The room was silent for a moment. Christina’s mind turned itself over; had she been too hasty in offering her maidenhead? Were the words even hers, or another one of the incubus’ tricks? Was this something she would regret, committing to an act that would ruin her? Slowly at first, Amdusias grinned, showing off his fangs and gums, the toothy smile stretching from ear to ear. His slitted eyes squinted from his mirth and his wings trembled. 
“Why aren’t you saying anything? I said, I said, oh god, I said you could take my purity. Shit, I, I, did I really say that? I’m not sure I meant-”
Amdusias laughed. It wasn’t a pleasant laugh, it contained nothing resembling joy or humor. It was harsh, cruel and cold, a laugh only a hellspawn could utter. Christina recoiled in fear, unsure what to do.
“Ha, ha, heh, oh my” chuckled the demon, wiping inky black tears from his eyes. “Oh dear, that’s rich. Sorry about that girly, I nearly lost my cool. Frankly I was wondering why it had taken so long for you to ask.”
“That’s not funny!” Christina shouted as she threw her pillow at Amdusias. It bounced harmlessly off his carmine abs. 
“Really Tiny-Tits? I’m surprised a slut like you still has your virginity after all this time. Maybe I’ll take you up on it if you make it clear to me what you want?”
“What’re you saying? I already said it!”
“Then say it again. Say it with meaning. Make it clear to me what. You. Want.”
Christina swallowed, the taste of Amdusias’ cum still in her mouth. 
“I. Want. You. To take my virginity so I can get revenge on Claus.”
“And how would I do that Tina? How can I pop you’re cherry?”
“By having sex with me” Christina mumbled under her breath.
“What was that? Say it louder girly.”
“By having sex with me.”
“Scream it Tiny-Tits! Tell me how much you want it!”
“BY FUCKING ME, OK? BY FUCKING ME!” She screamed, balling her fists up in rage and standing up, trying and failing to be intimidating in her naked fury.
“Calm down Tina, I was just asking you a question, you don’t want to wake mommy up, do you?”
“Would you stop!?” She yelled, still fuming with pent up rage.
“Im trying to be serious for once and you always have to turn everything into a fucking taunt! I am fed up with putting up with your attitude! The one time I really need something from you, the one fucking time what I want matters from you? You couldn’t take that seriously?”

Amdusias stood frozen, his immobile body framed by his wings. He seemed to ponder what she said, tapping his rat feet on the wooden floor. After an agonizing moment he clasped his hands in front of him and leaned over Christina, a sour expression on his face.
“You’re right Tina. I haven’t been treating your request seriously.”
With a flutter his wings closed around them, brining Christina in close contact with him; his muscular form pressed tight against her nude body. 
“Would you like me to start acting serious?” he said, any mirth or joviality gone from his voice. He loomed over her, his presence overwhelming.
“Yes, yes I would m-ma-Amdusias. Yes I would Amdusias.”

In response to her slip of the tongue the incubus’ sly smile returned, and he bent down to be eye-level with Christina. Slowly, his forked tongue slid out from his lips, the very tips of it brushing Christina’s. The feeling gave her goosebumps, and she wanted it to continue, letting out a soft moan. Her lips parted, and her tongue quivered as it just barely touched Amdusias’. As soon as she did so, he retracted, a look of disappointment on his face. Christina was shocked and ashamed, her mind racing for something she had done wrong She panicked, her arousal fading as it was replaced with worry.
“What’s wrong? Was it something I did? Please don’t be mad, you can-um-you can do whatever you want, throw me on the bed and ravish me, just please don’t be mad!”
Amdusias sighed and relaxed his muscles, the cage his wings made retracting.
“You still taste like me Tiny-Tits. And that reminds me; I’ve yet to see you with my glamour beautifying you. Lets wait a bit, I want you at your finest for your offering. And you’ll never forget your first time, so it goes without saying you want to be an eyeful.”
“No! I’m sorry I’m ugly, I’ll call on you more for your seed, please, just don’t leave!”
“Quit the dramatics girly, Ill be back tomorrow. Freshen up and enjoy the day you used Balam’s Instruments. I will return tomorrow to take you to where, heh, I will ‘take you’.”
“But-”
“I’m being serious Christina. This is what you wanted.”

