Demon Gate Saga

Seeing this, the large black man increased his thrusts. The hand holding her wrists came down to her other breast, firmly squeezing it and again twisting and pinching her nipple. Rosario lay there panting and helpless as her assailant placed his mighty hands over her firm belly. A feral smile reached his lips as words poured forth in an inhuman voice, "I declare you the vessel for the soul!"

His animalistic thrusts continued bringing her closer and closer to climax. Rosario lay there waiting for this unwanted pleasure. But when his massive cock erupted filling her tiny womb with his seed, Rosario's world was only filled with pain.

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Rosario awoke to the feeling of something soft, wet, and warm being passed along her body. She reveled in its touch as the object moved down her breasts and stomach. Her eyes shot open when the object slid between her thighs, and the pain and fear of her last memories came flooding back to her mind.

The first thing the small Portuguese woman saw was the scantily clad and impressively built woman seated on the bed beside her. Long blond hair fell well past her somewhat broad shoulders. Her muscled arm angled down to a strong yet feminine hand which held a yellow sponge between Rosario's slight thighs. When the woman began turning to face the head of the bed, Rosario took a second to glance at her powerful back before her eyes were drawn to the other woman's massive chest.

These were not muscle though, but young firm, rounded breasts. Rosario couldn't help but glance down at her own body which seemed somewhat lacking next to the grandeur of the woman cleaning her. But such thoughts were short lived as she realized her continued peril. Her wrists and ankles were bound, allowing only limited movement. She began to shudder at the thought that the man from the club was not done with her.

As if just realizing her charge was awake, the blond woman turned deep blue eyes to Rosario. The well-built woman placed the sponge in a small bucket by the bed. "My name is Jesse," she said smiling, "I'm to care for you until the ceremony."

Rosario tried to respond but found her voice didn't work. Jesse placed a finger over Rosario's lips. "Shhh." She said, "You won't be able to speak until the healing. We must wait for Mistress Long to return before that can happen. She can heal the injuries inflicted by Master Pritchard, just as she did for the others."

The muscular blond gestured to her left, and for the first time Rosario noticed there were other women in the room.Who are these women? Her mind screamed.And why am I here with them?

As if she read the question in Rosario's eyes, Jesse answered, "The one in the bed next to us is named Krista. The master had great fun capturing her. The shock was so intense she didn't wake for over a week. We thought you would wake first." Missing Rosario's questioning gaze of how long she had been here, Jesse continued, "Her attendant is Janelle."

Rosario looked over at the other woman. Her long blond hair fell past her shoulders in curls. She was dressed similarly to Jesse; the two could have passed as sisters. However Janelle was a small woman. Smaller even than Rosario. But her figure showed she possessed a very developed musculature. Tight, cut muscles showed in even the simplest of movements. Her well sized breasts rose and fell heavily as she fed a reluctant Krista fruit from a small bowl. Her large nipples pushed at the thin fabric of her barely concealing garment.

Noting where Rosario's eyes had fallen, Jesse smiled, "Janelle truly does enjoy her work."

Rosario's eyes snapped back to her "caretaker" who gestured toward the far bed. "The woman down there is named Melanie. She was the first to be brought in. The master was very excited when he captured her. He was surprised by her level of spirit and intelligence. More than he could have hoped for."

Rosario stifled a moan as Jesse began absently stroking the smaller woman's body. The Portuguese woman focused her thoughts on the women at the far end of the room as Jesse continued her story. "Of course, that spirit and intelligence is exactly why Starla was assigned to her."

Rosario shifted her gaze from the woman tied to the bed to the one seated on it.Another blond. She thought to herself, more to distract her mind from the sensations running through her body as her attendant rolled a finger over her now erect nipple, than for any practical reason. This woman was also generously endowed. However, Rosario quickly noted that Starla was somewhat older than the other two blond attendants. Her stunning figure had thickened and curved in the full bloom of womanhood.

The tiny Portuguese woman felt Jesse's eyes on her again. Rosario brought her gaze back to the muscular blond, whose eyes sparkled. One hand still diligently played along Rosario's breasts. Jesse's smile widened and her breaths began to come deeper and heavier.

