The whip cracked and sent bones clattering to a cold stone floor. The voiceless dead marched ever closer, torchlight illuminating their empty sockets. Scraping joints echoed down cavernous corridors, broken apart by one man’s grunts and shouts. He snapped his whip across another sternum, the animated corpse crumpling to a heap, and snarled in righteous anger. His body ached and dripped with sweat, a day’s work spent clearing this abominable castle of its wretched horde. With a sweep of his crucifix, he sent a dozen skeletons back to their graves.

The last bone soldier fell before him, and Allen took a moment to catch his breath. “This godforsaken place is endless!”

He stowed his silver crucifix on his belt, cautiously making his way down the large, opulent hallway. Dusty tapestries untouched by moths or decay showed history long forgotten, broken apart by ever-burning torches and cruel gargoyles. How old was this place? How vast and labyrinthine? He’d passed through sewer, swamp, library and private chambers in quick succession, with no rhyme or reason to their placement. Sometimes he suspected the castle changed: moved its rooms about to confuse him or simply to fit its master’s twisted will.

Allen snarled, reinvigorated by hatred. His body may weaken, but his spirit would stay strong. Strong enough to make it to the seat of the darkness’ master; the dread lord Tepesh. He owed it to his people, to humanity itself, to bring down the fiend. So many others gave their lives in the attempt. They deserved to know their sacrifices weren’t in vain. Adjusting his tunic and belt, Allen said a quiet prayer. God willed it, and it would be so.

He stopped, his lip curling into a frown. As usual, the castle’s maze-like structure taunted him; a staircase up into the darkness, another leading down into the catacombs, and a corridor that kept going further ahead than the walls should allow. And not a single hint of what lay beyond any of them.

“Curse this stupid place,” He said aloud, “Is there no end to it?”

“Aw, is the little boy lost?” A voice cooed from above him.

Allen turned on his heel, whip and crucifix in hand. “Who’s there? Show yourself, demon!”

The voice let out a haughty chuckle, the sound echoing across the vaulted roof. “My, didn’t they teach you any manners? That’s no way to speak to a lady.”

He looked up and spotted a figure sat on a grotesque sculpture. Her legs kicked idly as she ran a finger through her long, snow-white hair, a smug grin plastered across a perfectly sculpted face. Her beauty almost tore his breath away. Almost: pointed ears and thin, black horns betrayed her true nature. What he first thought of as a black leather cloak stretched behind her, revealing a pair of bat-like wings as she fell gracefully to the floor, her high heel clicking on the stone tiles.

“And what manner of monster are you?” Allen asked, taking a step back.

“Such cruel words… how could you call this beauty monstrous?” She ran her hands over her chest, fingertips squeezing icy blue skin. Her enormous breasts threatened to spill out of her leather corset, their efforts thwarted by a single strap exposing cleavage both above and below. Her hands moved lower, over a slender waist and wide hips, and over smooth, shapely thighs clad in black leather stockings. Rivets and scant, decorative silver armor shone in the flickering torchlight.

“You’re an abomination,” Allen spat.

She put her hand on her hip and glared at him. “And you’re a tasteless cretin. We all have our faults, I suppose.”

He lashed out with his whip, the tip cracking in the air. The demon leapt back, landing with a dancer’s grace.

“My, how forward! We haven’t even introduced ourselves yet,” she chuckled, “But if that’s how you like it, then I’m more than happy to indulge you.”

Her hand shot forwards and lightning arced across the room. Allen rolled to the side, the bolt scorching a mark on the stone behind him. He barely had time to stand before the demon hovered in front of him, her gloved hands cupping his face in a lover’s embrace. The smell of roses and violets washed over him, her warm breath laden with promises of pleasure and pain. For a moment, his heart stopped beating, and he wanted nothing more than to fall into her arms.

He shoved her aside and shook his head clear. “Stay back!”

“Oh, hush, monster slayer. Why not let Irinsha soothe your tired body?” She squeezed her chest between her elbows, her hands sliding down to her inner thighs.

Allen snapped his whip again and again. Each time the demoness cocked her head aside, the tip narrowly missing her cheek. Irinsha reached out and plucked the tip from the air with casual grace, winding it around her fingers. Allen tugged, but his weapon wouldn’t budge. Irinsha giggled behind her other hand and yanked the whip out of his grasp, throwing it over her shoulder.

“I do love your choice of toys, monster slayer.” She sauntered toward him. “But you reek of inexperience. Let me show you the pain and pleasure a real mistress can bring you.”

“Begone, demon!” Allen said through gritted teeth.

He held his crucifix in front of him, his faith a sturdy shield. Irinsha took one look at the holy symbol, smiled, and grabbed it. Before the shock of her heresy could hit him, another kind of shock doubled Allen over in pain. Bolts of lightning arced from her grip and down the silver. He screamed as every muscle contracted; lances of pain shot down his arm and right to his heart. His knees buckled, but his grip only tightened. Allen collapsed to the floor, and finally, the pain ceased. His whole body twitched and shook against his will, every inch covered in a sharp pain that faded to numbness.

Irinsha tossed the half-melted crucifix to one side. “Pathetic. Not even token resistance. And here I thought you’d be more fun to play with.”

She tilted his chin up with her finger, locking her evil grey eyes with his. The smug smirk on her face hurt more than the electricity could. Allen swung his fist at her face, missing by a wide margin. He stumbled back onto his feet, arms raised for another punch. Her heel slammed into his stomach. Breathless, he barely had time to think before her foot crashed into the side of his head, sending him back to the ground.

He pushed himself up with his hands, his body still aching from her lightning. Allen got a single glance up at Irinsha, her leg raised high above her head before it came crashing down. And with it came darkness.

xxxxx

His head swam. Flashes of hazy memory popped in and out of Allen’s mind. Hands hoisting him into the air. Corridors and archways moving past him. The slam of a massive, dungeon door. Chattering and giggling. Her voice barking muffled orders. And laughter; so much smug, triumphant laughter.

Allen shook his head and blinked. Cold, clammy darkness surrounded him. Metal dug into his wrists and ankles, clinking as he tested his limited range of motion; chains, then, holding his tired arms above his head and his feet apart. He swallowed, his throat dusty and dry. In the distance, things shambled, clunked, and screamed. The still, stale air bordered on suffocating, cool enough to bring goosebumps across his bare chest.

Not dead. Not yet.

