Untitled Short story part 8, (Potential Name: The Goddess Corrupting Devil)

Hey Guys,

Love the comments that I have gotten for the story, this is a unique style of writing that I have notice you all are enjoying. I personally find writing the same thing in the Next PoV from a slightly different angle a little odd, and it was a unique challenge, but I would love to hear more and more what you think as the story comes out. It will assist me if I decide to create a squeal in the future.

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PoV A Perfectionist Devil

Ah, so many choices, and I needed to make her love that big, delicious god meat between her legs. Although I knew now how she hid it, I still felt a little annoyed I did not know about such an amazing thing beforehand. 

Nope, I wanted her to have a full body, leg shaking, pussy erupting, cock erupting Ejaculations. I thought about it and started moving around my perfectly organized shack.

I had drawers for dildos, electric toys, vibrators, and all of what I could think of over these past four years that I could purchase. I even chatted with some in the community and got hand-me-downs. 

I know, gross.

But if you boil it, sanitize it to a degree that it nearly starts to melt. 

Then, it is perfectly acceptable, and the rest is your imagination.

And my imagination on things like that is perfectly acceptable.

Everything in this room has been disinfected, cleaned, and scrubbed, and if there was a single bacteria on it before I got it, I exterminated it.

With pride.

I even scrubbed the hell out of the new stuff.

I burnt off the hairs on the ropes and ENSURED that It would not hurt a bound human.

Then there was the equipment I made, which took much more time. My dad's tools helped a lot, and I made many of these whips by hand in my free time. 

So now I pulled out everything I wanted with practiced ease, knowing where everything was, and I grinned as I pulled out a small insertion Vibrator.

I pulled open the sounding equipment but changed my mind.

No, I will go to that if she doesn't start changing her mind about these things.

“W- What are you doing?” My broken-headed goddess asked.

“I told you, and I am not going to repeat myself again,” I sneered, looking at her perfect face. 

Then, I grabbed the clips, and it was time to start.

My goddess’s legs were still free, but that did not mean that she was free. I would use those free legs against her, and I stepped forward with two clips in my hand. “What are you doing?” the goddess asked, and I reached out with a clip between my fingers that I opened, and then the song began.

“AH~!” She cried out as the first clip pinched her nipple firmly, and I did not even give her a second to think as her cock throbbed before me. I clipped the other nipple, then her under breasts, each with a clip, then two more on either side of her nipple on the areola of the nipple. I grinned as I looked at it, and her breasts were heaving, “OH GOD, IT HURTS~! MASTER~!” She cried out, and my pussy dripped to her cries.

But I was only setting up, and she was already starting to cry.

My sensitive little goddess, you have so far to go to become the Succubus you are supposed to be.

I will be a good guiding hand.

“Don't worry, Goddess, your master here,” I cooed and cupped her cheek, which she pressed into. The caress seemed to calm her for a moment, but I was already withdrawing it, making her gasp.

I grabbed the vibrating blocks I brought over, picked up the string with hooks on it, and started to attach them to the clips. Two little squares a clip, and I turned them on as I did so.

“Ohhh~! AHHH~! PLEASE~! WHAT IS THIS~! MY BOOBS~! MY BOOBS~! OH GOD MY COCK IS THROBBING~!” My goddess started to cry out and shiver, and her breasts heaved as the squares flung around and hit each other, making the clips move her sensitive breast tissue. It was pinching around, sending even more pain through her sensitive breasts.

I watched her engorged cock, and it was hard, throbbing, and looking ready to destroy me.

Soon, you amazing beast. Soon, I will have you inside me, and I will destroy you.

I know you're looking forward to it!

I heard her screams and moans as her breasts were assaulted in all directions, and she shivered. The little squares would settle for a moment, and the increase of vibration from them vibrating against each other would shack her breasts and make them fly again. She danced to the beat, stepping forward with her legs only for her back to arch and hit the equipment again. 

It was amazing to watch, and my pussy gushed as I created a pool under me. I would need water soon if I wasn't careful. 

“Honey~! Be sure to take a break and drink water~! You know what the doctor said!” My mom cried out, and then I heard her open and closed the slot, and I was flushed with happiness.

My Goddess looked at the door with wide, stupefied eyes and then at me. I turned and opened the slot, knowing my mom wanted to know nothing about what was happening here. I grabbed the gallon jug of water she had prepared for me.

