Getting Even Can be Fun, Chapter 1
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Getting Even Can Be Fun
Chapter 1
By William W. Kelso
It wasn't my intention to grow up to be a powerful Sorceress, in fact until I went to University I never even believed in that stuff, nor was I very religious. I guess you could say I was pretty much agnostic, but not really an atheist. I wanted to believe, but had just never seen anything I felt was proof of the existence of 'supernatural' beings such as God, or demons. Organized religion did nothing for me, and as far as I was concerned the evangelists and other 'private' religions were a bunch of scam artists. You paid them to tell you how to live your live, no thanks.
My name is Dora Townsend, and I was what the average person would call a 'dog', in other words I didn't have a big ass and tits. I wasn't really ugly, just very plain. I might have been able to 'dress' myself up with cosmetics and a wig or something, but then it wouldn't have been 'me'. Frankly I didn't give a damn what the guys thought. But no, that's a lie, I did, I just wanted them to like me for ME, not the wrapping.
I stood naked in front of the mirror and looked at myself, usually I didn't pay that much attention, but this time I took a good look. My breasts weren't small, but were pretty big in diameter and firm, giving the impression I was a lot flatter them I was, and my nipples and aureoles looked like they belonged on an udder, very large and sensitive. I had no waist worth mentioning, but despite a small pouch wasn't fat or anything. My waist was just about as wide as my hips, which was pretty wide, but again, NOT fat. Well, maybe just a little. My mound was large and raised with protruding lips and an ample thatch of pubic hair, I don't shave myself. I did once, and after the rash went away and my hair grew back, NEVER again. My face would have looked equally well on a man, I have a genderless 'non-face' and plain brown hair I can do nothing with, so wear it 'natural', as in long and combed fairly straight. I'm NOT that bad, I thought.
With a sigh I got ready for another day of classes. I was studying to be an accountant, and the mid-term exams were coming up and I'd done an all nighter, and was exhausted. So I put on my usual 'uniform' of a plain skirt and blouse, knee stockings and 'sensible' shoes, my 'birth-control' glasses, bra and panties, and that was about it. Put a patch on my blouse and it would look like a catholic school uniform. Then I headed off to my first class, Physics. I had a knack for mathematics, and was doing quite well, so wasn't really worried that much about the exam.
I guess a little background history about myself is in order, it will make what happened easier to understand. I was an only child; dad was a 'jerk of all trades' as he liked to call it, and mom helped by waiting tables at a nice upper class club. They were good people, and dad was good at whatever he did, he just never got a break. We were pretty happy I guess, I never even realized how poor we were until later. But I have no complaints; and I wouldn't have traded them for any other parents in a million years. I did well in school, the nerdy kid all the good looking girls picked on, and girl bullies are FAR worse than male ones. They do much more than just physically abuse you; they abuse your self esteem. I really thought I was an ugly bitch for a long time. And it didn't help any that I got straight 'A's and they didn't.
My parents couldn't afford to send me to a University, but my good grades got me a scholarship, and with a student loan and work-help program I did pretty good. I worked part time at the admin building as a file clerk and teacher's aide, and it gave me enough extra cash to get by pretty well. I even got a 'private' room in one of the older dorms the other kids didn't want to stay in. Fine by me, it was quieter and I liked my privacy. I didn't want a roommate. I had a few friends, mainly staff and a couple other social outcasts like myself. But even in university the bullies found me, I had thought the people going there would be more mature and intelligent, boy was I wrong.
My main antagonists were a guy named Arthur Blackstone, and his bimbo, a blond 'bombshell' named Tracy Mendenhurst. Both spoiled rotten rich kids with the IQ or their shoe sizes. Arthur got in because he could play football, and Tracy's dad was on the board of directors of the university. They had everything handed to them on a gold platter their whole lives, never had to work a day, and still they resented anyone who was smarter than they were, and because of who they were had carte-blanche to make life miserable for anyone they took a dislike too. And complaints to the staff were useless, the football hero and prima-donna were above and beyond the law. And they did their best to make life Hell for me. I never fought back, never resisted, and that just seemed to make them hate me even more. I just didn't understand it; I never did anything to them, ever. At least, not until later, after they had pretty much destroyed my life.
It came to a head that day, the start of the end of my old life. They had done the usual stuff such as harass me in the hallways and bathroom, at gym, etc. Mostly Tracy of course. They broke into my dorm room and dumped manure all over the room; would harass me at work, and everyone looked in another direction. I was going down the stairs after Physics class when I ran into them and their little crowd of sycophants who worshipped people like them. They cornered me, other passing students studiously ignoring what was going on. Tracy opened up the usual immature discourse by saying,
"Well, if isn't Dora the Dog Faced Girl, woof, woof!" I didn't say anything, just hugged my books and looked at the ground. That made them madder than anything.
Arthur knocked the books out of my hand, and picking them up threw them down the stairwell. Situation normal. I still didn't say anything.
"Here's what you're going to do you ugly whore, he said, you're going to get us the test answers for the Physics mid-term exam. You've been sucking the professor's cock and we know you can get them."
I finally said something, "No." Wrong answer. When he slapped me brutally my glasses flew off, and I gasped in shock. He'd never really hit me before, just shoved or poked me.
One of the other kids, a hanger-on named Robert, said, "Hey Arthur, knock it off!" That little show of backbone would be remembered.
Arthur turned on Robert and said, "Want me to hit you instead, twerp?" When Robert, who was about half Arthur's size, shook his head, Arthur turned back to me and hit me again, and I cried out from the pain.
Robert said, "Fuck this!" and left.
Tracy said, "Hit her again honey, I think the lesbian likes it!"
For some reason most other students assumed I was a lesbian because I wore plain clothes and little makeup, and didn't drool all over the jocks. Morons.
I cringed, but he didn't hit me again, he just said "Exam answers, remember!" He raised his hand again, and when I ducked he just laughed, and then he and his little entourage went on their way to find someone else to torment.
I rubbed my red cheek and wiped tears of pain from my face, bastard! Like HELL he'd get the exam answers from me. Or would he?? I gave a smile. Then I went to find my scattered books and papers. To my surprise Robert had gathered them up and was waiting for me at the foot of the stairs. He handed them to me, and said,
"I'm sorry."
"Why do you hang out with that, that asshole? I asked, you're a nice guy."
He looked embarrassed, and said, "If I don't then he'll pick on me even worse."
Which I had to admit made a certain kind of sense. "You're better than him, you know." I said.
"Yeah, maybe", then he said he was sorry again and left.
So I got them the exam answers, from last year's exam. Of course I knew my deceit and revenge would not go unpunished, but I had no idea just how far they'd go. It turns out despite their high and mighty connections they were having problems with their grade point average (it would have helped if they actually went to class more than once a week) and those connections could only carry them so far, and as a result of failing the Physics exam they; and most of their crew, were put on academic probation. And of course it was MY fault. But I never in a million years thought they'd do what they did.
