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I went over the list for a fourth time. Candles, check. Proper scent and everything. The chalk lines on the hardwood floor were as perfect as I could make them, and I double checked to make sure there were no gaps in the lines. The additional lines in the middle for all the scrawls and sigils and markings were probably the worst. I reached beside me to the book I’d copied the design from. It was as good as it was gonna get. I looked behind me at my bed. I had everything else I’d need laid out there, the rope, the tools, the toys. I was going to make this work.
I was going to summon a demon, and they would submit to me.
My heart pounded in my chest and I ran a hand over the scar between my breasts. Stupid heart. Stupid but necessary surgery, leaving me with this symbol of a weakness I was born with. After tonight, I was going to make sure no one thought of me as weak ever again. I was going to tame a damned demon.
I pulled my hair back so I could look at the page in the book one more time. The latex bodysuit was tight and sweaty and rode up my ass a little bit, and the straps on my shoulders dug into my flesh, but the discomfort was worth it. Dress for the role you wanted, right? And I was going to domme the shit out of this demon. I stood in my knee-high black boots and held the book in front of me, looking at the circle one more time. All the candles were still lit. Why was I hesitating?
“Because you’re summoning a demon, idiot.”
I looked over the words on the page, mouthing them to myself. I was not an expert in this dead language shit, but I was certain I could make the correct pronunciation of this. I took a deep breath, placed my finger on the page by the first word, and started to speak in the strongest voice I could manage.
“Sket. Gropd. Tnet. Reaw. Lillit. Rectrit. Kilm. Cornt. Silic.” I felt sweat beading on my forehead as I continued and moved my finger to each new word in order. As I spoke, I noticed the flames on the candles were dancing more than they should be, like an ethereal wind was blowing them around. “Lillit. Reaq. Garc. Nurk.” The book was growing heavier in my grasp, the top of it feeling like it was weighing down my hands. I struggled to keep a hold of it. “Miex.” A hard breath. “Lillit.” Another hard breath and attempt to focus my eyes on the page. “Mizk. Talsi. Lillit.” I could feel the wind now, it was flowing up my bare legs. It tickled the short hairs around my pelvis, my organ tucked back under the latex bodysuit. My nipples hardened in the chill and I regretted maybe not wearing a full-bodied catsuit, but instead had my tits hanging out.
“Plik.” I choked out the next word and felt a warmth fighting the chill of the wind, a warmth that was filling me inside. It gave me strength and I found myself standing taller, gripping to book tighter, and the words in front of me shimmered and changed.
They became…English. But when I opened my mouth to speak them, English didn’t flow from my mouth. It was still the same dead language that I’d been managing. Bind. “Sket.” Feast. “Gropd.” And it went on until I was almost shouting each word into the air and the sigil at my feet glowed with infernal light “Tnet. Reaw. Lillit! Lillit! Lillit!”
I’m not sure what hit me first, the burst of light or the burst of force, but at almost the same moment I was both blinded and thrown across the room and onto my bed. My ears rang with the sound of the explosion or force or whatever had hit me, and when I
finally opened my eyes and could see again, I found myself staring at the ceiling. But there was a queer light flickering at the edges of my vision and I propped myself up on one elbow to look around the room and see what kind of damage I had done.
Then I noticed that I wasn’t alone.
I stared. Across the room, standing in the middle of the sigil, curiously unmarked by whatever had thrown me onto the bed, was a woman. At least, she was shaped like a woman. Her skin glowed red in the glow of the sigil and the candles that were still aflame. She was taller than me, almost by a foot, I’d wager. Long, dark hair fell down her back, a pair of red horns sticking up from the hair near the top of her forehead. Her eyes glowed as she looked around my tiny apartment, her ears were pointed and looked like they had piercings at the tips, and she was wearing almost a leather-like brassiere that didn’t cover her amazing chest. She wore matching underwear that had garters that attached to long, silky-looking stockings that still showed off the pointed claws on her toes. A tail with the spade-like tip whipped around behind her, as if it had a mind of it’s own and was doing it’s own once-over of the demon’s new home.
