Demon Seed

by Demon Seed (lit)

  Stepping from the room, she closed the door carefully and began to move as quickly and quietly as she could to the stairs she remembered in the north wing. She had been greatly distressed the day she had searched the abbey, though, wandering round and around and she discovered a flaw in her memory.

  The stair was not where she had thought it would be.

  She stopped, trying to think how much time had passed since the demon had left her, wondering if she should continue to search or go back before he returned and found her gone. She wasn’t certain she could gather the nerve to try again, though, and more importantly, she was still untouched. If she stayed the demon would ravish her and then she would be ruined even if she managed to escape. Perhaps her family would not even allow her to return if she was a fallen woman, tainted by the touch of a demon.

  Galvanized by those thoughts, she continued her search with less concern for quiet and more for the passing time. At last she found the stairs that she had been searching for and hurriedly descended to the first floor.

  The wing she found herself in was as dark as a cave even in the daylight, for it had been unoccupied for many years. Hurrying along the corridor, she checked each room for some egress from the abbey. Each had a window, but glass covered them and they could not be opened. She could break the glass, of course, but she didn’t want to make enough noise to attract attention. She found a door at last, but that, too, was sealed and she could not open it.

  Much time had passed. She knew that that was not anxiety or imagination, for she had been wandering around the great cave of the abbey down long corridors, searching rooms.

  Nuri would almost certainly have found her gone by now and he would be furious that she had broken his trust and fled the fulfillment of the bargain she had begged him to make with her.

  She could not bring herself to return to the room and face his wrath.

  With no other option than to break a window, or return to Nuri’s bed chamber, or try to escape through the great hall, she opted for the window. It was not as easy to break as she’d anticipated. She had beat upon it with the metal candlestick repeatedly before the glass finally shattered.

  The noise was horrendous. In her frantic haste to escape, she cut her palms on the glass still clinging to the now empty sill and landed in more broken glass when she leapt from the window to the ground. Ignoring the pain, she glanced around quickly and headed for the woods.

  She had not really considered what she would do if she managed to make it out of the abbey beyond the thought that she would hide herself in the woods as quickly as she could reach the covering of vegetation. She had not been conscious when Nuri had brought her to the abbey and had no idea in which direction the road lay.

  She could scarcely believe her good fortune when she reached the woods without an outcry behind her. Pausing to catch her breath, she searched through the thicket of limbs above her for the position of the sun. Dismay filled her when she could not see it. She finally decided that she had pinpointed the brightest area of the sky and began to struggle through the brush.

  It was thick and tore at her clothing, shredding it as the day wore on. By her estimation, she had been fighting her way through the thick tangle for hours when she finally stopped to rest and catch her breath. Puzzlement settled over her as she sat on the fallen long.

  She had heard no pursuit at all. Why?

  She did not believe Nuri had simply allowed her to leave. He must know by now that she was not in the abbey, however.

  Shaking that worrisome thought off when she’d caught her breath, she got up and began again, hoping that she would find the road--any road, a trail animals had worn through the wood. She found nothing but more of the same. Each time she found a patch of sky, she searched for the sun and not once did she spot so much as a sliver of actual sunlight.

  The forest had begun to dim around her when she stumbled upon an area that looked vaguely familiar to her. Stopping again to catch her breath, fighting the hope that had surged inside of her, she looked more carefully, searching for something else that looked familiar.

  Her heart seemed to stand still when she found it.

  Through the trees she could just glimpse the stones of the abbey.

  She’d done nothing but walk in a circle and ended up in the same spot where she had originally entered the woods.

  Consternation filled her but she was so weary from fighting the thicket of vegetation all day that she couldn’t even find the strength to run. Her legs simply gave out and she sprawled in the brush, staring in dismay at the abbey and trying to think what to do.

  Nuri appeared before her. His face was a mask of pure fury. “This is how you repay my trust? Are you satisfied now that I did not lie when I told you that you could not escape?”

  Colette stared up at him mutely, too tired even to feel more than a tiny flicker of fear.

  Reaching for her, he hauled her to her feet and escorted her from the forest and into the abbey once more. He did not take her up the stairs, however. Instead, he took her to the stairs to the dungeon.

  She resisted then, trying to break his hold for all the good it did.

  The two imps, Enis and Pell, appeared at the foot of the stairs and seized her as Nuri gave her a push in their direction. Whatever thoughts flickered through her mind that she might succeed in fighting them where she could not fight Nuri vanished within moments. They were small, but far stronger than she. Dragging her into a cell, they stripped what remained of her clothing away in spite of all she could do to fight them off and then placed a manacle around her ankle.

  When they had left, she scurried into one corner and huddled in a tight ball, shivering as the fear her weariness had held at bay began to take hold of her.

  She should have simply accepted her fate, she realized belatedly. He would have amused himself with her, but in time he might have grown bored and released her. He might also have grown bored with her and killed her, but she would never know now.

  Now, he would punish her.

