Goetic Justice 2

Ryan was climbing higher and higher, the raw, piercing pleasure spreading through his body like a fever. He was so close that he could practically taste it, stars dancing before his eyes, his brain popping like popcorn in a pan. He reached the precipice, trembling as he opened his mouth in a silent moan, and then...

Nothing...

The release that he so desperately sought evaded him once again, his loins aching, his muscles burning as they tried to force his emission past the devilish golden band that was secured around the base. This was impossible, he was going crazy, his conscious mind slipping as his primal instincts came to the forefront. He tried to thrust, to glean any stimulation that he could get, just the little that he needed to push him over the edge. But they wouldn't let him. As long as he was in their power, he would come only when they decided that it was time.

He collapsed back into the lap of the Djinn who was kneeling behind him, looking up at her, pleading. She took his burning face in her hands, her palms cool against his red cheeks, and leaned down closer. She locked him in an upside-down kiss, her soft lips pressing against his and her tongue sliding into his mouth. Ryan was used to tongues that were far longer than his own, and for once he was able to reciprocate, meeting her in a hasty, unbridled embrace.

Their tongues entwined, and he noted that this demon too was pierced, a single stud of metal brushing against his muscle as her organ explored the inside of his mouth. He was so ardent, his heart fluttering in his chest, desperately making out with her as if it might somehow lessen his frustration.

As their salacious kiss dragged on, he felt lips around his cock again, and he whined into his partner's mouth as the cruel blowjob resumed. He wanted to call to Nahash, but he wasn't sure what he was feeling any longer. He felt amazing, bursts of ecstasy coursing through his every nerve, awash in tingling sensations. He loved this, he craved this, and yet he hated it. He wanted it to be over, he longed for the satisfaction of climax, but he didn't want this feeling of euphoria to end either.

Pleasure, pain, it was all a blurred mess. He couldn't think straight, his brain was foggy, his thoughts wandering and unfocused.

He heard the snap of Gamori's fingers once more, and the Djinni abruptly withdrew, the lips leaving his throbbing erection and the smooth tongue sliding out of his mouth. He was left lying alone on the bed, his beleaguered body glistening with oil and sweat, the demons retreating to the edges of the mattress as if they were suddenly afraid to touch him.

Was it over? No, he could still feel the pressure of the band as it pinched the base of his now painfully rigid member. He struggled to focus his eyes on the darkness beyond the flowing curtains, seeing something approaching the circular bed. It was Gamori, sitting on her camel as it came to a stop before him.

It was time for the main event it seemed, and the demon dropped down from her satin saddle. He expected to see her land on her feet, but instead, she vanished out of view below the lip of the mattress as if she had fallen over. He propped himself up on his elbows, trying to see over the edge, and after a moment she began to slowly rise. Her curled horns appeared, then her blue turban, the feathers attached to the golden badge that was stitched to the forehead blowing gently in the night breeze.

It was intimidating, and Ryan had to fight the urge to scramble backwards as she loomed over the bed, now appearing taller than the length of her legs should have allowed for. She was still wearing that blue veil around her face so that only her eyes were visible, glinting at him in the moonlight as she stared down at her prey. That was the impression that he got from her, not that she was about to make love to him, but that she was going to eat him. He tried to shake off the ridiculous fear, knowing that nothing could happen to him due to the clauses in their contract, but the strange apprehension lingered as she climbed onto the mattress.

He felt the bed sag near his feet as she put her weight on it, the Djinni parting to let her pass, staying out of her way as she crawled closer to him. Her long, golden necklace dangled from her shoulders as she neared, that strange crown that hung from the blue sash around her waist drawing his gaze as it caught the light. What had her entry in the Lesser Key of Solomon said about it? It was a Duchess' crown, that was it. Why wasn't she wearing that instead of the turban? It must be symbolic of something.

She dragged herself forward, gripping the sheets with her pointed nails, almost as if her legs didn't work. She moved like a paraplegic who had fallen out of their wheelchair. When she reached his feet, she rose to a kneeling posture, then higher. Something was wrong, her legs had no joints, they were moving like they didn't even have bones in them. He couldn't make them out very well in the darkness, obscured as they were beneath her long skirt, but it almost seemed as if...

