and director her to lay within it.
There was a goat standing to the side of the pentagram, and as soon as she approached, he raised his bearded head and stared at her meaningfully.
He was a muscular, brawny black brute. His amber eyes gazed at her and his muzzle twitched. His cock was hanging slack under his loins, just the tip of his cock-head poking out from his hairy black cock. His cock-knob was glossy and black and his balls were white, in starling contrast with his pure black body and cock-shaft. Is he the same one I’d ridden years before? It doesn’t matter. He seems very pleased to see me, Jenny thought.
And now she was laying, head, arms and legs, each taking up position in the five points of the ancient symbol of its star. And then, as she laid spread out nakedly before them all, Mr. Blacks voice boomed out again;
“In the name of Satan, the Ruler of the earth, the King of the world, I command the forces of Darkness to bestow their Infernal power upon this bestial union!” and then he asked Jenny directly:
“Unholy sister, do you give your mating signal?”
“I do!” Jenny found herself replying from her heart.
Jenny jerked her head around just then, as she was bumped at her cheek by the snout of the big black Billy-goat.
The big animal slopped its thick tongue against the sensitive flesh at the base of Jenny’s slender throat, sending a hard shiver through her whole body. Then he stepped casually over Jenny’s outstretched legs, dipped his head down, and began lapping his wide wet tongue against the upper slopes of Jenny’s bare young tits.
The congregation watched in wide-eyed wonder while the Billy-goat nuzzled the pretty blonds big tits and crinkling nipples, sucking and slurping and slobbering heavily all over the beautiful mounds.
Jenny was shocked at the pleasure that the animal’s licking tongue sent flowing into her tits. The rough stroking of her hardened nipple buds brought both pain and pleasure, but the combination felt wonderful, and made her tummy tense with a new kind of lust. The sensations grew within her, filling her body with strange new feelings with each new stroke of the goat’s abrasive tongue. It tickled, it hurt, it warmed, it rasped, she thrust the huge firm mounds of her tits upward and outward for the animal to lick.
Damn, it felt good.
Her nips had never been harder. They seemed about to explode, they were so distended. How they ached. But the ache was wonderful. It seemed the goat liked to use his teeth as well. She could barely stand it as he nipped her nipples as he licked them. Her tits were on fire, her nipples searing points of flame. And the undersides of her tits felt as though they were being rubbed raw with wet sandpaper.
It was hell. But it was a burning hell of wild pleasure. Jenny couldn’t remember before experiencing such insane sensations, although she had dreamed of feeling such wonderful things. Her whole body was quivering in a frenzy of overpowering need, urgent lust. She felt her ass cheeks tighten and lift her off the ground.
She was shaking hard, her whole body jolting and jerking with the pleasure of the goats’ tongue.
She knew she wanted to fuck and suck again in front of the congregation, just as she had as a child. She would not be content until she had completed a sensual extravaganza that could never be duplicated in a thousand years. She wanted to be the cults undisputed queen of erotica. She had to. Not out of any threat of death, but because of a wild compulsion within herself.
She struggled to her knees, then stood up close into the old goat. His long jaws were munching on his cud, but the horny beast was obviously interested in the naked, aromatic female before him. Jennifer wasn’t sure if it was true, as they said, that a goat will eat anything but she sure as hell hoped he wanted to eat her pussy.
Jennifer stepped up to the animal, sidling up to the goat’s head. She shoved her trim little belly out and the brute snuffled his moist snout around in her slickened fuck-slot, snorting and blowing. The goat could detect the scent of musky female fuck-readiness in her heated human cunt.
The animal was bleating and shuffling its excitement. It raised its muzzle and sniffed at the secreting vulva that was so rudely thrust into its face. It lunged the fuzzy pubic mound at Jenny’s cleft. It sniffed and lapped and then it began to eat at her pubic hairs.
Gripping him by his horns, Jenny rose onto her toes, grinding her groin against his bearded muzzle. Then she got a handful of his silken beard and jerked his head around, as he breathed in the heated fumes of her captivatingly crimson cunt-crack.
As the goat pulled her cunt-hairs roughly out, Jennifer let out a mournful cry of passion that delighted everyone. Clutching the goat by the horns, the sensual blonde pressed its head deep into her crotch as his raspy tongue laved up her tingling cunt-crack.
