Slave To The Demon

by Ruby McKenzie

  “Oh, Rosie,” he murmured, running his fingers through the damp web of her hair. “You washed yourself well, and you smell divine. You’re most certainly ready for our next little adventure.”

  He turned back to the table and seated himself casually, smirking up at her as she looked over what he had laid out. Before her was a veritable smorgasbord of foods: jars of jam and golden honey, pie, sugar-frosted cake, the jelly doughnuts she’d brought him the day before. A bowl of halved ruby red pomegranates and another of plump purple figs. She looked back at him and nodded.

  “You wish for me to serve you?” she said softly. Skriker chuckled, shaking his head.

  “No, slave, I don’t want you to serve me…not that way. I’ll serve myself…while you tend to your own meal. Come here and kneel on the floor.”

  Rose obeyed and went down on her knees before him, watched his fingers slip down and unzip his jeans, jamming his hand inside to free the monster hiding within.

  “You Angels don’t eat much,” he observed. “But I know one thing you are so very good at gulping down…you are, how might I say, divine at it. I have a nice fat sausage for your breakfast, one that I want you to suck while I chow down over here.”

  Out came his astonishing dick once again, towering and pinkish-red before her. He hooked his fingers into the D-ring of her collar and pulled her forward; she opened her mouth wide and took the warm hard pole of flesh into her throat. She gagged slightly and then relaxed, her lips forming a tight wet O around his smooth shaft. Skriker gripped the thick base of his penis in his fist and pumped it a few times, and she tasted the first drops of salty pre-come as her tongue licked and stroked the big knobbed head.

  “That’s right, baby. Suck that dick dry. Empty my balls for me…I know you’re hungry for it, aren’t you?”

  Rose nodded, because it was true. She loved how he felt in her mouth, how smooth and silky his rod was as it moved in and out between her puckered lips. She sucked away with relish, making pleasurable little noises as she did it, slurping and gulping with eagerness as she locked her gaze on his face.

  “Good girl. Keep those stunning eyes on me.”

  Above her bobbing head Skriker ate his breakfast slowly, spreading sweet jam over thin slices of tea cake and dipping figs into honey. He paused between bits of food to stroke his dick a few times, fattening it in her maw. Soon, his meal lay forgotten on the table and he was focused only on her attentions, his breath coming in ragged gasps as her soft hot sucking sped up.

  “Ohh…so good, Angel. Oh, God, here it comes—unnh…” Skriker’s ragged breathing quickened and he bestowed his gift, moaning deliriously as he did it. Rose swallowed gratefully, gulping down every drop of his cream, and she couldn’t help it, couldn’t hold back; she came, the orgasm rippling warmly through her dripping cunt and up through her belly.

  She groaned deeply, relishing the forbidden spasms as she licked his shaft and head clean, slurping down the last luscious few drops of her demon lover’s bitter salty milk, feeling his Halfling cum burning her throat like hot pepper sauce as she swallowed. She shuddered, twisting, her hips pumping slightly, her pulsing fluids drenching her pussy lips and dripping down her inner thighs.

  Rose pulled back and released his unloaded gun, licking her lips gratefully as she gazed up at him. His green eyes glittered, jade candle flames in the gorgeous hard-sculpted face that she had come to adore. She found herself examining those high cheekbones that could cut butter, that skin like alabaster silk, as if they were divinity. She spoke, and her voice was a husky murmur. “Did I please you, Master?”

  Skriker stroked his fingers across her scarred cheeks, tracing the pink lines with a caress so light that it made her shiver. She turned her face, following his fingers, kissing their battle-callused tips with utter adoration. She felt freer than she had yet; free because she loved him, free because she had thrown her angelic pride to the wind and let him take her for all she was worth.

  Skriker leaned over her, one hand stroking his rod where it protruded like a thick chunk of pink rock from his unzipped jeans, the other caressing her face. “Yes, Angel,” he breathed. “I’m so pleased with your sucking. You are my slave queen. Come here, let me kiss those lips.”

  Rose came up on her knees and kissed him slowly, her mouth opening eagerly to his. She found herself wanting his breath, his very life, flowing into her. As a Nephil, she could pull his very living essence into her lungs and hold it there, feeling him fill her up in a completely different way, and today it proved to be deliciously erotic.

