Faith's Escape

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, but this is definitely the last act of the Breaking Faith series. Watch for Faith’s escape at the end. But not in the way you probably expect.

Faith's Escape

Faith sat quietly in the office’s corner, Ms. Morgan working at the far end nearest the door. The curvy bombshell was for once dressed and even rarer she wasn’t wearing some sort of stripper’s costume or lingerie. Instead she was clothed in a neat grey pencil skirt with a creamy white blouse, her long legs cocooned in white silk stockings and her dark mane fastened up in a bun.

As she sat, passively awaiting Ms. Morgan’s command, she thought about the six weeks she’d spent being trained by her new owner. The days spent in Ms. Morgan’s office not clothed as she was now, but naked except for a blindfold and a jaw-stretching ball-gag, anyone who walked into the office invited to feel her up while Ms. Morgan and they discussed their business. The days spent at Ms. Morgan’s penthouse flat, left for hours tied in all manner of contorted, painful positions. Other days had been spent in W&H’s dungeons, leaving her at the mercy of W&H’s interrogators who used her as practice for their sadistic treatments. Sometimes she’d spend the day knelt and bound on one of the office block’s women’s lavatories, serving as toilet for both human and demonic fluids. Then there had been the days where she’d been given over to machine-fetishists for ‘pleasure training’. Hours spent on a Sybian, Magic Wands, robotic dildos, and all manner of sensually-altered gardening and garage tools and household appliances, taking her again and again to screaming climax, not stopping even when she blacked out, leaving her to wake up soaked in cunt juices and sweat, her voice hoarse from all her unconscious screaming.

Then there were the weekends where Ms. Morgan would take her personally in hand, taking her to building sites to be fucked by work gangs, college frat parties where she’d been the star attraction, biker bars where she’d spend the night laid on the pool table, and the W&H office party where every executive had got intimately familiar with all she had to offer. She’d even spent a night blowing stoned vampires at an Orpheus den, they’d get their fix, then as a bonus, she’d suck them off while they were still high. There'd even been one weekend spent at a seedy underpass, a limo would drop her off at night-fall, a guard staying behind to watch her, not to make sure she didn't run, there was no chance of that, only to make sure the winos didn't injure W&H’s valuable property. Another limo would pick up at day-break, and in-between those two pick-ups, her million dollar body was used as a receptacle for the spunk of winos, all three holes getting near constant use from the smelly down and outs. Ms. Morgan had laughingly called that taking her back to her roots.

Last night a trio of warlocks had come to visit Ms. Morgan’s penthouse. After a three hour session spent pleasing them, they’d declared themselves sated and performed some incredibly painful enchantments on her, spells that would have torn a non-Slayer apart with the toll they took, but worked just fine on Faith, allowing her users to change the once-rebellious Slayer’s appearance at a word. Bigger tits? Tighter waist? Rounder ass? Fuller lips? Change in hair colour or style? All these alterations would take just a few awesomely agonising seconds for her to suffer if you knew the enchantment phrase.

The sultry submissive’s gaze didn’t shift from the grey carpeted floor when the door opened and a series of demons walked in. Ms. Morgan put down the pen. “Ah gentlemen,” Ms. Morgan smirked at her. “Thank you for coming.”

“A broken Slayer to use, and such an attractive human too,” a voice hissed. “We could hardly not come.”

“Quite,” the lady lawyer clicked her fingers imperiously. “Fifi,” her new owner had re-named her, “up.” The once sassy Bostonian adjusted her gaze, dark eyes staring inquisitively around the room. “Meet your playmates for the next few hours. Archduke Sebassis,” a tall, twin antelope-horned demon with light red skin and pointed ears smirked, “Cyvus Vail,” a dark-red skinned demon with wispy hair giggled at her look, “Ed, Grand Potentate Of The Fell Brethern,” a demon with green mottled skin, deep wrinkles, and a large hooked nose growled something, “Dizzrit of the Sahrvin Clan,” a tall lean figure with a beaked nose, blotchy skin, and dressed like a desert nomad rumbled something and nodded at Ms. Morgan, “and of course Izzerial.” The last of the demons to step forward was red-skinned, with eyes to match, twin curved horns protruding from his forehead, a moustache and pointed goatee.

“This is the human warrior you have broken is it, Lillah?” the words that came out of Cyvus’ mouth were very much a challenge.

Ms. Morgan smiled. “Fifi, strip.”

The once-feared Slayer rose sinuously, her hand reaching to the zip on the side of her skirt. The air filled with the sound of it unfastening, and then it fell to the floor, revealing her long, shapely legs. The eager-to-please plaything didn’t bother to unfasten her blouse’s buttons, instead she tore it out, full chest heaving free and buttons flew everywhere, the torn garment falling to the ground. The demons muttered their approval of her full-breasted, near-nude nubility as she completed her strip by hooking a finger in her lacy black thong and tugging it away, the hem snapping as her ass bounced and her bald twat came into view. Then the nude slave sunk to her knees and awaited instruction, her hands on her silken-skinned thighs.

“Gentlemen.” Ms. Morgan rose from her desk and strode to and out of the door. “She’s all yours. Fifi, don’t forget you have an appointment with the janitorial staff at six.”

“Six hours?” the Archduke laughed. “We’ll have to make good use of our time with the human bitch.”

