The Surrogates

The rain came down in sheets. Even at their highest setting, the windshield wipers did little to improve their visibility as the sedan carefully navigated the twisted backcountry roads. The full moon added a silvery sheen to the torrential rain, making it even harder to see.

When the fog rolled in, they knew they had to stop.

Pulling over to the side of the road, Erin checked the map while Tom looked around for any signs of civilization.

"I don't see anything around here," Erin muttered, scouring the map.

"Over there," Tom replied, pointing through the windshield.

Through the rain, they both saw an old mailbox by the side of the road, next to a steep, winding drive that disappeared into the hills.

"Looks like somebody lives out here," he said. "Maybe they can give us directions to a motel or something."

"It's kind of late," Erin said apprehensively.

"I don't think we have much choice, baby."

Tom turned off the main road and headed up the drive. A few minutes later, they drove around a bend and the warm lights of a house came into view.

"Stay here," Tom told his wife. "I'll be right back."

Erin watched as he got out of the car and quickly ran up to the door. Through the heavy rain, she could vaguely see the door opening as Tom spoke to the person inside. A moment later, he came jogging back to the car and slipped back inside. He was drenched.

"They offered us a room," Tom explained.

"Tom, I don't know..."

"Before you say anything, I already asked. They said the nearest motel is the one we passed an hour back. The next one is almost twice as far. They said they just sat down to dinner, and they have a guest bedroom that we could stay in."

Erin considered her options and reluctantly nodded her approval. Tom hurried to get the suitcase out of the trunk and he and Erin headed for the house. Once inside, the homeowners, Bill and Dana, introduced themselves and insisted that their guests warm themselves by the fire.

As Tom and Erin dried off, they made idle chatter. Tom and Erin about their now delayed trip up the coast for an anniversary weekend, and Bill and Dana about their choice to live so far out in the middle of nowhere. It turned out that neither had ever really developed a taste for city life, and when their respective internet businesses took off, they opted to move out into the country where they could enjoy the open air, space, and peace and quiet.

Once their guests were warm and cozy, Bill showed them into the dining room, while Dana went to the kitchen to fix two extra plates of what looked to be a mouthwatering homemade soup. The couples enjoyed a bottle of good wine and some pleasant conversation of the course of the meal. It wasn't long before the warmth and the full stomach and the wine began to get to Erin, and she felt her eyes getting heavy.

"I think it's about time I get to bed. I'm starting to get really tired."

"Those long drives will do that to you," Dana laughed lightly.

"That goes for me too," Tom added. "Whoa. Suddenly I can barely keep my eyes open."

Erin and Tom started to get up from the table, moving with increasing lethargy. They quickly lost consciousness and collapsed against the dining table. Bill and Dana looked at one another and smiled.

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When Tom came around, his head was reeling. As the fog eventually cleared from his mind, he realized that he was bound to a chair. Naked.

His ankles were chained to the front legs of the chair, while his wrists were similarly shackled behind his back and secured to the chair. He struggled against the cold, metal restraints, but to no avail. He tried to move the chair, but found it bolted to the floor.

He wasn't going anywhere. He was stuck in this dingy room that appeared to be a basement or cellar of some kind. Tom began to scream, shouting for help at the top of his lungs. He continued to yell and holler, hoping in vain for rescue.

"Done yet?" Dana asked, emerging from the shadows behind him once Tom had gone hoarse. "You're miles away from anyone or anything that could help you."

"What do you want?" Tom demanded, noting that Dana was wearing a black, silk robe as she walked around into view.

"Why, you and your pretty wife, of course," Dana replied with a smirk, relishing the emotions on Tom's face as he went from anger to shock... and finally, to fear.

"Where is she?" He asked, his voice scared and frail.

"Oh, Bill's keeping her busy," Dana replied. "But right now, let's focus on you. And me."

Dana opened her robe and let it fall to the floor. Tom tried to avert his eyes, but couldn't help stealing glances at the auburn-haired beauty. Her body was perfect; full, round breasts and the supple curve of her hips offset the toned lines of her athletic body. Her green eyes sparkled against the curly red hair that framed her angelic face.

"I see that I've already got your attention," she mused, noticing the stirrings of an erection in his lap. "This might be easier than I thought."

She moved over and knelt down in front of him, seductively spreading his legs apart with her hands. Tom tried to move away as she leaned in, teasing him with her hot breath against his member.

"I don't know what you're doing," Tom started. "But I think you should let me go..."

Before he could finish the sentence, Dana took him into her mouth, gently suckling on his rapidly stiffening rod. Tom's eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned as Dana's tongue slithered over his shaft. It wasn't long before Tom was standing at full attention, his hips involuntarily pushing up to meet Dana's talented mouth.

"Please," Tom begged. "Stop. I'm married."

Dana lavished her attentions on Tom's swollen manhood for a few seconds longer, before pulling away and standing up.

"So you are," she replied. "In fact, now that you're ready, she should really join us. Wouldn't want her to miss out on the fun."

Almost on cue, Tom heard a door open and footsteps travel down the stairs behind him. Bill came into view, carrying a naked and unconscious Erin over his shoulder. Tom thrashed around in the chair, but his restraints held him fast as Bill moved over to the other side of the room toward a table of equipment.

Tom was helpless to watch as Bill attached leather cuffs to Erin's wrists and ankles. As he watched, Dana knelt down beside him and wrapped her fingers around his erect cock. Tom groaned as Dana began to slowly stroke him.

"Wouldn't want you to feel left out," she said simply.