She licked red painted lips as she said, "But Master Pritchard had many wonderful things to say about you as well. Such an innocent, Rosario! One like we've never seen! So many people will..." Jesse's last words were lost, as Rosario passed back into unconsciousness.

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As dawn touched the morning sky, the woman of the same name rose from her bed. It was time for her daily routine, her daily jog, and Dawn Shepard eagerly looked forward to it. The twenty seven year old woman simply donned a t-shirt, jogging pants, socks and her running shoes. She never wore a sports bra, her slim figure and small breasts made such apparel unnecessary. Besides, she always jogged through the park for fifteen minutes, then back to her car. No one ever saw the result of her love of exercise.

The drive out to the park was uneventful. Once there, Dawn took a few minutes to warm up and a few more to stretch the muscles of her supple body. As always she received stares from men going about their business. Most probably thinking she was far younger than she was and some thinking to take advantage of that. She never understood just what men saw in her. Yes, she thought she was pretty, but she also felt her breasts were too small, and she could use a little more weight in other areas. She was also always self conscious of her very light brown skin. For whatever reason men didn't agree.

Dawn started out on her regular path. She was surprised that there were so few joggers out on this beautiful summer morning. Looking around, she spotted some of the favorite sights of her route. The hot dog and ice cream vendors were already setting up for their afternoon runs. Shoe shiners sat on benches waiting for a businessman to think he needed a buff. The day seemed to be progressing in exactly the way she expected it.

Except for some thing, some feeling. It felt as though Dawn was being watched. What was worse, she couldn't tell where the person watching her was hiding.

The man calling himself Noah Pritchard watched as the young black woman jogged down the early morning's path. His feet lightly touched upon the thin branch he was perch on, high atop one of the parks many maple trees. His eyes followed her slim, athletic form as she closed the distance between them. He watched her glancing from side to side searching for the eyes, his eyes, which she felt upon her. He watched with a bit of surprise and delight, her small nipples pushing out against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. He watched and smiled as she searched the park area ahead of her, so intent on finding the person watching her, she didn't hear the man slowly closing in on her from behind. He watched and grew excited as the man wrapped his arms around the woman, lifted her from her feet, and carried her into a thick copse of bushes by the side of the path.

Dawn would have screamed if her attacker hadn't crushed the breath from her lungs. As she was roughly pulled into the nearby bushes, Dawn knew this was the man she felt watching her. She could still feel his gaze on her now. The man threw her to the ground and turned her on her back, then straddled her. He cut off her attempted scream by squeezing his long slim fingers around her throat.

The frightened woman took a quick second to assess her attacker. He was a young black man; obviously strong, but he was thin. He was that wiry type of man who could be deadly in a fight, but who could often be overpowered. His overall appearance, hair in corn rows, bandana around head, big baggy clothes, and an exaggerated scowl led Dawn to believe this man was a typical ghetto running punk; the kind who would rely on fear of his appearance and brawling tactics to get what he wanted. He was most likely not a trained fighter. Dawn was confident she could escape. That confidence was blasted away as a second man walked into the small area.

Dawn found herself looking at a man mountain. He stood just under seven feet and weighed well over 300 pounds. His large corded muscles bulged through his loose fitting t-shirt. His light brown skin, dark eyebrows, and strong nose made his Latino, most likely Mexican, heritage apparent. He moved slowly, full of confidence. Like he had done this a thousand times and already knew the outcome. Dawn found it impossible to take her attention away from him. She had dreamt of a man, of men, like this coming and forcefully using her body to satisfy their own desires. From his large size, to his menacing presence, to his bald head, this was one of the many incarnations of the horror from Dawn's dreams! She suddenly realized the severity of her dilemma. One man was the speed; the other was the power; a perfect hunting team. There would be no escape.

Dawn found herself unable to move as the brown skinned behemoth stood a few inches from her head, staring down at her. The young black grinned wickedly as he squeezed one of her breasts then the other with his free hand.

"I told you we'd find some good shit in the park." He whispered to his partner as he pinched one of Dawn's nipples through her shirt, "Look at this bitch, she's already excited and waiting for it!"

"No I - ack!" Dawn's protest was cut off as the black man closed his hand tighter around her throat.

"We'll let you know when you need to use you mouth." He growled leaning close to her. Then he sat back again, rubbing the growing bulge in his pants, "And where."

