Demon, Chapter 1
My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee! This one is loosely related to "The Seeker" series.
** Demon!, Chapter 1**
** By William W. Kelso**
*I stood in the warm evening air and looked at the gravestones at my feet. It was the old family plot, and the two newest stones both had the same dates of death on them. "Lucile Brewster, Beloved Wife, 1984-2009, Catherine Brewster, At Rest, 1987-2009." My wife Lucy and my sister Cathy, both murdered five years ago almost to the hour. Their "crime"? Wearing the wrong colored clothing while passing through a gang's "territory". They were found six days after they disappeared where they had been dumped in the basement of a vacant house in a neighborhood that had once been nice, but had been destroyed by gangs and drugs. All the decent people had left years ago. They had only been dead for about a day when their nude bodies were found, and both had been brutally raped and tortured. Lucy was 25, Cathy was 22. Lucy and I had been married less than six months and she was three months pregnant. I was the only surviving relative and had buried them on the same day with maybe ten mourners attending. *
The authorities "caught" who did it with relative ease, but due to no witnesses and "lack of evidence" they couldn't hold them. The bastards had used my wife and sisters credit cards and two had been caught in their car in Mexico. The Mexican courts refused to extradite those two, and they all had "alibis" provided by other gang members or relatives. They got off Scott Free with the help of powerful lawyers paid for with drug money, and an overworked police force that just didn't have the time to pursue the matter. Everyone was "so sorry". Those scum destroyed the only three things I had left I my life, my wife my unborn child, and my little sister. Raped them, tortured them, and then killed them like dogs and threw them away like trash when they got through. And I swore that they would not get away with it, no matter what I had to do. I was the only one who cared.
*I didn't have much money, but did manage to find a private investigator that sympathized with me and did a lot of work "for whatever you can afford buddy". He found out quite a bit, but nothing that was "admissible" in court. Since I was a "nobody" who didn't have connections, or money for fancy lawyers, the cops didn't want to reopen "cold cases". The private investigator even had tapes and confessions from people who had overheard gang members bragging about the two "white bitches" they'd had "fun" fucking before they "offed" them, and laughed about how they'd whined and begged. They said the "bitches" had showed them "disrespect" by wearing another gangs colors in their territory, so "deserved" what happened to them! As if scum like that even knew what the word respect meant. There was a ray of hope when a former girlfriend of one of the gang members had agreed to turn evidence because her conscious had been bothering her, but they found her headless body a few weeks later. I paid for her funeral, and was one of the only mourners. She had been sixteen years old with no one else to care. I thought about hiring someone to kill them, but didn't have the money, I thought about doing it myself, but knew I wouldn't have a chance. I might get one or two, but then I was sure the authorities would rush to their defense and I'd get life in prison for being a "vigilante". Five years had had passed now and it looked like nothing would ever be done. And in the meantime their murderers roamed free and committed more murders and crimes with apparent immunity. It was wrong and it was eating me alive. *
I stood and looked at the two headstones with fresh flowers on them, flowers I came and left once a week. And I felt total despair and rage that I had not been there for them, and couldn't even do anything to avenge them. I felt like a total loser and worthless example of a man because I had let them down in every way. I even thought about killing myself, but was too much of a coward. I drove away all my friends, lost my job, and was slowly becoming a drunk. Even though it was stupid I blamed myself, thought it was my fault. When they needed me most I hadn't been there. Then I got a break of sorts, and I felt hope for the first time in years. Hope that maybe I had found someone who could give me justice; and I would be the instrument of that justice. That it would damn my soul for eternity meant nothing to me.
One of the few people who had truly sympathized; and cared about what had happened, owned a small antique store Lucy and I had frequented when we were dating, got engaged, and then married. Lucy liked the dimly lit shop with all the strange curios and smells, and she always swore we were being watched, and when I heard skittering sounds in the rafters I thought, yeah, by rats. I even bought the wedding ring there; the same ring a gang member had pawned after cutting it from Lucy's finger, a finger they never found. I had seen Lucy looking at it more than once, it was beautiful Victorian wedding ring with alternating diamonds and rubies set in white gold with a large center diamond and matching engagement band. It was expensive, but I'd scraped and saved and Vivian, the lady that owned the store, had refused the last payment when I went in to pick it up. She had just smiled and told me she was glad it had a good home. After the deaths I'd wandered into the store a few times as I had taken to haunting the places Lucy and I used to frequent, maybe hoping to see her ghost or refresh good memories. It hadn't worked. I had been staring into the case the ring had been in when Vivian had given me a simple elegant business card, and said "This lady might be able to help."
The card said simply "Madame Marian, Spiritual Advisor and Consultant" and that was all except for a phone number. I almost threw it away; I didn't need a fortune teller. I'd already been to "grief counselors" and talked to the priest at our church who gave me the "God moves in mysterious ways" line of crap. I had lost all my faith soon after Lucy and Cathy died. What good was a God who would let something like that happen, then let the murderers walk away and live lavish rich lives? "They'll be judged in the end" didn't work for me either. I had judged them, found them guilty, and now only the sentence remained to be carried out. But finally I decided to give her a call, it's not like I had anything to lose, I'd already lost everything. I soon found out she was exactly what I was looking for, and was much more than just a crystal ball reader or fortune teller.
I was already well on my way to an all night drunk when I called her, and if Vivian hadn't vouched for me I'm sure she would have hung up. But we made an appointment, and I kept it.
I sat down at the table and looked across it at the imposing woman. It was hard to tell her age, but she was still quite beautiful in a rather austere way. She had a huge black cat that hung around the room; and the thing creeped me out the way its eyes stared at me. She offered me tea, which I refused, and then got right to business. She gave me a small smile, and said,
'Vivian has told me a little about what happened, and I am truly sorry, there is so much evil in this world. But what is it you think I can do for you?"
And you know, she really did sound sorry, and I found myself liking her. So I told her everything. About the monsters and what they had done, the useless authorities, and how I would do anything for revenge and too see that justice was done. And I found myself crying again for the first time in over a year, and she came around the table and held my shoulders while her cat rubbed against my legs.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to lose it." I said as I finally stopped crying.
"I do not mind, said Madame Marian, you had much to cry for, and to vent one's grief is a healing process. Do you truly mean you would do; give anything, to right this wrong?"
"Oh yes, no matter what the cost. If I can kill these bastards I would gladly go to prison for the rest of my life. I would try, but am afraid I wouldn't get them all before I was killed, or stopped."
Madame Marian smiled briefly, and said, "Man, I do not know exactly what Vivian has told you, but I must ask you this. Would you give your soul for what you desire? I am a Sorceress, and I have demonic contacts who could arrange what you desire, but their price is high."
And you know, looking in her face and eyes I believed her, every word. I had no doubt she was exactly what she said she was, and that she could "arrange" that for me. But it wasn't enough.
"Yes, I said, my soul is already dead anyway, I have nothing to live for. But I must be the one who kills them, I want to see the die, I want to tear the life from their bodies and hear them beg and scream like my wife and sister, I want to make them feel agony. If you can arrange it so I can do this you are welcome to my soul."
Madame Marian gave a sad sigh, and replied "Yes, I think there is a way that can be done. But first I must consult with my Patroness. She may be able to give that which you desire. But do you understand what I mean when I say you give up your soul? You will be damned as a result, with no going back or appeal."
*I nodded my head, and said "Yes, I'll do that. Do you need me to pay anything; I'm afraid I'm short on cash, but I can sell some things and raise some more by selling the equity on my house." *
Madame Marian replied, "That is not necessary, my Mistress will reward me well enough for delivering a soul to her. But think again on what you ask, this is not a small thing, and is forever."
I said, 'When can we do this, do I have to sign a contract in blood or something?"
*Madame Marian chuckled, "Oh no, that is only in the movies." Then she became grimly serious again, "Man, if you truly wish to do this thing then return here tomorrow at dusk. By then I will know if what you desire is possible. I have never done this before, not in the way you want." *
Madame Marian watched as the man got in his car and drove off. She smiled as warm paw like hands began caressing her shoulders. "Well Brutus, what did you think of our visitor?"
Her familiar, who had taken on his large more human like form that looked very much like a bipedal black panther, gave a low rumble, and said,
"I feel sorry for him Mistress, to suffer such a loss when so young. I could smell the helpless rage in him, it tears at his soul."
Marian replied, "You never cease to amaze me my love, to show such sympathy for a mortal is sweet of you. I agree, his rage is horrible, so much hate. But his hate is a righteous hate. Come my pet, we will contact the Mistress this evening and see what she can offer this poor man."
