Possession of an exotic prostitute
During one of her usual days of cruel and dark work in the Leucadian brothel, Xixi the toucan whore was possessed by a powerful demoness of lust. The brothel keeper took a priest.
The priest was from Finland, and he knew Xixi before she was involved in the word of whoredom against her will. Apart from taking the demon out of her, he desired to rescue her from that life of misery and humiliation.
As far as it was a hard decision for him, he decided to come there disguised as a usual client in order to surprise her. It required of course that he would have sex with her…
As he saw, the demoness, not regarding Xixi’s feelings at all, made inside her a good remodelling, adding her a pair of sexy breasts with pointed nipples, contained in a thin string bra.
So, he went in front of the one-way mirror, took off his pants and put his dick into the hole; Xixi, moved by the demoness like a puppet, crawled to him and grasped his dick immediately with her wing; His whole body trembled with pleasure, as his cock miraculously enlarged, growing even two or three time longer, more throbbing!
The demoness opened Xixi’s beak, placing it close to his enhanced dick; her tongue was dancing inside her mouth like a fiery snake, preparing itself to sting on its prey;
- Welcome, stallion. I have been waiting for you long, what a joy you finally came…”
So, the demoness already knew who he was! All the plan was in vain. Now, he had to rely only on his own determination and faith, his moral and ethical strength…
But it was incredibly difficult for him to remain the composure, with so much pleasures attacking him, with the promises of incredible orgasms that the demoness was wordlessly whispering to his ears – sweat started to flow over his forehead. Not letting himself to get distracted, he drew a cross out of his pocket with his trembling hand and pushed it towards the glasswall, shouting:
“In the name of the holy spirit, I command you to depart from this poor being’s body!!”
The demoness laughed mockingly, here sexy eyes with curved eyelashes constantly closed:
"And who are you, little priest, to command me? I have millenia of experience with such fools like you, and I shall not be so easily banished by any mortal man. No, I shall enjoy my time with you first. And then, when you are weak and exhausted from your foolish attempts to expulse me, I shall take your soul for my own. You pathetic priest, fooled by the promises of a weak and cruel god, that denies you the REAL pleasures of life!"
The young priest felt a surge of anger and determination. He focused all his energy on the demoness, trying to force her out of Xixi's body. But it was more and more difficult, and the demoness didn’t stop to speak:
"There is no bigger pleasure for a man than to cum onto face of a sexy slut, to use a woman as a fucktoy, and for a woman to love being abused and humiliated by true man," the demoness whispered into his ear in some magical way, even though she was not moving Xixi’s beak at all. "You are too blinded by your faith, too weak to accept the truth. I shall show you the true path, the path of lust and carnal desire."
But as she grasped his dick again, a shiver almost ruined his resilience, and he no longer could oppose. He closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the pleasure, feeling the demoness's hot breath on his dickhead, a profound sensation that was making his body writhe with need.
"Maybe my words don't please you, but doesn't it prove them only more true? Your body betrays you, priest. It craves release, it demands satisfaction. And I can give it to you, if you only let me. Your soul may belong to your god, but your body... your body belongs to me. You are a man. You are bound to dominate women and fuck as many females as possible, to fuck anything that lives!
Her words sent shivers down his spine, her breath on his dickhead making his cock twitch in anticipation. He could feel the tension building within him, the need to surrender to the sensations she was provoking. His mind reeled with the conflicting urges: to maintain his faith and resist her temptation, or to give in and let go, to embrace the darkness and the pleasure she offered.
The demoness laughed again:
“You know, priest, I know that you have been chosen cause this pathetic bitch had been your friend. It was a great mistake, not just because of you being friends, but because of what you actually thought about her”
In this moment, the priest woke up from this dangerous moment of weakness:
“What… Do you mean?” fear was visible in his tumbling words; his heart was racing, both the heartbeats and the words going out in chaos like a throng of people desperately aiming at an exit and trampling each other.
“Oh, holy naiveness! Of course I meant exactly what you thought I mean – she squeezed unexpectedly his dick, his own moan almost blurring his sight.” – “The thoughts you had about her, those unholy, naughty desires. Do you remember how you craved her to play in bed with you, to be your bitch?”
“That’s not true! – he denied, but the hesitation in his voice betrayed him like a false note.
“Don’t deny it, poor priest! You have always lusted about her big butt, long beak and tits, you was never really caring about that stupid jelly in her head called brain and whatever silly, mundane thoughts it may contain; You always craved to touch her, nothing more!”