The sultry beauty submissively stayed in her position as the demon leisurely disrobed and discussed their crude plans for her, deciding who should have her and it what order. Cyvus was a pot-bellied mage with an eight inch member as blotchy as the rest of him, Drizzit’s powerful body was complimented with a nine inch prick covered with bumps that promised a nerve-tingling ride to anyone who ended up with it slammed inside them, while Ed’s member was covered in what looked to be scales.

It was however the other two who made her pant, pussy moistening with inter-mingled terror and anticipation. Izzerial had not one but two nine inch pricks jutting from his pelvis, one the coldest blue and the other the most sizzling red. Even as her dark eyes fell on them, Izzerial showed off his control, one withdrawing into his body and then the other, then one came out again, like a set of pistons. But despite Izzerial’s freakishness, it was the Archduke who terrified her. His transparent member exceeded even Clem’s in size, an easy eighteen inches, perhaps three inches thick at the top, but his tennis-ball sized testes rested side by side inside and at the bottom of his cock, making it impossibly thick at the root.

“Girl,” Cyvus cocked a spindly finger at her. “Over here, I want your mouth.”

Faith nodded dutifully before crawling over to the waiting demon, her ass rippling and dangling tits swaying. The moment she was in position, the others were all over her. Powerful hands spanking her round ass with stinging blows that made her breath hitch and it jiggle and bounce. Twisting and pulling on her perky hooters as if experimenting to see if they could pull them off. Rubbing and stroking at her skin, muttering surprise at just how soft humans felt to the touch. Each demon taking a turn to stroke and tug on her helplessly twitching labia, pinch it before experimentally pushing a couple of fingers into her tight vag, and then licking their fingers to see how she tasted.

All this and more the sexy plaything endured as she leaned forward, took Cyvus’ hairless nuts in her hand and began squeezing them while kissing the mage’s cock from tip to root, her lips barely brushing his wrinkled flesh. The mage grunted as her tongue slipped out of her mouth and stroked his piss slit then pulled away, her mouth engulfing his nuts and beginning to suck and lick them, while her hand grabbed his cock, her long fingers delicately dancing up and down it.

“Oh god,” Cyvus groaned, his eyes screwed shut.

Faith allowed the sodden balls to drop from her mouth, crooked her neck and peered down at the root, her tongue shooting out to teasingly stab it, the cock jumping at her touch. Then her rosy lips took his tip in her mouth and started sucking, her dark eyes adoringly fixed on the demon sat above her. Then she swallowed him whole, her tongue swirling eagerly around his member, engaging every nerve ending on it. Satisfied by the mage’s groaning that she was doing her job, the big-titted whore pulled her head back up and began bobbing up and down, thick locks snapping wildly.

”So good,” Cyvus as his pelvis rose to greet her, spittle-soaked balls slapping against the brunette slave’s chin, his cum spurting out to hit the back of her throat, Faith almost gagging at his seweragey taste. Faith pulled her head back once he’d finished cum and cleaned up after herself, licking the demon’s cock clean.

”Our turn.”

Suddenly Ed had his strong hands around her tiny waist, flipping her onto her side, he and Drizzit kneeling either side of her, Drizzit fondling her high, round behind as Ed did the same to her tits, his cock rubbing against her flat stomach, belly undulating its rough-textured touch. Then Ed grinned over her shoulder at his fellow demon. “Let’s find out what humans feel like.”

“Oooooh,” Faith’s lips parted in a groan as the two demons pushed into her wet, hot holes. Drizzit’s bumps rubbed against her ass, inflaming every nerve ending as the demon forced his way in, his thickness spreading her narrow, dry ass. At the same time Ed entered her from the front, taking her with a single brutal thrust that forced a submissive gasp from her curved lips. “Oh yes,” she whimpered as her holes first spread before the invaders then clenched around them, welcoming them to her slutty body. “So good.” The two cocks rubbed together, separated only by a so thin wall as the demon expressed their dominance by taking her at a slow steady pace, their powerfully-muscled physiques squashing her between them.

The two demons were in no hurry to finish, their rough skinned hands travelling her satin-skinned body, enjoying her many curves, her every submissive whimper and plea for more as they ponderously took her. Faith moaned as Ed’s mouth engulfed a jiggling tittie and began sucking on it, almost as if trying to vacuum it off. A jagged pain shot through her shoulder when Drizzit bit her there with enough force to break the creamy-white skin, his crotch mashed up against her ass. “Oh, oh, oh,” she mewed as pain warred with pleasure for control of her shuddering frame.

“Gooood, so good.” The Bostonian beauty bucked as Ed started to speed up, Drizzit quickly following suit, her pussy and ass flexing almost continually around their probing dongs. Sweat flew off the joined trio’s bodies as their grunts filled the air, the two demons pinching and slapping harder as their excitement grew and climaxes approached.

“Yes!” Faith moaned as Ed poured into her, loving the feel of demon cum inside her womb, her pussy responded with an excited leaking of her own juices, body shaking with happiness as Drizzit followed suit, his cum firing into her ass.

“Gentlemen,” the Archduke spoke as he took a seat, “if you don’t mind, bring that little bitch over here.”

“Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!” Faith’s dark eyes bulged, her curvy body shaking uncontrollably as the laughing pair dropped her on the Archduke’s waiting staff, her tight, bald hole forced to stretch like it never had before to accommodate his great length and width. Her rounded melons bounced into the demon’s hands, nipples hardening at his expert flick. “Oooooh!” she screamed again as he experimentally twisted them, the ache rippling through them unimportant next to the feeling of her love channel straining around his monstrous girth. “Ooooh!” Faith shrieked as the two demons holding her arms and waist lifted her up until only his bulbous tip remained inside her then dropped her again, seemingly trying to split her in two. “Aaaaah!” Her pussy flexed around him, almost as if she was going through the birthing process in reverse, having a full-grown baby forced into her twat. The demon’s fingers dug into her melons as his serpentine eyes studied her reaction, a cold mirth in them. And then she was being lifted and dropped again, another shriek erupting from her lips as his cock throbbed and rubbed against her, every nerve tingling in disbelief. “Toooooo biggggggggggggg!”

Then the two now roaring with laughter demons were lifting her again, their fingers clawing into her ass just as the Archduke’s were pinching deep into her tits. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ohhhh!” The Slayer wailed continually as the cock rubbed against her all the way up, a feeling that only intensified when the two shoved her down, forcing her to take all of their fellow demon’s massive dong. “God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Every muscle seemed on fire, the slightest twitch of his dick making more nerves inside her sing in protest. But however much the sultry bombshell shrieked and wailed, her lithe body uncontrollably shaking, the two demons holding her were remorseless.

“Oh god! Oh god!” Up and down she went, her pussy rubbing and stretching continually against the demon’s dong. The Archduke’s grip on her tits suddenly tightened, ripe, flawless flesh bruising under his fingers, as his breathing shallowed and his cock stiffened, his ass rising as he joined in her panting groans. “Oh! Oh!” Sweat blurred Faith’s vision as her pussy began to flex around the giant cock. “I’m gonna cum!” Suddenly the Archduke was shooting up into her, the hammering her g-spot had taken finally exploding into a climax that made her see stars, her heart almost bursting under the release. “Jesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssusssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!” A backhand cracked against her cupid-shaped mouth, reminding her many demons didn’t like to hear mention of one they considered an enemy, but Faith just jiggled on the impaling rod, unable to stop her screaming, even after the two other demons dragged her off and casually dropped her on the floor.

Cyvus’ voice rattled out. “Ed, Drizzit, would you mind?”

Suddenly the once-defiant street kid was in the air again, the Fell Brethen and Sahrvin carrying her over to the seated mage. Faith moaned as she felt the mage’s hands reach up, grab her ass cheeks, and spread her deep buttocks. “Ohhh,” the once-proud temptress groaned as she felt the demon’s cock rub teasingly against her anus, one quick swipe up and down her ass crack, then a slightly deeper teasing probe of her rosebud, only to withdraw before even his tip completely impaled her.

“Aaaaaa!” Faith squealed as the two demons holding her pushed her down, forcing her to take the nine inch prong in a single savage motion, her back’s lithe muscles rippling sensually as she arched in shock. The demons stepped back and looked expectantly at her. The sultry slave nodded, long mane falling over her face, concealing her lust-filled features, making her look for all the world like a primitive savage princess taken by a fairy tale’s monsters. Raising her sweat-slicked, silk-skinned hips, she pulled up until only Cyvus’ tip remained inside of her then dropped, powering down, her ass channel gloving around the hard cock inside her. “Oooooh.” Faith’s rosy lips parted in a moan when the demon’s leathery hands began travelling her curvy frame, stroking languid circles in her flat belly, rubbing her powerful yet slender thighs, his fingers dancing a tune over her pert behind, and pinching greedily at her fat chest. “Touch me,” she pleaded, “touch me!”

“Are you enjoying yourself, dear?” Cyvus panted as the curvy pet bounced up and down on his thick cock, her body shaking with indoctrinated pleasure.

“Oh yes,” Faith groaned, her eyes only half-open, lost in a world of pleasure, a world where the same pleasure could easily come from pain or humiliation, her tits bouncing and sleek muscles writhing. “Oh yes, master.”

Drizzit stepped in front of her, wordlessly put his hands either side of her head and yanked her down into a bent over position and onto his cock, the bump-skinned member that had just been up her ass flying into her mouth. At the same time, Faith’s slender hips continued seamlessly driving up and down on the mage’s cock, her ass flexing pleasingly around him, the only differences her now dangling bust swung back and forth rather than bouncing up and down, and her cries were muffled by the throbbing member in her mouth.

Faith felt Cyvus’ wrinkled palms clenching onto her smooth-skinned hips, pulling her up and down with even greater force, increasing the ferocious friction for both of them. At the same time, Faith’s head bobbed up and down, her long mane still falling over her beautiful features, obscuring her blissful rapture as her tongue stroked expertly at the demon’s cock.

Drizzit grunted, one hand grabbing the back of her head and beginning to pull her up and down his cock with ever greater force while his hips powered back and forth, in seeming competition with her own hips to see which one of them could go faster. The air filled with the stench of her excited sex and sweat, and the two demons’ grunts and her gulping.

Faith gurgled helplessly when Drizzit’s free hand grabbed her throat, the powerful demon choking her as he used her mouth for her pleasure, her lips stretching to accommodate his sizable member. Soon tears were streaming from the sultry bombshell’s dark eyes, the cock in her mouth shaking tauntingly, its rough, sandpaper like surface scratching against her mouth, while her hips thrust up and down, slavishly milking the hardening member in her rear.