"Muuuurrrrr, said Brutus, sex magic? Huurrr?"
*"But of course my love, isn't that the best kind?" Marian replied as the paws moved from her shoulder to her breasts and gently kneaded them through her blouse, her nipples already hard. *
Marian moaned in pleasure as her familiar serviced her, thrusting into her with steady strong strokes, his deep purrs of pleasure helping arouse her even more. The deep rumble coming from his chest was the most erotic sound she had ever heard, and she never tired of it. She had to concentrate to cast the spell and activate the pentagram to give Mistress Vulva access to her world, even if only for a few hours. There was the usual billow of reddish smoke, and the large figure revealed slowly stood up and folded her wings.
"Hello Marian, hisss, having fun as usual I see. Hiss, hiss, hisss." Said the Demoness with a lusty hiss.
*"Ugggh, greetings Mistress, I, oh, oh, oooh! Have a proposition for you, a possible soul acquisition. Ugh!" *
Vulva ran her forked tongue over her fangs, well this certainly sounded interesting! Smiling, she replied,
*"A virgin, hisssss?" *
Yes, that would be nice, Vulva thought, it had been awhile since she'd added to her collection of "Pets", and hopefully she would get another Hell stud for the breeding pits.
*"Alas, ugghhh! I fear not Mistress", Marian gasped as Brutus began to thrust faster. "I, uh, uh, am afraid it is, ugh, a, ugh, mans soul, but not virgin. OHHHH! Aaaaauggghhhh!" She gasped as she orgasmed. "Um, ahhh, but it is freely offered with no, uh, uh, UGH! conditions requested so long as he, UGH, is able to have his, oh, oh, oh, revenge against those who, UGH, killed his family." *
*Then she had to lay her head on the bookstand and close her eyes and gasp as Brutus brought them both to a second orgasm. "AAAIIIEEEEE, UGGGGH!" *
*Vulva watched in delight as Marian writhed in sexual ecstasy as her familiar humped her while she was bent over the bookstand holding her spell book. The familiar looked at Vulva and gave a smile, running his large rough tongue over his fangs, and began fucking Marian harder, who appreciated it very much from the new volume of her moans. Vulva felt herself start to get wet; the familiar WAS a handsome male animal. Maybe she could get Marian to share? But not now, maybe later. *
*"Very well, said Vulva, I can arrange to bind a demon to his service for a short time, and when his revenge is accomplished it will drag him back to Hell with it." *
Pet will enjoy a short vacation, Vulva thought, and will get to bring souls back with him. Everyone gets what they want.
"Umm, I am sorry Mistress, you misunderstood me, the man, GASP, ohhhh, he wants to kill the, ugh, murderers himself. Uh, uh, UH, Oooooaaahhhhh!"
Marian shrieked as a third orgasm racked her body and Brutus yowled in pleasure.
Yes, thought Vulva, I have definitely got to try that cat out! She reached down and fingered her increasingly wet vagina. It was SO nice to deal with an acolyte that takes her duties so seriously! But this was an odd request, usually she dealt only with virgin souls, which she corrupted and turned into demon slaves to serve her. But still, a soul was valuable property, virgin or not. And in her own way she even approved of the human males motives, revenge tempered by rage and hate was a powerful force. She could not rape a virgin; at least not technically, but she did seduce them to the point they willingly gave her their virgin seed, and after that they were hers, body and soul. So long as they did it of their own "free will" it was legal, and no matter how pure their soul they became demons. She had no control over the forms they took as the virgins became whatever type of demon they were best suited for, but they were very powerful. And while she preferred virgins because they were so much more powerful, if a normal human male willingly coupled with her she could also change them, but into whatever she wanted. But it must be willingly, she could not rape a soul unless it was already in Hell. But her type of Carnal Demoness preferred "willing" partners; it was much more enjoyable that way.
"Indeed? Vulva said, hiss, interesting. I must admit I do not receive many offers of a soul so, hiss, willingly given. Very well, tell him that if he will, hiss, couple with me, then I will, hiss, give him the power he seeks. Hiss. And in exchange, he becomes my slave for eternity. Hiss. Those are the, hiss, terms."
*"Yes Mistress, aaahhh! Replied Marian, I will tell him, and if he, ugggghh, agrees then I will summon you, UGH, again tomorrow night. "UH, OH, uh, uh, aaaaaahhhhhaaaiiieee!" *
Marian closed the pentagram just as she was coming for the fifth time, her clawing hands almost tearing the pages of the spell book. Being serviced while summoning and treating with her Mistress was not absolutely necessary, but she and Brutus enjoyed it as much as the demoness enjoyed watching them. And being the acolyte of a powerful Sex Demoness meant she and her familiar were quite insatiable, much to their mutual delight. She was several hundred years old, and Brutus had been with her most of that time, and he never failed to pleasure her. Not that she didn't have other partners, she did, quite often, but he was the best by far. Part of her agreement with Vulva was that her body remain young and nubile, which had been no small incentive when she sold her own soul so long ago. Her five hundred year contract would be ending soon enough, and she both feared, and looked forward to, joining her Mistress in Hell. Vulva had promised her sexual pain and pleasure beyond imagining, and Marian had to admit it sounded interesting.
Madame Marian looked out the window as the man's car pulled up. Right on time, good. She had the pentagram ready, and she and Brutus met the man at the door, and she told him what he would have to do if he still wished to go through with what he wanted, and what would happen to him.
"Man, Madame Marian said. I will summon a demoness from Hell, she is my Patroness. I will bind you to an altar and you will have sex with her as she seduces you. In coupling with her you give her your body and soul, and she will change you into a demon, and you will be her slave for eternity. But first you will have one year of "freedom" on earth to accomplish your desire for revenge. Then in one year you will be sent for and join her in Hell. Once started, once I have summoned her, this cannot be stopped. You may beg and scream, but once she has you it is for good. Do you understand? No redemption, no heaven, you will never see your loved ones again. Do you wish to do this thing?"
I had thought about it, long and hard. But I felt I could never face Lucy and Cathy again; in heaven or anywhere else, unless I did something. But what she said about having sex threw me a little bit. I had been celibate since Lucy had died, have never even looked at another woman, had never even pleasured myself. I didn't know if I could even give the demoness what she wanted or not. But yes, I did want this; I wanted to watch and feel the monsters die by my own hands.
"My loved ones are all dead, so yes, let's do this. But I, I'm not sure if I can, um, perform." I said.
Madame Marian smiled, and said, "I will give you a potion to help, but I doubt if it will even be needed. You will understand once you see Mistress Vulva, few can resist her, uh, charms. Very well then, follow me. And do not be alarmed by what you see as I will have a, um, partner to help me with the summoning."
I soon saw what she meant by a "partner" when that huge alley cat of hers suddenly stood up and turned into a manlike upright beast in the blink of an eye. It smiled at me, then turned and took Madame Marian's robe as she took it off, and she was nude underneath! She had a beautiful voluptuous body with large firm breasts, narrow waist, and wide hips. Her mound was nicely raised and topped with a full thatch of dark curly hair, and her pinks lips peeked out. And she showed no shyness or modesty at being nude in front of a stranger. I had already taken the potion she'd given me, and it worked fast. I was rock hard in a few seconds, and looking over I saw the catman was too and he was huge. He smiled at me and cupped his balls, and I looked away and blushed. I was no stranger to sex, but this definitely not your usual "romantic evening" and bestiality had never been my thing. Madame Marian smiled at me, and said,
"Thank you for the compliment, maybe later? Who knows? Now take off your own clothes and come over to the altar. We must summon the Mistress soon as this will take some time, she likes to, um, play with her lovers."
Play? I thought, what the heck does that mean? Of course I was having second thoughts, but decided since I'd already gone this far I'd go through with it. My desire to avenge my family was as strong as ever. I took off my clothes, folded them neatly out of habit, and hopped up on the altar, which felt strangely warm and greasy to the touch. Madame Marian and her "pet" quickly attached heavy padded leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles and I was soon eagle spread and helpless, stark naked with a rock hard erection.