The more his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the more he began to fear: barely five feet square of stone walls and floor to call his own, a single iron door in front of him. The kind of cell you reserved for the insane or the doomed. Allen yanked at his chains, testing their strength against his own. No chance of them pulling free. His muscles already ached from the strain, never mind the dull, lingering pain from the demon bitch’s magic.

His ears pricked up; the click of heels echoed from behind the door. His hands balled into fists. A dim, flickering light gradually appeared, bobbing in time with the footsteps. Allen closed his eyes as it drew closer, the change almost blinding. The door creaked open.

“My, aren’t you a sorry sight?”

He glowered at the succubus.

“Aw, cat got your tongue?” Irinsha pouted. She giggled, opening her lantern and gently coaxing the flame out into the open air. It hovered like a will ‘o wisp, before splitting in two and flying up to the vaulted ceiling. The flames hovered near a pair of holes into which his chains vanished. “I hope I didn’t strike you dumb. That would make the next part much less fun.”

“Do what you want, fiend,” Allen spat.

“Oh, I intend to. But what I really want requires a little… cooperation.”

“You’ll get none from me!”

She laughed. “We’ll see about that.”

Setting her lantern on the cell floor, Irinsha stepped toward him. Allen flinched back as far as the chains would allow. She dragged her hands over his naked chest. He shivered, but not from cold: despite the pale, icy blue of her skin, her touch was warm and gentle. Irinsha traced her fingertips over the valleys and contours of his muscles. Her eager eyes followed close behind.

“What a lovely prize you are,” she purred, “So strong. So gallant. And yet here you are: helpless in my grasp.”

Irinsha pushed up on her tiptoes, whispering into his ear. “How pathetic.”

Allen growled and lunged forwards, his bonds rattling. Irinsha stepped back with a haughty laugh.

“Still some fire left? Good. It gives me something to beat out of you.”

“Try all you want,” Allen said, “I won’t be bested by some hellish harlot.”

“Harlot?” She raised an annoyed eyebrow.

Her hand flashed forward, and Allen screamed: four shallow cuts opened across his chest, droplets of warm blood forming at the ends. Irinsha held her fingers up to his face, sharp nails retracting, as red dripped down to her palm. She smirked and lapped the blood from her hand, her long tongue curling around her fingers like a snake.

“Bad pets get punished,” She said bluntly.

“I am no pet.” Allen winced.

Irinsha darted forward, a sharp nail pressing against his throat. Glaring into his eyes, her voice dripped with venom. “You are what I say you are.”

Her nail dug into his skin, threatening to draw yet more blood. Or worse, cleave his throat open. Allen steeled himself, staring Irinsha down. Her expression softened, moving from hatred to a kind of piteous amusement. She brought her finger up to his cheek, dragging it along his chin.

“And I say you’re my darling pet, to play with as I please.” She slid down his body, lapping up the trails of blood on his chest. Her tongue slithered along the contours of his chest, the hideous tickling forcing Allen to squirm. Irinsha chuckled and walked her fingers down his body and traced them along the top of his hose.

“Have you no shame?” Allen asked.

“What use is shame? All it does is hold you back from the pleasures of the flesh. Pleasure I’d be happy to show you if you only asked.” Irinsha circled his navel. “Hmm, that’s not quite true. You’d have to do more than ask. Beg, for instance.”

Her sharp nails cut through his hose, and the tattered remnants slid down his legs. A flash of heat his Allen’s cheeks as the last of his modesty vanished. They grew hotter as his captor laughed.

“My, what a fun toy you’ll make!” She cupped his cock and balls, stroking and squeezing them with firm hands. “And believe me, it’ll be just as much fun for you if you submit.”

Allen struggled against his bonds, recoiling from her touch. Her expert fingers teased small waves of pleasure from him. A pleasure that made his skin crawl and anger rise. She cooed and chuckled as she worked, her tongue tracing along the cuts her nails had left. Irinsha pressed a finger to his hilt, and the tip glowed a cold purple. Allen’s struggles grew. A tiny spot of warmth burnt its way onto his skin: a tingling reverberating out from it. Her finger pulled away to reveal a small purple sigil emblazoned just above his cock, its glow slowly dying until it looked no different to a tattoo.

“What foul magic is that?” He strained against the chains, the metal refusing to yield.

“Oh, nothing much. Just a little mark to show the whole world that you’re mine.”

“Die, monster!” Allen snarled. “You don’t belong in this world!”

Irinsha huffed, her hip cocked in annoyance. She snapped her fingers. The chains grew taut, yanking his wrists and ankles to the side. They pulled tighter, forcing his back to arch and painfully holding his limbs. Allen grit his teeth. He wouldn’t show her weakness. Not a single scream of pain!

“My, my, you’re doing quite well.” Irinsha cupped his cheek. His chains pulled harder, lifting his feet off the ground. Inch by inch they grew shorter, like a rack pulling him apart by the shoulders and hips.

“I won’t bend!” He snarled. “I will not break!”

“How brave of you. Foolish, but brave.”

The manacles around his wrists and ankles dug into the skin. His shoulders threatened to pop from their sockets. His chest burned, as about to rip in half from the strain.

“No torture will make me serve you.” Allen hissed.

“Torture? Oh, you simple thing. This isn’t torture: it’s punishment. The more you disobey, the more pain you will feel.” She dragged her nail down his chest and stomach. “But the more you choose to serve me…”

Irinsha knelt, dragging her hands down his sides. She kissed across his stomach, running her tongue over his navel, dropping lower and lower until her head hovered by his crotch. Her fingers ran over his member and sack. He flinched from her touch: at least, as much as his bindings would allow him. She giggled and swirled her tongue over his tip. Sharp nails traced the contours of his thigh muscles while her lips peppered his groin. Irinsha opened her mouth wide, letting her tongue hang out with a lewd ‘ah!’ before swallowing his flaccid shaft. Sucking and bobbing her head, her warm mouth and dexterous tongue coaxed tainted pleasure from his cock. Try as he might, his body betrayed him.

“E-enough! Get away from-!” He grunted in pain as the chains tightened.

“Ah, ah.” She wagged her finger at him. With one nail she cut away the strap holding the cups of her corset. The leather fell away, and her enormous breasts spilt out: flawless, icy skin and dark nipples on proud display. Irinsha ran her hands over her chest, squeezing and kneading the ample flesh with a soft coo. She arched her back and pressed her warm body against his. “How do they feel, pet? Are they soft? Warm? Inviting?”

