Make him work for his prize.

You waver for a second and consider just giving in and enjoying the 'ride'. Then you remember that on the inside, Wendell is the same weak, wimpy whelp, and that he only has borrowed power to bully you with. If he doesn't break you, Saderos will come calling for his soul. You push yourself away from him and spit in his face, snarling, "Fuck you, Wendickless! Do your worst, the harder you try, the harder I'll laugh when the God of Domination and Sex makes you his little bitch!"

CRACK

His backhand sends you flying in the air and landing painfully halfway across the room. You head is still spinning as he drags you up by the hair, needles of pain stabbing into your scalp as the you stifle a sob, the hurt just starting to hit you as he bellows, "You stupid slut! You don't think I can break you?! They always break! Do you think I'm stupid enough to use this invocation if there was the slightest chance I would lose? Everyone surrenders in the end. Even m..." Wendell stops short, but you can see he must have been on the short of this spell more than once.

You smile, your lips ripe and red with your own blood. You lick it up, then spit it back at Wendell, laughing and teasing, "Liiiitle Wendyyyy loooooves getting fuuuOOMPH!" You double over as he punches you in the stomach. It feels like a grenade going off in your belly and you are curled up in a ball on the floor. When you can finally breath, you **** out a laugh and say, "Heh. This isn't exactly turning me on, Wendumb Worthless the suckteenth. Not exactly feeding Saderos his fill, are you?" His face is a frightening mask of rage, and he towers over you tense and ready to strike. Then he hesitates...

"Nice try, Brandi. You think you can taunt me until I lose my cool, but I can do a lot worse than hit you with these hands." He moves like liquid lightning and is kneeling behind you, pulling you close even as you try to squirm free. You efforts only make things worse, as it causes your surprisingly slick pussy to grind against his hard cock. You feel a wicked warmth radiating from his huge, hungry hands and huger, hungrier cock. It sinks into your smooth, supple skin, and corrupts you and courses through your every needy nerve. The more you fight, the more flesh you feed to his greedy, groping fingers, and the deeper you sink into the sticky whirlpool of these strange new desires. You tell yourself this aren't your desires, just a mixture of this body's unnatural urges and the borrowed power of a sex god tainting and tempting you, but it doesn't make you want it any less.

You decide to keep him at least as off kilter as his perverse preternatural power is keeping you. "So, Wendy Wantscock the sissyteenth, were you already begging by this point to be bitched out by whatever pimple pocked punk was playing big man with stolen size and strength? Heh, do you even pretend to resist at this point or do you immediately fall on all fours and hike up your AIEEEEE!" Wendell quiets your quips with one brutal thrust into your virgin cunt. Your mind struggles to process the heady cocktail of agony and arousal, punishing pleasure and tantalizing ****. There is a man inside you...his sex is stretching your sex...reshaping it to fit him...molding it, molding you...and as disgusting as it is...as much as you despise the dick defiling you...you can't help but cry out as he begins slowly sawing in and out of you, sending you into a fit of feminine moans and wet, wanting whimpers.

"What's that, Brandi? I can't hear you over all of your cooing and cumming. But I'll let you in on a little secret...if I really did get fucked as often as you seem to think, that just means I know exactly how to break you!" Wendell punctuates his threat with a thrust that hits a spot inside you that makes you unravel in rapturous release. Your eyes roll back into your head and your tongue lolls as you feel every inch of your body betray you, milking his cock with your climaxing, creamy cunt and backing up on his cock with your plump ass. "See? All I have to do is aim for the spots that I know made me cum undone and NNGH."

"Fuh fuh fuuuuuuuck!" Another bullseye and another savage spasm flooding your synapses with an orgasmic overload. You have to think fast...but all you can think about is how good getting fucked feels. Even better than fucking as a guy...and he knows all the right spots to hit again and again until you melt mindlessly on his stupid shaft...of course, it's not exactly rocket surgery to figure out how to make him cum. You aren't the most experienced guy in the world, but you know what you like, and it's not hard. That's when it hits you...Saderos feeds on lust, and Wendell has you beat there, but he also feeds on submission...and you know just how to turn the tables on him.

