Monarchia Daemonum (Closed for No_such_thing)

[PleasureBot69]

Lisabetta was, on the surface, an ordinary young woman of twenty-three years old. A little tall, and with a confident smile and pale face, she cut a beautiful - if slightly pallid - figure in the city of Toronto, where she studied anthropology at the University of Toronto. Her studies were - again, on the surface - involved with various hierarchical religious structures. And Lisabetta Alighieri was indeed intrigued by such studies. Yet, a little further within, there was another layer to this accomplished woman. Her quiet, patient rage. And her interest in the demonic.

There was no denying that Lisabetta was an amateur in the occult arts. Four times now, she had called the Evil Eye upon fellow students at the university, and each time there had seemingly been a response. One co-worker had suffered a substantial financial loss after she had insulted Lisabetta in front of the rest of the faculty. Another had become divorced from their wife after their affair was suddenly exposed. And Lisabetta suspected that her dark rituals were somehow, impossibly, involved. She had a certain, quiet confidence that it was her involvement that had made it come true. And in reality, that was just the case...

For demons truly did exist. And they listened. The Latin that Lisabetta spoke so elegantly could truly weave commands that demons were compelled to answer. They were invisible, and they did not show themselves to Ms. Alighieri. But they were out there. And they had a hatred for Lisabetta that thus far had remained impotent - a hatred that she could command them with her dark knowledge. And further, that her soul was intact, and her reputation undamaged by her mischief. A cost was slowly building up, unbeknownst to Lisabetta (Liza to her friends), and the demons - thus far - had had no way to extract it.

Lisabetta was pacing her room, in her lonely one-bedroom apartment, in a silent paroxysm of rage. Her face was dark - Liza did not show her emotions very often, but a woman in her life had made her mad with hatred, and Lisabetta's features were knit into the perfect picture of the woman scorned.

For the last six months, Liza had been involved with a young man called Kyle Larson. Like Liza, Kyle was a first-year Master's student, researching psychology, and they had met in undergraduate Debate Club and remained certain friends through uncertain times. While they had steadily grown closer together, Liza was nervous about losing her virginity to any man, even the trustworthy Kyle, despite his growing impatience, which in the last few months, he had started to vocalize more obviously. Kyle's insistence was, if anything, a turn-off for Lisabetta, who preferred the stoic mate over the "horny teenager" that she claimed "shows himself when you come on to me like that".

Liza's friend - EX-FRIEND - Alice, was just the opposite. Alice had met Kyle through Lisabetta, and immediately been attracted to him physically. Despite her friendship for Lisabetta, she had made romantic overtures, and before too long, bedded Kyle, who being a virgin himself, was easily seduced, not knowing up from down.

And just this afternoon, Liza had - quite innocently - found Kyle's Facebook page, to find private messages that made his involvement with Alice quite obvious...

STILL HAVE THE TASTE OF YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH - YUMMY CUM OVER TONIGHT?

Liza was disgusted. Enraged. Overwhelmed.

She began to lay out chalk on the floor of her room, in familiar circles. Latin words and signs marking out the elements, astrological symbols, and then symbols representing the names of various demons, adorned her floor. The room was lit only with candles, black ones that Liza had never used before. She felt a manic energy overtaking her, slowly settling into a more serious, vengeful hate - crystallizing. Her more profoundly hateful side was growing by the moment, even as she calmed. The ritual gave her some sense of peace...and yet, in her anger, she was making a few small mistakes. Ones that in a moment of grace, she would not likely have made. The sigil representing the price she was willing to pay, did not read "a reasonable price to destroy Alice's body and soul", but something to the effect of "my body and soul as reasonable price, to destroy Alice". Liza's preference for precise study over melodramatic flair usually guarded against silly mistakes like this one, but her previous successes was making her giddy with power.

It was early evening, now, and her apartment window was shut up with blinds, with only some moonlight trickling in to accompany the dark candles. She had cleared a large space in her living room, down to the hardwood. Inside a large chalk circle she sat, marks lining the floor and lacing around the circle's circumference. She was dressed in the clothes she had walked in wearing: a long black dress with a top-half that had a few almost Gothic floral embellishments, her auburn hair bound into a tight bun held up by decorated hair sticks. She had presented on campus today, and was slightly made up, with dark eyeliner and a little purplish lipstick. Liza's aquiline face was pursed and slightly pinched with annoyance, and beneath her clothes her moderate bust rose and fell as she tried to control her breathing, slowing down her racing heart.

She began to chant, kneeling amidst her Satanic signs.

 

[No_such_thing]

Amon felt the summons before the woman had even planned it, time ran differently in the netherworld and he knew any incantation required to summon a being such as him would take time to reach it's peak. He felt his essence being drawn slowly towards the point where the veil weakened. It was... disappointing, although he knew a lot had changed since the time of magicians, it always spoiled any summoning for him. Demons were familiar enough with the material realm to know that things had changed, in places the veil was only thin and those with enough power could watch or occasionally push through. Ghost sightings, hauntings, freak deaths, these were usually the work of one of his brethren. But a summoning, there hadn't been a summoning in centuries, not since John Dee in the sixteenth century. It was true, some humans had the talent to exploit demons power, but only the smallest portion could be channelled through, and that was often through innate ability rather than learning.