Before she could protest Amdusias disappeared into a puff of red smoke, leaving Christina standing naked and alone in the morning light. A tired sigh dribbled from her mouth as she slumped her shoulders and fell to her bed. She feared for what she had agreed to, to what selling her virginity to a demon meant for her. Among her feelings of lust and revulsion for Amdusias was a new feeling. Not quite desire, not quite hatred. A desire please him, to impress him, to seem like more to him than…whatever she was now. The word she kept trying to call Amdusias returned to her mind. “Master” she thought. “As much as I hate to admit it that’s what he’s become. I need, yes I NEED his seed for this charm, I NEED him to keep my life from sinking back to the doldrums; for Claus. How can I go back to life without him? If I need to please him for that it will be worth it.” Serving him will be worth it, she told herself.

“Are you not dressed yet?” said her mother as she walked in the room, holding a steaming kettle.
“It’s well past sunrise, you should be up. I made you some tea, now put on your knickers!” Christina smiled. At least some relationships were simpler.

The day passed without event, and as Christina went to bed, anxious and fearful for tomorrows’ rendezvous, she pondered her circumstance. Why her, of all the women in the kingdom? An unassuming barmaid of no status or wealth? And an omnipotent demon had chosen her to be his lover? She sighed and rolled into her pillow, dreaming dirty thoughts. Internally, she was glad her master had chosen her.

Again she dressed well for Amdusias. The red dress was fresh and clean, and it fit her rejuvenated, beautiful body perfectly. She took extra time to style her hair so it flowed suggestively over half of her face and one shoulder, even using a tiny bit of makeup she had saved for a rainy day to darken her eyelids and redden her lips. It was just past time for breakfast when he arrived, the sight of him making Christina blush with anticipation. He took her in his arms and walked her out of the house, and in a flash of red accompanied by a brief stench of sulfur they stood not in the grassy field outside her cottage but on the beach she had visited alongside him.
“How are we-” she began, but Amdusias pressed a red finger to her lips, hissing “shhh.”
Keeping his digit pressed against her mouth, he ran his other hand through her hair, slowly letting the strands fall through his fingers. His claw traveled down her back, lingering around her tailbone.
“Were you a succubus I would have continued to your tail. I suppose I could overlook that discomfort.”
He gripped her rear, pressing her into him tightly. She looked up into his demonic eyes, hers confused, afraid and full of longing. His scarlet lips met hers, his finger still in between them. Christina’s wide eyes grew wider for a moment, the tenderness of the moment totally unexpected. The incubus’ mouth pressed into her, and after a moment her shocked expression softened, her darkened eyelids lowering, as she kissed back into him, pressing her hands against his athletic chest. Forked and slim, the demon’s tongue slid from his mouth, wrapping around the finger betwixt them. Christina could feel its slick texture each time it wrapped around the side facing her, the coiled muscle spiraling up until the forked tips touched Amdusias’ claw. The demon’s hand turned until he was pointing his tongue-wrapped finger towards her, the tip of both his claw and tongue pressing into her mouth. This separated their lips, an action which caused Christina to moan in longing and move her face toward Amdusias, trying to restart their union. 

She looked down at it and back up at Amdusias, then opened her mouth slightly and took the tip of his clawed digit inside. She closed her lips around it like she would his cock, only forming the tight seal around the pointed claw at first. Again Amdusias’ clawed hand squeezed her behind, this time taking more of her ass in his hand. Slowly, he pushed his tongue-wrapped finger forward, the sharp claw scratching down her tongue. The sensation was uncomfortable at first, and though she wanted to squirm away from it she had to, Had To, HAD TO make him happy, so she closed her eyes and sucked on his finger as he pushed it into her mouth, her cheeks compressing inwardly as she inhaled. The tongue that wrapped his finger entered her mouth, the helix of mouth-flesh stroking all sides of her mouth simultaneously. He pushed in to his knuckle, squeezing harder on her butt the more he pushed in. The sharp talon grazed her tongue, and though her muscle recoiled the demon’s acute senses could pick up the goosebumps forming on her body, the arousal in her body growing gradually. When he had penetrated up to his knuckle his finger withdrew, but the swirl of serpentine tongue remained in her mouth. Christina watched as his claw exited her mouth, the seal she had made over it now only enclosing his long, thin tongue. Tentatively, she poked the interior of the fleshy corkscrew in her mouth with her own tongue and ,finding it just the right size, pushed her tongue into the swirl. As she did so the demon’s hand slid back up her back, finding the edge where the open back of the dress met the short skirt bottom, and slipped his hand under her garment and underwear, taking a handful of ass. He squeezed harder than he had when he gripped her dress; hard enough that if he had done it above he would have ripped the red fabric. The sharp pinpricks of his claws on her backside hurt, but it was a pain that stimulated her, a smarting irritation that spurred her on. As the demon’s tongue encircled her’s it constricted, like a serpent strangling it’s prey, pulling and tugging at her as Amdusias’ lips locked with hers. Their lips danced together as his tongue abused hers, the painful, inflaming pressure on her butt causing her to voice a small, muffled cry of both pain and pleasure into Amdusias’ mouth. 

