“Hi Michael,” Brittney sighed into the voicemail. “Listen, I’m really sorry, and I really need to talk to you. I screwed up, big time, and I don’t want things to end like this. Sorry about leaving so many messages. Please call me back. Sorry.” She hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed.
This was so fucked up. She had never been the sort to cheat before, and then, out of nowhere, this charming, well-dressed man starts flirting with her. She didn’t know him, never even heard his name, and before she knew it, she was inviting him home and luring him into her bed. It had to happen on the one day Michael was home from work early, and then her stupid temper had made her so defensive. He had every right to be mad, but because he yelled at her, she screamed back at him, and kicked him out, and now everything was a mess. Brittney just really needed to make things right.
Her fiancé had stormed off hours earlier, running back home to his family, probably telling them every horrible thing they were happy to believe about her. Brittney was certain the Meyers were vilifying her, ready to crucify her. Fuck, she just needed a chance to talk to him, to make him understand that is was a mistake, a one-time thing.
She sighed and headed into the bathroom. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and got ready to try and sleep. She turned to open the bathroom door and stopped short.
That was not her bathroom door. It was a huge, wooden thing, with six elaborate iron locks, and it shouldn’t have fit in her doorway. She blinked, wondering if she was asleep, hoping this whole horrible day had just been a dream.
The door was still there. She knocked on it tentatively. “Hello?” she called out?
It swung ponderously on ancient hinges, opening into a huge stone room with giant, empty windows. In the center of the stone floor was a four poster bed. She stepped over poked her head inside and looked around, but no one was there. She stepped over the threshold, and the door slammed shut behind her like thunder.
Frantically, she turned, and tried to open it. There was no handle on this side, and it wouldn’t budge, no matter what she tried.
“He, he, he,” came a deep rumble of a laugh, like gravel falling through a metal tube. Brittney whipped her head around, her chin length blonde hair flying. Standing a short way away was an inhuman thing. Its skin was a deep grey, with little divots like rock or cement. Its eyes shone darkness, and its white teeth floated above the darkness of its form. Horns poked their way out of its dark hair. Her eyes fell on long cock swinging between its legs. Between its hands it held a length of white rope.
“Where am I?” Brittney asked.
“Prison.” The things voice rumbled through her.
“Why?”
“Slut,” the thing answered. “Wrists.” Brittney was about to protest, to tell the thing to go fuck itself. Instead, she watched in horror as her hands shot forward, without her meaning to, like a reflex. The thing started wrapping the rope around them, tying a quick knot. “Kneel,” it ordered, and she got down on the stone floor. She was wearing one of Michael’s T-shirts and his boxers, to try and feel close to him. It left her knees unprotected as she pressed them against the cold stones.
“Why am I listening to you?” she muttered to herself.
“Cursed slut,” it answered, and chuckled again. It led her hands straight up over her head, then bent her elbows down, so her hands were by her neck. Next, it began to tie the rope around one of her ankles, and then the other. There was an odd care to the things treatment, as it reverently looped the bindings around her, savouring each motion, each tightening of the rope.
It finished tying, and then snaked around, on its own knees. Its eyes were at her level, pupil-less and dark. Its firm fingertips slipped around her hips, and started to lift Michael’s shirt. He exposed her tight stomach to the air, which was warm but prickled her skin just the same. The things tongue flashed along its lips, longer and thicker than it should have been.
“What happens now?” she asked, still thinking this all must be a dream.
“Ecstasy,” the thing hissed. It grabbed a handful of the T-shirt in each fist, and ripped it open, exposing her round breasts. It chuckled pleasantly, and then placed a powerful hand on the small of her back, and dragged her towards him. As it held her against its skin, it felt like she was laying topless on a hot summer’s afternoon sidewalk, almost too warm to touch. She found herself gasping a little. Its cock was pressed between them, and each breath she took caused it to stiffen and grow. She found herself fascinated by its growth, hoping the thing would use it.
After all, this had to be just a dream, right? Her subconscious punishing her for her indiscretion, that was the only logical explanation. If it was just a dream, there was nothing to do but accept the punishment she deserved for being unfaithful to her fiancé.
Rough hands began to knead her breasts. A hungry mouth found hers, a rough tongue melting into her. She felt her breathing quicken more and more. Her body began to ache. It ripped the last shreds of the T-Shirt from her. She wanted this thing to use her, to toy with her, to punish her for what she had done. The idea caused her to throb, and she leaned against the hardening cock, hoping this monster would use it on her. She deserved it, and she needed this if she was ever to be forgiven.
“Is it ready?” came a voice from behind her?
