Weeks spent daydreaming about this date seem to stretch on forever inside Ashley's mind, here, in this cramped bedroom, the walls plastered in posters of albums and likenesses, all dark, edgy, and [i]demonic[/i], all featuring the products of her idol and obsession: [b][i]Demonmau5[/b][/i]

The room baked as much with the heat as it did her own excitement, and here she lingered with headphones perpetually on, counting down the days until the big concert, the one headlined by her favorite musician/artist/celebrity...need I even say who? 

His fiendish, smarmy visage watched her from every wall, day and night, and sometimes Ashley thought he saw his eyes glimmer and glow a faint red, "Must be dreaming..." she'd faintly sigh though. That would be too good to be true. 

There were many stories and rumors surroundings the enigmatic DJ, most defying logic, even supernatural in nature, but that just made the idea of him all the more tantalizing to his global army of fans, a group Ash thought to be one of the premier members of...a [b][i]Superfan[/i][/b], if you will...

"I heard his bodily fluids glow green! Even his cum!"

"Yeah, and under the mask, he has horns and fangs..."

"But his mask [i]already[/i] has horns and fangs!"

"That's because his mask IS his face..."

"Oh my God..."

And so it goes. Demonmau5 definitely had an association with the occult, making him a target of puritans and wary parents. He was seen as a bad influence, and all they had to do was point to his depravity-ridden album covers and profanity-laced music. Also, all his songs were really loud and that never helps!

Of course all of that and more was just all part of the appeal for a convertee like Ashley. Listening to his music wasn't enough. She emulated his style, bought and wore all his merch, spent countless hours on message boards and in online fan groups, endlessly discussing his music, his persona, his lifestyle....

But perhaps equal in infamy, or even surpassing it, was the place where this concert was being held: [/b]Taystie Park[/b]. Now there was a place that inspired dread and excitement in equal measure. It was said perversions dripped off the walls and oozed up from the streets, that you were just as soon to lose yourself as lose your life within those boundless walls.

And though no hard numbers were ever fully known, to the naked eye it did seem like far more people entered then left the amusement park...I mean, wasn't it odd that her ticket and travel was only [b][i]one-way[/i][/b]?

So one had to be wary then, even in the parking lot as the sun was beginning to dip down, turning all the cars a shade of fading orange. Ashley started her hurried walk dressed in full raver attire: black on black, with pink worn like the warning marks of a spider, or maybe more apt, like the feathers of a peacock. 

Fuzzy, bubblegum pink leg warmers sit above laced-up Doc Martins, before giving way to the skin-tight criss-crossing of black netting. Cut-low (extra low) denim shorts come next while her shirt, black with Demonmaus5's face logo done in green spray, leaves just enough tummy exposed. More color comes splashed on in the form of beads and bracelets, wrapped around wrists and hanging from her neck, and from her black hair sprouted two pink cat ears (fake of course!)

The night air was chilly though, and by all assumptions, Ashley was running late. Lucky for her, she got to skip the foreboding lines at the front gates, where a sea of humanity was massed and huddled up, trickling like clumps of wet sand through a sieve; sometimes they needed a good shake! For those looking to attend events or utilize services (such as shopping or dining) there was a side entrance she was able to get through by simply shining a ticket pass at a kiosk guard. No metal detectors, no bag searching...if only she had known ahead of time!

After that, she was on her own! It was a little daunting at first though; Even here, people seemed to populate every square inch. The walkways were tight, and most people seemed so much taller than her. Often she was wandering blind, and as time went on, frenzied thoughts began to populate her mind, "Am I missing the show?"

"Is Demonmau5 on stage?"

"I gotta find the venue!"

"I'm gonna miss the show!!!"

Her panic probably kept her more or less unaware to the-uhhh... the uhh, rather [i]interesting[/i] sights, sounds, and [b]smells[/b] that permeate her surroundings. Every Amusement Park/Carnival/Boardwalk/Hedonistic Paradise had a certain stench to it and Taystie Park was no different. This blend though had a decidedly musky scent of sex to it, and should she of looked closer at times, she'd of known why. It happened discretely here and it happened openly there, the reason for one approach over the other random and obtuse. 

Neon signs glowing mutated green lead her deeper, keeping her from becoming too lost, the visions abound growing darker as the sky changes to the vast and empty void of night. Any wrong turn or stolen interest could spell disaster [s]or worse[/s], and boy this Park tried, the guests too! More then a few took a parting interest in her, cat-calls and flirty remarks whip past her ears. Even a few hands tried to reach out and grab her, but she wormed away, stealing into an alley...