A couple of weeks later I was walking back from the evening shift when a van pulled up next to me and I was grabbed. No witnesses of course, they planned it very carefully. It was Arthur, Tracy, and a half dozen of his closest confidants, three guys and their own bimbo's. I think they were slightly drunk and/or high, but they still knew exactly what they were doing. They drove me to an isolated house somewhere; and I still have no idea where even today; and the place had a basement outfitted as an Honest to God dungeon. You know, stone walls, chains on the walls, racks, cages, etc., the whole medieval torture scene. I guess it belonged to one of their fathers who was into kinky stuff, and like father like son.
While I screamed and begged they stripped me naked and chained me spread eagle on top of one of the torture racks, totally helpless with my legs wide and my sex exposed. You had NO idea how that felt, it was the first time I'd ever been nude in front of other people, and I was terrified. I was crying and sobbing, but my begging just pissed them off.
"Shut the bitch up!" Tracy said, so one of the other girls stuck a ball gag in my mouth, and all I could was make muffled squeals and stare helplessly as they all took off their own clothes, and the men all had erections.
Arthur molested me and ran his hands over my body, cupping and fondling my breasts, sucking my nipples, rubbing my mound and nether lips, and I bucked when he ran his fingers inside my pussy. Oh God, please don't!
"Yeah, he said, you like that, don't you bitch?"
"Mmmmffffff, nuuuu, pllzzzz dduuun!" I squealed.
"Well what do you know, he said, her body isn't half bad after all, she has a nice juicy pussy and big nipples. We're gonna have fun!"
"Now, now Arthur, we agreed, no boys for the dyke! Tracy said, don't want to leave any DNA evidence now, do we? Besides, she likes girls, don't you faggot?"
Arthur pulled his fingers out of my pussy, and said "Enjoy!"
So Tracy and her three friends raped me, there's no other word for it. Damn them, they licked my body, caressed it, sucking on my nipples and fondling my breasts, kissed and licked my pussy, all four at the same time. They rubbed their pussies against my body, and my own pussy, and damn them, I responded, there was no way I couldn't, my own body betrayed me. My muffled screams turned to moans of pleasure as I felt things I'd never felt before, and to my horror found myself wanting it! Wanting more! And they KNEW it, the bitches. They knew how to pleasure another woman and bring her to the brink, make her enjoy being raped. I'd experimented before, but it was more from curiosity then anything else, and frankly I hadn't been impressed. But this was something totally different. The feel of their slick wet pussy lips grinding and rubbing against my own pussy and clitoris was indescribable, and they made my cum, again, and again, and again, while I bucked and writhed in unwanted sexual ecstasy, tears pouring from my eyes at the horrible violation of my body as I shrieked through the gag. The ball gag had a hole in the middle and while one of them would run her tongue inside the other three worked on me, driving me almost insane with sexual pleasure.
And while they pleasured me Tracy said stuff like, "This will teach you to respect your betters.", "Did really think we'd just let you get away with that you stupid bitch?", and "This will teach you a lesson", etc.
Finally they stopped, and as I lay there gasping for breath, drenched in their sexual juices and mine, I heard Tracy say,
"You're going to love this; the little slut is a virgin!"
"Oh, this gets better and better!" Arthur laughed.
One of the other girls poured some water on my face, and through the hole in the gag, which I swallowed eagerly, my throat was parched. Then they let me up, and dragged me to a kind of bench, and strapped me face down on top so I was on my hands and knees in a bent over position. The bench stopped at my stomach so my rear was totally exposed and vulnerable. Oh my God, I thought, now it was the boys turn, they were going to gang rape me! And what was worse, some part of me wanted it! The girls had brought me to a sexual high and left me there. I moaned through the gag, oh, please no! But my body said otherwise, betraying me, my pussy aching to be fucked.
But the horror was only just beginning. One of them rubbed a rag against my dripping pussy, I thought to clean me off at first, but was wrong.
"OK, bring him in." Arthur said.
I heard a clicking and snuffling sound, and raising my head watched as one of the men led a dog into the cell, the largest Rottweiler I'd ever seen. The dog was huge, and very male. The girl with the rag held it to the dogs nose and let him sniff and lick it while another girl rubbed and fondled the dogs huge balls and penis sheath, and soon his strangely shaped dark red penis came sliding out, the knot towards the base clearly visible. And suddenly I understood.
"Nuuuuu, MMmmppphhhhh, plzzzz, nuuuuuuu!" I shrieked through the gag, bucking and struggling desperately against the restraints.
Arthur laughed, and said "A dog for a dog!"
One of the girls said hesitantly, "I'm not so sure about this, I mean, she's a virgin for Christ's sake."
Tracy snarled at the girl "Look Tina, you agreed to this, no backing out now, you want to take her place?"
Tina just shook her head.
"Besides, said Arthur, I don't think we could stop Rex now even if we wanted too!"
The dog had found the source of the lovely aroused female scent, and was licking and snuffling my pussy while I gave muffled screams, staring at the watching people, my eyes pleading with them. But the looks on their faces were ones of anticipation and lust with no pity showing, except for Tina who looked a little uneasy. The dog gave a final lick, and I closed my eyes and involuntarily braced myself as his weight slide up onto to my back, and I felt his penis probing at my rear. Oh God I thought, this is not happening, please help me! Then the tip of his penis found my pussy, pressed against my wet slick lips, and suddenly he lunged into me and mounted me. And I lost my virginity to a dog as his penis tore through my hymen, and with several more brutal lunges pushed through my cervix. He was huge, and stretched my pussy while I gave muffled screams of horror and pain. It probably would have been much worse if I hadn't been so wet and slick, and ready for him.
The dog hooked his paws over my shoulders; he was the size of a pony, and panted and drooled all over my head as he fucked me, grunting had huffing in pleasure. I turned my head to see the boys were all fucking their girlfriends as they watched while the dog raped me, my muffled screams falling on uncaring ears, it probably just excited them even more. The dog's huge slick cock slid in and out of me easily now, and to my horror it began to feel...good. I had been so aroused by the women that my pussy was eager and ready for a nice hard cock despite what my mind felt, and I gave a moan of pleasure as his knot pushed against my pussy lips before he pulled back for another thrust. He lunged again and I squealed as I felt his knot push past my lips and into my vagina, and my lips tightened and sealed after it and we were stuck together as he 'knotted' with me. I couldn't help it; my pussy wouldn't let him go. And then the real fucking started, he must have been ten inches long and he got every inch into me until the opening of his sheath was also pushing into my spread and throbbing pussy. And I gave myself over to the unbearable pleasure, I had no choice. When he sped up and gave a deep grunt I felt hot dog cum spurting deep inside my sex, and it triggered the first orgasm I'd ever had and I threw my head back and gave a muffled wail of horrified ecstasy, and my 'lover' licked my face and slobbered all over me as he kept on thrusting, he wasn't through with this lovely female yet, this special treat. He came three more times, and I climaxed every time his cum filled me. Then he slid off, but we remained joined for almost an hour until his cock shrank to the point it slid free, followed by a flow of cum that drenched my pubic hair and thighs. He had been raping me for over two hours.