Faith groaned helplessly as Drizzit stopped pulling her head up and down, and just held her at his root, his other hand still choking. Despite the discomfort of her stretching mouth and drool rolling out of the corners, and tears streaming down her face, Faith continued to do her duty, sucking and licking as best she could between gurgles and wheezes.

Then both cocks exploded in unison, the demons filling her with their cum, their fluids jetting deep into her, her body shaking with the glee of a successful serving. Drizzit suddenly released his grip on her throat and head. The drained Slayer toppled forward, falling off Cyvus’ cock and onto her knees, cum leaking from her ass and mouth, chest heaving as she struggled for breath, nipples hard with the thrill of another choking, and sweat gleaming like ivory on her sleekly-muscled body.

“Seeing as you’re in position,” Izzerial commented. Faith looked over her shoulder to see Izzerial kneeling behind, grab hold of her tiny waist and thrust forward, his belly slapping against the curvy plaything’s rounded ass.

”Aiiiieeee!” Faith shrilled as the demon entered her vag, his red-hot cock powering into her, the nerves inside rippling and dancing as each sang its shock. Izzerial laughed as he pulled out and then pushed back in. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” Faith threw her head back and wailed when this time Izzerial chilled her with his icy cock, shoving it up and brushing against her g-spot all the way in and out. “Gawddddddddddd!”

Faith didn’t know whether to sweat or shiver, so she did both, beads of sweat floating over chilly, goose-pimpled flesh, dripping from her like the middle of a heatwave, while she shivered like a naked Eskimo. Her long mane fell in front of her face as the demon determinedly ploughed a furrow in her twat, her breath coming in pants as a lust-filled glaze filled her dark eyes. Sometimes Izzerial would shove in his red cock, sometimes his blue one, sometimes he’d even stretch with both at once, sometimes he’d be gentle and slow, others he’d be unmercifully rough, uncaringly slamming his meat home.

It didn’t matter.

Whatever the demon did, her body responded to on a primal level, a level it had been carefully trained to respond on. Her tits would jiggle back and forth, nipples so hard with excitement she half-thought they’d pop off, her lips would utter a low, thankful moan or desperate plea for more with every penetration, and her pussy would tighten around the invader, no matter their number or temperature.

“You certainly seem to have her dancing to your tune, Izzerial,” the Archduke chuckled as he crouched by Faith’s side.

“I doubt a normal human could take our treatment,” Izzerial commented as he pounded Faith’s cunny. “This one however responds quite well to it.” The house-trained Bostonian’s arousal increased when the Archduke reached under her, and began pinching, tugging, and twisting on her nipples. Tears of pained arousal flooded down her face as she huffed and puffed under Izzerial’s enthused fucking, cheeks hollowing and expanding as she took on air, her tiny body shaking with the unimagined pleasure. Her pulse raced like a marathon runner’s as her climax approached.

”Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!” She managed a shrill squeak when he came, his alternating hot and icy fluids burying themselves deep in her womb and setting off her own shaking climax, her pussy wildly flexing around the cocks inside her, and her entire body writhing, sweat flying from her. Izzerial laughed again, then pulled out, leaving her to collapse to the ground, mumbling pleas for more as her body twitched uncontrollably.

Then Ed had W&H’s office slut by her hair and wordlessly dragged over to Ms. Morgan’s desk and bent her over it, full tits flattened against the desk and firm butt pointing alluringly up. For a second there was nothing but the sound of the demon’s low growls, then he grabbed her arms and held them by their wrists behind her back. Faith moaned as she felt his scaled cock rub against her ass.

”Faaa.” The Slayer grunted as the demon lined himself up at her entrance and in a single plunge managed to split her in two, her curved body jerking spasmodically as he took her, by now accustomed pain blazing up her ass. Once she’d settled back down, Ed began moving inside her, easing himself deeper and deeper into her, the other demons laughing as they watched their friend degrade the once-feared Slayer.

“Ooooh,” Faith panted, sweat pouring off her curvy body, fat tits rubbing against the desk as he thrust deep into her sphincter, blasting past it. The demon used his free hand to grab her tits, using his leverage to pull her back against him as he swivelled in and out of her, enjoying her moans and groans as he took her. “Oooohh,” Faith moaned as he swelled inside her, the experienced sex-toy recognising the approach of a climax. Then Ed grabbed her by her shoulders and began yanking her back even harder, his balls slapping against her wet cunny. “Oooooh,” she whimpered as he fired deep into her, his cum hitting her bowels as he fucked her even faster, waiting until all his cum had been fired before pulling out and stroking his wet end against her rounded cheeks.

Then another powerful hand grabbed her waist and flipped her on her back. Before she had chance to speak, the Archduke had climbed up onto her, his massive member snug between her tits. So big was his cock that rather than need to wrap her jugs around them, her cleavage had in fact to stretch to contain him.

The Archduke smiled as he reached down, placed his hand beneath her head and lifted her up to meet his cock as he pushed through her cleavage. Faith didn’t need to be told what to do, her mouth snapped open, swallowing as much of his tip as she could manage, breathing through her nose as his cock momentarily lodged in her throat, her tongue dancing around and stroking it.