The danger didn't follow, for those dark and twisting alleyways bode with hidden menace, yet Ash found a way through almost stumbling blind. Oh, her boots did squelch below at times, and her elbows bump into objects too soft and warm to be merely inanimate, but she kept to that unseen path, praying that on the other side the signs would be waiting to lead her to her destination.

And without those glowing green beacons, it was easy for Ash to lose faith and feel the walls of despair closing in. She must have missed the opening act by now, and for all she knew Demonmau5 could already be on stage! Would they even let her in?

Ashley could feel her hope start to shrivel and die within her churning gut, and through the din and clamor of a Park that never seemed to dwindle or cease, music, faint, but bass-y, like the breathing of some subterranean monster of yore, called out to her. And when she stopped to close her eyes and listen real hard, she realized, "I know that song!" 

Now the signs didn't matter; her ears could lead her to the concert exactly like they were born to...like they were destined! Now the Park's thousand machinations and distractions could not hope to pull her away. She lost track of how long she walked, or where she even was. None of that mattered, so long as the music became louder, the vibrations in the air starting to press against her chest. 

Yes, [i]yes[/i], this was the moment she dreamed about, and fittingly, what she saw had a dream-like quality: A titanic circus tent, black and green, lay waiting, it's gaping mouth the very source of that electric siren's song. Thankfully, there was no line to get in, nor anyone outside checking tickets. 

Ash just walked right in, and the tent swallowed her whole, bringing with it a rush of heat and sound, a billowing that damn near scorched her face. Inside, the place was packed to capacity, a seething, rolling wash of people, all entranced by a wall of cacophonous sound, her screeching ears needing a few moments to adapt. The rave was in full swing, the party long begun, but it welcomed her all the same, and any lingering regrets simply melt away into the shared ecstasy; that of a group of countless strangers, all united, all in feverous agreement, to be here: [b]now[/b].

And spied through a forest of heads and shoulders, risen above it all on the far side, was [i][b]him[/b][/i], orchestrating it all from atop his podium. Demonmau5 wasn't exactly hard to spot; that over-sized helmet with it's lit-up display, bright green, shining evil eyes and leering fangs; he was the nexus around while the raze boiled and spasmed, and Ashley was swiftly being caught up in it.

There was an unrestrained wildness here amid the mind-pounding beats and soul-gripping rhythm of the music, one that made the Park beyond pale in comparison. Sex came easy and often all around, leaving one free to describe the scene as one giant orgy if you'd like; scores danced and fucked naked, or might as well be, their bodies covered in neon paints and glowing wristbands, anklets, even cock-rings! Oh, and cum too! Under the pulsing, ever-changing lights, it glistened, always shifting it's tone and hue as it drips down faces and spreads between thighs...

[b]*THUMP-THUMP-THUMP*[/b]
[i]*SMACK*[/i]
[b]*THUMP-THUMP-THUMP*[/b]
[i]*Plap-Plap-Schlick-Sllock*[/i]

And so the rhythm goes...

The desire to join in the revelry amid the music (sex a kind of carnal, primal dance after all) must of saddled Ash as she made her way through the sea of packed humanity, feeling and being touched without regard and without care, as this overwhelming 'oneness' within the towering carnival tent seemed to bypass all levels of consent and denial. 

Surely the '[i]drinks[/i]' on offer helped erode one's social and mental blocks though, fizzy shot glasses of every color under the rainbow. Illicit, intoxicating, probably illegal everywhere but right here, right now. They were carried with fearless easy atop large serving plates by waitresses in lock-step, marching around like drones, their bodies masked in a rubber glove with a V-Cut down the front, letting breasts threaten to spill forth and giving a faint glimpse of the holes between their legs. Each one sported their own copy of Demonmau5's helmet, shielding their identity with his own. 

There were no labels or indications as to what they carried, but that didn't seem to dissuade ravers from downing their contents with nary a thought. Those who did were overcome by elation and sexual fire, a bubbling chemical high to rival other nightclub staples like Ecstasy. Did that mean it was more dangerous and addictive? Probably! But no-one seemed to think about the future, only the moment, only this night.