Allen bit his lip to quell the pain.

“Oh, that won’t do.” Irinsha purred. She rolled her tongue around her mouth and let a dollop of drool drip down into the valley between her breasts. Positioning herself, she sandwiched his cock between them and pressed them together. The sheer size almost enveloped him completely in smooth skin.

She slowly bounced on her knees, looking up at him and licking her lips. Her breasts glided over his cock, her fingers sinking into the plush flesh as they squeezed tightly. Allen shuddered. The pain of the chains nearly overwhelmed his senses, but not the pleasure. Slow and deliberate, she spat and stroked and squeezed against him, surrounding his shaft in slick warmth.

“Ooh, you seem to be enjoying this.” Irinsha’s tongue darted across his tip as it poked out of her cleavage.

“I would never-!” He started, the chains silencing him with another painful stretch.

“Good pets don’t lie to their mistress,” She moved her chest faster, the wet slaps echoing through the tiny cell.

The chains slackened enough to stop the pain, leaving Allen to squirm. The pressure at his hilt mounted slowly, despite his best efforts to ignore her teasing. He rammed his eyes shut to ignore the sight of it; to ignore the smug look in her eyes. She hummed and purred louder. The way her skin glided over his, the warmth and softness surrounding his sensitive tip, her hot breath and dexterous tongue flicking over his cock… He bit his lip and tried to focus on the pain instead. It didn’t work.

“Why do you resist, pet? Your hips are twitching, begging to fuck your mistress’ tits. You already know it feels good.”

No sooner had she said it than his hips jerked forward, as if trying to bury his cock further into her breasts. Her pace quickened and the pressure built at his base, forcing his hips to jerk harder and faster. Allen tried to hold his body back, but the pleasure called. His cock ached, the begging moving from the back of his mind to the forefront, the pressure mounting to an unbearable level.

He cried out as he spilt over, the pressure erupting out of his cock. Pulses of pleasure ripped through him. Irinsha’s chest kept moving, coaxing rope after rope of cum to spurt and ooze from his tip, pooling in her cleavage and collarbone. His mind blanked out, leaving only a white haze that gently settled. The last pulse rocked his body, and he hung limp in his bonds.

The haze quickly gave way to shame.

Irinsha stood, cum dripping off her face and chest. She snapped her fingers, and the chains slackened, almost letting Allen slump forward. Her nail dragged up his sensitive cock, sending a shiver through his spine, and trailed its way up to his chin. She titled his head up to meet her triumphant gaze.

“See?” She said, “Obedience feels so much better.”

“I will never obey you…” He panted.

“Oh, you will. The only thing you can change is how long it’ll take. And how much fun I’ll have breaking you.” Irinsha stood, scooping cum from her face with slow, sensual motions. She lapped and sucked her fingers clean and made a big show of swallowing. She squeezed her cum-covered tits and laughed as his face flushed red again. “Look at you! You’re already cracking.”

He tore his eyes away from her lewd display. Her laughter echoed around the cell as she sauntered out. The door slammed shut behind her, the locks screeching back into place. Allen closed his eyes, silently praying to God for the strength to endure whatever tortures the she-devil had in store.

xxxxx

Her heels clicked in the dark, the steps growing louder. Allen wrapped his hands around the chains and gritted his teeth. Her lantern’s light bobbed behind the door, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The heavy iron door screeched open, and she stepped inside.

“How… long?” Allen’s voice was hoarse, burnt out from screaming.

“Days. Weeks. What does it matter to you?” Irinsha said. She pulled the light from her lantern and let it and its twin fly back to their usual spaces. The flickering orange light danced over the ever-growing pattern of scratches and bruises that covered Allen’s skin. She dragged her nail over one of the oldest, he mouth curling into a smirk as he flinched back. “For all you know, no time has passed at all outside this castle. Or maybe a hundred years, your memory long since lost to the dust.”

Allen growled, weakly tugging his chains. His arms and legs felt as if they had always been stuck in their spread-eagle pose. As heavy and stiff as the stone that surrounded him.

“And still you have that fire in you!” Irinsha chuckled haughtily. “Where was that fire in our fight, hmm? That drive? That will?”

She grabbed his chin, nails digging into his stubbly jaw. “Look at you now: you’re a shell. A fragile thing pretending to be strong. I could shatter you beneath my heel and grind you to dust if I wanted.”

“Then, why don’t you?” Allen spat.

“Because shells are such pretty things.” She stroked his cheek like she’d just whispered sweet nothings in his ear.

Irinsha snapped her fingers. A gaggle of girlish voices whispered and laughed from the other side of the doorway. Half a dozen colorful heads poked out from around the frame, each crowned with a unique set of black horns. The succubi giggled as one, a few of them biting or licking their lips as they ogled Allen’s naked body.

He tensed and shifted his position. “You need more to break me, demon?”

“Oh, please, as if I need the aid of these lesser things,” Irinsha scoffed.

One of the succubi stuck her tongue out. Irinsha cleared her throat, holding out a hand expectantly. One of the smaller demons scurried into the cell; though no less beautiful than Irinsha, her figure did seem less full or exaggerated. Younger, in a sense, but nowhere near that of a child. Certainly no human one. She carried a steaming wooden bowl which she carefully placed into Irinsha’s waiting hand.

“Begone,” Irinsha said. The little succubus scarpered, re-joining the mob.

“What is that?” Allen asked.

“A meal. Nothing more than that, I assure you. No poison, no potion… what fun would there be in-” Irinsha sighed as the demons in the doorway tittered. She glared over her shoulder and snapped. “Begone!”

The demons squeaked and ran off, their laughter echoing down the corridor.

Allen wheezed out a hoarse chuckle. “Not so powerful now.”

Her scowl deepened. “I told you, shells are pretty things. I have to fight to keep you all to myself. If any of those little wretches tries to take you, they’ll be torn apart.”

She stabbed her nails into his chest. “You. Are. Mine. And mine alone.”

Wincing, Allen bit his tongue. Irinsha stepped back, leaving yet another set of marks on his skin. Her demeanor changed in an instant: the rage melted, leaving her just as cold and calm as winter snow. She held the bowl up to his face, a pungent fishy smell wafting up from the warm slop inside.

“I don’t want your pity,” Allen growled.

“You’d rather die?”

“Than serve you? Yes. I’d die happy.”