“You lie, you scoundrel with a deceitful tongue! – he was striving to make his voice resounding and sharp like a sword of an angel. He raised the cross again, speaking solemly:
“In nomine patris…”
“Aaaah! – the demoness hissed with anger, making his penis tremble. – Don’t speak about God, you fool! God not give a shit about that pathetic whore Xixi is, in clear contrary to you, who wants to fuck her juicy butt!!”
The priest’s voice subsided again, as the demoness started to tease him with her beak, aggressively pressing his schlong against her face, licking it, sucking, stroking with wings; He couldn’t control himself; he had the sudden urge to resign of all his convictions, all his ethics, just for a moment of wonderful surrender to her touch, just for the moment of ejaculating over that sexy face of hers!
Nooo! That’s not her body; it’s Xixi’s face; her body is Xixi’s propriety, not of the demoness, not his, neither of the brothel keepers! He had to give her old life back to her friend, to retrieve her liberty!
He was almost determined to continue, but than again…
The priest arched his body and his own moans deafened his own hearing. His dick grew even more in the demoness’ perilous feathery grasp; he was feeling as if the majority of his blood flew into his endownment, nutritioning and oxygenizing it so that now his flesh was extremely firm and sensitive. She opened her mandibles impossibly wide like a cobra devouring a zebra and impaled his dick into the depth of her mouth, deepthroating it.
The cross fell off of his stiffened hands; his pupils narrowed, body twitched like a sail ripped by wind. The whole world had been reduced by his own dick, throbbing frenzily, pressing against Xixi’s throat, wanting release!
As he cummed, the glasswall suddenly disappeared. The demoness ordered him to sit next to her and he obeyed her without any hesitation. His soul was already seized…
"You're right," he whispered, his voice trembling with desire. "I am a man. I am bound to dominate women and fuck as many females as possible." The words were like a confession, a surrender to the urges that raged within him. "Then show me, mistress," he continued, his voice growing stronger as he yielded to her control. "Show me how to fuck. Show me how to dominate. Show me the true path of pleasure."
With a sinuous motion, the demoness took his hand into her left wing and guided his hand down between her legs, her hot, wet folds enveloping his fingers. "Like this, my pet," she purred. "Take what you want. Fuck me. Show me how strong you are." Her hips bucked against his hand, urging him on, and he found himself losing himself in the sensation of her small avian body moving beneath his touch. Her tailfeathers were rustling so softly, enchancing him like whispered spells…
"Remember. God is a jealous impotent. He envies you your sexual prowess and vigour, and so he wants to deprive you of all your pleasures and needs," the demoness leaned in, grasping gently his nap and nuzzling his earlobe with the tip of her beak. "But I am here to tell you that you have every right to enjoy the flesh and the company of women. They were made for your pleasure, priest. You are the master and they are your slaves."
Her words sent a shiver through him, like an electric wire, and he thrust his fingers deeper into her folds, feeling the warmth and wetness envelop his hand.
"That's right, priest," she hissed. "You are the master. You are the one who decides how I should feel, how I should be used. Show me what it is to be a true man, to dominate and to own." Her words fed his dominance, and he thrust harder, his fingers finding her sensitive spot over and over again.
"When women are doing fellatio, they tend to think they are controling the pleasure of men. That's bulshit. They are only serving their master, letting him take as much as he pleases. You, my pet, are the master. You decide when it's enough, when it's too much. You decide when to give them release, when to take it away." The demoness' words flowed over him like honey, making his heart race and his cock ache with need..
"They are stupider, weaker and inferior, and sexier. Now now their true name: not females, but bitches." She nibbled gently at his neck. “They exist only to serve, to pleasure, to obey." By that time, she kissed him, and he started instinctively to explore her beak with his tongue.
"They have multiple names: females, sluts, whores, cum-dispensers, the Tits, sexy asses - all are synonyms for the same: objects of pleasure, nothing more." She purred, pushing herself deeper into his mouth. "Use them as you will, priest. They are here for your enjoyment." He obeyed, sucking harder, thrusting his tongue deeper, feeling her muscles tensing and relaxing around his mouth as she reached her climax.