The Archduke groaned as her lips sucked at him, his member popping out of her mouth as he pulled back, then rushing back in as he pushed forward. The air filled with the sound of the Slayer’s dutiful sucking and the demon’s moans. “Ohhh,” Faith managed a muffled grunt and her back arched like a bow’s when the Archduke began to use his free hand to reach behind her and spank her bubble-butt, the blow’s ferocity directly related to how hard he was fucking her tits.

The Archduke laughed before setting into a steady rhythm, eagerly fucking Faith’s deep cleavage while also spanking her ass, every blow making the subjugated Slayer bounce and dance, and lifting her head up and down so she could suck him off when his end erupted from within her tits. The Slayer moaned and writhed as the demon proved his dominance with a rough tit fucking and spanking that would leave her ass welted, his powerful hand cutting deep into her ample ass. Then just as the Archduke was lowering her head, the busty Bostonian felt his cock begin to shake, and then cum was streaming out, the grey fluids spilling out all over her face.

The Archduke had barely clambered off her when Ed and Drizzit grabbed her and pulled her to her shaky feet. “This Champion of the humans is not mighty at all,” mused Izzerial. “Never had a finer fuck though,” he chuckled.

Faith moaned deep in her throat as the two demons grabbed her by her tiny waist, lifted her up, and dropped the midnight-tressed beauty on their excitedly stiff members, Faith shuddering as Drizzit’s bumpy surfaced cock set every vaginal nerve jingling as he powered into her. “Ooooh,” Faith’s dark eyes fluttered as Ed’s scaly member once more delved into her sodden asshole.

The air filled with the demons’ grunts as they took their pleasure, Faith responding with soft whimpers that no-one who’d known her before her training would recognise as belonging to her. “Yes, oh yes,” she whispered, “take me, fuck your human whore. Yes, you’re so good.” For their part, the two men kept their strong hands around her waspish waist, lifting her up at an always varied pace, so she had no idea if their double penetrations would be slow or fast, gentle or hard. “Oh yes, oh yes, it feels so so good. Fill me.”

Her pleasure increased when Drizzit sunk his teeth into her nipples, the pain shooting through her tits only adding to her arousal. “Yes, yes, yes.” Faith panted, back arching as she offered her chest for the demon’s use. “Oooooh!” Faith shrieked as the welcome friction in her holes increased, the two demons reaching greater speeds, her tits bouncing gleefully, sweat flying off her as she wrapped her legs around Drizzit’s waist, her powerful hips pushing down to meet the two cocks thrusting up to take her. “So good!”
Faith ‘s hand slid down her sweat-streaked, undulating belly to grab at her pleasure button and twist and pull at it, the flexing in her cunny increasing to tell-tale levels, her belly cramping in excitement. “Yes! Yes!” Ed exploded in her ass, the feel of him pumping into her sending a series of pleasant vibrations through her back passage. “Ooooh!” Drizzit was next, his hot, salty fluids steaming into, triggering her own gleeful climax. “Ohhh! Ohhh! Yessss! Yesssss!”

Faith’s knees had barely touched the carpet when Izzerial had his hand behind her head, guiding her face and her mouth towards his cocks. The once-sassy beauty gasped as his twin pricks forced their way into her heart-shaped mouth, stretching her mouth as his balls bounced off her dimpled chin. It was the weirdest thing, like having a hot curry in your mouth at the same time as the coldest ice-cream.

Any chance she had to think about it was cut off when she set to work tonguing each dick in turn, jaw aching from how stretched it was, and drool running down the sides of her mouth as she gurgled and breathed through her nose. The demon pulled back, giving her a second of air, then drove forward again, one hand grabbing her around the throat, making her gag even more for air, the vibrations from her choking making the demon purr in contentment.

Drool began dripping onto her perky boobs as she struggled to service the cocks bobbing in and out of her mouth, her tongue aching as it licked feverishly at each in turn. Then Izzerial changed the rules of the game, his free hand grabbing the stunning brunette by the back of her head and yanking her up and down his lengths, her teeth’s friction making the two cock twitch inside her as she gasped and moaned around them, the cocks rubbing constantly against the sides of her constricted throat. And then both cocks seemed to stiffen, and exploded, shooting their cum like a cobra shoots its venom.

Faith gurgled and gasped as the cock fluids hit the back of her throat, the foul fluids tasting like rancid, curdled milk. The demon released his grip on her head and throat, allowing her to fall on her back, the explosion of tastes in her mouth and throat making her dry-heave as her belly clenched and unclenched, as if trying to throw up the foul fluids now sticking to the back of her throat.

“How entertaining,” Cyvus commented as she wheezed for air, her lungs aching and throat feeling like she’d just drunk chemical waste. “Now girl, I want to fuck that pussy of yours.”

When Faith was too busy dry-heaving, tears still streaming down her face, Izzerial grabbed her by her long mane and dragged her across the floor to the seated mage. “You heard Cyvus.”

“Yes sir.” The curvy beauty staggered to her feet, grabbed the demon’s cum-slicked pole, pointed it at her hot twat and slowly eased down on it. “Ooooh,” the busty brunette whinnied like a broken pony as her bald cunny lips parted before him. Faith kept going until she was straddling the demon, his cock snug within her, and his well-licked balls rubbing against her opening. Placing her hands on the demon’s shoulders for leverage, she arched her back, pushing her tits forward for Cyvus’ perusal, a thrill running through the well-trained slave as his hands grabbed her tits and began pawing at her.