I watched as Madame Marian leaned against a bookstand and flipped the pages of a book while her catman ran around the pentagram and lit the black candles. Then he ran around behind his Mistress, and putting a hand on the back of her neck, bent her over, mounted her, and started fucking her! Holy crap, I thought. And I mean he FUCKED her, ramming himself in so hard she was raised to her tiptoes every time he thrust, and from the sounds they both loved it. I felt pre start to drip from my dick as it was a very erotic sight to say the least, the huge hulking black furred catman humping the beautiful woman. Between gasps of pleasure she read what sounded like gibberish to me, and then made a gesture, and I was no longer alone in the pentagram. Oh God, I thought, what have I done?
There was a puff of red smoke, and when it dispersed there was a rather large figure standing next to the altar. At first I wasn't sure what I was looking at, it almost appeared to be someone wearing a poncho or raincoat, but when it opened its wings and folded them there was no doubt what it was. No natural creature had ever looked like that; and no natural creature ever been so beautiful in such an erotically sensuous way. She was the most beautiful and desirable female I had ever seen, and she terrified me to the depths of my soul. I looked at Madame Marian and screamed,
"No, I've changed my mind! Please, I don't want this anymore!" I begged as I pulled at the cuffs helplessly.
"I'm, ugh, ohh!, sorry, Marian replied, what has been done, UGH, cannot, UGH be undone. Awwwwuugggghhhhh, gasp! Ohhhhh. You belong to her now."
I watched as the demoness slowly walked down the length of the altar towards me, running one clawed hand along the surface, a hand that then slid up my leg to my thigh as she smiled down at me."
"Madame Marian, please! Oh God please!" I begged. "Don't let it have me!"
Vulva winced at the "G" word, but since the man was inside the pentagram the power of that utterance was greatly reduced. Still it annoyed her. She smiled down at the helpless naked man, and was pleased he was fairly well endowed. Running her forked tongue over her fangs, she cupped his balls, and said,
"Invoke that name again man and I will tear off your manhood. You will still be my slave, but will spend eternity emasculated. Or perhaps I will make you a female, would you like that? Hiss?"
"Please, I said, don't hurt me. I didn't know it would be like this, please let me go."
Vulva smiled, "I think not man, hiss, but do not fear, I WILL give you pain, but it will be sexual pain AND pleasure unimaginable. And per our agreement I will give you that which you, hissss, asked for in exchange for your body and soul. Hiss. Now let us begin, hisss, and get better acquainted."
*I looked at the beast as she spoke to me in a lisping sibilant throaty voice, then gasped as she cupped and gently squeezed my balls, and I could feel warmth radiating from her hand. I could see her from the waist up, and her lithe figure was covered in patches of small scales and a scattering of dark reddish brown fur. She had the most perfect breasts I'd ever seen; full and firm with large nipples and aureoles, and the scattering of fine scales and tuft of fur in between them just made them even more perfect. Her head removed all doubts as to her origins though, it was a combination of goat and lizard, and she ran a long black forked tongue over fangs that would make a lion jealous. She had curved horns like a ram, large ears, and black unruly hair that hung over her forehead and ran down her back almost like a mane between two huge clawed bat like wings. And of course she was nude except for a gold band on one arm and some rings in her ears. And she had the most incredible green and golden-yellow reptilian eyes with vertical pupils, emotionless eyes that stared into your very soul, and I had no doubt that anyone else who had ever been as close to those eyes as I was now had lost their souls to them. And I had no doubt my soul was no longer mine as soon as those eyes had seen me. I was suddenly aware of a strong; but pleasant, smell of burnt cinnamon, a heady sexual musk unlike anything I had ever smelled before, and my already rock hard cock began to throb its need. She was the epitome of sexual desire, but of a more primitive animal kind. *
"You're, you're so beautiful" I gasped as she fondled me.
Vulva was pleased with the compliment. Oh, many had told her she was beautiful, and she knew she was. She was the essence of sexuality as males desired it, it was what she was, sexual lust personified. But that a human male in this position gave it meant it was a true compliment, so she decided she would be gentler then she had originally intended. She bent over to give the bound man a better look at her breasts, and gently ran a claw down the length of his rampant erection, and said,
"Thank you man, I am glad you find me desirable. Hiss. That is good as it will make you enjoy our mating more. I know I will enjoy it as it is rare I have a living human male for a "lover". Hiisssss, now, what form shall I give you? Let me see, hmm, hisss. Something fast and strong, able to move quickly and silently, something with wings. Yessss. Something powerful with natural weapons suitable for what you have, hiss, in mind for your enemies, something that will make them, hisss, ssuffer." Vulva suddenly smiled, and licked her tongue across her lips, and at the sight the man moaned. "Yesss! I know, perfect! Hissssss! Now, let us conclude our bargain man, my loin's ach for you, hissss!"
With another hiss Vulva hopped up on the altar with a snap of her wings, then folded them again as she crouched over the cringing man. But she could smell his lust, his desire for her, and it fueled her own. Despite what she was, and that she was thousands of years old, she never tired of sex. She needed it like others needed alcohol or drugs. But she was not an addict, it was her life, it was what she had been born for. And of all her partners living human males were her favorite, she loved to corrupt them and make them her slaves and fellow demonkind. For her it was like drinking a fine wine as she drained them of part of their souls and replaced it with part of her own dark soul thus changing them and binding them to her for eternity. After that exchange they could no longer remain human, and the change to demonic was irreversible and very painful, but she tempered that pain with sexual pleasure which helped to make it less agonizing. And in her own way she loved her creations, they were after all a part of her. Despite what she was she was not needlessly cruel, everything she did had a purpose.
I turned my head and looked at Madame Marian one last time to plead with my eyes, but her own eyes were squeezed closed in pleasure as the catman was still energetically fucking her. He smiled at me again, and licked his impressive fangs, and with a sob I turned my head back to look at the beautiful beast that was crouched over me.
Vulva crouched over the man and lowering her muzzle sniffed at his body and enjoyed the scent of his maleness and arousal, smelled his desire for her even though he was still terrified, which just made his scent stronger and headier. She thrust her nose between his legs and took a deep sniff, and licked his balls and cock with her long black forked tongue, and his pre was salty and sweet. She wrapped her tongue around his cock and slowly slid it up and down the slick length, and the man's body shuddered. Vulva smiled to herself. Yes, he was hers, body and soul. She would enjoy herself very much.
Because of my position I had not been able to see the rest of the demoness's body until she jumped up on the altar and straddled me. She had the muscular fur covered digitigrades legs of a goat, ending in cloven hoofs. What surprised me most was the long; clearly reptilian, tail that lashed back and forth behind her, and the bands on the underside continued up between her legs onto her belly and the top of her tail had a covering of bristly fur and it ended in a spear point shaped barb. But it was the dark red lips of her sex that drew most of my attention, and as I watched those lips smacked in anticipation, and my penis began to throb even more in its desire to plunge between those beckoning lips and find the pleasure they promised. Pleasure and pain, damnation for eternity. Nooo, please, I begged in my mind, even as my body betrayed me and helplessly I gave in to my basic animal lusts. I gave a moan of pleasure and lust as she bent over me and sniffed my body, her tongue flicking in and out. She buried her muzzle in my crotch and I felt her hot breath, and then her tongue on my balls, and then it started to stroke my shaft. Oh Goooodddd, I thought, as I gasped in pleasure. No! I don't want this, it's so wrong!
Vulva tongued the man for awhile, enjoying his taste and smell, but she did not want him to come yet. Oh no, she would not allow that to happen for awhile yet, she wanted to play with her new toy. With a final gentle lick she stood up and him have a good look at her, and reaching down she spread the lips of her sex, and hissed in pleasure at his reaction as he saw the multiple sets of lips lining the inside of her hungry vagina. She could feel her juices flowing and dripping from her lips to land on the man's stomach like drops of rain. She gave a growling hiss of lust, and began to lower herself onto him as he stared with widening eyes, and the smell of his own growing lust was delightful. She would take him slowly, would bring him to the brink time and time again until he begged for release. She almost came just thinking about the incredible pleasure they would both experience.
I stared in fascination as the demoness spread the lips of her sex to reveal more sets of labial lips lining her vagina as deeply as I could see, and that wet gaping sex was drooling, drops of fluid dripping onto my rigid body, and the thick drops soaked into my skin and tingled. She gave a guttural hiss of lust and started to lower herself onto me. I could only watch helplessly in growing lust as she smiled down at me, licking her lips like she was hungry. And indeed she was, for my soul. I tried to tear my gaze away from her beautiful body, but was unable to; I had never seen anything more horribly desirable.
