“But here there is no control,” Mara argued.
“There is always control,” the gatekeeper informed her. “This place is not one of chaos. Its laws and punishments are etched into the oldest walls, echoing the past and foretelling the future. Its order is so tightly encasing that we sometimes fear suffocation from its starvation. But now you’re here, to quench our thirst, to sate our hunger. Your virtue should be most refreshing to our parched desires, little one.”
Mara felt the unease creep over her once more as the last two sentences were uttered from the gatekeeper’s mouth, for sudden movement caught her eye to the side and she turned her head to see the statue flanking the right side of the door move its sturdy rocklike form from its post. The animated statue’s cherubic face shifting into a mask of horrific malice. Averting her eyes, she turned to the left only to see the other statue stepping down from its small pillar, this one’s face lascivious and predatory. Fear gripped her as she watched them take slow steps in her direction and she did not waste another moment as she turned and fled.
***
Running through the tunnels as fast as their tight fit would allow, she did not look back, merely concentrated on trying to remember the way she had come so she could get back into Belial’s chambers safely. She had no idea if the living sculptures were following her trail or not but decided to simply forget about them, at least until she exited the atrocious maze. She was running so fast, in fact, that she skidded around a corner, slipping on the grime that covered the walls and floor edges. She collided with the wall and bounced off landing on her hip upon the stony ground. Wincing, she rubbed it as she got back to her feet. She turned her body in the direction that she had just come and looked into the pitch-black corridor in front of her to search for any movement, but found none and was grateful. So, turning back around, she walked down the length of the tunnel, limping on her injured hip, toward the exit. Out of breath, sweaty, and aching she slowly neared the first door. She knew it was just around the bend up ahead and relief washed over her as a sort of warped salvation drew near. Belial’s chambers were not paradise but after running into animated lustful statues, talking doors and a darkened maze, she was all too glad to take refuge in the big house through the wooden door, even if it did hold her prisoner, until she could think up a plan for an escape.
Rounding the corner, she nearly bumped into Belial, who was leaning against the wall several feet from the exit. Upon seeing the stern look on his face, all of her relief was vanquished. His arms were crossed over her chest and he was decked out as elegantly as ever in blue and black, his cloak draping over him regally. She stopped walking when she reached him and took a step back to secure herself.
“Having fun?” he asked, his tone simmering.
She cast her eyes down away from his view and answered, “No.”
“What are you doing down here?” he asked, with not a hint of softness.
“I just…wanted to see what was down here,” she answered, wondering if she should lie.
“Why is that?” he asked arrogantly, pursing his curved lips together in a tight line.
“Because I saw the door and, I was just curious, that’s all,” she replied, offering him a nervous smile but seeing that it didn’t change his expression. She killed it and went back to looking sorrowful.
“You were curious,” he repeated to himself, nodding his head and staring off at some invisible fascination only apparent to his eyes.
“Yes,” she confirmed, but her word was cut short as his glove hand came up to clutch her throat, causing her vocal chords to freeze in panic.
Her hands came up to wrap around his wrist and forearm to try and plead with him to unhand her as he yanked her forward. Pulse pounding, she looked at him with terrified eyes as he brought her within an inch of his face, torrid as it was.
“What did I say?” he asked through clenched teeth. “I told you not to go wandering about on your own in my chambers because you might come across something you are not prepared for.”
“Yes, I know,” she replied a bit too quickly, “I’m sorry.”
“So you knowingly betrayed my trust?” he asked hotly.
“Yes, I mean, no!” Mara answered, catching herself. Perhaps if she played ignorant, she could squirm her way out of this.
“But you just admitted you did,” Belial said, looking down at her with interest.
“Yes, I know. I’m just flustered,” she admitted.
“Why would you be flustered if what you speak is the truth?” Belial asked, seeming to calm a bit.
Deciding to use this to her advantage, Mara decided to play up the attraction between the two of them that was still brewing from the night before. It might just make her able to slip from his grasp.
“Because you make me nervous,” she answered, acting shy. Not too much though, not overdoing it was the key to her success here.
“Is that so?” he asked with a hint of a smirk apparent on his handsome face. “In what way?”
She felt his grip loosen but not release completely as he awaited her answer.
“Now Belial, you already know the answer to that,” she responded flirtatiously. “You can feel it in my touch.” With those words she unclasped her hand from his wrist and placed it firmly over the bulge within his pants, coaxing it into hardness with her finger as it stroked it from side to side. She heard him sigh slightly and his hand removed itself from her throat.
“Is that all?” he managed to ask in between breaths, which were becoming increasingly heavier by the second.
“Well, you can feel it in my kiss,” Mara assured him before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him into a tongue embrace.
She felt his anger slip away, or so she thought, as his hands came up to grip her face and pull her closer as if to consume her through the kiss. His power of seduction that oozed from every pore made her palms turn sweaty and her face flush from the icy heat as the kiss grew harder and more passionate, erupting her calm demeanor in a current of lava-like desire as she felt Belial start to walk forward, urging her back until she found herself squished against the wet wall behind her. The rigid stones cut into her back as Belial increased the force of his weight against her.