During this whole time Arthur and his friends had been enjoying the show, making use of the dungeon's 'toys' and fucking like bunnies. I guess the sight; and sound, of me losing my virginity and being raped by an animal had really turned them on. When it finally wound down they had to wait a little longer before the dog pulled out.
"Wow, said one, look at all that cum!"
"Yeah, bet she enjoyed that!" said another.
"Of course she did, Arthur said, she's just a slut."
"Well, she is now!" Giggled Tracy, echoed by the other girls.
I didn't do anything, just laid there with slobber drooling from around the gag, tears dripping on the floor. Damn them; part of me HAD enjoyed it! I'd never felt such intense; terrible, pleasure before.
They let me lose, let me clean myself up and take a shower, gave me back my clothes, then drove me to the front of my dorm and let me out, but before they did Arthur said, "Not a word about this bitch, or we'll pay you another visit, and next time it will be a horse!" Then they drove off with loud "Good nights!, Had a great time, see you later!"
Of course I reported it, I'd been brutally and horribly raped and violated, a vile atrocity had been committed. And I soon found out all about how 'justice' works for the rich and powerful as opposed to the 'peasants' and 'lowlifes'. It was my word against eight 'young upstanding pillars of the community', and of course they had all the alibi's they needed, any number of their 'friends' claiming they'd been at a party in another state. The police asked, where was this 'torture' chamber, and of course I had no idea. I was portrayed as a 'woman with no moral values, a wanton slut who slept around promiscuously', and they produced all manner of students who claimed I'd had sex with them, both boys and girls. I was a skank, a slut, a nympho, who had attacked the most outstanding examples of virtue out of spite and jealousy. It never even went to trial, and I was expelled from the university for 'administrative' reasons. Of course everyone knew what I claimed was true, so yes, I found out about how 'justice' works for the rich. They even came and waved 'goodbye' while one of my few remaining friends drove me off campus. I was only six weeks away for graduating, probably cum laude. And because of my 'record' no other college or university would touch me. They also saw to it I couldn't even get a job at Wal-Mart. As soon as I put in an application anywhere they got a call to tell them it wouldn't be a good idea to hire me. The only 'crime' that had been committed so far as they were concerned was that I had dared to fight back, and report the horror I had been subjected too. How dare I! So they destroyed my life completely.
I moved back in with my parents, who of course knew I was telling the truth. My father spent every cent he had managed to save paying for lawyers and court costs, and it eventually killed him as they made sure he lost his current job as well and couldn't find any more work. He just died one day, keeled over and was gone. My mom died soon after, heartbroken. I couldn't even afford to bury her, her church put her in a pauper's grave and I was the only mourner. I was evicted from the apartment my family had rented for over forty years without missing a payment. I came home from looking for work and found my stuff piled on the steps of the building, what hadn't been stolen. No explanation, no anything. They never even gave me the deposit back.
So I became a prostitute, it was the only thing left for me, it was that or; literally, starve. Oh, I'm sure lots of ladies would say 'Oh, I could never do that no matter how bad it got!', all I can say to that is 'bull!'. And with my looks and lack of experience I got the low end of that 'profession'. My pimp was a guy named Bruce, and he wasn't too bad. He let me keep a fair amount of my 'pay', enough to get a rundown loft with another working girl. And when he found out I was smart he let me 'manage' his monetary affairs. I still had to turn tricks, but my main job was 'accounting'. I even learned to enjoy sex, Bruce was a good teacher, and for a pimp was a pretty decent person. He wasn't too bright, but took care of his girls. If a John roughed one of us up and Bruce caught up with him, well, he roughed up the John a lot worse. Of course my new 'life style' was a major shock; and it pretty much destroyed my self esteem and sense of personal worth I had left, at least for awhile. And I became tough and bitter, and I hated, oh how I hated! Especially after I found a film of my 'performance' for sale in a porn shop under 'bestiality', they even had close ups of my terrified face as the dog raped me, and even though it had happened almost ten years ago seeing that film brought it back as fresh as if it had happened yesterday. The bastards had filmed my degradation, and even used it for profit! They made me a 'porn star' in a bestiality movie! It even won an award for 'most realistic' acting! I had just about given up on ever getting any 'justice' and more or less adjusted to my new life and 'social level', but that was the last straw. I became obsessed with revenge, and even bought a gun, not for personal defense like a lot of hookers, but to blow their brains out and do the world a favor. But of course that was just a dream, an impractical and suicidal one. There was no way a 'lowlife' like me could even get near any of them in their gated communities and chauffeured limo lifestyles.
A few more years passed and I took over the 'business', Bruce going from pimp to 'head of security' of my call-girl service. He was smart to know he'd make a lot more that way then by being a pimp, with less risk. So I became a madam. I was lucky in that I avoided any bad diseases or getting cut up, never got into drugs, and I made sure my 'ladies' were clean and 'professional'. I ran a string of ten girls, and we soon had regular high paying clientele who appreciated our 'discreetness'. In the 'real world' we ran a sleazy bar, everything being in Bruce's name. We weren't large enough an operation to attract any organized crime, paid off the necessary officials, and we did pretty well; and it probably would have stayed that way if not for my obsession with revenge. I'd confided in a few of my closer friends as to what had happened, and they sympathized. Some of them had similar stories; we were all losers of some sort. The forgotten and lost dregs of society. So we formed our own little 'family', Bruce and I treated the girls fairly and they appreciated that.
Then one of my new girls; after she found out about my 'history', came to the 'office' one night. Her name was Salina, and she was a slim Latin looking girl with a very nice body. She had heard about me, and offered her 'services'. I had her checked out, had a doctor who didn't ask question give her the once over, and hired her on the spot. She still had the looks to draw better quality customers, and had a pleasant personality, plus she was smart. She was grateful as I let my girls keep 50% of what they made straight down the middle, which was unheard of in our 'profession'. But I had plenty, and didn't need more. She told me about someone; a lady, who might could help me with my 'problem'. She had heard about her from another girl she used to live with, and said the 'Lady' had somehow helped the girl to get rid of an abusive pimp, with no trace. So I thought, why not check it out??
So I gave "Madam Marian" a call, and we arranged an appointment, and a week later I drove to her place to meet her. Since it was a fair ways away in another town I took the day; and night, off and left everything in Bruce's capable hands. He was the closest thing I'd ever had to a real lover, and I knew he loved me. We'd never get married or anything, but it worked, so we left it at that. For a somewhat dim and 'permanently baffled' man he was a surprisingly good, and gentle, person, and great in bed. Unless you messed with one of his 'girls', then his dark side came out. I have seen him literally pull a man's arms out of their sockets. So yeah, he was good to have around, and I did love the big mook as much as I was still capable of loving anybody.