I slowly crawled off the bed, keeping my eyes on the newcomer. The latex moved with me like a second skin and as I stood I took a moment to adjust it over my girl cock. I didn’t want this first meeting to be ruined by the fact that I was amazingly aroused, just being around this…creature. This demon. I had to keep thinking of her like that or I might almost mistake her for human, aside from the horns and claw-like nails and the ears and just how sensual she looked without even trying.
Her eyes tracked me as I moved, and I couldn’t look away from the glowing red orbs with slit black pupils, much like a cat’s. Her mouth moved, not to make words but instead slipped into a sinister smile and I felt my heart pounding in my chest harder than it should have been. I took a deep breath, focusing on the air coming in and going out in a bid to slow it down. I didn’t want to risk a hospital trip while the demon was trapped in my sigil.
“It’s been a long time since someone was foolish enough to summon me.” Her voice was strong and smooth and traveled along my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I held my breath to wait for her to say something more, but she didn’t. She just kept watching me with those eyes, with that smile, and crossed her arms under her chest, making her tits stand out further.
I closed my eyes for a moment to settle myself, then looked around the apartment for the book. It would have her name in it, and I needed that to control her. I found it lying face down next to the circle, but as soon as I did she followed my gaze and saw it too.
“Why did you summon me, mortal?” She asked, looking back up at me as I slowly made my way toward the sigil.
“To prove a point,” I said breathlessly. Her smile turned savage and I fought the urge not to curse at myself. I hated sounding so weak. I took a breath and announced boldly. “And to make you my slave.”
She laughed. And not even a simple, sexy, laugh, but a full-on gut-busting roar that brought heat to my cheeks in embarrassment.
“You? Control me? I would pay much to see such a thing happen.”
I made it to the book and picked it up. I’d lost the page I wanted, but stood in front of the sigil as I flipped through it. “But I have your name here. You will obey me and be my slave.”
She still didn’t look impressed.
“I know it was here somewhere,” I muttered, flipping through page after page. “Here it is! Li—”
Suddenly she snarled and stomped her foot on the ground and another wave of force hit me in the chest and I was slammed backwards into the ground, the book flying from my hands. I lifted my head in time to watch, as if in slow motion, as the book hit the ground right along the outer circle of the sigil, marring the chalk completely.
“Oh shit!” I shouted but it was too late.
She lifted her hand and simply pointed. The rope I had on the bed, that I had planned on using on her, sprang to life and wrapped itself around both of my wrists, constricting them tightly as I cried out. The other end of the rope shot up to the ceiling and started coiling itself in mid air until it was taut, pulling me to my feet. I could barely balance on the heels, my arms straight up above me, right in front of the now messed up sigil. I found myself fighting to stay calm, but there was a tightness to my throat, my chest, my everything.
This felt kind of amazing.
“So nice of you to have all these toys laid out for me, little one,” she said softly, looking past me at the items I had laid out all nicely on the bed until I crashed into it. She lifted a finger again and the leather collar zipped into her clawed hands and she deftly undid the buckle, then fastened it around my neck. “Obey you and be your slave, mmh? That’s what you wanted of me?” She raised another finger and the item I was hoping she wouldn’t notice flew into her hand. “What an interesting device this is.”
She held the flat chastity device in her hand and turned it around and around, observing it from every side as I held my breath. Then she brought it down towards my crotch. With a swipe of one of her nails, the latex parted and my girlcock sprang forth, hard and leaking already. I refused to look down but I felt what she did, putting the parts where they needed to go, feeling the flat head of the device pressing against my girlcock as she forced it to fit how she wanted. I almost screamed in frustration and pain as I heard the telltale click of the lock and I saw the little key with it’s tiny ring on the end of her tail, drawing away from my crotch.
“That’s better.” She said with that same savage smile she’d given me earlier. “Funny that you thought you would be the one in control when you summoned me. With that adorable little girlcock…” She drifted off as she used her fingers to lift my chin and stare into my eyes. All the while I kept leaking and could feel it dripping out of the flat head of the chastity device.
My chest ached, but inside of me was a deeper, needier ache. I wanted her touch. I wanted her to play with me. To own me. But I couldn’t just admit that. Not after all I went through to do all of this.