Summoning was a different matter. It called for complex incantations, runes, pentagrams and countless charms of protection and binding. But not this time, I watched as a young woman sketched out the summoning circle in chalk, she was clearly angry, and angry people make mistakes. There, I spotted it just as she enunciated the final syllable of the summoning. "My body and soul as reasonable price, to destroy Alice", so simple, a tiny mistranslation and an even smaller misspelling in the runes, she was mine. Whoever this Alice was, I doubted she would be a challenge. The chances of there being one with the ability to summon me was small enough, the chances of another able to summon one of my power were astronomical. She had bought her revenge, but at what price?

Although, examining the room he could see that she was an amateur, satanic symbols adorned the floor, black candles stood around the circle, all of it pointless. Demons actually had nothing to do with the devil, or hell, or humanities outmoded belief system. They were simply beings that existed in the nether realm, a separate plane of being. Satan was simply a way of pinning a tag to them.

The summoning complete, I felt my essence being drawn irresistibly towards the pentagram in the centre of the floor. He decided to enter dramatically, if he could scare the woman into leaving her own pentagram then he was free to wreak havoc in the world, unrestrained by any magical bindings or incantation. There was a bang, a flash, a pillar of smoke emerged from the floor, bubbling upwards malevolently, a pair of burning red eyes snapped open in it. An acute observer would have noticed that although the smoke curled and moved as though free, it stayed perfectly within the boundaries as defined by the pentagram. She had made a mistake, but it didn't allow Amon the freedom he wished for.

He allowed the smoke to collapse into, reforming his appearance into an old favourite, a tall, muscular warrior with coal black skin, but retaining the glowing red eyes. The naked man in the circle bowed gracefully, almost mockingly, knowing he would have his own way when his task was complete. He already knew all he needed, but he had a reputation to maintain and a sense of the dramatic had never hurt in his life. "Your command milady?"

 

[PleasureBot69]

I was horrified.

The moment I saw the smoke, I was already scrambling backwards. Of course, the first thing I thought was: fire! The room was poorly lit, candles providing insufficient light even with the treacherous aid of the moon, and it seemed at first conceivable that a candle had fallen, or - poorly placed - had lit up some papers. "Oh, for the love of - " I began to groan, before the smoke began to take form...

By this time, my right arm was outside of the chalk shape, having shifted back from kneeling into the 'crab' position, but I froze before leaving entirely, my body lean and wired for action, nerves like live wires. I began to realize something was wrong as two little red lights seemed to flicker on. Only to realize that they were...eyes?

"No, it's...it's impossible, it can't possibly be true," I was whispering, seeing a face beginning to form. It was close - very close - but some instinct made me freeze. I felt the chill of doom very near by. If I left from the pentagram that I had sketched out within the circle, then the demon was released. I jerked my arm back inside, hoping that had not weakened the effect. It was astounding how quickly my reason returned to me. I had always been rational, but to shift focus back into sense once again, after so dreadful a noise, and so dreadful a sight, surprised even me.

I felt the terrible difference in our postures and shapes. Me, a mere woman, and lying almost crumpled on the floor in my stately clothes; he, a grand warrior of a man, nude and proud, an uncompromising figure that looked cut from some night-soaked glacier.

I felt our terrible closeness. I could not leave this space, but neither could he. Not yet. We were each bound in our subtly different ways. I had never seen a naked man before, certainly not like this, and it was dreadfully intimidating, setting aside his clearly demonic aspects - his appearance in smoke, and the glowing scarlet eyes. I could not respond to him. My quick green eyes glanced up at him, raking over his face and chest, too modest to look any lower.

I tried to put my words together into a cogent sentence. What emerged was to the effect of: "so it is true. I always wondered. Always imagined...that it was coincidence and wishful thinking. Or a self-fulfilling prophecy. Hating them, they sensed my hatred and were somehow...undermined. But it is true. Every word of it. My..." I was going to say 'my God', but somehow that seemed inappropriate.

I could not meet his eyes, not even for a moment. I had been gazing at his nose, and now I looked down and to the left, no longer maintaining the charade of challenging him. After all, this was not about assertiveness. This was about occult control. He was mine, and could not touch me. If demons were real, and could really be summoned, then surely my scholarship too was correct - surely the seals were truly binding him. Nevertheless, I felt the fire of his gaze and I flinched.

For another moment I froze up. I did not know what to say to this goliath horror, who happened to have a beautiful form. I remembered then, that he had asked me a direct question, and gave out a forced response, feeling on-the-spot. To avoid his question seemed...impossible.

"There is a woman. Alice Stelmack. And she betrayed me. I want...I suppose I want you to harm her a particular way. I will pay you, as I have already written, with the reasonable price I mentioned before. I want you to...make her loins like that of a man. Leave her as she is, but replace her womanhood with a penis. It's what she deserves, and is somehow appropriate for her sin of lust. Her sin, that wounded me, and destroyed my love."

I found myself speaking in a slightly archaic manner - womanhood, 'sin of lust', loins. That made some elementary sense. There was something grandiose about older language, like Latin, that made it seem appropriate. Haven spoken, I began to stand up, then thought better of it. I did not feel like being face-to-face with this living terror, this part of my darkest imagination come to life. I remained on the ground, shaking slightly with giddy power, slightly with abject fear and dread.