“Ready,” said the thing, breaking away from its long kiss. From somewhere, it pulled a metal collar, and clasped it around her neck. It closed with a loud clink. The demon held a length of chain like a leash, and started pulling her along. She was forced to waddle on her knees, with her hands tied to her ankles.
Another demon stood before her, this one a deep, velvety purple, and with more intelligence shining in its eyes. “Pavement, what did you do?” the new demon said, plucking at the rope like a harp string. “How am I supposed to fuck this slut with this in the way?”
“Wait,” Pavement said. Stepping behind her, the first demon pushed between her shoulder blades, tipping her off balance. She started to fall forward, but its guiding hand found its way under her stomach. When she was lying face down on the cold floor, she felt the warm sidewalk hands high against her inner thighs, spreading them apart. Her knees were past shoulder length apart, and then it grabbed the boxers she was wearing, and tore them away. The chill air tickled her exposed slit.
She lay there, bending her knees, her ankles and wrists high in the air. A wet, coarse tongue began to tease its way from her knees, closer and closer to her aching need. With long, deliberate strokes, the tongue would climb her legs, never quite reaching the lips of her pussy. She started to squirm, growing hotter by the second.
“What would you do,” the new demon asked, “If I made Pavement kiss your dirty little cunt?”
“Mmmm,” Brittney moaned at the idea. “Can you?”
“Why, your new friend Garnet can make so many wonderful things happen.” A gentle hand pushed the hair off her face, behind her ear. “But he likes to hear you beg.”
“Please, make him to do,” Brittney said, before she realized what she was doing. This wasn’t her, at least not normally. Normally, she told people what she wanted. She never asked, and fuck them if they didn’t like it. But as the words came out of her mouth, she squirmed. She prayed the monster kissing her legs would begin to lick and lap her desperate slit. “Please, get him to kiss my dirty little cunt.”
Purple fingertips traced their way across her lips. “You have a pretty voice, and you have started well. Tell us what kind of girl you are. We think you’re a bad girl, a slut, and that’s why you want him to lick your pussy.”
In spite of herself, Brittney found that she was nodding against the floor. “You’re right. I’m a bad slut. I deserve whatever happens to me. Please, make him lick my filthy pussy. I want to feel his tongue against me, making me wet.”
Garnet’s hands grabbed a chunk of her hair, and forced her head up. Her chin still rested on the floor, but now she was face to face with his cock, the head of it nearly brushing her lips. “What will you do for me, if I make him stick his tongue against your wet little pussy?”
“Anything you want. I’ll suck your dick, I’ll fuck your brains out. Please,” she pleaded, “Please, just make him …” Before she got the next word out, the rough tongue behind her flitted across the hood of her clit. Her words melted. She moaned, and Garnet took advantage of her gaping mouth. He eased forward, placing the head of his cock on her bottom lip.
Pavement’s tongue started to probe into her, licking deeper than a real tongue possibly could, massaging the growing ache between her legs. As it did, she sighed and moaned, kissing Garnet’s cock, slowly taking more and more into her mouth. He eased forward, and pushed slowly down her throat. She started to get worried she wouldn’t be able to handle it, but every time the thought started to bother her, a clever twist of Pavement’s tongue would clear her mind.
It wasn’t long before the purple demon’s hands held the back of her head, as he thrust into her mouth, slowly but surely fucking her face. She was surprised how much she was enjoying it. She had never really liked giving blowjobs before, but something about the strange passive nature of this one, the act of being used by this strange monster as a toy for his pleasure caused passion to throb through her ever nerve.
Of course, the incredible feeling of the unnaturally long tongue between her legs didn’t hurt the situation. She struggled against the rope, but her wrists were tied firmly to her ankles, and she had to keep her knees bent up in the air to stop it from hurting. She was helpless as Pavement’s tongue explored her, sending shivers through her. Brittney wanted to pull herself away from him, to make him stop, somewhere in the back of her mind.
A dread shivered through her as she realized she wanted to press herself against his rough tongue even more, to force him deeper inside of her. She was helpless, and the idea made her gasp around the cock plunging between her lips. Garnet held her head, and pushed deep down her throat.
Her breathing started to come in desperate gasps, almost choked off by Garnet fucking her face. She managed to gulp down a lungful just before he started to grunt. Both hands grabbed the back of her head, and his balls slapped against her chin. He curved down her throat. Her face was pressed against his pelvis as he twitched, and spurted down her throat.
Every inch of her burst with pleasure, radiating out. She shook to her very core, and gasped as he pulled out of her. His seed pulsed through her. Her entire body rocked, like an earthquake. Pavement’s tongue between her legs flashed faster, and another wave of perfect abandon shot through her. Her skin was sensitive, every inch aching with the agony of the pleasure that shook threw her, and despite the bindings, she managed to squirm away from him. The tongue was too much. She let the room fall away as the passion overwhelmed her, and rocketed through her entire body.