“I…I…I…” I tried to find my words but my mind couldn’t decide if it wanted to say something or just moan with need.
She ignored my stammering and continued to stare past me. There were a handful more things I’d had on the bed, the ring gag, another coil of rope, and the large inflatable butt plug that I had imagined putting inside of her and making her squeal. She looked me in the eyes and I swear she could read my mind. And for all I knew, she actually could.
“Tell me you want this,” she said suddenly, with a tone that could almost be mistaken as…kind? “I hate to force things on people, after all. If I give someone the pleasure they so obviously crave, I like to do it with gusto.”
I stared into her eyes, my hair falling down one side of my head and caressing the top of my tit. I couldn’t look away. She was too much. “Y-yes.” The word fell out of my mouth before I realized I was even considering agreeing to what she wanted.
“Good girl.” She pressed her thumb against my lips and I opened for her. She slipped inside and I closed around it, sucking on the digit like it was the most delicious thing I’d ever had in my mouth. And it was pretty up there. She tasted amazing. I still couldn’t close my eyes, her gaze keeping me locked in place more than the ropes or the chastity device. “What is your name?”
I hesitated. To give up ones name to a demon was unheard of. Even I knew enough not to do such a thing. But those eyes, the things I saw in them, the things I saw that she wanted to do to me, had me in such a state I couldn’t think of a good reason not to tell her.
I felt something cold touch my rear and I squealed, her thumb disappearing from my mouth. She laughed as her other hand directed the butt plug with unerring accuracy into my ass, stretching me out as I moaned and leaked more into the puddle that was forming on the floor.
“Tell me your name, pet, and you can have this,” she said softly. “All of this. You can have me, not as you wanted, but how it was meant to be. As my pet, as my doll, my toy. You are mine, I only need your name from your mouth and I can give you everything you truly desire.”
“My-my heart,” I groaned, fear running through me along with the pleasure she was bestowing. I could feel it pounding in my chest, harder and harder.
“What of it? Is that why you summoned me?” She ran a finger down the middle of my chest, over the scar from my open heart surgery last year. “To prove a point?”
I managed to nod and her other hand made a squeezing motion. I panicked for only a second as I thought she was going to do something to my heart, but instead I felt the plug inside of me expand and I moaned again. She made this motion twice more and the plug expanded further.
“I will never harm you in that way,” she said. “You will live, you will thrive, and you will be mine. You will belong to me until the day that I tire of you. All you have to do is give me your name.”
The pump inflated again and I cried out, the familiar ache of something almost too large in there making me leak even further. She held out her free hand and the ring gag flew into it.
“Tell me, and I will give you everything you desire.” She examined the toy, a wide leather bound ring attached to a strap and buckle that could be locked with a padlock.
I couldn’t tell her how much I wanted to be gagged with that, could I? To be on my knees in front of her, unable to close my mouth as she shoved whatever she wanted to inside of me, inside all the holes I had.
“M-my name,” I managed to say and she used whatever powers she had to inflate the plug one more time. I cried out something that resembled my name, but she shook her head.
“Try again, toy.”
“M-my n-name is…” Was I really going to do this? Give a demon my name? Everything I’d read, everything I’d been told about doing this told me never to give up my name. But I hadn’t known it’d be like this. I caught sight of her tail again, the key to the chastity device still dangling off of it. And there was that. She could very well just keep that when she left, if she left, if I didn’t give her my name. And that wasn’t…I couldn’t…I needed some sort of release. I inhaled and took in the scent of her, of musk and brimstone and the sweaty release of sex. “My name is Emilie Rosalyn Strix.”
Her eyes glowed and her lips twitched but there was no other sign that anything awful was about to happen. “Was that so hard, Emilie Rosalyn Strix?”
I shivered as she repeated my name precisely how I had said it, intonation and everything. What had I done? Sweat poured down my face as my fear spiked and my heart sunk. I was hers now. Forever.
“Why the long face, darling? We’re going to have so much fun together.” She looked around the apartment with a sour look on her face. “Sadly our space is a little limited for our first time, but no matter. Soon enough, you won’t care.”
“W-what do you me—” I started to ask and choked on the last word as she shut my mouth with just her two fingers on my chin.
