A few words about this story. Some of you may recognize the basis for this story which I got from a comic of Satanika and Igrat . That story gave me the idea for this one. Other observant readers may notice a penile ability I adopted from the author Philip Jose Farmer, if they have read his onetime banned book.

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Any similarity between names, characters and places in this story are purely coincidental. This story is written solely
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To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

by

The Tailor

Outlined by the full moon she could see massive black wings plummeting towards her. She saw that these wings supported a gorgeous petit female form. As the being came closer she could also see that it was quite naked. She glanced down at herself and found that she was also naked, where was her costume. In that moment of distraction, the petit demoness was upon her hissing, spitting and snarling invectives. “Maid of Might you have dared enter my master’s domain and your mind, body and soul are ours now and for ever.” Supergirl tried to throw the demoness from her, but to her great shock and consternation found that even though she was much smaller than her, that the demoness was much more powerful than her and would not be thrown. The apparition thrust out it’s right hand and her long , curled, talon-like nails slashed across Supergirl’s breasts. There shouldn’t be a burning, stinging pain coming from her bleeding breasts. Wasn’t she invulnerable? Strong shapely legs wrapping around her naked thighs, taloned hands coming up under her arms and grasping her bleeding breasts, venomous talons piercing her turgid nipples. Blackness settled as the writhing, naked duo were enveloped by the demoness’s velvet wings. Supergirls last memory was of soft pouting lips at the base of her neck, needle like fangs breaking through her satin, now vulnerable skin, a moment of pleasure then complete blackness.

She sat bolt upright in bed, breasts heaving, golden hair matted and sweat soaked. She looked down and saw her costume in place, the bold “S” where it should be. She fell back onto her pillow in relief and said: “It was only a Dream!!!”

Suddenly a shadow passed over her and she sat bolt upright in bed as a cold, velvet voice said: “My dear Supergirl, if you think that was a dream, then this will be a nightmare. Take her my pet!” Supergirl tried to spin around, but was not nearly fast enough. She was only able to catch a glimpse of a skeletal apparition hovering behind her. Before it settled on her back. Skeletal hands were wrapping around her neck, little claws piercing her indestructible costume and sinking into her hips and a broad flat tail pushing up under her little red skirt, now at the waist band of her panties pushing further down and then insinuating itself between the cheeks of her ass. “ I, I can’t move” screamed the startled Supergirl. As she felt her once powerful body being held immobile by the creature on her back. “Ah, my little one is magic, one of your few weaknesses I believe” said the demoness as she walked smiling and confident out of the shadows of what was no longer a bedroom.
Only her eyes were able to move as she peered about a dark stygian cavern. Looking at the pale, exotically naked form of the demoness she asked: “ Who are you? Why are you doing this?” The demoness stood before her imprisoned form. She reached out and through the costume began rolling one of Supergirls nipples between thumb and forefinger. The sensation of someone’s unwanted hands on her body was a totally new experience for her. Many of her enemies may have dreamed of doing this, but out of fear of her great powers none had even attempted to treat her thus. This unfamiliar sensation of someone treating her so disdainfully sent shivers of excitement down her spine. She was finding her domination far more sensual than the fingers playing with her now erect nipple. A psychologist probably would have said she was suffering from repressed sexual desires. Even though she was a perfectly healthy young woman, she had never had sexual contact of any type. One of the reasons for her chastity was from a fear of the damage she would do to her partner if she lost control in the throws of sexual passion. Another reason, was from being trained by her sexually repressed cousin, his unnatural taboos about sex, had created in her a mind set such that she was unable to even think of masturbation “ I am Demonnia and while you dreamt you entered our realm and my Master sensed you. Many dreamers enter our realm but my master had seen none such as you and he desired to have you for his perverted pleasures.” She reached out and gently stroked the imprisoned girl’s neck, her talons tracing intricate little patterns around two tiny, burning puncture wounds. “He placed me in your dream where I was able to place, this my mark upon your neck. This mark allowed me to follow you back to the corporeal realm. Where as you can see and feel my magic was able to take you. We are now between realms where my powers are strong and yours are gone. Here is where I shall master you, making you a willing slave to all my many desires. This is as my Master wishes.”

