Spawns of Satan

Taylor fought to wake up from his newest nightmare, his cries catching somewhere between his chest and his throat, unable to voice a protest as the demons assaulted him in his slumber once more.

His head rolled back and forth, his arms and hands pushing against the creatures in his mind to make them stop. Hideous laughter filled his ears, the horrifying sounds at what he was being forced to do yet again echoing inside his brain.

He fought for freedom, to stop the wracking pain and undeniable pleasure that was quickly taking over, already knowing what the outcome was going to be. He would lose. He always lost to them no matter how hard he fought. Six months of this exact nightmare ended the same each time as his body gave up, giving them what they wanted from him.

"Let go, human, enjoy the pleasure!" A hissing voice called out next to his face, breath reeking of a scent close to death.

"No... stop!" Taylor cried in his mind, his voice still not sounding in the enclosed space.

Blinding pain nearly paralyzed him as the creature between his thighs drove a spiked tongue inside the small opening of his cock, feeling as if it crawled all the way to his balls in an attempt to get him to cum.

"Drive it, Taylor, drive it down her throat and the pain will stop!" The one voice cackled as now it felt as if a vacuum had been attached and shame, humiliation and yet again, another lost battle washed through him as he felt his hips shift upward.

Clawed nails dug into the inner flesh of his thighs, holding him nearly immobile as it continued to suck upon him, dragging the hot cum up from his balls to fill his cock. The only movements he could make now was the up and down motion of his hips, pushing his swollen cock to the back of the creature's throat so he could stop the pain. Her tongue wrapped around his base, squeezing, demanding he release, yet Taylor knew a second round was coming as soon as he did.

The demons took turns with him, each taking in the elixir they forced his body to expel, leaving him totally spent, exhausted, bruised and beaten without mercy.

"Pump!" The one beside him screeched when he stopped and again that tongue slithered up his cock and back out again in mind-numbing pain.

His hips were jerked upward again, ragged and sharp teeth sinking into the flesh at the base and Taylor gave in. His back arched as he released, both in relief from the pain and pleasure. The creature drank what he gave hungrily as wave after wave of hot cream filled her mouth until she pulled back, licking her black and cracked lips in satisfaction.

Taylor gasped in relief yet that was short-lived as he felt the second slip between his legs, sucking him up like another vacuum, swallowing him wholly as one more drive of their scorpion-like tails hit his stomach. The burn of the sting was excruciating and this second round of poison shot downward, hardening him again almost immediately.

The one sucking him off now was the more talented of the two and Taylor sobbed knowing that soon his torture would end and let his body heal again. It seemed to now take a month for him to recover from the attacks. This one was gentler even though when her sister was feeding she urged the pain inflicted upon him. Her mouth rode him, her almost human hand cupping his balls, squeezing, inciting him to give her what she wanted.

The sucking noises she made, the murmured coos of encouragement reached his pained mind as she worked upon him, his cock continuing to swell from their poison.

"That is nice, human. Yes, yes, fuck my sister's mouth." The second one rasped, straddling his chest and reaching down to part her own folds, the smell permeating his nostrils to entice him to do as she commanded.

Although Taylor knew what was happening, the feel of the dampness around him was a demonic mouth, the sensation of driving his cock inside one of the most delicious pussy's filled his mind. His hips moved, up, down, up, down, fucking the mouth as he was being commanded.

"Sweet and hot... yes, Taylor... push in, harder... deeper..." The one above his chest whispered seductively and Taylor's mind obeyed. His hips ground upward, ramming his cock to the very end to relieve the pressure building in his balls and at last he exploded again, crying out in silence as the hot fire of his loins catapulted deep into the recesses of the bitch's mouth between his legs.

Taylor sat upright, his chest heaving to fill his lungs; his body covered in a fine sheen of perspiration as consciousness finally overtook him. Every muscle in his body rebelled as he shifted in the bed, his crotch feeling as if it were on fire and raw. His heart pounded so furiously inside his chest that for a moment, Taylor was sure it was going to explode.

Alarms began to sound beside him and his dazed and blurred eyes turned to the sound. Shouts rang out overhead and the sound of a pump kicking on reached him.

"No!" He screamed in terror, realizing that a dose of morphine was being sent through the tubing toward his body. He could not be knocked out again; he could not endure another round with his demons if he fell back into unconsciousness.

White coats surrounded him, grabbing hold of his hands, arms and flailing legs in an attempt to pin him back against the mattress. Wires popped loose as he fought and even more alarms went off almost deafening him. He had to stop the morphine from going into his system, to stop them from knocking him out again and his strength renewed ten-fold as even more white coats appeared to subdue him.

"No, please..." Taylor cried, unable to reach the clear plastic tubing that entered his body, his arms pinned at his sides to stop his struggles.

"God, please... no..." He cried as the morphine entered his bloodstream, sedating him fully and as darkness swirled before his eyes, the last image Taylor had was a man dressed in black, moving his hands in what resembled an unseen cross over his chest.