Madam Marian was a surprise. At first she seemed kind of like your usual Gypsy or 'Traveler' type palm reader, the main difference being no crystal ball. She wore dark fairly severe clothes, but it was obvious she was still a very attractive women. In my line of work I know what to look for, and in the proper clothes and makeup she could be stunning. But I was a little unsure as to her age; her body looked maybe the wrong side of forty, but her eyes were old, but still bright and intelligent. I was impressed from the start. I had no real idea what to expect, but when she told me what she could do for me I laughed at first.
"Yes, I can help you with your problem, she told me. You have suffered a great injustice, and I can sympathize. Normally I do not get involved in such things as most often they are petty. At one time I was not so selective, but you have truly suffered at the hands of those more powerful and corrupt. So yes, I can help you. Tell me, would you be willing to deal with a demon from Hell?"
I snorted with laughter at first; demon from Hell, riiiight! Then I saw the look in her eyes.
"My God, I said, you're serious, aren't you?"
"Absolutely, Madam Marian replied, I can 'arrange' for you to, um, meet a certain demon I know, he seems to enjoy helping mortals get revenge against others. Of course he will expect payment."
"You mean my soul?" I asked.
"Not necessarily, Madam Marian said, but sex, definitely. You will have to have carnal relations with him in exchange for his services, and any powers he might bestow upon you. I can arrange for you to meet him and discuss your problem with him. You don't have to make a deal, there is NO obligation."
"And you'll do this out of the good of your heart?" I asked.
Madam Marian laughed, "Oh no child, my fee is $10,000, half up front, half afterwards. It is not negotiable and no refunds."
"How do I know you're on the up and up?" I asked, I mean, I might pay you and then you do a disappearing act on me."
She smiled, and said, "I can give you references if you like, and I have lived here for longer than you would imagine. I am not going anywhere. And as for proof I can do what I claim. Well, let me show you something. Brutus my love, come here please!"
And when a door opened and a huge black cat man walked into the room my mouth dropped open and I believed her, there was NO way that was a costume, not the way his legs bent or his head was shaped. And he was definitely male, VERY male. And despite what I am I still enjoy sex, very much, and I found myself wondering what it would be like to have him..., my word he was big! He walked and stood behind Madam Marian and started massaging her shoulders, and she reached up and stroked one of his muscular arms and he purred, a deep rumbling no human throat ever made.
"This is Brutus, Madam Marian said, he is my familiar. My patroness provided him for me in exchange for my devotion."
"Wow, I said, you're the real deal, aren't you?" Still staring at the huge feline and trying to keep from drooling.
"She likes me Mistress, the cat purred, do you want me to service her?"
I blinked and swallowed, whoa!
"Not unless she desires it, Madam Marian said. One of my pet's duties is to pleasure me and my...friends. Would you care to make use of his services?"
Good Lord was I tempted, but managed to say, "Um, thank you, but maybe later?"
"I can wait, the cat said, but I can smell your arousal, it smells good. I desire you as well."
Madam Marian gave a polite little cough, and said, "I apologize, Brutus is rather, er, blatant when it comes to sex. If he likes a female he tells her. He's not much for preliminaries I'm afraid, after all, he is part animal."
And a beautiful one, I thought. "That's OK, I said, in my own, er, profession I can appreciate that approach, it certainly, um, saves time."
"Indeed it does! Madam Marian chuckled, well, anytime you want to accept his offer just let me know. I have no problem with allowing him to indulge himself. I could not keep him satisfied all the time on my own anyway. He is a very...demanding lover."
"Now, back to business Madam Marian said, are you interested in my services?"
I thought about it; do a deal with a demon? Well, considering what I did now by the 'rules and laws' of most religions I was already damned to Hell. So, why not get something out of it?
"You're sure this, um, demon, can help me get my revenge?" I asked.
"Oh yes, Madam Marian replied, it's kind of a hobby of his. He loves to see what mortals do to one another. I'm afraid he's a bit of a voyeur in that aspect."
"Is that all he does, fuck people, and help them get revenge in exchange?" I asked.
"Not hardly, Marian said, he's a fairly powerful demi-demon, and he runs the brothels of Hell."
"You're kidding, right? I asked, I mean, whore houses in Hell? Don't they have plenty of, um, well you know, damned souls to fuck, and all of that?"
"Well, yes and no, Madam Marian said. So far as I know when they rape or sexually torment a soul it's just part of their job, part of the souls torment. But for some reason having sex with a still living mortal is a really big deal for them, it gives them extreme pleasure and they draw power from it somehow. So most mortals dragged down to Hell; body AND soul, end up as sex slaves. They spend eternity sexually pleasuring their demonic masters and mistress's. Except for virgins, they have other, um, uses for them. Vork runs a domain exclusively dedicated to sexual pleasures and perversions. He just does the revenge thing as a kind of hobby."
"Weird." I said.
"Well, he IS a demon." Marian said. "Now, have you made a decision yet?"
"Well, what the Hell, why not? I've exhausted everything our so-called legal and justice systems have to offer, so why not make a deal with a demon? OK, I'll wire the $5,000 to you first thing in the morning.
"No, sorry, Madam Marian said, cash only, and I don't give receipts."
I could appreciate that, so had no problem with it. "No problem I said, I saw a branch of my bank on the way here, I can run over and get the cash right now. How soon can I meet this, um, friend of yours?"
"Excellent, Madam Marian, and I wouldn't exactly call Vork a friend, he's more of a business acquantence, and as for when, why not tonight? I have nothing planned, and if you're free I can summon him. He always answers my summons immediately since we've had such an, er, mutually lucrative arrangement for so long."
"Well, I said, I'll go get the money, be back in about an hour or so."
"Good, Madam Marian said, that will give me time to prepare the pentagram and get everything ready."
I went to the bank and went ahead and withdrew the full $10,000. It was a lot, but if it got me what I wanted the price was cheap so far as I was concerned. I called Bruce to let him know I'd be staying overnight with a 'friend', and he didn't say a word. He knew better. I drove back to Madam Marian's impressive old house, and the cat man let me in. Up close I could smell him; a pleasant animal/male musk. I couldn't help myself and touched his arm, his fur felt like crushed velvet. He smiled; I guess it was a smile, and touched my hair in return. Then he leaned over and snuffled at my hair. I froze, and he said,
"Urrrrrr, you smell nice, clean and like a female."
"He doesn't like it when you wear perfume or other cosmetics", Madam Marian said; and I started because I hadn't seen her enter the room. "He says it hides the true scent of a woman."
He sniffed me again, and I felt his soft breath against my ear. God I wanted him! You'd think I'd be turned off by the thought of sex with a well, beast, but he was just so, so, male! Besides, he was part human too, and just so damn sexy! Like I said, despite my way of making a living I enjoy good sex; and I knew it would be really good with him.