Strain and heave though she might, Supergirl was unable to move. She could feel sweat beading up on her forehead as she struggled mightily but futilely, she could still not move. All of her vaunted powers seemed to have passed to the little creature on her back. Which held her in velvet bands of steel.

Standing in front of Supergirl, Demonnia continued massaging her breasts. She reached to the throat of the costume and inserted a talon. Sliding the talon down, the costume parted as though Demonnia was pulling down a zipper. Supergirls full, proud breasts sprang free, when released from their confinement. Suddenly exposed to the chill air her other nipple sprang erect, a twin of the one Demonnia had been so gently manipulating. Both now standing proud and erect and pointing into her tormentors eyes.. The demoness now reached up to her shoulders and slipped her costume down over her arms and let it drop to the cavern floor. Demonnia cupped one breast in her hand and returned to manipulating the now revealed nipple. She looked up to Supergirls face and stared at her full pouting red lips. Placing her other hand behind the maid’s blonde head she forced her head down until their lips met. The demonesses tongue flicked out and pressed against the tightly clamped lips. Supergirl felt the hand leave her breast and a talon trace its way down across her stomach. Stopping for a while to examine her belly button, then slowly proceed lower. The hand was now at the hem of her skirt and began to lift it and move it out of the way of the prize that waited here. A little gasp of pleasure escaped as the hand stroked the silky material of her panties and her lips parted with a quick inward gasp of pleasure. Immediately the demonesses tongue was filling her mouth. Fighting a quick little duel with her tongue then proceeding to explore. The lower hand continued to roam outside her shear little panties and Supergirl involuntarily started sucking on Demonnia’s tongue as it was withdrawn from her panting mouth and began flicking across her down turned face. Gently tracing its way down her throat licking and nibbling at the nape of her exposed neck. Down lower it traced a moist path onto the swollen white mound of her breast and gently engulfed a turgid nipple. A small tongue darting out and flicking back and forth across the captured nipple. Supergirl could feel needle sharp fangs piercing her nipple. A burning flush moved outwards from the tortured nipple, centering in her now trembling loins It was as though Demonnia had injected some sort of Eros drug into her nipple. The drug that was coursing through out her system was drastically reducing Supergirls resistance to the sensations that were so lovingly being bestowed upon her by her petit partner.

The demoness now knelt before the imprisoned girl and placed a cool hand on her inner thigh, just at the hem of her skirt. The creature on her back forced her to adjust her stance so that her legs were now slightly parted. Taking this as an invitation for further exploration, the cool fingers traced a path up her silken inner thigh. Coming to rest at her sheerly clad mound. These talented fingers began to trace the outline of her nether lips through her now dampening panties. Finally the last barrier was thrown down as the little blue strip of material was moved to one side, exposing the downy, blonde treasure to the further exploration. Another guttural moan of pleasure escaped her slightly parted lips as a black taloned finger slowly flicked bath and forth across the now rampant clitoris. Both of the demoness’s hands were now under her skirt resting on her hips and gripping her panties. She could feel her cheeks being exposed to the chill air as her panties were drawn slowly, slowly, so agonizingly slowly over her ass and down her legs until they fell to the floor and rested in a silken pool around her ankles.

“Lift your leg,” ordered the demoness. She tried to resist, but the creature on her back had complete control of her body and she could feel herself lifting one leg, replacing it then lifting the other leg. Then the demoness removed her panties and threw them into the corner. Standing naked except for her little red skirt and boots Supergirl felt more vulnerable than at any time in her young life. Demonnia stood and stepped back, looking at her aroused captive, “ Well you are beginning to respond very nicely my little one. But you must rest now. Food and drink will be provided to help you maintain your strength for the pleasures that await. You may roam at will through out these caverns, just remember that you are now vulnerable and I would hate it if you damaged the alabaster perfection of this body.” Supergirl stared in open mouth disbelief at the demoness not only because she was walking through one of the solid cavern walls, but because she was leaving her in this unfulfilled state of arousal. She stood there for a few moments trying to comprehend what had just happened to her. Clad only in her little red skirt she started to inspect her prison. Though still firmly attached to her back, the little creature seemed quite willing to allow her to tour about her new quarters. Her inspection revealed several more smaller caves, but no exit. One of the caves contained a small bathroom where she was able to clean her assaulted body. She found nothing that she could use as clothing and the demoness had removed the remains of her shredded costume. The last cave was wall to wall bed, covered in black satin sheets, with pulleys, cables and manacles adorning the walls and ceiling. Even though this silken torture chamber caused a new rush of fear to course through her body, the former Princess of Power sank into the cool embrace of these satin sheets, curling up into a fetal position and crying herself off to a troubled sleep.