The goats prick began to rise, his dark cock-knob squeezing from its animal sheath. His balls started to inflate like white balloons. Jenny trembled in anticipation of all the hot fuck-juice that was causing his balls to expand.
She squirmed on his fluttery, scraping tongue until her cunt began to really simmer, then she pulled away. She knelt beside the creature and reached under him, fondling his balls and stroking up and down his cock-shaft. She marveled at the incredible barbed head of the animal’s inhuman cock. She tried to imagine what it must feel like to have such a bizarre, hook-headed phallus, with its curled-back cock-head’s flaring rear ridge, stroking and gauging within the soft fleshy folds of a human females confining, catching cunt.
“Mmmmmmmmm.” She purred at the idea, and the crowd swooned at a trickle of pre-cum that spilt from the animal’s piss-hole, glistening creamy and yellow against his dark cock-meat. Jennifer leaned in and licked up a glob his gross, goatish goop. She savored its pungent maleness on her tongue, loving the creamy, musky taste. She sniffed at his cock-head and laved it with her tongue. More pre-cum oozed into her mouth.
Curling her fingers around his cock-shaft, the beautiful, young blonde slipped his animal cock-head into her mouth. Locking her soft lips tightly around his hardening prick, she could feel his tasty cock swelling rapidly as she sucked. In less than a minute the handsome black Billy-goat had a horrendous hard-on.
Moaning, she sucked the goat’s cock-head right into her mouth, suckling on it hungrily. Her cheeks drew in and her lips twisted on his cock. She also began to work his cock in her fingers. Feeling it swell and grow stiffer, she grasped it firmly in one hand and sipped its barbed knob in her voluptuous mouth. Then, as if the passion and energy of a thousand centuries of devil worship were within her, Jenny devoured the beast’s randy cock. Working her pretty head up and down on its knobby length, trying to drive it deeper and deeper into her mouth.
“Ahhhh!” she sighed, as more pre-cum washed over her thrashing tongue.
The animal grunted and his hindquarters heaved. He felt the magic of her human mouth, and now he began to fuck his cock into her willing face.
In the audience, cult men and women were swooning together now. Overcome completely by the wondrous sight before their eyes, the horny men and women began to grope and fuck one another. Hands searching tentatively into wet cunt mouths, hot lips sucking longing cocks. Some of women cultists began to moan and cry out together in passion. One girl was lying prone on her belly between another’s legs, sucking and kissing at the open lips of a red-haired vulva close by the pulpit.
Meanwhile, Jenny opened her mouth wide, taking the goat’s slick cock-head back into her throat and running her lips right down to the root of his cock. She was sure if she tried hard enough, she could take the goat’s cock into her throat, balls-deep.
Gorging with a glutton’s glee, Jennifer bobbed her head up and down on the beast’s thrusting prick. His balls swung into her throat as she sucked greedily on his cock-stalk. Then she pulled her lips back up and mouthed his pounding prick-head passionately again.
Jennifer was sorely tempted to let the goat empty his balls into her mouth, but her cunt was blazing hot, her pink cunt-slot fluttering and pursing like a mouth. She ran the goat’s prick into her throat, thinking about how lovely that long, fat cock would feel up her cunt-hole. She gulped his cock down like a sword-swallower, right to the hairy root, her chin rubbing against his balls. She blew, sucked, tongued and hummed, playing his prick like a musical instrument, as she rubbed and kneaded his swollen animal balls with her finely thrumming fingers.
Jennifer sucked back up his slobber-soaked cock-shaft and gulped on his cock-head, blowing down his cock and dancing her tongue against the throbbing underside of his delicious cock-meat, then bumped her face down to engulf his cock again, as he humped and fucked into her lovely feminine mouth.
Pre-cum was dribbling down her throat steadily now, and she knew that she had to stop sucking the animal or else she was going to get his full cum-load in her mouth and, delicious as that prospect was, she had her burning cunt to consider. She gave him a last push-pull with her lips, then slowly drew her mouth off his animal cock-meat.
The goat snorted and stamped. Jennifer’s saliva was steaming from his hot meat. His hairy cock-stalk was matted with saliva and his dark cock-knob glistened with her spittle.