“No questions, just obey.”
I found myself nodding at her words and franticly tried to pull my wrists free or balance better on my heels, anything to get away from her in this moment. I needed to run, but she seemed to know exactly what I was doing and laughed.
“If you want to run and play hunt, we’ll have to do it another time. Right now I’m going to show you the wonders that being mine has in store for you.”
She reached above me and slashed with her claws, severing the expensive bondage rope easily with enough length that she could take it in hand and pull me along with her towards the bed. The rest of the rope fell from the ceiling and landed in a pile on the floor. I groaned but couldn’t bring myself to make any words.
“Don’t worry Emilie Rosalyn Strix. I’ll have something for you to put in that mouth in a moment. I plan on using my new toy.”
She pushed me down on the bed roughly and I cried out as my ass hit the mattress, pushing the inflated plug deeper. She laughed and waved her tail in front of me, the key still dangling from the tip. She moved it this way and that until my eyes were following, wondering what she was doing, and then she whipped it sideways and the key went flying across the apartment and hit the far wall.
“I don’t think we’ll be needing that for tonight, do you?”
I whined and she gave me a wicked smile.
“Be good, or I’ll never unlock you.”
She pushed me over, keeping my hands above my head, then joined me on the bed by straddling my abdomen. With a pull of the rope she had me sitting up and pulled my head towards her nipples. She unceremoniously shoved her breast into my mouth and I squeaked, before closing on the nipple and breast as best I could and I immediately started sucking. I closed my eyes and worked her nipple with my tongue, my teeth, my lips, everything. I played with it like I had something to prove, because did. I had given the demon my name, after all. Now I had to make sure to give her a reason not to get rid of me. Or at least to unlock me…
“That’s it Emilie, darling. Keep sucking.”
I did as she asked and kept going, kept sucking, when suddenly a sweet liquid flooded into my mouth. I gasped and tried to move my head but her hand in my hair was firmly pressing me against her, with no give.
“That’s right. Keep sucking. Drink it all up for Mommy.”
If I wasn’t locked up I swore I would have come right there, but all that managed to happen was a little more dribbling from the head of the cage. I sucked more, letting more of the demons…milk, I supposed, squirt into my mouth and I started to swallow as much as I could. It wasn’t overly sweet, lukewarm and a little sticky, and tasted a bit like milk-flavored water, but as I swallowed each squirt that ended up in my mouth I could feel a warmth building up in my stomach. A warmth I couldn’t explain, one that a tiny corner of my brain started to be concerned about, but the rest of me was too busy hoping to please her.
“Don’t worry, there’s nothing bad about my milk. I wouldn’t hurt such a good little toy like you—at least, not yet, anyways.” She murmured over my head. I could barely see her if I opened my eyes and tried to look up, but there was a savage smile on her face that told me I was playing right into her hand. But I had no idea what cards she was holding. “It’s addictive, sure, and it’ll do some interesting things to your libido, but it won’t harm anything.”
As if on cue, that warmth from my stomach began to spread, centering around my locked-up organ and my own breasts that were now aching to be touched, to be caressed and suckled and bitten and every other kind of sensation I could think of. The demon pulled me back and her nipple came out of my mouth with a little pop noise and she pushed me to her other one.
“Even it up for me, doll.”
I needed no further urging, suckling at this nipple with a fervor. The taste wasn’t the point, it was that warmth that my body craved, that feeling of ecstasy that roared through me from crotch to chest to my head where her hand was still tangled in my hair. I wanted her to pull it, to pull hard and make me cry out in pleasure as she did. I wanted her teeth on me, the sharp points I noticed on some of them surely to break the skin and give me the sensations my body was suddenly craving like nothing I had craved before.
“Good girl,” she said and I had to suck in air through my nose because I didn’t want to release her breast. So sexy, that. But I felt more than heard her give a soft chuckle. “Such a good girl. We’ll turn you into the biggest slut yet.”
I was drinking more and more milk from her when I felt the plug in my ass suddenly deflate. A second later it was slowly pulled out and I couldn’t keep hold of the breast as I gasped and cried out. I had used the plug before, but never expanded quite that much. I was stretched wide, and as I opened my eyes and noticed that the edge of her tail was somewhere behind me, I thought I knew what was about to happen.
