Slaves of the Demon Master

by Powerone

  Slaves of the Demon Master

  Powerone

  SIZZLER EDITIONS 2015

  ISBN 9781615089673

  All rights reserved

  Copyright 2015 Powerone

  This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission.

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  A Renaissance E Books publication

  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chamber of Submission

  Chapter 2

  Wexter University

  Chapter 3

  Wexter University-The Beginning

  Chapter 4

  A Hard Deal for Sandy

  Chapter 5

  A Visit Home

  Chapter 6

  Something’s Not Right

  Chapter 7

  The Perdition Boys

  Chapter 8

  William Pays for the New Business Center

  Chapter 9

  Dawn Possessed

  Chapter 10

  Spring Break

  Chapter 11

  Sisters in Trouble

  Chapter 12

  Mated Forever

  Epilogue

  Mated for Life

  Chapter 1

  Chamber of Submission

  It was only a fantasy that she had. She was led down a dark hallway, as if it was a movie set of a horror movie. She’s naked and scared, but somehow, she grew aroused. She was led into a large room, filled with men and women that gazed at her naked body. Suddenly, she’s in front of them on a stage and a naked man stood beside her, stroking his cock. She looked into the audience, and the men had their cocks out, stroking them as they watched the man on the stage ascend toward her, ready to ravish her in front of everyone. Then she woke up, her hand between her legs, wet with a strange desire. It was a strange fantasy for a virgin to have.

  It was stranger now, because Candy wasn’t in her bed. She wasn’t sure where she was. It was all confusing; her head swan with such strange thoughts. The last thing she remembered was talking to Soran Perdition on campus Friday night. She had bumped into him coming out the cafeteria, literally bumping into him. She blurted out a feeble apology, but Soran’s intense gaze at her made her sounds so unintelligible. He was a senior and one of the most eligible men on campus, but she was a lowly sophomore. She didn’t even know he knew she existed, but his soft voice purred her name.

  “It’s my fault, Candy,” Soran picked up her books that had spilled to the ground. He looked at her, every bit as tantalizing as he was told. She had red hair that spilled below her neck; her face and arms were littered with such delightful freckles on her pale skin. She had a lovely set of tits, not big but not small. He caught a glimpse of her ass when she bent over to pick up her book; two lovely round cheeks pushed out her tight jeans. She looked at him; pretty pink lips that curled into a smile. Soran’s cock hardened at the thought of them around his cock.

  Her heart pounding, her breathing so rapid, she thought she’d have a heart attack when his hand touched her. It sent a shiver through her body that she never recovered from.

  “May I walk with you?”

  No self-respecting woman would say no to Soran. “Yes,” she managed to stammer. As they started to walk, she found herself engaged in a conversation with him, though she couldn’t recall a thing they said later. He took the books from her and carried them, but his other hand linked with hers. She could feel the heat of his body through their linked arms.

  From there, it became a blur. She knew she wasn’t on the campus any longer, but she didn’t know where she was or how she got there. It grew colder, out in the woods, she thought. She couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t scared out of her wits. She could hear the sounds of animals howling in the distance, but not the sound of a human voice.

  Candy found herself in a large room, more of a cavern than a room. The walls were almost black, but they were decorated with intricate paintings in yellow. Fear overcame her when she saw them. There was the terrifying sign of the pentagram—a five-pointed star in a circle. Along one wall was a huge cross, but it was inverted. More terrifying were paintings of a male penis, a very big, erect male penis. She was no longer alone. She felt two men next to her, holding her arms on each side. Candy looked up at their faces, but long black cowls of leather covered them, with holes for their eyes, nose and mouth. They were naked to the waist with thick chests and muscles arms. There were loin cloths wrapped over their waist, as if they were natives, but it could barely contain the thick bulges of aroused organs.

