Sophiee's possession

The alarm clock blared its annoying tune, a stark contrast to the serenity of my dreams. I groaned and rolled over, swiping at the offending device with a limp hand. As the room came into focus, something felt...off. The furniture looked too large, the walls too far apart, and my hand...my hand had changed. I sat up, heart racing, and took a closer look at the clawed appendage attached to me.

"What the hell," I murmured, my voice a low, guttural growl. Panic set in as I realized I had grown wings overnight, translucent and bat-like, stretching awkwardly behind me. The last thing I remembered was going to bed, exhausted from a long day at the office. This had to be a prank, or maybe I had hit my head and was hallucinating.

the text from my dream reappeared before my eyes: "Demons of possession feed on negative emotion while occupying a host body." I couldn't believe it was real. This was insane. But as crazy as it was, a twisted thrill began to bubble up inside me. If I really was a demon, then I had some serious power at my disposal.

I looked around the room, still getting used to the unnatural way my eyes saw the world. Everything was brighter, more vivid, and I could sense the emotions of those around me like a shark can sense blood in the water. I focused on the negative ones, a dark cloud of despair coming from a man in the apartment next door. Perfect. I floated over to the window, and without even realizing it, I was outside.

Finding my first victim was surprisingly easy. The apartment complex was a hotbed of negative emotions, but none stood out quite like hers. I hovered outside her window, watching as she applied her makeup. Her mind was a swirl of anger, frustration, and sadness. She had just gotten out of a bad breakup, and her thoughts were consumed by the pain of rejection. This girl, I thought to myself, will be delicious.

I slipped into her mind, her name was Sophie, a college student working two jobs to make ends meet. She was a sweet girl, but the weight of the world was on her shoulders. I whispered sweet nothings into her ear, playing on her insecurities, and before long, she had invited me in. I didn't need to **** myself upon her; she was willing, eager even, for the escape I offered.

Sophie went about her day, oblivious to the new passenger in her mind. I watched, curious, as she interacted with the people in her life. Her coworkers at the Halloween store were friendly, but she kept them at bay, never letting them get too close. It was clear she was in need of a release, and I was more than happy to oblige. As the sun began to set, I felt my power growing stronger. The time had come to test out these new abilities.

I waited until she was alone in the stockroom, surrounded by lifeless mannequins and racks of cheap costumes. She was organizing a display, her thoughts a tumult of stress and exhaustion. The perfect moment. With a silent chuckle, I took control of her body. She stumbled a bit, her eyes glazed over, and I knew she was mine.

"Hey, are you okay?" Ryan, her manager, called out from the front of the store.

"Yeah," I responded with her voice, making it as sweet and innocent as possible. "Just tripped over these pesky wires."

I had her straighten up and continue her work, but my influence was subtle. I made her hips sway just a little more than usual, her smile a tad more seductive. I didn't want to give away the game too quickly. As the day progressed, I began to feel more comfortable in her skin, moving her body with an ease that was both thrilling and eerie.

The customers came and went, each one a potential plaything, but I stayed focused on the prize: Ryan. His thoughts were a cesspool of lust and desire, and I knew I could use that to my advantage. I had her ask him for help with a particularly heavy box, making sure she bent over just right. His eyes lingered on her ass, and I could almost taste his longing.

The night grew darker, and my power grew stronger. The neon lights of the Halloween store cast an otherworldly glow across her face. I decided it was time to up the ante. I had her suggest they close up early, hinting at a surprise she had planned. She batted her eyes and giggled, and like a puppet on a string, he agreed.

Once the doors were locked and the lights dimmed, I stepped out from behind the curtain of her mind. "Ready for some fun, Ryan?" I purred, taking full control of her body. Her eyes widened in horror, realizing too late what she had invited into her life. I relished the fear and lust mingling together inside him, a delicious cocktail of negative emotions just ripe for the picking.

He stumbled over his words, trying to play it cool. "Sophie, what's going on?"

I giggled, the sound echoing in the near-empty store. "Don't you want to help me get noticed, Ryan?" I asked, batting my eyes and swaying my hips. "I promise it'll be worth it."

His eyes darted around the room, sweat beading on his forehead. He was torn between his better judgment and the allure of the situation. "Okay," he finally said, his voice thick with desire. "But just this once, and it stays between us."