The large Latino reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a folding pocketknife. He flipped it to the slim black smiling, "Let's see those tits Pete." He growled.

Pete was only too happy to oblige. He quickly flipped the knife's blade up to locking position. He pulled her shirt up out of her jogging pants, cutting through the thin material starting at her belly and ending at her throat. He folded the knife again and tossed it back to his gargantuan friend.

Pete pushed the ruined fabric of Dawn's t-shirt to the sides. "Damn Raul, look of these nice young tits!" he said as he roughly handled Dawn's small breasts with his free hand. Dawn could see the tent in Pete's pants expanding as blood continued to fill his concealed cock. "Look at them sweet little nipples. You know a bitch looks like this has got to love gettin' fucked."

"Please do - ack!" Dawn was cut off again as Pete tightened his strong hand around her throat.

"Did I ask you for any lip service bitch!" he said sneering, "Keep your mouth shut 'til I tell you to open it!"

Raul was smiling through the entire exchange, "Why don't you use both hands Petey?" The small black man looked at his partner suspiciously. The Latino calmly answered, "Look at her man. She's scared shitless. There's no way she's gonna put up a fight."

Dawn grew ashamed of herself as Pete took his hand from her throat and she did not scream. Guilt washed over her as the small assailant began cruelly kneading her small breasts and she did not protest. Hopelessness filled her as Pete bent his head down and took one of her erect hard nipples into his mouth and she did not fight.

But it was not the man straddling her that kept Dawn in line. Her eyes were again drawn to the towering Latino. Everything about this living nightmare exuded confidence and made Dawn feel helpless. But looking at him Dawn realized his weren't the eyes she felt watching her. Someone else was around; someone who could help. Dawn opened her mouth to scream, and Raul moved.

Dawn barely registered his motion. First, he was standing over her grinning sadistically; next he was kneeled beside her, one hand on her mouth and pocketknife in hand.

"That would be a bad move bitch!" he growled menacingly, "One wrong noise outta you and I'll cut ya." Crusted blood around the knife's handle indicated the Latino wasn't bluffing. "So what you wanna get fucked by - my bone or my blade?"

Dawn closed her mouth and turned her eyes away letting the man know he'd won. A new shame washed through her as she felt her panties growing wet. The black man's attention already had her aroused, but that last exchange, the fierceness of the Latino, Raul, pushed her over. Her body was already betraying her. It desperately wanted to be fucked!

"Good choice bitch!" the black man growled, briefly taking his mouth from her tiny breasts.

Raul put his knife away smiling, "Awright Pete. You gotta be ready by now. I know I am. Let's fill this bitch up!"

Pete scrambled off of her pulling Dawn to a kneeling position by her hair as he did so. The way he controlled her she could tell he had done this numerous times. Raul, still kneeling, moved behind her. He grabbed her arms and held them behind her back. Pete quickly unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the ground. He wore no underwear, his semi hard cock half hung right in front of Dawn's eyes.

"You heard my zipper rattle bitch." He said grinning widely, "Guess that means I want your lip."

Dawn didn't move. So the men moved her. Raul reached around her body and pinched her nipple between his strong thick fingers. As Dawn cried out from the pain, Pete reached forward and pulled her mouth down over his cock. Dawn tried to turn her head, tried to back away, but Pete was too strong. And everything she did to fight him, only brought grunts of pleasure causing him to grow harder and thicker.

"Uhhhnnn, yeah." Pete moaned, now fully erect. "Everything on these athletic bitches is tight. Even their throats. Get your shit slick Raul. We're gonna ream this bitch hard!"

Dawn heard Raul's jackknife flip into place as Pete continued to fuck her mouth. She heard fabric ripping and suddenly felt cool air on her pussy and ass. The powerful Raul easily picked her up off of the ground. He slid himself forward between her legs placing his cock head against her slick cunt, then pulled her down on top of him.

"Mmmmmmph!!!" Dawn screamed around a mouth full of cock as Raul's thick pole sliced through her. She felt as though she were being split in two.

Raul pulled back until just his cock head filled her pussy then thrust his powerful hips forward and Dawn screamed again. He pounded Dawn's pussy like a jackhammer, slowly burying himself deeper into her incredibly tight cunt.