*Vulva paused and ran the tip of her tail between her legs and gently wrapped the soft tip around the base of the man's penis, and standing it upright guided it into her vagina as she mounted him, and as his hardness filled her and her pussy eagerly sucked him inside she growled in pleasure, letting her own weight impale her. She ground down taking him to the hilt, and then leaning forward began to rock back and forth, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her saliva dripping on his chest as she licked her lips. Mmmm, he was delicious. She liked the way he bucked and sobbed under her weight. *
I wanted to close my eyes or look away, scream in terror or beg for mercy one last time, but could only stare in fascination as her lips swallowed first the head, then shaft of my aching penis, and our pubic hair merged. She was hot, wet, slick, and I could feel all those lips sucking at me as they caressed my erection and it was the most fantastic thing I had ever felt, and I sobbed and gasped in pleasure and tried to thrust up into her as she started riding me. And I gave myself to her, body and soul, there was nothing else I could do.
Vulva gave a grunt of pleasure as the man started rising to meet her own downward thrusts, gasping and moaning. She leaned further forward so her breasts would rub against his chest, his sweaty flesh felt good against her hard nipples and she leaned forward a little more so she could take her nipples in his mouth, and she hissed in pleasure as he sucked and licked them. He was proving to be a most acceptable partner; sometimes they just laid there and screamed, which was always annoying. She much preferred cooperative and energetic partners, even if they were terrified. She pulled back with a smile, and then leaning forward again pressed her muzzle against the man's lips and he opened his mouth for her tongue and she gave another hiss of pleasure as his own tongue wrapped around hers. Yes, most acceptable. She stared into his eyes and could see his terrified soul staring back at her. You are mine, she thought, to do with as I will. She began to speed up the rhythm of her thrusts. Soon, she thought, soon.
*As she ground down on me I thrust upward desperately, wanting to go as deep as possible into that amazing embrace, wanting more of the incredible pleasure she was giving me. She leaned over and let her rubbery swollen nipples first rub against my chest, then brought them in reach of my eager mouth and I tongued and sucked them while she hissed in pleasure. Some part of me deep inside was screaming at me not to do this, but I ignored it as I only cared about the incredible female using me for her pleasure, I desperately wanted to satisfy her; and myself, more than anything else I'd ever wanted, and when she pressed her black rubbery lips against mine I opened my mouth and welcomed her tongue into it. It slid around inside my mouth pausing to caress my own tongue, and then slid down my throat as I licked and caressed it with my own tongue. She hissed again, and suddenly began to speed up the speed of her downward thrusts as I strained to meet them, and I found my eyes locked with hers, like a snake with prey. I looked into those terrible beautiful eyes and gave her my soul willingly, and she smiled in approval. *
Vulva could wait no longer, she had hoped to draw out their first coupling for a while longer, but the man's cooperation had its own effect on her and she found herself desiring release sooner than expected, he was proving to be a very enjoyable lover. So she ground down harder and faster, her eyes locked on his, and when she reached her climax she roared into his mouth even as he was screaming as he ejaculated deep inside of her as he came. And she reached into his soul through his eyes and took what she wanted and replaced it with part of herself; his eyes brimming with tears of agony as she did so, and then she watched as the flames of Hell kindled in his now inhuman soul. Kindled and began to burn brightly as a new demon was born.
"Ummmfffff, ugghhhh, ohhhguuuudddd!" I screamed into her mouth as I came and came, I had never experienced such a long lasting, pleasurable, or powerful, orgasm. It was sheer agonizing ecstasy, but then the pleasure faded to be replaced by nothing but agony as I felt something torn from deep inside me, only to be replaced with something else. Something dark and malevolent, that began to spread through me as I felt myself start to change. And the screaming was just starting, and the agony lasted forever.
*Vulva kept grinding down on the writhing bucking man, his struggles growing stronger and more desperate as he changed. First his eyes changed, becoming as reptilian and emotionless as her own, the eyes of a demon, in his case red with green pupils. He bit his lips and blood flecked his mouth, but the wound quickly healed as his face began to change, his jaws pushing out slowly as razor sharp fangs pushed through the gums in his gaping screaming mouth, his now forked tongue lolling out of one side. Fine black scales spread across his chest and head, and suddenly he broke the heavy cuffs binding his wrists and reached up and grasped her waist with twisting hands as his fingers grew longer and razor sharp claws pushed out of the tips. He gave a snarling hiss of lust as he began to thrust up into her, powerfully and brutally, and she could feel him lengthening and thickening inside of her as his penis grew and changed its shape. Vulva threw back her head as he ran his forked tongue over her breasts and hissed in pleasure. Yes, he was MOST acceptable as a partner, both as man and demon. She grunted in pleasure as he thrust into her again, most acceptable! *
She was grinding down on me again and the pleasure was incredible, but so was the pain. I screamed as I felt my body warping and twisting, moaned and sobbed as my head began to change shape and I felt my skull warping and flowing like soft plastic. I tried to beg her to stop the pain, but could only hiss and snarl and scream. I felt my hands and feet cramp and spasm, felt my penis growing larger and penetrating her deeper and deeper as I began to thrust into her again, and the pleasure returned and grew and helped temper the pain until my hisses and screams were as much ones of lust and pleasure as agony.
Madame Marian watched as the brutal coupling in the pentagram ended, then started again as a new demon was created before her eyes. She had seen this before many times over the centuries when she had sacrificed the required virgins to her Mistress, but it never failed to arouse her. And even though Brutus had already brought her; and himself, to several amazingly pleasurable orgasms she wanted more. And with a snarl he gave her what she wanted and soon she was gasping as she approached yet another orgasm.
*The new demons thrusts grew more and more powerful and she felt his forming tail wrap around her own, caressing it. His new head had almost finished taking form, his long narrow fang filled jaws "smiling" up at her in a permanently fixed grin, and even when that terrible mouth was closed fangs still showed jutting up and down the length of his jaws, but it was open now as he snarled and hissed in pleasure in between shrieks of pain. The only movement on his muzzle was a slight lifting of his narrow hard lips and his eyelids and nictitating membranes as they opened and closed. Large nostrils marred the tip of an otherwise smooth snout covered in fine black scales and pebbled hide, heavy brow ridges protecting his red and green eyes. He closed those eyes and gave a shrill hissing shriek of pleasure as he experienced his first orgasm as a demon and as he convulsed he almost threw her off his climax was so powerful, and Vulva grunted in pleasure of her own as he spurted powerfully and triggered her own orgasm. Then the new demon began to claw at her desperately and gave little squeals of pain, and Vulva, knowing what was happening, dismounted from him and rolled him over, which was easy to do as he had ripped free of his ankle restraints as well as they had struggled and writhed together. She jumped off the table and gently held his contorting body as bulges on his back burst to release his new wings, at first wet and soft, but quickly swelling into fully formed clawed bat like wings like her own, but unlike hers his had claws on both the tops and the bottoms of the wings framework of bones. After his wings stopped growing he lay draped across the table making little hissing sobbing noises, his wings dragging on the floor as he was too weak to fold them yet as he tried to understand what had happened, was still happening, to him. *
I thrust into my mate as hard as I could, and ripping my arms loose from their bindings I grabbed her waist as my fingers cracked and reformed, and licked her magnificent breasts as I thrust up into her as she ground down on me. My sense of smell was overwhelmed with her lovely musk and the scent of female pleasure. The pain continued and sometimes I had to stop and scream, but only briefly as I had eyes only for her. I felt something push out from between my spine, something I could move and I wrapped my tail (?) around hers as it pushed out from my body and grew longer. I realized I was looking at her down the length of a long narrow snout covered in scales the color of obsidian that reflected the dim light of the candles. I ran my tongue over jaws lined with fangs, and felt them and realized they were part of me. Something inside wailed in terror as I felt the changes continuing, both the pain and pleasure continuing to increase to unbearable levels. I pulled by legs loose as the leather cuffs holding them snapped, and kicked and flailed at the air as my mate kept grinding down on me, and then I grasped her close as I climaxed, and opening my mouth gave a shrieking hiss that hurt even my own ears it was so loud and I convulsed brutally from the agonizing pleasure of my orgasm. I fell back, gasping, but then felt a horrible painful swelling on my back, like a huge boil or cyst. With a hissing squeal I tried to roll over and claw at the pain on my back, and she rolled off of me and helped me, and I lay shuddering as I felt the pressure become unbearable, then suddenly ease with a wet ripping feeling, and I felt something growing out of my back, felt new muscles forming and bunching. I closed my eyes and gritted my fangs and whimpered as the pain gradually faded. Then it was gone and I felt, different. Not awkward or uncomfortable, just different. And so very strange.