The hand groping her butt shot up, grabbing her flowing hair and yanking it down so she looked straight up at him. His tongue was still coiled around hers as he disengaged from the kiss, pulling hers out of her mouth and forcing her to stick it out. Eventually he let go of her tongue, but not her umber locks. Their eyes were still locked, hers still somewhat confused. His scanned her expression before he pulled her by her hair down to her knees, then onto all fours. His cock hung tantalizingly before her, its succulent redness offset by the black ring at it’s base. She needed no prompting, gulping down his prick with glee. Amdusias placed his clawed hands on the back of her head and repeatedly thrust into her face, fucking it like it were another set of genitalia. His dick stabbed into her throat, much of his wicked length reaching deep into her gullet. She anticipated him emptying into her, his savory spunk filling her stomach. But he withdrew, Christina looking up at him thirstily as his length exited her. 
“Don’t get to greedy girly, the main event is yet to begin. Now stay right there, you will be paying me shortly.”

Those last six words sent a buzz of anticipation through Christina. Her mind was awash with primal urges and dark desires as Amdusias trod through the sand until he stood behind her. She looked over her shoulder at the handsome demon and bit her lip in anticipation. Amdusias knelt and pulled down her underclothes till they hung about her knees, then flipped up the bottom of her dress, exposing her bottom to the cool ocean breeze. The wind flowed over her crotch, titillating her. Amdusias bent down, his mouth and nose millimeters from her groin. His warm, heavy breath along with the cool airflow sent shivers up her spine, and she wiggled her hips to offer a better angle to her (was it right to call him it?) master. His tongue played on her crotch, it’s agile movements exciting her libido. Soon she was dripping wet, her arousal so monumental that it burned in her bosom, her face flush with lust. She could feel his sinuous tail wrapping around her ankle, the serpentine appendage moving with a mind of its own.

Suddenly Amdusias flipped her over so she was lying on her back, legs up in the air bearing her crotch to the well-endowed demon. Her mounds obscured the bottom of her vision, rising and falling with her expectant breaths. In a moment of realization she pulled at her neckline until her tits popped free, which elicited a nod of approval from Amdusias. He took his cock in one hand and her thigh in the other, slowly pressing the head against her labia. He didn’t enter, but each touch brought soft moans from his partner. 
“Please” she breathed “please, do it quickly, I need it.”
Amdusias nodded, his diabolic grin returning. With a gentleness at odds with his kind, he pressed the tip of his cock inside her sweet folds. She shrieked, her hands scrabbling in the warm sand for purchase, his cock both painful and heavenly. The pressure inside her, so little of it yet so much, filled her with warmth and ecstasy. It stretched her, her virginal walls barely able to fit his hellish manhood. Her mouth gaped in ecstasy and her eyes closed, her hands slowly, shakily making their way to her breasts, toying with them as what she had always masturbated to became reality. The demon’s hands gripped her thighs, his claws digging in with the same force they had on her tender behind. Gently, he rocked his crimson hips forward, burying just a bit more of his length in her with each one. There was a tiny pop of pressure inside Christina, another sharp pain among many; the bursting of her maidenhead. The blood, red like the cock buried in her, dripped out of her slit, her offering to the abyssal creature complete.