  “No,” she cried out faintly when the men began to take off her clothes. She didn’t struggle, not sure why, but it was as though her muscles refused to answer her brain. Her sweater was pulled over her head, and she felt her skirt opened and slide to her ankles. Fingers expertly opened her bra, and a firm, powerful hand touched her shoulders and slid the bra straps down until it fell to her feet. She felt her panties yanked down with such haste that they tore into ribbons. She stood there shaking in the cold room, naked while being held by two half-naked men.

  Another man came in view and held out a pure white robe. There was the sign of the pentagram within a circle in brilliant red where it would hit her breasts, but below her waist on the robe was another symbol. It was a large male penis, fully erect. It had to be a foot long. They put it on her, covering her from shoulder to feet, but the robe was diaphanous. Her skin blushed from the shame of wearing a garment with a male organ embossed on it so vividly. It never dawned on her at the time that they could see all of her treasures beneath the transparent garment.

  She heard the faint murmur of more voices. A curtain that cut the room in half opened and she looked in front of her. There were a dozen people, male and female. All had the same black cowls on their faces; all wore little except a cloth around their loins. The women were bare chested. The room was lit with torches along the walls that gave it an eerie light. Their eyes stared at her as the curtain opened. “Please, help me,” she begged the people in the audience.

  “Silence her,” the voice came out of the darkness.

  She struggled when one of the men took out a bandana from his pocket. He wound it tightly around her mouth and knotted it at the back of her neck. Her lips were pulled back by its tightness, and her spit soon made it wet. She couldn’t say a thing now, mute to whatever they might do to her.

  Candy heard the sound of an organ begin to play, but it wasn’t music, it was more of an eerie screeching, rising up and down in the scales with many discords. It was almost painful to hear.

  The people in the audience began to move closer in a circle around her. Each one held a black candle in their hand, the flames on the wicks flickered. Another bandana was wrapped around her head, and she was blindfolded, another sense taken from her, plunging her into a dangerous blackness. She was pulled backward by the two men, and she heard the people murmur. She found her body lifted up as though she weighed nothing, floating in air, powerless to cry out, unable to see what happened to her. She felt her body float back down toward the ground, but she was horizontal. Then, she felt something hard and cold touch her back and then her legs. She was stretched out on some kind of stone slab. Her arms were grabbed and thrust over her head. She struggled as cold metal rings were placed on her wrists. Other hands grabbed her ankles, and more cold metal rings were placed on them. It was only seconds before she was released, but she couldn’t move a muscle. She was stretched and she straddled on a stone altar of some sort.

  The eerie music of the organ began again, but the voices were hushed. All except one. The loud male voice rang out in words that she couldn’t understand, almost as if it were a prayer of some sort in a st
range language. She felt the blinding lights shine down on her through the blindfold, much more brilliant than the torches. Her skin felt warm, and she began to perspire. Other voices joined the male, loud and exuberant.

  The loud male voice boomed out. “Hail to Lord Lucifer, liberator of the light, the darkness that descends on all here today. Receive him into our bodies and our hearts.”

  “Praise the Almighty Lucifer, Prince of Darkness, Keeper of the Flesh.” The rest of the people’s voices rang out.

  The lights blazed hotly on her virginal body. The thoughts of her fantasy came back into her head, and her pussy lips twitched.

  “Let the sacrifice begin this night.”

  She feared they’d end her life, but she heard noises near her, but it sounded like the sound of some small animal being killed. She heard a gurgling sound and a gasp from the audience. “Take this offering. We’ll use the blood of life to anoint the human sacrifice.”

  She felt wetness on her forehead, and she gagged fearing that it was red blood that stained her. The chanting stopped and the organ screeched once again. The audience joined in with a chanting chorus. Candy felt the fear of being stretched out and shackled on an altar. She wasn’t religious, but the thought of the devil appearing in the flesh and possessing her sexually grew in her mind. The hot lights made her sweat more, conscious that she was barely clothed and bound with her shackled legs yawned lewdly. She feared that they might sacrifice her as they did the animal. The image of a man on top of her, driving his thick organ into her virgin body to tear her, and at that instant, he’d drive a knife through her heart. She whimpered in fear.