"We can't summon Vork for a few more hours, Madam Marian said, we have to wait until dark. In the meantime, if you like, we can pay a visit to the 'playroom' and get to, um, know each other better."
The whole time the cat man had been sniffing at my hair and ears, and his long soft tongue licked out and caressed my ear about that time, so I said,
"Lead the way!" and he gave a purr of delight.
To my delight Madam Marians 'playroom' was a dungeon that would have done the Marque de Sade proud. Being what I was I was not put off by the idea of BDSM, in fact ever since my 'introduction' to sex I've found it hard to reach the same level of pleasure unless some sort of bondage is included. In other words I like to be tied up and fucked; a mental aberration I owe to Arthur and his friends, another thing I owe them for. They made it so the only way I can really enjoy sex is to undergo the same 'degradation' they subjected me to. And you wonder why I hate like I do. So the 'playroom' was a nice surprise. And I soon found out that Madam Marian, despite her rather austere first impression, was a true nymphomaniac. She loved sex as much as I did, and I was the professional!
Brutus hovered over me while I undressed, eagerly helping me to slip out of my clothes. When I was down to my panties he gently grabbed me and 'kissed' me by licking my face, and it wasn't gross. His licks were soft and passionate, his saliva sweet and to my surprise, no bad breath! I guess Madam Marian makes him brush his fangs. By the time his licks reached my nipples I was already more aroused then I'd been in a long time, my large nipples hard and rubbery.
"Muuurrrrr, he purred as he fondled and licked my breasts, you have lovely nipples, nice and big, muuurrrrr."
And then he gently bit them and started sucking and tonguing on them and I held the back of his head and gasped, I was right, this was going to be great sex! He moved lower and pulled my panties down, and his purr became deeper as my sex was revealed. I gave a moan as his tongue licked my mound and he caressed my rear with his hands, claws retracted thankfully. I looked up and Madam Marian was standing; also nude, and watching with a big smile on her face. She had a truly voluptuous body, large firm breasts and perfect ass, and in my professional opinion could have made $1500 a night easy if she was a call girl.
"You've made his day, she said, he likes women with nice big nipples and pussies. Says he likes something he can, um, hold onto and really um, get into."
Then I gave a guttural moan and almost collapsed as his tongue pushed between my nether lips, and I understood what Marian meant by "get into to". His tongue was long, thick, and muscular and he soon had it in me as far as it could go, and it was as big as any cock I'd ever had in me, but much more...versatile. I stood there shuddering in ecstasy as he 'ate me', holding the back of his head and looking down as he looked up at me, loud wet slurps coming from my quivering pussy. And when I came I gave a short scream of release, and he supported me as he lapped up my juices, his purr louder than ever, his whole body vibrating.
"Uhhhh, Ohhhhh GOD!" I gasped.
"Yes, he is very good at it, isn't he?" Madam Marian chuckled.
I just nodded my head, breathing heavily, as he worked his way back up my stomach to my breasts; that tongue never stopping. Yes, very good indeed, I had to agree. Then he 'kissed' me again and gave a growl of approval as I kissed him back, his tongue sliding into my mouth and I wrapped my own tongue around his, and I could taste both his and my own juices, and it was wonderful.
And now that I was 'nicely lubed'; as Madam Marian put it, it was time for the serious fun. And despite my great experience in the 'pleasures of the flesh' I was in for a monumental fucking I'd remember forever. That damn cat was insatiable, and he had TWO very demanding women to service!
Madam Marian and Brutus strapped me down on an "X" shaped table, one that left my butt and head hanging in the air. Brutus 'offered' me his cock, and I swallowed as much as I could, and while I was sucking his cock Marian ate my pussy, and soon I was giving muffled squeals of pleasure while Brutus yowled his approval of my oral expertise. His cock was wonderful, part human and part feline, with the best features of both. And Madam Marian was an accomplished oral stimulator, as good as any man or woman I'd seen; and felt, before. What made it so fantastic was we were all eager, willing, and having a fantastic time. None of us had any inhibitions, except for nasty stuff like scat or yellow rain, none of us had any interest in that. As soon as Brutus had filled my mouth and throat with cum, and Marian had made me cum myself several times, they switched positions, and while Brutus fucked me fantastically I tongue fucked Marian while she clasped my head between her powerful thighs. And Brutus must have fucked me for almost an hour, and made me orgasm at least three times.
Then it was Marians' turn on the 'X' frame, and while we pleasured her Brutus and I leaned across her writhing body and kissed for the longest time, his strong hands kneading my breasts and Marian's. I enjoyed eating Marians' pussy, and made her buck and scream around Brutus's cock, giving her the same pleasure she'd given me. And then while he fucked her she ate my pussy with as much enthusiasm as before; in between shrieks of ecstasy whenever she orgasmed, my own juices drenching her face as she made me cum with her lips and tongue.
Then it was Brutus's turn on the 'X' frame, and we made that cat yowl and beg for us to let him cum, one of us licking and sucking his cock while the other sucked on his balls, and we made him tongue fuck one of us at the same time, switching and taking turns every time he came. But we made him 'suffer' before we showed 'mercy', his blasts of cum spurting several feet into the air and I've never seen a male cum for so long before. Then afterwards we cleaned one another off, took a shower in a cleverly concealed bathroom, and Marian and I; still nude, both groomed Brutus's damp fur with combs while he purred in delight. I'd never felt so, well, at ease around others in the nude before. There was no sense of embarrassment at all, we were just as much animals as he was, we had nothing to hide from one another anymore.
As we gave Brutus a last brush or two Marian said, "My, look at the time, we can summon Vork anytime. But first I recommend we take a little 'sexual refresher' potion as we may need to, um, be 'fresh' for him. He can be every bit demanding as our fine stud here." At which Brutus purred like a, well, cat.
I took the potion, as did Marian; Brutus didn't need it-being what he was, and it was time to summon the demon. I still had a hard time believing Marian was really serious, but Brutus was proof she wasn't full of it. Before we started she took my head between her hands, and said in a low serious voice,
"Whatever you do, do NOT move unless I tell you. No matter what you see, feel, or hear, do NOT move! Do you understand? If Vork is able to lure you into the pentagram before a deal has been made and he has given us his oath, then not even I could help you, nothing could. You will be his to drag down to Hell and do with as he pleases, and even by Hell's standards he is...sexually depraved. He would turn you into something...horrible, something designed only for sexual use. So do NOT move, unless I tell you too. Do you understand this?"
I just nodded my head.
"Good, Madam Marian said, now stand next to the podium, and DON'T move and you'll be fine."
I did as she said, standing in a small circle inlaid in silver on the stone floor of the basement, and then I watched as she got up on the slightly raised podium, and Brutus got up behind her. Then he bent her over and started fucking her! Madam Marian smiled at my look of surprise, and said,
"Ugggh, the sex, ugggghhhh, makes the magic stronger, easier to control. And, ugggh, it feels good! The types of demonkind I, ohhh, ahhhhh, deal with, uh, uh, UH, expect it."