Ashley herself couldn't resist downing a couple and letting the wave of warm, worming delight send her surging deeper into the vast dance-orgy, 'joining' for a time here and there before moving on, the gravity of Demonmau5 getting stronger as she worked her way closer. He was getting taller too, his DJ stand a depraved totem at the center of it all, ever looming, watching and unblinking. The nearer she got, the hotter it became too; arousal not withstanding. Soon she was walking in a haze of sweaty flesh, that of her own and others, with a hand active and pressing against the mushy wetness her shorts were starting to become.

Demonmau5, if he wasn't before, was downright hypnotic to Ashley, his visage and his music holding her in it's grips even as the scene around her rapidly devolves into an uncanny and twisted nightmare. Giant-sized replicas of his head were cutting there way through the crowd, their jaws opening and snapping like the clacking maws of some child's push-toy, once digital teeth now frighteningly analogue. All caught before their randomly twisting paths find themselves swallowed whole to meet some unknowable fate within, or cut to pieces by razor-fangs that endlessly chomp and chew, the victims helpless and uncared for, as all that seemed to matter was the music. 

What's more, pits were opened up, holes widening beneath dancers' feet, sending them cascading down into beds of spikes, rusty thorns, or churning machinery to die fast or slow while the party continues without them. A few pits give birth to massive tentacles, black, oily things that drip green ooze. They strike into the crowd, wrapping and grabbing people as they please, pulling them into the air to be assaulted by dozens more of the flesh-hungry arms. Clothes are ripped and screams muffled as their entire forms as encased in the things until not a shred of themselves can be seen. And when the tentacles let go, and snap out to pluck more from the crowd, their victims are gone, absorbed into the greater nest, becoming but added mass to the writhing mess.

A thousand other deaths and ends await the crowd, and not all came from whatever machinations set these traps in motion. Sometimes the danger came from your fellow guests and not the Park itself. But no matter the source, their souls would find no freedom in the demise of their bodies. Ashley can't just sense it, she can SEE it, an ethereal glow, a green, spirit-filled fog, lifting from the surrounding devastation that she has seemingly become the center off, spared, but shockingly exposed. And like air sucked through a hose, those souls are funneled into the speakers and subwoofers that Demonmau5 surrounds himself with. 

Inside they become fuel to the music, their essences warping into the very notes and chords that blast throughout the increasingly emptied rave, Ashley, a loner amidst it all, can watch as Demonmau5 morphs before her eyes, growing wings, jagged and dark, while horns manifest from the top of his helmet...or rather...his head. That thing he wore was taking on a life of it's own, finding vibrant emotion it shouldn't have or show, it's eyes alive and focusing on Ash as his glowing green features turn a hellish red instead and his tattoos shimmer beneath his clothes.

"On your knees, slut..."

Ashley obeyed before she even realized he was referring to her, her face stretching into the biggest smile when she knew. I mean, there wasn't exactly much left around the ruined, smoking, and hole-pocked dancefloor. She was the last soul remaining...all the rest had long been devoured, serving to empower Demonmau5 until the next show...[i]until the next feast[/i].

He could have done or asked anything of her in that moment, and Ashley would have welcomed it. The surrealness was a drug in of itself, washing away any inhibitions or misgivings her rational mind may of had. Floating down from his pedestal, a tail in the form of an aux-cord whips at her, snapping across her breasts. It came a second time, then a third, leaving sore and bleeding lines upon her chest. The pain made her a lightning rod to each jolt, yet she couldn't deny how GOOD it felt to be abused by Demonmau5, who's name never seemed so apt. He was the source of that heat, and with him so near, she felt certain she would soon melt like wax...

"I don't need to hear your pathetic pledge of life and soul to me. That pact was made long ago..." he sneers, his face an impish grin, "You're mine...and will [b]ALWAYS[/b] be mine..." he lit a cigarette then if only to take a deep drag and blow it in her face.

"[i]Yes, yes...[/i]" she begged back through a few coughs and a suppressed sneeze, hands clutched in prayer as she bowed at his feet, feet that had become massive and clawed, his hands much the same, vicious things, made to grip and shred [s]and often at the same time[/s]. She knew she would soon feel their bite, but felt only excitement overpowering what hints of fear quiver within.

Suddenly, a clawed hand grabbed her roughly by the hair and wrenched her forward, shoving her face into the crotch of his jeans, where she can feel his meat stir, bringing forth a crazed excitement that jumps through her (bleeding) breast. Her own anxious hands started to tug at his waistband, forcing the clothes off his lower body until his cock struck free, hard and curving. He wasted no time in rubbing it against her head, dragging it across her cheeks, grinding an oozing tip under her nostrils, even shoving it upon an eye once or twice, prodding her rudely.