Soon, he had his pants undone and his hard member awaited the arrival of her soothing canal. Grabbing her gown, which now was full of grime from her fall, he pulled it up to her thighs, running his fingers up her smooth skin as he reached her kissable hips, taut and slim in their construction. Running his hands to her back, he nimbly stuck his flattened hands down the silk panties which covered her white ass, heavenly made and sinfully desired, and gripped the smooth cheeks in both hands, fantasizing about the depravities he could commit upon and within such a finely toned rump.
But that fantasy was for later, he preferred to slowly expose his victims to ways of corruption and they had not reached the point of sodomy in their lessons as of yet. No, he would have to content himself with an ordinary fuck for now, and bury himself inside her rectal port another time. Besides, he’d much rather wait and have another player involved when they reached that point in her lessons. Trois is always better than deux, after all. He couldn’t resist a small taste of things to come, though, as he slid his finger down her tight cleft and back up it, pausing only to poke through and get a feel of her puckered orifice. She let out a gasp at this and he turned his head back to her, and watched her mood relax as she looked in his blue eyes, their depths telling her to trust him in his area of expertise. He pulled his finger out of her cleft and watched a bead of sweat run down the side of her head. Kissing it as it ran down, savoring the salty liquid against his cool lips, he gripped the backside of her panties and wasted no time in removing them this time. He simply tore them until they were so loose they just fell down her long legs and cascaded to the floor in a whispery heap.
“My vessel is ready to dock, does your port have an opening for it?” he whispered, grabbing his long shaft and stroking it with purpose.
“Oh please, steer it in, my good man. Steer it in,” Mara replied, hooking her leg around his thigh.
“With pleasure,” Belial said in return, stooping down a bit while lifting up her gown to fully expose her mound of womanly temptation.
Easing it in, he listened to the quiet sound of Mara’s labored breathing combined with his own as she hooked her hands around his neck. Licking her lower lip, she winced as she took in his full length, unclenching the muscles within her canal to let him slip inside without much difficulty. His circumference was not modest or inferior in size either, and without the foreplay to moisten her entrance, it provided her with a hearty helping of pain for several seconds as it inched in, until finally her body fell onto his in a quick descent as his shaft broke through the dryness and reached the inner cavity which was moistened daily.
This quick impalement elicited a quick, sharp intake of breath from her and a groan from him. But she had not the time to recover from her dizziness as he began his satisfying thrusts. Pummeling her relentlessly, he crushed her body against the wall more than once during his taking, and each time she’d feel herself get knocked senseless from the combination of having him plunder her with his virile tool and repeatedly banging her against the wall with each upward thrust of his hips. Luckily it didn’t last as long as the sex the night before and he finished with her quickly amid her cries of ecstasy, spasms shook her walls and she felt him throb in his completion as he had a dry orgasm.
Dry because there was no semen with which to ejaculate; as all spirits of the netherworld could not procreate, so their physical bodies had no use for such things as eggs and sperm. They possessed sexual organs mainly for the reason of providing and receiving carnal pleasure, and that’s all. After it was over, Mara placed her feet back on the ground and he removed himself from her to tuck himself back into his pants and straighten his attire.
Glad her womanly charm had gotten her out of that jam, Mara straightened her gown as best she could but the panties were a lost cause. They were close to shredded, she noticed as she lifted them from the ground to inspect. She sighed heavily and wiped her brow to speed her temperature decrease and leaned against the wall to wait for the wave of blissfulness to blow over. Her eyes were closed so she never saw Belial come towards her until it was too late.
***
Grabbing her arm in a vice-like grip, he pulled her away from the wall and began walking toward the door.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, alarmed by his sudden forcefulness.
“Do you think I’m stupid, bitch?” he said from in front of her.
“What?” she asked, both frightened and bewildered.
“You don’t honestly think that just because you’re a nice piece of ass you can do whatever you want, do you?” His tone was wicked, and as she was so used to seeing him uptight and well-mannered his rude words rocked her with alarm.
“Belial, what are you talking about?” she asked as they reached the door. The gatekeeper did not even attempt to riddle Belial as the stormy demon barged through the wooden doorway.
“I’m talking about you, coming down here and snooping around where you are not permitted,” he answered as they walked through the threshold and emerged in the kitchen.
“I said I was sorry,” she said defensively.
She jumped back as he whirled around to face her, jabbing his finger at her face and threatening her with his tone, “Do not forget where you are.”
Sure that he had her cowering he turned back around and continued walking with her in tow.
“Forgiveness does not work here. Prayers do not work here. You will find no sympathy. You should have been informed of that upon your entry to this place. The only time I want to hear you beg is when I demand it of you. And that will be merely for my own pleasure. And then maybe if you’ve pleased me, which few have, you will be granted physical pleasure in return, just like I gave you last night. When I brought you here you were showing at least some signs of promise, but then you just up and betray me all out of curiosity. Well, my trust is not so easily restored, my deceitful little slut. And neither is your freedom, as now you will have to earn it, which will not be an easy task, even for an eager inferior such as yourself. I hope you are happy, Mara, for you have just received an extended stay here in my chambers.”