I'll just bet it feels good, I thought, my pussy getting wet again at the memory of Brutus's recent filling of it. It was one of the best fucks I'd ever had. I listened as Madam Marian read the spell, but as soon as she said the weird sounding words to my surprise I couldn't remember any of them, not one. She coordinated the last word with an orgasm, and as she grunted and moaned the word as she came there was a puff of red smoke in the pentagram, and when it cleared there was a demon standing there!
"I am Vork, the creature said, who has dared to summon me!?!"
"Hi Vork, Marian said, how's tricks?"
"Oh, Hi Marian, the creature said, who's your friend, and I don't mean Garfield. Is she for me?"
I looked at the creature, and frankly was a little bit disappointed. I'd expected some great big winged 'devil' type dude with rams horns, red skin, cloven hooves, a long barbed tail, hung like a horse, and with flames coming out of his eyes. What I saw was a rather scraggly looking rat like thing. He did have small curved horns and bat wings, but otherwise he was pretty much a rat, though his tail was more lizard like. His eyes were what gave away what he was more than anything, they were like a snakes, emotionless.
"Sorry Master Vork, Marian said, she's not a sacrifice. But she is why I summoned you, she wants to make a deal with you, for revenge."
"It's not something like, 'I'll get that girl for wearing the same dress to the prom!' kind of revenge, is it?" The demon asked.
Marian actually giggled, and said, "Now Vork, you know me better than that, you know I wouldn't waste your time with something like that. No, she has a very good reason indeed to petition you for your, um, services."
For the first time the demon really looked at me, and as he fixed those horrible eyes on my body I swear I knew what he was thinking, and felt myself flush as I knew what he wanted to do to me, and I also felt strangely...aroused. I stared back at him, and thought about what I wanted to do to him!
Suddenly he smiled, and said, "She's strong! How nice! Very well, tell me your story lady, and I will consider helping you."
So I told him my story, and he listened politely and attentively, never interrupting. And I found myself wanting to tell him, every horrible detail.
"Hmmm, the demon said. By a dog? How...kinky. Tell me, did you enjoy it? Being fucked by a dog?"
To my embarrassment I had to nod by head, I couldn't lie to him. "Not a first, I said, but later, I, I..."
"And that made it even more horrible, didn't it? The demon said; that they made you enjoy your degradation?"
"Yes!" I sobbed, and cried for the first time in years as I remembered the horror; and the pleasure, of that night when my life was destroyed.
"Good, the demon said, cry, that will help. And yes, I will help you if you can pay my price. I do not offer my help to all who summon me, but what you suffered truly demands justice, and those who did it to you are truly evil."
"You, you will? I said, th-thank you."
"Oh, don't thank me, Vork said, I'm not doing it out of the goodness of my heart. I want the souls of those who wronged you, and you must enter the pentagram and let me take my pleasure with you. In return I will give you the power to create potions and cast some other spells that will enable you to take your revenge. But I must warn you, I am a very demanding partner, and I will use you in any way I desire until morning approaches and I release you from the pentagram."
"Master Vork, Marian said, you must promise not to harm; or change her, in any way or fashion, physically or mentally! And to release her before the pentagram closes!"
"But of course! Vork said, I know the rules. I swear in the name of Great Duke Allocer in whose service I am a slave, should I in any way break the terms of our bargain may his wrath be swift and his punishment merciless."
"Dora, Marian said, if you still wish to do this thing then you may enter the pentagram safely, he cannot harm you, other than in the ways agreed upon, but there will be no lasting physical damage. He has given his oath, so you will be safe otherwise. Because of what he is some of the things he can do may seem like they'll be traumatizing, but in reality you'll suffer no permanent damage or great pain."
"Hey, the demon said, I'll only hurt her in a pleasurable way! You know what it's like!"
"Yes Master Vork, I do", Marian said. Then she told me, "It's really quite an, um, experience. I've been his partner more than once, and was never, um, left wanting."
"Well, I should hope not!" The demon sniffed.
"What if I back out right now?" I asked.
"Right now you still can, but once inside the pentagram you'll have no choice but to fulfill your part of the bargain, as will he. But if you do back out the offer can never be made again, and I'll be unable to help you in your desire for revenge." Then she climaxed again as Brutus had been fucking her nonstop the whole time, closing her eyes and moaning in pleasure.
I looked at the demon and he smiled at me; a horrible yet erotic sight, and make 'come to me' motions with a clawed hands. Slowly I moved closer to the pentagram to get a better look at him while I thought it over. Up close he still looked pretty much like a rat/bat/lizard kind of thing. I stared at his balls, rather large furry ones, and I could see the pointed tip of his penis sticking out of his sheath. He smiled again, and said,
"I will give you more pleasure then you ever thought possible, come to me."
And it was a foregone conclusion, I have no doubt he and Marian both knew I would accept the bargain. And suddenly I was in the pentagram, and I don't remember stepping over the border. To my surprise he took my hand and gently licked it, and said,
"You will not regret this; despite what I am I can be a good and gentle lover. I desire my mates to feel as much pleasure as I do, otherwise why bother? Now, shall we get started?"
Numbly I nodded my head, somewhat surprised he hadn't just grabbed me and started raping me. Of course like he said, we were just getting started.
"Stand still, he said, let me have a look at you."
So I stood there while he walked around me, looking me over like a piece of meat or a slave in a market. Then he touched my breasts and ran his paws over my nipples, and smiled as they hardened. He had a strong; but not unpleasant scent, kind of like a blend of faint sulfur and sassafras of all things. He crouched down and sniffed my sex, and my rump, as he took in my own scent. It reminded me of how animals greet one another. Finally he stood back up, and said,
"You are not a beauty, but are handsome, strong, and well built. I smell many males on you; you are not innocent of the pleasures of the flesh. If you like I can give you a more desirable body as part of our bargain. Larger breasts, a perfect ass, pouting lips, blond hair? Whatever you desire."
"Um, no thank you, I said, I like myself the way I am. I wouldn't feel like, well, me otherwise. But I...thank you for the offer."
"Good, Vork said, I like a mortal who is content with what, and who, they are. It speaks well for your maturity. Now I want you to inspect me, intimately, and...arouse me in me in whatever way you see fit. Then pleasure me orally until I cum."