Days passed with no return visit from her captor. The only way she could keep any track of time was through the regular appearance of food and drink and try though she might she never saw who or what brought the nourishment. She had some what overcome her discomfort at being only partially clad, and on her first awakening had made a second tour of her prison which only confirmed that there was no means of escape. Growing bored she spent most of her days lying on the enormous satin bed. While lying here she found she enjoyed the feel of the cool material on her exposed flesh and would often find her self day-dreaming of the return of Demonnia, and on several occasions had to force herself to stop from placing her fingers between her moist legs. She often dropped off to sleep with her unmoving hand clamped firmly between her moist thighs.

On awakening this morning she sensed that she was no longer alone and peering through sleep laden lashes she found the petit demoness standing near the foot of the bed. How long Demonnia had been there watching her sleep she didn’t know, but her intense stare had caused her to awaken. Looking down she realized that during her fitful sleep her skirt had ridden up over her thighs. Leaving her completely exposed to this woman’s salacious view. It was then that she realized the discomfort of being partially clad and on display. Blushing she started to rearrange her skirt. “Stop!” commanded the demoness. Supergirl felt the forgotten little creature re-exert its control and stop her in mid attempt. A flush of perverse excitement coursed through her as she was forced to lay there motionless and exposed to this wanton creatures view.

Slowly, sensuously Demonnia walked up to the bed and the prostrate maid. She sat beside her and leaned over and began flicking her tongue in and out of and around Supergirl’s ear. The demoness whispered, “Now your training begins. Position her for me my pet.” Unable to resist the creature on her back, the prostrate, sobbing girl could feel her knees bending as her legs raised and parted allowing full view and access to her blonde womanhood. The demoness slithered between her legs and lowered her head for a better view of Supergirl’s perfect blonde pussy. “Oh look your ready for me, how sweet.” It was true Supergirl could feel herself trembling, as a warm moistness flooded from her pussy. Demonnia now took the revealed clitoris and began pulling and twisting it with her claws. Under this evil woman’s not so gentle ministrations Supergirl’s clit sprang to attention. Now laying between her legs the demoness began tracing her finger up and down the lips of her pussy. For some reason the creature on her back was allowing her to retain control of her pussy and her super muscles were constricted with an effort to keep these marauding finger from gaining entrance. “Oh my dear little Supergirl, I am allowing you to retain this modicum of control so that when I enter you it will be because you wish me to not because you were forced.”Sobbing, No, No, I will never let this happen.” Supergirl redoubled what, in the recesses of her soul she realized were useless efforts to prevent this violation. Because with the sensation of these feathery light fingers moving up and down, then making another sudden assault on her hardened clit. She found her self-control slipping and finally a total loss of her control as she allowed no accepted the finger as it slipped inside her. She could feel the little creature return full control of her body to her, but she remained prostrate and subservient to the demoness as she felt a second and then a third finger enter her demanding cunt. Once inside the three fingers continued their gentle ministrations, while the other hand came into play and gentle manipulated her eager clit. This woman now leaned closer and pursing her lips began to breath a cool gentle breeze over her over heated pussy. Supergirl’s hips began to move, slowly at first but gradually, catching up to the incessant rhythm of these knowing fingers. As her passion rose, she suddenly felt a sharp, excruciating, sensuous pain as the razor like talons on the fingers inside her made little slashes deep inside her velvet channel. “See Supergirl there can also be great pleasure in pain.” She sobbed out loud with the loss, when she felt those fingers removed from deep inside her and when the other talented finger stopped its clitoral ministrations. She again sobbed, but with pleasure and her hips arched to meet the warm willing mouth that now enveloped her wanting clit. The demoness began vibrating her tongue rapidly back and forth across Supergirls engorged clitoris. Supergirls body began to tremble and she could almost feel it hum as her hips pulsed in rhythm to the demonic tongue. Demonnia now started sucking the pulsing clit deeper into her mouth and began piercing it almost tenderly with her tiny needle like teeth. Unable to control herself any longer, Supergirl could feel wave after wave of passion flood through her wildly out of control and disobedient body. Totally spent and exhausted the maid fell back into the cool embrace of the satin sheets. Her last memory was of Demonnia saying, “You’re learning.” Then blackness as her over heated mind and body shut down.

