Forced by Demons: Laura - Sex Stories

Forced by Demons: Laura

I open my eyes feeling fuzzy and out of sorts. I have just had the strangest dream about a blind date. Moving to stretch, I meet resistance that immediately brings me into sharp focus. Adrenaline dumps into my system. My heart pounds and my breath comes in a ragged gasp as I realize that my hands are bound behind me where I can feel rough rope cutting into my skin. I kick my legs but only succeed in pulling the rope binding me tighter. I try to scream but my mouth is taped shut. I stare around me, wide eyed, scared and alone in a dark room. “There she is!” I hear the voice but don’t see its owner. I look around sniffling as I try to breathe through my nose. A man walks into my line of sight emerging from the shadows. He smiles down at me pulling memories from the haze my mind has become. I was on a date with this man, we had gone to dinner, there were drinks and then we were in his car. That’s the last thing I can remember. “Laura, you are such a lucky woman! You are in for the night of your life!” A tight knot of fear clenches my innards as I wait to see what will happen next. I look around trying to see where I am or what is happening. I notice that there are other shadowy figures in the dark around me. They move around and muttered voices echo around as if I am in a large space. I struggle against the ropes that bind me but nothing loosens. I am bound expertly. “So tonight gentlemen, I present Laura for your evening amusement. As you can see, per your requests, she is a ...

... looker. Nice hair, excellent large tits, and plenty of ass to show off. I think you’ll find her to be an excellent performer for the evening’s entertainment.” I’m being sold? How the fuck did this happen to me? I hadn’t had sex in months and I let a friend at work set me up on this blind date. Now I’m being sold. Fuck my life. I struggle to put together the details of my situation, of how I ended up here about to be sold for god knows what purpose. Brad, his name is Brad. He has continued talking, walking around in circles as I struggle with my own memories and against the bonds. I hear him taking bids for me but not in money. He is calling for souls as bids. Souls? What the fuck? “SOLD!” he says loudly pulling my attention back to him. Two men walk up to stand in front of him and both of them are built like gods. They are shirtless showing off their amazing chests and abs, they are wearing jeans that ride low so their sharp hip bones show and the muscles there leave a girl dreaming. I can’t help it, moisture soaks my panties as I imagine the packages those jeans hide. I can’t hear the words exchanged between the three men so I stare at them. The two men walk up to me smiling, their eyes are flame red that have to be contacts or something weird. Shit this is some weird cult! They walk around me in a circle and one of them whistles as he looks me up and down. I blush. I’m not a small woman; I've got a big rack and plenty of ass to go around. Cute my co-workers call me, not the ...