*Finally I braced myself and opened my eyes, not knowing what I would find for sure. I knew I was different now, something new, but I was still ME too. I lifted an arm and looked at the powerful scale covered limb that ended in long muscular fingers with extra joints ending in deadly looking four inch curved black talons as black as my scales, all except the thumbs which had only one short joint ending in a talon. A line of claw like spikes or spines lined the underside of my arms from my wrist to my elbow, each slightly longer than the previous, the ones on my elbows being several inches long. It was obvious I no longer had functional opposing thumbs, there was no way I could hold a pen or effectively or a small or delicate instrument of any kind. They were the hands; or paws, of an animal. My new hands shaking I raised them to my long narrow hard snout, and felt along its length, could feel the jutting fangs even with my jaws tightly shut. With a hiss of despair I looked down at my body, and that was the worst. My powerful chest tapered to compact hips supported by powerfully muscled digitigrades legs bent in a permanent forward leaning crouch to counter balance my long tail, thick at the base but tapering to a narrow tip. I could move the tail, whipping it from side to side, and the tip ended in a wicked looking barb and a line of spines flowed down the ridge of my back to its tip, but it wasn't as prehensile as my Mistress's. *
My Mistress? Yes, that is what she was, somehow I knew this, and I also knew I was hers now, and would be a loyal and obedient slave without question, and was somewhat surprised to find that it didn't bother me very much. If felt, well, right, natural for something like me. I raised one of my large feet and looked at it. Three long thick toes ending in four inch talons, each wicked and hooked, with another even larger one jutting up at an angle that I could bend back and forth with an even larger hooked talon, and a smaller toe and talon on the back of my ankle, if you can even say the bird like foot had an ankle. My body was covered in black scales and pebbled hide, and the only thing not black was the dark blood red membrane between the bones of my wings, and a red crest running from the top of my head to the tip of my tail that looked like thick wiry hair that grew around my dorsal spines, and I could raise and lower it like a birds crest. I looked like a cross between a bat and something like a raptor lizard, but no dinosaur had ever looked like the thing I had become. I could feel the power in my muscles, and knew I was something very deadly, very dangerous. I gave a sad hiss, and raising my head I looked at my Mistress. I opened and shut my jaws trying to speak, running my thick forked tongue over my fangs and gums. "Grrwwllsss, ah, ah, hisss, whasss?"
Vulva watched as the new demon assessed himself and tried to understand what he was now. She could almost feel his emotions. Fear, uncertainly, confusion, realization, despair, and finally acceptance. She was not without sympathy for her creations, and knew the shock could be hard. But he was a magnificent specimen of the type of demon he had become. He looked at his hands and arm, felt his fang filled snout, looked down at his body and over his back at his wings, his large narrow head weaving on the its long neck. Sleek, deadly, beautiful. Then he looked at her and tried to talk, but had trouble with his new vocal cords. But finally he managed understandable words, said,
"Missstreessss? Wats am I? I feel sssooo sstrangz."
Vulva moved closer and gently stroked the lizard beast's snout; and he hissed in pleasure. She brought her tail around and gently stroked his tail, and his hisses became deeper.
"My lovely slave, you are a Slayer, hisss, one of the most deadly of all demonkind for one of your small size. Your talons and fangs can tear through even the toughest of hide or scales, hiss, you can literally shred steel. And your powerful jaws can bite through anything you can fit in them. Your kind were created to be able to kill even other demonkind, hiss, your scales are invulnerable to even power blasts, and the membrane of your wings cannot be penetrated, you can even withstand the Light of Heaven. HISS. If injured you heal even faster than other demonkind. You have powers most demonkind do not, and are one of the enforcers for; the bodyguards of, Hell's elite. You are used to punish transgressors. Even those many times your size can not stand before your fury. There are not many of your kind, and most are female, so you will be welcome. Hiss. But come and pleasure your Mistress, hissss."
*As my Mistress stroked my snout and began to caress my tail with hers I felt a stirring in my crotch. It suddenly occurred to me I hadn't seen my penis since I'd finished changing, and looking down at my apparently smooth crotch I watched as a slit that was almost invisible began to open and the head of my penis pushed out as it responded to my Mistress's gentle attentions, I couldn't see my balls either, but I could feel them swelling inside of me, it felt good. I watched as my penis grew longer and thicker, over a foot in length and very thick. It basically resembled a human penis, but the glans was more pointed and the shaft tapered more, and as it reached its full length some raised ridges and small knobs suddenly bulged out from the sides. As I stared at what was jutting out from between my legs the tip of her tail suddenly snaked between my legs and wrapped around my erection and gently squeezed, and a large drop of thick shiny pre formed on tip and I gave a deep snarling hiss of lust and pleasure. I felt all my thoughts turn to one thing; to one need that over rode all others. The need to mate, to mount this female, and I had never known such intense lust. I raised my head and looked at my Mistress hopefully, pleadingly, panting from my need. I gave a moaning hiss of lust. *
Vulva smiled as she saw the result of her attentions. Mmmm, yess, very nice, she thought as her newest slave became aroused. As he looked at her, lust in his eyes, she smiled again, and turning away she leaned over and braced herself against the altar and lifted her tail,
*"Yesss, my pet, come and mount your Mistress." *
*He didn't waste any time, and as she felt his weight slide up her back she gave a loud squeal of pleasure as he penetrated her and starting thrusting powerfully. No foreplay, no delay, no tenderness, this was pure demonic sex at it best. She snarled and hissed in pleasure as he gently bit her neck to pin her, and took his time servicing her. Oh, yesssss, my pet, she thought, that's it! I will enjoy training you in the carnal arts, oh yessss! *
When my Mistress lifted her tail and presented herself for my services I didn't hesitate, I had never know such lust before. My whole body was quivering with my need. My intelligence faded to be replaced by bestial lust. I mounted her with a growling hiss and began humping her with steady powerful thrusts, and leaning over I bit her neck to pin her, being very careful not to break the skin. I had no doubt that if I wanted to I could decapitate her easily with one bite, but the very thought horrified me. No, I could never hurt her; I would die to protect her, willingly. I looked up at a human woman I vaguely recognized and a large cat like creature that were also mating, but the woman looked almost comatose and the cat was panting heavily, his eyes closed as he serviced the human female. I found myself wondering what it would be like to mate with the human female; it would probably be most enjoyable. Then I had to close my own eyes as I neared orgasm, hissing through my fangs as my whole body shuddered in ecstasy and my Mistress screeched in pleasure. But after coming I paused only briefly, and then with a snarl began coupling with her again as my lust was far from satisfied. And she had me service her for quite some time, which I did so enthusiastically, the incredible pleasure driving me on.
*As her new slave dismounted from her Vulva licked her fangs in satisfaction. He had pleasured her well, and with a little training would be an accomplished sex slave. But that would have to wait; much to her disappointment, as dawn was fast approaching and she must return home. But he would stay behind; the bargain had been that in exchange for his body and soul he would have one year of freedom in which to take his revenge. When that year was up she would claim him for eternity. She would be looking forward to that day. *
*Finally I was spent, even my bestial lust satisfied, at least temporarily. As I dismounted from my Mistress the realization of what had happened to me came back tenfold and I had to lean against the altar to keep from collapsing, my wings sagging as I panted heavily, my mouth open. What have I done, what have I done to myself, I thought. Finally I lay the top of my head against the stone of the altar and tried to ignore reality. *
Vulva stretched and opened her wings with a snap, a good mating always made her feel so invigorated. Then she folded her wings and looked at her new slave. He looked almost pitiful, his wings dragging and his head resting on the altar between his arms, his talons scratching at the stone and leaving deep grooves. Again she felt some sympathy for the distressed demon. But he had asked for, and she had given him, what he desired. She said,
"Slave, come to your Mistress, there is, hiss, that which I must tell you before I must leave you, hiss, for now."
I raised my head at the sound of her voice. Leave me, like this? With a sad hiss I went to her as I had been called, and could not refuse, did not even think about refusing. I crouched submissively in front of my Mistress and she stroked my brows gently. I realized I didn't want her to leave me; the thing I had become recognized her as its Mistress, but also its protector and keeper. It knew she would take care of it. I felt building panic at the thought of being left alone like this, and with a soft hiss I pressed my head against one of her warm furry legs.