Irinsha laughed. “You can say that all you want, but your body will say otherwise.”

She blew across the bowl, the steam brushing over his face. The stink repulsed him, but his body reacted otherwise. The empty numbness of his body fell away as a forgotten hunger clawed into his stomach. Severe pangs battered his mind and willpower.

“I don’t feel a thing.” He said.

“My, my. You’re an awful liar.” Irinsha traced her finger along his collarbone. “All you have to do is admit that you’re hungry, and I’ll feed you myself.”

“I’ll starve before I bow to you!” Allen snapped. His stomach growled and whined.

She wafted her hand over the bowl again, the smell nagging more at his mind and feeding the ache. “Better you admit it now, pet. Else your food will grow cold and stale.”

“Don’t you treat me like a child!”

“Child? You think too highly of yourself. You’re my pet. All I want is to keep you healthy and content, with a little training, of course.” She brought the bowl up to her face and sighed contently. Reaching into the bowl, Irinsha plucked out a lump of something and slowly slipped it past her lips. She purred and moaned with obvious exaggeration.

Allen’s stomach rumbled louder. The hunger gnashed its teeth and ripped his thoughts to shreds. His dry mouth started to salivate despite the pungent odour wrinkling his nose. He kept it shut and tried to focus on anything else: the pain in his arms, the itching of his wounds, the cold air… anything at all to keep the maddening hunger at bay!

Irinsha dabbed her finger in the slop and pressed it to his lips. The thick, warm fluid seeped over his cracked skin and slowly oozed down his chin. Allen couldn’t stop himself; his tongue flicked out on its own. Chalky, over-salted and disgusting, the droplet he lapped from her finger was the most beautiful thing he’d ever tasted. She laughed, pulling her finger back as shame burnt his cheeks.

“Pathetic. Adorable, but pathetic.” She raised the bowl to his lips, pressing insistently. The warm slop washed over him and dripped down the sides of his face. He relented and let his mouth open: gulping down mouthfuls of the horrific soup while the rest ran in streams over his neck and chest. By the time the bowl ran dry, he wanted to gag and retch.

“There, isn’t that so much better?” Irinsha cooed, wiping a droplet from his face. She dropped down and licked her way up his body, her tongue following the trail left by the soup. “Mm, such a messy eater. It’s so cute.”

Allen shivered as she traced her way over the scratches and half-healed marks. Her giggling made his face burn brighter, the humiliation a permanent mark on his ego. Irinsha’s tongue danced its way up his neck, the soft tickling sending confused waves over his skin. She glided over his face, and especially his tightly sealed lips. Her nail pressed under his chin, tilting his head as if to kiss him.

Irinsha stepped back. “There, didn’t that feel so much better than your silly little resistance?”

“Your touch is like a snake,” Allen kept his eyes off of her.

She chuckled, her footsteps slowly making their way behind him. One arm wrapped about his waist while the other slid over his thigh. He tensed as her smooth leather pressed against his back, the heat of her soft body seeping through into his. Her breath brushed over his neck. “Your body doesn’t lie, my dear pet.”

Her hands moved down to his crotch, one cupping his balls while the other curled around his shaft. Her movements were teasingly slow. Just barely enough to rouse his cock, her fingertips lightly stroked him while her nails traced along his hardening underside. Shivers of anticipation worked up Allen’s spine. His breath caught as she massaged his sack, her appreciative little coo setting his ears alight.

“See? My touch isn’t so bad. It can be quite enjoyable if you do as I say.” Irinsha nibbled his ear, pumping her hand faster.

The pressure built quickly, Allen rocked in his chains as he failed to resist. His eyelids fluttered, his breath shallow. His hips jerked forward. He felt dirty like her touch left black filth on his skin, but his body begged for more and more. Shuddering as the pleasure bubbled up, he bit his lip to hold back a scream.

Irinsha let go of his dick.

Allen let out a startled gasp, his cock twitching alone in the cold air. “What’re you doing?”

“I thought you didn’t want the pleasure I offered?” She licked up his neck. “Why do you care if I stop?”

His hips thrust into the air, the maddening pressure screaming in his head. So close, yet not enough! It almost hurt to be on edge. Allen bit his lip harder, focusing on that pain. His arousal would fade. He could resist.

Irinsha’s hand snaked around his cock again, teasing him back up to the brink of orgasm. Allen braced himself for the inevitable, shivering and grunting as she left him on edge again. Her fingers slid up to his tip, squeezing and rubbing just fast enough to keep him hovering on the edge of delight while his cock screamed in his mind. The pressure turned painful: a valve never quite finding release.

“S-stop this!” He gasped.

“Oh? You want me to stop?” She let go of his cock again, and he barely held back a whine.

“You know what I meant, demon!”

Irinsha kneaded his balls, only adding to the maddening closeness. “If you want to cum, you just have to ask. Beg me to let you finish. Tell me you’re my good little pet.”

“I am no slave!”

Irinsha sighed, letting his cock go. She dragged her nail up his stomach as he bucked and shuddered as if trying to fuck the air. The pressure began to die down, leaving unfulfilled pain in its wake. And then her hand curled around him again. “Must I tell you this every time? Disobedience means pain. Obedience… means pleasure.”

Allen whimpered in her grasp.

“You’re so close. Always so very close,” Irinsha whispered in his ear, “Your body is crying out for the pain to end. Give in. Surrender and let it have what it wants. What it needs. You crave pleasure. You crave submission!”

“N-no…”

Irinsha shushed him, placing a finger on his lips. “Hush, little pet. Let yourself enjoy this.”

His body shook as she stroked, his cock twitching hardest of all. Allen’s hips jerked forward, begging for her to go faster. To finish him. But she just slowed even further, teasing his tip with her fingers and squeezing his balls. Her warm body pressed against his own, her soft breath on his neck, sending shivers down his spine. So close: so excruciatingly close. His weakened will screamed inside his head, but the sound grew harder and harder to hear. Harder to make out beneath the desperate need to cum.

“Just one word,” Irinsha said, “One simple answer. Are. You. Mine?”

He closed his eyes. “… Yes.”

“Hmm? I didn’t hear you.” She stroked him faster.

“Yes!” He cried out, his hips bucking into her hand. “Yes, I’m yours! Please, I-I’ll say anything! Just let me cum. Please, god, let me cum!”