Jennifer tugged his prick down, then let it snap back up. His cock vibrated and hummed. She rubbed his slippery cock-tip against her tits, pushing her stiff pink nipples into his dripping piss-hole, massaging his cock and balls with both hands, sliding his cock between her plump tits and letting his cock-knob run into the hollow of her throat. She kissed his slimy cock-tip lovingly, then rolled away and turned onto her hands and knees, her ass toward the beast.
“Fuck me!” she urged, delighting the crowd again as she gave her ass a grinding, thrusting jerk toward him. Her head was down on the ground and her ass was hiked up high, thighs parted to give him access to her smoldering, gold-fringed groin.
The goat jammed his muzzle into her flooded fount, nostrils flaring as he blew up her fuck-hole. He butted her playfully with his horns, then snuffled around in her pussy again. Goat-slobber filled her creamy cunt and dripped from her taut clit.
Then the nimble brute mounted her.
His haunches heaved and he threw his legs around her hips, gripping her tightly with his cloven hooves. His prick flared at her crotch. He humped and his long cock slid up, burrowing through the taut crack of her ass.
Jennifer reached back between her legs and took his hairy cock in her hand, guiding his cock-knob back into her fuck-slot. She moved it around, stirring her dripping honey-pot, then pulled the tip of his cock-head into her foaming fuck-slot.
The goat leaped as if he had been struck by a high voltage current, every nerve in his body sparking, every sinew jumping. His cock hooked at her cunt-mouth just like an bloated rubber arrowhead.
Jennifer’s pussy-slot was sucking on the head of his cock, just like her mouth had done before, her clit flaring on his slick cock like a tongue. The goat was enchanted by the mysteries of her human body. Her mouth and her cunt were interchangeable. He could fuck her in the face and her fuck-hole could suck him like her mouth.
Jennifer wiggled wantonly under the brute, squirming and jerking. She felt his balls, buffeting her butt. The goat hammered deeper into her cunt. His dark cock disappeared and her cunt-lips clamped around his hairy cock-stalk, rippling, pulling, fluttering.
The goat danced over her haunches, his hooves scrambling on the floor, his front legs yanking her lithe loins back to his. While his amber eyes were glowing with goatish glee.
He fed her more stiff prick, burying half of his long, throbbing cock in her tunnel of lust. Her cunt-walls gripped him, clinging tightly, molding her cunt around the contours of his cock. Her pussy-muscles fluttered, closing in rings on his cock, dragging him deeper.
With a lurch, the animal hooked his hairy horn into her fuck-hole to the hilt. His swollen balls jammed in her crotch and her wet cunt-lips were plastered around the thick root of his thick animal prick.
The goat held his cock buried in her as Jenny’s talented cunt pulled and sucked tantalizingly. His flaring cock-head glowed in the core of her cunt while its hooked head gouged against her grateful g-spot, and his hard shaft wedged and levered in her tensing cunt-tunnel.
Jennifer gurgled with joy, loving to be so full of prick. His cock-head was so deep that she thought it must be bumping around in her vital organs, threatening to jam up her throat and come sliding out of her mouth, so that she could suck him while he fucked her. Mmmmm what a horny, fucked-up thought!
She began to shove her ass back and forth, fucking herself on the goat’s cock as he clung to her haunches. She pulled her pussy up to his cock-knob, then pushed back and took him balls-deep up her fuck-hole again.
Snorting, the brute began to fuck his prick into her, ramming out as her trim little ass shoved back. His stiff cock hissed into her frothy cunt-hole and her cunt squished and slurped as he withdrew. With his horns held high and his amber eyes glazed with lust, the handsome goat began fucking his cock into her with blinding speed.
“OOOOOH, fuck yeah!” his horny female squealed with joy, as the lusting animal further increased the tempo of his rapid thrusts.
Jennifer moaned, feeling every precious inch of that horn humping hectically inside her hot hole. The beast jumped and danced, cavorting capriciously, fucking her like she’d never been before. The blonde’s full ripe tits were jiggling like crazy as the big goat fucked her crouching body. He was practically knocking the breath out of her every time his rigid rooter fucked into her cunt.
Jenny met him stroke for stroke, grinding and pumping like an animal herself, primitive in her passion. As his cock plunged in, he tilted her ass up and jammed her head to the ground, as if fucking her right into the timber. She twisted, winding her cunt around on his cock as he withdrew, then slammed back to meet him as he plowed into her again.
