Excerpt from: Spawn of the Demon Bed

 

Jane stood spreadeagled within the rim of a slowly rotating hub-less wooden wheel about two metres in diameter. Once again, small wooden hands that had grown according to Vitus's commands were clamped about her wrists and ankles, holding her in place. The wheel was set in the groove in the top of a large wooden block resting on the floor and was being turned by more small hands. Slowly she rotated, sometimes standing upright and then on her head, with her breasts continually flopping about as gravity tugged at them from different directions.

She was facing Vitus, who stood on a wooden block so that his groin was exactly level with her pussy, which was at the unoccupied centre of the wheel, and about which she seemed to turn. Vitus had enlarged his penis until it was over thirty centimetres long and it jutted out perfectly horizontally. Its end was buried inside her, so that it now seemed to be an axle on which she was impaled. The lips of her pussy were twisted and distended as she rotated about it.

To add to her suffering, Phoebe was standing behind Jane with a spanking paddle Vitus had made. She had one arm free and the other was folded behind her back and cuffed and joined to her collar by a lath of wood. She straddled a wooden stand with a long phallus-tipped rod growing out of it that was plugged into her bottom to keep her in position. Not that she would have moved, Jane was sure, but because Phoebe clearly loved her bondage as a way of showing her subservience.

As instructed, she was methodically beating Jane's bare bottom with the paddle. Flinching away from the stinging blows, Jane impaled herself even deeper onto Vitus's shaft. The thought of her friend beating her bottom by the command of a demon added to her pain and shame and humiliation. How could she hurt her like this? But Phoebe was doing it with a smile on her face. In her mind, pleasing Vitus came before all else. She could not really understand why Jane was not equally overjoyed. As far as she was concerned it was just a matter of time until Jane felt the same.

Jane's face came level with Vitus's once again. Her breasts slid across the perfect smooth contours of his chest. He smiled and grew thorn tips on his fingernails and raked them across her breasts as she turned by. Next time round, they left scarlet streaks across his chest. It was disgusting, and yet her pussy was squelching and dripping, and her nipples were hard.

'You are aroused but you are fighting your instincts,' Vitus said. 'Let go of your foolish pride. You know I am your master. Offer me your pain and pleasure. Spend for me and this little game will end.'

And sobbing Jane let herself go, and her pussy clenched about his monstrous shaft and gushed with juices, and for a moment it was wonderful and glorious.

Then she felt Vitus's shaft sucking up her spilled juices and she knew she had helped him grow a little more towards maturity and total domination.

Vitus gave her a little time to recover, and then she swapped positions and bondage devices with Phoebe, and she had to beat her bottom while Vitus once again provided an axel for her dripping pussy hub about which she rotated. And the terrible thing was that Jane could see Phoebe enjoyed every stroke she laid upon her. And she felt her own nipples standing up and her ravaged pussy growing hot and dripping, and she burned with shame and embarrassment.