I was wrong.
She moved down my body, settling between my spread legs and she took both legs and bent me in half. I squealed again as my boots hit my shoulder and my body protested the attempt to test my flexibility but I couldn’t get my mind around the words to even try to protest. She adjusted me to her liking, then pulled down her tight leather-like underwear to reveal a girl cock that was much bigger than anything I had in pretty much every way. I stared at it between my legs as she locked eyes with me and gave me that damned smile.
“Tell me you want this, doll. Tell me you want me to fuck you to within an inch of your life, and then keep going. Tell me you want me to split you in half.”
“P-please!” I could barely get out the single word, but she was asking for more than that. “Fuck me!” I cried. “Use me. Please! I’m yours!”
She needed no further urging. With her hands still on my ankles she thrust into me. She slid in without issue and that part of my brain that wasn’t quite completely enamored or filled with lust for her was wondering if her cock just happened to be self-lubricating, but I chalked it up to more demon magic and all other thoughts went out the window as she pulled back then thrust again. It took her three thrusts before she bottomed out and I could feel her scrotum against me as I cried out in pleasure. Whatever spot she was hitting in there was making it so hard not to come in my cage, and I looked down to see it dribbling more and more. She smiled and used her finger to scoop up some of my precum and put her finger in my mouth, forcing me to taste myself. It wasn’t so different from her milk, to be honest, which was something to realize, but it didn’t have that sweet warmth to it that sent tingles through my entire body. No, but her cock was doing that for me plenty well enough and I could feel myself approaching the edge even locked up.
But the demon somehow knew my body better than I did. She slowed down, easing her thrusts as she scooped up more of the ejaculate and put it in her own mouth this time, as if to get a taste of me.
“I don’t know if I want you to orgasm, little doll. Maybe I want to keep you like this, split down the middle on my cock, your legs in the air, that look on your face that’s begging for everything that I’m giving you.” She cocked her head a little to the side, staring straight into my eyes as if she really could read my mind. And I was beginning to believe she actually could. “But there’s still a piece of you in there that’s not succumbing to me. And that won’t do, darling. What is it in there that’s keeping you from giving everything to me?”
I managed to shake my head. “I don’t know!” I cried.
“Then lets try something else here,” she mused, tapping her fingers to her lips. She thrust into me again and I moaned like the slut she was treating me as. “Sweet hells, you feel so good around me, doll. You caress me in the right places, just tight enough to make me work for it but not so much that I can’t. Get. Inside.” She thrust three time in quick succession with her words and I couldn’t help but cry out as I swore she was deep enough to start bulging my stomach. I had to stare at it to make sure my brain was just imagining things.
Then I felt something wrapping around my throat. I gasped as I realized her tail had slipped in under me and was now coiled around me, and it was getting tighter and tighter.
“Save your breath, doll, you’re going to need it.”
I panted heavily as she kept thrusting and I tried my hardest to let myself feel the crest of my orgasm but somehow she was controlling that too, just be staring into my eyes. Then, suddenly, her tail constricted around my throat and I found myself unable to get any air at all. My eyes went wide and I could barely cry out as she thrust harder into me, faster into me.
“Yes. That’s the look I want on your face. The fear. The panic that you don’t know where your next breath is going to come from.”
She thrust harder and harder and faster and faster and I tried to scream but it only came out as a gurgle and my eyes fluttered as the world around me started to grow dark.
“You can come now.”
As if my body was asking permission my orgasm crashed over me and I screamed with whatever air I had left precisely at the moment that the tail unwound itself from my throat. I gulped in a breath and felt the tears falling down my face, knowing certainly that the little makeup I’d put on for all of this was nothing but a mess.
But we weren’t done.
“Good doll,” she said with a pat on my cheek. She slowly pulled out of me and I cried out as she did. She let my legs down gently, almost gingerly, and I groaned as my muscles resumed their usual positions in my body. “But don’t get too comfortable, doll,” she said softly, bending over to speak right in my ear. “We aren’t finished yet.”
