Demon Lust 1: Psylocke (nc, bondage, anal, oral)
by Redvenom (redvenom_my@yahoo.com)

Author's Note: Needless to say, the infamous box of the story is
inspired by CLive Barker's Hellraiser series which while
interesting, could use a lot more sex...


CHAPTER 1: THE BOX

The raven-haired young woman ducked smoothly, allowing the lethal
weapon to pass harmlessly over her head. Even as she evaded the
attack of her robotic attacker, she was already moving, shifting
fluidly from defence to offense. Her supple arm shot up nudging
the weapon off-course, before her foot rocketed forward with a
power that belied her slender build. The impact was enough to
echo around the Danger Room as her attacker fell headless to a
vicious slash of her psychic blades that followed. The floor was
already cluttered with the fallen bodies of at least six other
attack droids. The victorious young woman stood still for long
moments, focusing and critically evaluating her own performance.
It was perfect, as usual.

Elizabeth Braddock, the young mutant known as Psylocke, and
member of the world-famous X-Men allowed herself a confident
smile as she moved into her warm-down routines. Her firm, full
breasts rose and fell beneath the tight blue material of her
costume as she breathed deeply and evenly, relaxing her muscles,
tense from the strain of combat. Sweat glistened on her face as
wiped herself off with a towel. As she removed her hairband, her
long, dark hair cascaded down her back almost to her slim waist.
Psylocke completed her shutdown of the Danger Room before heading
back to her room to get a shower.

***

Closing the door behind her, the young woman stripped off her
skintight costume, soaked with sweat from her exertions. Peeling
off her sodden bra and panties, she tossed them into a wicker
basket in the corner of the room before stepping into the shower
naked. Psylocke inhaled deeply as the icy cold spray hit her,
enjoying the feel of the invirogating water on her skin.

As she soaped herself under the spray, Psylocke felt her nipples
harden to stiff peaks. The young woman moved her hand lower, past
her taut, flat stomach to the mound at the apex of her thighs.
She moaned softly as her fingers played around at the fleshy
lips. Inside, she was already lubricating furiously. As usual,
she always felt sexually aroused after an intense training
session.

Pyslocke gasped as she slowly sank first one strong finger, then
two inside herself. Twisting as they parted the soft, pliant
walls of her vaginal passage, slick with her own warm juices. She
moaned as her long nails brushed over her clit, toying with the
sensitive flesh. The bar of soap fell to the wet floor forgotten
as Psylocke braced her other arm on the shower wall for support.
Soon, she was rocking in self-induced ecstasy, her insides
burning with need as the cold spray played over her naked form.

Lost in her pleasure, the raven-haired young woman worked her
fingers furiously, her sleek thighs trembling with her arousal.
Her knees felt weak as she shuddered involuntarily, finding
herself on the brink of her climax. Psylocke hissed through
clenched, perfect white teeth as she felt the familiar stirrings
inside her. Her every muscle taut, Psylocke jammed her fingers as
far inside herself as they would go, seeking release. With a cry,
Psylocke fell to the slippery floor as her legs buckled from hot
rush of orgasm rippling through her supple body. She lay
motionless for long moments, luxuriating in the hot glow of her
climax as the icy cold water continued its blissful spray.

***

As she dried herself after the shower, Psylocke took note of the
small brown package on her table. Delivered to the Mansion
yesterday while she was out, it bore no return address.
Intrigued, she scrabbled at the wrapping, unveiling a small,
ornate box wrapped carefully in musty leather. There were strange
insriptions engraved on all six faces, which she did not
recognize. As she examined the strange artifact, she felt a sharp
pain and saw blood on her finger. She had pricked herself on a
spiny protusion that didn't seem to have been there before.
Psylocke noticed several drops of her blood on the box, bright
red against the dull, cold metal. As she watched, the red spots
slowly shrank to nothingness, as if the box was absorbing it.
Drinking it, it seemed. Slightly alarmed, the young woman
hurriedly rewrapped the artifact before placing it carefuly in a
drawer, intending to bring it to the labs for a full analysis
later.