 

[No_such_thing]

Amon smiled, the woman had no idea what she was dealing with, such a task would be little challenge to him, she could have summoned far weaker demons to do it. Perhaps her foolishness and inexperience would prove to be only to his advantage, after all, she had now given her body and soul to him in return for this service, she was his to do with as he wished.

It was almost as though she was already resigned to it, she refused to meet his eyes, nearly cowering before him. Her body language spoke volumes of the tension and fear filling her, but at the same time wonder and pride. Amon nearly curled his lip in disgust, humanity thought they were so superior to demons, but they had really let themselves go, their technology was nothing compared to the power magic had once granted them. They didn't act as one with nature, they took what they wanted, from the planet and demon's alike. Some of the younger demons were even now beginning to reflect mankind's destructive and warlike nature. Maybe she was lucky it was he she had summoned and not one of the younger hot headed beings borne of the chaos of the other.

Lisabetta examined him, but not, Amon noted with wry amusement, below the waist. He, on the other hand, took the opportunity to examine every inch of her not undesirable body, for a human anyway. But then this would be the first human he would have to play with for centuries. A little pale perhaps, but then those who summoned demons often were, long hours indoors pouring over manuscripts were not good for the complexion. Although she obviously had a taste for the dramatic like Amon did. She was wearing a long black dress that had clearly taken some inspiration from the gothic, along with dark eyeliner and purpled lips. The satanic symbols on the floor would have been more evidence of this, but he suspected they were simply drawn from ignorance, shamans had been summoning the demonic since long before the likes of Solomon and Moses exploited their abilities. Long before the concept of Satan truly formed in the minds of men.

He bowed at her command, then asked, "and her lover? What would you have me do with them?" Not exactly mind reading, more informed guesswork, anyway, keeping her in awe of his abilities couldn't hurt, especially since she was already in obvious awe of her own summoning and supposed control of him.

 

[PleasureBot69]

Note: corrected my amusing slipup, "I found herself". Durpdurp.

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I heard how quickly my command was absorbed into this great creature, and was suddenly - not without a certain nausea - certain that everything I said would be done just so, in precisely the way I asked. It was a little unnerving having such power, being such a - a goddess.

At his renewed bow, I began to rise, pulling myself up properly to gaze at him. I found myself considerably shorter than he, but I knew that a woman's power had never lain in outmatching a man's height. I looked up towards his face, smiling in a manner that grew more confident by the moment. Demons were not so very strange. This one, ultimately, resembled a human closely enough. He was simply immensely powerful beneath the skin. Yet...I found myself wondering: could he fly? Throw fireballs? Loose a flood of imps upon the world? If I asked for Kyle Larson to be hurt, to what extreme would this being take it?

"Well," I said out loud, "when he finds Alice turning away from him, he'll learn his lesson about other women, and probably come crawling back to me. I'm not particularly bothered about him. I'll have my revenge by simply never accepting him back. He does still love me. I think the only thing I'd like...is for him to love me even more than before, so that my rejecting him makes him jealous. Very jealous. Almost crazy. Not in a way that will cause him to lash out at me, or any of my future boyfriends; just the kind of need of me, that will make him suffer to see me even holding another man's hand. Get him squirming. At that point, I will get my repayment whenever I feel like it, with Kyle reduced to putty in my hand."

I smiled maliciously, lipstick glistening as my soft lips hooked up slyly. I was fully coming into my role as a satanic priestess. I felt hatred coursing through me. That asshole, Kyle. I had invested so much with him, even thought that we could be together forever.

Still...

"The only thing is, I want a safe word, to cut the spell off with Kyle and return him to his own feelings about me, if I think he's been tortured long enough. Something wacky that I will not say by accident."

A wise thought. I didn't know if a few months later, it would be too painful for me, to see Kyle tortured by his impossible love. I wasn't a complete sadist. Now standing, I met the demon's eyes, sneering slightly, my hands on my curvaceous hips.

"Alright, demon. I'm almost done with you. That is all I ask, and I pledge my soul to pay the cost I have decreed. First, down on the ground, and kiss my foot. Then get out of my sight, and do my bidding." There was something intoxicating about this demon, but beyond all else, it was my strange ability to force his hand, as though he were collared. After all the problems with Kyle, and a screaming fit of a conversation that afternoon over the phone, it felt revivifying to put a man in his place - even if the demon was, in fact, an 'it'.

 

[PleasureBot69]

*bump*

 

[No_such_thing]

OOC: Apologies for the late response, I have been busy over Christmas.

I almost, almost attempted to blast her right there and then. How dare she? This was what had happened to those who had had the power to summon us, many had grown drunk with their power, abusing our abilities and our dignity. They always made a mistake eventually, even those learned old men would learn to fear our vengeance, that was why the practice had died out. Fortunately, I resisted the temptation. A thoughtless blast would result in excruciating pain from the wards, if not outright annihilation.