  She didn’t want to think about that, but all sorts of horrible images filled her mind, each more frightening than the last. In time, even those images faded, however, and weariness once again produced apathy. She saw then that a hard crust of bread and a pail of water sat in one corner.

  When she’d ate the bread and drunk her fill of the water, she curled into a ball again and fell into an exhausted sleep.

  She had no notion of how long she had slept, but she was still drunk with exhaustion when she was roused, too disoriented to struggle. A cloth was bound tightly about her head, blinding her. Hands tightened around her arms, pulling her to her feet and the manacle was removed.

  She knew it must be the imps once more even though she couldn’t see them. She also knew her punishment for defying the demon was at hand. Despite her fear, she had little strength to fight them. The contest was lost even before they had dragged her from the cell.

  She stumbled and nearly fell as they led her into the corridor and turned down it, but they merely gripped her more tightly, holding her up and carrying her. She had no idea where they took her beyond the fact that they climbed no stairs. The room, therefore, was in the dungeon.

  Her skin pebbled with the chill of the air. She was forced down upon something cold and hard that bit into her stomach. Wrenching her arms upward, she felt the cold stone on the inside of her arms and then the cold of metal as they manacled her wrists.

  Fear and puzzlement filled her. Her face and arms, and her belly lay against stone, but the stone didn’t bite into her breasts. Before she had had time to consider what she must have been bound to, her ankles were seized and her legs pulled too far apart to support her. Manacles were clamped around her ankles as had been clamped around her wrists.

  Cool air caressed her cleft and her breasts.

  She struggled to rise and found that she couldn’t, could do nothing more than lift her head away from the stone. Subsiding after a few moments, she lay panting with her
cheek against the cold surface, tense, certain that any moment she would feel the bite of a whip on the bare flesh of her back.

  She gasped sharply when she felt something hot, wet and faintly rough glide over first one nipple and then the other. Of their own accord, her nipples stood erect, filling with blood until they pounded with each hard pulse beat.

  Something hot closed over her nipples, sucking hard. A flash of heat went through her. Gasping, horrified, Colette struggled again to move, to pull away. As before, she found it useless. The only effect it had was to cause her sharp needles of pain, for the mouths--and she knew it was mouths--sucked harder still.

  The imps?

  Revulsion filled her, but she had heard them move away from her. She had heard them leave the room and close the door. Once her ankles had been secured, she had listened to their retreating footsteps, for she had been listening fearfully for Nuri’s approach.

  Who, or what, was suckling her?

  She had no idea, but she could not ignore it. She tried to distance her mind from the sensation flowing through her. She tried to hold onto the surprise and revulsion she’d felt when it had begun. She tugged, ignoring the pain it caused her to try to pull away, but she could not move far enough away and as soon as she wilted helplessly against the stone again, the pain eased and heated pleasure surged into her from the tugging and teasing, the heat and suction.

  She bit her lip when she discovered that her breath was coming in short pants. Dizziness washed over her. Heat and tension coiled in her belly, grew tighter. She had expected pain. She thought she could have fought that and she would not have felt any shame if she hadn’t been able to. Pleasure was not something she could fight. Her body had a will of its own. It awakened to it, flowered, absorbed the sensations hungrily.

  The muscles low in her belly quivered, began to flex and relax. Moisture gathered inside of her, flowed. She felt the tender petals of her sex grow damp.

  Almost the moment her awareness of her femininity became impossible to ignore, she felt the touch of fingers, spreading her wide. A tongue, hot, moist and faintly rough like those she felt tugging and lapping at her nipples, glided along her cleft. She jerked all over, but she found she could no more evade that intrusive touch than the mouths that still suckled her breasts and she could not close her mind to the sensation that made her belly clench more tightly.

  The tongue lapped her sensitive flesh, sucked her. Finding a tiny nub of flesh more tender than any other, a mouth closed upon it, sucking. A moan escaped her, the sound loud in the silence of the cell. Yet she was hardly aware of it, aware of nothing but the unceasing stroke of tongue, the suction of mouth as she was licked and sucked hungrily.

  Something built inside of her, a tension she would doubtless not have been able to identify even if she could have kept her wits about her, which she couldn’t, for she had never felt anything like it before. It grew harder, stronger. Without warning, it ruptured, sending hard convulsions of pleasure through her.

  To her consternation, the teasing did not cease and then she felt the ultimate torture, pleasure that rocked her ceaselessly until she was gasping hoarsely, frantic to escape it, certain she could bear no more.

  Instead, when she had fallen into nearly a stupor, the tension began to build again.

  Sated, barely conscious with the release, she groaned as she felt her body begin to respond, felt pleasure invade her. Her body responded slowly, but with determination against her will. The tongue suckling the tiny nub between her legs ceased. Torn between relief and disappointment, she waited for the maddening mouth to return and toy more with the nub of pleasure. Instead, it raked along her cleft and pushed inside of her.

  She shivered, but quickly discovered that it brought her far more pleasure that she would have believed possible. The muscles inside of her passage flexing and relaxing, clutched at it and she realized at last what it was that her body craved--something there, something to wrap themselves around.