Upon awakening, Supergirl looked for her delightful torturer but to no avail as there was no sign of her. Just a plate of fresh fruit, a pitcher of water, and scented cloths and towels with which to clean herself after the demonesses gentle ministrations. After her welcome meal and bath she was again able to roam through out the caverns. But as the days stretched on she would find herself laying in the big empty bed no longer fearing the woman’s return, but praying for it.

Upon awakening she sensed the demoness had returned. Looking down she noticed that she was again exposed. This time there was no attempt at modesty, in fact she somewhat wantonly thrust her hips forward to create a better view.”Oh, perfect. I do so love a willing student,” purred the demoness. “Place her on her hands and knees,” she commanded the little creature. “We must continue your lessons. Today you will learn to give as well as receive pleasure.” Supergirl was unsure wether she positioned herself because of the pressure of the little creature or because of her own desire to be again ministered to by this talented woman. But she was fully aware that there was no resistance as she positioned herself on her hands and knees and spread her legs. With a little chortle of pleasure, Demonnia slithered under her prey. Positioning herself so that she was staring up at the waiting blonde snatch, while her naked, pale slit was presented to Supergirl’s bemused gaze. The little creature forced her to push her face between the demonesses pale thighs, while she willing lowered her pussy onto the upturned face. Unsure of what was expected of her, she just rested her head against the pale thigh while she stared into the glistening depths. She gave a little buck of pleasure as she felt that magic tongue flick across her moistening lips, then maddingly nothing more. Desperately wanting Demonnia to continue her ministrations of her now awakening needs, she tentatively pushed her tongue out and licked along the bald slit. Immediately the tongue returned to her pussy and teased around her waiting clit. She stopped what she was doing, content to lay here and enjoy being pleasured, but Demonnia again stopped and waited. More eagerly her tongue returned and began dueling with the stiff little clit before her. Supergirl could hear the demoness almost purring as she returned to giving her captive pleasure. Unbelievably she was also deriving pleasure from the taste of this woman on her tongue, as she forced her tongue deeper and deeper into its moist depths. She was also getting pleasure from the fact that this was such a forbidden act, and that she was carrying it out willingly no enthusiastically. God, if Superman could see her relishing to drink of this sweet nectar from such a forbidden cup. She was sure he would disown her. But she couldn’t stop as with increasing abandon she continued feasting on this delicious, yes think it, this delicious CUNT. She could feel Demonnia tensing and beginning to tremble as she forced her face farther up into Supergirl, while abruptly raising her hips and sending a flood of female juices spilling into Supergirl’s waiting mouth as orgasm upon orgasm ripped through her diminutive form. Then Supergirl was also thrilling to her own repeated orgasms as she filled the demonesses mouth with her own pleasure fluids. Clinging to each other while the cavern echoed to their twin screams of joy. Finally melting into each other as the each surrendered, to the sensuous sensations. Supergirl rolled off her friend and lay on her back panting while love juice trickled down her cheeks and into her hair. As she drifted off to sleep she heard her friend say: “What a very talented and eager student you have become.”

When she awoke she was again alone and suddenly she realized she was completely alone. There was no little creature attached to her back. Groggily she made her way to the bathroom, cleaned herself up and made her way back to bed, to a deep, peaceful and untroubled sleep.

Again time passed much the same for Supergirl as it had during the demoness’s other absences. The only difference being in the eagerness with which she awaited her lovers return.