Inclining my head, I spoke, "you need only command me by my name to 'desino supplicium' and I will end his punishment." Keeping a gracious smile on my face I knelt, lowering my face to her foot as she stood there gloating with her power. My lips barely brushed her toes, then before she could command me any more I stood and turned, spinning as my form disintegrated, flying out to momentarily thicken the shadows in the corner of the room. In seconds it was as though I had never been there, all except for a scorch mark in the centre of the pentacle, theatrics never hurt. Little did she know it was her soul that was the cost.

I soared above the city, I had a name now, and with a name I had power over it's bearer. it didn't take me long to find both of them. They were together, I would have smiled were I still corporeal. I watched from the shadows as the two copulated on the bed. She writhed beneath him, clutching the covers in ecstasy as he thrust savagely into her, grunting like a beast. She moaned loudly and he let out a final cry as he came. Grinning, he rolled off her, they lay, naked, beside each other. It wasn't long before he spoke, "you're so much more fun than Lisabetta." I almost whooped then and there, the practice of true names had long since died out, for a name gave power over the one who bore it, that was how humans were able to summon and command us. But now I knew, at least part of, her true name. With that knowledge I would truly be able to exact my vengeance for my summoning and degradation.

They fell asleep before long and I reformed myself beside the bed. With a wave of my hand the lights extinguished themselves and another wave saw the males clothing fly across the room to land in my hands. I picked through it with distaste, his scent strong and disgusting, before I found a slim leather wallet. Opening it I found a drivers license, with, a full name. I now had everything I needed for my task. I carefully replaced the wallet in the pocket, before tossing the clothes back across the room. I advanced towards the bed, drawing back the covers. They stirred, but did not wake.

I licked one claw then traced it around her pussy, a near perfect circle, it left a faint red mark, almost like blood, but that faded quickly. I cocked my head, then held the spell back, I could see more prospects for amusement here. I turned to the sleeping male, taking a hold of his head and placing both thumbs over his eyes, I propelled the magic down through my arms and fingers, shaping it as it passed, then, as the spell reached the crucial moment I whispered his name. There was a brief flash beneath my thumbs, it was done. I moved to go, but paused thoughtfully, then bent and blew on his genitalia before throwing myself back into the shadows once again.

It was only a few minutes before he woke again, my spell not quite taking hold yet, but the other had already had quite an effect. His cock was already hard, swollen and engorged along it's length. Alice was still asleep and he obviously decided to arouse her before waking her for another fuck. He began to run his hands up and down her body, kneading her tits and rubbing her pussy before sucking on her nipples. She groaned in pleasure as she began to waken. He moved down to her pussy and began to eat her out, teasing and licking her with an amateurs enthusiasm. Nonetheless she was obviously enjoying it until eventually she moaned as she came. Not that it was what either had expected, at that point I released the spell and it acted instantly. Kyle had not expected to suddenly find his mouth full of stiff cock and cum.

Spluttering he fell back, and I allowed the final spell to take effect. "What the hell? Why am I here? What's wrong with you?" With that he dressed quickly and left, probably to beg his old lover for forgiveness, leaving a shocked Alice staring at her new genitals, which were, if I do say so myself, a particularly fine set...

 

[PleasureBot69]

OOC: Oh, not at all - no need to apologize. I was only bumping to make the thread easier for you to find whenever you returned. But I appreciate your explanation in any case.

Finally I could breath again. He had left, to do his awful business on my behalf. And from now on...was there anything that would not be mine, if I desired it? Was there anyone who could overcome me, if I willed their defeat? The world was an egg held in my palm. I began to murmur strange expressions, rejoicing in my success, my conquest. "The world is mine; what is beyond the world is mine; the demons serve me. At last, I reign throughout the legions of hell..." Things I could hardly imagine myself saying, now rolled off my tongue naturally and with profound pride.

Standing up, I paced my apartment, collapsing the designs, rubbing out the chalk marks, snuffing the candles. I kept the light low; I had never really liked bright bulbs and white rooms. I bathed, now silent, thinking only of the future, and how I was now a great magician - a commander of spirits. I stretched my toes in the hot water, smiling secretly to myself, and laughing from time to time. My hair rippled out through the water, and I felt myself falling into slumber...

Only to hear my phone ringing - the phone that was linked with the apartment intercom, indicating that somebody was requesting admittance. Normally I would have ignored it, but I somehow knew that the demon's work was already completed. It was Kyle.

I surprised myself by leaping out of the water, wrapping myself in a towel. For a moment I considered letting him wait, getting changed before letting him inside. But I had a nastier idea...now that he was wrapped around my little finger, I wanted to tease him, to hurt him with my closeness, with my teasing. I merely left the long towel around myself, showing plenty of my sleek thighs, and answered the phone, after confirming that it was Kyle, letting him upstairs.

As he entered, I was waiting in a leather armchair by the window, the blinds opened wider to permit a view over the gorgeous city, the moon licking at my bare neck. He saw me, froze, his face a picture of anguish. He wanted to launch into a torrent of confession, I could tell. I didn't let him.

"So," I said with a far-away look of distant pride. "You come crawling back. Did you find your slut satisfying? Or has Alice let you down?"

OOC: I figured we could back-and-forth with the other NPC's, if that works?

 

[No_such_thing]

I had watched her undress, admiring her lithe, but curvaceous body. She now appeared to be a lot more attractive than she had previously appeared. At least to a human, to me, it was more the pleasure of taking my revenge, perhaps defiling her as she had thus far avoided.