In the rush of the day, Psylocke forgot all about the box until
she was getting ready for bed. She retrieved the box from the
drawer, climbing onto her bed to study the strange artifact. In
the low light of her bedside lamp, the metal appeared to glow
softly. As she examined the metal faces, she noticed that several
of the protusions could be slid around, or turned, or pushed
inward, each one unique. Fascinated, the raven-haired mutant put
her full attention to examining the box. After some work, her
skilled fingers solved the tiny puzzles on 5 of the 6 faces, each
time being rewarded with a click. As she studied the final
puzzle, he felt a prickly sensation at the back of her neck.
Psylocke hesitated for several moments, until her curiousity won
out. With a satisfied smile, she worked the final puzzle. As she
heard the click, Pyslocke felt her skin grow cold suddenly.

She paused, all senses alert, unsure of what she had done. Wisps
of sickly red smoke appeared to be seeping out of the box. With a
terrible rush, she felt something enter her mind, probing her
consciousness. A cold and malevolent entity, its intentions alien
and unfathomable. Psylocke heard herself scream even as she
stumbled to raise her mental defenses, stunned by the suddeness
of the psychic attack. The pain in her head as the entity brushed
her psychic shields aside burrowing into her unprotected mind.

...And she felt herself falling... falling...

***

CHAPTER2 : PAIN & PLEASURE

Psylocke awoke on cold, clammy stone. She shook her head to
dispel the dizziness, then realized she was unable to move. As
her vision cleared, Psylocke realized she was no longer in her
room at the X-Mansion. She found herself naked and bound, lying
on her stomach over a roughly cut stone bench. Her legs dangled
over the edge of the stone so that her knees just touched the
dusty floor.

Psylocke looked all around her, seeing nothing but bare stone
walls so she turned her attention back to her bonds. Her wrists
were secured by tough leather straps so that her arms stretched
out before her. A collar around her neck was locked into an iron
ring on the stone. More straps went round her narrow waist,
locked to two more rings on either side of the stone. Psylocke
pulled on her restraints in frustration, hating the feel of being
helpless. Sweat beaded on her satiny skin as she strained every
well-toned muscle for several minutes to no effect. As she panted
from her efforts she soon realized she was not alone when she
felt the dust stir behind her. She noticed the swishing tail
first, as her captor rounded the stone bench to face her.

Psylocke found herself staring into the impossibly beautiful face
of a woman with eyes of emerald green. Her smooth skin was
coppery, almost mettalic. Fiery red hair spilled over her supple
shoulders to her narrow waist. Only her two small horns of bronze
whicb poked out from the top of her red mane hinted that she was
not human. That and the leathery batlike wings that sprouted from
her back. She was naked as well and Psylocke's eyes were drawn to
the neat triangle at the apex of her thighs, as flaming red as
her hair. Her captor studied Psylocke for long moments, taking in
every detail before she spoke directly to Psylocke's mind.

[You are Psylocke, a mutant of the weakling race of humans. Your
form is pleasing, for a mortal] The voice in her head as cold as
it was seductive.

"Who are you and what do you want with me, bitch?" Psylocke spat,
pulling at her bonds angrily.

[I am Glasya, succubus-consort of the Lord Maelfas, Price of
Lust. And you, mortal are in his realm, the third layer of the
infernal abyss]

A smile played over her demonic features as she continued, "You
have much spirit. You will be a welcome diversion for awhile.
Before we are done, you will know pleasures beyond mortal
imagining"

As she spoke, the succubus' arm shot out, faster than Psylocke
could react. The raven-haired woman grunted in pain as she felt
the sting of the slap on her face. Before she could recover, the
succubus had locked her fingers around Psylocke's jaw, forcing it
open. As her captive struggled against the vice-like grip, the
succubus produced a small vial in her other hand. The demonic
female uncapped the vial, tendrils of noxious vapour floating
from the dark, bubbling fluid inside.