Gamori rose still higher, supporting herself on her lower body, and it finally clicked. She had no legs, that was a tail. Gamori had the lower body of a snake. That was why she had been riding side-saddle on her camel, not because she was demure, but because she didn't have two legs. Like a form of predatory mimicry, she had fooled him into believing that she was a normal woman beneath that blue silk, she had imitated the body plan of a human perfectly. Now he was uncertain, he had no idea what she might look like under those lavish clothes.

As if to sate his morbid curiosity, she reached up towards her face, her long sleeves falling back to reveal her hands and forearms. Where once he had assumed there was pallid skin, now he was not so sure. Was that shine from sweat, was the unhealthy color a result of her demonic nature, or was that even skin at all?

He watched with a mixture of horror and intrigue as she hooked her long fingers around her veil and slowly pulled it down to expose her face in its entirety.

Where Ryan had expected to see a nose, she was entirely flat, with two nostrils like those of a snake. Her mouth was unnaturally wide and lipless, oddly shaped, more like the maw of a serpent than anything resembling the facial features of a person. She opened her jaws wider than should have been possible, exposing a pair of hypodermic fangs that were sheathed in the roof of her mouth, like a viper or a cobra. A long, purple tongue flicked out to taste the air, forked and reptilian.

It filled Ryan with a kind of instinctual fear, eons of evolution warning him to stay clear of anything that slithered, lest it sink its teeth into him and inject him with some horrible venom. He fought it off, trying to conceal his alarm, reminding himself that the terms of their contract prohibited her from harming him.

This explained why she was mute at least, she lacked any kind of vocal apparatus that could reproduce human speech. Why did she choose to appear this way?

Gamori reached behind her back, as flexible as a contortionist, and untied her sash. It fell from her waist, along with the crown, and the Djinni scurried forward to take it from her. They retreated back into the shadows as their demonic master began to remove her clothing, the sash apparently the only thing that had been holding it together. She wriggled and squirmed, her long body winding from side to side in a kind of strange dance, like a snake that was trying to shed its skin. It sloughed off her body to reveal her long neck, then her shoulders, Ryan's eyes widening as she exposed herself to him.

Her torso was very much that of a human, with slim, feminine shoulders and an hourglass figure. She had breasts somewhere between those of the Djinni and Nahash, large and hefty, but not unusually so. Her belly was flat, with no visible navel, and below her wide hips was where things got strange. Where the thighs would have begun on a human, her body instead tapered into a thick, muscular tail. It was just like that of a snake, the same pale grey color as the rest of her. It reminded him of Medusa, the Gorgon from Greek mythology who had the upper body of a woman and the tail of a serpent.

As the Djinni reached out with their many arms to pull the discarded clothing out of Gamori's way, Ryan noticed her lack of loins. Where one would expect to find a vagina, there was nothing but smooth skin. Granted, she had no legs between which to put one, but where else would it go? Did she not have one at all? How did she expect to have sex with him?

He was afraid, shocked by her odd and unexpected appearance, and yet his member stood hard and prominent before her. The golden band prevented his erection from receding no matter his state of mind, regardless of how much it should be shrinking back into his body like the head of a frightened turtle right now.

Ryan lurched as he felt something cold touch the bare skin of his waist. It was the tapered end of Gamori's tail, far longer than it had first appeared. Perhaps it had been folded in on itself while confined within her long skirt? It began to slowly coil around him, almost as if she was trying to get a hold of him without him noticing, like a snake that was creeping closer to strike an unsuspecting mouse. She didn't say a word, she never did, she merely stared down at him with those ice-blue eyes. Her expression was almost scornful, she seemed to be turning her nose up at him, if what she had could be referred to as a nose.

He watched, unable to do anything besides lie there as her long tail slowly wound its way around his waist like a giant anaconda that was about to make a meal out of him. Her skin was smooth and shiny, grey in color, and she had a layer of soft fat that made her pudgier than she had first appeared. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was not skin at all, but scales. They were so small and fine as to be almost imperceptible, indistinguishable from skin at a glance. They were as smooth as glass and surprisingly dry. He had never held a snake before, but he had always assumed that they would be slimy.