Despite the nonsense she had been spouting I knew that she was ripe for the plucking, after all, I had completed her task, now she was mine. But I decided I would watch the entertainment first. The towel, which left nothing to the imagination must have been particularly inflamatory for Kyle, particularly against the moonlit backdrop.

She spoke before he could open his mouth. "So, you come crawling back. Did you find your slut satisfying? Or has Alice let you down?" I almost chuckled at the cruelty in her tone. She really was delicious, I would take pleasure in breaking her, true pleasure. But first, a little fun.

Kyle began to speak, pouring out love for her in only the most soppy and disgusting way humans could. The spell however, was already in his mind, and with his true name I could do whatever I wanted. A quick pulse of magic altered the pathways ever so slightly, and his expression changed. He surged forwards, meek and pathetic body language now changed into aggression, he still loved her, but his motives were now slightly different. Technically it was still within the terms of her command. Realising something else, I pushed at his mind again and he clamped a hand over her mouth. I didn't want her stopping it too quickly. Although I didn't want her spoiled for me so she should be able to fight back.

 

[PleasureBot69]

I saw a sudden violence in his eyes, but before I could leap away from him, Kyle was upon me, his weight pressing into my little-protected body. His hand swiped over my mouth, and I could smell a salt on it that I could not have known was the odor of Alice's cum. Immediately he was over me, our waists together. His eyes looked mad.

Frightened, I tried to thrust him off of me, but his body was stronger than mine, and he had me beneath him. Behind his mouth, I barked "KYLE. Stop it! Get OFF!", but even if he heard me, would he really obey? I tried to think about the contract I had signed. I had ordered that he would not strike against me, but the devil had likely interpreted sexual overtures like this one to be acceptable. Why had I not been more explicit?

Despite myself, this man I had loved held some attractions for me. I felt his hand on one of my exposed thighs, and felt something stir in me besides mere fear and fury. He was sliding it up, trying to reach beneath the towel to touch me - there. But my arms were free, and both of them swung down to grip his wrist with both of my arms' strength, forcing him down. I tried to wriggle out of his grip, to find him strong as iron in this moment. Had the devil given him some enhanced strength, or perhaps that simply came with the passion I had wished for. Well, now I had it - in spades.

I felt something suddenly hard, like his wallet was jutting into my hip, only to realize that he was growing erect against me. This alarmed me, and I suddenly thrust my forehead against his head as best I could, connecting with his chin, hopefully shocking him into releasing me for a critical moment...

 

[No_such_thing]

Well, I was beginning to see a side of her that I'd only glimpsed. Although she was struggling, she hadn't used the safe word and seemed to be just as confused at her own feelings. Then she did something I hadn't expected, pulling her head back and headbutting Kyle, hard. There was a sharp crack as their skulls connected and he staggered back.

Amused I watched as he stood back up, evidently frustrated in his aims. Before moving forwards again to her. But she was free now, and ready to fight. He made a grab for her again and she struggled, pushing him away again. He slipped and fell on the wet tiles, banging his head and swearing. On his back his hard-on was now extremely obvious, it looked painfully swollen, obviously there had been some remnants of my previous spell.

He struggled to his feet, slipping on the damp floor as he attempted to stand fully. I wondered whether I should stop it or allow the chaos to continue. He finally got to his feet, his face red with lust and humiliation. Muscles stood taught in his neck as I pushed a little harder at his mind. I wanted to see just how far I could push her until she used the safe word.

 

[PleasureBot69]

My approach might well have surprised the devil, though it was not for his pleasure that I acted as I did. Kyle was not a muscular man, but he was infuriated. It was obvious from where I stood that his blood was boiling in his veins, that he was ready to rip the towel from my body and ravish me, if that was what it would take. So it took immense bravery to speak as I did. Immense bravery, or incredible foolishness.

"Kyle, stop it. You will NEVER win me that way, do you understand? You love me, isn't that so? If you take another step towards me, I will hate you for the rest of time. Do you see that? If you stop where you are, and then back away, I can forgive your moment of rashness. But I mean it! One inch towards me, and I will forever consider you to be the foulest beast that ever slouched through my life. Do you want that?"

My eyes were flashing fire as I spoke. I was not some slag to be used by this lusty imbecile. Assuming he slowed his assault, I would move towards a wardrobe nearby, pulling out a long, violet bathrobe. As a test of his loyalty, I would insist he turned around while I slipped off the towel and put on underwear, and the robe. If he submitted to this - well, perhaps I could wind him back around my finger. Perhaps all was not lost. That was what I was thinking, as I stood there in my towel, still moist and warm from the bath, glaring like a cornered cat - but a cat with sharp claws.

 

[No_such_thing]

Ah. She was more intelligent than she had first appeared then. Although I could manipulate the spell to an extent, it's nature was still that commanded by Lisabetta. I could push harder, but not without frying his mind and the bindings on the command meant that should I do so punishment would be swift and if not fatal, excruciatingly painful. I let my power lapse, perhaps not now, but soon I would be able to take advantage of my control over him.