With a wink, I led him to the back of the store, where the adult costumes were hidden. I had her pick out a skimpy cheerleader outfit, complete with a short skirt and a top that barely contained her ample breasts. His eyes feasted on the sight as I had her change in the cramped office. The costume clung to her like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Once she was dressed, I had him don the hockey mask I had requested, his breathing growing heavier as he slipped into the role. The anonymity of the mask was a thrilling addition to the scene, one that would only heighten his depravity. I whispered into her ear, making her shiver with anticipation. She knew what was coming and couldn't wait.

"You want to be a star, don't you?" I murmured, guiding her thoughts to the darkest corner of her desires. "Let's make it happen."

The backroom was now a stage for our twisted performance. I had him pick out the handcuffs and the ball gag from the costume rack. She looked so innocent, so ****, as I secured the gag in her mouth and cuffed her hands behind her back. i let her have conyrol, The struggle was real, her muffled protests music to my demonic ears. Her body was alive with fear, the very emotion I craved.

As he switched on the camera on his phone, I had her kick and squirm, the tight skirt riding up to reveal the candy apple red panties that matched her hair. He was already hard, his eyes glinting with excitement behind the mask. The anticipation was palpable, a heady mix of dread and exhilaration that made my new demonic heart race.

He stepped closer, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch her. I could feel his excitement growing with every passing second, his thoughts a whirlwind of lust and dominance. He grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, pushing her face down onto a nearby shelf. The sound of plastic and fabric knocking over was lost in the symphony of our ragged breathing.

He yanked her underwear ripping it off, exposing her bare ass to the cold air of the room. The sound of fabric tearing was music to my ears as he tore her panties from her body. She bucked and screamed into the gag, her eyes wide with fear. But he knew it was all for show, all part of the thrill she had been seeking... The camera rolled, capturing every moment of her struggle as he positioned himself behind her.

The sound of his belt unbuckling was like a starting pistol. He wasted no time in taking her, plunging into her wet heat with a ferocity that made her whole body quiver. Her eyes watered, but the fear in them was mixed with something else. Something darker. Something that told me she wanted this just as much as he did.

Her muffled cries grew louder, her body arching and writhing as he took her from behind. The handcuffs rattled against the shelf, her wings fluttering in agitation. I reveled in the power, feeling every sensation through her as if it were my own. Her thoughts were a chaotic storm of pain, and I drank it all in greedily.

With each thrust, I could feel him losing more of himself to the darkness, the energy of his desire fueling me. Her mind was a delicious buffet of fear, arousal, and the sweet taste of rebellion. The room was alive with our mingled emotions, the air thick with the scent of sex and the promise of something darker, something more primal.

He switched to her ass next, the sound of her gagged protests only serving to drive him on. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of fear and pain, a potent mix that sent waves of power crashing through my demonic form.

With a final, brutal thrust, he climaxed inside her, filling her with his warmth. But the act wasn't over yet. He reached for a plastic axe, a prop from one of the costumes, and without a moment of hesitation, he shoved it deep into her asshole, causing her to scream in a muffled agony. The sensation was indescribable, her searing pain that somehow resonated within the core of my being.

The room was silent for a moment, save for the frantic beating of my new host's heart. Then, something strange began to happen. A surge of power, unlike anything I had ever felt, flooded through me. It was as if the very essence of her pain and humiliation was feeding me, making me stronger. The plastic axe handle was a conduit, and I reveled in the agony it brought.

Ryan's eyes grew wide as the plastic snapped, the cheap prop unable to withstand the **** of his passion. The axe head remained lodged deep within her, a symbol of our twisted union. She screamed again into her gag, this time with a mix of pain and terror, her eyes widening like twin moons in a night sky. Her thoughts were a cacophony of sensation, a symphony of pain and panic.

I reveled in the energy, feeling it pulse through my new form like an electric current. The power was intoxicating, and I could feel myself growing stronger with every passing moment. The world around us was a blur of colors and emotions, the air thick with the scent of lust and fear. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I craved more.

Ryan stepped back, panting heavily, his eyes never leaving the sight of the her trembling form. For a moment, he looked confused, then a slow smile spread across his face. He knew she had consented to the **** act, her thoughts whispering her **** need for pain and degradation. It was a thrilling realization, one that made him feel more alive than he had in years.

With a wicked chuckle, he reached for his phone, the camera still recording. He knew she would love watching this back, reliving every second of the twisted pleasure. His hand was slick with sweat and her juices as he pushed it into her tight ass. She bucked and twisted, trying to pull away, but her struggles were futile. The handcuffs held her firmly in place, her body at his mercy.

