The Wings
I was cold, I was soaking wet with sweat and fluids. Fluids from both ends. Obviously I was nauseous, and the awful smell and taste wouldn't go away. They were right, I'd die like this. And they'd laugh. I could still hear them laughing as I felt the wind whipping away the heat, like my body was cold and decaying before I was even dead. was spinning through the air, I had been seeing the sky, but then I was facing the ground. My heart was pounding through my exhaustion. Something grabbed my feet. Tight, like a rope, then it yanked. It had to have had some give or my legs would have gotten torn off, or at least dislocated. My head stopped less than a foot from the rocky ground which had been ready and hungry to split my head open just a tenth of a second before.
The loop kept yanking me, up and down. I got yanked backward, then forward. I was twirled by the rope. And I was flipped, I went from facing the cliff, to spinning upwards, then facing forwards and falling back. Like a sack of potatoes. A very light sack of potatoes. And I was not very light so it was actually kind of impressive.
I probably never mentioned my motion sickness. But I get motion sick. So as I was hurled up into the forward facing position I vomited, and the vomit flew in an arc. At least enough came out that I didn't have as much of the taste in my mouth. A small lunch and no dinner thanks to the abduction meant there wasn't a lot of vomit either.
Then I fell back into a crushing and solid brick wall. Well, not quite brick, it was hard, but it had a bit of give. And it was warm. With a huge and separate bulge going up the middle.
It was the mast... demon... fuck it, master's cock. He pressed against me and bounced up and down in midair, the ground was 50 feet below. I felt a sinking feeling and was dragged backward through the air, still facing forward, incredibly dizzy. But my head lulled down, as I said I was exhausted, just in time to see 2 huge feet with massive sharp toenails pretty much slice the faces off the men who had raped me. The image combined with the motion made me puke again. I'd have to put my old VR headset on ebay when I got home. At least there wasn't much vomit left. I heard a booming but raspy and evil voice, like a thousand horrified voices crying in the night overlaid with monsters roaring and howling.
"You took care of them. They did not take care of you. So they die."
What the fuck? I thought I was a garbage disposal. I didn't want a demon boyfriend. I didn't want any boyfriend.
"Better..." The voice got louder and creepier...I could be a horror movie consultant because their shit was weak. "To clean a cumrag, than to replace one." Ahh, there it was. Whatever. I was alive. I wondered if I owed this demon my life. I mean, he was why i got thrown off the cliff. Except he had told them they could only kill me if they didn't cum hard enough, and they did, and they decided to test him thinking I was worthless. Yup, I owed master my life. Fuck. The bouncing stopped for a moment, I was able to somewhat get my wits about me.
The black and red rubbery bat-like tattooed wings extended 10 feet in both directions. They were flapping slowly, Seemed like just enough to keep us from sinking. The demon's huge arms, a combination of both rock hard and flabby, were wrapped around me squeezing me tight against his chest. His body was much hotter than a human's would be. For a moment I pondered: A demon is from hell, right? So excess body heat. But they're dead, right? So less body heat...as if in response I felt like there was ice behind me. I was wrapped in hard ice. So cold. I started to shiver as the fluids still on me sucked the heat out of my body in the cold wind I was just now noticing.
"I choose" growled the demon. He was in my fucking head. At least, I guessed, when I thought about him maybe?
Since he made his point, I felt the burning heat come back, and then settle into something not quite hot enough to give me burns.
The giant wings started flapping more quickly, and I started bouncing again. My back slid against his chest, which was getting wet. Precum. With that he was sliding my body up and down against his cock with no friction to press me against it. He flapped his wings further up and down, bouncing me further. I felt like I was flying through the air each time he stopped moving upward, and then I'd slam down in his lap, and each time I was lifted upward my naked vulnerable ass got closer to the head of his cock. He was holding me more loosely so I could move more, but his giant hands were grabbing my sides, tightly, pushing me up and forward with his motions. His nails dug into my sides, drawing blood. While it was his usual amount of precum, rubbed all over my back in the chilly windy too-high-up air made it feel like it was a lot more. I was bouncing very high now, and his cock was pressing against the indent in my ass where my hole was more and more each time before sliding off again, slicking my entire ass up with precum from that inhumanly massive pop-can width cock. Up, and down. I almost puked, but my stomach was empty and I was kind of getting used to it. Then he grabbed tight on my sides, my small amount of blood was smearing his black nails..."nails"... more like claws. They were very sharp and the cuts weren't that bloody.