“Oh, oh, oh.” The east coast slut squeezed her moist pussy around the demon’s hard cock, writhing from side to side and back and forwards, just grinding herself against him, her pussy constantly flexing around her as she showed the demon just what a great ride she was. “Yes,” Faith moaned as she pulled herself up half way, then ground her way back down, taking every half-inch slowly, sliding down him. Then she pulled all the way up, until just the mage’s tip was inside her before dropping as fast as she could, her pussy crashing into his pussy. And then she pulled half the way up, and dropped even faster, Cyvus arching to meet her. “Yes, yes!” Faith panted as she varied her fucking speed and length. “Keep going! Give it to me!”

“Owww!” Faith squealed as Cyvus’s teeth bit the opposite shoulder to the one Drizzit had bitten, the sexy slave’s back arching in surprised response. Then his hands were on her ass, pinching and slapping it alternately as Faith panted lewdly, her tongue hanging out of her curved mouth as she rode the demon’s thickening, hardening member. “Yeah, yeah, oh, oh, god, yeah, yeah!”

All thoughts of exhaustion had gone, now there was only the cock inside her, Faith went faster and faster, sweat flowing and flying as her tits bounced and ass reverberated under Cyvus’ excited beating. Her pussy flew up and down, flexing wildly around the cock inside her, the continual friction sending her already almost rubbed raw cunt into nuclear-propelled orbit. “Morrrre!” Faith screamed as she began to come, the demon under her likewise jetting up into her. “Yeess!” The horny beauty continued riding her master, desperately milking his dick. “Ohhhh!” Sweat flew off her nubile body as the two of them exchanged fluids, the juices spilling out of her cunny to splatter the demon’s meaty thighs. “So fucking good!”

“Ohhh,” Faith barely registered the Archduke’s pythonesque fingers in her hair, yanking her off the mage and dragging her across the room. “Ooof!” She gasped as the powerfully-muscled demon dropped face down on Ms. Morgan’s desk, her face and tits bouncing off the desk

“No!” Faith’s dark orbs widened, her heart pounding and pulse racing as she felt the demon’s massive member rubbing between her deep buttocks. The sultry temptress looked over her shoulder, eyes shining desperately. “Pleasssseeee!”

The Archduke chuckled. “Do you think I have any concern for your well-being girl?” Faith mewed when the demon grabbed her hair and yanked her head back until she thought it might snap, her cum-crusted boobs lifting off the table. “You are merely a receptacle for my pleasure, nothing more.”

“She’ll never be able to take him,” Cyvus commented. “This tiny girl? I don’t care how amazing her constitution is.”

“Oh I think she will,” Izzerial countered. “And I’d be willing to be my Weyland-Yutani holdings against your Winters Enterprises’ stock.”

“Agreed,” Cyvus continued, a note of excitement entering his raspy voice, the mage reaching under her to grab and twist a nipple.

Faith’s voluptuous body shuddered, legs lifting off the ground with the force of his initial entry. “Please,” the sexy brunette sobbed, ass erupting in untold agony as the demon stretched her narrow passageway with his thick, unyielding rod, barely half of him inside her, but it was enough to send her into pained convulsions. “Oh god, oh god.”

The sex-crazed demon paid her no heed, pulling out and thrusting back in, this time burying himself even deeper. “Oooo.” Tears formed in her eyes as the powerful Archduke dragged himself out of her, stretching her anal ring with him, then thrust forward again, her body jerking and tits bouncing with the impact.

“Archduke,” Izzerial called, “twenty percent of my winnings to you should you succeed.”

“Agreed,” the Archduke grunted. “And I will.”

Faith clenched her teeth, cheeks expanding and deflated as she struggled to take on air, her lungs heaving with the rough punishment she was taking. “Ooooo,” Faith moaned as the demon took her with long, hard strokes, each stroke taking him just a little deeper and stretching her just a little wider. Pained sweat flowed off her as she continually shook, her ass burning as the huge-pricked demon took his pleasure. “So big,” she panted, eyes glazing over in shock. “So big.” After a seeming eternity and countless thrusts, each taking him just a little deeper, the busty brunette felt the Archduke’s belly slap against her stretched, aching ass, the entirety of his cock inside her. “Oh god,” Faith whimpered, her behind feeling like an on fire baseball bat had been shoved up her.

”Ohhh,” her discomfort only increased, her body convulsing helplessly as the once ponderous demon speeded up, pile driving her ass until seemingly every nerve not only in her backside but her entire body was vibrating with pain. “Oooooh,” she croaked as the demon came, filling with cum, some of it gushing out of her now loose ass and down her shaking legs.

”Thank god.” The Slayer moaned as the demon pulled his finally soft cock out of her brutalised rectum. The busty brunette rolled off the desk and slumped to the ground, naked body twitching as she ached all over.

“Looks like you win the bet Izzerial. It’s ten to six,” Cyvus announced.

Demon cum dripped down Faith’s face while also mixing the sweat and cunt juices streaking the front and back of her long legs, finger-marks all over her body where the demons had roughly felt her up. “Leave your clothes,” the sexy submissive looked towards a leering Archduke. A whimper escaped her lips as the Archduke reached across, rolled her left tit-flesh around his hand, then pinched and twisted her nipple, pleasant pain rippling through her chest. “I want everyone out there to know how the Black Thorns treat human whores.”