Her muffled protests grew more frantic as he pushed deeper, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and pain.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," I whispered through her gagged mouth, my demonic presence echoing in her thoughts. "This is just the beginning."

Her eyes rolled back in her head as I watched him, his arm elbow-deep in her ass, his hand wrapped around the plastic axehead. He grunted with the effort, his face a mask of perverse pleasure as he worked the toy out of her. The sound of her flesh stretching around the plastic was obscene, a macabre symphony that filled the air with the scent of sweat and sex.

Once the axe was free, he stepped back to admire his work. She was a mess, her makeup smeared, her costume in tatters, and her ass gaping obscenely.

But the moment he released her, the demon took back over.

"Thank you, Ryan," I said with a sinister smile, using her voice. The shock on his face was priceless as she turned to face him, the handcuffs still dangling from her wrists, her prolaspe pushing out grotesquely from her ass. He stumbled back, his eyes wide with surprise that sophie seemed fine. "That was amazing."

He stuttered, trying to find words. "I...I didn't think you'd..."

I cut him off with a sultry laugh, my voice dripping with the dark essence of the demon. "Oh, but I did. And I want more." The handcuffs fell to the floor with a clatter, and I stepped closer to him, my movements deliberate and predatory. The power within me was insatiable, and I knew I could push him further, feed on the damage he could do to Sophie's body and soul.

I reached out with her hand, caressing his cheek gently. "You're a natural, you know. The way you made me scream...it was beautiful." His breath hitched, and I could feel his arousal spike. He was hooked, and I had him right where I wanted him. "But we're not done yet," I whispered, my eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

The demon had a new idea, something that would push the boundaries of what he thought was possible. "Why don't we make this a regular thing?" I asked, batting her lashes. "I need the content, and you obviously enjoy it. It's a win-win."

Ryan's eyes lit up with excitement, the thought of being a part of something so taboo and darkly thrilling was too much to resist. "Alright," he stammered, already lost to the demon's siren call. "What do you want me to do?"

The demon, still in control of Sophie's body, grinned mischievously. "I want you to help me with another scene," I said, the words dripping with the sweetness of temptation. "This time, let's make it something truly terrifying. Something that'll really get the blood pumping."

Ryan's eyes gleamed with excitement, his earlier fear forgotten in the face of the power and control he had just tasted. He nodded eagerly. "Whatever you want," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper.

The demon, still in control of Sophie's body, gave him a knowing smile. "Good boy," I purred, the words a dark caress that seemed to wrap around his very soul. "Now, go ahead and pick out the next costume for me."

He eagerly obeyed, his eyes scanning the racks of outfits. His hands trembled with anticipation as he pulled out a slutty goth number, the fabric as black as the void I had come from. The dress was so tight and short that it barely covered her round, firm ass, leaving nothing to the imagination. The top was a corset that pushed her tits up so high, they threatened to spill over the edge with every breath she took. I could feel his gaze on her, his thoughts racing with excitement and fear.

I had her lie face up on the cold, hard table, her legs spread wide and tied to the corners with rope that dug into her flesh. The dress was hiked up, exposing her bruised asshole and soaked pussy to the cool air of the room.

Ryan's eyes gleamed with a sick excitement as he secured her arms above her head, tying the ropes tightly to the opposite corners of the table. Her wrists were already bruised from the previous struggle, but she didn't resist. In fact, she arched her back, offering herself to him fully. The demon within her still helping him.

"What's next?" he asked, his voice thick with anticipation.

"I want you to fist me," I said with a wicked grin, the demon's hunger for depravity seeping through her lips. "I want you to fill me up, to make me scream as you make me gape. you can fuck me with anything you can fit"

Ryan's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the suggestion. He had never been one to shy away from a challenge, especially when it came to the darker side of sexual exploration. He hurried to the shelf labeled 'Bondage' and pulled out a heavy-duty ring gag, his hands trembling with excitement. The demon within her watched with a smirk, eager to see how far he would go.

He approached the table with the gag in hand, and I could see the hesitation in his eyes, but the promise of the power and pleasure that lay ahead of him outweighed his doubts. He opened her mouth and slid the cold metal ring into her mouth, the leather strap tightening around her head as he secured it. The gag was large, and she could feel her jaw stretching wide, the leather pressing against the back of her throat. She nodded, giving him the signal that she was ready.