  She shivered, sighing against his parted lips as he caressed her breasts, kneading them against the palms of his hands. Her pussy ached and she wanted him inside her so fiercely that she was certain it might drive her mad. “I came,” she breathed. “I’m sorry.” She closed her eyes, waiting for the dramatic and thrilling—whip crack slap that he'd administrated so many times to her scarred cheeks the night before.

  His response surprised her. “That’s fine, love. You swallowed me so well that I’ll allow it…this time. Come here, stand up. I have to finish my breakfast, and you’re gonna serve me now—my way.”

  Rose stood up and glanced at the table, still covered in the sweet bounty her Master had laid out while she was in the shower. It was only now that she noticed the empty place in the middle of the table, and white cotton ropes draped across that space. The industrial scissors lying on the cushion of one of the pulled-back dining room chairs.

  She glanced at Skriker coyly and he winked. “Go on, Angel. Get yourself up on that table. On your back.”

  “Will it hold me?”

  “Oh, yes. Now stop asking so many questions, slut. You’re stalling, and I’m getting hungry again. Turn and face me now.” He hooked his fingers into her collar and yanked her about; she gagged slightly and a fresh rush of excitement flooded her limbs and belly. He slapped her cheek once before pushing her back onto the cool, smooth wood of the table.

  It creaked only slightly as she settled her full weight back onto it. Skriker set about binding her, spreading her legs wide and tying them open with the cotton ropes looping around the tabletop. He tied elegant knots just above her bent knees and around the meatiest part of each long firm thigh, leaving her spread wide, the soft pink meat of her cunt open, exposed, and throbbing. He bound her arms next, tying them above her head, lacing the ropes into more graceful knots.

  She lay there, officially his tied slave once again, her body a long curve across the mantle of his table, her moist skin glowing faintly in the ripening light of morning. The ropes were tight, but not too tight; Rose found herself solidly bound, and yet any possible discomfort had been somehow thwarted. Indeed, her lover was a true Master.

  Skriker strolled leisurely around the table and came to stand before her, gazing down at her lying there spread-eagled and eager for his attentions. Rose licked her lips, whimpering and twisting gently against her bonds, her breasts quivering. She pushed her pussy up toward him with a restrained pump of her hips and he shook his head.

  “Don’t beg. I told you last night not to beg, Rose…so don’t. You came once already this morning without my permission, and I let that go because your mouth was so good. But now, you are forbidden unless I tell you. Unless I command you to come. It will not be an allowance; it will be an order. You will also not speak, or open your mouth unless I have something to put in it. Do you understand?”

  Rose nodded her head; yes, she understood.

  Skriker smirked, and that snarky glitter in his eyes made her heart pound furiously. He slipped his jeans off there in front of her and kicked them aside, and she sighed at the full view of his naked body there before her.

  Fuck me, she thought, her thoughts whimpering through the corridors of her mind. Use me…please, Skrike. God, I want you…

  Oh, yes, she was helpless. Perhaps not in body; she could have burned through his bondage, destroyed him—hell, destroyed the entire fucking building with the power that pulsed through her b
ody. But she was his prisoner in her heart, and in her mind; a begging, beautiful toy that was reduced to helpless sweat and tears beneath his touch.

  Skriker bent over the table and dipped his fingers into the jar of honey; as he lifted a small blob of the golden sweet syrup, he began to speak. “As you well know, Rose,” he said softly, “the Jews knew how to deal with my people better than most. No better way to quiet the rages of a True Native demon than with something sweet. Leave a dish of jam on the table as an offering to one— or a horde of us that has invaded your house, and we would depart gladly, usually leaving gold on the plate in place of the jam. Sweetness—”

  He licked a streak of honey as it oozed down his finger, his tongue slicking upward, catching that drop as golden as sunlight, and Rose felt her pussy ache deeply.“—is divine.” He chuckled softly as he lowered his hand and smeared the honey across her left nipple, coating the hardened bud and surrounding areola with sticky sweetness.