Watching excitedly, the whole congregation could easily see how much the little woman was enjoying her first fuck with a goat. Apart from being perversely erotic, the unwholesome fuck action had the drama of witnessing a man trying to pull his boathook from the gumming mouth of a writhing, thrashing shark.
Meanwhile, Jenny’s pretty little face was distorted with lust as she wantonly slammed her cute little ass back to meet every deep plunge of the animal’s prick. Helplessly aroused by the delicious friction of the handsome Billy-goat’s cunt-clapper, Jenny was creaming all over the slimy length of his bright-black goat-cock, making his prick glisten obscenely with her slippery wetness.
His tight-fitting cock was stuffing her cunt full and pumping cunt-cream out. The foaming girl-goo slid down her crotch, lathering her groin and running down her tense thighs. The horny woman’s face was glowing with excitement as she eagerly took the hard, rapid strokes of the animal’s fucking prong. The hard meat of his thoroughly aroused cock was pumping the hot juices right out of her sizzling pussy, her own thick cunt cream splattering all over the goat’s shaggy belly.
“Yeah! Fuck my horny cunt!” Jenny wailed loudly. “Fuck my ass off!”
The goat’s hips were moving at a blinding speed as he excitedly fucked his throbbing cudgel into the slick hotness of Jenny’s little, gold-fringed human cunt. There was almost a lusting grin on the face of the bearded animal as he feverishly fucked into the hotly writhing woman.
With the screaming ecstasy still mounting in her fiery cunt, the insanely aroused blonde was slamming her ass back even harder to take the full thrust of his plunging cock.
“FUCK, GOAT, FUCK!” she shouted.
Holding his horns high, the magnificent goat was humping into Jenny with a savage powerfulness, rocking her beautiful young body, making her firm tits bounce beneath her with joy. Jenny was in a state of unequaled ecstasy, and everyone could clearly see how much she was enjoying herself. Her pretty face was twisted into a wicked grin of lust as she slammed her sweet cunt back around his wildly fucking goat-cock.
“EEEEEGGGHHH!” she wailed in wanton delight. “FUCK ME, FUCK ME!”
The pretty blonde’s face was glowing with sexual bliss, squealing with rapture as she took the repeated thrusts of the animal’s hard goat-prick. The goat’s hips were twitching and jerking with a blinding speed as he feverishly fucked into the slippery slickness of her hotly clutching cunt.
Jenny’s beautiful young body was being thoroughly fucked by the rampaging animal’s steel-hard cock. The machine-gun rapidity of the goat’s deep thrusts were almost more than the writhing blonde could stand. The wanton joy built and built in her seething loins as his hot, hard cock streaked in and out of her juicy cunt.
Feeling herself rushing toward a traumatic orgasm, the beautiful young woman braced her hands against the ground as she slammed her cunt back around the hard, slippery length of the goat’s plunging cock.
“OOOOOOOH!” she suddenly squealed to her audience. “I’M COMING … COMING!”
Jenny’s orgasmic feelings began building hotly around the throbbing length of the goat’s prick as her cunt muscles involuntarily contracted around his hard cock-shaft.
She started to climax.
The waves of bliss rushed across her belly and shot like electric current up her trembling thighs. The waves came higher and faster, each one rushing upon the one before, mingling into one foaming crest.
As her fuck-hole had filled with girl-cum, the goat’s mighty cock flew in faster, fairly floating up her cunt. His balls slapped in, spraying a mist of cunt-cream from her crotch, whacking her like a blackjack each time he thundered in to the hilt of his prick.
The beast was fucking his prick to her frantically now, as he neared the peak. His balls were pumping, ready to blow.
Suddenly he started to cum. His jism poured out in a tidal wave.
The animal pranced and bucked and snorted as he shot his goatish cum into her in jets and spurts, draining his big balls steadily. His cum filled Jenny’s cunt and her cum-juice flowed onto it. As he filled her cunt-slot, thick, foaming cum gushed out, the girl’s pearly pussy-nectar was streaked by the beast’s yellow cum.