Ryan's eyes never left hers as he began to stroke his cock, already hard and throbbing with need. He stepped closer, his breath hot against her face as he aligned the tip with her gaping throat. He pushed slowly, the gag preventing her from gagging or biting down. Her eyes watered with the intrusion, but she remained still, her thoughts a maelstrom of fear and arousal that the demon eagerly consumed.

"You're such a good little whore," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You love it when I do this, don't you?"

Sophie's eyes snapped open, and she realized with a start that she was back in control of her body. The demon had retreated for the moment, leaving her to face the horror of what had just happened. But she was still trapped, her body bound and exposed, her mind reeling from the depraved scene she had just played out. She tried to struggle against the ropes, but they held her firm, digging into her wrists and ankles.

Ryan stared at her, his face a mask of confusion and excitement. He was still hard, his cock slick with her saliva and vomit. "What's wrong, baby?" he asked, his voice a mocking caress. "You liked it, didn't you?"

The demon inside her smirked, enjoying the chaos it had created. But Sophie was back, and she was not happy. She bucked and thrashed, trying to dislodge him from her mouth, her eyes watering with the pain and humiliation. He held her head firmly, his grip unyielding as he continued to fuck her throat, her gag reflex working overtime to reject the unwelcome intrusion.

The taste of vomit filled the air as she retched, her stomach contents spilling out around the ring of the gag. Her chest heaved with the effort to breathe, the leather pressing into her throat with every thrust. Ryan's eyes were wild with excitement, watching the display before him with a twisted fascination. He had never seen anyone take so much, never dreamed it was possible.

Her throat bulged grotesquely with every push, the plumpness of his cockhead disappearing down her gullet as he pumped in and out, the lcock cutting off her airway. The demon reveled in her suffering, feeding off the negative energy that surged through her body.

Sophie's eyes watered and her cheeks flushed a deep red, the veins in her neck standing out like tiny rivers of agony as she struggled for breath. She could feel her stomach convulsing, her body desperately trying to reject the thick invader. Her throat muscles spasmed around him, the involuntary response only adding to the perverse pleasure he took from her distress.

With a final, powerful thrust, Ryan pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva and vomit. She gasped for air, her chest heaving as she tried to regain control of her body. But before she could fully process what was happening, he aimed his cock at her face, her wide, teary eyes staring up at him in horror.

The first spurt of cum shot out, hitting her square in the right eye. the next filling her left eye. She screamed into the gag, the pain of the hot, sticky fluid burning her eyes like a drop of molten lava. It was a sensation she had never felt before, and it was all she could focus on as he continued to empty himself onto her face. Her vision blurred, and she could feel the warmth of his seed rolling down her cheek, mixing with her tears and the stench of vomit.

The demon within her reveled in the sensation, feeding greedily on the fear and disgust that flooded through her mind. It was a power that was growing stronger by the second, a power that was intoxicating and terrifying in its intensity. As Ryan stepped back, panting and grinning, she could feel the demon's presence swelling, as he was feeding on her suffering.

Her breasts, still slick with his cum, were pulled out of the corset with a vicious yank. The fabric strained and gave way, her breasts bouncing free, the cold air of the room a stark contrast to the warm mess that covered her. He grabbed her tits roughly, smacking them around like a pair of rag dolls. Each slap sent waves of pain through her, but the demon within her only grew more excited.

With a sadistic grin, he began to twist her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger until they were dark and swollen. She screamed into the gag, her eyes rolling back in her head as the pain grew more intense. But the demon didn't stop. It reveled in her agony, feeding off of it like a parasite, growing stronger with every cry she muffled into the leather.

Her breasts grew redder with each twist, the skin tightening and puckering under his cruel manipulation. He watched with a twisted fascination as she writhed on the table, her body a canvas of pain that he painted with his brutal touch. The demon whispered sweet nothings into her mind, urging her to embrace the darkness, to let go of the last shreds of her humanity and become one with it.

He stepped back for a moment, admiring the bruises that were already forming, the stark purple contrasting with the pale flesh of her breasts. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So much more to come."

With a wicked smirk, he coated his hand in the slick mess of his cum and lube from the shelf, then approached her again. Her legs were spread wide, the demon's influence making her body pliable and welcoming. He stood between her thighs, his cock still hard and twitching with excitement.

