Demon Gate Saga

Krista held her breath as she was dragged to the bottom of the pool, but she never stopped kicking. She bent herself double to wrench the hand from her foot and was shocked when she saw no one beneath her. But she had no time for gaping, her fear and fighting were quickly using up the oxygen in her lungs. Tugging on the fingers had no effect. Whatever this was, it was far stronger than the petite swimmer. Krista tried fierce downward kicks to the invisible hand but only managed to injure her free foot in the process.

Krista's lungs began burning as the reached the pool bottom. Why? She asked herself over and over. Why does this thing want to kill me?

No answer came from her unseen assailant, but as Krista's foot touched the concrete bottom of the pool new parts responded to her presence. She first felt another hand on the back of her neck. The incredibly strong invisible appendage easily pushed Krista down to her hands and knees.

Her lungs ached, desperate for oxygen, and her body kept trying to rise to the surface. But these invisible hands wouldn't let her go, and so she could not breathe. Suddenly the hand holding her foot let go. Krista immediately began kicking again hoping beyond hope that she would be carried to the surface. But it was no use. The single hand on her neck held fast. Krista found herself nearly upside down at the bottom of her school pool. Her feet floating above her head which was being held down by an unseen menace.

Krista's eyes grew wide as the missing hand suddenly grabbed her breast. It began firmly and not too gently massaging the well toned mound and Krista began to wonder if this thing truly wanted her dead. She felt a vicious set of claws suddenly grow on the hand and she was sure now was her time to die. An instant later, an unseen flurry of motion stirred the water around her. Krista closed her eyes fearful of seeing her own life's blood filling the watery depths around her.

This had the unfortunate effect of making Krista more conscious of her own body. Her lungs now felt as if they would explode if she didn't breathe soon. Her mind was becoming fuzzy and she felt as though consciousness was slipping away. Krista knew she would have soon died even if this thing hadn't cut her to pieces.

It was only then that she realized she was feeling no pain, other than from lack of air. The young swimmer opened her eyes and saw no blood in the water, only tattered pieces of her swimsuit. If this thing didn't want her dead, what exactly did it want? In answer Krista felt an unseen tongue slip deep into her warm cunt.

Krista was so shocked by the suddenness of the assault she gasped and breathed in a lungful of the pools cold water. Krista cursed herself for her reaction but resigned herself to the fact that she wouldn't be violated by this unseen creature. She waited for unconsciousness to take her... but it never did.

Instead clarity of mind returned to Krista as the burning in her lungs faded away. She felt her body grow heavy from the water in her lungs. Krista exhaled as her water weighted body sank to the pool bottom. She again held her breath, fearful that whatever allowed her to breathe underwater would not repeat itself.

The young swimmer suddenly felt the hands holding her shift. Each clawed hand now had a firm hold on her ass cheeks. Krista was pushed to her hands as her cheeks were pulled apart. She felt something warm and hard pressing against her tight ass and immediately registered what it was. The young swimmer felt the weight of a large man rest heavily on her calves and found she was unable to escape or retaliate. She felt the warm hardness press against her backside again, and braced herself for what she knew was coming.

"Aaaaahhhhh!!!!!" Krista tried to scream, but found she had no breath. Again, she instinctively inhaled, filling her lungs with the pools cold waters. Again, she was somehow able to breathe. But her attention was elsewhere. Her mind screamed out at the invasion occurring. She had never offered her ass to a man, and here some... thing was taking its pleasure with her.

Krista's eyes shut tightly as the unseen thing thrust forward burying its invisible cock deeper inside of the swimmer. Krista's watery breaths came regularly now, as did her liquid screams of protest. Slowly, but fiercely the creature slid its massive cock forward, as Krista's body tried to push the invader out. With every inch he crept inside of her, the pain in her body increased. Soon the young swimmer could feel her assailant's warm body pressed against her own and every cell in her body seemed to scream in agony.

Krista prayed to every holy figure she knew that this ordeal would soon be over. She thought her prayers were answered when the invisible beast began to slowly pull its enormous cock from her ravaged asshole. But just as his enormous cock head reached her obscenely stretched sphincter, the unseen assailant slammed his hips forward burying his unknown length, unimaginable girth deep inside of the small swimmer.

