Endure, Jala had said. She wasn’t certain she could endure much more, and yet the word had barely formed in her mind when her body warmed with remembered pleasure, grew damp with need.
She was sore all over when she woke at last to Jala’s determined efforts to rouse her. Somehow, she knew that she had slept for a very long time, perhaps because despite the soreness, she felt almost as weak and disoriented with too much rest as she’d felt before from the lack.
When Jala had bullied her into seeing to her needs and bathed her, the imps Enis and Pell strode into the room and siezed her.
Dismay filled her. For all the difference it made, she resisted as they dragged her down the corridor and into the great chamber again.
Her heart skipped a several beats as they brought her to a halt and a cloth came down over her eyes. When it had been tied securely, she was led from the doorway and deeper into the chamber.
She was pushed back against something solid. Cold stone bit into her back as her arms were jerked out to either side and secured there with manacles clamped around her wrists. When she felt the hands on her thighs, her stomach tightened, but she thought that she knew what to expect and in any case, resistance was useless.
Her legs were drawn up and outward until her inner thighs protested and then wider still until she could feel the fleshy lips of her sex part and a breath of cool air caressed the inner lips or her sex.
Her first inkling that it would not be the same as before came when she felt something pinch down almost painfully on her nipples. She heard the cling of chain and felt a tug. She strained then against her bindings but the more she strained the harder the tug on her nipples and she went still, panting, feeling a strange combination of fear and desire colliding inside of her.
Something similar to the thing that had been clamped to her nipples was clamped on the flesh of her nether lips and she felt them drawn wide, exposing her most intimate flesh completely, leaving her totally vulnerable.
She gasped as she felt a finger delving her cleft and parting her buttocks, felt something harder and uncomfortable pushing slowly into her rectum. Panting, she squeezed her eyes shut against the discomfort, willing her muscles to relax as it was pushed deeper.
At last, the thrusting stopped and she relaxed fractionally, but held herself perfectly still, fearful any movement would cause her pain. The shaft was slowly withdrawn and then pushed inside of her again. Pleasure blossomed tentatively, built as the thrust and withdrawal continued.
Something tugged at one of her nipples, making her jerk reflexively as pleasure akin to pain shot through her. She realized after a moment as she felt the heat of a mouth and the rough texture of a tongue that some sort of ring had been clamped around her nipples so that they’d engorged to near painfully intense fullness and sensitivity. After a few minutes, the nearly unbearable tugging ceased.
The thrust of the shaft did not. It continued to move slowly inside of her and out again, stirring harder and harder currents of pleasure.
A hot tongue was dragged along her cleft. It sent a jolt through her as it brushed the tiny nub at the top. She jerked instinctively sending triple bolts of pleasure and pain through her body as the movement pulled at her nipples and her body tightened around the shaft.
Groaning, she tried to hold herself perfectly still as the tongue dragged slowly along her cleft again. A mouth closed over her other nipple, sending another hard shaft of keen sensation through her. This time, she gritted her teeth and held still.
The tongue ceased to lap her and a mouth closed over the nub, sucking. She bucked, groaned as equal parts pleasure and pain went through her. The stimuli intensified, as if they had achieved the goal they’d been aiming for. A mouth fastened over the first nipple, sucking it vigorously. The thrusting began to move faster. The mouth on her clit sucked harder.
She began to pant as her body tensed all over. She was nearing her crest when the mouth released her clit and a tongue was thrust deep into her passage. Rapture rocked her as her body exploded in release.
Her head fell forward weakly as the shaft was at last withdrawn. Before she had even caught her breath, she felt something huge pressing against the mouth of her passage. Her head swam dizzily as she was tilted, felt herself being pulled downward. Her body, still convulsing in the aftermath of release, resisted the press of hard flesh against the walls of her sex. She groaned as she was drawn downward until she was impaled to the hilt on the huge shaft, groaned as she felt her body quicken again, felt moisture saturate her passage as she was lifted up until only the head remained inside of her and then pressed downward again until she’d fully enveloped the shaft.
Hot mouths covered her nipples, tugging insistently, driving her into mindless pleasure as her body was brought down upon the shaft faster and faster until bliss erupted again and her body convulsed almost painfully around the hard shaft. Almost the moment the convulsions began, two great hands caught her thighs, lifting her and driving her down again harder and faster. The pleasure intensified instead of dissipating until it tore a weak scream from her throat as the cock inside her jerked and coated her passage with hot seed.
She went limp when her body at last stopped shuddering, her head swimming dizzily as she felt herself lifted up and righted again. Under other circumstances, she might have been repulsed when she felt a mouth cover her cleft, sucking hungrily at her, licking her, delving deeply inside her to lap her. As it was, the jolt of heat it shot through her only sent her reeling closer to oblivion.
Before she could grasp the darkness of nothingness, pleasure began to escalate inside her again. She groaned, knowing there would be no end to it until the demon had thoroughly sated himself.
She didn’t know if he deliberately tormented her by not allowing her to rest, or if he was enjoying himself too much. In any case, she was not allowed even a few moments to catch her breath.
She knew it was the demon. The cock she was impaled on was huge and she had seen how enormous his erection was.
