Shiborito in the Bag

He heard Esther give another orgasmic moan and then more of those thick, slithery sounds—like slime sliding down a pipe. More of the bag filled out and that wave of tingling pleasure rolled up to his thighs.

"What's going on?" he asked.

Had someone changed the lights? Erica looked different. Her skin colour was darker, redder.

"Special sauce to marinade the meat," she said.

Esther moaned again and pushed her crotch forward. How could she be producing all this? It was up to his crotch and—

Cohen closed his eyes. The warm creamy substance had enveloped his balls. His erection, which had softened slightly as his unease had grown, sprang back to full attention. The rubber top sheet of the vac-bed tented upwards with the throbbing bar of his hard-on. The tenting grew less pronounced as more cream flowed into the bag.

It was over his chest now. It surrounded his arms, it enfolded his hands and he felt it squelch between his fingers. It drove his nerve endings wild. It was like lying in a big bath of crackly foam with no water. Cohen wanted more and more of it and Esther obliged. Sighing and gasping in the throes of an orgasm that seemed to have no end, she pumped more and more thick cream into the bag. Moments before, Cohen had felt like he'd been shrink-wrapped. Now he felt like he was lying at the heart of a giant fluffy pillow. The black rubber surface swelled up all around him.

Hot flashes pulsed through him. They pulsed and pulsed and focused on his balls and penis until his whole crotch was glowing with warmth. The cream slithered all around him and engulfed his twitching erection. Cohen felt the urge to wrap a hand around his cock and rub the pleasant cream into his shaft. He couldn't move. Not because the rubber sheets were wrapped too tightly around him, but because the warm creamy substance had sapped all the energy right out of him. It was like lying in a warm bed in an icy room and feeling too comfortable to move. The vac-bed continued to swell up as more and more thick cream piled up around him.

Erica sat astride him, or rather sat astride the swollen bag. He felt the pressure of her legs transmit through the bag and move the wonderful cream against his body. He looked up at her through a haze of pleasure.

His brow wrinkled. Something wasn't right.

Her pale skin was flushed. No, it was more than that. Her skin was red, deep red all the way through as though she was so full of blood it had leaked out underneath her skin. And her eyes . . . what had happened to her eyes? He looked up into black pits that looked as though they fell all the way into hell itself. Were those . . .? There were horns on her head and he watched as black bat wings unfurled behind her.

Hallucination. He must be hallucinating.

"Comfortable?" Erica asked.

Her voice was wrong too. There were weird inflections to the edges, like metal on metal.

Where was the panic? Where was the anxiety? Despite Erica's sudden, demonic change of appearance he felt relaxed and languid. This was a total contrast to his brain, which was screaming wrong, wrong, wrong!

Erica bent over and hugged the swollen bag. Her large breasts—uncovered now, nipples dark like dried blood—pressed against the rubber above his chest. He felt the pressure come through the bag and thick cream.

"How does it feel—nice and creamy?" Erica asked.

She hugged the bag tighter and rubbed her pendulous breasts against the shiny black surface.

"Let me massage it into your flesh," she said.

She squeezed and hugged. Her hips moved up and down as she ground her sex against the bag. Her movements started currents in the substance that filled the bag. Cohen writhed in helpless pleasure as the warm cream squished against his body. He let out an involuntary moan as more hot flashes raced across his sensitised skin. Thick currents stirred his throbbing manhood. It felt like cream-covered fingers were tickling up and down his hard-on.

"He's nearly ready," Erica called back to the girl on the bed. "One more squirt, Estrumpthia."

"Mmm, I'll give him a nice thick one, Eryx," Esther said, her voice also picking up strange alien cadences.

She let out another loud sigh. The pipe vibrated. More slippery cream—a thick bulge—slithered down the tube and mushroomed up around Cohen. His eyelids flickered as more of the warm cream enveloped him.

"Feels nice, doesn't it," Eryx said. "Like being wrapped in a giant wet womb."

She wriggled her body on top of him. Her arms and thighs squeezed the swollen bag and he felt the thick cream squidge against his skin. All of Cohen's nerve endings felt amplified, as if the slightest breath had the force of a bomb. The devil girl on top of him pressed her waist down and her motions stirred the electrifying cream around his cock.

Fuck, he was going to come. Really come. Come so hard it would be painful.

"Yes, let it out," the devil girl writhing on top of him exhorted with a breathy sigh. "Let it all out."

What was happening? Cohen felt so good and yet weirdly wrong. His body felt like a train accelerating down a track with no buffers.

"Need help?" Eunice said, her voice like blades slathered in honey.

Like Eryx her skin had darkened to a deep red colour. She even had a devil tail. He saw it as she stood over him. He looked up into the moist lips of her sex and watched as they gaped open and shut like a mouth.

"Don't suffocate him, Eunectis" Eryx said.

"I'm only going to give him a little kiss with my pussy," Eunectis said.