Well, I had my 'instructions', so obeyed them. I looked him over as he had ordered, and did so with genuine curiosity and interest. He was most definitely male, his rodent like body covered in lank greasy looking fur, dark grey with black highlights. His tail only had fur on the top, the rest being covered in reptilian scales, the underside in bands that ran up to his crotch before fading away. I also noticed small patches of fine scales under his fur in places. His head was rat like, but with small curved ram like horns and impressive chisel teeth and fangs, his ears large and delicate looking, like a bats. He had two large bat wings folded tightly on his back, and the membranes felt smooth and warm like suede. I found myself stroking them, and he must have liked that as he made a soft chrrrring sound. He made the same sound when I ran my fingers through his fur, which though it looked greasy was actually smooth and clean. It seems even demons believe in personal hygiene. He had long wicked blacks claws on his hands and feet, and a nasty looking barb on the tip of his tail, and his legs bent more like an animals and ended in a rats paw with long sharp claws. To my surprise he stroked me with it, and the barb felt soft and smooth. His balls were quite large and his scrotum covered in fine down black fur, and they hung inline instead of side of by side, somewhat farther back between his legs then on a man. He had a long thick penis sheath much like those I'd seen on rats, and as I examined it his penis began to slide out as I gently stroked his sheath, and he gave that soft chrrring sound again, and ran his claws through my hair. It was kind of funny, I'd expected him to be brutally ravishing me, and instead he seemed almost, well, shy.
His penis didn't have a head, just a fairly pointed tip and the shaft was somewhat convoluted looking with slightly twisting ridges running up its length. And he was big, as big as Brutus and then some. I squeezed his balls, and he gave a squeal as a large drop of pre formed on the tip of his cock. I licked the drop off and to my surprise it made my tongue tingle, and I was soon introduced to the aphrodisiac affect of demon pre and cum. His penis was a dark red color, rubbery and glistening, it looked wet and was, and soon my saliva made it wetter as I wrapped my tongue around his length and slid it up and down slowly, greatly enjoying myself to my surprise. My fears were gone, this was a male and I knew how to pleasure a male, no matter what they were. He gripped my head and gave soft hissing squeaks of pleasure as I took his penis in my mouth and swallowed as much as I could, tonguing the shaft as I sucked gently, hefting and fondling his balls, squeezing every now and then.
"Eeeeek! He squealed, that's nice, eeeee, mortal, don't, eeekk, stop!"
Vork was quite happy so far, he liked a female that knew how to pleasure a male, and he smiled at Marian as her familiar kept fucking her, and she smiled back. Then he turned his full attention back to the female so deliciously sucking his cock. Nice lips and tongue, he thought. As he felt himself approaching release he grabbed her head tighter and started humping her face, grunting and squealing in pleasure, then clenched his jaws shut and hissed as he came in her mouth, and she swallowed it all, much to his approval.
"That was nicely done; you have skill, the demon said. Now it is tem for me to return the favor. Hop up on the altar, lie back, and spread your legs for me."
I really can't believe I just gave a demon a blow job, and loved it! I thought, as I did as he ordered. So far this was pretty nice. His cum had filled my stomach with a wonderful growing feeling of warmth, and my pussy and nipples begin to tingle as they grew even more sensitive. When he slid his hands under my buttocks and lifted me to give him better access to my pussy I gave a squeal of my own as his tongue licked over my sex for the first time. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as he ate my pussy, and his tongue must have been two feet long, the tip forked like a snakes. He actually curled that tip around my clitoris and squeezed with it! Soon I had to lie back down, grunting and moaning as he did things with his tongue, things I can't describe. I tried to buck and kick, but he knew what he was doing, and easily held me still for his eagerly lapping flicking licking tongue, and I squealed and grunted, saliva spurting from between my lips as he brought me closer and closer, and when I climaxed I gave a deep squealing shriek of ecstasy. He gave me a last lick to two to catch every drop of my juices, and smacking his lips in satisfaction, he said.
"You know, I think you may have some lady rat in you!" Which I took as a compliment.
I stood up, weak kneed from the fading glow of my orgasm, and he helped me stand like a real gentleman. He just wasn't what I'd expected, no maniacal laughter, no trying to rip out my soul, or devour me alive kind of demonic stuff.
"Thank you." I said.
"My pleasure, he replied, and now that we're nice and slicked up it's time for the real fun to start. Get down on all fours."
I did as I was told, and not just because I wanted to. I recognized an order when I heard one. I had a feeling if I protested the niceness would end. He sniffed at me again and I trembled in anticipation, and I moaned as his weight settled onto my back and he mounted me, and as his penis penetrated my nether lips I gasped, he was HUGE! I swear he went into me up to my breasts, and I could feel my stomach bulging, but he hadn't looked THAT big! But there was no pain, or, no, that's not quite true, what there was, was agonizing ecstasy. Pain and pleasure so intense it merged into sexual euphoria, that's the only way I can describe it.
"Uhhhhh, I moaned, oohhhhhh, harder, faster, please!! aaaAAAHHHH!"
"As you wish!" He squealed, and started slamming his furry thighs into my rump even faster.
I hung my head and almost passed out, I'd been screwed by more men in a day than most women ever screwed in their lives, but I had never experienced anything like this! The drug effect of his cum and semen increased the pleasure tenfold, and my circuits were overloading. Soon I was cumming almost constantly, and could feel my fluids dripping down my thighs. He leaned over and nibbled at my hair and ears, his long tongue licking over my face as he gripped my shoulders, and I grunted and moaned in bliss. Madam Marian hadn't lied; this WAS the best sex I'd ever had!
Finally his grunts and squeals became louder and more guttural, his thrusts speeding up even more, and he gave a kind of roaring/hissing/squeal as he came, and I had the most massive orgasm I'd ever felt before as his hot cum spurted deep inside of me. And he was just getting started; he stopped for a minute, then started fucking me again while I squealed in delight. He fucked me for at least two hours, bringing us both to several more incredibly pleasurable orgasms. It's hard to say who enjoyed it more, me or the demon. Then he pulled out with a pleased grunt.
As his penis slid free of my, oh so well fucked pussy, I turned around, warm fluids dripping from my sex. He leaned against the altar and panted, then gave a squeal of surprise when I leaned over and started sucking his cock again, cleaning off his; and my own, sexual fluids.
"Ohhh, eeeek, that's nice!" He said.
"Mhmmm, mmfffffhhh, I said, my mouth full.
When he was nice and clean he helped me get up, and I saw that Brutus was still fucking Marian. They'd been at it for hours! Marian was draped over the podium grunting every time Brutus thrust into her, but looked almost comatose. Brutus had his head back and was panting heavily as he thrust, his tongue lolling from the corner of his mouth. The demon saw where I was looking, and we looked at each other and laughed.
"Even by Hell's standards those two are...impressive." He said.
"I believe it." I said.
The rat demon licked his fangs with the marvelous tongue, and said "Up on the altar now, legs spread."
I propped myself up and watched as his strangely shaped penis slid into me again so easily despite its size, my pussy looking impossibly stretched. Then as he grunted and began to thrust I lay back down and arched my back and spread my legs as wide as I could, and he gave a soft squeal of pleasure as he slid in a little deeper. And he fucked me, oh how he fucked me! I lost track of how many times he made me cum, and screamed every time I orgasmed. He clawed and kneaded my breasts, pressing his muzzle against my face and I gave muffled squeals of ecstasy as his tongue slid down my throat. And the longer he fucked me the more brutal it became, and I loved it, wanted it that way, it was fantastic. Pure animal lust at its best, or worst, depending on your point of view.