Finally he lifted me one last time, pulled me backward, pushed forward, and he was in. His quiet groan surrounded and penetrated me, working with his cock to open up my insides. Now every time he flapped his wings, he impaled me a little further. My head was still below his, as I was pressed up against him like some anorexic college girl being fucked by a football quarterback. I was teeny compared to him. Every time we bounced, my body became impaled further and further on his huge cock. I was sure could have killed me without the regenerative powers of his precum. He groaned again. He was groaning more than usual. And as his groans became louder, my own erection grew. I could feel my cock bouncing as his huge wings flapped and lifted me up, over and over. I was filled to the brim, my insides stretched out. Then I felt the one thing I had enjoyed about all this: His massive balls and sack, 3 times the size of mine, or bigger, were clapping up against my own, the warmth wrapped around my entire croth area. I cried out in pleasure. And my next words came from... somewhere else. I almost didn't say them consciously. I think I was weakened by the terrifying experience, or how he had rescued me from death, or the warmth of his body. Maybe forced orgasms can only happen so much before you become aroused by what forces the orgasm. But for whatever reasons I said through my raspy shallow breath, the words that I knew would ruin it:
"Yes, fuck me master." He got off on rape. If I enjoyed it, he wouldn't. Being free from him was what I wanted, right? It sure as hell wasn't in that moment.
Then he took a deep breath, and I could feel through his body that he shrugged. He slowed down.
For like 3 seconds.
Then he grabbed my stomach with one hand, and my throat with the other, squeezing tight against me. I couldn't breathe. I felt his nails slice into my stomach, and then he rubbed his hand down to my thigh and did the same. He couldn't grab my hair, so he put his huge hand in front of my forehead and slammed it into his chest. All while continuing to fuck me. I had no idea how much I was bleeding by now. I wondered if he just had to up the stakes by getting violent. It was so good I didn't care, and didn't feel it. What I could feel was his breath, as hot as the rest of his body, on my neck. He squeezed tight, his wings beating quickly, but only moving me a small amount each time, grinding into me. My cock, with my hands unable to touch it, due to my arms being pinned under his, bounced wildly. I could tell he was getting close because his breath was getting shorter and my ears were bathed in his demonic moans and growls. His cock was so deep into me that it only moved a few inches each time, and every time he did, his balls slapped against my own, getting me closer as well.
Finally he cried out, a low-pitched death cry of horror that rattled my bones and stopped my heart for a split second, and that horrifying noise did not stop. He covered my mouth with his huge hand, squeezing tight, and I could feel myself swell up with his ocean of cum. I could feel the throbbing and pulsating of his cock, yanking my insides around. It felt like he was pushing around my whole body with those involuntary spasms as the huge vein under his cock crushed against my already swollen insides more than ever before since the first time he had violated me. Those balls of his finally got me and I screamed myself, into his huge hand covering my mouth. My cum flew out, with no place to go but open air. I didn't know where it went, I kinda hoped it landed on the dead guys. Irony. It kept coming. I couldn't have counted the spurts if I wanted to because the orgasm was just too intense. He finally quieted down and slowed the bouncing, though his cock stayed buried in me to the point of absurdity. As our lust subsided I looked down to see more cuts. Fortunately they didn't look lethal. The fact that they were very tight and barely bleeding did not make them less painful, or make me feel any safer. I passed out.
I awoke to the sound of a helicopter. I was on a hospital helipad, seeing paramedics run around. I was completely naked and soaked and bloody. It took a moment for things to get less foggy, but I must have just arrived because a paramedic ran up to me.
""Where did you come from? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?" The demon must have dropped me here to be treated for the cuts. The paramedic started shouting at other hospital staff on the roof, and I passed out again.
