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Travis gasped heavily, like he had just run a marathon. He looked down at his penis. It was still rock hard, even after the best blowjob he had ever received. No way was he missing this opportunity.

"There's plenty more where that came from," Travis said, his ego running rampant.

She smiled devilishly and turned around, her luscious round ass beckoning him. Placing a hand on each of his knees, she lowered herself onto his lap. Travis felt the tip of his cock poke the molten hot wetness of her labia. His balls twitched yet again, preparing themselves for the blissful pleasure they were about to receive.

The heat and wetness from her pussy weren't the only things Travis noticed. On her back were the tattoos of large bat like wings that stretched from her shoulder blades to her mid back. Lower, just above her lovely ass, was a smaller tattoo of a devil's tail, coiled up with a spear like tip.

"Do you like them?" she asked with a sex-laden voice.

Travis reached out to touch her back, his fingers outlining the outer edges of the wings. It felt different than the rest of her skin, like leather was sewn into her back. It was so odd, it didn't feel like...

His mind was quickly diverted when she lowered herself onto his cock, sheathing him inside her. The inner walls of her pussy engulfed him, sending waves of pleasure through his entire body. Her pussy was so warm, so wet, so tight! Of all the girls he had sex with before sending them to be auctioned off, none compared to this.

Travis watched as she expertly rocked her hips, sliding her dripping pussy up and down his full length. Each time she rose, he felt her inner walls clamp down, as if milking his shaft. He was paralyzed -- not that he wanted to move.....

The girl dismounted, spun around and crawled back onto his lap. She placed a hand on each shoulder, then impaled herself on his throbbing member. Travis' hands began to massage her breasts that were bouncing up and down from kneading his cock. She emitted a soft moan. Her orgasm was approaching fast.

"Did you really think putting a roofie in my drink would be able to subdue me?"

Wait. How did she know?

Travis' higher mental functions shut down. All he could think about was how spectacular her warm wet pussy felt and how her hypnotic breasts swung in front of him. Clearly there wasn't enough blood in his body to make his sex organs work alongside his brain.

She fucked Travis much faster. Her sex slapped against his pelvis making a loud clapping noise that echoed through the room. Travis thrust back into her with perfect rhythm. His balls were about to spill their contents inside her.

"Yes! Empty yourself inside me! Fill me!"

Travis looked up at her face and saw two horns extend from the top of her head. His eyes widened in shock and horror as the rigid black horns grew, curving towards the back of her head. He tried to move but his body would not respond. His hips kept thrusting convulsively into her pussy. Travis realized he was no longer in control of his own body.

"Wha- What are you doing to me?!" he yelled.

"Pleasuring you, sweetie," she replied.

Travis tried again to gain control of his body but failed miserably.

"I can't move!"

She placed a finger on his lips, "Shhh. Don't fight. It will all be over soon."

The woman's eyes turn a vibrant red. Travis' face became white with terror as he watched two huge black wings extend from behind her...

This wasn't real. This can't be real!

"Oh it is very real, Travis," she spoke in a dark chilling voice. "How ironic is it that after all those women you sold off to the highest bidder, that your end would come at the hands of one you thought you'd be able to sell?"

"How could she possibly know about that?" was the single thought racing through Travis' brain amidst the rising sense of dread.

"You're no woman. You're a monster!"

Giggling, she leaned forward. "Oh, how right you are," she whispered in his ear.

She slammed down hard onto Travis' cock repeatedly. His hips worked against his will to thrust himself deep into her core.

"Yes! Release yourself. Give in to your lust, and fill me with your soul!"

Travis was on the edge past the point of no return. His heart was beating out of his chest and his lungs felt on fire. His second orgasm came forth with such force that it shattered his mind. He shot his semen into her -- and with it, all his life energy. The monster on top of him climaxed as he did, moaning and savoring her own pleasure as well as the energy being pumped into her dripping sex.

It had been too long. The time to act was now.

Cole got up from the bar and marched towards the stairs leading to the upper balcony.

"Sir. Sir! You can't go up there!" the security guard insisted, grabbing Cole's arm.

Cole quickly fished his badge from under his trench coat. "Chicago Police, stand aside!"

He marched up the stairs to the only private room.

"This is the CPD, Travis! Open this door! Now!"

There was no answer. The door was locked.

"Do you have a key for this door?" he asked the security guard who immediately shook his head.

Cole drew his service revolver from its holster and gave the door a hearty kick, and then another, until it flew open. He dashed inside with his pistol at the ready.

"Put your hands up... what the fuck?!"