She laughed, the evil sound reverberating through the tiny cell, and for a moment, she stopped teasing him. He whimpered, heart leaping as tears sprung up in the corners of his eyes. But she was not so cruel; Irinsha’s hand pumped along his cock, drawing the pleasure closer and closer until finally, he came. Allen screamed as intense pulses of pleasure shot through his aching shaft. His mind shattered and blanked out from the intensity, his whole body trembling with each wave. Thick ropes of cum splattered across the floor and oozed over Irinsha’s fingers. She cooed and chuckled behind him, her hands still coaxing out whatever cum he had left. Whatever pleasure she could wring from him.

He collapsed in his chains, a panting, weak mess of a man. Allen whimpered as Irinsha dragged her nails over his sensitive cock, the sensation on the border between pain and delight.

“Good pet,” She purred, “Doesn’t that feel so much better?”

Irinsha stepped away from him, licking her fingers clean. She tapped the manacles around his wrists, and they fell apart. He tumbled to the ground, barely catching himself with numb arms. Another loud, metallic click and his ankle bindings slithered away into their sockets.

He pushed himself onto his knees, hands shaking. “Why did you…?”

“Didn’t you hear what I said? Good, obedient pets get to enjoy themselves.” She giggled behind her hand. “I can be kind when I want to be. Every girl loves to pamper her pets, and I’m no exception. If you play nicely and do as I say, there may be more rewards for you in the future.”

Her hands ran over her massive breasts, reminding him of the pleasure she’d shown him on the first day. A cruel smirk grew on her face as the floating lights blew back over to her. “Don’t disappoint me, pet.”

The door slammed shut behind her, the light vanishing.

xxxxx

Chattering voices turned to titters and sniggering as the pair of them walked past. Allen kept his eyes firmly on the opulent rugs and stone tiles, looking past the chain that hung from his neck. More accurately, from around the thick band of leather Irinsha had clipped onto him. A tag jingled just below the heavy iron chain, glinting in the torchlight. Not his name; hers. Marking him as her property, just like the mark above his cock.

A reminder of his surrender.

“Come along,” Irinsha said. She peered over her shoulder, a smug smile plastered across her face.

A ripple of laughter came from the vaulted roof. Allen kept his hands cupped around his crotch as his face lit up brighter than the candelabra swinging above him. Vaguely human or bat-like forms darted between the shadows above, eyes in red and yellow and icy blue sneering down at him.

“Hurry, pet.” Irinsha tugged the leash. “Or I’ll make you crawl like the dog you are. Perhaps you’d prefer that, hmm?”

Allen held his tongue. Disobedience meant pain, be it physical or otherwise.

Irinsha yanked the chain harder. He sullenly followed behind her and tried to ignore the chorus of laughter from above.

The trip through the castle seemed endless. Winding passageways that seemed at once identical and unfamiliar ran long enough to defy the castle’s exterior. Not a single window, letting neither sunlight nor a breath of outside air to reach inside. Portraits and kept their eyes firmly on Allen’s shameful state, dead eyes following him and grins seeming to grow as he passed. He pulled his eyes from the floor to watch Irinsha walk, hoping that perhaps some opening would emerge. All that came from it was his gaze wandering; he tore his eyes away from her swaying hips and round arse several times. His cock would twitch and stir between those fleeting glimpses and the tittering from above. Some spell she’d cast was responsible. It had to be.

They finally stopped at an unassuming doorway in a simple stone arch. Irinsha ushered him inside with a smug grin and a tug. A large chandelier lit the spacious, round room, brightening the regal reds and golds. An enormous bed pressed against the far wall dominated the space, a long, silken curtain draped around its edge. Several small dressers flanked its sides and spread across the walls. The whole place seemed fit for a queen and just as welcoming as any royal chamber.

“Do you like it?” Irinsha dragged a finger along Allen’s cheek.

“Your chambers?” He asked.

She laughed. “Oh, no. They’re yours, pet. Some of my sisters say I pamper my toys too much, but… well, they’re right. I just love making my little pets feel comfortable.”

A key flashed between her fingers and the chain fell from his collar. It vanished into thin air. Irinsha turned on her heel and sauntered to the bed, running a hand along the silk curtain. “So, pet: what do you think?”

Allen glanced around the room.

“No tricks. You were a good boy last time, and you followed so nicely today. Just as I asked. Don’t you remember? Obedience means pleasure.” She mock-pouted. “Don’t you trust your mistress?”

Allen pulled open a drawer. He stiffened and pulled open another. And another. Every single drawer he touched was filled to the brim with dangerous or lurid devices. Wooden phalluses in one, a selection of manacles in another, an entire dresser full of instruments of torture…

“Do you like my gifts?” Irinsha pressed up against his back, wrapping her arms around his waist. “We can play with anything you like, pet. Anything at all.”

She nibbled on his earlobe, tracing patterns across his naked stomach. Allen swallowed and pulled open another drawer. Nothing but frilly lingerie in suspiciously large sizes. He tried another and another, each one bringing a blush to his cheeks or a pit in his stomach. Opening a particularly heavy drawer his heart leapt; a selection of blades glittered inside, their handles carved with lewd scenes.

A weapon…

He stepped past the dresser and pulled open another drawer, his hanger-on still peering over his shoulder. He crept his left hand back over to the knives, pretending to be interested in several metallic balls. He glanced at Irinsha and held back a sigh of relief as her eyes stayed on the sex toys. Further and further… his fingertips brushed over an ivory handle.

A blur of movement sent him hurtling against the wall. Irinsha’s nails dug into his throat as she held him up by one hand, his feet kicking a few inches in the air. Allen’s hands moved to his throat, scrabbling at her vice-grip. Her grey eyes narrowed down to harsh steel.

“Find something, pet?” She growled.

Allen let out a choked noise. Her grip tightened and stars danced on the edge of his vision.

“Because I’m sure I made myself absolutely clear.” She threw him to the ground and slammed her heel into his back.

He gasped, the wind knocked from his chest. A crackle of electricity lanced across his body, reducing him to a mess of spasms. Irinsha’s boot pressed his head into the plush carpet, her sharp stiletto heel digging into his cheek.

Irinsha hummed as she reached into a drawer. Allen craned his head to see, the torturous instruments flashing through his mind, but her heel kept him pinned. Her humming stopped. With a flick of her wrist, something whacked across his arse, hard enough to leave a red welt. Allen yelped, sharp pain lancing through him. Again, and again, and again!

“Disobedience!” Irinsha snarled, “Means! Pain!”