Vulva took the terrible snout in her hands and looked deep into the lovely red and green eyes of the Slayer, eyes that looked back at her in adoration, but were also scared and sad. Eyes that only another demonkind could look into and understand the feelings they reflected. She said in a low soft voice as he rubbed his head against her legs,
*"My slave, I must leave you soon. Hiss. You have your year in which to reap what revenge you desire on those who wronged you, hiss, and I wish you success. Make them suffer for the horrible things they did, show them no mercy as they do not deserve it. Because you are newly changed I can give you the power to, hiss, resume your former human appearance to some degree. Hiss. You will be able to change, hiss, between the two forms for a year. Merely concentrate on the form you wish to take. But as time passes it will become harder to, hiss, take the human form, and that form, hiss, will be less human with every change. This will enable you to, hiss, move about easier in the, hiss, human world. A world, hiss, you must understand is no longer yours. Beware of certain holy symbols, holy water, and sacred ground such as churches, hiss, graveyards, and others. Hiss. These can harm you. And there are those, hiss, who will know you for what you now are. Hiss. And I will send one to collect the souls you take, for they will be, hiss, mine since you are my slave. Madame Marian will explain more, and will be your, hiss, confidant during your stay on this plane. Hiss. And now I must leave you." *
Vulva started to turn away, but felt her slave grab her arm. She turned back with a surprised hiss, but felt no anger at the liberty he took when he pressed her hand against his snout and she saw the fear in his eyes. She stroked the top of his snout with her other hand, and said,
"Do not worry my slave, hiss, the time will pass quickly. It will also give you some time to, hiss, grow used to your new form, and perhaps to take care of some, hiss, final business. Most who become mine usually do not have, hiss, that luxury. And should you need help there is, hiss, one I can send to assist you. Like you he was once human, and is, hiss, in a way your brother. I think you will, hiss, like him. He is, unique."
*Vulva looked at Madame Marian, and smiled when she saw the large cat had finally worn himself out and his head was resting on Marian's shoulder as he slept. Marian looked just as tired, but quite happy. *
Vulva said, "Close the pentagram now, hiss. I must return home. Take care of my new slave as best you can, and aid him in any way you can, hiss. Explain things to him, and be patient. Hiss. He will be, confused, for some time. As promised I leave you a treasure of gold and gems for your service, hiss, and your magical abilities will be improved and added to by the spell scrolls I also leave. Hiss. Your Mistress is pleased with you. Of my human sservants you are the most accomplished."
*As my Mistress disappeared from the pentagram and left me behind I gave a hiss of sadness and loneliness. I wanted to go with her so badly. I looked down at my horrible body, and not being able to stand the sight of it I closed my eyes and concentrated as she had told; and shown me in my mind, and felt my form shrinking and grunted from the discomfort, but it didn't last long. When I opened my eyes I was human again, more or less. My pot belly was gone, my body lean but not ripped, and in a few places on my legs and back were small scattered patches of vestigial black scales and a short two foot long tail hung down behind me and I appeared to be sexless except for a vagina like slit between my legs, but I was still very much male. I leaned against the altar again and sighed, my stubby tail slowly whipping back and forth. *
Madame Marian watched as Vulva talked to her new slave, then after conferring with Vulva briefly she shut the pentagram and ended the summoning. It would be dawn shortly and it would have closed on its own, but it would be painful to her Mistress if the pentagram was shut by "natural means" such as sunrise. Then she watched as the new demon shuddered, and his body shrank and flowed into his old human form, at least partly. Nude it was obvious he was not human, but in clothing he could pass for one easily enough. She gently woke up Brutus, who was still hard and inside of her, and after he dismounted she approached the demon that was leaning against the altar. She reached out and touched his shoulder, then recoiled slightly when he turned and looked at her with red eyes with vertical green pupils, eyes that were most definitely not human. She remembered how bright his blue human eyes had been, and felt sadness for the poor damned creature.
I looked up as I felt someone's hand touch my shoulder, and saw Madame Marin flinch as I stared at her. She was still nude and I felt a stirring inside my vent, but controlled it. Now was not the time, and I was still satiated from servicing my Mistress. I looked at her, and said in a sad voice,
"Am I really so horrible to look at?
Marian blinked, and replied, "I am sorry; your eyes took me by surprise. I should have realized they would not change, that is the one thing a demon cannot change about their appearance, even the most powerful. Their eyes always give them away. We shall have to get you dark glasses before you can venture out."
I looked at a hand that looked pretty much human, the only difference from my old ones was maybe the fingers were a little longer and the nails thicker, but otherwise they appeared human. Then I just stood and stared at her, not really thinking about much of anything as I was still in shock. This was all so very strange, I was still having a hard time accepting it.
Madame Marian waited politely for a few minutes, and then said, "Well, it is done and we are finished here. My familiar and I are exhausted and need to sleep. I have an extra bedroom you may use if you wish. Later I have some things I must tell you. What do you wish to do?"
I blinked, and realized she was talking to me. I shook my head and said,
"I'm sorry, I was distracted. Yes, I would like to lie down; I'm tired and have so much to think about."
As we walked towards the stairs Madame Marian paused as Brutus put her robe back on her naked body. I looked at my own pile of clothes and hesitated. They seemed somehow, wrong, unnatural. Things like me didn't wear clothes. But I knew I would need them, at least for awhile longer. I picked them up and smelled them, but the scent on them was strange to me. Finally I just tucked them under one arm and followed the Sorceress and her familiar; who had returned to his smaller form. I could smell the scent of their mating and again felt a stir in my vent, but just ignored it as I had no interest in her for now. But maybe later? She was a desirable female.
*Madame Marian took her unusual "guest" to the spare bedroom and told him she would wake him later if he wished. He just sat on the edge of the bed, thanked her, and still naked lay down on top of the covers and seemed to almost go into a trance as he stared at the ceiling with those horribly beautiful emotionless eyes. So she left him there and went to her own bedroom for a hot shower and long rest. *
Marian showed me to a large bedroom with attached bath and left me there. I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a very long time. I heard her take a shower and a short time later it grew silent and the only sound in the large old house was a grandfather clock ticking away and softly chiming every quarter hour. I can't begin to describe the thoughts running through my mind. I still felt so strange, and, lost? I found it so hard to believe this was real, that I was no longer human. I recognized everything around me, knew what it was, and could hear noises from the street with my now incredibly sharp hearing, but it all felt strangely alien, like I didn't belong here. The rising sun began to shine softly through the thick drapes over the window, and I found myself instinctively fearing it. I knew it could not harm me, but I still feared it, feared to be revealed in the bright light as I was a thing of the dark. But the angle of the beams did not reach the bed, so I stayed where I was. I raised my hand put it over my face. Oh, what have I done, I thought for the thousandth time. Please forgive me Lucy, I love you so much. Finally I let my arm fall back by my side, closed my eyes, and fell asleep because even my kind needs rest.
You would think that the damned would be spared nightmares, that they wouldn't even have the luxury of dreaming. But that is not the case, and the nightmares we have are horrible beyond description. We ARE the stuff of nightmares, so think about what would terrify us, think about it. In my dream I was walking down a dark tunnel towards a door, and the sounds of pain and sex came from the other side. I opened the door and two women were bound over chairs being raped by two men each while others waited their turn. The men who had been forcing their penises into the women's mouths climaxed with grunts of pleasure and stepped back, and the women raised bruised and battered faces to me, cum dripping from their lips, and begged me to help them. They were my wife and sister, and roaring in rage I attacked the rapists, but my claws just went through them like mist and they just laughed and kept raping the women while I watched and could do nothing as my wife and sister kept begging me to help them. The rapists took turns until they were spent, then two women put plastic bags over the women's heads and laughed while they slowly suffocated. I tried to tear the bags off but like the men my claws just went through the bags. Somehow I knew I was seeing their last few hours of horror and torture before they died. As they stopped gasping and became still I threw my head back and screamed and screamed.
Madame Marian woke with a start, and Brutus gave a deep growl. The most horrible sound had woken her, and it came again, a wail of pure anguish and grief that no human throat ever made. She knew who it had to be, and the terrible wail came again. Getting out of bed she put on her robe, and she and Brutus; now is in large form, went down the hall to the door of the guest room. She listened at the door, but the sounds had stopped. Carefully she opened it and looked inside, Brutus at her side. The dim sunlight coming through the drapes illuminated the room well enough for her to see. The demon had taken on his true form and was crouched on top of the bed and was holding his head in his hands and hissing and sobbing. The mattress had been torn to shreds, and fluff and feathers from a pillow filled the air. Then the demon, sensing her, raised its head and looked at her, its eyes glowing brightly, and Marian sucked in her breath and stepped backwards. There was nothing human in that gaze, only pure malevolence and pure utter hatred. And with a hissing roar the demon launched himself off the bed in a great bounding leap, it's mouth gaping and arms spread to rend her, and she threw up her arms even though she knew it would do no good to offer such a feeble defense. There was no time to cast a spell.
