7. Demon Spawn

The door busted in,causing Tallulah to jerk awake.

"Found you, little mouse," the ape-man said.

"Stay back," she shrieked, brandishing her weapon.

He grabbed her by the ankle as she kicked and whacked him with the ladle. It didn't do anything but piss off the burly man. He flipped her over and took the ladle as easily as taking candy from a baby.

Tallulah bit her lip as he used it to spank her ass. Her attempt at restraint was no longer successful as he beat her in rapid succession. She sobbed at the blinding pain as the cold metal continued to connect with her skin.

She'd been spanked before by a partner. He had left pleasant tingles on her skin as part of foreplay, but it hadn't been dominance or punishment.

"Bitches need to learn their place." He hooted and grunted like an actual ape seconds before she felt liquid heat splash across her lower back and ass.

The ape hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her from the truck. They made their way back to the center of the fairgrounds. Tallulah kicked and screamed, beating his back with her fists. But a hard spank and firm grip on her ass brought her back in line.

He threw her to the ground. Her landing was so rough, she bit her tongue. The metallic taste of blood flowed down her throat. Before she could escape, a tall, athletic man in a horned mask dropped his knee on her neck. She lifted her hands to push him off, but he twisted slightly, applying ample pressure to her airway. He pulled a knife and a blindfold from his pocket and ran the smooth side against her cheek.

"Don"t squirm," he hissed.

He tied the blindfold, plunging her into pitch darkness. She heard whispers around her, speaking in tongues she couldn't understand. She wondered if there was an audience, though she hadn't seen one just moments ago.

The man alleviated Tallulah's struggle to breathe slightly by reducing pressure while keeping her pinned. The tip of his knife trailed down her chest. Though she tried her hardest not to squirm, it was impossible to remain still.

The horned demon pressed the tip harder against her skin, and immediately, a drop of scarlet blood swelled under the edge of the knife. She howled in pain as he dragged it an inch across her chest. Warm blood trickled from the shallow slice.

"I want you to see me now," he hissed, pulling the blindfold away.

He made a show of licking her blood off the blade's sharp edge. Tallulah gasped as he flicked his bloody tongue at her. He laughed maniacally and didn't seem to feel any pain from the masochistic act. The demon licked the valley between Tallulah's breasts, letting the blood from his tongue mix with her own.

He twisted his knee, digging painfully into her throat. Her vision went dark as her eyes rolled back into her head. He moved off her and slapped her back to consciousness before straddling her chest.

"Wake up, whore. I want you present while I have my fun with you."

He freed his long cock from the confines of his pants. The cold steel of the knife made another cut above her left breast, bringing Tallulah back to her senses. Her nipples hardened against her will as he teased them with the tip of the blade.

"I knew you were a freak like me. You have gorgeous round tits. I want to fuck them and have you wear my cum and blood."

He slid his cock between their mixed blood before grinding between her breasts. His grip on her flesh was painful. Powerful thrusts against her chest encouraged blood to continue seeping from her wounds. He lowered his head and spit bloody saliva on his cock head for extra lubrication.

His hips snapped faster and faster. His face warped, showing his malevolent spirit. The whispers from an invisible audience grew louder. Tallulah flinched as the demon pressed the knife against her cheek again.

"Beg for my cum, like the needy slut you are. I'm going to paint you like a masterpiece."

"Please," she said.

He ground harder. "That"s not good enough."

He brought the knife to the tip of his cock and pricked it. Warm blood dribbled against Tallulah's skin, and she spun into sensual overload. The demon's warmth and weight made her heady. While the sickeningly dry, sweet metallic scent of blood mixed with sweat smeared on her chest awakened a carnal beast. Overwhelming desire flowed through her.

"Yes, please. Please! Give me your cum. Paint my tits with it." Tallulah lifted her hands to her breasts and pushed them together.

His dark eyes lit up. "That's better."

He grabbed her hand and guided it to his cock. With his fist tight around hers, it was only a few strokes before he was pulsing against her palm.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

She opened for him just before the first hot jet landed on her tongue. The next hit her chin. He pumped the remainder onto her chest. She was a sticky, disgusting mess by the time he was finished.

"What a good little slut you are."