Beauty Trap

Beauty Trap

By Danath

(originally written around 2007(?) for the Powerweapons website, long thought lost, recently rediscovered them; this was written for the monthly contest with a theme of Supernatural, I think?)

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Though outwardly normal, there was something strange about the woman sitting at the far end of the bar. She sipped her rose-colored drink slowly, delicately fingering the martini glass as she stared off towards the ceiling.

She was gorgeous, to put it simply. Smokin' hot. Long blonde hair, Nordic good looks, a rack to make anyone look twice, and legs that went to eternity. She wore a tight white blouse, a short black skirt, and fishnet stockings. Her long hair was held back in a loose ponytail, which currently draped across her shoulder, covering part of her generous cleavage.

Nobody could figure why she was in the bar. It was a dive bar, one dank room, with only a few old tables and booths for furniture. It was the kind of bar you go to get some drinking done and stare at the stained walls, not pick up a date, dance, or have a good time. The patrons were rough shaven, generally middle-aged, and most worked at the local factories. It wasn't crowded, and never would be, with only a dozen or so people at the tables and a few more at the pool tables and worn wooden bar counter. Lights flickered above, dimly lighting the room, but the lady always seemed to be unnaturally bright.

Conversations would normally be loud and brash once the beer began flowing regularly, but tonight, things were hushed and muted as the bar patron's eyes focused only on her. Even the pool hustlers seemed to take care not to clack the cue ball around too much.

The woman took a deep breath and let out a sigh as she set down her glass and slid her fingers slowly up and down the long, smooth glass neck. It was an absent-minded gesture, but one the men in the bar responded to. Her ruby lipstick and nail polish seemed to give off a glow as she teased her glass, though her attention was obviously elsewhere.

She tipped the glass to her lips and daintily let the last few drops slide down her throat. She set the glass down, nodded to the bartender, and slid a bill over to him. Clearing her throat, she leaned forward slightly.

The entire bar grew quiet as she spoke. "Where's the rest rooms?"

The bartender just pointed weakly to the corner, and the woman nodded. She stood up quickly, but to the watching eyes of the lustful patrons, it seemed like an eternity. She walked slowly through the bar, oblivious to the heads turning to watch her. The only noise was the clicking of her low heels on the tiled floor.

Those watching her backside nearly drooled. Her ass was tight and round and perfect. The skirt rode over it like a saddle. It was hard for the attention-starved patrons to think of a better ass than the one walking into the bathrooms.

The men in the bar -- and there were only men -- looked around uncomfortably, before locking their eyes upon the bathroom hallway again.

They were rewarded for their diligence when the woman walked back out, the same disaffected look on her face as she returned to the bar counter and took her seat again. The tension in the air felt incredible. The arousal of those watching was nearly palpable. The bartender watched her in a way he hoped was unobtrusive as he served up more drinks and cleaned some glasses.

Suddenly a voice rang out. "Hey, honey, why don't you shake that ass for us now?"

It was as though someone fired a gun. The room grew still as the woman turned around, and for the first time expressed any emotion. A small smile played across her lips, melting hearts.

"Who said that?"

Eyes flickered over to one man, sitting at a booth in the corner next to the jukebox. He suddenly looked a little frightened as the woman stood up and walked over to him slowly. She leaned over the table, letting her heavy breasts hang down low. She watched him as his eyes moved over her massive chest, then back to her face, trying to concentrate.

"You want me to shake my ass for you?" she asked, the small smile still there.

"Uh... well..."

"Without any music? Give me a quarter, honey," she said.

The man silently reached into his pocket and pulled out a quarter, which the woman plucked from his fingers delicately. She stretched her arm over to the jukebox and dropped it in, then tapped a couple buttons. A heavy techno beat filled the bar.

The bartender looked surprised -- he didn't remember putting that song on the jukebox.

"That's better," she said, smiling a little more now.

The man gulped as she moved in close to him. He was one of the rougher-looking patrons, in a leather jacket and old blue jeans. His hands were calloused and his face was weather-beaten. He wasn't sure what was going on -- women didn't respond like this to catcalls at his construction job.