I woke up at some point as the ghosts faded away, but my hate and rage remained. I held my head and tried to calm myself, it was only a dream, a horrible dream, I said over and over. The suddenly I realized I wasn't alone anymore, and raising my head I saw a figure silhouetted in the door, and without even thinking I attacked with a roar of hatred. I wanted to kill, to tear at the ones who had taken everything I had loved from me. But before I could close with my intended prey a dark form slammed into me and knocked me flying, and grappling we rolled across the floor in a hissing, shrieking ball of flailing limbs and flashing fangs, talons, and claws. I felt my adversary's claws and fangs raking across my scales, but they did no damage. With a scream of anger I threw him off of me, and then bending over him even as his hind paws clawed at me, I picked him up by the throat and pinned him against the wall, and started squeezing. His struggles began to lessen and he gave a loud mewl of pain and gasped as he tried to breath. I stared into his yellow eyes with my own, and gave a hiss of pleasure as I squeezed even harder.
Madame Marian cried out as she was suddenly thrown to one side as Brutus pushed her out of the way and launched himself at the attaching demon. His charge knocked them both down and they tangled and a mass of screeching roaring fangs and claws. The demon threw the familiar off, and before Brutus could recover the demon had him pinned against the wall by the neck. Marian raised her head and saw Brutus struggling helplessly in the demon's grip, his struggles growing weaker as the demon choked out his life. With a weak cry she staggered to her feet and running over she grabbed one of the demons arms and it turned its terrible gaze on her, its forked tongue licking over razor sharp fangs in its gaping maw as it snarled at her. But Marian didn't let go, and said.
"Please! Don't hurt him, he's all I have, I love him, Please!" Tears running from her eyes.
I could see the light starting to fade in my attackers eyes and prepared to squeeze just a little more and snap his neck, when suddenly I saw movement to one side and another attacker grabbed my arm. With a hiss I turned to look at the new attacker with both of my eyes, my jaws wide to snap. I saw a small human female looking at me with wide terrified tearful eyes, and she spoke to me and I understood her. I blinked a couple of times and felt my rage fade, and suddenly realized what I was doing. I looked in horror at the large catman I had pinned to the wall, and with a shriek I let him go and he slumped to the floor. The female knelt down beside him, crying, and cradled his head in her lap. Oh, oh no, what have I done? With a shriek of self loathing I turned and ran from the room.
Marian cradled Brutus's head in her lap and gently stroked his face as he struggled for breath. He had almost died to save her, and she couldn't have lived with that knowledge even though that was part of his duties. She loved him far more then just as a familiar, he meant everything to her. At the last second the demon had closed his eyes, and when he opened them again the glow and rage was gone and only horror remained. He had dropped Brutus, and with a screech had run from the room. When it was obvious Brutus would recover she rose to her feet and went in search of the demon. She knew she had nothing to fear from it now.
*I ran through the house desperately looking for a place to hide, someplace suitable for me. Finally I found the door to the basement, and tearing it off its hinges I leaped down the stairs in one long bound and ran to the altar in the pentagram and crouched down behind it. I took on my "human" form as soon as I could, and lay against the side of the altar and cried. I wanted to go home; I wanted my Mistress to come for me. I didn't belong here; I had almost killed those who had helped me. I in no way considered what had happened to me their fault, in their own way they had been kind to me. I was dangerous, and couldn't control my demonic side. *
*Marian followed the signs of the demon's passing, which wasn't hard. Shattered doors, walls gouged by talons, and other damage. Finally she came to the basement, the heavy door torn from its hinges and thrown to one side like balsa wood. Such power, such strength, she thought. Carefully she walked down the stairs, and at first the basement seemed to be empty. Where could he have gone, she thought? Then she heard the faint sound of crying. She realized it was coming from the altar, and walking over she looked behind it and the demon was curled up on the floor with his back to the altar and was crying softly, his body shuddering. She felt a sudden pity for the creature and knew he hadn't meant to harm her or Brutus, and that he was horrified by what he had almost done. She crouched down next to him and gently touched his shoulder, and he turned to her and the next thing she knew she was holding him while he cried and huge sobs racked his body. She realized with something like horror that he was crying tears of blood, his face and hands dripping with it. But she held him close to her and did her best to comfort the grieving creature. She looked up as Brutus came over and squatted down beside her and gave soft mews of concern for her and the grieving demon. She knew Brutus bore the demon no grudge or animosity, that he sympathized with the creature. *
I felt soft gentle arms around me as I cried and wailed. My body; part human and part demon, had been unable to produce normal tears, so it had compromised and I shed tears of my own blood even though I wouldn't realize that until later. For now all I knew was someone cared, and that I had been forgiven, and that meant more to me then I can ever say. And when I was finally able to finish venting my grief for what I had lost, my family and my humanity, the human and demonic parts of my mind and soul had combined much more, and I felt a terrible resolve. But also knew I would be able to control myself from now on, and my few friends were safe from me, at least for now. I was horrified at first to find Madame Marian's robe soaked with blood and thought I had injured her somehow, but calmed down when I realized it was my own. My face and arms were dripping with it and there was a small puddle on the floor, but it just didn't bother me and hadn't hurt any, at least physically. In a shaky voice I said,
"Thank you. I'm so sorry for what I did, what almost happened. It won't happen again, I'm, different, now. I can control it. Please believe me when I say I mean you no harm, please forgive me."
Marian wiped at the demons face, but all she did was smear the blood around more. It was the color of rubies and had an oil like consistency and was very thick and viscous. She would have to save some for her spell ingredients, demon blood was very rare. She smiled at the apologetic creatures, and replied,
*"You stopped yourself at the end, which is all that matters. I know how hard that must have been. I bear you no ill will; and I do not think Brutus does either. If anyone can understand your rage it is he, for he is a demonic being himself, thought not a powerful as you." *
I looked at Brutus, and he just nodded at me and smiled with a mouth full of sharp fangs. But it was a friendly smile, one demonic being to another, and said no hard feelings. I felt humbled by that forgiveness, and very grateful.
Because of what happened during my demonic rage I decided to go back to my own house for now. I did not want to risk losing control again, though I was pretty sure I could control myself for now. I was learning to adjust, and accept my new "abilities". Before I left Madame Marian told me a few things I needed to know, mainly about what to avoid. Like my Mistress had told me, stay away from churches and graveyards, avoid crosses & Stars of David, etc. Pretty much no brainer stuff for a demon. But I was surprised to find that since I wasn't branded yet there were those who might try to capture and bind me to their own service, despite my deal with Mistress Vulva. Had my Mistress branded me I wouldn't have been able to stay here for now, so basically I was "feral" and it was open season on me. But the chance of running into another sorceress or warlock powerful enough to bind me was pretty much nonexistent. After our talk I took my leave, but waited until night as I just didn't like the sunlight. I used to lie by a pool for hours soaking up the sun, now I couldn't stand it. Another measure of how much I was beginning to realize I had changed.
Madame Marian watched as the car started and the demon drove away. She closed the door and turned to Brutus and gave him a hug. She smiled at him and said,
"You silly cat, you almost lost all nine of your lives today. Maybe I should keep you in a cage?"
