Helpless to resist

Ellie thrashed and moaned, the shy girl covering her mouth to suppress the soft sounds of ecstasy that threatened to escape it every time her father’s tongue stroked along her needy pussy. Asmodeus’ smirked inwardly as he tasted her virgin juices, relishing the way her inexperienced body eagerly surrendered to his corrupt attentions, hastening her inevitable fall.

“Tell me!” he hissed.

“Yes! I want you!” Ellie trembled in nervous anticipation as her father, wearing an expression of predatory lust, rose to kneel between the panting teen’s outspread thighs.

“Good girl.” Asmodeus growled. “Now show me.”

Driven by her awakened lusts Ellie gently guided her father’s thick shaft to her virgin entrance, closing her eyes and wincing in anticipation.

The demon growled in lewd satisfaction as the girl accepted his unholy cock.

Its fat head pressed into her wet labia, relentlessly driving forward as it slowly slid into Ellie’s young pussy inch by deliciously torturous inch. The pain of her torn hymen was eclipsed by the electric searing pleasure that strummed though her quivering flesh like nothing the studious girl had ever dreamed of.

Ellie’s breath was coming in ragged gasps as his brutal thrusts rocked her young body, writhing with unrelenting supernatural arousal. With each long stroke her cute face scrunched up with ecstatic agony as she received the brutal fucking she had always secretly desired.

She realized Katie, their friend Beth and a girl she recognized vaguely as Katie’s neighbour stood nude, surrounding the bed, wearing evil smiles as they watched her get fucked into a sweaty incoherent mess. She felt like she was going to explode, she had never imagined being so ruthlessly dominated. How could it feel so good to be used so roughly. It was nothing like the gentle lovemaking she had fantasized alone in her bed. She was helpless before his power, and Ellie loved it.

Asmodeus grinned savagely, drinking in her growing corruption, he bent down, whispering promises in the softly whimpering girl’s ear. With the power of three souls the demon was able to seize upon her desires and lusts, making Ellie willing to do anything to quench the wet need between her legs.

She looked up at her father with pleading eyes, **** for release as the demon masterfully manipulated her body and mind. Ellie burned with a shame as she realized how much she relished the violation of her most sacred spot, her uterus clenching with need as her tight young cunt squeezed the massive shaft violating it.

The predatory gaze back contained nothing of the fatherly love she was accustomed to seeing there. Just a piteous lust and hunger as the demon ruthlessly held back Ellie’s orgasm. “What’s it going to be, Princess?”

“Take it.” she whispered.

Asmodeus howled victoriously, his cock swelled as boiling semen sprayed into her youthful cunt. The soft-voiced girl did finally shriek as Asmodeus tore her soul from her, riding a shuddering climax into the darkness. As her mind slid into his own his view of the modern world expanded. The bright inquisitive mind, so full of potential, goodness and hope. Now merely another tool for the demon to feed his inexhaustible appetites.

Four souls were now his, with each his power increased exponentially. He turned his attention to his enslaved virgins, regarding them with calculating eyes and calling upon his growing magic. Like a scythe he carved into their already delightfully depraved minds, adding unholy knowledge and giving his thralls unnatural strength and supernatural abilities. The ancient beast poured more dark energy into their nubile forms making his beautiful servant’s writhe helplessly as they experienced an unholy blossoming as their already stunning teenage bodies shifted under his ruthless will. Every imperfection vanished as he crafted them into the perfect tools of seduction, wanton recruiters for hell’s armies on earth.

He could feel the hours slipping away, the inexorable pull of hell through the invisible point in the bedroom where the still partially open portal lurked slowly growing. Eventually the next witching hour would arrive and it would reopen, in that moment if balance had not been restored the Demon Lord would be pulled back to the pits. That was why certain measures must be taken. Exerting his will four blank faced girls reached for their discarded clothing, sliding cell phones from pockets and his thralls went to work.