  The hot tongue delved deeper, until she felt it probing against her maidenhead.

  It teased her. She ached to be filled completely. She knew it would hurt if her maidenhead was breached and yet she began to yearn for it with an illogical desperation.

  She felt like weeping when the tongue was withdrawn and she was left with a craving unfulfilled.

  The suckling upon her breasts built the tension in her belly again, hotter and more tightly than before. The other mouth closed upon the bud once more, teasing it, sending jolts of pleasurable tension to join with the other in her belly. Pleasure poured through her like warm honey.

  This time, she knew what to expect. This time, she knew the moment her body reached the point where it could no longer contain the pleasure. Even so, when it exploded, the force rocked her. She groaned as the shockwaves rolled over her, her belly cramping with the force of the convulsions.

  At long last the waves gentled and her muscles relaxed. She lay spent, panting for breath as the stimulation was withdrawn.

  Her mind drifted lazily, random thoughts flickering through her but vanishing as she tried to grasp them.

  She jerked all over at the rough rake of a tongue over one nipple. Instantly, it responded, pebbling in a hard, tender knot. A mouth covered it, sucked. Her other nipple was covered also and then she felt the tongue along her cleft. Dread filled her, but it slipped her grasp as her body responded and the tension began coiling once again.

  Again, she was taken to the heights of pleasure and before she had even caught her breath, yet again. She lost count of the number of times she was taken to the peak of the most excruciating pleasure she had ever felt, but each time they began again, her body responded no matter how weak she was.

  After a time, she was less conscious than aware, and still they tortured her endlessly with pleasure until she finally reached a point of exhaustion that prevented her from feeling anything at all.

  She was released then, but too weak even to lift her head. Someone lifted her. She felt a broad chest and knew it must be Nuri, but she was too weary feel anything but relief that it was over.

  She wasn’t even aware of being lain down upon the cold cell floor. She wasn’t aware of anything until she was roused once more by two hands that seized her and lifted her to her feet. She tried harder to fight this time, knowing what was coming. In the end, it made no more difference than it had the first time.

  She was still blindfolded, but she was certain it was the same room as before. Instead of being forced over the stone table as she was the first time, however, she was set on her feet. Manacles were attached to her wrists and her arms pulled out to her sides.

  Two hands caught at her legs, fitting something around her tights just above her knees. She gasped sharply as her legs were drawn upward and to either side of her until she could feel the strain on her arms, could feel her fleshy nether lips part and stand wide, exposing her tender inner lips.

  Tongues began to lath her, finding every tender spot on her body--there was more than one, she knew, though she was dizzy with the drug of euphoria long before those mouths and tongues found her most sensitive flesh and began to tease it. Despite the number of times her body had responded before, or perhaps because of it, her body leapt almost instantly into rapturous delight as her nipples and clit were suckled and licked.

  As before, she was brought to completion over and over until she was too exhausted even to respond anymore. Then she was unbound and returned to the cell.

  She lost all track of time, for days, or perhaps weeks, each time she woke she was dragged willingly, or unwillingly, and tortured endlessly with pleasure. She was allowed to rest, relieve herself, eat, drink, bathe, but the sessions continued until she hardly knew where she was.

  The day came, though, when she woke upon a bed. She stared up at the canopy overhead blankly, too weary even to identify it for many moments. She might not have identified it then except that Nuri leaned over her, planting a fist on either side of her head and staring down at he
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  Chapter Six

  He moved away after a few moments and Colette struggled to push herself upright.

  A tub of steaming water awaited her before the hearth. As she looked around the room, she saw the table was set for two.

  Weak kneed, she slipped from the bed and moved to the tub without a word and climbed in. When she had bathed herself, Nuri held up a length of warmed linen to dry her. To her surprise, he released it the moment she’d grasped it, allowing her to dry herself. When she had finished, she looked around and discovered her chest had vanished.

  “My chest is gone,” she murmured in surprise.

  “Yes. I brought it here for you, but like every kindness I offered, you spurned it in favor of defying me and breaking your word to me.”

  She turned at the sound of his voice and saw that he had seated himself at the table. After a moment, she wrapped the linen more tightly around her and crossed the room to settle in the chair left for her use.

  “Did you enjoy punishing me?” she demanded sullenly.

  His eyes narrowed. “Almost as much as you enjoyed it.”

  Colette reddened, but she could hardly deny that she had enjoyed it when she had moaned and screamed with pleasure. “Then it was you,” she said faintly, wondering how he could have done those things to her.

  “I am a demon,” he said, almost as if he could read her mind. “In time, perhaps I will show you all the things that I can do.”

  Colette swallowed with an effort as her body responded to his voice, and the images he’d conjured, growing heated with remembered pleasure. It occurred to her abruptly, and with a decided dampening of her ardor, that she was a virgin still. Despite everything he had done, he had left that intact and that meant that he could still sacrifice her to his overlord if the whim struck him.

  Silence settled around them as they ate. Colette found she had little appetite, but she was weak from eating so little for so many days, and she could not allow herself to continue to grow weaker.