Possessed By Evil

 
Possessed By Evil:
BDSM Stories
2010-01-12
When a demon moves into New York, its influence spreads far and wide,
and soon cruelty and rape and bondage are the newest fashion hobbies.

Kiri moved slowly along the street, wrapped in a tight veil of
illusion. She could see the effects of the demon all around her, for
demon it must be. Nothing else could so quickly and completely influence
the city in such a startling fashion. She passed a girl who knelt on the
pavement, bottom raised. A man was standing over her, his foot pressed
against the back of her head to hold it down. Another was mounting her
from behind, using her roughly.
Men and women walked past, watching with approval.
She passed a small shop. Looking in she could see the female clerk
bent behind the counter had been pulled forward and her head forced down
onto a man's cock. She sucked hungrily as the other patrons smirked and
watched.. She paused at a scream and eased cautiously forward. Just
around the corner a young woman had been stripped, her wrists bound to a
telephone pole. She was being whipped by a man with an electrical cord.
Already, bright, painful welts covered her pale back as the man whipped
his arm forward once again.
Several people looked on, grinning. Another man moved forward,
standing beside the girl. He reached in between her legs and began to
finger her, and her screams turned to moans as she rolled her hips and
ground herself against his hand.
A powerful demon, she knew. And this was the centre of its
influence. She could sense the darkness in the air, the scent of the
beast as she neared its lair. Fear gripped her, yet she moved
forward steadily, small feet striding firmly on the pavement as her head
turned from side to side,
searching for indications of where that lair might be.
A couple approached. The man looked perfectly normal, the woman
less so. While he was clad in jeans, shirt and athletic shoes, the woman
was nearly nude. She wore thigh high leather boots with eight inch
heels, a leather mini which allowed the bottom of her buttocks to peer
out, and a leather bra which barely contained half her breasts. Her long
hair was loose but her arms were bound together behind her back. She
wore a studded leather collar which was attached by a leash, to the
man's belt. She walked along calmly, even smugly, evidently proud of her
status.
Kiri blinked her eyes, not at the two of them, but at the sudden
rush of sexual heat she felt as she watched them pass. She murmured a
spell, strengthening the shield around herself and felt the heat ease -
though not without some regret.
She was being affected, just as others were, but not, due to her
arts, as much. She reached down unconsciously and her hand cupped her
left breast, squeezing softly. She was not wearing a bra, and wondered
how she had forgotten it. The top was too tight and too thin to wear
without a bra. Nor was she wearing panties beneath her thin gray
trousers - the trousers she had stopped wearing last year because they
had shrunk and were far too tight. Why had she worn them?
She jerked her hand away and tossed her head, reaching up with a
finger to comb her hair aside from her forehead. Then she moved forward
once again. Something was - there! She sensed something in the mens
clothing shop nearby.
She pushed through the door and saw that the shop had a crowd
within. Yet none paid her any heed. They were all focussed on the far
end of the store. Perhaps three dozen men sat or stood around facing a
salesman who was, apparently, selling a naked young girl.
"Look at these tits," the man boasted, fondling the girl's firm
breasts. "This slut was made to be a slave. She's obedient and sexually
voracious - not that we care."
The watching men chuckled.
The girl, eyes alight with sexual hunger, was turned and bent over
to display her bottom as the salesman pushed a finger in between moist
pubic lips. The girl's wrists were bound together behind her back with
tight black straps, but she made no effort to resist.
"Special sale, just today," the man was saying, as Kiri moved past.
She pushed open a door which read "Employees Only" and found
herself in a narrow corridor. The scent of evil was stronger here, and
she moved carefully along it to the head of a dark stairwell. She heard
soft moans from below and, heart pounding, eased down the stairs.
The sight she found would have confused most people. There was a
blonde girl there, lovely, full breasted, and naked. She was sprawled
back upon a low wooden table, her legs and arms bound to the legs, her
head hanging over one end. She writhed and twisted and sobbed and cried
out in both pain and pleasure. Her exhausted body was so covered in
sweat it was trickling down arms and legs and hair to patter against the
floor.
There seemed nothing to cause the sudden cries and violent
movements, the thrashing head and twisting torso, the arching back and
bucking hips. The girl was alone in the darkened basement.
And yet she wasn't, for Kiri could see what an ordinary human
would not. The girl had company. They were small, each perhaps a foot in
height, with large, misshapen heads and large mouths which cracked open
to show razor sharp fangs. Their small arms ended in clawed paws.
