The Damned Demon

Rebecca's body was slick with sweat and cum as Asher's cock kept impaling her from behind, her limbs trembling with exhaustion. She had lost count of how many times he had fucked her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge of oblivion.

Her face was flushed red, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Asher's cock filled her to the brim. The rowdy men of the pub howled in satisfaction, their eyes glued to the erotic scene before them.

From the corner of her eye, she could see the leering faces of these vile dogs.

"Look at those huge tits bouncing!" one of them shouted with his eyes almost popping out.

"She cfucking thirty times, and she is still grinding her hips against his monster dick! Both of them are fucking monsters!" another said with a look of unbridled lustful awe.

"I bet he's fucking her till she can't walk, haha!"

Not long before, she was dying from within from shand anger. The mouth gag in her mouth effectively silenced her, leaving her to suffer in silence.

She felt so worthless…so dirty…so disgusted…to be exhibited like this, her body on display for these vulgar men to ogle while she got fucked like a whore.

But now her mind was swimming in a sea of pleasure and pain, her body delirious from hours of him continuously wrecking her body with his scorching meaty cock.

Her muscles ached, her lungs burned, and her throat was dry from moaning and gasping. Yet, despite her exhaustion, she couldn't help but feel a spark of resistance deep within her, a stubborn flthat refused to be extinguished.

If she gives in to him now…she will be enslaved to him in every way and not just her body.

Asher seemed to enjoy the display, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he watched these losers leer at his conquest. He fucked her with rough, powerful thrusts, making her whimper in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Rebecca's mind scrambled to hold onto her sanity, to remind herself that she was a proud, independent woman, not smindless sex doll for this perverted bastard to use and abuse.

But it was difficult, especially when every fiber of her being seemed to sing with pleasure at his touch.

Her consciousness flickered in and out, her thoughts fragmented and confused. Part of her wanted to fight back, to resist Asher's advances and fight back. But another part of her, a weaker but more insistent part, wanted nothing more than to surrender to the overwhelming pleasure and let Asher do whatever he wanted with her.

It was gnawing at her body and soul, to give up and let this pleasure overwhelm her.

Asher seemed to sense her internal conflict, his thrusts growing even wilder. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head towards his face as he whispered into her ear with a cold smile, "You're just a toy forto dump my seed, slave. The more of my seed you have in your womb, the more worth your lowly self would have."

Rebecca's mind rebelled at his words, but her body responded with a surge of wetness and heat. She felt herself slipping further and further under his spell, her resistance crumbling like sandcastles before the tide.

And as the drunk men continued to chant and cheer, she knew that she was lost, her pride and dignity sacrificed on the altar of pleasure and desire.

With a grunt, Asher thrust into her again, making her let out a muffled cry.

"Mmmfnn!~"

The sound seemed to drive the men wild, their catcalls and lewd comments growing louder and more persistent.

"Yeah, fuck her harder!"

"Make her scream!"

"Hnn!~Mnn!~Hnnn!~"

Weak muffled moans escaped from behind her mouth gag as he increased his pace even more, as if encouraged by their shouts, while Rebecca couldn't even gather her thoughts to curse every single one of them.

Saliva dripped from their gaping mouths as they watched wet drops shooting out from her pussy with each thrust, pooling on the floor below.

The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sour aroma of cheap wine and sweat.

*PAH! PAH! PAH!*

Asher's fingers dug into her slippery hips as he kept slamming into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the pub. His balls swung heavy and full, ready to burst with another load of creamy white seed.

All she could feel was his monstrous cock twitching and pulsing inside her pussy, making her heart race quicken as by now she very well knew that this was a sign of him about to unleash his seed.

Her mind screamed from within to not let him sully her womb with his dirty seed again, but her body was traitorously disobedient, and she felt her buttocks smashing against his hips before he gave one final thrust.

"MMMHNNN!!~~~"

The next moment, she felt the hot, thick ropes of his seed fill her womb, branding her as his own again. The overwhelming sensation of fullness and possession sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body, making her toes curl and her back arch.

Her heavy, sweaty breasts bounced forward under the sheer force of the thrust, spilling sweat droplets on every side.

Her mind was a haze of ecstasy as her orgasm tore through her, leaving her breathless and delirious. She could feel every muscle in her body tense and relax in rapid succession as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

Asher's seed trickled out of her pussy, leaving a trail of wetness on the floor as he pulled out of her.

Her vision blurred, and she felt herself collapsing onto the floor, her limbs heavy and uncoordinated. Saliva dripped out from behind the mouth gag in her mouth, her limbs still twitching.

The cool air on her sensitive flesh made her shudder, adding to the myriad of sensations coursing through her body.

She lay there, a heap of sweaty, broken flesh, unable to move or speak. Her mind was a mush of pleasure and pain, her body spent and exhausted.

Asher crouched and ripped off the mouth gag from her mouth, which was dripping with her saliva, and threw it away like a piece of trash, shooting out the window.

Asher then whispered only to her ears, "Are you satisfied yet after showing yourself as a cum dump for me? All I need is to hear one word that I want to, and I can relieve you from your duty of being a cum dumpster for me."

Rebecca's limbs trembled as she struggled to breathe, her mind in shambles, and most of her will melted away by his thick, hot seed inside her womb.

She felt as if she would die if he kept this up and feared she might die in a humiliating way before these vile pigs and have her legacy end in such a dirty place.

But just as she was about to be overwhelmed by her shand fear, her son, Oberon's face flashed in her mind, making her pale red eyes tremble as she remembered why she was here...why she sold herself to this alien fiend...and why she endured all this humiliation.

She steeled herself, gathering the last fragments of her willpower. With trembling lips, she uttered the words that she knew would seal her fate, "...Rot in tartarus...you bastard...You will never get what you want from me..."

Asher's reaction was immediate. His eyes darkened, and a cruel smile spread across his face, "I was hoping you would say that..." Saying so, he yanked her up by her silver hair, pulling her head back sharply.

Before she could even register what was happening, he smashed his wet, sticky cock against her cheek, "Suck it like the filthy slave you are."

Rebecca's nostrils flared in disgust as she smelled Asher's sticky cock, the sheer size of it making her heart thud against her chest.

Yet its musky smell was strangely muddling her head, causing a wet heat to pulse between her thighs. Why was the repugnant smell of his cock making her feel like this?

As she hesitated, the vile pigs around her began to howl and hoot, their revolting comments making her cheeks burn with shame.

"That's right, little slut, open wide for the big daddy!"

"Yeah, show us how you suck a real cock!"

"Drown that bitch in your noble cum, ma lord!"

"Ughh…" Rebecca gritted her teeth and resentfully hissed at Asher, her fangs extending, desperately trying to escape his grip but in vain.

Her blood was literally boiling after he humiliated her without mercy in front of this repulsive crowd again and again, tearing apart her dignity.

And now he still wanted to stab at her shattered pride?!

But Asher's icy grip on her head remained firm, "Are you going to suck it, or do you want to suck theirs?" He smirked, nodding towards the lecherous crowd, as if knowing what choice she was going to make.