By now they were out of the kitchens and moving along the first floor corridor which stretched to the back of the manor.
“Consider yourself lucky that I am keeping you within these walls. I could put you down in Saraf and Inigo’s holding chambers, and let the ice eat away at your bare feet or Saraf’s fire scald your unmarked skin. You have Lucifer to thank for that, I’m to deliver you with not a scar upon your pristine little body,” Belial ranted as they entered a library. “And for your information, I was never instructed to deliver you to him the morning after I retrieved you. My instructions have always been to hold on to you for as long as Lucifer sees fit to prepare you for your new lifestyle as one of his submissive mistresses, so until you begin to cooperate with me, we’re going to have a very rough time, for a very long time.”
He decided to leave out the fact that he was on a time limit with her to heighten her trepidation, so she would think that she was trapped there indefinitely until she showed progress. He was ready to stoop to anything to help push her toward his goal and get her to accept her role. Dragging her to the center of the room, he pulled up a rug and revealed a trap door hidden within the floorboards. Still holding tight to her arm with one hand, even though she was digging her heels into the floor and trying like hell to get loose, he knelt down and grabbed the iron handle with his other hand, flinging open the door with a loud thud as it swung open and bounced heavily on its hinges. Though she protested madly in a screaming fit, he yanked her arm and forced her down the black hole, allowing her to fall down to the ground below, which she felt was dirt, with a shove to her shoulder. Luckily it was not a long fall, no more than eight feet down she guessed but she still scraped her hands and knees on the rough ground when she landed. Coughing from the dust, she pulled herself up to her hands and knees as Belial came down, landing gracefully on his booted feet. Grabbing a fistful of her dark auburn locks, knotted from all the commotion, he pulled her up to her feet. Yelping and whimpering in pain, she had no choice but to stand.
“Quiet down,” he ordered, “That is nothing compared to what awaits you. Save your tears for when you really need them.”
Still crying softly, she staggered as he walked a few feet with his hand still wrapped painfully in her hair. He wound his hand through the reddened strands until he had enough of it to control her completely and brought her around to his front.
“Now,” he whispered, “are you going to cooperate?”
Fire played in her eyes as she glared at him vehemently.
“Hmm? Play the sweet slave?” He asked tauntingly, “Don’t make me work so hard. Or do you still need some persuasion?” He wiped a tear from her cheek and licked it from his finger before placing his hand on her gown between her legs to rub suggestively. Letting go of her hair, he grabbed her chin and held her still to place an angry kiss upon her mouth, bruising her lips.
Her fear snapped at that moment and she reached up to his face and dug her nails into his cheek before ripping them to the side. She found herself gloating over the fact that she had drawn blood and caused him to howl in agony, but her sweet revenge did not last long as his recovery was too quick. Slapping her across the face, he sent her reeling and she collapsed on the ground, putting a hand to her cheek in shock.
***
Belial wiped a pale hand across his face and came away with black stains as his heartless blood seeped through the scratches along his cheek.
“Stupid wench,” he voiced vindictively.
Removing his whip from around his waist, he came at her with the intention of providing her disobedient spirit with fifty lashes. He’d love to give more but it was forbidden, even for him at this point. But b
efore he even got to her, the loud echo of a visitor’s announcement reverberated off the walls of the discreet dungeon.
Belial stopped and looked up at the ceiling, shaking his head in frustrated disappointment.
“Well,” he said looking down at her, “you’ve been saved momentarily by an ill-timed visit. But do not doubt I’ll be back, and we shall continue our discussion then. Until then, be good, my sweet.”
His voice, usually so suave and pleasant, was so mocking and vicious that he hardly seemed the same being he had been during their pleasant romps, and Mara let herself slip into a moment’s despair as he walked away, tucking his whip back through his belt as he went. She did not look at him, but heard the trap door slam shut a minute later, and when it did, she rolled over onto her back and wept with pent-up tears streaming down her face. What was she going to do? Time was running out, and she was trapped in a hole in the ground with no one around to help her. She began to wonder if the mission was worth all of this dastardly chaos. And she began to wonder why she ever took the job at all.
Chapter Eleven
Nearly an hour later, the door opened once more, allowing some light from above to penetrate the darkness in which she currently found herself Belial did not descend this time but merely shouted his voice down to her.
“I’ve been called away on business, quite urgent, really. You’ll be a good girl while I’m gone, won’t you? Of course you will,” he said.
“Please let me out,” Mara began to plead but was shushed by Belial.
“What did I tell you? That begging does not work, unless I request it. And I have not requested it.”
Mara began to cry again and she was grateful that he couldn’t see her to berate her for it.
“I will come and pay you a visit upon my return,” Belial shouted down. “But do not try to escape, it’s useless. I’ll warn you now, do not make me punish you for it later.”
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