As I let the spell calm his face fell, he looked heartbroken, confused, upset. Well he would after that. She made him turn around before stripping off the towel, her curvaceous body revealed for a moment before she stepped into her underwear and swung a long bathrobe about herself. I nudged at Kyle's consciousness and he turned without being asked, groaning with frustrations as the after-effects of my influence made themselves felt.

This was proving to be more entertaining than I had thought. She was obviously no pushover either physically or intellectually, destroying her and claiming her soul was going to be such a pleasure...

 

[PleasureBot69]

Turning, my heart was in my mouth. I was not sure what to expect - to have Kyle on his knees begging forgiveness, or to have him pounce me and try to have his demon-inspired way with me! Now wrapped in my robe, I felt considerably more in my element. And he seemed positively...wracked with weakness.

I had him speak, then, answering the questions I still had in my mind. Whether he had seen Alice often? Whose idea it had been? Why exactly had he come here - merely to ravish me, or with some other motivation? What he now planned to do? Question after question, and him kneeling all the while, left me feeling fresh and enlightened, and poor Kyle feeling (I imagine) rather poorly indeed.

When I was through with him, I sat myself down in a comfortable chair, and smiled to myself silently for a time, simply to make him nervous. I could hear him shifting from one foot to the other, like a henchman in some terrible horror film, awaiting his master's (that is, mistress's) decision as to his fate. At last, I broke the tension. "Well, since you have such a craving for flesh, perhaps there is something you can do for me. I would like a back massage. Can I trust you to do that - without hazarding to displease me, this time?" If he complied, as I imagined he would, I would lie down on my sofa, unfolding my robe low enough for him to access my back - leaving my bra on - and let him run his hands over my tender skin. I had scented cream to enhance my pleasure with this, as Kyle was no doubt an amateur at these sorts of activities. Well, so be it! The point was not really my pleasure (alright, in part it was) - but the main point was to torture Kyle, with my hot body directly under him, with all this hinting at sexual intimacy, only for me to reject and discard him when I was satiated, before anything really sexual had transpired.

 

[PleasureBot69]

*bump*

 

[No_such_thing]

As she issued her commands I realised I had found a new chink through which to torment her. I floated down from the shadows and, without a sound, stepped into Kyle. His back arched and his mouth opened in a silent scream of pain, then he slumped back. I was in control now, my essence filling every nook and cranny of his form. I wriggled his fingers, my fingers, then cracked my knuckles.

Kyle may be an amateur at this but I certainly wasn't. Kyle's fingers, now mine, flowed over her back, kneading at the central points of tension, relaxing muscles and letting the pleasure flow from my fingertips. She was strong willed but I could feel her shifting and relaxing under my expert massage. She was becoming more pliable and I wondered whether she would catch onto the source of Kyle's new found skill. Regardless I wouldn't allow him the satisfaction, under my control or not, of having her, that was something I intended to keep for my self. I smiled and Kyle smiled with me, a grim, dark smile of satisfaction.

 

[PleasureBot69]

My tight muscles relaxed slowly under these strangely enchanted fingers of my ex-boyfriend (or was he really my ex?). I had never imagined that he would be good at something like this, and had only really cooked up the massage idea to get him randy without him being able to engage me sexually. Now I felt myself responding, in certain ways, and it alarmed me. Kyle's fingers seemed to have a natural affinity for the back, and they rubbed and pulled with incredible dexterity, leaving me feeling warm and tingly all over my body.

Stranger still, I felt myself growing aroused under his touch, as though my rubbed back muscles had some unknown physiological connection to my...lady's parts. I felt myself frowning in something like resistance, disliking the idea of my body being so responsive to Kyle. Without speaking, I began to push myself up for a moment, as if to cue Kyle to stop, before finding his weight on top of me to be a strangely insistent pressure, and not an unpleasant one if I allowed it to be. Relaxing again, I let myself go, feeling everything loosen up under these possessed hands.

"God, are you secretly a masseuse or something, Kyle? Where did you learn - ah! - where did you learn to massage a woman like that?" I tried to think of something witty and catty to say, but felt a warmth spreading through my brain that seemed to cancel out all rational thoughts. Surrendering a little to the feeling, I just let Kyle work, hardly caring if he answered.

Kyle was perched, without much weight directly bearing down on me unless I rose up, on my lower waist, and as he moved about, I felt some of my robe shifting under the pressure of his body. My ankles were revealed, and then up to my lower thigh, my robe slipped up slightly, though at the time I hardly paid any attention. Clad in a black thong, it eventually rode up so that the bottom of my buttocks came into view, if Kyle chose to look back for a moment. Given that I had rolled it down from my top too, it was now mostly bunched into a pair of clumped-together piles, that with Kyle sitting between them, looked something like a saddle, albeit a soft and silky saddle. My mind was lost to the pleasure he was giving me, but I was fairly exposed by now, more exposed than in the rest of my life.

 

[No_such_thing]

I ignored her question, Kyle was almost totally subservient to my will now, ironically the only opposition I had to contend with was my own spell but I could handle that. Demons were as good as lawyers when it came to avoiding the terms of a contract and I intended to put those skills to use here. I could tell she was enjoying it, her body language, at first tense and hard, was loosening and reacting under my, literally, magic touch.