She squatted down and the light was shut out as her ass descended. Cohen was enveloped first by the thick aroma of her sex and then the flesh of her ass as she sat on his face. Cohen couldn't twist his head away. She followed him, keeping her pussy pressed tightly over his nose and mouth. Her felt the soft lips of her pussy brush against his face. They gaped wide and the dark space was filled with the sinful perfume of her sex. The scent rushed straight through his body and filled his straining balls. Eryx pressed down with her thighs again the thick cream squished around Cohen's over-sensitized penis. The sensations tickled up his shaft in moist waves.

Oh god, Cohen thought.

His balls clenched as though they'd been gripped in a fist. His spine bucked and the most powerful ejaculation he'd ever felt erupted from his cock. He gasped but not through lack of air—Eunectis had already lifted her smothering ass. His body shuddered and convulsed uncontrollably. That out of control train had smashed into a wall at the end of the line and was now so much wreckage. His semen bubbled up out of his twitching erection like a geyser. His own cream was mixing with the cream in the bag.

Eryx and Eunectis stood up off his wriggling form and stared down at him with sultry smiles. Estrumpthia walked up to them, still pressing the rubber cup to her crotch. Like the other two she'd changed, but her pale skin had a bluish tinge rather than red. Like the other two she had horns, wings and a tail.

She looked down at Cohen and licked her lips. "Mmm, the sight of a human thrashing around in helpless ecstasy makes me so horny."

She pressed the funnel-type adaptor at the end of the pipe tight to her pussy, squatted and pressed her hips forward. Cohen heard a loud and strangely erotic liquid sound. More soft cream flowed up against Cohen's body. He groaned as his balls clenched and he emptied another thick stream of cum into the bag. The ejaculation wasn't stopping. He felt the pleasure spin on and on as a constant stream of semen flowed up his erection in steady pulses.

Estrumpthia removed the cup from her vagina and Cohen saw her labia were speckled with pinkish-white froth. She unscrewed the funnel attachment from the end of the pipe and passed the pipe to Eryx. The other girl screwed a nozzle attachment onto the end. It looked like the end of a hookah pipe, but larger.

Cohen looked at the devil girls with fearful eyes. It was getting harder to concentrate. The sensations inundated his thoughts in the same way the soft cream surrounded his body.

"Wha . . .?" he muttered thickly.

His body was no longer his. His hips kept twitching as semen poured out of him in an endless succession of spurts.

Eunectis crouched down next to him. He saw her smiling face above the large round swells of her breasts.

"You're our little shiborito in the bag," she said. "Estrumpthia has filled it up with her special vaginal secretions. They've soaked into you. You're coming out your life and soul, and we're going to slurp it all up in our lovely pussies."

Eryx squatted down on the other side of the bag and inserted the nozzle between the folds of her vagina. Her abdomen gave a little flex and the pipe was sucked deeper inside her. The noises started then—like thick cream being sucked up through a straw. Cohen felt a strange tugging sensation focused on his crotch.

Eryx opened her eyes and sighed.

"Delicious," she said.

She handed the pipe to Estrumpthia, who also inserted it up into her sex.

"There's no need to be anxious," Eunectis whispered to Cohen. "It feels nice."

The horrible liquid sucking sounds started up again.

Cohen didn't feel anxious. Estrumpthia's secretions had soaked into his skin and coated his nerve endings in cotton wool. He felt like he was floating in a warm fluffy cloud. His writhing had quietened down to little twitches every time he released a spurt of cum into the bag.

It felt so good—warm and comfortable. He was no longer sure if he was inside the bag or the bag. He felt like he was floating around inside an outer skin of black latex—not solid or liquid.

Estrumpthia took her time with the nozzle. She sighed in pleasure as her vagina clamped around it and she sucked up the cream in the bag.

It wasn't just the cream around him she was sucking, it felt like they were sucking up him. He released his essence up into the bag and she drew part of it up into her body, leaving him diminished in the process.

And Cohen no longer cared. The pleasure had overwhelmed and subsumed his mind. All he cared about was the orgasm still rumbling through him, still coaxing his body to ejaculate more and more. He lay back and floated on a cloud of pleasure as his life, essence and soul pulsed out into the bag.

The succubi passed the nozzle amongst themselves. They sucked up the cream and essence until the bag began to deflate. The black rubber crinkled up and subsided as the succubi sighed in satisfaction as they sucked more and more out of the bag. The vac-bed wrinkled up and the man inside wrinkled up with it.

Eryx's vagina clenched around the pipe and drew out the last dregs with a ghastly slurping sound.

"A most satisfactory present from Ms Brite," she said.

On the floor the glossy black rubber sheets were wrinkled as they tightly wrapped a human form. This human form also looked as though all the air had been pumped out of him. A face that was little more than skin stretched over a skull stared out of a circular opening in the top sheet. The shrivelled lips were stretched taut in a ghastly grin.

"And we even cured his anxiety," Eunectis said.

THE END