Finally I heard Madam Marian say, rather loudly, "Mast Vork, it's almost dawn! You must release her, your oath!!"
With a final squeal of pleasure he came one more time, then pulled out of me followed by a gush of cum and other fluids. I just lay there moaning, too weak and spent to even close my legs. He leaned against the altar for a minute gasping, and then from somewhere produced a small silver flask, and held it under my pussy to catch the thick cum dripping from it. When it was full he put in the stopper and set it down next to me.
"The main ingredient in many of your spells is demon cum, he explained. Normally I would require you to milk me for it, but we are out of time. I am most satisfied by our bargain, you have more than adequately fulfilled your obligation to me. It was most enjoyable, for a mortal you have great stamina."
"I've never been fucked so well in my life, I said, it was fantastic. You're not what I expected, I mean, .....!"
He leaned over and kissed me again, that tongue sliding in to its full length before he pulled away. He said, "I know what you mean. These are your spellbooks and charms, he said, indicating a small book and leather bag that appeared out of nowhere. Madam Marian will help you. I hope we can do business again lovely lady, now please leave the pentagram. It is not your time to go to Hell yet. This is, of course, unless you'd like to. You gave me great pleasure, I promise I would not harm you in any way, or force you to do anything you didn't want to do. You would be a treasured slave, and, oh, the things I could show you, and do to you!"
I got up with a smile, and honestly, I was tempted. I thought I wouldn't mind being his sex slave at all. But I had things to do first.
"You offer is very tempting Master Vork, I said, but I have things to do here first, but later, well, who knows."
"A shame, he said, but the offer stands."
"Are you really a, I mean, do you really run the brothels of Hell?" I asked.
"Indeed, he said, that is my main profession. Like yourself I am a provider of sexual pleasures, but unlike you my 'stock' does not get paid. They are slaves, nothing more. You know, he said, I have a, er, business proposition."
"Which is?" I asked curiously.
"You desire revenge, do you not? He said, to punish those who wronged you?"
"Of course." I replied.
"Then my proposition is this, he said with an evil smile, do not kill them or harm them, give them to me, body AND soul. I can always use new sex slaves for my 'stock'. Oh, the things I will do to them; and make them do, for eternity! What they did to you will pale in comparison. You may even choose what forms they will take; I can recommend many different ones, and of course I will reward you handsomely. If you wish to, er, play with them first I can certainly understand."
I thought about that for a few seconds, and then smiled, and he smiled too, both our grins equally evil for humans can be just as depraved and evil as any demonkind. "I'd like that, I said, it's perfect!"
"Good! he said, I think we'll be doing a lot of mutually profitable business together my love!" And he gave me a nice long kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth again, then said "As much as I would like to pleasure you again you must go now, the dawn rapidly approaches. Think on my other offer too, it would be glorious!"
I stepped out of the pentagram, and as I turned to look back Madam Marian gave a moan of ecstasy as she climaxed again, and spoke a word of power and the demon gave me a small bow as he disappeared from view in an instant. It was strange, but I was truly sorry to see him go. I knew he was an evil and vile creature, but he was also charming and had been a fantastic lover. I had never been screwed so well, or long. I knew in the future I'd be measuring every other male's performance against his.
I staggered over to the podium and leaned against it, and Madam Marian must have looked as tired and satisfied as I did. Her face was flushed and her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead. Brutus had dismounted, and I could hear wet slurps as he cleaned her sex.
"Well, what did you think of Vork?" Madam Marian asked with a smile.
"It was, it was fantastic. I've never been, well, fucked so well and long in my life, even with multiple partners. I thought he'd never stop."
"Oh, he wouldn't have unless I'd reminded him. Had you 'chosen' to still be coupling with him when the sun rose, well, you'd be in Hell with him right now. But I think it would not have been intentional on his part, you both were completely engrossed with one another. Frankly I can't remember the last mortal who pleasured him so well; except maybe for me, and he was impressed with you. That's rare. That offer he made you, he meant it. You would be a slave, but a very special and powerful one. He made me the same offer more than once, but my soul belongs to another or I might have accepted. But do not make the mistake of assuming anything about him; he IS a demon, albeit a rather charming one."
"Did you hear how he proposed I take my revenge?" I asked.
"Yes, and you must think on that, Marian said, it would be a truly horrible fate for even those as deserving as your enemies. Revenge yes, but an eternity in Hell?"
I thought about it, thought about the utter terror I'd felt as they destroyed my life and raped not only my body but my soul, and how they'd laughed. "I'm sorry, I said, if Vork wants them, he can have them. But I'll have my own personal revenge first. The world will be a better place without them. I know I am not the only ones whose lives they ruined; they indirectly killed my father and mother. No, I have no qualms about delivering them to a demon, to do with as he wants."
"Very well then, Marian sighed, I cannot say I blame you, and one such as I certainly cannot judge you, I myself have committed unpardonable horrors. In our own way we are as depraved as those we call demonkind, but for them it is what they were created for, we chose to do it."
I could think of no way to answer that, so merely nodded.
"But be sure to get as much out of him as you can, Marian said, for what you offer him is very valuable in Hell. He will be willing to give you great wealth, power, and many other things. But as always; be careful, just because he may be a friend and lover does not mean he won't drag you down if he gets the opportunity. After all, it is what he does, and he is what he is."
"Will you help me for awhile, I mean, teach me how to use spells and how to summon him, or other demonkind?" I asked.
"But of course, that is part of the services you paid me for. I will instruct you until I feel you are ready to perform such skills on your own. In fact I suggest you move in with me for awhile. It is not as easy as you think. He has already given you powers through your intercourse with him, the ability to learn to speak and read demonic among others. But I will still need to instruct you in proper pronunciation and context. You will also need to learn some Latin, as many of the spells are in that language. For some reason many spells do not translate well into English."
"That's kind of funny, I said, I took advanced Latin at the University as it was more interesting than the other languages, and I had to take courses in at least one. I had straight 'A's', and my teacher tried to talk me into getting a minor in it. I'm a little rusty, but don't think I'll have much trouble once I start reading and speaking it again."
"You have no idea, Madam Marian said, how much that will come in handy. Many would-be Sorceress's and/or Sorcerer's end up being dragged down to Hell because they made a simple mistake in how they read a spell, mispronouncing a word or phrase at the wrong time, it's a high price to pay for eternal damnation."
"Very well, I said, I won't need much. I can run to the store and pick up a few things. How long do you think? I need to let my business associate know how long I'll be gone."
"In your case not that long, Marian said, I would think a month at the most. Your knowledge of Latin will be invaluable. I might even be able to learn a thing or two from you! I have a spare bedroom and bath for your use, or if you like you can join Brutus and I in the main bedroom, the bed is more than large enough for all of us. I would be glad for the company, and I know Brutus would be pleased. But I warn you, I doubt we'd get much sleep!"
And she was right!
The End
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