“Yes sir,” Faith nodded submissively. Rather than attempt standing, the exhausted plaything crawled to the door and out of the office, the sight of Ms. Morgan’s naked slave going barely unnoticed in an office used to Faith’s comings and goings.

* * *

Faith stared around the bordello that Ms. Morgan said was to be her new home. Ms. Morgan led her into an inner office, a severe-faced woman in her mid-fifties sat behind the desk. Faith was dressed in a red silk dressing-gown, her throat collared and Ms. Morgan clinging to the other end of her leash.

”This is the new girl?” the woman shot Faith a disinterested look. “Very nice, but how can I be sure she meets our standards?”

”Allow me.” Ms. Morgan unfastened the robe’s belt and tugged it off, leaving Faith naked. Then a hand on her shoulder pushed the once-rebellious Slayer to her knees. Ms. Morgan leaned down and whispered an order.

Faith nodded before crawling over to the brothel-owner and under her desk, her full tush wriggling in the way that had become second-nature after several years spent in servitude. And then she was pulling the older woman’s skirt up, her panties down and latching onto her pussy like a baby suckling at her mom’s teat while Ms. Morgan poured both women drinks and discussed Faith’s future. “I trust she meets your standards?”

“Oh yes, oh yes,” the woman moaned as Faith cat-licked her hole.

“Yes as you can see she’s utterly broken,” Ms. Morgan continued with a gloat, standing behind Faith and casually placing her heel down hard into Faith’s left butt cheek, the stiletto heel digging painfully deep into her ripe flesh.

”Oh god,” the woman whimpered as Faith ignored the pain in her behind in favour of slavishly kissing at the brothel owner’s neatly-shaven vag.

”She’s very good with demons, has an unique constitution as regards both pleasure and pain in addition to her obvious attractiveness.”

The older woman pushed her obviously surgically-tightened twat forward, crotch rubbing against Faith’s nose. “As a former Slayer I’d imagine so,” the brothel owner reached under the desk and began fondling Faith’s tits, the house-broken plaything responding by nipping at the woman’s engorging labia with her teeth, then quickly kissing them.

“Of course her being a Slayer will only add to the lure,” Ms. Morgan commented.

”What price,” the pimp’s hips rose as Faith drove her tongue deep into her, her cunny flexing around the brunette’s long tongue. “Oh god! Oh god! I have to-.” The woman punched the table as Faith’s tongue snaked across her clit, the nubbin vibrating with glee. “What price?”

Ms. Morgan chuckled. “No price up-front, just ten percent of her take.”

“Very reasonable,” the woman shuddered as Faith’s tongue flicked over her thick pleasure button. “Oh god! Yes, I agree! I agree.”

“Oh and twenty-five per-cent of any merchandising, DVD sales, web-cam views, that sort of thing.”

“Of course,” the brothel owner groaned as the busty beauty began kissing her fat nether lips, her knees rubbing on the thick, fluffy carpet. “Of course.”

“Of course, W&H have certain conditions.” Ms. Morgan continued as Faith licked and kissed at the woman’s neatly manicured twat.

“I’m listening,” the woman’s heavy thighs shook and wobbled as Faith’s tongue delved deep inside her, stroking up and down her pussy walls, her salty juices dripping onto the Slayer beauty’s wet tongue.

“Fifi caused us no little embarrassment a few years ago.” Faith moaned slightly as Lillah’s heel twisted in her ass, pain rippling through the deep buttock.

”Oh, oh, oh,” the madam moaned, one hand continuing to maul Faith’s firm boobs, the other grabbing her lustrous mane and holding her into position as her tongue drove in and out of the surgically tightened hole, her hands on the older woman’s knees. “Just name it.”

“Firstly, Fifi is kept as a ‘speciality client’, only to be used by group bookers, the especially perverted, and sadistic. And when she’s not earning, I’d like her to be made available for the brothel’s employees for their entertainment. Before her breaking, this little whore caused us a lot of trouble, and we’re not the sort of people who forget.”

“Whatever,” the brothel-owner’s breath hitched when Faith took her clit between her lips and began suckling teat-like on it, “W&H wants, they get.” The woman’s saggy ass rose off the chair, then fell back down as the Slayer’s even teeth nipped her pleasure button. “I’ll keep the little bitch in a cot in my room, so I can have access to her any time I want. Oh god, that mouth!”

Ms. Morgan nodded. “Of course. By the way I’ll be taking a personal interest on just how she’s used, make it often and brutal.” The lawyer rose and walked out, leaving Faith feasting on the middle-aged madam’s cunt, the whore-mistress’ cries filling her ears, and manicured fingers clawing at her tits.

“On your way out,” the madam groaned as her cunt juices flooded out into Faith’s open mouth, “tell my secretary to cancel all my appointments for this afternoon!”

* * *

Rivers of sweat poured down the naked Slayer’s body as she dangled from the basement ceiling pipe that her hands were cuffed to, her sensually-contoured legs folded up and her ankles likewise fastened to her ankles. The sweating was caused by an injection of some drug or other her client had given her making her feel like fire was burning through her veins, but that was unimportant, comfortable even next to the itching pain in her pussy.