*Brutus didn't say anything, just hugged her back in his strong warm arms and purred. He was glad he hadn't been destroyed too, but he would have gladly died if it had given her time to escape. *
*I drove back to the small house Lucy and I had started to renovate after we got married. I pulled up in the drive and got out, and gathering the junk mail and bills from the mailbox I shredded them and threw them in the trash. I didn't need to worry about stuff like that anymore. I passed the closed door to the main bedroom; I hadn't been able to bring myself to sleep in the double bed we'd shared since her death. So I had moved into the small "guest" room I had started to turn into a nursery. The wallpaper had fairy tale creatures on it and bright balloons and other designs, and a Barney the Dinosaur stuffed toy looked at me from a corner with blank button eyes. I stripped off my now ruined and bloodstained clothes and threw them in the trash, and took a shower with the hot water turned on full blast. The steaming water felt cool on my skin as I washed myself off, the water swirling down the drain turning dark red for awhile. I didn't bother to dry off as I was dry in a few seconds, the water turning to steam. Nor did I put on any clothes; I didn't like having anything touching my body. I got on the phone and called the private investigator that had helped me before, and asked him if he could get me the most current known locations of the monsters that had destroyed my life. He was more than glad to help, and he sent me an email with what he knew. I scanned it quickly, and smiled as my teeth lengthened into fangs and gave a hiss of anticipation, crouching over as my wings erupted from my back and my tail pushed out. Two of them were right here in town, and as it was early evening yet there was no time like the present. I exited through the back door, and with a short running start leaped into the air with powerful flaps of my wings. I had never flown before, but somehow I knew what to do, and it was glorious. I narrowly missed the power lines running down the street; that would have hurt, but after that had no more mishaps. As I flew through the night air I did loops and rolls, shrieking in delight at such freedom. Then I started flying straight and level, and headed downtown to an area I knew well. There were ten people on my list, seven men and three women. All members of the same gang; all marked for death. I knew each one as well as I could without ever having met them. I had their complete criminal records courtesy of my helpful investigator, and had the most recent available photos. I would recognize them instantly, anywhere. And as I had marked them I would be able to; literally, smell them too once I was close enough, the scent of prey. And once I had their scent there was no escape, not from me. *
I knew about a club in an old warehouse that was a gang hangout, so I swooped in low over the area and landed on the roof, light as a feather. Loud raucous music came from the club and I could smell sex and drugs. I hid behind the bright neon sign on the roof, my dark scales invisible in the dark night. Hid and waited, and was rewarded as my luck held. After a couple of hours two people came staggering out of the club, and it was "Chico" and "Tina" as they were known to the gang and police. Chico was the head of the gang's local branch and Tina was his "bitch", every bit as vicious as he was. The fact she was a woman would give me no pause. There was no "chivalry" left in my soul, male or female, they would all die by my talons and fangs. As they got in their Ferrari I took wing again, and followed high enough to take me out of the lights of the busy streets. My night vision was excellent, to me it was as bright as a sunny day and I had no trouble keeping them in sight.
Eventually they arrived at one of the gangs "safe" houses, but not from me. The fact they got there without causing an accident was a miracle as they were obviously high and/or drunk. There didn't appear to be anyone else home as there were no lights on when they arrived, and I couldn't sense, or smell, any other humans. I smiled, saliva dripping from my fangs, perfect! I watched until the lights came on, and finally they all went off except for one. I had been perched on the top of nearby telephone pole, so I hopped off and glided into the overgrown backyard of the house. I looked through the lighted window and they were both in bed fucking. Good, soon she would have a new "lover". I had listened to a tape of her bragging about how she had strapped on a dildo and made the white "bitches" beg for more. Well, I wasn't going to use a dildo, and I doubted if she'd beg for more. I felt a stirring in my vent and the start of a horrible lust. In my previous life the mere thought of rape sickened me, but the thing I was now no had no such qualms, and it was only fitting the punishment fit the crime. I watched for awhile longer, and they certainly seemed to be having fun, but that was about to end. I was going to crash the party.
*I walked to the back door and it wasn't even locked, not that it would have made any difference. I paused in the kitchen and looked at a large stack of money on the table along with a counting machine, the profits from destroying people's lives. I hissed in anger, there was more money there then I would have made in a lifetime. I didn't care about money now though. I walked through the house to the bedroom, the door was open so seeing that as an invitation I just walked into the room, and walking up to the bed I "smiled" at Tina over Chico's shoulder and waved my fingers, and her eyes widened in shock, then fear, then terror. *
*She screamed and Chico; startled, pulled out and started to get up, so I helped him. I picked him up by the back of the neck with one hand like he didn't weigh an ounce, and walking over to wall I held his against it. He tried to scream or say something, but my hand around his neck prevented him and he just made choking noises. I opened my mouth and licked his face almost tenderly; the smell of his terror was sweet. Then I reached up with one of my feet, and hooking the sickle shaped talon on my second toe in the skin just under his breastbone I slit him open down to his crotch, and with a twist emasculated him. My claw was so sharp; and I did it so fast, he didn't even realize what was happening at first as I felt this hot wet entrails spill over my legs and feet, and at the scent of fresh blood I began to drool and realized I was hungry. Time to eat. I let him slide to the ground, and he screamed when he landed in the pile of intestines and blood that had spilled from his gaping wound. Then I crouched down, and he screamed again as I started eating, shoveling his guts into my mouth and hissing and slobbering with pleasure. I love Mexican food. When I finished with the intestines I stuck my snout inside of him and ripped out his liver and other organs, throwing my head back to swallow as I can't chew. Tina had been screaming and I really wished she'd shut up, I would get to her soon enough. Chico was in shock now and no longer making any noise and I knew he was dying, but I didn't let him. I kept his soul in his body as I wanted him to feel everything. Finally I stuck my snout up under his rib cage and ate his still beating heart, then as the light faded from his eyes I opened my mouth wide and crushed his head like an egg, biting it clean off, and then spit it out at Tina's feet, or what was left of it. A black vortex that only I could see opened in a corner of the room, and I hooked his rotten soul with one hand and threw it through the portal to my waiting Mistress. I could sense she was pleased. *
*As I looked at Tina she raised a large automatic and shot me nine times in the chest. It felt like someone was tapping my chest fairly hard, and the bullets made clattering sounds as they hit the floor. I shook my head, and shaking a finger at her made a "no-no-no" gesture. I felt my vent stir, and my penis came sliding out, and was soon hard and rampant. I was well fed and full, now for some pussy. Tina looked at my jutting erection, looked at me, and screamed. She tried to run past me and out the door, but I just grabbed her with an arm and threw her on the bed. Then I grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, and leaning over I pushed my snout between her legs and ran my tongue inside of her vagina, mmmm, nice and sweet and well lubricated. She was petite, but had full firm breasts and a large mound with protruding pink lips. I felt my lust increase even more, and with a snarling hiss I mounted her and started fucking her brutally. I felt my penis penetrate deeper and deeper as I lunged into her, felt it push into her cervix and then her womb. Finally I hilted and she screamed and clawed at me as I humped her as hard and as fast as I could. And I enjoyed it immensely, grunting and snarling in pleasure as I brought myself to orgasm after orgasm, and she even had some too, her heels drumming against my legs as she squirmed and writhed underneath my lunging body. Pulling out I flipped her over and took her in the ass, wanting her to feel what my sister and wife had felt. I was a little disappointed as I wished I had two cocks so I could "gang-bang" her, but solved that little problem when I spied a large dildo lying on a table next to the bed. So while I fucked her with my cock I used the dildo on her other opening. I raped her for hours, the demon I was now enjoying every minute, and she was a good fuck. Energetic and strong, and she struggled the whole time, but you know I think she enjoyed it to some extent; at least she got several orgasms out of it. She stopped moaning and started screaming again when I bit off first one, then her other, nipples. Then I carefully slashed her with my claws, all over her body, fucking her the whole time. On her rump, thighs, chest, face, and arms and legs. I did to her exactly what had been done to my wife and sister. I had seen the autopsy photos, and she suffered exactly what they did. No more, no less. Of course for her it lasted only a few hours, not days, so I was more merciful then they had been. And I think she knew somehow; maybe even understood why, when I slipped a plastic bag over her head and kept fucking her until she suffocated and went limp. Then I grabbed her soul and threw it into the waiting vortex, and again my Mistress was pleased. I stayed and ate some more, but it would soon be dawn, so reluctantly stopped my feeding. *
*I gathered up the money in a pillow case as I left the now silent house. The screams and gunshots had attracted no curiosity from the neighbors; no one had called the police. It was that kind of neighborhood. Before I left I torched the house, using my controllable body heat to start a fire by merely touching furniture and drapes as I exited. I took the large bag of money to a nearby Salvation Army depot and flung it through the front door where it landed at the base of the night attendant's counter. Then I flapped off into the night. *
*I flew to the cemetery and crouched next to the two graves for awhile, my head bowed, then flew home. I couldn't stay very long as the consecrated ground began to burn my feet, but it was long enough. I took on my human form, showered to rinse off all the blood I hadn't been able to lick off, and went to bed clutching the large Barney doll for comfort. It had been a good night, and I was off to a good start. Two in one night, eight to go. And this time as I slept there were no nightmares, and if I did dream I didn't remember anything about them. I hoped Lucy and Cathy were sleeping a little easier too. *
** The End**
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