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"Get... get off me..." I whimpered, as he pulled my shirt off.

"Get off on you? Suuuuuuure..." he purred, prodding his slimy penis against my back, and lifting the neck of my shirt over my hair. He tossed it aside in the corner of the room, and started working on my bra straps.

The rod of flesh dripped precum down my ass... a promise of things to come, if I didn't--

Run!

My body screamed at me. That's right... I could still run. But where? My back was at the door... and he was behind my back.

I glanced around the room, looking for an escape route... the window. I'd opened it to let in a breeze--if I could get to it, I'd break down the flyscreen and run.

I got up, as he slipped my bra off, and he grabbed my leg. His hand was all rough and prickly haired, and padded, and I could feel those claws getting ready to dig into my skin--

"GET OFF!" I yelled, kicking at him wildly. Surprising him with my sudden resistance, I managed to break free. He

lifted his head and revealed his curled black lips. He was panting, making an expression that seemed like amusement.

"Really now. You only had to ask once."

...and then he stood, and began stroking himself through his sheathe.

"What are you doing?" I asked, confused.

"Oh yeah, that's it!"

His pecker drew fully from its sheathe, crooked up, and tipped in a tear-shaped head--the point of it aimed at me.

"Stop it! What the hell?!" I asked, backing a step away.

He stepped closer, masturbating.

"Oh goddamn yes, you're so hot, you little slut!" he cried, mocking me.

"STOP IT!" I shouted. "HELP, SOMEONE!"

A knot swole from the base of his girth--two tightened orbs of blood engorged tissue forming, as he began stroking harder and faster.

"Ahhh, more! More fear! Admire it, quail before it--you know you want it!" he said, taking another stride toward me, on his back legs. What had stood at most four or five inches long had begun distending, thickening and stretching, into a foot-long monster.

"No... NO, don't touch me with that thing! I screamed, turning and springing onto my bed--trying to punch in the bug screen in the window, and making little more than a ragged hole, as he lurched toward me dribbling from his girth.

Damn these things are sturdy, I cringed. I felt for the latches, to try and take it off manually, instead!

Cmon, cmon--

THWAP!

Something hit me in the back of my shoulders like a pitched softball. Something that splattered with force, and knocked me down, and soaked me in arousing warmth!

My head hit the windowsill, and I blacked out, just as I realized what it was he'd hit me with...

No way...

* * *

Splurt.

"Wake upppp!"

SPLORT!

I shook my head, as I realized I'd been tied up. Then I realized what I'd been tied up 'in', and screamed, as he jacked more of it off onto my naked body.

It was man-cum... entire, arm-thick ropes of it, mixed thick with long, fibrous red hairs, wrapped and undulated snakishly around my arms, ankles, and thighs. There was no explanation for the sturdiness of the objects--hot, sticky, rank ropes, that bound me to my bed.

I tried to squirm free, but something caught between my legs, and prodded up my vajay-jay, until finally, the stimulation was so much that I tensed fearfully, lest I cum. I was scared what would happen, if I did.

Only at that moment, as he breathed on my face, did I realize... it was his finger in me.

"Now then." he cackled maniacally. "Now that I have you where I want you... do you want to know what I'm going to do...?"

I was about to answer... when I heard the muffled noise of the front door creaking open.

Oh god, Damien's home. I hope he's got his bat from practice.

But the demon fox cackled, perking his ears. "Heheh... You hear that little girl? That's the sound of another hapless victim. Now tell me who it is."

Crap, Damien's not prepared for a freak like this, weapon or not. I can't let him stumble in here and get trapped in this freakshow.

"I don't know." I lied, trying to turn my head away. He caught my face in his clawed hands, and stared into my eyes.

"Liar!" he hissed bemusedly. It's someone important to you, isn't it, you spicy little cunt?! Oh, we'll just have to find out though, won't we?"

I gave the demon the most hateful leer I'd ever made.

"Scream, girl. Get their attention," he grinned, tail swishing against the bedside. "Then I'll swoop in, and eat out his heart while you watch, helpless."

"I won't." I whispered defiantly.

"You won't?" he replied, feigning sadness. His ears dropped, and he drew his muzzle near to mine, expression sorrowful. "But that's no good. If the hero doesn't come to the rescue..."

His expression turned absolutely diabolical.

"...then what will happen to the damsel in distress? Hahaha..."