They surrounded the girl, crawling over her, taunting her, tormenting her.
Kiri stared, shocked, heart in her throat as she confronted the
reality of what she had only previously theorized. She had known, known
there had to be a demon, but to confront the reality was something else.
These were Rrishniks, and such as they were to be found wherever a demon
resided just as rats and cockroaches would be found near garbage.
One had its head thrust into the girl's sex. Its body followed,
its small legs kicking as it twisted itself deeper. Another was mouthing
the girl's swollen clitoris, its rough tongue driving her insane with
pleasure.
Two sat atop her chest, and while one lapped at a nipple, the
other drove its claws into the other breast again and again, leering at
her. Others sat on her legs, biting into her soft flesh and running
claws along her inner thighs. One was swinging from her hair.
She watched the girl's lower belly bulge as the one which had
climbed into her pussy twisted and pushed. Two more climbed up her legs
and onto her belly, biting and digging claws into her hips and chest. On
first sight the girl's skin was flawless. But to her second site she was
covered in bite marks.
A slightly larger Rrishnik waddled along the to where her hair
brushed the floor and climbed up, put a clawed paw in her nostril to
pull himself higher, and sat straddling her upside down chin. He took a
small worm from a satchel and laid it on her neck, and the worm began to
grow and lengthen. As it reached an three inches it began to work its
way over her chin and lip. It grew to four inches, then six, then ten as
it slid over her mouth. It seemed to split in two, and
continued to grow and lengthen as the two sides slid up down her cheek
and over her earlobes.
The worms were well over a foot long as they entered her ears,
and shortly afterwards the girl, who had been writhing and twisting and
whining in pain and pleasure stiffened, then began to thrash violently,
howling and screaming as her eyes bulged. The violence of her movements
bucked many of the Krishna off onto the floor, where they tumbled and
rolled.
The girl gave a lost violent heave and then went limp, eyes glazed
over. And then, suddenly, she let out a long, guttural moan. The sound
was so intensely sexual that Kiri felt her pussy throb in response, felt
a sudden quickening between her legs. She blinked in surprise, then
gasped as the girl began to writhe slowly, to roll her hips in a
seductive, sensual way which had her own hands down between her legs and
squeezing her pussy through her thin trousers.
The girl was sex incarnate, she was unbearably arousing, enticing,
seductive and hot, and Kiri knew she had to have her. She jammed a hand
through the front of her blouse with enough force to tear a button free,
and moaned softly as she squeezed one of her small, firm, and now
terribly overheated breasts.
She was leaning back against the wall of the stair now, wide eyed,
gasping as she watched the girl's nude body slowly roll and twist and
writhe. Her hands tore the front of her blouse open and she squeezed her
breasts, breathless with lust as she stared down at the girl, everything
but her inner heat forgotten.
She stumbled, almost falling, and sat down heavily on the stair,
her back against the wall as she continued to stare, her eyes transfixed
by the intoxicatingly sensual image of the girl below her. She popped
open her trousers, ramming her hand down the front, and arched her back
with delight as her fingers found her sopping sex.
One of the Rrishniks which had been bucked off the girl had
noticed her and now climbed stealthily up the stairs, small legs
wriggling in mid-air each time it pulled itself one step higher. Kiri
was oblivious to it even as it pulled itself level with her. She was
masturbating desperately, jamming her hand deeper, forcing her trousers
down her legs so she could spread them apart.
The Rrishnik watched, leering, easing back as she spread her legs
wider. It watched as Kiri arched her back, her hands both momentarily
leaving her sex to cup her swollen breasts. Then it pounced. It's mouth
opened wide and it aimed itself at the girl's sex. The mouth closed,
catching her entire pubic mound within. The razor sharp fangs at top and
bottom dug into her flesh to hold it in place, and its rough tongue
whipped out, slid up the length of her slit and rasped across her
clitoris.
The pain as the Rrishnik clamped its jaws into her flesh made Kiri
cry out and jerk her head forward. Her hands slapped down, grasping the
thin, scaley body, but then she felt the tongue whipped across her
clitoris and she arched her back again, shuddering violently.
Her mind spun and staggered. She knew the Rrishnik's tongue
contained an intense aphrodisiac, and knew that its bite was poisonous,
robbing its victims of will. She tightened her grip on its body,
desperately trying to work up the will to pull it back. Yet every time
that tongue whipped across her clitoris her fingers were jerked free and
she arched back, sobbing at the unbearable intensity of the pleasure.