With a cruel smile, the succubus dumped the entire contents into
Psylocke's open mouth. As she felt the unholy nectar burning
inside her mouth, Psylocke recoiled in terror, choking and
gagging, trying desperately to spit out the foul liquid. The
succubus was prepared for this, holding her mouth shut and
pinching her nose to force her captive to swallow. The
raven-haired mutant jerked and trashed about, straining
powerfully against the leather restraints.

As her vision dimmed and struggles grew more feeble from the lack
of oxygen, Psylocke felt her consciousness slip away. She could
feel the fiery liquid burning inside her as the first drops crept
down her throat, despite her efforts. In a last attempt to
preserve her life, her survival instincts kicked in. She
swallowed the foul liquid. When she did so, the demon relased her
hold. Psylocke drank in the air greedily, choking and gasping.

The potion worked quickly once inside her. Psylocke felt her skin
tingle, first cold then growing hotter as her body absorbed the
demonic ichor. Her breaths came in laboured gasps as her muscles
trembled involuntarily. The raven-haired woman felt her nipples
harden on her breasts, pressed painfully by her body weight
against the cold stone. Psylocke felt the dampness between her
legs and realized that she was lubricating furiously. She pressed
her thighs together powerfully, struggling to control her body.

"Wha.. What have you done to me?!" she gasped, unable to control
her rising arousal.

[A special tonic of the succubi. It frees the senses to
experience the pleasures of the flesh]

As she spoke, the demonic female produced several objects, one of
them Psylocke recognized as a ball-gag. Holding the raven-haired
mutant still, the succubus forced the soft rubber ball into her
mouth. Psylocke jerked her head from side to side, her long, dark
hair flailing about wildly as she tried to dislodge the gag. But
the succubus with her supernatural strength, held her head
immobile before securing the gag with its leather strap. As she
bit into the rubber ball in frustration, Psylocke saw the demonic
woman produce a short whip with 4 or 5 leather strips. She
shuddered when she noticed tiny spikes embedded in the leather,
gleaming in the low light of the cavern. Psylocke tried to
scream, which came out as a choked "Mmmmffffffffff!!!"

"UUUUMMMMMFFFFF!" she screamed in pain as she felt the first bite
of the leather whip across her naked back. She felt her eyes
tearing as another stroke bit into her exposed flesh, the tiny
spikes piercing her sweaty skin. And another. And another.

"Mmmmmffff! Ummmmmmfff! Uhhhhhffff!" she screamed, as the
succubus slashed the implement along her captive's exposed back
mercilessly.

Even as her body recoiled from the pain, Psylocke felt her
arousal increase as if her body was welcoming the pain. A slow
trail of saliva crept down her chin as she bit powerfully into
the ball gag, her body shaking with each blow that smashed across
her prone form. Psylocke threw her head back, beads of sweat
flying from her matted hair as the succubus slashed the whip
across the globes of her buttocks. Her knuckles were white as she
pulled desperately against the leather straps which held her
helpless as the white hot pain came and faded in maddening
repetition. With demonic stamina her captor flailed at the
defenceless Psylocke, raining blows on her back and buttocks. Her
once-perfect, satiny skin glowed a dull red from the abuse.

Inside Psylocke's head she heard the succubus whisper to her,
skillfully caressing her mind, even as her expert hands tortured
her body with the whip.

[...The pain is a pathway to pleasure, mortal. Soon you will not
know the difference.]

Her mind hazy from the pain, Psylocke almost fainted from the
unrelenting abuse. She found herself slipping into the twilight
between conciousness and unconsciousness, all thoughts hazy from
the intense pain. In a strange way Psylocke found herself longing
for the pain, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the next blow even
as the effects of the previous one was fading. And yet dreaded
it, as her muscles tensed with each impact, praying that the
hideous pain would stop. Her mind, clouded by the demonic brew
could no longer distinguish between pain and pleasure, one
sensation blending confusingly into the other.

[...You want the pain don't you? You will long for it... Waiting
for that delicious bite on your mortal skin...]