"Whatsa matter, honey?" the woman asked, slowly moving her hips in rhythm with the music as she leaned over him. "Afraid I'll bite?" She winked and leaned her head back, pushing her chest out at him.

His eyes widened. Slowly he reached his hands up and grasped her breasts, ogling them as his fingers squeezed them. The woman sighed happily and looked down at him, grinning. "Good boy..."

The music seemed to get a little louder as the man grew bolder, and started to massage the woman's breasts heavily. That's when she felt a hand on her ass. She looked over her shoulder and smiled as she saw another brave soul moving up behind her. She groaned lustfully, encouragingly, and soon another hand joined the first, then more. The bar patrons started converging on her, and, as though a dam had burst, began to lose their inhibitions.

Someone tore her blouse open, letting her heavy breasts flop out. Two mouths began to suckle on the thick nipples as someone else pulled her skirt down. More men crushed in around her, all trying to paw at her smooth, silky body. The man in front, in the booth, moaned as his jeans grew wet in the front. Her hand was on the bulge in his jeans, squeezing. Her touch felt magnificent.

Soon she was pulled back by the mob and laid out across a table. Hands slid roughly over her body as her legs were pulled apart. Someone ripped her panties off, making her gasp. That's when her secret was revealed.

Below the panties, somehow hidden before, was a huge cock.

"What the fuck!" someone exclaimed. "She ain't no lady!"

"Yeah, she is," someone else said. "Look, she got a pussy here too!"

Hands lifted her heavy ballsac up, exposing her pussy and making her moan again.

"Fuck, she's hot, ain't she?" someone said. The hands quickly returned. Hands on her ankles kept her spread eagle. Moments later, she felt a cock push into her hand. She wrapped her fingers around it and smiled more widely than ever, before more hands turned her head to the side and another cock pushed against her lips.

The woman groaned around the cock in her mouth. It was much smaller than her own, only average-size. Her own cock was throbbing and growing thicker and longer and fatter by the moment. It was as thick as her wrist and oversized like her breasts -- much too large for her skinny, luscious body.

Another cock pushed against her free hand as more hands started to stroke her throbbing erection. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the orgy, as yet another man started to push his cock into her tight pussy.

She groaned as she instinctively tried to wrap her legs around the man fucking her, but couldn't due to the men holding her open. She opened her eyes a bit and saw more men stroking themselves, waiting for their turn. As she rubbed her tongue over the head of the cock in her mouth, she giggled as she felt it start to throb and spurt salty cum.

The man gasped as he grabbed his dick and furiously beat the rest of the orgasm from it, stroking himself madly and making cum spurt across her face. She smiled as he was pushed aside and the next horny male shoved his cock into her mouth. Her fingers grew slick as first one, then the other came over her fingers, and as the man fucking her humped away heavily, making her body jolt, the man in her mouth started to pump his hips roughly.

His cock was a pretty good size, but still nothing compared to her monstrous shaft. The tip reached up nearly to the bottoms of her heavy breasts. Thicker than her bicep, it throbbed monstrously, drooling heavy amounts of pre-cum over her fair skin. Her nipples, fat and hard, felt deliciously good as men sucked on them, pinched them, teased them.

Another man came over her fingers as she squeezed his cock, rubbing it expertly. The man in her mouth didn't last as long as the first, and thrust in hard when he came, making her swallow. She didn't mind, and only seemed to respond more eagerly. The man fucking her pussy let out a long moan as he came inside her, the first of what would be many.

"Get her up," someone said. "I wanna fuck her ass."

She groaned delightedly as she was pulled from the table. Roughly manhandled into a semi-standing position, she felt hands pull her asscheeks apart moments before a cock was pumped up into hir ass. She let out a delighted moan and her cock spat a thick glob of pre-cum, which splattered onto the floor.

"Damn, she likes it! No, she loves it!" someone said.

Hands wrapped around the back of her head, pulling her down, as someone else leaned into her frontside, so that her shoulders were to the side of his hips. He started to fuck her pussy again, filling her other entrance.