And even though she offered her tongue and opened her lips, her forced himself past both, and instead hammered his dick down Ash's tightening throat, his grip growing ever stronger as he yanked her back and forth, pulling her hair in a far from painless way. He used her throat then like a cock-sleeve, caring not as she choked and gagged, and when he came, he made sure to stuff himself so deep past her lips, she was left kissing his balls.

He went a good time unloading his nut before pulling his sloppy cock free, not just glistening in Ashley's spit, but showing little sign of being spent. It barely spends a second semi-flaccid before it was lifting right back up again into a worrisome C-shape. She swallowed what she could of his load, trying her best to suppress the coughs that followed, and just about wanted to die when she felt snot...no, CUM start to run down her nose.

But before he could show his distaste, she wiped it away and went to servicing his still-ready cock. One hand cupped his warm ballsack, and another gripped his base and gave it a short, twisting stroke. All the while, Demonmau5 stood dispassionate, still taking a few idle puffs from his cig, drags that seemed to say, "I'm waiting..." She was quick then to up her game by licking his shaft, starting near the bottom and tracing her way upwards around his meat.

That got a growling chuckle out of her idol, enough that it made her heart soar and helped melt away any lingering shyness. She soon had his cock in her mouth once more, but this time, she was doing the bulk of the work, polishing his head with her lips drawn tight. Though still on her knees, she had brought her body up to a taller height sp she might start bobbing her head down upon that cock, sucking him off like she thought a trained slut would. Turns out, [i]it came naturally to her[/i].

She could feel his second-wind and fast approaching nut make his cock stiffen and tremble, could watch as his balls gave a knowing clench. She popped her lips loose, and with her tongue, she nursed his cum-slit till he popped, sending jizz-ropes high into the air, one after another. They fall where they may, but each cable of green (Yes, the stories were true!) cum that drips down and stains her clothes or gets matted in her black hair was seen as a badge of pride.

She looked to him then, grinning with delight, and for all her efforts, all she got was the red-hot end of a half-used cigarette shoved hard into her inner thigh. The pain was instant and gripping, yet the scream that came off her lips was tinted with undeniable arousal. As with the whips, the pain was a good pain, welcome at the hands of Demonmau5, even as he so callously used and abused her.

Without warning then, his tail found her sex, sinking it's metal head deep inside to send surge after bone-rattling surge, electricity running rampant through her body. The onslaught didn't stop and the aux-tail didn't come loose until her clothes were but grey ashes around her, while her hair was left frizzled and standing up, the cum from before bubbling until it turned to vapor. She soon collapsed, breathless with eyes wearing a dim acceptance of the pain and torture. 

Even a smile started to creep anew across her face, only growing as Demonmau5 climbed atop her and sunk himself into that same hole, and filling her in more ways then one. Clearly his cock had more to give, as flowing from her more then appreciative pussy, came his own spreading corruption. His influence became physical, changing her as they bred upon a red sigil, one etched and glowing, having been there since before the party started, but only now was it activated...and working it's profane magic on her...

Hands-turned-claws found purchase in her shoulder-blades, lifting her off her back, as the act turns increasingly violent and rough, showing almost a fiery anger as he fucks her and changes her. From her pussy outward, her skin turns black as the void, it's hair coming out to instead be smooth as smooth can be. Nails on fingers and toes turn to claws of her own, much smaller then the ones carving against her spine, but no less dangerous.

From his mouth viscous green slime slobbers and drips, coming to pool upon her stomach and navel. It hisses something fierce, and burns like acid, yet she can not call the sensation painful. Oh, quite the opposite. It made Ashley purr with delight as it bubbles and flows off her flesh, skin practically waterproof and it's wounds closing back up, letting it glide away with ease no matter how much came pouring from Demonmau5's every orifice.

"You love the way I hurt...don't ya?" he taunts, and yet to her, it sounds like he was only stating the facts, facts she couldn't help but nod along too... The slime across her belly begins to shift and move as if alive, breaking off and splitting before hardening into solid green studs, loops, and spikes. They all start to pierce her body, her nose, her lips, her ears, even her labia and clit. 

