punishment

He looked at her; she was still trembling from her orgasm but also from the anticipation of the pleasure to come.

• What should your punishment be for disobeying me?

Phoebe lowered her head; the incubus saw that she was biting her lip like a little slut who was ready to do anything to satisfy her master.

• Anything you want, my master, I love you so much.

Phoebe, her eyes lowered, felt the weight of the incubus's gaze on her. She knew she had disobeyed, and now she must accept her punishment. The incubus, with deceptive gentleness, smiled at her and whispered:

• Come, my dear, your punishment will be gentle, but memorable.

He led her to a corner of the room where a small altar, adorned with ancient symbols, stood. Phoebe, trembling, let herself be led, her heart pounding. The incubus gestured for her to kneel, and with a firm but tender hand, he incanted a dark demonic spell.

Tentacles emerged from the ground and began to crawl along Phoebe's body. Terrified, she looked imploringly at her master. He placed a finger on her lips.

• Let it go, if you want to please me.

The tentacles gripped her so tightly that she was unable to move, while others moved like reptiles toward her vagina, her anus, her breasts, her mouth.

The tentacles wrapped around her body, their smooth, cold texture contrasting with the warmth of her skin. Phoebe trembled, but her gaze remained fixed on the incubus's, seeking approval or a sign of pleasure. The tentacles began to move, some gently caressing her breasts while others explored more intimate areas. The incubus watched the scene with a satisfied smile, his eyes shining with desire.

• You're perfect like this, he murmured, his voice low and raspy. Every movement, every moan is a tribute to my power.

The tentacles intensified their caress, and Phoebe, despite her fear, felt an unexpected pleasure rising. Suddenly, like snakes, the tentacles penetrated her mercilessly, swelling until they stretched her, nearly suffocating her in her mouth. Baring teeth, they bit her nipples, viciously but with such delight. Phoebe's cry was muffled in her throat, but her lubricating vagina betrayed her pleasure.

The incubus chuckled softly as she saw Phoebe tremble under the tentacles' grip, her eyes shining with pleasure mixed with cruelty. He approached her, his hand gently stroking her hair as the tentacles continued their work, making her moan in spite of herself.

• You're so beautiful when you're in pain, he whispered in her ear, his raspy voice sending shivers down her spine.

The tentacles tightened around her, intensifying the pressure, and Phoebe, despite her fear, felt an intense pleasure rise within her. The incubus smiled at the sight of her lips trembling, knowing she was at his mercy.

He ordered the tentacles.

• Come on, my beauties, take her to the very end of pain and pleasure. Show her what she's gained by becoming my ****.

The tentacles, obedient to the incubus's voice, intensified into a brutal rhythm, each movement precise and calculated to awaken exquisite pain in Phoebe. She writhed beneath the grasp of the appendages, her muscles tense as her moans, half scream, half whisper, filled the room. The incubus, standing beside her, watched her with an intensity that made her shiver. His hand, soft and possessive, stroked her hair, a strange contrast to the **** of the tentacles.

• You are mine, he whispered, his voice low and menacing. Every second, every breath, you belong to me. When I order you not to come without my command, you will obey in the future.

The tentacles showed no mercy, they raged. Phoebe was taken by her first orgasm, and yet they continued. It was horrible, and yet her body wanted more. She arched her back to the limit. A second orgasm swept her away, but the tentacles continued ever more sadistically.

By the fifth orgasm, she was going crazy. She looked at him imploringly; she couldn't take it anymore; it was too much.

The incubus smiled.

• You'll see the tentacles obey my finger and my command. Come inside her, my beauties, fill her until she overflows with your seed.

The tentacles, obedient to the incubus's voice, opened inside Phoebe and released a seed. The demonic man filled her until it stretched her vagina and anus, overflowing from her nostrils, and finally letting go, letting her fall roughly to the ground as they drowned her in their flood of sperm, which was now also overflowing from her.

Phoebe had to spit out the sperm that threatened to suffocate her, completely soiled, literally wading in it.

To make it up to you, you will lick up this sperm and swallow every last drop, her new, merciless master ordered.

Phoebe, exhausted and trembling, complied without a word, her tongue extending to lick up every drop as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. The incubus looked at her with a mixture of satisfaction and cruelty, his eyes shining with pleasure.

• You are perfect, my dear, you are so beautiful soiled and thus humiliated, he murmured, stroking her soiled hair. Now come here and show me how much you love me. He pulled her towards him, and Phoebe, still panting, knelt at his feet, her gaze raised to him in total submission. The incubus smiled, knowing she was now completely under his control, ready to do anything to satisfy his desires.