She was surrendering herself almost entirely to the sensations I was pouring out of my fingers, allowing herself to become vulnerable, and, as I glanced back, exposed. My look had revealed the movement of the robe, it had ridden up until it rested just above her bottom, revealing the black thong she was wearing. Reacting to natural human instincts and the spell his cock immediately became rock hard again, almost painfully so. I moved my hands to her shoulders and neck again, allowing Kyle's body to lean forward against her back. She couldn't fail to notice the hard-on now digging into her back as I made her well aware of Kyle's desire.

 

[PleasureBot69]

His hard-on jolted me back into reality, and I shook slightly under his weight, before giving a more serious effort and pulling myself out of his grip. "Woah there, cowboy," I said with a sneer, looking at him with as much dignity as I could muster. "I'm not in any rush with you. Now that you're back to knowing your place, I'm not here for your pleasure. You're here for mine, if at all. Get it?"

I laughed. "Did you think it would be that easy? You little worm. Get all excited from touching me, did you? I'm not some tart like Alice, for you to poke into when you feel like it. You ask permission before you try anything, bitch." Calling a man a 'bitch' was one of those dreams I had never achieved - it was about as satisfying as I had hoped. I put on a faux-concerned frown. "My, but you do have a stiffy, don't you! Well, if you want to take care of that, take care of that. I can see just fine from here."

I wanted to humiliate him. To have him jack off in front of me would be perfect. I tugged my robe back into its proper place, hoping he had seen enough of my hot little body to get his motor running while hinting at even nicer things in the future. "Or maybe you're waiting for me to get my camera, Kyle?" I said to rush his decision. Actually, it kind of thrilled some part of me that got excited over power dynamics, to think of having him masturbate before me, and even more so think of having the tape to hold over him. My smile still a sneer, I let him do as he pleased. But if he didn't submit, I was reasoning, I'd dump him out and do my own thing. I laughed again, gloating in my victory over him - and Men in general, through him. "Did you think an Alighieri was going to give herself to you so easily?"

Little did I know, that the demon I had summoned now had everything he needed to crush me. My soul was in his hands, along with both parts of my name within his grasp. If he so desired, he could command anything of me, and I would have to obey, on pain of endless damnation and torment. He simply wore Kyle's body. Even if he did submit to this command of mine, it would only be to further his own plans, and to my eventual or immediate downfall.

 

[No_such_thing]

Now I had her. Her true name, humans had forgotten the true importance and power of a true name, few enough could ever exploit it, but now it's true significance was lost to the past. Kyle laughed, I laughed, a deep, mellow amusement welling up, a sound that was so out of place on the skinny human it would have been unnerving.

I stepped out of Kyle, emerging behind him, towering over him. A casual push at his mind sent him scurrying for the door. "Lisabetta Alighieri." I was smiling, the white splitting my face, stark against the black of my skin. "Such a wonderful name, an... enchanting name." I clamped my will down hard onto hers, to her credit she struggled, her hands clenching into fists as her will sought to oppose mine. But it was all in vain, my revenge was irresistible. She did not have the willpower, or the knowledge to resist me. Undoubtedly it was in one of those tomes she had locked away, but in her lust for power she hadn't investigated them properly.

I frowned, she was making me work harder than I had anticipated, her will still slipping and struggling out of any bonds I tried to place upon it. Perhaps I had been a little over-confident, but unlike her I was still capable of action. Frozen in place, using all her will to resist me, she was an easy target, I could have merely used magic but that wouldn't have had the effect I really wanted. Humiliation. I strode forwards, raising my hand, a blow should shock her enough to give me the opening I needed.

 

[PleasureBot69]

I felt myself at war with an alien mind, and I knew beyond any doubt that this was not simply Kyle speaking to me. In fact, I somewhat doubted that it was Kyle at all. Then he began to run, and a different figure was in sight - a vast image out of spiritus mundi - the demon from before, in all his terrifying power, and wrath. And now he had my true name. I realized how terribly this might go. I was entirely at his disposal.

Still, I fought. I felt his will enter mine, and the two of us struggled over each niche and cranny of my selfhood, until he began to stride forward. I knew what would happen before it did, but was helpless to stop it, and his hand rose up, with me defenseless to impair its progress. He struck me however he wished, my body crumpling quickly under his superior strength.

In my robe, I tumbled, feeling myself grow limp just from a single strike. "This isn't right," I murmured as he closed in, not noticing how my breasts were obviously revealed from the robe, tightly bound in my bra, or how my creamy thighs were in plain sight. "I own you, not the...not the other way around. You have to submit to me. Get back, demon."

 

[No_such_thing]

I smiled in appreciation as her body was revealed. The backhanded blow hadn't been overly harsh, just enough to shock her. "I own you, not the...not the other way around. You have to submit to me. Get back, demon."

I cringed, recoiling from her as if the words burned. Then I stopped and straightened, a powerful laugh bubbling out. "NO! I will never submit to you again human, you offered your body and soul in payment and that is exactly what I intend to take."

I slammed my will down on her again, blasting through her feeble defenses. At the same time I knelt beside her, reaching out to her breasts, rubbing them gently, tenderly. But that combined with the magic that poured from my fingers was beginning to arouse her, far more fiercely than my previous massage had done. I let my other hand stray to her thighs, stroking up and down, always stopping a fraction from her womanhood, teasing her.