You pull yourself up and closer to him, his arms following your body without a fight as long as you don't try to get away. You feel his lust burning into your breasts as he kneads them needily. You turn your head and catch his mouth in yours, crushing his tongue under yours, he doesn't fight this little act of dominance, maybe because he thinks he can always easily overpower you, maybe because he is overwhelmed by the feeling of your soft body sliding against his as you milk his cock with your hungry hole. You remember a girl making you cum in seconds by rolling her hips in sweltering spiral as she bounced up and down in your lap, squeezing down in time with your pulse. You do the same, and you feel Wendell's pulse quicken as your pussy keeps pace, and in sweltery, sweaty seconds he is exploding inside you and sucking on your tongue like a lolly.

"Good boy. Now lie back and let me use your cock as my little sex toy." You bite his lower lip, drawing blood, then lick it off his lips as he nods obediently. Poor, pathetic pretender...he lies on his back, only to happy to have you do all the work...and unwittingly give you complete control. You can't do anything about the lust pounding inside you more powerful and painfully pleasurable with every throb of his cock and squeeze of his hands, but you can make him feel too good to worry about breaking your spirit, make him feel like he is being serviced, when you are the one getting the real pleasure, and make him lose track of time as you turn around to straddle him, sliding down his shaft and feeding him your full breasts like the baby boy he is.

Hours melt away as you grind against him. Your small, frail form keeping his massive, manly body pinned down with the power of persuasion and ball draining pleasure. You can sense when he struggles to regain control, when he vaguely remembers what he has to do by midnight lest he lose his soul, then you slide down his body, kissing all the way, sucking his meaty manhood with unleashed lust and unbridled passion. You slide your slender fingers between his chiseled cheeks and find his prostate with ease, thanking a former flame with a kinky side as you do. He is putty in your hands after that, letting you lovingly milk load after load into your greedy gullet, not even resisting as you share it with him in a sticky sweet kiss.

Finally you feel the hour approaching and you whisper sweetly into his ear, "Hey, Wendy, do you think Saderos will let me play with you after he makes you one of his harem of hellbound harlots?" You see his eyes widen in panic and you laugh with giddy girlish glee as he realizes his fatal error. Too late he overpowers you and begins pounding you into the floor with the precision and power of a piston driving an engine. You just look up at him lustily, laughing, "Harder HEE HEE fuck me HA HA harder!"

"You vicious little cunt! Don't you know what you've done?! Don't you know what He'll do to meeeee?! Don't you know what He'll do to you?!" Wendell grabs your attention with his last query, but then you lose your train of thought as he explodes inside you for the final time... a **** deluge of desire flooding you and filling you with unearthly euphoria. You see his look of brainless bliss twist into a terrifying visage of abject horror.

A violent red light fills the room from cracks in the floor walls and ceiling until they fall away, revealing a realm of writhing flesh, one body bound to another in an endless chain of desires stoked and fed, but never satisfied or fulfilled. Wendell falls away, claimed by gluttonous grabbing limbs even as his body shrinks and softens and swells into a beautiful blonde bimbo that is lost in the ever shifting swarm of bodies that seem to make up the landscape of this dimension of depravity. You try not to panic as you are held in midair by some unseen ****, the ground ravenously reaching up for you with longing limbs. You look around for somewhere to run or hide, but in the distance all you see are mountains of flesh and a sinister spire that does not bode well.

Just when you think things can't get worse, they do. The skyline shifts...mountains revealed as muscles as a figure rises, the tower even more foreboding as it is revealed as the fearsome prick of a creature so large that when his palm scoops you up from midair to bring you miles up to his viciously handsome face, all you can see are his eyes, burning from the inside out with furious flames. "YOU. HAVE. SUMMONED. SADEROS. WITH. YOUR. FAILURE. TO. SUBMIT. HOW. WILT. THO. REPAY. THINE. MASTER?"

His booming voice sends the bodies in a frenzy and the world begins to swell and shift more violently. You too feel the effect of his seductive, sinister timbre. You fall to your knees, awestruck and gushing as each syllable sends orgasms more powerful than anything you ever tasted above ground, but each one leaves you craving the next one more. You realize with an agonized pang of arousal that this is what makes his realm a hedonistic Hell. Always feeding, but never full, and if you don't think of something soon, you'll be it's latest all too willing victim.