The raven-haired mutant moaned as she felt the sticky dampness
between her legs, the juices flowing freely down her smooth
thighs as she writhed about helplessly. Psylocke's full, firm
breasts were squashed painfully beneath her from the force of the
blows driving her body against the cold stone. Her erect nipples
rasped on the rough stone with each stroke, sending electric
thrills racing through her supple body. Soon, she was arching her
back to meet the whip, the pain drving her closer to the blessed
release of her climax.

The succubus slashed two quick blows across the heated flesh of
Psylocke's taut buttocks, seeing her captive moan and shudder in
unfeigned pleasure. Then, taking careful aim the demonic female
lashed the whip underhand, the leather snaking between Psylocke's
spread open thighs and biting into the exposed lips of her pussy.
Saliva spurted from around her ball gag in her mouth as Psylocke
screamed her orgasm, the exquisite blend of pain and pleasure
driving her over the edge.

"MMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFGGGGH!"

Psylocke felt her juices gush from her pussy as her vaginal walls
contracted in orgasmic spasm. The succubus continued flaying at
her as she writhed uncontrollably in her climax, each stroke of
the terrible whip adding to the mindblowing sensations. Moaning
incoherently, the raven-haired young woman jerked with each blow,
the pain increasing her pleasure tenfold. Incredibly, her orgasm
did not subside, and the tension in her body wound higher and
higher until Psylocke felt her whole body would tear apart. Her
full red lips slobbered over the ball-gag, saliva spilling out of
the side of her mouth, dripping down her delicate chin.

"Uhhhmmffff! Uhhhmmmmmmfff! Uhhhhhffff!" she wailed, her cries of
pain and pleasure rendered incoherent by the ball-gag.

Stepping quickly between her wildly kicking legs, the succubus
reversed her grip on the whip. With a lunge, the demonic female
thrust the implement upwards, jamming the handle deep into the
female mutant's pussy with one stroke. Psylocke reared like a
wounded deer as series of hoarse, choking cries were torn from
her throat. The succubus began drive the tough braided handle in
and out of Psylocke's sensitive flesh with increasing intensity.
In an orgasmic frenzy, the raven-haired woman trashed about
wildly, totally lost in her sexual pleasure. Her juices flowed
freely, soaking the handle and running down her sleek thighs.

Psylocke almost choked on her gag when she felt the succubus
stroking the deep crease between her taut buttocks, searching for
and finding her asshole. Her body tensed in anticipation as she
arched her buttocks upwards, presenting her most intimate opening
for what she knew was coming. Moaning in pleasure as one
long-nailed finger traced around the tight ring of muscle,
teasing her there. Psylocke hissed with delight as she felt the
exploring digit slowly probing inside the tight opening. The
succubus, sensing her captive on the brink of another climax,
drove her finger as deep into Psylocke's anal passage as it would
go, twisting it as it went in. With a long drawn out scream the
mutant female orgasmed violently, arching her back as she flung
her head back.

"OOOOOOUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFGGGGH!"

Saliva dribbled down her chin as Psylocke bit down on the rubber
ball inside her mouth, her bound form jerking and writhing
convulsively. A gout of her fluids gushed out of her abused
pussy, drenching the working hands of the succubus. Her demonic
captor continued the sexual assault, enjoying the sight of
Psylocke helplessly impaled upon the whip handle while a long
finger reamed her in the ass.

The raven-haired mutant lost count of her orgasms as the succubus
took her repeatedly, keeping in a constant state of arousal. To
her shame, her body responded eagerly, flailing and spraying
fluids against her tormentor. Each explosive climax blended into
the next, as the succubus skillfully used the whip, her fingers
and her tongue on the estatically moaning Psylocke. Until,
drifting on the edge of consciousness, Psylocke finally slumped
exhausted to the cold stone, now slick and stained damp from her
sweat and juices.


***

CHAPTER 3: DEMON RAPE

Hearing harsh voices in boisterous chatter around her, Rsylocke
moaned and stirred. She found herself in a large cavern, resting
on the exotic furs of some unknown beast. She was no longer bound
but there were ugly red-purple bruises on her wrists, neck and
hips where the leather straps had rubbed on her skin. The heat in
the room was stiffling, and a sheen of sweat gleamed on her naked
body. Still dizzy from the effects of her ordeal, Psylocke shook
her head, trying to clear her blurry vision. A velvety voice,
neither fully male nor female caressed her mind.