I knew she couldn't resist long under this teasing. The dual assaults on mind and body would prove too much for her will, soon she would be mine as she had promised in the summoning. I let a smile split the dark apparition of my face. I was going to enjoy this.

 

[PleasureBot69]

My purple-colored lips parted in a strange moan as I felt pleasure rush through my body, even as my mind was fighting. I felt some inner force snap inside me, and for a few moments I felt my body become entirely.....HIS. Before long I would regain limited control, but as his hands began to rub over my breasts and thighs, some primal force entered me, turning me into his puppet.

I surrendered utterly to his will for a few moments, my head thrown back to expose my neck, as my robe fell entirely away, and on a sudden impulse I cast it away from me. All of my pride was temporarily suppressed, as I became filled with need for this immense, powerful body. My nipples were rock-hard within my bra, and on a strange whim I unfastened it and let it fall to the ground, almost falling over myself in my haste to remove my panties. My small patch of trimmed auburn pubic hair came into sight, along with my wet, aching pussy. I suddenly needed to fuck so badly, I lost track of everything else.

Kneeling before the demon, my own hand began to slide over my labia, grazing at my clitoris, almost like I was on display for this tremendous devil. My other hand went to my lips, and I moistened my fingers with my teasing mouth, as though sucking my fingers was really sucking something entirely else, before I pinched one of my nipples, groaning. Writhing before him, I pushed my chest out, continuing to pleasure myself in the meantime.

Not until after he touched me skin-to-skin would I regain my sense of selfhood and upset dignity - as he well knew. Until then, I hardly knew what was going on. I only knew lust, and my deepest, most primal self.

 

[No_such_thing]

For a moment I was content to just watch her humiliate herself. Filing the incident away in my memory, from there I could call it up at will, display it to others, even insert it into the human internet with some small effort. Even if she somehow escaped my power, she was mine, blackmail was old fashioned, and crude, but it worked and while I was not human, I had my own base lusts and desires. To defile Lisabetta was chief among them.

She continued pleasuring herself before me, continuing to rub her pussy and breasts, she was almost dripping now. When she regained her senses it would be even more satisfying. She sucked the fingers on her other hand, longingly, suggestively. And I caught the suggestion. My cock had already begun to harden, but now it sprang forwards, larger than any humans could ever be.

I ran my eye over her, her pale, unblemished skin. Her breasts heaving as she twisted and moaned on the floor in front of me. Humans were so, base, but so interesting and even I, a demon of near unimaginable power, couldn't resist her. I stepped forward, bringing my cock forward so the tip rested on her purpled lips. I knew she would regain some sense of herself now, but I was confident I could overpower her will if she tried to resist.

 

[PleasureBot69]

I was suddenly restored to my sense of consciousness. Things flooded back. I was not just an animal - I was a woman - a powerful woman (or at least I had been) - and one who deserved respect and dignity. I was meant to be in charge! Immediately, I jerked away from the closeness of his body. Oh, God - the demon's cock had been on my lips, about to slip inside. How humiliating...

And yet, even as I pulled back, I felt his will overpowering mine once more, more subtly this time, but still present, still ultimately the stronger of us two. Though now I was aware at every moment, and though my eyes looked at him pleadingly - though I could hardly speak a word - my mouth drew back towards him. I found myself wet, in fact very wet, between the legs, with a kind of confused bewilderment. Stranger, my nipples were hard and stood out from my chest. I was so aroused, and had no memory of how I had gotten that way. And looking down - I was even naked! I could see a slight shine on my labial lips, betraying my wetness, and blushed. But I had little time for blushing...

My mouth met his cockhead, finding it both large and rather hot. The legends had always been about the icicle-cold phallus of the devil, but this one was huge and warm. I could not even estimate how many inches he was, but he dwarfed my previous lovers, and terrified me with how I was going to get it inside my mouth - or - other places, if it came to that. Words came out of my mouth that were not my own, though my eyes flashed fires of defiance as they were torn from me - "oh yes, let me choke on your fat cock, master..." Every syllable was a torture, but there I was saying it, recorded (against my knowledge or wishes) by his powerful memory, and as far as this 'video' would show, as though I was willingly saying it. The cock was rubbing against my lips, left and right, until he was good and wet with my lips moisture, slightly hued with the color of my lipstick. "I want this delicious cock in my mouth, sir, then down my throat."

Kneeling before him, my tits springy and soft, but kneaded by my subservient hands, while my cunt grew wet to the point of a rivulet of juice running down my leg, I felt my lips begin to part. From above, he would see my tight bun of auburn hair shift forward and backwards as I began to suck him off, a quiet slurping beginning to emerge in the quiet apartment. And he would see my fingers straining at my nipples, teasing myself almost the point of pain, while my tight ass pumped forward and backward in time with my sensuous, coerced blowjob.

At first I could handle only the head of his giant dick, before I began to force myself forward with more vigor. For a second I fought my way free, the big penis popping from my mouth to burn against my cheek, while I forced the words past my lips - "let me....go....." Then back in it went, and I forced three inches into the wet grip of my mouth, just a bit of him touching the back of my throat so that I spluttered, before happily sucking away once again, seemingly a willing participant in his oral pleasure.