  Rose sighed as he moved to the other breast and repeated the move, smirking down at her. He reached up and pushed the tips of his fingers between her lips, smearing the honey across them and into her mouth. Rose found herself sucking fervently at his sweetened digits, licking them ravenously despite her tendency to have little desire for food.

  “That’s good, Angel,” Skriker breathed. “Taste what I love. Taste what makes me what I am.” He bent his head and licked the tip of her right breast, lapping up the thin layer of honey that coated it. Rose moaned as he pulled her nipple up between his lips, sucking the honey from it greedily while teasing and tickling it with his wet hungry tongue. Soon he had switched to the other breast and Rose was panting, moaning, twisting against her bonds.

  “Ouch!” Skriker cried softly, jerking his fingers out of her mouth. “Oh, you are getting excited, aren’t you? You bit me.” He slapped her lightly and snatched up half a donut, scarfing it down. Crumbs rained down across her torso and breasts. He pushed his fingers back into her mouth, making her suck the sweetness from them. He plucked up half of a pomegranate and brought it to his lips. He sucked up some of the juice and tender seeds, chewing with relish before bending over her and pressing his mouth forcibly to hers, kissing her deeply, his fruit-sweet tongue pressing fiercely between her lips.

  She sucked at it greedily, tasting what he had eaten, relishing the tongue cramping sour-sweetness that filled his mouth. The angel inside her mind screamed violently behind its iron-clad prison door. Traitor…you taste wickedness on your tongue!

  She turned her back on the howling winged thing that so regularly ruled her very conscience and closed her eyes. I won’t listen—I won’t.

  “Do you want my cock, whore?” she heard Skriker whispering against her burgundy-stained lips, as if from a distance, and it brought her back like a slap.

  “Y-yes!”

  How much do you want it, slut? Beg for it. Beg for that hard meat…make me believe you want it.” He spat lightly into her face, and she cried out softly, straining against her bonds. “I want it…please.”

  “Please, what?” He was fingering her sopping-wet slit, teasing it, making her just about go mad.

  “Please, Master.”

  “Yeah, I think you need to be fucked.” Skriker grinned at her his teeth blazingly white, and pushed her legs farther apart, wedging his dick into her ravenous cunt, grunting softly as he did it. God, he was hard! Rose tossed her head and whimpered, her damp curls tumbling around her face as he began to rock against her, making the table creak as he plowed into her wet silk sheath.

  “Does that cock hurt a little, Angel?” he breathed. Rose whimpered, nodding. Skriker grinned and his thrusting sped up. He gripped her hips in his hands and pulled her against him, rocking her, making her breasts bounce and jiggle.

  “Yes,” he murmured when she began to wail. “Hurts so good, doesn’t it? Mmm…I remember how you just squealed the first time I put this thing inside you...you remember that, Angel?”

  Rose moaned out a strained acknowledgement; oh, yes, how well she remembered! A nurse’s office in a rotten school…a vinyl-padded cot that creaked and groaned beneath their mingled weight…the painful penetration as her new lover entered her for the first time, breaking a two-year dry spell that would not be repeated since. The pain of his enormous size blossoming into a pleasure unlike anything she had ever encountered before.

  Oh, yes…she remembered. Not the sort of thing one would easily forget.

  “Are you my dirty Angel whore?” he panted as his thrusts sped up, making the table rock and creak. He slapped her jiggling breasts and Rose squealed and moaned, her toes curling, her pussy spasming around his drill; she strained against her bonds and her pulse thwacked hotly against those unforgiving restraints. “Yes!”

  “Is this my pussy right here, bitch?”

  “Y-y-yes-s!” she blubbered, gasping and gulping the air like one drowning, and in some way she was drowning; sucked down into a warm roiling sea of pleasure and inescapable lust that left her screaming to the heavens.

  “Yes. My pussy,” Skriker hissed, almost animal-like; for one last searing moment his thrusts sped up to a nearly unbearable speed and Rose was certain that either the table would break or her cunt would. Then, his come was filling her up again, filling her to dripping, and she came with a cry that seemed to echo off the walls in a most unearthly manner as he rutted into her a last few times, shooting every hot white drop he could, into the deepest part of her crevasse.