They burn with an ethereal intensity, pulsing like a beating heart, not unlike the wisps of absorbed soul fog from before. It wasn't much of a stretch then to figure this gifted jewelry came from the same source, forged by partyer essence, locked and reshaped, the immortal residue of their total corruption and assimilation into Demonmau5's profane form now bestowed on her, like a piece of himself, though in practice what it really did was further [b][i]bind[/i][/b] her body and her soul to his. And to that same end they prick and sizzle like endless reminders of their (and her) fate...

"Hurt me Master, hurt me good!" she shrieks with not an ounce of herself knowing where the words had come from...yet there was no denying their existence, that she had said them. She might realize then that his tainted influence was changing more then just her body, he was warping and reshaping her mind and soul too!

Her face was reflecting this as it distorts, widening and rounding into something not quite human. Ears stretch out far to either side, becoming long and pointed. Her mouth takes precedent on her face, curving big, smiling with impish mischief, full of fangs and a twisting, forked tongue, her nose all but gone. Any recognition to be gleaned by her friends and family lost by the time two horns grow from her forehead, red as those enlarged eyeballs that shine with only undying devotion for Him, drooling with love. 

"Master! Master!~" she repeated, as if it was the only word she wanted to say...and the only word she knew! But He who was God before her eyes simply scoffed. Her own aux-tail the last to appear, snaking out from just above her naked behind, thin and black, before she rapidly shrank to a barely a quarter of Demonmau5's size. He promptly pulled out and finished on the new imp's face, plastering her with his perversely green seed. And with that final cum facial, the Ashley who was is washed away, anything of her identity and persona NOT wholly and completely devoted to Demonmau5 melting from her mind, like as if they were draining out her ears and onto the floor. Only the imp demon remained...

"Master! Thank you Master!~" she yelps in a newly pitched voice, swapping rapidly between bowing and kneeling as her tongue traces across her face, tasting every drop He had left of his tainted jizz, her tail whipping ecstatic all the while. Every last ounce of her body, mind, and soul was set in a permanent trance towards Demonmau5, every thought of Him, every urge, for Him. 

She wanted to [b]serve[/b], and cared not for what reward she'd get in return, she wanted to[b]obey[/b], no matter the order that came from His lips. The notion of being anything more then His slave and plaything would not and could not cross her enfeebled mind, as true as the mark that burned itself into her asscheek, that of a symbol she'd know too well; the Demonmau5 logo, his winking, leering face, had gone from covering her walls, belongings, and clothes, to a physical imprint she could feel pressing into her very soul, something she could [b]NEVER[/b] remove...not that she'd ever want to...

Yet despite all this, Demonmau5 couldn't be less interested in her now. He just cleaned himself up and got dressed, never once looking her way. She wasn't the first, nor his last, to meet such a fate...and you can say he's been doing this to his fans since his very inception in ages long past. Understandably, it almost bored him...but never enough to stop. Plus, he had to feed somehow, and willing souls, brought to a state of enraptured bliss and sublime elation, tasted best...~

Ashley (though that name meant less then nothing to her now, a mere footnote before the eternity of servitude that awaits her) remained bowed, consumed by mad and incessant gibbering, "Master, let me please you! Let me suck your cock! Lick your feet! Let me be Your fuck-trash! Beat me Master! Rip my body to shreds, please Master!~ I'll eat your cigarette butts Master...you can put them out in my eye and make me blind Master! Please, oh please, Master!"

Unable to take it even a moment longer, Demonmau5 snapped his fingers, "Begone..." and there wasn't even a second's delay before she obeyed. A puff of smoke, and the slavish imp had disappeared, not a trace remaining of the creature she was nor the girl she had been. She was gone from this world...[i]but not from His's[/i]...

As soon as she had bent her will to His almost on pure reflex, she reappeared in a throng of black-skinned beings not unlike herself...all horned and pierced to varying degrees, all sporting their own Aux-Tails and infernal ass-brands (and all rather vertically challenged, though when among themselves you almost didn't notice) Here, the heat was stifling, with bodies pressed together, writhing and wagging in a kind of dance-orgy from hell. 

And not a second passes before she joins into the rave that will outlast eternity! The music came blasting not from speakers, but from within their own hollowed souls. Millions of former mortals, maybe more, stretching on into the immaterial, this realm of endless and unstopping celebration, where they eagerly show their devotion to their collective Master through surrendering their bodies to the beat and rhythm, their dance never letting up, not to sleep, not to eat, even for a moment, for his music plays forever on repeat!

A second longer, and Ashley was lost to it, now and forever, never wishing for anything else. Heaven or Hell, this was her personal nirvana.

And the party was just getting started...

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