Jenny’s face flushed crimson as she felt her own climax coming with a great savage roar, like a tsunami wave of sound and all consuming pleasure steaming onto a tropical beach. Jennifer’s clit exploded. Her cunt creamed and cramped. The girl was coming in her clit and then coming again in the depths of her loins, creaming in the very core of her cunt as the animal stuffed her. He fucked in with thundering fuck-strokes, his cock a flashing lightning rod in her cunt. She heard the beast bellow and felt his hooves tighten over her hipbones, hauling her back toward his balls.
She hung, teetering on the edge of the most beautiful, blinding orgasm of her entire life, her long blonde hair hanging down, her throat straining for breath. Then suddenly her entire body was vibrating madly and the seething secretions of her lust came gushing down around the beasts lewdly pulsing prick. He shot as he fucked in, then shot again on the recoil. Her own coming increased, peaking with the brute. She gasped and whimpered and moaned, going crazy with the joy of having his goat-cum hose her fuck-hole. Jennifer cried out in ecstasy as she felt his goatish goo flood her womb.
Instantly her mind was awash with a million searing blazes of white hot flame, destroying every thought except the piercing, lust-inciting feeling of the rutting, gushing goat cock exploding deep within her eager cunt, which hungrily milked his jerking cock, until every last drop of his viscous load was sloshing deep up inside her passion distended womb. She would have screamed for pure joy, but she could only moan out to the crowd,
“OOOOOOH! My GOD! It’s so wonderful!”
Slowly, the satiated relaxing euphoria overcame her like nothing she had ever known before, nor ever would again.
Through her delirium that swallowed her, she was only vaguely aware of Mr. Black, saying something over her exhausted, panting body.
“Satan, lord and master, she has acknowledged the power of our magic! Please take from her, exactly what we wish you to put in!”
And the others too were calling out, slowly at first, but quickly gaining in speed and volume as they intoned a magic incantation with their fevered adult voices.
“Specto suscitatio… Specto suscitatio… Specto suscitatio… Specto suscitatio…Specto suscitatio..Specto suscitatio. Specto suscitatio. Specto suscitatio. Specto suscitatio. Specto suscitatio. Specto suscitatio.” the cultists chanted, performing their prearranged parts in the culmination of the celestial event they longed to witness
Await awakening! But who would awake and whom would have to wait? As one evil, eternal sprit was freed and lifted at that moment, yet another was sucked down. Down, down, down into darkness.
Miraculously, a brand-new Jennifer Parker rose easily to her feet just then, as the goat dropped dead behind her. Arch she-demon Barbelo looked around her with her lovely new blue eyes, inspecting the congregation, now shrieking all about her. Many of the unholy brethren went irrevocably insane when they realized what had happened.
However, the atrocious Mr. Black found his tongue, and as was his duty, he recognized his most unholy mistress by throwing himself prostrated at her feet, before concluding the congregations evil machinations with the last words of their spell;
“May the perversion of humanity be completed through the realization, in a living woman as the platform for this demon. And may we now go forward together using mankind’s latest technologies in the persistent creation of hell on earth, HAIL SATAN!”
The gorgeous blond woman’s body, her eyes glowing like two blue bonfires, looked down on her priest and smiled in pure evil, as the quickly fading feeling of Jennifer’s vital essence sank away. However, even though Barbelo had now possessed a glamorous female body, it’s former owner’s spirit hadn’t entirely ceased to be;
In fact:
There was an indeterminate period of time, during which, all manner of obscenity danced before Jennifer dementedly, in roiling, seething darkness as she continued to regress. And then, she achieved her final altered state.
She was at the bottom of a deep, dark ocean. A lower place inside the crucible of her very being, which used to be so far from the pain of her unbearable childhood, and the horrors that made her fearful, sick and anxiously aroused.
However, she found no rest in her deep dark cavern now.
She was only twelve years old again, naked in a fevered, fearful, loathing hell, in which she was writhing, damned forever to excruciating lust. Unseen, yet knowing, fiery fingers seemed to caressed her quivering little body in the hectic, howling darkness. Teasing her little nipples maddeningly erect, insinuating themselves within the yearning crevasses of her over-heated sex organs, and making her tingle, with a searing flame of longing; Never to be quenched again.
“No! I please stop.. I’m burning! Please.. nooooooooo!” Jenny’s tiny spirit squealed and writhed in torment.
But there would never come… a loving voice — to lead her out again.

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