Again and again this invisible creature forced his rigid staff into Krista's protesting hole. Again and again the swimmer screamed with all her might. But even if her watery screams could have been heard, there was no one around to hear them. Krista resigned herself to the pain and humiliation of being taken by this, this what ever is was.

The young swimmer had become so used to the pain, that she was surprised, even relieved when she suddenly felt pleasure. When she felt the creature reach a clawed hand around her body; when she felt the clawed hand reach between her muscled thighs; when a long thin finger pressed between her wet pussy lips.

Almost, she moaned with pleasure. It was then she realized the betrayal which was taking place. Some unknown thing was taking her by force and her body was enjoying it. The young swimmer began to cry uncontrollably when she realized on some level some part of her enjoyed what was happening to her. And her crying only became worse as the clawed finger rubber against her clit and her arousal increased; as the enormous cock slid in and out of her and she felt pleasure in that as well; as she slowly began to climb toward an orgasm. Guilt washed over her as the truth of her situation hit her. This thing was raping her, but she must love it. Why else would she be about to cum?

As the thought occurred to her, a voice entered her head, "Of course you love it. Why do you think I chose you?"

Something made Krista turn her head. As she did, she saw water cascading off of the thing behind her. The thing turned out to be a man. Even this deep in the pool Krista could tell he was black. His body was toned to the point he looked unreal, like he was carved from stone. His long dreads were fanned around his head and jerked with every thrust of his hips. Krista couldn't take her eyes from him.

"I knew you were more in touch with your body's desires than any other woman on this earth. And I knew you could survive the punishment your body would take better than any other as well."

Krista almost protested as the man pulled his clawed finger from her swollen clit. But her protest stuck in her throat as the man's eyes began to fill with blood. Both clawed hands grasped Krista ass as the deep red orbs stared into her own.

"I declare you the vessel for the body!" her assailant roared in her mind as he buried himself deep inside her and exploded. Krista's body shook as this mysterious man released his seed inside of her. One last watery scream escaped her as her world darkened and she sank into unconsciousness.

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Standing at the base of the large mansion's twin curved staircases, Gail watched water arc through the air; somewhat amazed that such simple delights still held her interest. The seven hundred stream fountain was a work of art. Water shot high and low; in long streams or short spurts; criss-crossing paths, but never colliding. Gail appreciated the work that went into creating the fountain, but it was the simple act of water tumbling through the air that kept her attention. Somewhere in her subconscious was a memory that made the fountain a wonder.

She unconsciously straightened the pants suit she wore. Having succeeded the first time, Gail was no longer nervous, but she was still excited. It was all happening so fast. Soon it would be over, and this would just be a distant memory. Gail intended to take as much enjoyment from the experience as she possible could. She took her eyes away from her beloved fountain, knowing an even greater treat awaited her.

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A heavy rain pelted the cool night's asphalt as the tiny woman stepped out of the club. The sweat of dancing had plastered her shoulder length dark blond hair against her youthful delicate face. Large gray-green eyes searched the area outside of the club. None of her friends were out there, but no weirdoes or creeps were present either. Rosario Malenkabar raised her small red umbrella above her head and strolled out among the cars. She was comforted by the sound of the rain crashing against the ground, the smell that came along with a heavy downpour, and the absence of the strange man she had met inside the club.

She had first "felt" his gaze on her when she was on the dance floor, then again as she went to the ladies room, and again as she ordered a drink. The little woman lost count of the times she felt him looking at her. He was a very large black man, over a foot taller than she was and well over 100 pounds heavier. Even through his clothes Rosario could see he had a very muscular build. Long, thick cornrows framed a strong clean shaven face.

The man seemed to be playing some sort of game with her. Whenever she caught him watching her, the man would look her up and down, then smile and nod as if approving her for some contest she didn't know she had entered. Each time Rosario glared at him to accuse him with her eyes. Each time the man stared back at her refusing to admit he'd done anything wrong. Finally, after Rosario had had many dances, and almost as many drinks, the man approached her.