I froze as she stood up and moved around the bed. I heard water running in my bathroom and realized she was cleaning up something. But what? That last bit of my brain was curious what she was doing, but I found I couldn’t move at all. Not for lack of trying, I was just worn out. I looked down at the cage on my cock, sticky and shiny with my come that had managed to leak out of it. There was more than I expected, and I wondered how much would have come out without the cage on.
“I can hear your brain running away with you, doll. I don’t approve. You just got railed by a demon, you should be a mindless husk for the rest of the night. What is it in you that you can keep thinking clearly?” She asked as she reappeared in my vision, a wet cloth in hand, wiping it up and down her massive girl cock.
“I…I’m sorry,” I cried out. I wanted to be braindead for her. I wanted to be able to be nothing but her doll, her toy, but my stupid brain wouldn’t shut up. It wanted…more. More of what? I had no idea.
“Do you want me to break you, little one? Break that pathetic human mind of yours and make you useless for even pretending to be a human being anymore? Would you be happier being a mindless slave for me? A husk for me to rebuild again and again in whatever way I desire?”
Something in what she was saying rang true in me. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, break me. Break me and put me back together wrong. I want more. So much more. I want to be your slut, your whore. I want to be nothing more than a fucking cumrag for you to use and discard at your leisure.” I shook my head, honestly not sure what I was saying anymore. “I want you to own me in every way possible, and be nothing but your faithful toy.”
Her eyes flashed with something akin to joy, like she had just won the fucking lottery or something. She crawled onto the bed, picking me up with ease and pulling me down onto her lap. I nestled beside her still hard girl cock and looked up at her, pleading.
“You are an absolute delight, Emilie Rosalyn Strix. The one who gave you my book must’ve had it out for you, the way I usually treat those who summon me. But you were intriguing.” She chuckled. “And you thought you could enslave me? The Mother of Demons?” She outright laughed. “Oh darling, you have no idea what you’ve unleashed on this world.”
“I don’t care,” I said quickly, my eyes not leaving her cock. “This world is shit. Maybe a little demon is what it needs.”
“Maybe a bit more demon is what you need, doll.” She motioned with her hand and I needed no further urging. I climbed over her long legs and took her into my mouth and started going down on her.
She was thick, she was big, and I swear she only got bigger and thicker the longer she was in my mouth. I could barely take her three quarters of the way before I hit my throat. Then her hand was on my head and I didn’t have much choice in the matter but to take her deeper and gag and choke on her.
“My faithful toy, you say? You want to be nothing but a toy for me?”
I bobbed my head up and down on her cock in an affirmative as much as her hand would allow it.
“There is such a world that you have no idea what you ask for, but I will give it to you. As my first and favorite toy. Until I decide to discard you.” She was panting while she talked and I could feel her body becoming more rigid as she got closer. “A cumrag, I believe you said. Sounds good to me. I’m going to load you up with my seed, my milk, all of me until you are so addicted that you will panic when you are more than a few feet from me, desperate for your next fix. I will make you a pathetic, mewling excuse for a human, and you will love me for it.”
As if this talk was getting her off she pushed and pulled my head faster and faster until she cried out and I got a face full of the demon’s come, first in my mouth, then on my face as I gasped.
“Don’t you dare drop any. I don’t want it going to waste.”
I closed my mouth around her again as she kept ejaculating and found I needed to swallow to keep my mouth closed around her. Like her milk it went down my throat and into my stomach and brought with it that warmth and need and I could feel my breasts aching and my girl cock writhing in its cage.
“Clean me up,” she said and I went to work with my tongue, ignoring the shot of cum I’d taken over my face even as a bit of it dripped over my eye. I cleaned it as best I could, then looked up at her only to see her smile with her pointed teeth. I curled up next to her, breathing heavily, exhausted from everything.
She patted my head softly and I looked up at her, trying to show her my adoration with just my look. Then she nodded.
“You’ll do, toy. You’ll do quite nicely.” She let me curl up into her and wrapped one arm around me. “Tonight, you get soft Mommy. Tomorrow, I break you.”
I blinked blearily up at her and gave her a smile, feeling the come on my face drip down and I tried to lick it up. Her words echoed in my mind.
Tomorrow I break you.
I couldn’t wait.