Chapter Six
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Chapter Six
Submission Progression Three
Helpless as I am
And deprived of lovin'
I often dream of an evil coven
Like Dracula’s many vampiresses
But these more subtle succubae
That cohere about me late at night
Clad in only their unkempt tresses
Are interested in both more and less
Than the usual Gothic bloody mess
Drawn by the exceedingly desperate depth
Of my despairing crippled loneliness
At least dozen of them come together
To take any sustenance whatsoever
From my paltry faulty flesh
As sinuous as twining snakes
Multiple arms and limber legs
Wrap about me, undressing
Sensuously caressing
Silkily stroking
Firmly holding
Securely enfolding
And then looming up unbearably near
Dozens of succulent breasts appear
Swaying, jiggling, pressing, yielding
Some so mammoth they tumble unwieldy
Others small and beautifully round
Fresh and sweet as peaches on the bough
Still more pointy, horny, saucy upjutters
Endlessly unique shapes and sizes in udders
They twist and grind and compress against me
Distended red n*****s scraping gently
Bracketing my face
Slapping my cheeks
Pushing through my lips
Those glorious glands and duct-filled tips
Seem almost intended to distract me
From the lips and tongues and teeth attacking
My helpless stretched out body bare
Even down there
Especially down there!
Multiple mouths compete
Over every inch of straining meat
Until at last the most demanding swallows it all
Second prize are the throbbing balls
These, too, are quickly engulfed
And both subjected to the most enthralling
Appalling
Unstoppable
Irresistible
Assault
Then inevitably the benevolence falters
The tangle of limbs enfolding me alters
Gradually evolving from gentle caressers
To ever more cruel and dominant possessors
Restraining me like shackling chains
They draw me out taut all fraught with pain
While the hungrily urgently battening mouths
Pull me further and further and further out
With their maddening
Increasingly
Insistent
Suction
Then the gently probing thumb
Formerly just teasing my puckering bung
Pushes its way painfully far inside
Ignoring my body's involuntary writhe
Pressing down hard on the vulnerable prostate
Clinically determined to properly stimulate
The most extensive, comprehensive draining possible
The sensation is diabolical
But then coherent thought shuts off
When the n*****s and breasts are brusquely withdrawn
From my sloppily slavering and suckling jaws
Make way for us!
Cry a dozen sets of cunt and clitoris
And the first pair of lowering thighs splits wide
Settling its center down firmly astride
They close up tight about my helpless face
Holding me down properly in my appropriate place
And somehow that first cunt sucks in my tongue
Pulling
Pulling
Pulling it up
With that same insane persistence
As those powerful lower mouths slaughtering my resistance
And soon a tripartite syncopated rhythm is begun
Humping my tongue
Pressing into my bung
And slowly, powerfully, ever more strong
Pumping and sucking on my engulfed balls and dong
Pulled out taut in seven different directions
Bereft of even the most minimal protections
I quiver on the rack of my ecstasy
Until finally the coven is finished with me
When their orgasms galore have slathered my face
And that constant intrusion into my most secret place
Has left me feeling all sore and bruised and taken
Weak and used and then contemptuously forsaken
Then that probing thumb and pumping suction
That rudely humping cunt and the whole elaborate production
At last fall in sync and work skillfully together
Relentlessly accelerating to induce an extravagant splatter
One so wrenchingly emptying and unnaturally prolonged
That as it wracks me my wildly shuddering prong
Seems to be expelling my consciousness with it right along
Boiling up out of the balls
Shooting though the tube
Flung up and out
Only to be vacuumed down
Deep into the gullet
Of that most voracious succubus
Goes my last
Trembling
Gasping
Flickering
Thought
- Writer