"Dame Pete. You think her throat is tight just wait till you fuck this pussy!" With each forceful thrust of Raul's hips Dawn's agony increased.

"Just get lubed up man, and get at that ass." Pete replied keeping her screams from escaping by keeping his dick buried in her throat. At the mention of Raul's monstrous cock fucking her ass Dawn began struggling anew.

"Heh heh heh. Too late bitch." The Latino sneered pulling his cock from her cunt, "We got you where we want you. Now you just gotta ride this out till we're done."

Raul lined his cock up with Dawn's tight hole. He pushed forward slightly and Dawn began to cry; to whimper; to beg him not to fuck her ass. But none of it could get past the cock in her mouth.

Raul pulled back. "What'd you say slut? 'Fuck my ass!' You WANT me to fuck your ass?" None of Dawn's following muffled cries could be understood either.

"Oh!" Raul said teasingly, "You want me to fuck your ass hard? You want me to fill you up in one stroke? Well I can do that."

Though she knew it was useless Dawn tried to plead with her rapist. All that escaped was a series of muffled cries. Pete pumped her head on his thick cock a few times, then pulled out of her mouth. Dawn's shirt was pulled off completely and shoved into her mouth. Paul looked past her to his partner. "Go for it." He said smiling wickedly.

"Mmmmmmmmmmphhhh!!!!!!" Even with her shirt as a gag, Dawn's scream sent nearby birds scattering. Raul fiercely forced his enormous cock into her virgin asshole nearly causing her to black out.

"Aw fuck man." Raul muttered with two thirds of his cock still outside of the woman, "I don't think she can take all of it."

"Of course she can." Pete replied smacking Dawn's face with his hard cock, "Bitches like this were built for the big one. Just keep hammerin' away 'til you slip up in there."

Dawn's mind whirled. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. It was morning after all, and this kind of thing only happened at night. She barely registered the words coming from the men, the "compliments" on what a good lay she was.

"Ever been double teamed bitch?" the black man asked. Dawn's wide eyed stare answered the question. "Well, there's a first time for everything." He said dropping to his knees.

Raul fiercely slammed his hips forward sending a rush of pain up and down the woman's back. Both of his massive hands reached around Dawn to sadistically pinch her nipples. Pete placed his cock head against Dawn's wet slit.

"This is all bougie bitches like you are good for!" Pete roared thrusting his hips forward, burying himself inside of her. Dawn cried into her gag at the pain of his sudden assault, and at her inability to stop it.

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Gail Long sat on the side of the sleeping woman's bed, her pleated navy skirt neatly folded under her. She slowly ran her delicate hands along the smaller woman's slim body, searching for any existing injuries. She knew her master could be cruel in his attentions. And if this one's condition was anything like the others Gail would enjoy this healing.

Her eyes grew wide as she found bruises all along the tiny woman's cunt, sprained and strained muscles, and best of all spinal fractures. This woman's healing would take some time to complete, and Gail would enjoy all of it.

Gail pushed her long sandy blond hair back with one hand as she stroked the young Portuguese woman's face with the other. Though these women weren't for her, she would have to properly thank Master Pritchard for his excellent taste. The soon-to-be would be in his brother's debt once the ceremony was complete. And whoever became the soon-to-be's Chosen would have centuries to delight in these three.

But for now, these women were hers. Gail leaned forward and kissed the sleeping form of Rosario deeply as she did with the others. As her tongue probed the tiny woman's mouth, Rosario's tongue responded in kind. Gail heard her mumble some man's name and chuckled lightly, imagining this woman's surprise when she woke and realized whom she shared her passion with.

Gail's hand now wandered Rosario's body in more intimate patterns, searching out the softest spots and most sensitive places. Gail slid one slender hand between Rosario's slim thighs as the other played over the smaller woman's perky pink nipples.

Rosario's kisses came more passionately, the young woman responding to the intense pleasure she was feeling, which even seemed to dull her body's pain. Remembering her pain brought Rosario's mind back to the man who caused it and the situation she found herself in. Her eyes shot open and her mouth clamped shut as she realized it wasn't her boyfriend she was kissing.

Rosario's eyes began to roll back into her head as the person she was kissing sat back, and she saw it was a woman! Several quick slaps brought her awareness fully back, and sent a wave of pain down her neck and back.