I smiled and knocked back a liter, knowing I had to stay hydrated.

“W- Who was that?”

“Your Future mother-in-law,” I told her with a grin, “Your Master's mother,” I added, and she shivered, but I walked back up and slapped her breast, and she started to dance again, and the vibrators made her squeal.

“Don't worry,” I said with a massive grin enjoying the show with her massive throbbing cock bobbing in front of me. “She thinks it was me on one of my large collections of dildos and fuck machines. We can hook you up to one of those later.”

“For now,” I grinned and grabbed the leather strap panties and undid the clasps before wrapping it around her waist and then down under her legs to the back to ensure the next part. Her floppy massive balls that came from nowhere looked perfect, and I could not wait to suck on them. They would be so amazing, and I knew it.

They had to; they were the Goddess’s balls, after all. I positioned the strap to not hurt her balls and to cross past her vaginal opening. I loved how I had to maneuver around the unexpected balls and thick meaty cock my goddess had. Then I got up and grabbed a five-inch long, two-inch thick vibrator and grinned as I looked at my goddess, who was shuddering and heaving, all concentrated on her breasts as she tried to escape with a cute dance that would do nothing but make it all the worse for her.

So beautiful!

She wasn't even paying attention to what I was doing, which was perfectly fine with me.

I crouched before her and pulled down the strap, and I pressed the tip against her vaginal canal and turned on the two features, and the goddess moaned as I pushed it inside her. Her pussy erupted suddenly, and I could not contain my giggle as I watched as it just erupted on its own. I put the leather strap in place to ensure it could not be pushed out and left it inside her.

The goddess’s cock was throbbing. Her body was writhing in place, and her breasts heaved. She danced around, bound by her wrists, and she pressed her legs against the wooden equipment and pushed. She desperately wanted to escape!

“Oh~! Ah~! WHAT IS THIS~! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME~!” My goddess cried out the charm of watching her experience this pleasure, which made me happier and happier. “Why Did I PEE!?” She suddenly exclaimed, and my mind blanked.

What? The goddess was dancing in place, and she moaned, and once again, she shuddered, and I was dumbfounded as she screamed, “OH GOD, I'M PISSING MYSELF!” She squirted all over the floor, and I realized something.

These were my goddess’s first two orgasms!

A shudder ran through me, and I stepped up to her and grabbed her cock, feeling it throb, and I looked into her eyes.

“You are doomed, Goddess. I will make a demon out of you.” I giggled, my excitement growing, and my pussy was gushing.

The Goddess did not stop dancing for me, but her eyes were trapped by my eyes, and I grinned as I watched her shiver.

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PoV A Dancing Goddess

What was wrong with me?

The devil was so happy in front of me doing her own thing that she would look at me to gauge whatever her insane mind came up with. For the nth time, I was questioning why things were moving in this direction. 

How did I put myself in this scenario?

As the tiny cute Devil moved around with purpose, more and more drawers opened and closed. She did not open them for more than a second and would then close the drawer. She knew what and where her items were in the drawer. It was like she knew exactly where every single item was in every drawer and pulled it out with precise movements. Her hands were moving before the drawer was even finished opening, and she was closing it just as fast. 

It was a true show in her memorization of the room layout around her.

She was familiar with this.

Extremely memorable. 

I thought she wanted to own me?

Did she do this with others?

She had to have for her to be this practiced in movement. 

“W- What are you doing?” I asked, trying to push aside the sudden growing jealousy for the other women she had played with.

“I told you, and I am not going to repeat myself again,” the Devil said, shortly annoyed. 

Then, she seemed to be finished preparing whatever it was that she was doing, and I tried to move away. My legs pressed against the strong wood behind me, and it would not allow me to escape; I shivered as she came closer and closer. Two clip-looking things are in her hand, with little round circles at the back. I did not like the look of them, and I tried to escape, but two unmoving restraints bound me, and then pain erupted in my right nipple, sending my thoughts out.

“AH~!” I cried out, and I had no chance as she continued and clipped my other nipple, and I cried out louder. Then the worst came: clip after clip attacked my breast, and I screamed, “Oh GOD, IT HURTS~! MASTER~!” 

My mind was all on my breasts, and I looked down and heaved my chest, trying to shake off the clips that ruthlessly stayed.

“Don't worry, Goddess, your master here,” The devil cooed and started to stroke my cheek, and I pressed into it.

Oh god!