  The room suddenly grew quiet. Then, there was the chanting of “Nema, Nema, Nema.” She was confused at what they said. It was only later that she learned that it was Amen backward, and the other chanting was the Lord’s Prayer backward. A kind of gasp rang out from the audience. “AAAAHH.” The blindfold was ripped from her eyes, but she was blinded by the bright lights that shone down on her. As soon as she could see again, the room grew pitch dark.

  “He is among us,” someone chanted loudly.

  “We pray that he manifest himself and claim his reward,” another voice rose up.

  Candy turned her head to the side when she saw two burning circles appear in midair. They moved slowly toward her. She panicked and fought her bondage, but it held her secure and vulnerable. All around, it was still an eerie darkness as if the burning circles of light went no farther. She couldn’t see the people in the audience. She could see the shadowy, single male figure next to her, but that was all and he was disappearing into the darkness. The circles began to take on a shadowy figure that engulfed them. She cried out in the gag when she saw two hideous, fiery horns above the burning eyes. A form began to take up around it, the outline of a body. It moved closer to her, and Candy whimpered in terror, clenched her thighs, and jerked her arms and legs to get free. She didn’t want her virgin body to be sexually possessed by Satan. As it moved closer, a new, fiery feature emerged to complete the horrid, loathsome shape. It was a cock, nothing that big could be called a penis. It was elongated with a huge head of living fire that burned like the eyes and horns.

  She struggled relentlessly, sweating profusely as she did, but she couldn’t escape. She cried out through the gag. “NNOO, in the nameeee of heaaaven!”

  The audience broke out in protest. “She is not worthy of the Master! Punish her! Defile her!”

  Abruptly, the fiery eyes, the horns, the cock was extinguished into the blackness. The torches suddenly flickered to life, as did the bright lights above her. She looked up and saw one of the men that had bound her to the altar. He ripped the gag from her mouth.

  “I want to hear your cries as I take you.” His hand grabbed the fragile robe she wore and tore it from her body. He looked at her firm breasts pushed up high by the stringent bondage. Her stomach was tight, but his eyes didn’t linger long. They gazed at the tiny patch of red hair, so fine between her legs. The yawn of her legs left much exposed. He tore off the cloth that covered his loins. He hefted his cock up so he could see the look of terror on her face at its size. “I’ll have you first.”

  She saw him climb on the altar between her legs. His heavy body felt light on hers, but that wasn’t what she feared. For the first time, she felt a cock stab between her legs. She struggled wildly, twisting her hips from side to side, but the man that covered her body was muscular, and he followed her every movement. His cock rammed against the gaping slit of her pussy. Her fingers clenched into her fists, her nails broke the skin in panic as Candy summoned all her strength to preserve her virginity. It wasn’t Satan that would take her, but a man, a man with a very big cock. His body was muscular and strong. His hands took possession of her breasts, molding and kneading them with cruel fingers as she groaned in torment. Yet, she continued to fight off the cock that battered at the opening of her virgin hole.

  She found herself successful several times of not being penetrated by his cock, squirming away at the last minute, but she grew tired, her muscles began to spasm in pain. His fingers pinched her nipples that sent the pain shooting to the depths of her breasts. She found herself weakened at the same moment his thick cockhead pried its way through the lips of her virgin pussy.

  It came to her suddenly; her body went relaxed, knowing she was ordained to be taken. It was her destiny to be taken like this, refused by Satan but sacrificed for his follower’s pleasure. She felt the stretching, and then, he thrust through the barrier of her maidenhood. Her back arched like a bow as much as the bondage would allow as she felt the sudden pain of her hymen tearing and his cock thrusting deep inside her virgin passage.

  He cried out in exultant pleasure. “I have taken her, taken the one the Master has refused. I have replaced him.” He thrust in deep and to the hilt inside of her.