“This is all you offered me.” Said Amdusias in a tone bereft of any of the malice, superiority or cruelty it usually held.
“But something tells me we aren’t done. You want me to keep going, don’t you?”
“Of course” said Christina, her voice soft and breath heavy. 
“Keep going, do whatever you want, just please keep going.”
Wordlessly, he obliged her. His tail’s grip on her ankle tightened, constricting her foot. Using her legs as leverage he thrust into her, gyrating his hips at the apex of every thrust. Christina squeezed her breasts roughly and crudely, trying to hump him in reverse, but the position worked against her. He picked up pace, his hips slapping against hers in a carnal rhythm. The ebon cockring was teasing her entrance, its extra width and the sharpness of it’s arrowhead causing her to let out sharp exclamations of surprise. Arhythmically pounding her snatch, Amdusias leaned over her, his face just above hers. He could feel the breath she exhaled with every lusty moan and pained grunt, the lewd sexuality delighting him. His back muscles flexed, his wings flapping when he thrust down for extra force.
“You love it don’t you Tina? Don’t you?”

The cockring entered her fully, its strange shape stretching her more and forcing more of that pleasurable pain on her. The arrowhead wriggled like a tadpole, tickling a sensitive spot inside her. It forced her to clamp down on his shaft, squeezing him as she quivered with ecstasy. Her legs twitched in Amdusias’ grasp and rapid, lusty breaths escaped her mouth. Amdusias lay down on her, resting all of his weight on the beautiful women beneath him, his hands playing with her hair and ears.
“It’s your turn Tina. You’re a woman now girly, you should fuck like one.”

Amdusias picked her up by her shoulders and waist, then lay back on the ground until she straddled him cowgirl-style, her leg still bound to him by his tail. She struggled to find a comfortable spot for her legs as her orgasm faded, rising off of the incubus’ cock slowly, the ring popping out as she passed it. The slick, black accessory pulled longingly upwards, seeming to want to return to her depths. His shaft was slick with lubricant, and she reached the top of it swiftly. Unsure of what to do with her hands, she let them dangle by her side. Slowly, very slowly, she lowered herself onto his cock. As the slick phallus re-entered her it brought with it just as much pleasure as it had before. With trepidation, she bounced on the demon’s dick, her breasts jiggling with her rhythm. Her sex, still raw from orgasm, was sending amazing feelings through her body, her fornication satisfying some long-needed desire inside her. The ring returned to her insides, resuming its playful tickles. Her butt bounced as she increased her speed, the woman going wild in a lusty frenzy. A red handprint marked her behind from where the demon had squeezed her, five tiny punctures where his claws were. 

Her hand gently rested on Amdusias’ navel, supporting her weight as she found a better angle to ride him. Through half-lidded, foggy eyes she saw the demon’s hand take hers, their fingers interlocking. He squeezed her palm, reassuring her of both his presence and his dominance. Their other hands joined, Christina using it to rest more of her weight on him, to force more of his cock inside her. Animalistic pants and moans were all she could manage, her body twitching in ecstasy and coated in sweat. Her foot was red from loss of circulation, so tight was the tail curled around her ankle. Amdusias’ hips thrust up into her, a single powerful motion that brushed against something inside her, triggering another orgasm. She through her head back as she gritted her teeth and shut her eyes involuntarily, squeezing Amdusas’ hands as hard as he did hers.

Exhausted, Christina collapsed to the side of Amdusias, his erect cock popping out of her drenched folds. As she rolled to the side the tail clinging to her foot held her tight like an organic leash. The incubus stood up, brushing the sand from his backside and wings, rolling her over and squatting on her chest. Christina’s already rapid breathing became labored, but the strength to resist was spent riding Amdusias. The demon gripped his cock, stroking it between her breasts. As she struggled for air the demon’s seed exploded onto her face, the tarry black seed coating her visage. She was too tired to even attempt to consume it, instead letting the ocean breeze waft over her.

She lay motionless for longer than she could count. When she first had the strength to move, she ran her finger over her face, collecting the precious cum that coated it and swallowing it, savoring the gift the incubus had given her by choosing to finish on her instead of inside. When she finished, she rose to her feet, searching for Amdusias. She tripped, forgetting to pull her underwear back up, falling face first in the sand. A shadow fell over her. When she looked up she saw the crimson demon, offering her a hand to stand up. She took his hand, resting her weight on her lover while she redressed herself.
“Your desire?” he said as she fit her bust back into her sand-covered dress. 
“Hmm? It was great, but I don’t know if I could do that again for a while. My bottom still hurts mast-Amdusias. I cant take any more.”
The demon’s flexible tail curled around her waist, holding her close to him like a prized possession.
“Oh Tina, I’m flattered. Don’t look, I could blush!” He hid his face behind his wings, feigning bashfulness.
“Good to hear girly. But when I meant desire, I meant what you asked of me in the first place.”  Christina blushed, ashamed she had forgot the purpose of their union. 
“Yes. Claus. I want him to pay for what he did to me. Do whatever it is you do to people you don’t like to him, just make sure he suffers. And I want to be able to see it” she said, amazed at the capacity for malice she possessed. Part of the request wasn’t as much for her pleasure as it was for Amdusias; she wanted him to be happy, to do whatever he willed with her request.
“Splendid Tina. Splendid.”