He toyed with her when her body had been rocked over and over until it was too weary to respond, tormenting her until it began yet another sluggish climb to completion and then another after that until oblivion finally reached up and grabbed her, hauling her into the depths of blackness.
Colette lost all count of time. Days blurred one into another. Weeks might have passed. She had no clue. She only knew that no matter how weary she was, she would be teased endlessly until her body responded.
And it was never same. Each time she thought she knew what to expect, something different was done to her. One day, she would be brought to service the demon. Another, she was dragged to the great chamber and his minions toyed with her, giving her both pleasure and pain as they gnawed and sucked her flesh, pounding into her frantically until they spilled their seed and then passing her to the next. And when she would think she was to be with the demon again, she was bound hand and foot and tormented ceaselessly and given no relief at all until she was close to begging them for it.
After a time, she stopped looking for Nuri, forgot what Jala had said completely, but each time she grew so weary she thought she would die the very next time her body exploded with pleasure, she was left to her exhaustion until they decided she was up to playing again.
The day came when she was carried to the chamber and found it empty of all save the demon. Numb, she didn’t even protest when she was pushed down to lie on her back on the floor and her wrists and ankles manacled. She tensed when her nipples were pinched and rings pushed through them, but she felt little more than a twinge of discomfort. Drawing her nether lips back, they pierced her clit, as well, then strung a thin chain through the loops.
Her nipples and clit were still throbbing when they removed the manacles and hauled her to her feet. Handing the ends of the chain to the demon, the imps departed.
The demon studied her broodingly for several moments and finally tugged on the chain. Pain and pleasure shot through her. “I’ve grown--part
ial to my little pet,” the demon growled. “Come.”
Wincing as he tugged at the chain again, Colette followed him. Leading her from the chamber, he climbed the stairs from the dungeon and then up another flight, dragging her finally into a small chamber off of the upper corridor.
The room was empty save for a mattress on the floor against one wall that had been piled with pillows. Pushing her down upon the mattress, he knelt, grasped her thighs and pushed them wide. She gasped as he opened his mouth over her, trying to fight a moan of pleasure as he began to lap her greedily with his tongue. It could not be contained for long. As his mouth closed upon her clit, sucking, she caught his shoulders, stifling a moan. Grasping her wrists, he pinned them to the mattress and continued, sucking and licking her clit and her cleft and finally thrusting his tongue deeply inside of her and lapping her until her muscles began to convulse around his tongue and she groaned as her release caught her.
He ignored that, as well, suckling and lapping at her until her body reached its peak twice more and she was screaming with the intensity of it. He rolled off of her and onto his back, giving the chain a tug. “Mount me,” he growled.
Shakily, Colette responded more to the tug on the chain that she couldn’t ignore than the command. Straddling him, she caught his cock in her hand and lifted away from him, straining to push him inside of her. Impatient, he caught her hips, pressing her relentlessly down until she was gasping with a mixture of pleasure and pain as he stretched her almost beyond bearing, impaling her to the hilt on his shaft.
Slowly, lubrication flowed into her passage, easing his possession as he lifted her and pushed her down again. Uttering a growl after a few moments, he tipped her onto her back and thrust into her again, buried himself deeply and then began pumping into her furiously. When he had spent himself, he pushed away from her and sprawled on the mattress beside her.
Too weak to move, Colette didn’t even react when he began to toy with her body, squeezing her breasts in his great paws, flicking at the rings in her nipples until warmth began to gather in her.
She didn’t know whether it was better or worse that the demon had decided to keep her only to himself, but she discovered after a while that it was neither. She could not tell any difference. He held her down and tormented her endlessly, allowing her to rest only briefly before he used the chain to tug her to him and began again.
She was relieved beyond measure when at last he lay back upon the mattress and began to snore loudly. Crawling as far away from him as the chains would allow, Colette collapsed weakly on the floor and allowed her mind to drift toward slumber.
She was teetering on the brink of exhausted sleep when Nuri abruptly appeared.
He stared down at her for a long moment, and she thought at first that she must be dreaming. He lifted his head after moment, his eyes narrowing as they focused on his overlord.
He began to chant in a voice that was barely above a whisper. The fine hairs on Colette’s body lifted. Something stirred in the room. The overlord twitched.
Slowly, the chanting gained in volume, becoming louder and louder. As it did, the ‘something’ Colette had sensed grew stronger until she could see swirling particles of light. The swirling pinpricks of light formed above the sleeping demon, became brighter, more visible, and then intense, changing colors.
Alarm chased her exhaustion away as the demon opened his eyes.
Nuri’s voice grew louder still, echoing off the walls.
The demon uttered a growl, tensing, his muscles straining as he tried to rise. “Release me,” he said, his voice coming out slow, distorted.
Instead of responding directly, Nuri lifted his arms, extending them, his fingers splayed wide. Blue forks of power shot from his fingertips, encircling the demon, binding him as tightly as if they were ropes. He struggled against them. “I am your overlord,” he growled, his voice so distorted Colette could barely make sense of them at first.
