The demon's cock punched into Harumi's diaphragm and ripped a scream from her throat. The agony of her insides tearing around it flashed across her mind and the entire world went white.
She prayed that it would end, but her senses came quickly with her body shaking. He was fucking her. Each powerful thrust drove her up against the windshield and down again. There was nothing she could do but flail. He owned her body, he was raping her to death and she was helpless.
Harumi opened her mouth to scream, but no words came out. Tears ran down her cheeks as she struggled to find something—anything—to push back the agony of being torn open.
And then she felt his tail in her ass. At first, there was nothing as pain as he ripped open her sphincter. Like her vagina, the tight ring of muscles strained against the intruder. But, it only thrust a foot into her body before pulling out. There was no segments tearing at her opening, just the smooth slid of the tail driving in and out.
It was almost peaceful except for the meter-long cock tearing through her like a saw.
She sobbed and bore her attention down on the tail in her ass. It was hard to think through the pain, but the contrast of sensations was almost pleasurable. She could almost like it, if things were different.
Closing her eyes, she struggled to push back the agony and focus on the pleasure. It almost worked. She could almost imagine that she wasn't being raped to death on her best friend's car. That there wasn't a cock slamming into her lungs with every stroke. That the ridges from the segmented demonic cock weren't ripping her apart and that blood wasn't pouring out of her with every stroke.
The demon pounded into her, fucking her hard. Every stroke dragged her half a meter up and down the car hood.
She was helpless to do anything but let him dominate her, to rape her. She was filled to the brim, beyond her limits, and she knew there was no way that she could ever survive.
There wasn't a chance.
The agony pushed into her mind but she clutched to pleasure of her ass being impaled. She pretended it was Steve that was fucking her, his perfect cock impaling her ass and driving her to an orgasm. She imagined she was wearing her idol outfit for him, bright yellow on her body as he touched her perfect body and loved her the way she always wanted someone.
The thrusts were growing faster and harder. She could feel the cock swelling side her, ripping her further apart. It crushed her insides against her hip bones from the inside and kept on growing. The pressure grew, but so did the hardness of the tail that impaled her ass.
Harumi's eyes rolled up in her head as she threw everything into one desperate fantasy. Images flashed by, solidifying into a scene that came from little shreds of her imagination. It was Steve fucking her pussy, pounding her hard with his dark cock. And it was the strange man she never met on the television. He was fucking her ass, not with the cruelty of the other porn star, but as a fan and a lover. He would touch and hold her, he wouldn't ever hurt her. Both of them wavered in and out of her mind, fading out with the crumbling remains of her sanity and coming back into focus as she struggled to grip what remained of her life.
She managed to lose herself just long enough for a single spark of pleasure, white hot in a world of agony, to burst open. It tore along her ruined nerves and soaked into the senses.
For the briefest moments, she was back on the stage, singing one of her songs.
When the demonic cock slammed into her diaphragm and ripped the air out of her lungs, she managed to form the first words to the song. She forgot the name of the song but she would never forget the words.
He yanked out, ripping out parts of her body and adding to the sheets of blood that coated her skin, and then drove back in.
The impact forced another few words from her lips.
Her eyes snapped open and the rest of her fantasies crumbled as she stared into the inhuman eyes of her rapist and killer. She knew there was no salvation now, she was already lost.
The next thrust of the cock came and she sang out a few words. Blood flecked her lips and she could taste it in the back of her throat. But, she used the inhuman cock ramming into her lungs to sing.
Because it was the only thing she could do.
And if her only audience was a demon raping her to death, she would sing to it.