She was at the bar ordering what would be her last drink of the night, when she felt his eyes on her again. Furious that he would keep playing with her, Rosario spun around to spot the man, only to find him inches away from her.

Looking up into his deep brown eyes, Rosario felt incredibly small, incredibly vulnerable. However, the large black man simply smiled, paid for her drink, ordered one of his own, and invited the tiny Portuguese lady to join him at his table.

Rosario found herself following him, despite what common sense told her. Soon they were at his table sipping their drinks. He asked her questions from meaningless to the personal, to the strange and bizarre. What was worse, she answered each and every one. Rosario told him she was currently going to night school and where she worked during the day. She told him about her hopes and dreams for the future and about disappointments and failures in the past. She was captivated by this man, though she didn't know why. She would tell him anything he asked, give him anything he desired.

When she suddenly felt his large hand between her legs, Rosario's eyes grew wide. She knew what he wanted. Most men she had known wanted the same thing from her. But none had been so brazen. A part of her mind screamed that this was wrong, but Rosario ignored it, reveling in the feeling of this man's rough hand sliding further up the soft, sensitive skin of her thigh.

The large stranger stared at Rosario, and she stared back. But his gaze seemed to penetrate her mind. Just as his fingers slid under her panties and pushed apart her pussy lips, the man's mind slid into her own, pushing past every barrier and wall she had erected. Just when his large middle finger slipped inside of her cunt, his mind plunged to her core. Rosario could feel his thick finger surging in and out of her as his mind probed her own.

The large, strange, captivating man leaned over to her and asked "You do want this, don't you?"

Rosario came back to herself with a start. "No!" she answered a little too loudly,

"I don't do this kind of thing." she added pushing his hand from underneath her dress, "I'm not that kind of girl!" she said with finality.

The man just smiled and stirred his drink with the finger that had previously been inside of Rosario. "I didn't think so." he replied, then sucked the same middle finger.

Rosario was appalled, afraid, and confused. The man tipped his drink to her and downed it in one gulp. Not knowing what else to do, Rosario rushed from the club. She felt his eyes on her the entire time.

Now, outside in the cool night, Rosario was calmed. She still didn't know what caused her to act in such a fashion, but she was away from it. Thinking of better things she walked out to her car. Rosario knew she was too drunk to drive, but she wanted to rest a bit. She locked the car door, rolling the window down a bit to keep it from getting stuffy. Leaning her seat back, Rosario closed her eyes, and settled down into blackness.

She awoke hours later in an almost vacant parking lot. It was just her car and a black and gold van to her left. Rosario was recovered from the alcohol, and thought to take a few moments to clear her head and drive home. It was then that she "felt" him watching her, and there was only one place he could be doing it from!

With her senses suddenly alert, Rosario grabbed her purse, snatching her keys from it. She quickly placed the keys in the ignition, and turned...

*Tnk!*

Shock, fear, and confusion washed over Rosario in a matter of seconds. She turned the key again to receive the same heart wrenching sound. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the van begin moving. Again and again she tried to start her car, every time she received the same sound.

How can this be happening?! her mind reeled, I just had this car serviced!

Rosario banged the steering wheel in frustration. She popped the door locks and pulled on the handle, if she couldn't drive away, she'd run. At least that was her plan. The door didn't budge. As the van slowly pulled closer she tried the handle again to no success. She popped the locks again to no effect. Rosario banged, kicked, screamed, pleaded for the door to open and got nowhere. All this time the van drew nearer.

Finally, the van pulled along side her own vehicle. Rosario pushed, punched, kicked and yelled at the passenger side door, but was still trapped. Then a thought occurred to her. If she couldn't get out, this strange man couldn't get in. She would just wait until someone showed up to free her.

Rosario's breath caught as the black man exited his vehicle. He was even more impressive now than he was inside the club. A sudden fear welled up inside of her petite body as Rosario realized she made a mistake. A man his size could easily smash her car window and drag her out. But none of this happened. Instead, the large man walked up to Rosario's driver side door, smiled, and the doors unlocked.