One chubby coil gripped him, then a second, the demon was trying to cocoon him. He felt a twinge of panic and began to struggle, but the moment that Gamori sensed movement she abandoned stealth and sprang into action. Before Ryan could so much as cry out in alarm, she had enclosed his entire body in her winding tail. He tried to move, but found that it was impossible, his legs were tied together and his arms were trapped at his sides. When he looked down, all that he could see were her pale scales.

Her upper body loomed over him, enough of her tail remaining to support her, and she gave him a hard squeeze that drove the air out of his lungs. He got the message, relaxing and ceasing his struggling, which seemed to please the serpentine demon. Her purple tongue would flick out of her mouth every so often like that of a lizard, her breasts hanging enticingly from her chest and swaying with her slow movements. She looked like a cobra dancing to the tune of a snake charmer, fluid and hypnotic, Ryan finding it somehow calming.

She had raised him off the bed with her thick coils, and so she slid her tail beneath his head to serve as a pillow, cushioning him with her doughy body. Gamori was to his right now, or at least her upper body was, hovering over him like he was a specimen on a dissection table. He was totally at her mercy now. The only things that he could move were his head and his toes, which were protruding from the bottommost of her restraining coils.

What was she going to do with him? The intolerable teasing and the prolonged foreplay that the Djinni had subjected him to, the oil massage, it had all been to prepare him for their master. But how she would go about extracting his resources was a complete mystery to him. He couldn't even see his erection anymore, it was trapped between two of her coils, her smooth scales pressing around his sensitive organ.

However she elected to go about it, he hoped that she would do it soon. He had been driven half-mad by lust and frustration to the point that he would welcome the release even if it came from this unnerving creature.

Between his legs appeared the pointed tip of her long tail, rising from the mattress as though it was itself a cobra preparing to strike. It moved up his body, suspended in the air, until it came to hover over his groin. Gamori parted two of her fat coils, exposing his erection to the cool air. Ryan still couldn't see it over the rolls of her body, but he could feel the movement.

The demon watched it, her expression aloof, the tail drawing slowly closer. She reached a hand out towards her appendage, and Ryan's eyes widened as he watched her part some kind of orifice with her fingers. It was located near the base of her tail, perhaps six inches below its tapered tip, pink flesh visible beneath the fine scales. It didn't look like any vagina that Ryan had ever seen before, it was just a fleshy hole, it looked stretchy and almost elastic. He could see that it was wet, however, glistening with moisture as Gamori lowered it towards his erection.

He lurched suddenly, the demon manipulating his bound frame with her muscular coils, raising his upper body and propping him up so that he could see what was happening. Now he could make out his member standing erect, the golden band still pinching the base, even the gentle breeze so stimulating that it made him grit his teeth. Gamori wanted him to see what happened next, she wanted an audience.

She splayed the hole even further, showing it to him, Ryan swallowing hard as his eyes played over the strange organ. She didn't seem aroused, she wasn't trying to titillate him, it was almost as if she was saying this is what I'm going to do to you. There were no lips, no folds, and no clitoris. It was just a fleshy tube. His eyes followed a glob of what looked like lubricant as it leaked from the opening, sliding slowly down her smooth scales.

Gamori pressed it up against his swollen glans, the merest touch of her cool flesh sending a shockwave through his body. He felt the firm muscles beneath her chubby coils tense up, keeping him still as she attempted to slide her wet opening over the head of his penis. It was too tight, there was no way that it would fit! It was like trying to wear a condom that was far too small. He groaned in a mixture of discomfort and seething pleasure as she succeeded in getting the tip inside her. It sealed around him like he was being vacuum-packed into slimy latex, a gasp slipping past his lips as he felt it twitch and shift around him.

She angled her tail downwards, the orifice apparently running up along her body, then held his shaft in her hand as she pushed down on him. Her insides were oddly cool, and it was actually rather soothing considering the overstimulation that he had been subjected to. Could cold blood be running through her veins as would befit her reptilian appearance?