Amdusias slid the cockring off his member, its black surface expanding as he held it. Soon it was as wide as Christina’s neck, the pointed arrow only growing to half the length of her pinky finger. With a clink of metal, the circle snapped open like a shackle or collar.
“Wear this, a symbol of my presence. While it adorns you my actions will be visible should you wish them. All things come with a price, of course. For it to work, you must swear what I know you keep in your heart to me.”
“What do you mean?” Christina stammered.
“That you desire to please me. To satisfy me. That you are at your happiest, your most blissful, when I am enjoying myself with your body. Swear that everything in your world revolves around my cock.”
Christina swallowed, the wind blowing her hair in a dramatic flourish as the incubus finished his words. He was right, he was so damn right! How could she think about anything but otherworldly feeling he gave her? Other women’s worlds revolved around their husbands, and to Christina Amdusias was more than any man could ever be. Would pleasing any other lover be as satisfying as the red fiend? Didn’t she spend every waking moment between their unions dreaming of the next one, wishing that the demon would take her, ravish her, force himself on her? Wasn’t he her master?

“I swear it. I swear that you are all my life is about, that sex with you is all I could ever want.”
The demon put the opened collar around her neck, the tip of the arrow placed just above her esophagus. If she looked down as far as she could, the point of the arrow would poke painfully into her chin. As the black symbol of ownership clinked into place, it shrank, constricting her slightly. Christina nearly panicked, knowing that this metal ring would never come off, but her master’s presence reassured her. If it was for him, she would tolerate it.
“To all others, unless I wish otherwise, it will appear a necklace of fine gems and silvers. Disobey me, and it will punish you. Do you understand, slut?”
Christina nodded in agreement, the point of her black collar pressing into her as she did so.
“If I am unable to offer you my seed, the collar will transform, and you can collect from it.”
In response, the arrow-tip of the collar wiggled, growing an inch then shrinking. Christina could only muster an unsure smile, both excited and anxious for her new role.

When he returned her to her home, Christina’s mother commented on the lavishness of her new accessory. Christina only smiled and nodded as she returned to her room, waiting in anticipation for what was to come. In her mind’s eye she could see Claus, working diligently at the bar, the same thick fingers that had molested her pouring drinks to happy travelers. She waited, watching him close the bar and retire upstairs to his room, groggily bumping into his bedpost. As he napped on his rustic bed, the shadows in his bedchamber darkened, growing in length and maliciousness. A pair of bright red eyes appeared in the darkness, glowing like cruel embers.

Christina regretted watching what happened next. First the suffocation, like what Amdusias did to her, but without the sensual touches, the eroticism. Claus’ swollen tongue flailed in the air, his eyes bulging out of his sockets. What Amdusias did to Claus’ genitals was gruesome, the bloody wounds a grisly parody of how Claus had groped her. And still, with all that, Claus was still alive, struggling under the murderous demon. Flames surrounded the bed, smoke rising and filling the room. An eerie red light surrounded the bed, pentagrams and blasphemous runes covering the walls. Then, it all vanished. Claus, Amdusias, the blood, the fire, the runes, all gone. The room was empty, save for the furniture, which wasn’t even stained with blood. Wherever they had gone, Christina wagered what awaited Claus there was far worse than what she had just seen. Another sleepless night awaited Christina, her mind filled with images of  creature she had professed her lust for fulfilling his other primal needs.
 
She got no sleep that night, her loins aching and her brain wracking itself over what she had witnessed. As a result, the next day she spent at home, taking care of her wizened mom, often stroking the tight black ring around her neck. There was no space between the material-whatever it was-and her skin, as though the shackle had been fused with her neck. She cooked a pea soup and spoon-fed her mother her medicine, eating her lunch on the porch. The warm soup, spiced with onions and fresh peppers, nonetheless tasted bland to Christina. She found herself wishing she had a bowl of black, thick, scalding incubus cum. After a few more spoonfuls the of the tasteless dish she put it aside, unable to continue force-feed herself the sludge when thoughts of a much better meal where on her mind.