And then he took on a mocking look of fear, and alarm, clasping his handpaws together... and he cried:

"HELP! OH GOD, HELP! I'M LOCKED IN HERE WITH A--AHHHHHH!!!!!"

I cringed, squirming as the tentacular ropes of jizz and hair convulsed and tightened, as my voice somehow screamed out of his own mouth. Several tendrils slithered up around my neck, and over my mouth, gagging me, and filling my nose with the scent of musky spunk.

And in the distance...

"Erica, hold on, I'm coming!"

That despicable bastard!

He grinned. "Not long now, I think, dearie. Sounds like you've got one loyal, cock-blocked loverboy, who needs some... mmm... training."

"Mmm-mmmph!" I screamed, hacking as a tendril shoved its way into my mouth, choking me with bristly hairs and steamy goop.

"Shut up, dearie." he whispered. "You don't want to blow this opportunity. I think I'm going to let your boyfriend live... so you can watch me fuck him, too..."

I shed a tear, and relaxed myself, helplessly into his horrid mess, feeling the cords slither and tighten, merging into a sort of full-body cocoon of too-thick slime--leaving only my gagged face visible, poking from the sizzling wads of tightening, rubber-thick hair and semen.

"You'll like it, I promise. I doubt you'll be in a mind to resist, once you've seen the extent of my powers... and here comes boyfriend. Pardon me."

He lept off the bed, got to all fours, and did something utterly bizarre--crawling like a spider, up the wall, hooves and hands adhering like ghostly magnets and leaving sticky tracks of steaming spunk. His stinking tail fanned the air behind him as he climbed. Finally, he found a spot on the ceiling, and hung there grinning, slitted eyes glowing red.

Oh god... Daniel, please don't come in here! Call the police or something!

I squirmed, as my cocoon prison tightened, drawing my arms against my body, bringing my hands up against my cunnie,

and contracting in waves, over my skin. It was like a full-body fucking, as I watched him grin voyeuristicly, and wait in anticipation, stroking himself. I couldn't help but touch myself beneath the gunk--and that seemed to be what he wanted.

"Soon you'll be all mine, little girl... and your boyfriend will help! AHAHAHAHAH!" he laughed psychotically.

If only I could move... if only I could roll off the bed, or... or... something...

There was one thing I could do, though... masturbate. Yeah... maybe then this whole mess wouldn't be so bad. It didn't matter anymore right? I was incapacitated...

I recoiled from the thought, trying to pull my fingers back under the hot membrane that was holding my arms down...

No... no, that's not an option! Don't think of sex, don't! That's what he wants... pull them away, away from your privates...

The door creaked open slowly, and I started sweating. Maybe in reaction to my tension, the thick walls of the cocoon began churning again, contracting over my breasts and ass, forcing my hands down again.

Okay... maybe, maybe being this thing's toy won't be so bad--I started to think, as I felt the beginning of something warm wrapping around me, inside the trap. Maybe just a little...

I poked my thumb up against my vulva... started to ease a finger in...

No, what are you doing?! Stop it! my conscience screamed.

"Erica?!" I heard a voice cry out. "Oh my god, Erica, what the hell--"

But he never got to ask the rest, as the incubus's huge vulpine cock distended to the length of a bowling pin, and liberally 'farted' jets of thick, steamy yellow glop onto my boyfriend.

He went down fast. First, a thick drop on his shoulder--then a messy burst into his brown hair, that dribbled down his neck like egg whites. Finally, the third huge 'SPLUUUUUURT!' caught him entirely over the back, knocking him onto his stomach with its weight.

The air filled with sizzling, as the jism of hell dissolved his baseball uniform, and everything underneath. I could see him crawling under the massive weight of slime, like some human-slug, as the sleaves of his jacket melted, leaving bare, cumstained skin.

Finally, he collapsed in shock and arousal, and that was when the vulpecubus dropped down with a grin.

"That one was even easier than you, princess. Oh, I look forward to turning him into a pet... but first, let's get his restraints on... and help you out of yours..."

I cried, hornily continuing to dip my fingers into my folds, fingering up my clit and vagina, and gyrating my hips as best I could. A blowhole opened in the grubby layers of off-white goop, venting a thick plume of sulphurous steam, and I began to feel something covering up my head, as I watched the demon dance about, shedding his fur over Damien, and cumming ropes that merged with the fibres, wrapping around him as they had myself...

Slowly, I closed my eyes, and drifted into a tormented, cum-soaked sleep, perpetually on the verge of orgasm..