Tom could do little more than sit there as Dana fondled him while Bill focused on Erin. Bill locked the leather cuffs together behind Erin's back and attached them to a chain that he threaded through an eyelet in the ceiling. He used the chain to hoist her into the air. Erin, still groggy, groaned in pain as her body was lifted and she was forced to hang by her wrists behind her back, inches off the ground. Tom could only imagine the incredible pressure this put on her shoulders as she hung there.

Once Bill had securely suspended her off the ground, he threaded chains through the leather cuffs on her ankles, affixing each one to eyelets on opposite ends of the room. In doing so, he had positioned Erin so that she was suspended in the air, legs spread wide apart, facing Tom who was fixed to the chair.

"What do you want from us?" Tom grunted, trying to ignore Dana's continued ministrations.

"It's simple, really," Bill replied. "We want children."

Tom looked at him with confusion, and then fear as Bill's form began to change.

His skin darkened, little by little, until it was coal black. His eyes began to glow a brilliant yellow and his hair receded until his body was completely smooth and hairless. Small horns grew from his head as a spiked tail protruded from the base of his spine. With a satisfied sigh, Bill stretched his bat-like wings out to their full extent. He flexed his long, clawed fingers and his cloven feet. Only Bill's humanoid shape and intact male physiology gave any indication that this was once a man.

Dana ceased stroking Tom's member and joined her husband. She began to change too, her skin becoming brick red and covered with small, reptilian scales. Her curly red hair remained on her head and her eyes began to glow a bright green. She also grew horns and a prehensile tail, and stretched out when small leathery wings unfolded from her shoulder blades. Her hands and feet transformed, much like Bill's, until they stood next to one another in all their unholy glory. Her humanoid shape was accentuated by the fact that she still had all of her feminine curves and physiology.

"The problem is that demons can't procreate together," Bill continued. "And that's where you and your lovely wife come in."

He laughed, his black tongue slithering out to lick his lips.

"Which means," Dana chimed in. "That you're all mine while Bill has his way with your wife."

Dana moved behind Tom, running her hands over his naked chest as they both watched Bill approach the bound and a terrified Erin, who had been conscious just long enough to witness their terrible transformation.

Tom struggled and strained as he watched Bill grasp a protesting Erin by the hips and pull her close to his dark, erect member. Erin groaned as Bill slowly pushed himself inside her with a wicked grin. Tom continued to fight, but Dana moved around the chair and straddled his lap, sitting down and pinning his legs to the chair. She hissed in his ear as she positioned herself over him, teasing the head of his cock with her womanhood. Tom tried to move away, but then Dana slid down his shaft and impaled herself on his rod. She sighed with delight as Tom's eyes rolled back in his head at the feeling of her wet heat enveloping him.

She began to grind against him, gyrating her hips and driving him crazy.

"Please," Tom begged. "Don't do this."

Dana said nothing, and his body was helpless to resist as she continued to slide her body against his, squeezing his throbbing shaft between her satin folds with every motion.

Meanwhile, Bill was thrusting savagely into Erin, pounding her for all he was worth. Erin whimpered softly as his claws dug into the soft flesh of her hips, drawing rivulets of blood as he pulled her closer to him. Erin looked over at her husband, sharing the briefest moment of eye contact, each pitying the other's predicament. Erin broke away and hung her head in shame as Bill grunted loudly and emptied himself into her. She felt his thick, demon seed spread inside her and knew there was nothing she could do about it.

When Bill was done, he let out a satisfied sigh and moved over to Erin's head, grabbing her roughly by the hair and forcing her to watch her husband.

"Wouldn't want you to miss the big finale," he sneered.

Dana's head was thrown back in ecstasy as she continued to ride Tom. He willed himself to stay strong and resist, but his body had a mind of his own.

He could feel himself nearing the edge.

"Yes!" Dana cried out. "Come inside me! Give me a child!"

Tom tried with all his might to hold out. He gritted his teeth and tried to concentrate... but the only thing he felt was the burning heat of Dana's demon sex, enveloping his aching rod and coaxing him toward his finish. His body went rigid in one last act of defiance... and then succumbed.

Dana's rapturous moans drowned out his defeated sobs as he felt himself discharge. His body had betrayed him. He writhed underneath Dana as her tight muscles coax every last remaining drop of his seed from him. Tom collapsed against the chair, utterly spent as his erection softened.

A devilish smile spread across Dana's lips as she climbed off of Tom. Bill let go of Erin's hair and allowed her head to fall down in humiliation. The two demons left them alone with the shame of what had happened.


After what seemed like hours, Bill and Dana returned. They appeared human again, like when they first met. They moved over to Erin and released her from her suspension, lowering her to the ground. Barely able to move thanks to the incredible pain in her shoulders, Dana and Bill helped Erin upstairs.

"We're going to make her a little more comfortable," Dana explained. "We can't have our child's surrogate living in a basement, can we?"

"But you," Bill added. "Should make yourself comfortable. Because this is where you're going to be living for the next several months.

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And so they lived, for the next nine months. Tom locked in the basement and kept like a pet, while Erin was chained to the bed in the guest bedroom, constantly monitored as the offspring grew inside her, as one did inside Dana. They were fed as necessary, but while Erin was attentively cared for, Tom was abused and degraded at every opportunity.

After the demon spawn were born, Erin was brought down to the basement where she was allowed to see her husband for the first time since being taken upstairs nine months ago. In the midst of their tearful reunion, Dana interrupted.

"As a token of appreciation for bringing our beautiful children into the world, Bill and I have decided to give you an hour together."

"Enjoy it, though," Bill laughed. "Because after that, we're going to try to give our babies a couple new brothers or sisters."

"He and I have always wanted a big family," Dana added with a sneer.

Tom and Erin held one another close, to both ease the pain of the past, and brace against the pain of the future. They had become, now and forever, demon surrogates.


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