Her hand was magic. It felt all the better with her touch. Her thumb caressed my cheek, and it was like all the pain muted itself, and it was only her gentle caress. 

How was she doing this to me?

Then it was gone, and I gasped as the pain returned, and I wanted to cry. 

SHE IS THE DEVIL!

STOP PLAYING WITH ME!

STOKE MY CHEEK! 

KISS ME!

I MISS THE KISSES~!

Then my breasts started to vibrate, and pain and pleasure hit my head, and my thoughts disappeared, and my body reacted. Something hung off the clips, and they were sending vibrations through me and my sensitive breasts. 

It hurt.

It felt good.

IT HURT AND FELT SO GOOD!

WHAT IS SHE DOING TO ME!

“Ohhh~! AHHH~! PLEASE~! WHAT IS THIS~! MY BOOBS~! MY BOOBS~! OH GOD MY COCK IS THROBBING~!” I cried, and I shivered. Breathing became harder, and each movement of my breath made whatever was happening to my breasts worse. I shivered and cried out more as my breasts were hit with more pleasure and pain.

It hurt!

IT FELT GOOD~!

I needed to get away from it.

I struggled and twisted and turned, trying to get whatever they were off my breasts.

The restraints on my arms held me in place ruthlessly and without care.

. 

“Honey~! Be sure to take a break and drink water~! You know what the doctor said!” A Sudden loud voice said, and I froze. My body froze, and the pain and pleasure of my boobs seemed to die down for the moment. Who was that?

Then I heard something open and shut and realized I might be losing my only chance to escape, so I cried out incomprehensibly. It was more of a moan as I could not think of what to say. I turned to the Devil as she smiled, walking over to the wall, and suddenly, it opened up.

A big jug of water, I assumed, was there, and the devil grinned and pulled it out and started to chug about a quarter of the jug in one go.

The Devil was flush, and she looked even happier. I shivered.

“W- Who was that?”

“Your Future mother-in-law,” The Devil informed me, “Your Master's mother,” 

I was dumbfounded.

We were going to get married?

I shivered, and my brain thought of me in a white dress, breasts tied up, gagged, bound with my arms behind my back and everything exposed. A whip was in her hand, and she guided me down the church aisle, and I shivered even more.

Then she slapped my breasts, and the image left my head as I cried out and started to try and knock the clips off as the things on them vibrated and clicked together, sending shocks of pleasure and pain through me. 

“Don't worry,” The devil continued with an insane grin, clearly enjoying herself to the fullest, “She thinks it was me on one of my large collections of dildos and fuck machines. We can hook you up to one of those later.”

Her words spun my head, and I did not understand what she meant.

What was this Devil talking about?

The pain and pleasure were making it impossible to think.

Cries escaped my lips, and I both loved and hated what was happening to me, and I thought I was going crazy.

“For now,” the Devil said suddenly, continuing with whatever crazy thought she had next. I did not know what she was doing as she grabbed things from somewhere.

I could not help it; I needed to move away from the vibrations and the pain sending my nerves on edge.

My mind was going crazy, and I moaned, cried, and wished for this to reach something.

I felt the Devil doing something to me, and I tried to tighten my legs, but the pain shot through me, and I jumped to try and get my breasts to stop hurting so much. They pulled down, and pain shot through my head once again, and I shivered. 

“OH GOD~! PLEASE~! DEVIL~! MASTER~! LISTEN TO ME~!” I begged and tried to escape the pleasure and pain.

Then something pressed under me, and I froze.

Something was pressing against my pussy!

OH GOD WHAT-

My brain was obliterated and sent to the far reaches of the universe, then back. 

It hit me like a truck, and I pissed myself.

It was a violent pleasure-filled piss that made my legs tremble, and my entire body shook, and I screamed like I had never screamed before. It felt SOOOO GOOD TO PISS MYSELF!

Why had I not done it before?

IT WAS MOVING INSIDE OF ME NOW~! OH GOD~!

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO~!

OH GOD~! SOMETHING IS COMING ~!

“Oh~! Ah~! WHAT IS THIS~! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME~!” I cried out, The pleasure hitting me harder and harder. I could not help but question reality. “Why Did I PEE!?” I exclaimed.

What was coming?

Something was coming?

Oh God~! What is this~!?

I- I- IT’S HERE~!

 “OH GOD, I'M PISSING MYSELF!” I pissed all over myself as I brought my legs together, and my cock throbbed as I felt myself pissing all over my balls.

