From the Witchfinder's Files, Tale I: Snake in Chains

What was she planning? That was the last rational thought before pleasure and a warm, tingly feeling overwhelmed him. He decided to push that worry back... let the wave cover him... warm and comforting as he breathed hard.
 
Phyliss felt him growing in her mouth, and decided it was the right time. She took him out of her mouth, sliding her tender finger over his throbbing tool, now lubricated with her saliva. She turned her nude back to him, facing the bed. She could not see what he was doing behind her back, but she did not worry about that. She put a cushion on the bed, and kneeled down on the floor, her ankles close together, and bowed over the cushion and buried her face in the blanket, below the mass of squirming snakes, while her crotch and hips rested on the cushion. She kept that position, her knees on the floor, her upper body bend over on the bed, sticking her butt up high, while she stretched out her arms and grabbed the blanket.
 
It was very obvious what she wanted, and he was all too eager to grant her wish. The hot and throbbing feeling between his legs grew almost painful as he rested his hands on the smooth, stretched skin and gripped the part that she was presenting to him so provocatively. With an eager, animalistic drive, he thrust into her, the torturer personality taking over for a moment. The one thing he cared about now was to thrust deep into her, to satisfy his urges. There was no tenderness in this, only deep, uncontrollable lust.
 
Phyliss squeaked at the sudden and violent full penetration, driving her shoulders into the soft bed.
"Not in there..." she hissed lustfully while she enjoyed him so deep into her.
 
He understood, and immediately complied. Not that he cared - all his thoughts at this moment were those of an animal who wanted to possess this beautiful woman. She was so different now that she was not his scared prisoner anymore, and this change to a wild, confident, sensual demoness awakened something very deep in him. Something which took control over him. Grunting and moaning loudly, he forgot all the rest of the world.
 
"Drive it all down into my anus..." she hissed, groaning with lust. "Did you never do a woman there?"
Her snakes squirmed on the bed, and she strtched her body out even more, offering him a perfect piledriver position. She didn't feel embarrassed, she just wanted it now, no matter what had happened before.
 
He gladly took orders from her and rammed his member into her as hard as he could. His hands, too, were gripping her butt hard, the tips leaving deep indentations in the soft, smooth flesh. Sweat dripped from his face and his whole body shook as the excitement reached new, unbearable heights, his whole body thrusting into her with all his strength.
 
Phyliss bit into the blanket, but it could not muffle her highpitched squealing. It did hurt, yes, but this time the pain was welcome and blended with her ecstasy. It was strange that he never had the idea himself before, but he obviously enjoyed ravaging her back entrance so roughly as much as herself.
 
The squeals, as they so often had done in the torture chamber, only heightened his excitement. With his pounding, he tried to beat more screams out of her. Yet they were lustful screams - and they were echoed by him now, bellowing out loudly as he came close to climax, his hands, still dug into her behind, quaking with excitement as the warm liquid shot out of him and into her. Even afterwards, he stayed inside her, joyfully digging his fingertips into her skin as hard as he could - these squeals had made him want more of her pain, and he would get it.
 
Phyliss had often felt silly for her squeaks and squeals she made instead of moaning, but she could not help him and all men she had met yet loved it. The shrieks she made as he drove his cock so forcefull all the way down into her ass weren't faked at all, and it was no surprise that they did turn him on even more. She spit out the blanket and recieved his cum in her rectum with an almost whimpering squeak. He was still deep in her, and she could feel the warm fluid inside and his finger buried into her soft flesh. She made an soft, whining tone now, her fingers clutched into the blanket.
 
He pulled out, but his hands remained clutched on her behind, the skin slowly turning dark red under their pressure. He enjoyed this, and she seemed to enjoy it too, so his hands looked for somewhere else he could cause her the lustful agony that teased these delicious squeals out of her. His fingers, wandering along her front, eventually reached her nipples, and squeezed them hard. Not too hard, though. Putting his expertise with pain to good use, he increased pressure very, very slowly, savouring the feeling of her body tensing up as he ramped up the "torture".
 
Phyliss felt his seemen drooling down her rectum, and she was about to ask him about it... but she felt his hand and forgot the question for now. She made a little squeak as he pinched her hard nipple. She didn't think of the past or future, and decided to enjoy the pleasure of some rough play.
 
She was taking this very well... her squeals were pure pleasure, even though he was pinching as hard as he could. He began playfully pulling on the nipples, stretching them out as they pulsated under his fingertips. He was lying on top of her, heart still beating fast, and could feel her breathing hard as he came closer and closer to the border between pleasure and pain.
 
This was getting painful, but strangely it felt good, very different from the time in the dungeon. The settings had changed. Her squeaks got shorter, filled with pain. She felt pain in her stretched ass as well, but made no attempt to heal it yet. She was just to excited for anything to think.
 
Looking for another target, his hands found her long, slender neck. A kiss reassured her that he was not trying to murder her - this time, at least. Then, his hands compressed around it, pushed against her throat and dug in until he could feel her breathing becoming harder. Some more tender kisses while he slowly tightened his grip.
 
This was beginning to get frightening, but she could not help to feel even more excited and aroused, and she was instantly dripping wet as she felt his hand around her throat, and she made afrightened whimper as she laid her hands on his arms, but she made no real attempt to fight him off.
 
She was liking it... excellent! With a grin, he tightened his grip only a little more, listening as her excited whimpers took on a choking tone. Her head was already getting a little darker, but he was not about to release her yet - another kiss on the neck, then, still holding her throat, he turned her face a little so he could place a long, sensitive kiss on her quivering lips, feeling almost as if he was sucking out the air she was so desperately trying to take in.
 
Phyliss felt some fear crreping up her spine. If he really got insane - as he was, when she had met him first, would he go in a frenzy and choke her? Surely she had her snakes, but his kisses felt true. Still she made no attempt to figght him off, but the pain and choking made her start wailing weakly - she did not intend to, but it was a reflex action.
 
He could tell from the whimpering and the deepening red of her skin that he had her right where he wanted her - close to choking, pliant and scared. Now to show some mercy - he eased up the pressure on her throat and gave her another kiss. What a delicious reversal of roles! She was back under him again, the scared girl again. This gave him a new rush of energy, and he put her arms around her in a wild hug, his strong, stringy arms wrapping around her body.
 
Phyliss gasped relieved, getting air gain. She fell into his embrace, her eyes closed, her snakes curled around him while she rested her face on his chest.
 
It felt so good to have that smooth, silky face pressed against his naked skin, even the snakes apparently relaxing and becoming almost docile. She was really perfect, that monster woman. He closed his eyes and whispered into her ear: "I love you"
 
"I love you, too" she said. She wondered if she had lost her mind. She hadn't been in love for some many years, probably decades or more, and now she would fall in love with an insane, sadistic madman in a village full of murderous, hypocrite lunatics? What could come out of this?
 
What was happening? He was entirely confused by his own words and actions. This could not be true! Had he just confessed his love to a demon... a demon he had tried to slowly and agonizingly torture to death just a few days before? In his puzzlement, he took refuge to another kiss... just let yourself fall into the sensation, do not think too much...
 
Phyliss kept kissing him back, while she snuggled into his arms. She giggled suddenly.
"I still feel you back in there... you know where. Why have you never penetrated me there before? You could have done this easily while I was chained up."
 
"I always preferred the other side... it just felt more proper to take women by the parts that make them women."

As he said that, his fingers were slowly crawling towards the part that made her a woman, and starting to tremble in anticipation as they got closer and closer to their prize.
 
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