She reached for it again, grasping its body between her hands,
pulling weakly, and again she cried out, climaxing violently, legs
jerking and feet drumming on the stairs as her head rolled back behind
her, grinding against the wall and corner of the stairs.
More of them had noticed her now, and began to waddle towards the
stairs, climbing awkwardly and slowly towards where she lay gasping and
moaning and panting for breath. Her hands loosened fell away. Her thighs
rolled, hips bucking up towards the irresistible heat of the thing's tongue.
A hot, terrible pain like acid flowed through her veins, yet
pleasure of an intensity she had never known could exist flowed with it,
and she was whipsawed between the two. The pain was agony, yet the
pleasure was of such ecstasy nothing else mattered. She was willing to
endure anything for that wonderful, terrible pleasure.
Another of them reached her, and she tried to whisper a spell as
it dug its claws into her ribs, then leaned in and took the centre of
her breast into its mouth. It bit sharply, driving its fangs deep into
her flesh, and she bucked and twisted weakly in pain. Then its tongue
slithered across her nipple and another orgasm made her thrash and twist.
More of them were climbing up to her, and she knew she was lost,
knew that they would soon do to her as they had done to the blonde girl.
The Rrishnik at her breast pulled back, seemed to leer at her,
then squeezed her breast together between tiny, claws, making the nipple
thrust up and out. It bent and then almost daintily brought his left
incisors together with the nipple between, and bit.
Kiri cried out, pain and pleasure twisting through her mind as the
razor sharp teeth sliced neatly through the centre of her nipple and out
the other side. The thing glared at her, pulling its head back, turning
it from side to side like a dog pulling at a toy, stretching her aching
nipple, twisting it first to one side, then the other. Tiny hands
shifted her legs apart and something pushed against her anus, something
hard and scaly. She shuddered and bucked helplessly, another orgasm
flashing through her feverish mind.
A harsh voice called out a word which made her flinch, which made
her mind recoil. The Rrishnik's squealed and tumbled free, spilling down
the stairs. Then a grip like iron caught her wrist and yanked her
upwards, half lifting her into the air. Another hand caught at her and
she found herself draped across someone's shoulder as she was carried
quickly up the stairs and out.
She was flung into the back seat of a large dark car, and the
stranger jumped in behind her, slamming the door. The car moved off, and
Kiri vaguely noted a woman driving. The man next to her was tall and
broad shouldered, perhaps fifty, with a short dark beard and dark hair.
She had never seen him before, but noted the aura of power surrounding him.
And didn't care. She was feverish with heat and need, and nothing
else mattered as it burned at her mind.
"Fuck me!" she gasped in a guttural croak.
"Just sit still."
She was masturbating frantically, gasping and squirming even as
her mind cringed in terrible humiliation at what she was doing before
the two strangers.
She lunged at him, grabbing at his crotch. He flung her back but
she sprang onto him again, ripping at his trousers.
"It seems she likes you," the woman said in amusement.
"This isn't bloody funny," he snapped, pulling at her arms.
But Kiri had his trousers open and yanked at his cock, closing her
mouth around it. He was already semi hard, and swelled instantly as she
forced her lips down over the head, taking him deep into her throat.
He moaned and the woman looked over her shoulder, tsking in
irritation.
Kiri, who had performed oral sex precisely once in her life, was
ravenous with hunger for him, her lips bobbing furiously up and down
entire length of his thick cock as his fingers pulled weakly at her hair.
"You're going to get infected," the woman said.
Kiri did not understand or care. She pulled her lips up and
climbed higher onto the half dazed man, frantically settling her
dripping sex over his erection, and then plunging down, impaling
herself. It hurt, and it was wonderful, and she screamed in ecstasy as
she took him deep
into her belly, climaxing violently.
She rode him with savage need, her arms clamped around his neck as
she jammed her mouth against him. Her buttocks rose and fell wildly as
she impaled herself again and again on his stiff erection, grunting and
moaning and sobbing in pleasure, pain, and humiliation. She could not
stop herself, could not resist the dark, wonderful hunger which burned
within her.
A word struck her, sending ice along her spine, and she arched her
back, shuddered and collapsed.
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From the book: Possessed By Evil, by Argus
Argus erotic books have been published by Virgin Nexus, Silver Moon,
Star, Olympia, Chimera, and Beeline. They are available at
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