As her orgasm passed, she had to flip onto her side, and curl up into a little ball on the floor. Her nipples ached, and she couldn’t bear to touch the cold stone. Her cunt was so sensitive she could barely handle the air flitting through the tower. She lay there, trussed up, cooing, trying to calm down from the most intense orgasm of her life.
It was forever, and it wasn’t long enough, when Garnet stroked the sweat plastered blonde hair back from her temple. “Bad girl,” he said. Something cold pressed against her neck, like metal. “No one said you could cum.” He grabbed the metal collar around her neck, and ran his fingers along it. He started to gather up the metal chain leash.
“S… sorry?” Brittney wasn’t sure what you say to a dream monster who is upset you came too soon. He started to pull on the leash, and Brittney was forced to squirm along, her wrists still tied to her ankles. The purple thing started to half-drag her to the bed in the center of the room.
“Oh you will be sorry,” he chuckled. “I don’t know how long the warden will add to your sentence for this, but she won’t be happy.”
“Please, don’t tell the warden,” Brittney pleaded. She wasn’t sure what would happen, but dream logic told her it was trouble. “Please don’t. I’ll do anything, I swear.”
“Beg me to fuck you in the ass,” he said.
“Please, please fuck me in the ass!” The words poured out of her, and she blushed brilliant red as they did, some part of her mind hearing her with her waking mind. “Please fuck my ass, and don’t tell the warden.”
Garnet considered for a moment, and then started looping the chain around one of the bedposts. “Nah. I think I want to see what the warden will do to you.” He laughed again and wandered away, somewhere behind her.
Brittney struggled to look, turning her head as far as she could, but he hadn’t given her much slack. She was mere inches from the bedpost. Her back was to the bed, so she was facing the door. Her wrists still tied to her ankles, she could barely move. She knelt on the floor, sitting on her ankles to avoid the cold stone. She called out for Garnet and Pavement, but got no response. She waited, for how long she couldn’t tell.
Her body was still buzzing a little, her skin still prickling. She realized her cunt was still soaking wet, and she was getting more excited, not less, the longer she was left alone. She tried to find a way to relieve herself a little. There was no chance with her hands. She tried spreading her legs further, and will the cold stone sent a chill through her, it was too featureless, and she had too little slack on her collar. Then she remember the bedpost. If she angled herself just right, she could rub up against the bottom of the smooth round post. She squirmed back, and arched her back against the ropes. Her hair flew in front of her face. Carefully, she inched, until she made contact.
It was heaven. It instantly made her gasp. She struggled, with her limited motion, to rub herself against the smooth, veneer of the furniture. Whatever they had done to her made every touch a small explosion of pleasure, and within a minute, she was panting, and aching, contorting herself. Her world started shrinking into that single sensation.
“What the fuck is this?” The voice came from a woman, and it shocked Brittney. She surged forward, away from the bedpost, now slick with her juices, and caught herself on the metal collar, nearly choking. She tried to compose herself, and flip the hair out of her face. It was difficult, with no hands and her head held in place by the leash.
When she finally got a look at the speaker, she saw a tall demoness with pale purple skin. Ram Horns came out of dark black hair to frame her face, and a gold lip ring matched a stud in her navel. The tall demon lady had impressive, round breasts, and wore thigh high fish net stockings attached to a garter belt. At first Brittney thought the demon had on high heels, but then realized that it just stood differently than a human, with a bone-spur coming out of its heel to serve the same purpose as a stiletto. A tail that looked suspiciously like a dick swished behind it as the demon came forward.
“I asked you a question, prisoner.” She said, producing a riding crop from somewhere. She pressed it under Brittney’s chin, and forced her to look up. The demon’s eyes burned darkly, and Brittney did her best to look meek.
“N…nothing, warden.”
“You’re lucky I’m not the warden. You can call me Mistress Ashlynn, and I’m here to punish you.”
“What for?” Brittney flinched as Mistress Ashlynn pulled back the riding crop.
Laughing, the demoness said, “You’re lucky. I’m not going to hit you. I’m going to do much worse to you, but I won’t hit you. So, let’s see what we have here…” Mistress Ashlynn opened a leather briefcase on the bed and started rifling through the contents. Brittney couldn’t see what it was, but soon she heard the sound of electric buzzing. The thought of what would happen to her next made her sigh.
“Oh, don’t get the wrong idea. You’ve been a bad girl.” Ashlynn smiled evilly and crouched down in front of Brittney. “This isn’t going to go well for you.”
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