Allen cried out, hands digging into the carpet. Humiliation burnt almost as much as the red marks seared into his skin. Another crack brought a tear to his eye. He gritted his and buried his head into the floor, a particularly strong hit forcing out a whimper. He had to be strong. He had to endure. He had to-

Thwack!

“I’m sorry!” He shouted. His eyes widened, the realisation sinking in. He knelt there, twitching beneath Irinsha’s heel, and waited for the next hit.

“What was that?” She purred.

“I-I… I’m sorry, Mistress…”

“What for?”

He swallowed his pride, the throbbing pain on his arse a reminder of the alternative. “For being disobedient.”

Irinsha ground her heel against his cheek. He braced himself, but her crop didn’t strike him. She chuckled, stepping off him and crossing her arms.

“Kneel,” She commanded.

He did so, bowing low. Irinsha pushed his head back up, curling her fingers through his hair.

“That’s more like it, pet.” She dragged her crop up his thigh. “Spread them. Good boy! Doesn’t that feel so much better?”

Allen shivered as she dragged the riding crop along his semi-hard cock.

“Oh? Were you starting to enjoy your punishment?” She sneered, “Or was that just from obeying one command?”

He looked down, and she laughed, his cheeks lighting up again. His cock twitched as she ran the crop against it, teasing his tip with the leather. She pulled away and ground the toe of her boot against him: the smooth, cool texture a strange sensation. Allen shivered and closed his eyes, trying to ignore how easily his body betrayed him. How easily he got hard under her foot.

“See? Obeying is so much more enjoyable.” Irinsha ran the crop up the underside of his cock. “But you’ve been a naughty pet, so you need punishing.”

“Please, no!” He started.

“I didn’t say you could speak! Do I have to punish you again?”

She mockingly pretended to think. One leg hooked over Allen’s shoulder, pulling him between her thighs. With a single sharp nail, she tore through the thin stretch of leather covering her cunt. Allen’s heartbeat rocketed up in his chest.

“Do a good job, and I might consider it an apology. Do a bad job…” Her crop lightly batted at his arse. “Is that clear, pet?”

He hesitated but nodded.

“Oh, aren’t you just adorable? Get to work.”

Irinsha shoved his face against her crotch, trapping him between her shapely thighs. His nose butted against her smooth skin, her cunt pressed firmly against his lips. The overwhelming sell of sex and raw lust seeped into every pore and blanketed every breath. Allen swallowed, his hands bracing against her thighs, and slowly lapped along her folds. She cooed above him, her grip tightening. Her crop tapped his arse, and his pace quickened.

Allen gasped in short breaths between laps. Before long she rocked against him, his chin dripping with her arousal. Her taste danced on his tongue and lit a fire in his core. He traced over her clit and inside her folds, swirling and probing until his tongue ached. She shuddered around him and squeezed tighter. The smothering heat and strength of her thighs made his submissive cock twitch. Made his pride wane and his ego crack.

She chuckled and smacked his thigh, spurring him on. Her breath grew as ragged as his, her eyelids flickering. Sharp nails dug into his scalp. Irinsha’s tight grip with her thighs choked him until stars danced on the edge of his vision, but still, he forced himself to continue. With a scream that could have shattered glass, Irinsha shuddered. She twitched and gasped, a single moment of weakness as an orgasm ripped through her. Drooping, her shaking leg slipped off his neck as she steadied herself.

Allen pulled away from her, his tongue hanging out of his panting mouth. Sparkling wetness dripped off his face and onto his lap. Irinsha looked down at him with a softness and warmth he hadn’t seen from her. Her hand cupped his cheek, and he didn’t stop himself from nuzzling into it.

“Good boy,” She panted, wiping his chin with her thumb.

Allen shivered under her touch: the more she said those words, the more they seemed to affect him. The more he wanted to hear them. The more he wanted to obey.

xxxxx

For the first time in what felt like months, Allen dreamed. The silken sheets melted into soft clouds that gently wafted to and fro in a warm breeze. Red lines and purple marks disappeared as fluffy white fingers brushed over his naked frame. Breathing slowly and steadily, he sunk back into his cloud and let all the sensations wash over him. The wind whispered seductively in his ear, telling him in a half dozen voices to let it do all the work. What work, he didn’t know or ask. Just as long as it let him stay blissfully limp and relaxed.

The fluffy fingertips traced patterns over his skin, leaving a warm, ticklish ripple in their wake. Something hot and wet ran across his stomach. Then another, and another; tropical storms swirling about his navel. They descended down him, the clouds slowly prying his legs apart. Allen shuddered and bucked his hips up into the pleasant storm. In an instant, his cock was hard, and the dancing zephyrs played with the sensitive skin. His breathing grew shallow, his relaxation giving way to mounting lust.

Somebody giggled: a harsh, teasing sound. Allen’s eyes snapped open.

Even in the darkness of his chamber, he could make out the mass of bodies on his bed. Six hourglass figures crowded around him, wings tucked tightly to their backs. He sat up, but a pair of disparate hands shoved him back down, their fingers tracing down over his chest.

“He’s awake,” One said.

“Good,” Another purred, “I’d hate for him to miss this.”

“It’s not fair that she gets to have all of this to herself.”

Another whined. “And she abuses him so much!”

“Lie back, little man.” A hand ran through his hair, curling it around slender fingers. “We’ll show you real pleasure.”

Two bodies pressed up against his as a pair of lights sprung up above him. The will o’ wisps danced around the orgy and stained the whole room a brilliant blue. Allen tried to sit up again but found himself trapped between two voluptuous forms; his head nestled between two ample pairs of breasts. Their owners cooed and shushed him, stroking down his body as their warmth seeped into his aching limbs.

Allen turned his gaze downward. A quartet of succubi mobbed his cock, moaning and slurping as their tongues danced over his skin. A pair of them shared his balls while the other two dragged their tongues up and down his twitching shaft. Naked, their icy skin stood stark against his own. Their chests squished against his body, their hands groping and gliding over whatever space their sisters hadn’t already claimed. Allen let out a shuddering gasp. Long licks and quick flickers over his tip sent maddening rushes of pleasure through him.

The two lying beside him took his hands and brought them up to their bodies. Without thinking, he ran his fingers over their smooth skin, sinking them deep into perfect, plump arses. Their wide hips and thighs tempted him. The succubi giggled and purred, licking their lips as they traced over the scratches left by his mistress.