[Welcome to my realm, mortal]

As she rose, Psylocke noticed a large throne carved from black
obsidian set on a low dais at the end of the cavern. A huge man,
both lithe and muscular, sat on the throne appraising her with
eyes the color of fire. Psylocke realized that she was looking at
Maelfas, the Prince of Lust, demon ruler of the third layer of
the Abyss. He was demonically handsome, with cool blue skin and
wavy dark hair tinged with purple. She noticed that his ornate
brass armour was specially designed to provide ample room for the
huge batlike wings that sprouted from his back. On either side of
Lord Maelfas, on rich cushions sat several of his succubi
consorts, their snakelike tails twitching in amusement.

The demon lord sat silent as she looked around the great wall,
taking in the opulent furnishings. Sweetly scented vapours
drifted about in the heat provided by rows of blazing torches set
into the stone walls. Arrayed on either side of the wall stood a
row of dark-skinned demons, all eyeing her naked form with
undisguised lust. Psylocke looked back at Lord Maelfas, staring
intently at the glowing box dancing and spinning on his open
palm.

[A useful toy is it not?] the demon lord asked in her head.

"How did I come to be here?"

[You have opened the box. You are here of your own accord]

"And if I wish to leave?" she asked warily.

[Once opened, the box holds you in my realm for as long as the
night. The light of dawn dispels the portal, returning you to
whence you came. Hence the name, One Night. It was created by a
Seraphim mage in Syria in 1192 who wanted to experience pleasures
beyond compare. It amused me to humour him. It has changed hands
many times since then. You are the first mortal for five
centuries to open the box.]

"Your consort tortured me earlier..." she began.

[Yes and you enjoyed it. The mortal sensations of carnality are
my dominion. Here in the Plane of Lust, it amuses me to grant
mortals what they desire most.]

As he spoke in her mind, Psylocke saw the rows of demon soldiers
step forward. She readied herself in a fighting stance as the
ring of leering demons closed on her. Not waiting for the first
blow, she leaped forward, feinting before lashing out with well
practised kicks and hand strikes. She took down six of the demon
soldiers before the mass of grabbing hands subdued her. Her
beautiful face twisted in a snarl she fought them even then,
biting and kicking furiously. As she struggled, she heard the
velvety voice in her mind, taunting her.

[You may deny your desires even to yourself, Elizabeth Braddock,
but your darkest passions are an open book to me. You enjoy the
feeling of helplessness. Of not being in control. Of being a
victim. Gang raped by a horde of uncaring men. Secretly reveling
in the carnal pleasures as they took you forcefully.]

With a howl of despair, Psylocke realised that she was helpless
to prevent what was about to happen as they forced her onto her
hands and knees. Strong hands held her steady as one huge demon
positioned himself behind her. More hands pawed at her heaving
breasts, the claws scratching at her nipples and making her gasp
despite herself. She wept, salty tears trickling down her cheeks
as she felt her thighs forced apart, exposing her intimate flesh.
Huge clawed hands grasped her naked hips firmly as the demon
mounted her from behind. The raven-haired girl screamed in pain
and shock as the demon's huge ribbed cock speared into her
defenceless pussy in one powerful stroke.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Holding Psylocke's bucking hips steady, the demon took her
roughly, his huge cock forcing aside the tight walls of her
vaginal passage as it slid in and out of her. Deeper than any man
had ever had her. His claws drew blood where they raked the skin
of her hips, tiny droplets of red mingling with the sweat.
Moaning and wailing, Psylocke took his powerful thrusts
helplessly, the force of each brutal stroke making her full
breasts quiver and bounce.

"Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!" she gasped, to the delight of
the demonic horde who stamped their feet and roared in approval.