Upon her arrival, her client had spent a minute or so lovingly rubbing honey onto and into her cunny, and then had fixed her into her current position, her snatch pressing firmly on a fire-anthill. The tiny insects were leaping into her helpless twat, stinging and pinching a hundred every second as they took their turn in greedily feeding on her, every new bite eliciting a fresh grunt from her. Her client had hungrily watched and listened to her discomfort for a few minutes while playing with her tits before muttering something about the photographer being here soon, and leaving.

She’d been serving at the brothel for six months. In that time it seemed that every wealthy human or demon on the west coast had had use of her, often on multiple occasions. A favourite scenario was hiring her out to serve food either in stripper-wear or naked at a private party of five to ten businessmen or women, so they could share out the immense fee charged for her use. Then after the meal, the group would spend the rest of the night gang-fucking her. For demons it was different, many of them weren’t so much interested in fucking as humiliating or punishing her, although many of them banged her just for the thrill.

Faith blinked when the door swung open and a high-pitched giggle filled the air. Then Angelus strutted in, Drusilla still giggling following behind. “I wouldn’t have believed it Dru hadn’t told me when she magically removed my soul.” Faith yelped when the vampire’s belt flew out, the belt buckle cracking against her left tit and drawing blood. “Not without seeing it here right now. Faith LeHane, housebroken.”

”I’ll be a good girl, sir,” she whimpered. It would be far from the first time she served a vampire, and as a race no one took as much a delight in torturing and dominating a Slayer than a member of the undead.

”Bloody right you will.” Angelus grinned as he whispered something to Drusilla before looking towards her as the Cockney vampiress ran out of the basement. Faith moaned as the vampire lowered his head to her bleeding tit and feasted on it in much the same way the fire ants were biting at her tender cunny. When the vampire pulled away, his grinning mouth was drenched in blood. “You might not act like a Slayer, but you still taste like one.” Angelus declared before glancing over his shoulder to a returning Drusilla, the mad vampiress carrying a wooden stool with her. “Good lass. A grand idea of yours to impersonate the photographers to get us in here.”

“Daddy!” Drusilla clapped her hands. “Daddy’s going to make me a sister!”

Angelus chuckled. “First things first, she has to pass the initiation first.” Faith moaned as the powerfully-built vampire unfastened her from her restraints and laid her across the stool, its wooden surface pressing into her lower stomach and teardropped tits dangling down. Then the vampire’s strong hands were on her hips, pulling her rounded buns apart. Faith’s full lips parted in a groan and her head shot up when the vampire forced his thick knob into her dry, tight bunghole. “Oh this is gonna be a struggle.” She heard Angelus grunt, felt him pull back, and then push forward again. “But I want to see you tear.” She gasped, but stayed in position as the vampire re-entered her for the third time, this time her sphincter gave way under his determined onslaught, searing pain shooting through her cluster of anal nerves at the brutal intrusion.

“Aaaaah,” Faith squealed helplessly as her rosebud tore under the vampire’s attack. Angelus laughed before doggedly continuing, enjoying his dominance of the sleekly-muscled beauty as he pushed in until his balls rubbed against her honeyed cunt lips, his entire cock cooconed in her anal passage.
“Ooooh!” Drusilla giggled. “A new playmate for Daddy and me!”
The busty brunette moaned and groaned, the demon feeling so big inside her, her bowels stretched tightly around his prodigious cock. The vampire let out a groan as he started to pull out, Faith feeling her pulverised anal ring stretching away from her body. “Oh god, oh god,” Faith whimpered helplessly.
The Bostonian enchantress’ tits swayed back and forth, yet more sweat pouring off her wildly twitching body as her dominator began thrusting with full force, sawing in and out of her ripped open ass, pushing and pulling on her anal ring and rectum, blood spilling out to coat his cock. All the while grunting approvingly about how tight her ass was. The vampire moved with confident strokes, pulling most of the way out, then eagerly forcing his way back in, until his balls slapped against the once-rebellious Slayer’s puffy labia. Then the vampire let out a groan, his infertile cum filling her bowels.
“Oooooh.” Faith moaned as the vampire leaned over her, grabbed her tits, fingers pinching deep into the rounded, soft flesh, and sunk his teeth into her neck. Faith shuddered as the fangs tore through her flawless skin in much the same way his cock had taken her ass. Blood bubbled up and into the vampire’s mouth as he drained her.
Her vision blurred and darkened as the strength began to leave her body. Then Drusilla knelt before her, grabbed her by the back of her head with one hand, and pulled her dress down to reveal a cut just below her shoulder-bone. “Drink my pretty.”
Faith shuddered as her tongue lapped out in instinctive obedience, nose wrinkling at the salty taste, then she licked again, and again, until she passed out.
Faith growled as awoke to find herself in a close-curtained room, laid upon a four poster bed, Angelus sat on a chair at the foot of the bed, Drusilla sat upon his knee.
"Now let's take care of the Council," Angelus chuckled.

“But first.” Drusilla giggled before kneeling, unfastening Angelus’ pants, and pulling out the Irish vampire’s cock. “Join me sister?”

The demon within Faith howled gleefully. Oh the body she was in was strong indeed, and the vengeance that filled her. This was the perfect instrument of carnage and death.

The END