Mistress…

Allen made to stand, but they forced him down again. Their bodies pinned him to the sheets, nails dragging across his skin like hers had. His heartbeat pounded in his chest; had she sent them? Was this a test? He shuddered as one swallowed his cock down to the hilt, the two at his balls sucking wildly. He opened his mouth to protest, but a finger slid inside. Without thinking, he sucked on it. Its owner laughed.

“The poor thing is so broken already. Mm, I can see why she had fun with him.”

“He’s already so close; I can smell the desperation. Feel him quiver in anticipation.”

“Please… cum for us!”

He moaned and writhed beneath them. Each little touch or slow caress built up into a maddening need. Their groans, giggles and whines enveloped him, each beg or command pushing his own desires further to the front of his mind. His cock ached. His body jerked as he whimpered. Closer and closer, their mouths dragged him up to the tip of pleasure.

It never came.

No matter how much they licked or sucked or stroked, he never came. Allen thrust up against them, squirming in their grasp, but nothing helped. The pressure mounted higher still until his whole body screamed in agony. He panted and begged, but the succubi never stopped. He cried out as tears budded in the corners of his eyes.

“Stop…!” He croaked. “Please, I-I can’t take it!”

They didn’t listen. If anything their pace only increased, as if desperate to make him cum. Or to torture him. Their nails dug into his skin, their teeth scraped across his cock, their giggling turned to growls and harsh breaths. The pair smothering him held him down, their teeth bared. And still, the pressure grew; a sharp pain all across his cock and hilt that promised sweet release but never gave it.

The door burst open. A voice like a crack of thunder spoke a single command. “OUT!”

The succubi squeaked and scrambled, falling over themselves as they leapt from the bed. The sconces lit up in unison and almost blinded him. He barely registered the demons left. He thrust up into the air, whimpering like a dog, his body desperate to finish.

“No!” He whined, “No, no, no!”

“Shh…” Came her soft voice. Irinsha settled on the bed beside him, pulling his head into her chest. She stroked his hair as he curled up against her. “They’re gone now, pet.”

“I couldn’t… why can’t I…?” He shook against her.

“Oh, poor thing. Did you forget about this?” She tapped the sigil she’d branded above his cock on their first night. “I told you, it marks you as mine. And mine alone.”

“Please,” Allen begged.

Irinsha shushed him, curling her fingers around his mess of hair. Her other hand cut away the strap around her breasts, and he nuzzled against them. He breathed in her scent, and his cock twitched. Her hand walked down his body, gently curling around his cock.

“There, there, pet.” Irinsha slowly pumped along his shaft. “You’re all mine. Every last bit of you, mind and body. It’s so cute to watch you squirm, but I couldn’t just let anyone enjoy that.”

He bucked his hips into her hand, her fingers soaked with his pre-cum.

“No one else can make you cum, pet. Ever.”

Allen whimpered. She pressed his head further into her chest. Her nipple brushed against his lips, and he latched onto it, suckling softly as she jerked him off. She chuckled, running her thumb over the tip of his cock.

“That’s it. It feels so much better when I do it, doesn’t it?” Irinsha purred. “Don’t hold back. Let yourself enjoy my hand. I want you to cum for me, pet. Come on. Now!”

He obeyed. On cue, the pressure boiled over with slow, lazy pulses up his shaft. His cum oozed out and over her fingers. Each gentle stroke coaxed out another spurt, slowly rubbing away the desperate ache that drove him mad. Allen closed his eyes and panted against her, letting all his frustration seep out as his mind slumped into bliss.

“Oh, there’s so much.” Irinsha squeezed out a few last drops. She played with a strand and chuckled to herself. “They must have been so hard on you. Don’t worry; play nicely, and they’ll never bother you again. You wouldn’t want to disobey me, would you?”

“Obedience means… pleasure…” Allen whispered hoarsely. The words bounced around his brain, leaving firmer dents than they’d ever done before. He meant it: every word. Obedience meant pleasure. Obedience was pleasure. He curled up against Irinsha, her arms wrapping about him. He obeyed. Always.

xxxxx

“Mmm…” Irinsha moaned, running her fingers through his hair. “Right there, pet. Perfect.”

Allen swirled his tongue about her clit, his hands snug in the manacles behind his back. She lay back on the silk sheets, her white hair like a snowfall around her beautiful face. Her eyes flickered, and her thighs squeezed around his neck. The black one-piece lay discarded on the floor, leaving her in only her leather thigh-highs and gloves: letting Allen look up at her hourglass figure in all its perfect glory. He slid his tongue deeper inside her, probing along every inch of her dripping cunt as she writhed and groaned. He did that; he made her feel so good. His obedience was her pleasure.

“That’s enough. Stop,” Irinsha panted.

He stopped immediately, lifting his sticky head and letting his tongue hang out.

“Good boy.” Irinsha stroked the side of his face, giggling as his cheeks flushed. “My, you’re so eager to please me, aren’t you? You’ve come such a long way from the bratty little thing you used to be. I think it’s time for a real reward.”

His heart leapt. Irinsha snapped her fingers, and the manacles fell from his hands. Gently kicking him onto his back, Irinsha crawled down the bed and nestled herself between his thighs. Her nails traced over faint red marks, the remnants of previous sessions together, until they came to rest at his hips. She looked down at his manhood and cocked an eyebrow. Rock-hard and desperately aching for her touch.

Irinsha dragged her tongue up the underside. Allen shuddered, his hips bucking upward. Her humiliating laughter made his body burn, arousal pushing everything else out of his head. Her finger teased his tip while her tongue lavished his balls, ticklish pleasure mounting quickly at his base. Pre-cum oozed out of him, dripping onto his stomach, and she lapped it away with a soft ‘ah!’

“Look at this poor cock. So desperate and needy, aching for someone to let it cum.” She ran a nail down it and smiled as Allen shivered. “Good pets deserve to be rewarded, don’t they? What does my precious slave want me to give, hmm?”

“Wh-whatever Mistress wishes to give!” He whined as she swallowed his cock down to the hilt. Irinsha held him in her warm, tight throat for several seconds before pulling off with a lewd pop. His hips wriggled, and his thighs shook as her teasing continued.

“It’s a shame that your mistress prefers to take.” Irinsha licked and kissed her way up the underside. “Would you give me anything?”

“Yes,” He whimpered.

“Anything at all? No matter what the cost?”

