<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/ENa0gXg.jpg)</div><br/>She struggled, and it was hopeless, his grip was iron, his bulk pinning her to the ground worse then ropes.  Ropes could be struggled free from, but this was a living creature of flesh.  Every movement she made was countered by soft fat blubber and muscle.  The struggles only encouraged the fat demon, he leered and let his tongue hang out, dripping saliva down onto her body.  The pain of her split open and stretched asshole was intense.  But pain she could deal with, she was a paladin, a battle maiden, she'd faced pain before.  What was a thousand times worse was the pleasure.  Her body telling her that this was nearly divine and how good it felt.  She couldn't believe it, but she could feel her body betraying her, no matter how much she wanted to resist it, no matter how much she wanted to deny it, but the feeling of that thick cock ramming her tight asshole, his slick goo filling her bowels with each thrust, just felt amazing.  She could feel her traitorous body  building towards another climactic orgasm, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.<br/><br/>Prayers for strength meant nothing.  Her struggles meant nothing.  Her training and magic slipping away beneath the horror of the realization that this demon's cock sodomizing her was going to make her cum again.  "Yes, yes, yes, struggle little maid, it makes it so much better for me!" the incubus said with a greasy disgusting leer on his face as his fat red cheeks puffed with exertion.<br/><br/>There was no warning and she felt her body twitching, her back arching, her nipples tingling, and her cunt spasming as she came again.  The shame, the horror, being made to cum as a demon sodomized her tight asshole.  Her shame was beyond words.  Especially since it felt so fucking good.<br/><br/>Then there was a longing emptiness as he withdrew, her asshole gaping as his cock pulled free.  Still twitching in orgasmic delight her first lewd thought was that she wished it was back in.  But then she screamed out again as he grabbed her by her long blonde locks and dragged her from the table.  Throwing her to the ground he aimed his cock at her face and pumped it with a massive fat fist.  She looked at it just as it erupted, spraying an inhuman amount of creamy white spunk all over her face.  It was like a bucket of hot water had been thrown on her face and she flinched, feeling shot after shot of the slick goo splattering her, mixing with her blonde locks, coating her face.<br/><br/>"You're not done yet my little maid," he said reaching for her.  She looked around for her sword, but it was gone.  There was nothing here in this room that wouldn't be found in a manse dining hall.  Her lantern, her armor, her sword, all of it gone!  She scrabbled away blindly, her eyes shut against the deluge of milky slime on her face, and she felt a meaty hand grab the back of her maid uniform.  "Where are you going little mouse?  We're just getting started.  I'm going to fuck you till your mind breaks with pleasure!"  His laugh was wet and throaty, as if it had trouble pushing up around the fat neck.<br/><br/>She couldn't get away from that iron grip.  So she slipped back, towards him, sliding out of the maid uniform and the grip he had on it.<br/><br/>Then suddenly everything changed.  In an instant the room went dark, the only light from her lantern which sat on the floor near the door where it had fallen.  She looked around, her heart hammering in her chest.  There, the shredded remains of her old vestments, there, the torn off pieces of her armor, there, her silver sword.  She scrambled over to it and snatched it up with cum soaked hands.  She brought a hand to her eyes and wiped the sticky slick goo away from her eyes as she looked around wildly.  But there was nothing, just a dark empty room and a pile of clothing, the maid uniform, fallen where it had been when she'd slipped free.<br/><br/>She panted and gasped, trying to draw in great lungfuls of air as she tried to calm her nerves, soothe her terror, and quench the orgasmic lust that still ran through her body.