She awoke to feel her lover’s gaze upon her naked body, with the removal of the little creature Supergirl had also removed her skirt. Almost as though she was proclaiming her subservience to Demonnia. Supergirl jumped up and ran to embrace Demonnia and kiss her on her parted lips. She it was who was first to thrust her tongue into the demonesses mouth past those sharply pointed teeth, to search, to taste, to worship. Raising her head from the sweetly smiling mouth she asked, “Why have you released me from your creatures grasp?” “Look at you, you know you no longer need such restraints. You are now my willing possession. Besides this will allow your powers to return so shall we say we can enjoy more strenuous pleasures. But that is for when your powers return. Today you will learn to give pleasure without expecting a return. Now if you would please lay down.” With a girlish little giggle, Supergirl happily threw herself on the bed and lay there expectantly awaiting what was to come next.

Demonnia swayed up to the bed and threw a petit leg over the supine girl and straddled her waist. “Look Supergirl here’s a little trick I learned that I think you are going to love.” She watched in horrified wonder as Demonnia reached between her own thighs and took hold of what should have been her clit and pulled. The demonesses clit started to stretch. First into a replica of a small penis, but it didn’t stop and continued growing until there was all of 12" of meat swinging between her legs. Looking into Supergirl’s dilated eyes the demoness said: “and what shall I do with this?” Slowly she leaned forward and began pushing her penis between Supergirls breasts, until the purple head was resting on her chin. Shaking her head back and forth, Supergirl tried to refuse what she was seeing. The exquisite pleasures of female sex that Demonnia had taught her was one thing, she enjoyed it, NO she loved it, wanted it, needed it, but all this maleness pushing towards her mouth. This she was sure she was not going to enjoy. “Go on! You know you want to” purred the demoness. Hypnotized like a mouse before a cobra, Supergirl’s tongue slowly, reluctantly came out and began to lick Demonnia’s penis. Surprisingly she found her self enjoying the sweet, musky taste. She slowly licked around the head of the cock. Forming her mouth into a sensuous “O”, she slowly drew the throbbing cock into her mouth. She slowly began to slide her lips up and down the cock, while sucking and flicking her tongue all around the glands at the head of Demonnia’s cock. Demonnia’s hips began to slowly move in time to the ministrations being performed on her. She leaned forward and reached up and entwined her hands in Supergirl’s blonde tresses. Moaning as she became more agitated, she suddenly, violently pulled Supergirl’s head down and forced the full length of her penis down Supergirl’s throat. “C’mon super-slut, suck harder. You know you love it,” snarled the demonesses in the throws of her own passion. Her mouth and throat stretched to near bursting and trying to breath through her nose, Supergirl began sucking with all the force she could muster. While her head was being rammed up and down on this woman’s sex maddened pole. She began to feel little electric tingles coming from the thrusting penis. The tingles kept increasing in intensity and were causing erotic shivers to course down her straining throat. But these tingles were just a prelude to the burning salty flood that was released down her throat. The burning ejaculant, flooded her mouth and down her throat far faster than she could manage to swallow and overflowed her mouth and poured burning down her chin and onto her breasts. “Aaahh!! So fucking good my little cock-sucker. I am overwhelmed by your talent.” She slowly withdrew her still engorged penis, allowing the last of the ejaculant to spurt all over Supergirl’s face. Swallowing the remaining ejaculant, Supergirl raised a trembling hand and wiped cum from her eyes and face. Surprisingly she had enjoyed performing such ministrations for her lover. The rubbery feel of that dick in her mouth, the salty taste of the cum and the trembles of pleasure she had given her demonic lover all seemed to join together and give her pleasure. Even the coarse language from Demonnia gave her a perverted pleasure. Demonnia leaned forward and licked the remaining cum from Supergirl’s face, then after a quickly bestowed kiss, stood and said: “ You learn faster than any of my former slaves and are quickly becoming my favorite.” Then she was gone. A flush of pleasure suffused Supergirl at this praise from her mistress. She jumped up and quickly flew to the bathroom. Flew? Yes her powers were returning. She could feel her great strength returning to her body.