Ignoring the demand by his overlord to recognize him as his superior, Nuri continued the strange chant that increased in volume until Colette covered her ears with her hands.
“Your si--re,” the demon growled as his image began dim, began to grow transparent. “Re--lease me!”
“In hades,” Nuri growled, gritting his teeth as the blue light snaking from his finger tips became blue fire, and then white. A black cloud began to rise around the demon. The demon faded until Colette could see the pillows and mattress clearly through him and finally disappeared altogether.
The moment he vanished, Nuri began to chant a different spell. Around him, the room crackled with energy. The radiance of the lights seemed to spread, intensifying until the room glowed and Colette squeezed her eyes closed against the blinding light that seemed to pierce straight through her eyes and into her brain.
At last, the light began to dim and Colette opened her eyes cautiously and looked around. Nuri swayed slightly where he stood. His knees buckled abruptly and he hit the floor, falling forward on his face.
Anxiety filled Colette, but she felt herself slipping away even as she struggled to find the strength to rise.
* * * *
Colette surfaced from oblivion a number of times and immediately sought it again before the sounds around her began to intrude so persistently that she finally opened her eyes. Moments passed before familiarity set in and she realized she was lying alone in Nuri’s bed, in his chamber.
Jala was cleaning, which mostly amounted to slamming things around, muttering under her breath.
“Showed him, we did. Sent us away and then come sticking his nose in our business.”
Colette put her hand to her aching head and closed her eyes again. The movement caught Jala’s attention.
“Lazy mortal! Lying abed days on end.”
Days? Colette thought it over and realized she had not, as she’d thought, roused over and over again during the night, but had slept for many hours between the times. Disoriented by the thought, she searched her memory.
Nuri’s overlord! That thought brought her eyes open again and she sat up. “The demon’s gone?”
Jala sent her a look. “If’n you mean my master, no. The other one, yes.”
It hurt to move. The soreness reminded her of all that had transpired in the days when the overlord had held her captive, but she had no clear idea of how long that had been. A combination of heat and fear washed through her, though, as the memories surfaced--and embarrassment. She had not thought that she was capable of experiencing pleasure under such circumstances, and yet she could hardly deny that she had--to herself or anyone else. She reddened when she remembered how vocal she had been.
“Nuri sent him back?”
Jala beamed. “My master is a powerful demon, and wise! Yes! He outsmarted the master and sent him packing--back to hades, he went, and can not open the portal now, for my lord placed a powerful spell upon it. Ha!”
Colette studied Jala doubtfully. Wise and powerful? If he was so wise and powerful why had she had to ‘endure’? She asked Jala as much.
Jala growled at her. “Mortal, fool! Know nothing, you do. Halfing is not so powerful as demon whole! Had to bide his time and wait, gather power to himself and jump when the overlord was weak.”
Colette thought that over. “You mean I weakened him,” she muttered, feeling a mixture of anger and embarrassment when she realized how she’d weakened the demon.
“Take a lot upon yerself, mortal! Overlord not come atall if not for you! Came because you enticed the master to lust when he owed his overlord a sacrifice. It was only right and fair. Anyways, no other way to weaken the overlord. Master was not happy to share, fool!”
Despite the insult, Colette was slightly mollified that Nuri had not used her so much as he had taken advantage of something he could not prevent. The comment about him not being happy to share intrigued her beyond the explanation, however.
She dismissed it, unwilling to examine those feelings at the moment, particularly when her rambling, di
sjointed thoughts settled on other comments she’d heard before when she was too weak with exhaustion to consider them.
“He said sire! The demon. He demanded that Nuri release him.”
Jala sent her a speculative glance. “Aye. Sire he is, overlord, too.”
“His father!” Colette exclaimed, horrified. “That--that horrible creature sired him?”
She could tell from the look Jala sent her that Jala suspected her master was being insulted and she didn’t like it at all.
“Malik always had a taste for mortals. Bred a Halfling on a mortal fool. She dropped it in the woods. Lord Nuri was strong then, too, though, didn’t die. Malik decided he was pleased and took the Halfling. Banished him here when he saw the human side was stronger--called him weak. Showed the old bastard, he did!” She said and cackled. “When you drop that one, we’ll take it and send you on your way, fool.”
It was too much information too fast, and stunning information at that. Colette merely stared at the malformed imp, her mind too disordered to sort through the myriad of thoughts and emotions roiling through her.
“Brought food to keep the master’s son strong,” Jala continued after watching Colette for several moments, obviously disappointed that no argument was forthcoming.
Colette glanced in the direction Jala had indicated, but a wave of nausea washed over her. “I’m not hungry,” she said with difficulty, laying down once more and closing her eyes to fight the queasiness.
Jala glared at her. “Master won’t be happy you try to starve his son. Better eat, fool!”
Chapter Nine
Colette was angry when her condition became a certainty in her mind. Nuri had tricked her. She supposed she should have considered that becoming pregnant was a possibility if she were forced to uphold her end of the bargain she had made with the demon to save herself and her sister and mother. Maybe in the back of her mind, she had considered it and had simply dismissed it because she had known she might have no choice in the matter, and possibly because she had not really believed that a demon could get a child on her.
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