And yet… it didn’t feel like that. It felt like an act of worship – but was she worshipping the demon… or was he worshipping her?Salpaad’s b...dy demanded relief from the terrible need which had built inside her. Her engorged pussy filled her body with sexual heat; a heat that grew until it was overwhelming. The creature began bearing down on her, adding its own noises to her delighted squeals as it drove up inside her.The length of the cock meant it was knocking against Salpaad’s cervix, while. When I awoke I was relieved that the torture had stopped and my nipples were still there. My legs had been raised lifting my lower body off the cross. My relief was to be short lived.I watched as he rolled some sort of machine between my legs. He went back to the bench and returned with a huge plastic penis. He attached the penis to the machine. He then positioned the machine so that the penis was touching my arsehole. I tried to wriggle out of the way but it was useless."Please leave me. "I'm sorry... " I said with real tears. "I really... I love you Eric. I want you to know what real love is. It's better that sex." I took his face in my hands and held it up to mine. "You hear me? BETTER!"He nodded his head as best he could in, his cheeks smooshed forward by my hands' pressure, looking at me with wide eyes.I released him, and he laid there trying to sort his feelings."Look... I'm very tired. I need to take a nap. Will you let me hold you without you trying to start something. His fingers gripped her hair, drawing her head backwards as he bit deep into the side of her throat and sucked hard.Finally he stopped and pulled his softening cock out of the sagging girl's sheath."Would you mind if I rode her a final time?" Lunga asked deferentially. His cock was sticking straight out from his crotch and Joe was amazed at the sight of it. To turn him down would be considered awfully unfriendly.He waved and nodded, crawling a few feet away and sitting down. Lunga quickly knelt.