"When you fuck a bitch, you take what you want. Make her scream and beg for more, or you make her beg for mercy. You decide how she feels, when she feels it." The demoness whispered, her wing finding his cock, guiding it between her legs. "She is here to serve your needs, not the other way around." He groaned, feeling the heat of her body against his shaft, and with one swift motion, he thrust forward, burying himself inside her.
"And when you cum inside a bitch, you leave your mark. You fill her up, make her yours. It's a sign of dominance, of ownership. She will carry your seed, bear your children, and raise them to be as strong and dominant as their father." Her hips bucked against him, meeting his thrusts with equal force, as she wrapped her scaled, orange legs around him, holding him tight. He felt a shudder run through his body, and with a groan of release, he emptied himself inside her, feeling her walls tighten around him as she came again.
“By the way, don’t you think that some whores has too less holes to make love?” – she abruptly asked without a visible reason. – Didn’t you think sometimes that mouth or beak, anus and vagina is too little for a true fun?”.
He didn’t know how to react, and than, suddenly, she flied onto the other corner of the room.
„Come here, stallion!” – she said challengingly, raising her head high and licking hungrily her beak. She spread her tits wide with her wings, and he couldn’t believe what he saw!
In the middle of her cleavage appeared another hole, a pussy with glistering labia, agape, with perfectly shaped clitoris! He was so aroused he almost started to drool. Aroused, he ran to her and put his erection, fucking it. He moaned, as it was even moister than her original pussy!! After having fucked her chest in such a strange way and cummed into it, he withdrew his member, the labia closed and the cunt between her tits completely disappeared, like a wound healing itself. Then, Xixi overturned herself, presenting her black back to him, and again, between her shoulders, appeared another pussy, which he immediately fucked with pleasure! As he ended, the hole disappeared again. Meanwhile all that unsettling miracles were happening, the demoness continued:
"Rape is the best method to show them the truth, priest. To force them to accep their place as your property, as your playthings. It's a way to break their spirit, to make them understand that they are not equal. They are here for your for your amusement. And when you've had enough of them, you can discard them like used tissues."
His eyes widened. "Discard... What do you mean?"
"Oh, come now, priest. You're not so naive, are you? When you're done with a bitch, you can kill her. It's as simple as that. Or, if you're feeling particularly generous, you can sell her to another master. It's up to you. You have the power to decide their fate." The demoness smiled. "Use that power, priest. Be the master you were always meant to be."
"B-but.. To kill.. They even don't have the right to live?
"Of course they don't, silly priest. They are your property, your playthings. They exist for your pleasure, nothing more. When you're done with them, you dispose of them. It's the natural order of things." The demoness's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Now, let's not dwell on such unpleasant matters. You still have plenty of bitches to enjoy, and many more to break in."
The priest hesitated for a moment, still feeling the afterglow of his release. "But what if I want to keep one of them?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The demoness raised an eyebrow, a sly smile curving her lips. "Oh, you mean make one of them your pet? Well, that's certainly an option. You can keep one of them around as a reward for good behavior, or even train them to pleasure you in unique ways. It's up to you how you want to use them."
"And when you're feeling generous, you can even let them live out the rest of their pathetic lives in servitude. But remember, priest, they will always be your property. They will always belong to you. Even if they are not in your presence, they are still under your control."
Than the demoness took him up into the air, so that they were fucking when flying in the air, for long ours. Somehow, they found themselves in Syria, flying right over some ancient ruins. The possessed toucaness was still speaking to him in different, sexy semitic languages, especially the old Syriac.
With every thrust, her perfect tits, covered with sunny feathers, were bouncing temptingly, hypnotizing him with their shape.
He became nothing more but her puppet. As far as he had been convinced by the visions of dominance and pleasure, it was the demoness that was truly dominating him and giving him the illusion of control.
The demoness was regarding him as a piece of dirt, a pathetic, easily manipulated thing as she was thinking too about all the other men. She started to use him for her own purposes: for example, once she ordered him to kill fifteen people, promising him that after that she’ll suck him off. He agreed and did it, exactly as she ordered him. Every time he was disobeying her, she was blackmailing him she would stop to have sex with him. And it always worked…
He was a tool she was using to promote and spread depravity and pain. And Xixi, trapped in her own body, was slowly getting used to eat, marginilized in her own brain, almost disappearing…
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On the drawing (in Arabic):
(1) Take your sword, fertile stallion, and conquer all the women of that world!
(2) Look, my tits are waiting for you to touch and suck them!
(3) Aaah… Show me you are a true man!!