Her waiting period was much shorter this time. Supergirl had bathed and eaten and taken what seemed to be only a short nap when her mistress returned. When she saw Demonnia’s form pass through the cavern walls and in to the bedroom, she leapt up from the bed and flew to the demoness. Gently she picked her mistress up and with little murmurs of joy she flew her to their bed. “So eager, so eager. I love such eagerness in my pets,” cooed the laughing demoness. “What, please oh what do I learn today?” the slave chirped. “Today you start to learn the beauty of pain.” She was unsure as to wether she wanted to learn about pain, but so far all of her mistress teachings had proven to be delightful and she was ready and willing to do whatever her mistress commanded. “What do I do?” “Kneel before me,” was the command. “Now down on your elbows.” So she voluntarily placed herself, with her legs spread and her ass presented to Demonnia’s again rampant penis. Demonnia lowered herself onto her prey’s back, and clamped her taloned feet on to the calves of Supergirl’s legs, placed her hands on the girl’s hips and began to draw her body back towards the moment of insertion. She prepared herself for the entry of her already moist pussy. But to her dismay Supergirl could feel the still erect penis rubbing against her tight, virginal, little annus. Suddenly, with all the demoness’s dark power behind it, the moist, cum dripping penis was plunged to the hilt into her protesting annus. With a blood curdling scream Supergirl reared up, trying to throw the petit female off of her back and to keep this immense penis from ripping her more. With her now fully returned powers she sprang into the air and flew carreningly about the caverns. But no mater how she twisted and turned in flight she was unable to dislodge the petit form that was ravaging her.

Demonnia held on as though she was a bareback champ and this was her golden filly. Twisting her hands into Supergirl’s hair she slowly forced the girls head back and started steering her back to the bed and her with taloned feet clamped onto her wildly thrashing legs she forced her back down to a kneeling position in the centre of the bed. Using her satanic strength she held the screaming girl immobile. She slowly withdrew her penis from the trembling anus until only the head remained within. Supergirl could feel the demoness tense and again thrust forward with all her might plunging into her straining bum. Again and again screams of pain and panic echoed through the caverns. Again she could feel the penis being withdrawn, the demoness’s hips tense and thrust forward as she plunged deeper into the struggling girl, followed by another blood curdling scream, and more useless struggles as she was easily held down. Struggle and fight as she would with all her vaunted power she was unable to shake her petit mistress from her back or to slow the attack in any manner. So it continued withdraw, plunge deeper, scream, struggle until it was finally buried to its full length and the demoness’s hips rested against her trembling ass cheeks. Then blessed relief as the demoness quit moving and allowed her penis to remain unmoving but filling the maid’s anus. Slowly she stopped trembling as she lay under her unmoving mistress, and began to become accustomed to the presence, although the muscles of her ass kept clenching and unclenching as though she was trying to void her bowels. She noticed that the penis was giving off those ecstatic electric sensations again, and despite her fear she was again reacting to this pleasurable stimuli. The twin sensations of being stuffed and the electric tingles were starting to arouse her and when the penis began to move slowly in and out she found that her hips began to rock in rhythm to her penetration. The demoness slowly increased the pace until she was driving in and out of the wildly gyrating ass with all her magical might. As the pace increased Supergirl was unable to distinguish between the pain and those ecstatic tingles, was it the pain or the pleasure that was causing her to react so forcefully.“I’m tingling screamed the wildly cumming Maid of Might” as her body forced her mind into a state of ecstasy from the twin stimuli.

Supergirl lay screaming and moaning in a pool of blood, sweat and cum. “Oh please, please Demonnia more, more. I must have more of you. I want you inside me, deep, deep inside me.” “No, No my little one. That I cannot do. Your training is now complete and your pussy is reserved for my MASTER. He who is master of Hell shall be your first, He it is who shall deflower you. Now is the time MASTER she is ready for your touch.”

As Demonnia uttered these words the cavern became breath takingly cold, and the walls began to glow and shimmer. Furred goat like legs appeared, soon a seven foot monster was revealed. Lower torso furred and shaped like a hugely muscled goat, with its hips wrapped by a midnight black loincloth. The upper torso was that of a heavily muscled man, with a beatifically beautiful face, a long mane of blue black hair flowing down its back. All this was crowned by an enormous set of black ram’s horns curling out of its forehead. “Ah see, Supergirl my master is here and your introduction to dark bliss is about to be completed.” “To me Demonnia,” roared the dark angel. The demoness leapt to her feet and ran coming to a sliding halt on her knees at her masters feet. “Good Demonnia, as always your work is excellent. Together you and I shall complete her tutelage in the dark mysteries of subservience.” Demonnia reached under the loincloth and produced his enormous penis to Supergirl’s bemused stare. Slowly she was able to force the glistening head past her lips as she joyfully paid homage to her liege. Reluctantly she removed it from her mouth and again reached under the loincloth. As she produced a second equally enormous penis she said: “Look Supergirl, two. We shall both receive pleasure this night.”