  Skriker leaned over her, sweating like a racehorse, his powerful inked torso and arms slick with sweat. “Say you’re a dirty whore, Rose.”

  Rose groaned beneath him, shifting, and for the first time the bonds seemed to hurt, if only a little. “I’m a dirty whore.” Her voice was a tiny, pitiful whimper.

  Skriker strokes his fingers across her face, crooning to her in a sweetly husky purr. “Was that the power between your legs that you were looking for, Angel?” he breathed.

  Beneath him, she twitched and nodded, but her voice had finally died in her throat. She was too spent, too blissfully exhausted, to speak.

  Skriker kissed her sweat-speckled face, licking the salty wetness away, and she shivered in response, turning her blood-red juice stained lips toward his, eagerly seeking his kiss as a babe seeks its mother’s breast. It was as if his kisses nourished her soul and soothed the troubled thoughts that so often plagued her day and night. Their love was a Universal impossibility, and yet here they were. And she couldn’t get enough.

  Soon, he was pulling out of her, slapping his semi-limp dick against her inner thigh, smearing the last few lingering drops of semen against her skin. It felt so deliciously dirty, feeling that warm slimy emission streak across her leg…oh, if this was wrong, Rose didn’t want to be right.

  “Gonna untie you now,” Skriker said, unbinding her thighs. “I want you to go shower again. You’re all sticky, and I want my Angel bitch to be scrubbed up and glowing.”

  He came around and, while untying her wrists, he bent and kissed her again, his mouth achingly hot and wet. He reached down and his fingers danced lightly over the swell of her breasts, teasing her sticky nipples to bullet hardness again. “For you, glowing comes naturally, doesn’t it, baby?”

  Rose gazed up at him, a last few blissful tears slipping from the corners of her eyes. When she spoke, her voice was stronger. “Sometimes I hate that I glow.”

  He stroked her hair, gentle fingers rustling through the tousled dark tresses that spread across the tabletop. “I’ll always make sure that you’re nice and dirty,” he murmured, and she smiled wanly. “Now, thank me for my gifts to you, Angel. We mustn’t lose sight of the journey we’re on together.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “Go wash, slave. And make it thorough again.” He pulled her up from the sweat-streaked table and sent her wobbling back across the living room, down the hall, and into the master bedroom.

  As she crossed the wide floor that lead into the master bath, her thighs and wrists
throbbed dully; looking down, she found that the cotton ropes had left dark red encircling marks and the faint purple blossoms of what would be small bruises. The mottled marks that she had earned on her ass the night before during Skriker’s pounding doggie-style fuck session also throbbed, though not nearly as much—as she had reminded him earlier that morning, she was a fast healer, and always would be.

  The warm shower water was soon cascading down onto her again, streaking over her taut skin in crystal rivulets like river water over smooth, pale clay, and she sighed blissfully, turning her face up to catch the hammering stream, opening her mouth against it. The water pattered against her collar, pinging off the chrome D-ring; she was so caught up in her own state of warm, comforted bliss that she didn’t hear the shower door slip open behind her.

  Skriker’s big hands seized her in an iron grip; she cried out as he slammed her forward and into the wet tile shower wall. One hand hooked around the back of her collar, shoving her forward; her left cheek mashed up against the wall as she was forced to bend over, her butt in the air. His other hand gripped her hip and yanked her ass back against his crotch. His dick was rock-hard again; she could feel it pressing like a living billy club between her inner thighs, and Rose’s mind briefly reeled at the concept that the man could sprout a boner faster than wet spring soil sprouts clover, even after dumping his load twice that morning. She felt her pussy ache and spasm in expectation, felt her juices begin to flow again. She grunted appreciatively as he shoved her legs apart, bracing herself for more bliss—

  No. Oh, Heaven. Oh, God… “No!” she squealed, and he froze behind her like a startled buck alerted by the sound of a distant gunshot.

  “No? You say no to me, your Master?”

  Rose blurted out her safety word, and she felt him instantly relax and draw back a bit.

  “Okay Rose…okay. What is it, baby?”

  Rose felt herself beginning to blush furiously, and it wasn’t the shower’s heat. “Nothing, I-I just…”