Her body radiated power, he could feel her muscles moving just beneath the layer of fat, like bundles of steel suspension cables. The demon could probably have crushed the life out of him with the ease of a child squeezing a juice box. He could feel her brawn through the thin walls of her passage too, rubbing against his member, undulating in waves as if trying to suck him deeper.

Her juices were greasy and slippery, yet they did little to help him along. He watched as she managed to get him a little deeper, sliding her opening about halfway down his shaft. He was a little thicker in the middle however, and she got stuck there, the spasming of her tunnel wringing him violently. If he hadn't had that accursed band around his cock he would have come a dozen times already, every squeeze of her muscles sent a wave of orgasmic pleasure flooding through him. It was almost like a dry climax, an orgasm without the release.

She finally got him all the way inside her, the golden band at the base of his erection vanishing into her tail as she took him to the hilt. It was different to any intercourse that he had experienced before. It was usually hot and wet, soft folds with the texture of silk enveloping him, the friction of their thrusting being the source of his pleasure. But here, he felt like his length had been wrapped in stretchy rubber, slick with a greasy substance that more resembled cooking oil than the more viscous fluids that he was used to. There was no thrusting, she wasn't plunging him in and out of her, her tail remained still while her muscles did all of the work.

It was like a throat swallowing, creating an intense pressure as the smooth tube of her organ wrung him from the base to the tip in waves. He was being milked like a dairy cow, as if fists clad in slimy latex were sliding up his cock. It was such an alien sensation, but so powerful, every wracking throb making his head spin.

Gamori watched him as his red face contorted, his body bucking and squirming in the cocoon of her scaly coils, but she held him still with her iron grip. Her expression remained neutral, she didn't seem to be gleaning any enjoyment from their coupling, she was merely performing a necessary function like some kind of automaton. It was a fitting comparison, because that's what her pulsating insides felt like, a machine that had been carefully tailored for the sole purpose of extracting resources from him. Her tongue flicked the air, her blue eyes watching him. She almost seemed disdainful. Could it be that he was just an animal to her? Some pitiful creature squirming in her grasp, no different from a sheep that was to be sheared for its wool or a prize bull that was about to have its semen extracted?

The intensity of her wringing increased, the pulsating walls of her strange organ stroking him harder and faster. It left him dazed, his eyelids fluttering. He felt like his entire body was melting into hers. It was wonderful and painful, pleasurable and intolerable, his senses hopelessly confused as they were subjected to this exquisite torture. He was so painfully aware, like he was in a heightened state of consciousness. Every nerve from the base of his engorged member to the tip lit up like a signal flare whenever she massaged him, bright and prominent in the forefront of his mind, such that he couldn't concentrate on anything else. He couldn't even think anymore, all he could do was feel.

"Please," he whined, "let me come." It was a pitiable plea, and he was surprised to hear those words come from his own mouth, as if he was watching from afar as someone else puppeteered his body. "I can't take it..."

Gamori didn't react, she just watched him with that cold, calculating stare as her powerful loins sought to suck him dry. It dragged on and on, sweat pouring from his skin, his breath ragged and irregular. The muscles in his pelvic region burned with the exertion, so many fruitless orgasms stressing them beyond anything that he was used to, the ache of his swollen member becoming intolerable.

Just as it became too much for him, when he was about to cry out to Nahash for help, he felt a release of pressure as the tight band that had been fit snugly around his erection vanished into thin air. Immediately the dam that had been stemming the tide of so many backed up climaxes burst, one cruel, rolling contraction of her slimy tunnel all that it took to send him over the edge.

There was a brief moment where he didn't feel anything, as if time had been suspended, and then the flood of ejaculate burst up through him like an erupting volcano. He could really feel it, every thick clump of his stored up semen bulging his urethra, an unbecoming moan slipping out as he shot a thick rope of it into Gamori's eager tunnel. The pleasure took a moment to catch up with him, surging inside him with an intensity that actually scared him, Ryan not knowing if he could even handle it.