The helplessness… hands tied, thighs spread and tied open, breasts tied to plump them up, ripe for tweaking… He’s touching, maybe in the right way and maybe not, but there’s jack shit you can do about it. Nope, all you can do is lay there, hoping he’ll let you free, let you suck or fuck or otherwise get what you need from him getting what he needs…
The sacrifice presented, the summoner could merely watch as the demon took the offering.
Every five years the village was ready to surrender a sacrifice to the unknown force, a price that would quell the demon’s appetite and spare their village its wraith. It demanded that the most beautiful girl in the village be presented to it every five years by midnight of the last day in October, where it would feed on her energy to satiate itself for another half a decade.
The mage who was able to communicate with the demon made sure that there was always a girl prepared for the time, a girl who had been dressed and ready for the demon, though most importantly of all, had never experienced an orgasm in her life.
Once the demon was called, its power over her was complete, able to control her body to its will, ready for his lust to consume her. The female sacrifice, who had been kept in a state of orgasmic denial throughout her life, was full of sexual craving which the demon fed upon. Her sexual energy would radiate through the creature as it took her, though throughout its lustful feast, it would not let her orgasm. Constantly it would penetrate her and bring her to the brink, then hold her there with its regenerated power, able to keep her climax at bay for the entire duration, thus giving it more to feed on. Having never experienced an orgasm, the sensations, which she could barely comprehend, were a torture beyond words. The constant feeling of needing to erupt, of something inside needing release yet constantly getting bigger and bigger, was of an unfathomable cruelty.
The demon never spoke nor made a sound throughout the night, all that could be heard from the mage’s lair were the constant screams for mercy from the sacrifice. No matter how she arched her back and and cried out, the mage could do nothing but stand and watch as the demon continued to consume the energy that her raging need was giving it.
Nobody ever knew what penetrated the girls, though the sacrifices always described it as a phallus comprised of nothing but pure writhing pleasure inside them, constantly twitching and moving within, instant ecstasy wherever it touched, however the torment of not being able to climax made it unendurable. The demon fucked her like a human male would, yet the unimaginable torture of being kept on the brink of her first ever orgasm for hours was inhuman.
Its phallus continued to writhe inside her, her sex consumed beneath its cloak, warm tendrils seemed to caress her petals, pleasure erupting from every inch they touched. She thought she’d lose her mind when something seemed to wrap around her clitoris, yet the demon would not allow her to faint, not allow any way of escaping its lustful grasp, to feast on every scream and whimper. Through the torturous, painful pleasure, through the sweat and tears trailing from her, she could do nothing but pray for something she had never felt before.
Finally, after countless hours, once the night was done, the demon released its hold over her and let her orgasm, an orgasm that felt eternal, gripping the girl and never letting go. Her mouth stayed open in a soundless scream as every muscle tensed in climax, until finally, mercifully, she passed out.
The demon, well fed, leaves the mage’s lair, leaving the girl and the village in peace, ready to return again in another five years for the next offering.
Stare at this for me. Just stare and breathe half as fast as she’s breathing. Two seconds to inhale, two seconds to exhale… nice full breaths… still a little faster than normal, isn’t it? Keep breathing and watch. Imagine what time of day it is. Wonder how long he’s been doing this. Notice the cuffs on her wrists and the blindfold over her eyes. Did you notice the plugs in her ears? Watch his neck as he obviously works his tongue. Appreciate her stomach moving as he licks, she has that intake of breath. Continue those deep, measured breaths as you realize that this tiny snapshot in time probably felt like an eternity for her.. and that after this moment was surely more of the same, slow tonguing that will soon have her squirming and whimpering in her bonds.
And after that? Will he stop for a minute, letting her float blind, deaf, and restrained, to notice how her body is tingling? Will he finally, sloooowly penetrate her? Maybe he’ll leave her hot, aching pussy to start gently scraping those white trails of candle wax off of her breasts?
Keep breathing, and just watch for a bit. Fold your arms behind your back if it helps you empathize with how helpless she must be feeling.
Imagine how light-headed she must feel. Imagine how empty her mouth must feel. Smell the room… the clean bedspread, the fresh air from outside coming through the slightly ajar door, her own arousal, his scent… Notice the little things like how his hand is cradling her thigh, and how his hair dangling down over his forehead probably tickles just a little in her hyper-sensitive state. Imagine the warmth of his breath on her mons as he exhales through his nose.
Continue watching and breathing until you can feel his tongue, licking you, making you need.