“Place yourself under her Demonnia and prepare her for me.” “With pleasure great lord,” said Demonnia as she lay down and pulled the bemused and unresisting Supergirl on top of her. Supergirl was placed so that she was laying back against the demoness and facing the dark lord. Demonnia forced Supergirl’s legs apart and once again forced her penis into her stretched and aching anus. Reaching around she sank her razor sharp talons into those proudly jutting breasts, with her clawed feet she grasped the maid’s ankles and forced her legs to remain open and inviting. As the demoness held on the force of her grip caused little beads of blood to bead up under her talons as they pierced firm breast flesh. That demonic penis was again emitting those pleasurable tingles and Supergirl could again feel herself reacting to the twin sensations of pleasure and pain.

The daemon strode up to the two erotically writhing women bent and picked the two joined women up. “Look,” snarled the daemon “Supergirl, one for Demonnia and one for you.” “No!! No!! Noooo!!” screamed the now struggling girl, “they’re too large, they’ll rip me apart, an- an- and they’re alive.” Now that he was up close she could see that because of his gigantic frame she had been deceived as to the penises true size, “my god they must be at least twenty inches long, and the girth why they must have a diameter of five or even six inches, impossible,” she thought. Also she could now see that they were writhing and twisting about each other like snakes. “Oh yes, yes my little Supergirl one is for you and it is eagerly ready to crawl and slither up inside you.” he pulled the two co-joined women to him and forced himself into Demonnia whom Supergirl could feel gasp and squirm with pleasure as inch by inch the writhing penis worked it’s way further and further inside her. She could feel the demoness’s hot breath coming in rapid short bursts on her neck as Demonnia was lost in a delirium of pleasure. Now she trembled partly in fear but if she was honest with herself also with anticipation as her turn approached. Then the second one was placed at the entrance of her virginal, vaginal entrance. She could feel it questing and pushing about her entrance and then it was forcing itself against her nether lips and slowly relentlessly forcing them apart. Slowly it squirmed its way in, forcing her lips further and further apart. She was sure that had Demonnia not already aroused her to such a state of lubrication and readiness she would have been split in two. Almost like a real snake she could feel ripples running its length as it crawled farther and farther in. Slowly, slowly she was able to accept all its mighty length and breadth inside her. Once it was firmly ensconced to the very depths of her being the daemon no longer moved his hips but stood stock still, holding the two impaled women. But even though the daemon was no longer moving, she begin to feel the most thrillingly, erotic pleasures, as though a small forked tongue had emerged from the snake penis and began to flick, tickle and lick deep within in her canal. Then to her shock and immense pleasure a small mouth opened at the base of the penis and began to suckle on her swollen clitoris. Never did the penis slide in and out it just continued to ripple and to pulse in rhythm with the greedy mouth and flicking tongue. Unable to resist the twin violations of her tortured body she surrendered to the sensations and found her self mentally thrust over the cliff of sanity as she convulsed through orgasm after orgasm, until she finally plunged into a delirium of passion and blessedly(maybe) passed out.

She came to finally, to find herself laying in a pool of her own juices intermixed with demoness and daemon cum. As she groggily looked about she could see the pair walking off hand in hand as the caverns slowly faded away and her bedroom began to solidify around her. The last she heard was the daemon saying: “that was fun, why don’t we go to Paradise Island and see what Wonder Woman is up to?”

She awoke in her own bed to the pure, radiant feel of the warm sun beating through her window. “What a dream I had,” she thought. Then looking down at her bare breast she noticed the little bead of dried blood. “Oh god,” her thoughts wailed, “please let it have been a dream. Should I contact and warn Wonder Woman she mused. No I think she will enjoy her lessons”. She blissfully returned to her sleep hoping for more lessons of her own.