Psylocke's face burned with shame when she saw that several of
the watching demon soldiers had their cocks in their clawed
hands, pumping rapidly as they watched her being taken from
behind. Their beady red eyes locked onto her deliciously swaying
breasts, several of the watching demons pressed against her,
groping and mauling her body. The bestial smell and heat of their
furry bodies almost overwhelmed her as they pawed her in a frenzy
of lust. The female mutant shivered as she felt razor-sharp claws
scoring on her skin, realizing that she could be torn to shreds
if she resisted.

Psylocke moaned despite herself when exploring hands reached
under her body, cupping her dangling breasts. She tensed as claws
rasping over the sensitive peaks, then gasped in sudden arousal
as a rough tongue lapped wetly at her nipples. To her shame and
despair, her nipples rapidly hardened to painful stiffness.
Psylocke felt herself lubricating as her body responded
instinctively to the sexual stimulation. A feral grin on his
face, the demon fucking her grunted in pleasure as he felt her
passage grow slick with her fluids. "NO!" she thought in horror,
"I can't be enjoying this"

"Noooooooooooo!" Psylocke screamed, trying to deny her pleasure
even as she felt herself on the verge of her climax.

The female mutant bucked and struggled in vain as she shook with
the bull thrusts of the demon raping her. The strength and power
of his strokes took her breath away, the huge demon cock filling
every inch of her vaginal passage like no man ever had before.
Psylocke's lapsed in incoherence as her climax built up, crying
out in both helpless despair and mind-blowing pleasure. Trying
desperately to contain her growing arousal, she felt her rapist
tense as he pulled her body powerfully onto his cock, hilting
himself inside her. With a bestial roar, the demon climaxed, his
cock shooting demon-cum deep into her pussy. Feeling the hot
fluids spurting inside her, Psylocke came as well, screaming her
orgasm and thrusting her hips back against her demonic rapist.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Yesssssss! Yesssss! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Her orgasmic cries were drowned out by the watching horde who
shouted and roared in excitement at the sight of the human female
jerking in sexual rapture, impaled on a huge demon cock. The
demon held onto her as she trashed about, until he had completely
unloaded his diabolic seed inside her. As she slumped to the
ground, Psylocke felt her rapist withdraw his cock with a grunt.
A gout of thick demon cum spilled out of her abused pussy and
trickling down the back of her smooth thighs.

Gathering her strength, Psylocke sat up, her chest heaving as she
gasped for breath, totally overcome by the intense fucking she
had just experienced. The air was thick with the heady smell of
sweat and sex, making her head swim. The raven-haired mutant
stared at the excited horde gathered around her, realizing with a
thrill of fear that they were not going anywhere until they had
what they wanted. And what they wanted was her. Or more
accurately, her beautiful naked, sweaty body. Psylocke trembled
at the thought that she was going to be raped by all of them.

"My God!" she thought, "there must be fifty of them!"

The ring of leering demons closed on her, several of the largest
pushing the others aside for the honour of having the human
female first. Psylocke gasped as a huge demon with warty red skin
caught hold of her long hair, jerking her to face his enormous
cock. Hesitently, she reached for the monstrous member, her small
fist closing on the rock-hard demon flesh. With a moan of despair
and surrender, Psylocke opened her red-lipped mouth wide, taking
in the demon cock. Growling in approval, the demon grabbed her
head powerfully, forcing his implement deeper into her warm
mouth.

Choking and gasping, Psylocke serviced the demon expertly,
dragging her wet lips over the hard length with wet, slurping
sounds. Her eyes closed, she failed to spot another demon
slipping behind her, his fierce red eyes locked on her taut
buttocks. Her body trembled as she felt him mounting her, his
strong hands grasping her hips firmly. Tensing in anticipation as
his huge cock nosed about her dripping pussy, finding the hot,
wet entrance. The cock in her mouth muffled the raven-haired
mutant's delighted scream as the iron-hard member drove inside
her vaginal passage.