He positioned his fist at her soaked entrance, his heart racing with the anticipation of the depravity that was about to unfold. Slowly, he pushed in, her pussy stretching around his knuckles. She whimpered into the gag, her eyes pleading with a mix of fear and pain. The demon within her watched with a sadistic glee, urging him to go deeper, to claim her fully.

Her body began to convulse as he pushed past the first ring of muscle, the demon's influence making her insides quiver with an unholy hunger. He felt her tighten around him, her body fighting the intrusion even as the demon within her begged for more. He grunted with the effort, his eyes locked on hers as he buried his fist up to the wrist.

The sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, the squelching noise a testament to her complete and utter submission. Her pussy was a swollen mess, bruised and abused from his ****. The demon reveled in the pain, feeling it resonate through her body like a symphony of agony.

He began to pump his fist in and out, each movement sending a fresh wave of pain through her. She felt like she was being split in two, her body no longer her own. Her mind was a chaotic mess of thoughts and emotions, the demon's influence a dark shadow that grew stronger with every passing second.

Ryan picked up the baseball bat, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He teased her pussy with it, the smooth wood sliding along her slit, spreading her cum and lube. The demon within her urged him on, eager to see the fear in her eyes as he plunged it into her.

He took a step back and raised the bat, his arms trembling with anticipation. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a low growl. She nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and excitement. He brought the bat down with a vicious swing, the end slamming into her pussy with a sickening thud. She screamed into the gag, her body arching off the table as the wood filled her completely.

The demon reveled in the sensation, feeling her muscles tighten around the foreign object. But the real prize was her thoughts, a maelstrom of pain and arousal that it greedily consumed. He pulled back and thrust again, the wood disappearing into her with ease. Each stroke was met with a muffled scream, the sound music to the demon's ears.

The demon whispered in her mind, urging him to go harder, faster. He complied, his strokes becoming more frenzied as he lost himself in the rhythm of the ****. Her pussy stretched around the bat, the wood sliding in and out of her with a wet, sucking sound. The demon felt her climax building, a crescendo of pleasure and pain that it could hardly wait to claim.

Then, with a twisted grin, he switched to the wizard staff. The leather-wrapped wood was thinner, but the large, bulbous end promised a new kind of torment. He positioned it at her entrance, the leather cold against her heated flesh. "Ready for round two?" he asked, his voice dripping with malice. She shook her head no, her eyes never leaving his.

He pushed the staff into her, the bulbous end hitting her g-spot with a precision that made her eyes roll back in her head. The demon reveled in the symphony of sensations, the mix of pleasure and pain creating a delicious cocktail of energy that it greedily drank in. She thrashed on the table, her wings flailing behind her as he pounded her with the staff.

The ball at the end of the staff hit her cervix with every thrust, sending waves of pain crashing through her body. But the pain was always there, a reminder of the monster that had taken her over. She could feel the demon growing stronger, feeding on the power of her submission.

Her thoughts were a jumbled mess of fear and arousal. She didn't want this, but the demon didn't care. It reveled in the pain, urging Ryan on with every whimper that she couldn't hold back. The staff slammed into her with a sickening thud, the leather slapping against her skin leaving a red welt with each strike. She could feel her body betraying her, her pussy growing wetter with every thrust, her clit begging for relief.

Ryan watched with a mix of fascination and horror as she came around the staff, her body writhing and convulsing with pleasure. The demon inside her was laughing, feeding on the negative energy that her orgasm had released. It was a sound that sent chills down her spine, a sound that was not her own, but one that was now a part of her.

He pulled the staff out of her with a wet pop, her pussy gaping open, begging for more. But the demon had had its fill for now. It retreated into the shadows of her mind, leaving her with the aftermath of what had just happened. Her body was covered in sweat and cum, her mind reeling from the intensity of the experience.

The ring gag was removed, and she coughed and gagged, trying to clear the taste of vomit from her mouth. "You liked that, didn't you?" Ryan asked, his voice still thick with lust. "You're a natural at this."

Sophie looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. "I...I don't know what's happening to me," she managed to croak out. "I'm not like this."

Ryan's smile faltered for a moment before he leaned in, his eyes searching hers. "What do you mean?"

"There's something inside me," she whispered, her voice shaking. "A demon. It's making me do these things."

He stared at her, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he began to laugh. "That's a good one, Sophie. You had me going there for a second."

The demon within her grew annoyed at his dismissal. It didn't matter if he didn't believe her. It had enjoyed the power trip, and it wasn't ready to give it up yet. But it knew it needed to tread carefully. If he didn't believe her, then he couldn't be controlled.

