Part Nine:
Finishing Touches
'Damn, what a rush!' Cassandra fanned her gigantic wings to cool her fevered
skin. "That ÷as one hell of a fuck," she panted breathlessly as she stumbled
over to the throne to sit. The demonic presence moving under her skin agreed. It
had enjoyed the ride immensely.
Andre hurriedly took Cassandra's place between the despoiled maiden's thighs.
"Wait, I have another idea," Cassandra called out as inspiration struck yet
again. "Andre, turn over on your back and have her riding you."
Andre dropped onto the pillows then rolled over onto his back. Balthazar and
Nickos lifted the exhausted, freshly fucked maiden. They lowered her onto Andre,
who pulled her unresisting thighs over his. With a grip on her plump ass, he
shoved into her cum-slick pussy in one stroke, moaning in gratification.
"Yes, " said Cassandra. "Now Balthazar, don't you think it's time to show her
how to suck a man's cock?"
Balthazar grinned nastily behind his luxurious mustache and took up position
kneeling at her head. His cock was huge and very rigid. As Andre flexed his ass
and thrust up into her body, Balthazar lifted her head by her damp golden hair
then slid his cock into the maiden's panting, moaning mouth.
"Keep it gentle, boys," she reminded them. Balthazar flashed her a look of
resentment then changed his hold on the maiden's hair. Cassandra felt a dark
shift in her mind.
"Suck it my precious," growled the huge gypsy. "Suck it hard." He got up on his
knees and slid himself against her tongue. He stroked slowly, encouraging the
maiden to take him as deeply as she could. Balthazar moaned long and hard as the
maiden took him willingly if not eagerly. Her throat opened and his balls
pressed against her drooling chin.
"Nickos, I have something very special in mind for you." Cassandra guided the
smallest gypsy between the straining thighs of Andre and the groaning maiden.
With her own hand, Cassandra slathered the thick oil onto Nickos's long, slender
cock. "She has one more virgin hole left to exploit, my dear boy, and I want you
to do it."
Nickos licked his lips, eyes agleam with ravenous expectancy. He bent over the
straining couple then delicately parted the maiden's plump ass-cheeks. He rubbed
a greased finger against the small brown rose he found.
"Gently," reminded Cassandra.
The maiden moaned around Balthazar's saliva-slicked shaft as Andre slammed his
hard cock into her dripping pussy. Her brown bum-hole relaxed as the maiden
surrendered to the multiple pleasures. Nickos's finger slipped into the opening
rose and he greased inside her back passage, pumping progressively deeper into
her virgin ass. He pulled his finger out then gradually drove two greased
fingers into her and pumped them in and out.
The maiden began to shudder with urgency.
"Quickly Nickos," Andre gasped. "We're almost there."
Nickos repositioned, pulling his fingers from her tight ass. Gripping himself
firmly, he pressed himself against the well-oiled tiny wrinkled rose. There was
a moment of tension then it opened. Nickos sank himself slowly, slowly in. The
maiden shuddered from the invasion but was held immobile between Andre and
Balthazar. Nickos sank to his balls then began to pump gaining speed until he
was fucking her ass in time with Andre's slapping strokes in her dripping pussy
and Balthazar's thrusts down her throat.
Together all three began fucking in rhythm with each other. Balthazar slid into
her sucking throat then Andre drove himself into her quivering wet pussy then
Nickos pushed into her tight bowels between her trembling, clenching ass cheeks.
All three men began moaning as their crisis quickly became imminent. Beneath
them all, the maiden shuddered from the combined pressures and pleasures of the
three straining men.
The maiden began to wail around Balthazar's cock. She worked herself against
Andre and Nickos, fucking them back as their cocks rubbed against each other,
separated by only a thin wall of her flesh. Andre shifted a hand and pulled on
her hardened nipples. They fucked harder and harder, racing toward ecstasy.
Sweat gleamed on all four bodies. Moans and grunts punctuated by wet slaps of
flesh against wet flesh filled the echoing darkness.
The maiden shuddered and rocked as brutal pleasure slammed her over the edge.