Rosario was quick to take advantage of the opportunity, diving for the passenger side door. At the instant she opened her door; she heard the driver's side door being opened. She prayed she was fast enough, but didn't look back. Instead she leaped from the vehicle, eager to be free, and was instantly overcome with dread and sorrow as she felt her ankle grabbed from behind.

The man's grip was like an steel vice. Rosario clawed and pushed and screamed; trying anything to get away from him. But it was all useless. She wasn't nearly strong enough to escape this man, and no one was around to hear her screams.

But she didn't stop fighting, even when she felt herself being pulled back inside of her car. She never ceased struggling even as the man turned her over and pinned her small arms over her head. She never stopped screaming, even when the man's free hand viciously ripped away her dress and roughly mauled her bared breasts.

Rosario tried in vain to keep him from lowering his head to her small pink nipple; from sucking the tiny nub of flesh into his warm wet mouth; from flicking it to hardness with his thick tongue. She tried to move her body away from his free hand which squeezed her beautifully rounded breasts; which cruelly pinched and twisted her other nipple until it formed a dark pink mound. She tried to keep her body from responding, from enjoying the unwanted attention of this beast of a man. But as she felt the slickness growing between her thighs, Rosario knew she had failed at that as well.

As she felt her body heat rising, her breath quickening, and a desire that was not truly her own growing inside of her she cried, knowing this man was about to take something she had thought would always be freely given. The scene inside of the club flashed in her mind as she felt his large hand push between her thighs and a single finger enter her.

"I've been looking for a girl like you for some time." he said, pulling his finger from her. The large brute sucked on his digit relishing her taste, then added, "Sweet and innocent. Very hard to find in these times."

Rosario wanted to take her eyes away from the man, but something kept her from doing so. His hand slid down his own body as he forced his massive thighs between her own. Rosario did gaze down as he opened his pants and pulled out his enormous erect cock. Fear flooded through her again as she realized the abuse her small body would suffer being impaled by that thing. As Rosario renewed her screams and struggles her eyes were pulled back to his own. She watched in silent horror as the man's eye filled with what seemed to be blood.

Crimson slits stared down into wide gray-green eyes. The large black man had the satisfied look of a predator that had captured its prey. Rosario braced herself for what she knew was coming. Even then, she was not prepared.

The massive brute placed the head of his cock against her slit and held it there. The tiny Portuguese woman tried to pull herself away from the offending member at the same time her body yearned to wrap itself round it. The man returned his attention to Rosario's erect nipples. She cried in shame as her pussy flooded the man's cock head with her body's desire.

A lecherous smile crossed the man's face as he said; "Now you are ready."

Before she could protest, before she could plead, before she could scream, he thrust himself inside of her. Two opposite sensations shot through her. First, was the pleasure of her wanton pussy being filled. Soon after came pain from the man's brutish entry. Both sensations rushed through her with each of her assailant's fierce thrusts, and Rosario could do nothing to stop either.

Again and again, he rammed his engorged cock inside of her. Again and again she felt the pleasure and pain, the agony and ecstasy, the desire to have him fill her and the need to push him out. And with each thrust the sensations grew. The pain in her wrists from his deathly grip on them; the pain in her tiny cunt and thighs from the unnatural spread they were both suffering; the pain in her back, her shoulders, and her neck, from the body jarring blows being delivered by this man's powerful hips and thighs. All grew to the point that they burned; yet she felt pleasure.

Pleasure at the twist of her nipple in the large man's gigantic hand; pleasure as his massive cock slid in and out of her dripping cunt; pleasure as his body banged again and again into her sensitive clit. And that was when she felt it; felt herself reaching that peak, that cliff that she had so joyously tumbled over in the past. She was this close to cumming, and from the look in her rapist's eyes, he knew it.

Rosario decided this he could not have. He may take his pleasure with her, but he would not have the satisfaction of knowing her body was pleased as well. The tiny Portuguese woman focused on not feeling; on not cumming, only to have her body's sensation wash over her more intensely. Every attempt she made to subdue her orgasm brought it on that much faster. She looked into her attacker's confident gaze, wondering what he had done to make her lose control of her body, and surrendered. She decided to let him do as he will.