"I'm serious, Ryan," she said, her voice gaining strength. "I'm not lying. This isn't me. I need your help to get rid of it."

His laughter died in his throat, his eyes narrowing. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Sophie took a deep breath, her chest heaving with the effort of speaking. "Remember that night we did the photoshoot?" she began, her voice shaky. "That wasn't just me. There's a demon inside me, and it's been controlling me, making me do all these twisted things."

Ryan's grip on the staff loosened, and he took a step back, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for some sign of the supernatural. "D-demon?" he stuttered, the word sticking in his throat like a mouthful of dry cotton.

"Yes," she said firmly, her gaze never leaving his. "And it's getting stronger every time we do something like this."

He stared at her, the reality of the situation slowly sinking in. The thought of a demon living within her, using her body to indulge in depravity, was too much to handle. His mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of the last few hours. The intensity of their sessions, the way she had changed, the way she had always seemed to fight it with such realism.

"I'm sorry, Sophie," he said, his voice trembling. "I had no idea. I've just been going along with it, enjoying the...the power." He took another step back, dropping the wizard staff to the floor with a clatter. "What do we do?"

The demon, sensing the shift in the air, took control once more, a smirk playing on her lips. "Don't worry, Ryan," it said, the voice now a seductive purr. "We can come to an understanding."

The demon offered him a deal, one that would allow them to continue their dark games without the pesky interference of her human conscience. "If you help me grow stronger, I'll give you everything you've ever wanted," it promised, its eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. "The power to bend others to your will, the ability to indulge in every dark desire without fear of repercussion. You'll be a god among men."

Ryan swallowed hard, the temptation almost palpable. The thought of having that kind of power, of never having to hide his darkest urges again, was intoxicating. "What do I have to do?"

The demon's smirk grew wider. "Just keep playing along, Ryan. Help me turn Sophie into a star. We'll make videos together, showcasing her limits. We'll start with some gentle stretching, but I promise it will escalate. The more **** the content, the more I'll feed, and the more power I'll share with you."

Ryan's eyes flickered with doubt, but the allure of the demon's offer was too great. He nodded slowly. "Okay, I'll help."

Sophie felt a cold chill run down her spine as the demon's words sank in. She was now a pawn in their twisted game, a plaything to be used for their own amusement and gain. "What kind of videos?" she asked, in her mind.

The demon's eyes glowed with excitement. "We'll start with some basic stretching, maybe a few fists, but soon, oh so soon, we'll move on to larger objects. And when we're ready, the world will see how wide you can truly go, my dear. You'll be famous for your ability to take anything we throw at you."

Ryan's eyes grew wide with excitement, but there was a hint of fear in them as well. He knew he was playing with fire, but the flames were just too tempting. "Okay," he murmured, already lost in the fantasy. "But what about the store?"

The demon waved a hand dismissively. "Leave that to me. I'll handle the logistics. You just focus on keeping our little secret and making sure no one suspects a thing."

Ryan nodded, the excitement building in him once again. "Okay," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I want to use you again before I go."

Her eyes widened, the demon's control slipping for a moment. "No," she whispered, but it was too late. Her body was already responding to his command, her pussy growing wet with fear and anticipation. The demon smirked, enjoying the struggle within her.

Ryan stepped forward, his cock already hard again. He grabbed her arms and tied them back up, securing them above her head. She whimpered, feeling the cold metal bite into her wrists. The demon reveled in her helplessness, eager for the next round of depravity.

With a sadistic smirk, he picked up the ring gag and pushed it back into her mouth. The metal felt cold and foreign, stretching her jaw wide as he locked it into place. She could feel the demon within her purr with excitement, already eager to experience the pain and powerlessness she was about to endure.

He positioned himself in front of her, his cock standing at attention, still slick with her juices and the residue of the demon's earlier influence. Without hesitation, he shoved his cock back into her throat, the feeling of being used and dominated washing over her in waves. She struggled, her body instinctively fighting against the intrusion, but the demon's grip on her was too strong.

Her eyes watered and her throat burned as he thrust deeper, his grip on her hair tightening. The demon watched with a sadistic pleasure, feeding off the fear and revulsion that surged through her. Her body convulsed around him, the muscles in her throat clenching around his shaft in a **** attempt to push him out.