Balthazar howled as his cum geysered out, pouring down her throat and dripped
from her lips.
Andre's hoarse voice cried out as he went rigid from beneath. He grabbed the
maiden's hips and buried himself as far as he could go, rising up on his heels
to pour his cum into the maiden's all too willing flesh.
Nickos panting shouts joined the chorus as he fell atop them, burying himself in
the maiden's straining ass to the balls and pumped his cum into her virginal
bowels.
All four fell apart amongst the pillows in sated bliss.
"Now isn't that a pretty picture?" Cassandra asked the demonic presence. "There
is just one more little detail to wrap up..."
"I must admit," it responded after a moment of contemplation. "It was indeed
entertaining, but don't you want her to suffer just a little more? Have just a
little more pain? See little more - blood?"
Cassandra fought to keep a hold on herself as the power washed her mind in
splashes of red, painting a gruesome picture full of sated, unholy hungers. She
gripped the arms of the chair, her claws digging deep furrows in the wood. She
felt the power growing and stretching, preparing to take over and make the
ravenous red dream a reality.
"Look at it this way," Cassandra offered as she panted under the deliciously
tempting onslaught. "We can make her suffer, really suffer for a few hours or we
can do it my way and make her suffering and humiliation go on for years." She
felt it hesitate and consider her plans. It receded back; its appetites
unsatisfied but the idea of years of suffering mollifying it somewhat.
Cassandra sighed in relief as she rose from the throne. 'Let's get this over
with quick - before it changes my mind for me!' She closed in on the sleeping
maiden with a languid and somehow terrified laugh.
***
Cassandra materialized in a theatrical flash of flame and smoke by a massive
fireplace in a dark enshrouded library. She stood in all her winged, tailed
glory and sporting a hard-on. In her arms, she held the unconscious, naked,
cum-spattered body of the maidenly Monsignor.
The startled Magister Chevalier le Duc was seated in a huge wooden throne of a
chair. Carefully he put the black tome he had apparently been reading on a table
by his side.
"I have a gift for you," Cassandra announced in her power-deepened voice. Gently
she knelt, placing the golden maid on the expensive rug at the Magister's feet.
The flames gleamed on the maiden's cum-slicked creamy skin and golden hair.
"She's beautiful. Who is she?" The Magister asked in hushed, fearful tones.
"Once upon a time, she was called: The Holy Inquisitor, Monsignor Casca Renaldo
Cervantes of the Holy Order of the Dominicans."
The Magister's breath hissed in. "My God, how...?" he dropped to his knees
before the delicate sleeping girl.
"My orders were to take the Monsignor's virginity then deliver him to my
Infernal Master. Her virginity I have taken, twice actually, and you are my
Infernal Master here in Paris so..."
The maiden awoke to see the Magister leaning over her. "You..." she whispered.
"Now, she is merely a despoiled girl," Cassandra continued, "with no family, no
future and no name but what you give her. Will you take her?" Cassandra intoned.
"I guess you could call this my way of wrapping up loose ends. A finishing
touch."
"No!" the maiden cried out. She sat up and twisted around to look at demonic
Cassandra then back at the far more human Magister.
"Consider her a present," smiled a sweating Cassandra. 'Hurry, hurry,' she
mentally urged the Magister. She could feel a measure of impatience from her
demonic roommate. She had to get out of here before the power did something she
couldn't stop.
"Very well, I shall," the Magister, answered. "I'll take her." There was a
calculating gleam in his black gaze as he stared into her frightened blue eyes.
"No! You can't leave me with him!" the maiden whimpered.
"Good, but I should warn you, she has been thoroughly debauched and she loved
every second of it. You'll have to watch her or she'll be fucking everything
including the dogs next," she finished with a flourish and a bow. The demonic
presence liked that image.
Calmly the Magister began to disrobe.
Sniffing, Cassandra suddenly realized that she could smell burning matches.
'Sulfur?' she thought curiously. The world decided to take that very moment to
go away. There was a whoosh and she was falling. Everything suddenly went very
weird.