“Y-yes.”

“Even… your humanity?”

“Yes!” Allen cried without hesitation.

Irinsha smirked. She gave his tip a kiss and straddled his waist, grinding her slick cunt along his shaft. She raised her hips and propped his cock up, his tip batting against her folds. “Last chance, pet. If you want me to stop, you only have to ask.”

“I-I… Ah!” He gasped as she sank down his cock.

“Ha! As if I’d ever give you a choice!” She laughed. “Lie back, pet. Relax while I take everything from you.”

Her hips rolled, and she cupped her enormous chest, letting them drop hypnotically down. Her hot cunt clenched around Allen’s cock, his body overloaded with sensation. She felt perfect. Beyond perfect! Tight and slick, sucking him in as her hips bounced atop him. Her body moving in serpentine patterns as she slowly rode him. His hands curled into the sheets, desperate as they were to reach up and knead her gently jiggling bust.

His mistress purred as she fucked him. Irinsha dragged her nails down his chest, trailing faint streaks of red. She licked her lips as her hips bounced faster. Chewed her lip as her thighs squeezed his body. The pressure built at his base. A quiet noise escaped him.

“That’s it. Moan for me,” She said, “I want to hear you whimper and beg.”

“Please…” Allen breathed. The mark above his cock tingled: like a mix between gentle warmth and piercing cold, the sensation crept outward and over his body. Irinsha giggled and moaned, the sound of her arse smacking against him filling the room. She cupped his head and forced him to stare into her hungry eyes.

“Again,” She growled, “Beg. More.”

“Please fuck me! Use my body!”

“Mm, I will, slave.” She licked her lips and slammed herself down. Allen’s hips jerked up, pushing his cock as deep into her cunt as it could. The tingling rushed over his body, up into his core and down over his extremities. His whole body screamed with the same pressure that built at the base of his cock; the same mounting pleasure that she fucked out of him.

“What’s… happening?” He panted.

“You said you’d give me anything. So, I’m taking it. All of it!” Irinsha snatched a hand-mirror from the bedside table, turning it to face him as she slammed against his hips. “Look at you! Look at what you’re doing to yourself, pet. You’re already too far gone, aren’t you?”

Allen shuddered, and the thing in the mirror shuddered as well. It wasn’t him: he didn’t have pale, icy skin, nor a stubby pair of black horns, nor eyes that faded to a steely grey. And yet the thing in the mirror panted with him, whimpered with him, contorted its face in pure, unbridled pleasure with him. The tingling sank deeper, right down to his bones, and the more he looked, the more he saw himself in the demon in the mirror. The more it became him, and him it.

He ran his long, serpentine tongue over his grey lips. He looked up at his mistress as she ground on his cock. His hands slid up her thighs and to her waist, sharp nails digging into her flawless skin. Jerking his hips upwards, he uttered his last words as a human. “I’m yours.”

Cackling, Irinsha bounced along his shaft. The bed creaked beneath them, the timbers threatening to splinter under the force of their thrusts. They moved together to fill the room with frantic fucking, sharp moans and ragged gasps. Her hair flew wildly about her head. Her hands dug into his shoulders or scratched across his stomach. Every sensation, from pain to pleasure, built up and up into a crescendo of hellish delight.

“I can feel you twitching. Feel all your desperation.” Irinsha’s eyes rolled back a shiver working up her body. “Go ahead, my dirty little pet! Cum your humanity away!”

He obeyed. Allen screamed, thrusting deep into her greedy cunt. Pulses of pleasure he’d never matched before ripped up his shaft, his conscious mind shattered by the intensity. Her cunt milked him of every drop of cum, her hips grinding against his as her nails dug into his new skin. It felt as if he’d never stop cumming; she grabbed his head and forced him to look into wild eyes that pulsed with a light that matched his rhythm. She shivered and quaked atop him, her face contorted in pleasure as she clenched around him.

They came down together. Allen slumped into the sweat-soaked sheets, the air around him reeking of arousal. She let his head drop back, her breath short and ragged. Irinsha dragged a finger over his horns; even the slightest touch sending a jolt of pleasure through him. She cupped his face in her hands, looking down at him the way you might a new toy. Her smirk grew to a sharp-toothed grin. “Such a good, obedient pet, aren’t you?”

His cock twitched inside her at the word. Obedience was pleasure. She kissed his forehead, and his new body shivered with pure delight. He obeyed. He always obeyed. Now, and forever, as her perfect slave.

xxxxx

Vanessa rammed her spear through a furred torso, gritting her teeth as the monster dissolved into a cloud of dust. How long had she been in this hellhole? Days, weeks? Too long. Her muscles ached, and her spear grew dull, but their work wasn’t done. Not until Tepesh lay dead.

She let herself droop against a pillar. Propping herself up on her spear, she glanced around the opulent corridor for any further interruptions. She wiped the sweat from her brow and tucked her auburn hair back into its ponytail. It was the small things that kept her sane: that reminded her of the humanity she wanted to preserve. Of the people who needed saving.

Aching feet screamed at her as she walked further into the darkness, but they could wait. Bigger things needed her attention.

Like that peal of laughter.

Turning on her heel, Vanessa swung her spear behind her. Nothing but empty air to slay. She tensed her body and pressed herself against a wall, eye flicking up and down the corridor. Where were they? What monster had decided to try its fate this time?

“Up here, little one.”

Vanessa leapt from the wall, jabbing into the air.

“Oh, so close! Maybe next time you’ll land it.” Laughed the distinctly feminine voice.

Two figures sat atop the pillar she had just been resting beside; one very obviously female, and the other very obviously male. Both bore icy pale skin and bright white locks of hair, and neither thought to dress in anything that could be described as modest. Nothing but stark black leather that barely covered their intimate parts, accented with useless scraps of silver armor.

“Come down and fight, fiends!” Vanessa spat, tightening her grip on her weapon.

“A lively one, aren’t you?” The woman chuckled.

“I think she’ll make a wonderful toy,” purred the man.

“I do love it when they have a bit of fire I can beat out.”

Vanessa glanced between them. “Are you going to talk all night?”

“Patience, my pretty,” The succubus said, “I prefer to play with my pets.”

“I’m no pet of yours! Nor will I ever be!”

“That’s what they all say. Isn’t that right?” The succubus chuckled, scratching under her companion’s chin. He nuzzled into her hand and purred like a cat. Like a good, obedient pet.

THE END