But the demon was in control now, and it had other plans. It urged him to go deeper, to claim her completely. He obliged, pushing until his balls slapped against her chin, holding her head in place as he fucked her throat mercilessly. The sound of his hips smacking against her face filled the room, the wet gagging noises she made only serving to excite him further.

Sophie felt the demon's glee as her body was used and abused, the creature feeding off the very essence of her being. Her eyes watered and her throat burned, but she knew that she couldn't fight it. Not now. Not while it was so strong.

Ryan's thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing ragged. She could feel his orgasm approaching, and with it, the demon's power swelling. It whispered into her mind, urging her to embrace the darkness, to become one with it. But she clung to the last shreds of her humanity, hoping against hope that she could find a way out of this twisted nightmare.

With a final, brutal thrust, he came deep in her throat, her eyes bulging as she struggled not to gag. He pulled out, panting heavily, his eyes glazed over with a mix of pleasure and terror. The demon reveled in the power it held over both of them, its influence a palpable **** in the room.

"Now, Ryan," it said, its voice a seductive whisper in her mind. "We're going to start filming. I want you to introduce me to your prop toys."

The room was suddenly bathed in the cold glow of the demon's eyes. She watched as Ryan stumbled to the back of the store, his hands shaking as he pulled out a box filled with various plastic props. The demon's influence was palpable, making the air feel thick and heavy.

He selected three fake arms, each one a different color and size, and brought them over to her. "What are those for?" she managed to ask, her voice muffled by the ring gag. The demon's smile grew wider, and with a flick of its wrist, the gag was removed. "For your education," it cooed, its voice a dark melody in her mind. "We're going to show the world what you're truly capable of."

Her eyes widened in horror as he approached with the first arm, a slender blue one that looked almost comical in its plastic sheen. He lubed it up with a sickening squelch and pressed it against her anus. She could feel the demon's anticipation, its hunger for the power that would come from her pain. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a mix of excitement and dread.

Sophie whimpered, shaking her head, but she was helpless to resist. The demon's grip on her was too tight, its power too great. She felt the tip of the fake arm breach her, the cold plastic sliding into her in a way that was both unnatural and terrifying. The demon reveled in her fear.

Ryan's hand was shaking as he pushed the first arm deeper, watching with a mix of horror and fascination as her body stretched around it.

"Yes, that's it," the demon purred, its eyes gleaming with excitement. "Feel the power, Ryan. Every inch you take from her, every scream she makes, feeds me."

Ryan's face contorted with a mix of disgust and arousal as he slammed the three plastic arms into her, one after the other. The sound of them entering her was like nothing she had ever heard before, a sickening wet pop followed by a muffled scream. The demon's influence grew stronger with each thrust, the pressure building in her anus until she thought she would snap in half.

Her eyes watered and her body trembled, the pain unlike anything she had ever felt before. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a twisted excitement, the demon's whispers in her mind telling her how much it enjoyed watching her suffer. The plastic limbs stretched her anally until her skin formed a perfect triangle around the bases, her body a living testament to their depravity.

With a final, brutal shove, the last arm was fully inserted. The demon's power surged within her, and she could feel it growing stronger, feeding on the fear and discomfort that Ryan was inflicting. "Good," it said, its voice a hiss in her mind. "Now, let's see how much more you can take."

Ryan grabbed the fake club from a nearby cave man costume, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He lined it up with her bruised pussy, the plastic weapon looking almost comical in his trembling hand. But there was nothing funny about the situation. The demon watched with eager anticipation as he positioned the club, the shiny surface catching the dim light of the storeroom.

Sophie's body tensed, her eyes wide with fear as the cold plastic pressed against her swollen entrance. She could feel the demon's excitement, could feel it eagerly waiting to feed on the pain she was about to endure. "Do it," the demon urged him, its voice a seductive whisper in her mind. "Show her what she's really worth."

With a grunt, Ryan thrust the club into her, the plastic stretching her pussy in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying. She screamed around the gag, the sound echoing through the empty store. The demon's eyes glowed brighter with each inch that disappeared inside her, the energy it was gaining from her suffering a heady aphrodisiac.

The plastic club filled her completely, the weight of it pulling on her insides in a way that was almost unbearable. But the demon didn't stop there. It urged Ryan to move the arms, to twist and pull them, to maximize her torment. Each movement sent waves of pain shooting through her, but she couldn't help the way her body responded, her muscles tightening around the intrusion despite her **** attempts to remain passive.

