Meat Puppet

Humans are too vocal.

Meg fought not to roll his eyes as Candi with an “I” not “y” was screeching approval at the top of her lungs as Meg thrust into the waitress. Shit, was Meg this vocal before the demon took over?

Blood red nails clawed bloody grooves on Sam’s back as Cindi went into what looked like death throes. See? This was way Meg preferred men. Less screaming, more fucking.

The tight, wet clench around his dick was pleasant enough, but the waitress’ roommates Chet and Gun—what the fuck kind of human name was that—were far better and listened to instruction very well. That was the only reason why it let Candi tie his hands back and fuck the little cotton candy puff. Meg wanted it harder, Gun pounded into Sam’s ass, hammering into Sam, driving him deeper to Candi, who in turn, dug her nails deeper into Sam’s bare back. Chet was just as obedient; hands fisting Sam’s hair, forcing his head up, ramming himself down Sam’s throat, faster and deeper each time Meg gave a choking approval.

“Oh yeah, baby! Take it in. all of it! Give it to me!” Candi rooted her roommates on to renew their assault on Sam so Sam’s cock would hammer in deeper into her.

If Meg could somehow remove this soft, rounded gnat of a human, this would be perfect.

The burn in his ass was growing. Maybe because Gun slicked his condom with Ben Gay. Scumbag thought poor little Sammy here would freak and chicken out; maybe thrash a little. But instead, Meg panted, ordering him to keep plying it, to dig harder into his rectum. Meg wanted to feel the burn; it was like hell but MUCH more fun.

Chet was choking Meg, something the demon thought no one could do. Candi’s roommate was both thick and long. He was determined to shove the whole thing in, but there was still a good two inches left as he thrust into Sam’s sweet mouth. And the guy was a fountain; Chet kept coming. The guy was always hard. Meg suspected whatever he popped in his mouth before had something to do it.

Meg couldn’t do anything with his hands bound. Gun’s dick in Sam’s ass forced him to enter Candi. The demon couldn’t move away because Chet’s member was doing its best to hammer Sam onto Gun’s dick.

Everything felt swollen or rubbed raw. Meg relished the feeling of being filled beyond capacity, fucked so hard, it could barely walk for hours. Sam’s body was sticky with Gun, Chet’s, and his cum. Candi’s friends thought they got an unwilling toy, but to their delighted surprise, Meg was taking every inch enthusiastically.

After Candi came—finally—Meg suggested another game.

“I’ll pretend I don’t want it,” Meg drawled. It opened Sam’s legs, exposing the still rigid cock. “But you know that I do.” Meg smiled with Sam’s dimples and lowered his voice. “I’ll even fight you.”

‘Oh Sammy…’ Meg called. ‘Come out, come out, wherever you are.’

The young hunter woke up groggily and looked up to find himself naked and bound, sitting on an unfamiliar bed, two very naked men in front of him.

The panicked cries were like music. Meg watched as Sam was flipped over, spanked with his own belt right on the anus, then the underside of his cock. Sam’s pained sobs brought smiles to the two men and Meg. Gun lashed out with the belt over and over.

Sam bucked under each blow. Sam’s cock was painfully hard, straining for release. The young hunter was horrified to see his body’s reaction, not realizing Meg had been priming his body for this.

The erection only served as encouragement because Gun crouched between Sam’s legs and forced in the narrow long neck of his beer bottle into Sam’s hole.

Sam screamed, tears blinding him to Chet crawling up to sit on his face, demanding Sam lick his hole. Gun was still twisting the bottle to see how deep he can make it go.

Meg chuckled as Sam writhed; forced to mouth anything Chet squeezed out of his ass. Gun lit the motel’s bathroom candle and watched as Sam cried out in agony at every drop of hot wax dripping down to his groin and inner thighs.

Sam couldn’t fight; he rocked helplessly, unable to avoid either man as they took turns sitting on his face, the bottle shoved in deep enough to break in Gun’s hands. Gun opted for his fist instead; pushing it in despite Sam’s pleas they were ripping him apart. What a baby. Meg knew they weren’t. It mentally chided Sam for overreacting, shrugging at Sam’s mind shouting, screaming for his brother; pain took over his confusion. All Sam could think of now is to make the pain stop.

They changed positions until Sam was on top of Chet’s back. Gun piled on top of Sam. Sam’s cock was hard enough to force his engorged penis into Chet, while Gun fucked him, pinning the boy between them. Sam screamed, kicking, sobbing as Gun’s huge cock thrust into him, forcing him deeper into Chet. Sam couldn’t understand why his penis stayed hard as his hips were grind against Chet’s ass. The two men encouraged him to come, praising him when the boy grew hard again. They moved slowly so Sam’s penis responded, then sped up to force the hunter to come. They all lay on the bed, Gun’s girth smothering Sam while Chet bucked and moaned about how Sam’s pretty cock was so responsive. Sam was sandwiched between them for hours while Meg watched.

The dildos came next in all sizes. Chet revealed their private staff and the two men made Sam sit on long hard pieces of phallus plastic, one by one until the largest one made Sam whimper out in pain. That one was pushed all the way in, them laughing as the wider flared base was brutally forced in as well and Sam arched his back in agony, the dildo moving in his ass. They taped his ass cheeks together so it wouldn’t slip out, jerked off the frightened young hunter, and then used the last toy. A cock ring that was so tight, Sam couldn’t come. His ass horribly full and stretched with the dildo, his penis clenched tight with the cock ring, they fucked Sam’s mouth again. They howled with laughter watching Sam twist and moaned among the bed sheets; confused to why he was so turned on, why he couldn’t come, not knowing each time he moved, the dildo moved against his prostate.

Sam was inadvertently raping himself, the dildo twisting inside him as he struggled harder, fisting the sheets as his body arched off the bed. Sam’s green eyes were huge; confused about the signals he was receiving. Tears continually streamed down his face as he could feel the trapped dildo move. He was frightened; his hips involuntarily humped the bed, babbling incoherently when the dildo inside him fucked harder onto his prostate, stretching the walls of his rectum as the plastic rotated inside him. Gun got tired of the noise Sam was making. He forced a huge ball gag between Sam’s lips, forcing the hunter to open his mouth wide enough his jaw ached.

When blood instead of cum trickled out of Sam’s cock, the two men reluctantly stopped. They didn’t remove the dildo however. Gun leaned down, licked off Sam’s tears and promised the trio would come back later to continue. They left Sam, bound, gagged, stuffed on both mouth and ass, writhing helplessly on the bed.

‘Having fun yet’ Meg taunted. It was unimpressed at the threats Sam threw at it inside his head. Like Sam could do any of that right now.

The motel door clicked and cracked open. A pock faced man hesitantly entered the room. He stopped short at Sam twisting frantically in the bed, screaming behind the ball gag for help. Shocked, the front desk clerk stood there before he blinked. A smile slowly formed, eyes dark with lust.

‘Oh Sammy,’ Meg cajoled.

Sam screamed as he felt himself flipped back to his stomach. A greasy cold hand touched his bare butt.

Meg laughed coldly as Sam screamed in denial.

‘Time to pay for your room, Sammy.’