The hands around her head pulled her down until her mouth closed over another cock. She bobbed as best she could as more cocks pushed into her hands. She jacked them off eagerly as the crush of men pawed at her body, smearing cum over her belly and breasts. Several focused on her massive shaft. At least four hands were stroking the massive dick, and it still wasn't enough to cover her all the way. She shuddered when she felt a mouth on the head of her cock and opened her eyes, memorizing the male sucking at her shaft so she could remember him later.

She lost count of how many men fucked her or used her mouth or hands to get off. There weren't that many people in the bar, but it felt like an endless stream. Cum coated her skin, nearly every inch. Her hair was wet, as some guys couldn't wait and just jerked themselves off right onto her curvy body. When one man finished fucking her ass or pussy, another eagerly crowded in to take his place.

She glanced up several times and, one time, realized she had a mouthful of the bartender's cock. She grinned and used a hand to squeeze his dick as she licked and kissed at the head, making him gasp and moan and cum just a few moments later.

The orgy continued this way for more than an hour. She was used and abused the whole while. Not once was there a time when nobody was fucking her or getting a blowjob or handjob. Not once was there somebody not cumming over her huge tits or smooth backside.

Her massive cock jerked and flopped around as she was pushed roughly onto her hands and knees. One limber man slipped beneath her and started to fuck her pussy as another grabbed her from behind and fucked her ass doggy-style. Yet another held tightly to the back of her head as he pumped his hips forward, sliding his cock into her mouth wildly, fucking her throat hard.

She loved every moment of it, finally getting the attention she craved. Her cock dripped pre-cum onto the man beneath her, but he didn't seem to mind. If he were to be honest about it, the massive cock aroused him more than even her huge breasts.

Cum puddle on the floor, a massive amount, and a good lot of it from her. As she sucked another man to orgasm, she smiled. When he wasn't immediately replaced, she looked around. Men were collapsed onto chairs and in booths, most breathing hard. She looked down at the man beneath her and grinned viciously.

"Looks like you're all getting worn out!" she said.

The man fucking her from below, one of the younger and best-looking in the bar, looked a little nervous. "Uh... sorry..." he gasped, hips pounding into her uncontrollably.

"Looks like it's going to be my turn soon," the woman said, the grin on her face only widening further. She licked her lips, tasting all the cum that had just been shot onto her.

Squeezing her legs together expertly, she grinned as she watched the man beneath her convulse. She could feel the man fucking her ass twitch and shudder as he pulled out of her. As the cum splashed across her backside she leaned down and whispered to the handsome young man beneath her. "I'm going to save you for last..."

He only stared up at her, a look of shock on his face as his orgasm passed. All energy seemed to have been drained from his body as he lay there, gasping and moaning. His cock never felt so good -- not ever.

The woman stood up as the man who just finished cumming on her backside fell over, exhausted. She stood there, apparently unfazed and completely unaffected by the massive orgy she just instigated.

"Well, well, boys," she murmured, looking around for the juiciest targets. "You barely put up a fight at all..."

Her cock throbbed heavily as she settled on her first victim. Though later everyone would deny much of what took place, all eyes that could watched as she strode through the bodies of the exhausted males. Before their eyes, the woman's body changed slightly. Her skin grew more pink, then nearly red, and small black horns pushed out of her skull, at the top of her head. Black wings expanded and unfurled, at least ten feet across in total. A long, horse-like tail snaked out of her backside, just above her ass, and the clicking from her high heels, which had remained on her feet somehow, turned into more ominous clops as her feet turned into hooves.

Her heavy shaft led the way as she walked. As it swung back and forth slowly, it changed subtly, from human looking, if massive, to a slightly more animal shape - more horse-like. The tip flared as it changed to match what happened to her feet and legs. Cum drizzled from the tip, thick and black and pungent.

The sex demon laughed as she reached her first victim -- the man who earlier tasted her seed when he sucked her dick -- and rolled him onto his belly. Preparing to mount him, she smiled. Cum sizzled and steamed as it dripped over his backside.

The vigorous orgy from early was just an appetizer for her -- a quick snack and a good way to keep her prey immobilized. The other patrons watched helplessly as she impaled the man with her cock, latching her claws into his shoulders as she used her powerful horse-like legs to pump into him. He wailed in pleasure and pain as she started to fuck him wildly, using him to sate her carnal hunger.

The main course began in earnest. Now she could feed.