Ryan stepped back, his eyes glazed over with lust as he took in the sight of her, impaled on the plastic limbs. He reached for his phone, his hand shaking as he fumbled with the camera. "Let's get some close-ups," he murmured, the demon's influence clear in his voice.

With a sick fascination, he knelt down and zoomed in on her gaping asshole, the three arms buried deep within her. The plastic shone with a mix of lube and her own juices, a testament to the depraved act that was unfolding. He took several shots, the camera's flash illuminating her distended opening in a harsh, unforgiving light. The demon chuckled within her, the sound echoing in her mind as it reveled in the humiliation.

Next, he focused on her pussy, the fake club nestled inside her, the shiny material peeking out from her red, swollen lips. He took his time, moving the camera around to capture every angle, his breath hitching in his throat with each snap. The demon urged him to go closer, whispering sweet nothings of degradation and power. "See how much she can take," it hissed. "Show the world what a slut she really is."

Oblivious to the camera, Ryan pushed the club's handle deeper, his eyes wide with a mix of fascination and horror. Her cervix gave way with a sickening pop, the club bottoming out inside her womb. The plastic shaft was two feet long, stretching her abdomen until it bulged grotesquely, the base of the club pressing against her lower ribs. The demon reveled in the new sensation, the power it had to manipulate and corrupt her body for their own amusement.

Sophie's eyes rolled back in her head, the pain unlike anything she had ever felt before. Yet, she couldn't help the way her body responded, her pussy clenching around the base of the club, her insides contracting and releasing in a rhythm that was agonizing. She could feel the demon feeding off her distress, growing stronger with every gasp and whimper.

Ryan took a step back, his cock now fully erect once more. He stared at the sight before him, the power of the demon's influence making his own desires seem small and insignificant. "I want to see how much she can really take," he murmured, his voice a mix of excitement and dread. "How far can we push her?"

The demon's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "As far as we need to," it responded, the words echoing in his mind. "The more she suffers, the more I feed. And the more I feed, the more power we'll both have."

With a cruel twist of his hand, Ryan began to pull the plastic limbs from her body, the demon's power allowing them to slide out with an obscene ease. Sophie's eyes widened with relief and pain as her body slowly returned to normal. But the demon wasn't done with her yet. It needed to ensure she was fully healed and ready for the next round of depravity.

The demon's energy swirled around her, a dark aura that was both terrifying and fascinating. It reached into her mind, coaxing her to relax, to let go of the fear and pain. And as the plastic arms were removed, she felt her body mend itself. Her torn skin knitted back together, the bruises and abrasions fading like they were never there. Her anus contracted, closing up like a wound that had never been inflicted.

Her pussy was the last to be freed, the club sliding out with a wet pop that left her feeling empty and exposed. The demon's power surged, a warmth that spread through her core, erasing the damage that had been done. She watched, transfixed, as the plastic cock pulled out, her insides sucking it back into her. The sensation was strange, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent a shiver down her spine.

Ryan wasted no time in filling her once more, his own cock taking the place of the plastic club. The demon's power had made him insatiable, his desire for her a living, breathing entity that consumed him from the inside out. She moaned, the sound a mix of despair and arousal.

"Look at you," the demon whispered into her mind. "You can't resist it, can you? You're mine now, to do with as I please."

Ryan's thrusts grew more intense, his cock pounding into her with a ferocity she had never felt before. The demon's power was a living **** inside her, driving her body to respond in ways she never thought possible. She felt her orgasm building, the dark energy of the creature coiling around it like a serpent, ready to strike.

With a final, brutal thrust, he came deep inside her, his hot seed filling her up. The demon's power surged, feeding off the intensity of the moment. Her own climax followed, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She screamed, the sound echoing through the room, her body writhing in pain.

Ryan collapsed, his strength drained by the demon's feeding. He looked up at her, his eyes glazed with the aftermath of his dark obsession. "That was amazing," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

The demon within her chuckled darkly. "Indeed it was," it said, its voice a seductive purr. "But we're just getting started, my dear."

Sophie felt the creature's power pulsing through her veins, the dark energy of her own climax mingling with the demon's. It was a heady mix, one that left her feeling both drained and strangely alive. "What do you want from me?" she whispered, her voice raw from the ****.

The demon leaned in close, its breath hot against her ear. "I want to see how far we can go," it said, its voice a seductive whisper. "How much pain, how much pleasure, how much you can take before you truly break."