What was happening?

Why did I piss myself?

The Devil walked up to me, giggling. “You are doomed, Goddess. I will make a demon out of you.”

I could not stop writing in place, trying to stop the constant onslaught of pleasure from my pussy and the pain and pleasure of my breasts.

What is happening to me~!?

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PoV A Worried Father

I sighed as I drove my truck up. Then I saw my daughter at her shack again, and I flinched.

God, I hated that shack. 

Every time I saw her there, I had the unfortunate knowledge to have a general idea of exactly what my daughter was doing. That damn Doctor, god bless him, was doing wonders for my daughter. Unfortunately, she was borderline pure insane. She was going to grow up to be some evil genius sex scientist.

She was obsessed with this one damn gymnast, and we could not keep her from going to her local tournaments and regional meets. I even made her ecstatic by bringing her to one of the national championships for her. My daughter was, for lack of a better word, her biggest Cult follower.

She had a fucking shrine in her room to her. 

She was a damn step away from getting human sacrifices for that damn gymnast.

Thank God she was winning. God forbid she was losing. I have no idea how my daughter would react if she started to lose suddenly. To make it worse, she was in the same school as the girl, which fed into her obsession. Her mother might not know, but I had gotten a couple of calls from the principal about our daughter worrying about a couple of the other students. If it was not for the fact that she was getting professional help, she would have been expelled.

Even if she never acted upon her obsession.

The Doctor said it was fine for her to obsess over someone, and many people do. 

Taylor Swift fans, Justin Beiber fans, and many, many more. She was just picking someone who was in closer proximity to her, and that was fine.

But god did it worry me.

If she was in that girl's cult, she would drink the cool-aid full of poison and then ask for more.

No, even worse.

She would steal the damn bowl full of coolaid.

I heard her mutterings and with her Hypersexuality and OCD? She would want to perfectly drink every drop and not leave a drop for anyone else. My daughter was borderline insane, and both her mother and I knew it. 

God forbid what would happen to that Gymnist if my daughter got her hands on her.

Even worse, if she got her to that damn shed or shack or whatever my wife and I were calling it these days.

But Damnnit! Bat shit, insane or not, I still loved her.

I pulled up to the Farmhouse, stepped out, and heard the screams I did not want to hear. They sounded a bit different from normal, and she seemed to be going at it even harder than normal. 

I hate that I knew that.

I remember the one time I almost barged in, found out what was happening, and retracted myself before she noticed me.

It was a horrifying memory.

Seeing your daughter take something that large and that fast.

Fuck.

I remembered it and stopped and pressed my head against the car, remembering the damn machine we bought for her that I caught her using. Do what the doctor said, acknowledge the memory, and move on.

That damn machine was pounding her with a four fucking inch black fucking Dildo, and it was going in and out of her like a fucking machine gun.

Her pussy was gushing all over the place, and she was delightfully screaming her pleasure.

What a goddamn mistake it was thinking she might have hurt herself.

I just wanted a normal fucking daughter. Instead, I got a daughter going to a fucking Ivy League school and was one of the top scorers of the entire damn nation. I had no idea how she was going to survive without her shack.

I only read a couple of pages of the damn essay she wrote to the university, and I had to stop.

I had no idea how she got accepted for that essay.

No, Get up and walk into the house.

The screams and cries filled the outside, and when I walked into the house, thankfully, the screams closed off as the door shut.

“You heard her,” my beautiful wife said, and I looked at her, seeing the perfectly cleaned house. It was like we did not even live in it.

“Of course, I fucking heard her,” I snapped, and my wife opened her arms, and I leaned down, and she hugged me. If I stood tall, she would be a foot off the ground, and I sighed in her embrace. 

“You are okay; we both know what the doctor said,” My beautiful wife said.

“It's just really bad today,” I sighed.

“She is screaming more than normal. I think she might have found a new toy that is sending her to new heights,” I flinched. “Sorry, I should not have said that.” My wife apologized, and I sighed.

“No, you're right. I still struggle with it. I wish we had an average daughter some days.”

“Same here, but why not try again?” 

I flushed, and I looked at my wife, who smiled. “What was only forty, and now she won't be able to corrupt them while they are still toddlers?”

“D- Did you give her water?” I stuttered out, excited.

“Of course, now how about you make me scream?”

I grabbed my wife, turned her around, and pulled down her pants roughly. I needed to forget.