Lost in the delicious pleasure of her pussy walls being forced
apart, Psylocke thrust her buttocks back against the demon behind
her, impaling herself on the huge cock. Roaring in pleasure as
his cock sank to the hilt all the way inside her, the demon
fucked her in bestial fury. Taking a firm hold on her wildly
gyrating hips, he pistoned his glistening member in and out of
her powerfully each thrust bringing a muffled groan of pleasure
from Psylocke's wide open mouth.

Soon, her slender body was bucking erratically between the two
raging cocks, each thrust driving her against the other. She felt
more hands on her as the excited horde closed on her, unable to
contain their lusts from watching her double rape. Hard, muscled
bodies pressed against her... Sliding beneath her... Clawed hands
and wet tongues playing over her erect nipples... Mauling her
heaving breasts... Wicked teeth rasping over her clit, licking
and sucking at her dripping juices...

Psylocke abandoned all thoughts of resistance as her body
shudderred in complete surrender to her passions. Lost in her
pleasure, the raven-haired mutant barely felt bestial hands
parting her buttocks. Clawed fingers stroking the dark crease
bewtween them, finding the tight, winking anus. One thick finger
wormed its way past the tight ring of muscle, sinking to the
knuckle inside her forbidden orifice. The sensation of being
taken in the mouth, pussy and ass simultaneously drove her
passion over the edge as Psylocke howled her orgasm, her slender
body trashing about uncontrollably.

In the warm glow of her climax, the young mutant was only dimly
aware when the demons raping her spent themselves inside her. She
choked, gagging as the cock in her mouth pulsed and exploded, the
thick jets of hot demon cum filling her mouth. Cum spilled out of
the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin as she
desperately tried to swallow the demon seed. The demon behind
Psylocke soon came as well, grunting and attacking her fiercely
even as his cock erupted deep inside her. The second load of
demon cum splashing against the walls of her pussy made her cry
out, sending a droplets of saliva and thick demon seed spraying
from her cum-coated mouth and lips.

"Aeeeeeeaaaaeiiiiiihhhh!" she wailed, feeling another orgasm wash
over her, her pussy walls contracting and relaxing in violent
spasms, milking the demon cock dry.

As she slumped to the floor, now sticky with sweat, cum and her
juices, she felt more strong hands and bodies pressed against her
body. Another pair of hard cocks were pressed into her abused
orifices. Soon her body was rocking again between two more demons
who grunted in pleasure as they raped her. And just as before,
Psylocke submissively received the sexual abuse, moaning and
gushing fluids against her demon rapists. While her mind was
numbed from the shock of being forcefully taken by inhuman
monsters, her body did not care.

In a dazed haze of lust, the raven-haired mutant was raped again
and again by the frenzied horde in an orgy of demonic lust and
debauchery. Her countless orgasms blew her mind as they took her
repeatedly and simultaneously in every dripping orifice. In her
mouth. In her stretched-opened pussy. And finally, to her total
humiliation, in her ass as well. Lost in passion, Psylocke reared
and jammed her hips back against the anal assault, trying to
drive the invading cock deeper into her nether passage. Bestial
howls and her estatic cries echoed throughout the hall
unceasingly as the demon soldiers fucked the young mutant female
completely and in every way possible.

At last after several hours, the horde withdrew, all their
diabolic desires satiated. Psylocke was left lying on her
stomach, her body sweaty with exhaustion, sticky demon cum oozing
from her every orifice. Her once perfect, pale stainy skin was
now marred by numerous bruises and scratches seeping blood. Her
long dark hair was plastered to her face, matted with her sweat
and demon cum. Drying cum was caking on her red lips, and around
the openings of her pussy and anus. Beneath her, the floor was
slick with unholy fluids, both hers and that of her
demon-rapists.

On the raised throne, the demon-lord Maelfas who had watched the
entire proceedings unmoved, smiled slowly. It was time. The
intricate cube that had brought the human female here to the
Plane of Lust spun in the air above his hands. With a mental
command, the final puzzle unmade itself with mettalic whirrs and
clicks, before coming to rest in the demon-lord's palm. With a
flash, both the cube and the unmoving body of Psylocke vanished.

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