  Candy felt him begin to fuck her. He took deep, skewering thrust as he rammed back and forth into her tight pussy. The heated pain of losing her virginity was quickly replaced by something else, a strange burning desire as if she was possessed. He was like a bull, his hands continued to constantly pinch and tweak her nipples, but he made no attempt to kiss her. The leather cowl remained over his face, all she could see were the evil eyes that gazed into hers, but she could smell his body odor. There was no brimstone or the smell of the fire of Satan, nothing but the stench of a man rutting into her. His cock stretched her as it fucked her ruthlessly. It swelled to greater proportion, but nothing like the cock on the apparition that appeared before her. She heard him groan, and then, she felt it. For the first time, she felt a hot, stabbing gush of his cum deep inside her once-virgin hole. He continued to rut his spewing cock in her as the smell of cum and sex filled her nostrils with the shameful stench. She had been profaned and spoiled, not by Satan but taken in an animalistic rutting for a meager man’s pleasure.

  He slowly pulled himself out of her, and she moaned. The pain had receded, and it was replaced by a curious tingling that spread between her legs. She felt his wetness flow from her. He stood towering over her, naked except for the cowl that covered his face. She looked down at his cock, greased and bloodied from her, a symbol of her lost innocence for all to see. She looked at the audience, and it was a ghastly, lewd scene in front of her. The men and women had stripped off their clothes and were engaged in a lewd orgy. She couldn’t take her eyes off the surreal sight. Not only men taking women, but there were men with other men, stroking each other’s cock for pleasure. Women would lick the pussy of another woman, while a man took her from behind. Groans and cries of pleasure filled the room. Candy had never seen such perversions in all her life, yet she couldn’t draw her eyes away. She watched the most degrading, perverted acts with such intensity. It was as if she needed to learn them all; her eyes took in the details of cocks invading the backsides of women or mouths bringing a soiled cock back to life.

  She lay on the altar, still bound and naked, her pussy twitching in a strange excitement. She looked up to s
ee a woman wiping the drying cum from between her legs. Then, her lips went to Candy’s nipples and began to suck the tips. Candy groaned from the unexpected pleasure. The woman’s tongue rubbed along the tips, making them hard in arousal. She felt a rippling tension surge in all her muscles, and they all centered between her legs. She felt so sexy, no words were able to describe it. She wanted a man inside her once again. The strange desires in her body had made her unable to resist her ordeal. Bound, she wanted to be taken again and again.

  She saw another man stand over her. He wore the leather cowl like the others. His eyes glittered at her naked body. Yet, she found herself staring back at him without terror as though she dared him to take her swiftly with his cock. It shocked her senses that she had such thoughts in her head. She knew this wouldn’t end. There was evil in his lust that she needed to quench.

  “You have been awakened by Satan. You have been turned into a submissive woman, the source of all evil and passion. You’ll serve Satan and his followers.” The burly man mounted the table and stretched out over her. His fingers took hold of her breasts, just as the other man did. Like the other man, there was no mouth to seal hers with a kiss; this was pure lust and desires. His mouth began to lick between her breasts as she felt his hand push his stiff cock into her tender pussy. She didn’t resist him. She had lost the will and strength to fight him off. She had resigned herself to her fate. She closed her eyes and submitted to the welcome, sharp and brutal dig of his cock between her tender lips of her pussy. He thrust himself to the hilt inside her in a slow probing force. His fingers and mouth took Candy’s breasts and nipples harshly as she cried out, but it was met by a howl of glee from the audience that followed her ordeal.

  He fucked her slowly, an excruciating slowness. His hands went to her hips to guide her to move for his pleasure. He gripped them hard to steer and hold her pinioned beneath his thrusting cock. Back and forth, he rooted himself deep into her tight pussy. She slowly began to respond to his will. She kept her eyes closed to the orgy that went on in the audience, but now, she was part of it. Her naked flesh, her sweat and the smell of her sex filled the room with the others. Her body had betrayed her, now a creature of the perverted.