"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.