She scratched her neck, right at the seam of her choker. Had even something as base as eating been spoiled by Amdusias? Would she soon not be able to tolerate the air if it didn’t smell of him? She wiggled her nose. The smell of grass and hay didn’t smell too offensive, nothing like him of course, but not intolerable. Christina rubbed her eyes with the heels of her palms, curiously cleaning her tear ducts of a tiny bit of sleep dust. She inspected the speck of crud with overdone zeal before flicking it away. It had been maybe twenty minutes since she had woken up and already the banality of life was crushing her. She decided to go for a walk in town, just to clear her mind.

Christina dressed conservatively, sneaking a kitchen knife into her boots. She trusted Amdusias’ gift, but didn’t want to take the chance of another situation like the one with Claus. She waved goodbye to mother, who was too absorbed in her knitting to protest. The dirt roads that crisscrossed her town were mostly empty, just a few farmers and merchants making their daily journeys into town, laden with radishes, leeks, lettuce or whatever they hoped to trade for coins. She couldn’t help but notice people gawk at her, both at her inviting figure and the illusory jewelry around her neck. She felt just as much pride as she did fear, the attention not entirely unwanted; but Christina dreaded what would happen should someone act upon it. 

The center town square; the town hall, guardhouse and the Speckled Stone forming an asymmetric triangle around the dirt circle. A throng of villagers surrounded the tavern. A man Christina didn’t recognize was standing in the building’s doorframe, shouting to the crowd that the Speckled Stone was not open for business. She could scarcely hear him over the shouts of the angry not-yet-drunks, but it sounded like the tavern’s owner had gone missing, and with him the keys to the alcohol cellar. Christina couldn’t help but smile smugly to herself. Those gruesome, disgusting visions she had seen; they weren’t a falsification by Amdusias. They were real. He had done that for her. A ripple ran clockwise through the collar, reassuring her of it‘s, and her master’s, presence. She licked her lips in response, completing her circuit of the small town and starting on her way back home.

A sharp whistle rang through the air, a lewd catcall following it.
“There’s a bonny one! Wheeeeew whee, you’ve got a fine tush baby!”
Christina turned on the source of the voice; a tall, young, cocky-looking porter leaning on a nearby fence, a confident grin on his face.
“Looking for some company honey? Pretty lady like you shouldn’t be walking home alone.”
Christina cocked her hips and rested her hands on them, glaring at the porter. He was handsome, true, but nothing compared to Amdusias. The ebon collar gently massaged her larynx, reminding her of the oath she had sworn yesterday. 
“And who on earth would accompany me? There isn’t a man in sight.”
“Hard to get, ay? Well you looked over the fastest legs, strongest back and handsomest face in the whole kingdom, none other than-”
Christina cut him off, feigning a yawn. 
“Boring. Is that really the best you could do? I happen to know a man ten times as handsome and a hundred times faster than you little boy.”
The porter was taken aback, his cocksure expression faltering for a fraction of a second.
“No sweat baby, no sweat. But you don’t know what you’re missing out on; I’ve had girls coming back for more for years just because of my tongue” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Christina laughed, legitimately amused by his boasts. Was she supposed to be impressed? No earthly man, much less this arrogant teen, could measure up to her demonic lover, she was sure of it. She started walking away, rolling her eyes away from the porter. The young man got up and jogged beside her, keeping the smug grin on his face.
“If you think you’re getting anything out of me you can stop walking” she said.
“Anything you could offer me I’ve already had tenfold, be it wealth, amusement or talent.”

The long-legged load bearer sprinted ahead of her, grabbing her upper arms. 
“You’ve got some fire in you honey, I like that. A feisty lady’s always feistier in the sack I always say.”
Christina struggled against him, unable to escape his grip.
“Let go creep, I don’t want anything to do with you!”
“Sorry babe, with a bod like that I’m not taking no for an answer, not now not ever.”
Christina swallowed, unable to reach her knife. The porter grinned, his green eyes quickly descending from her eyes to her bust.
As he did so, Christina’s tight collar stirred, the pointed arrow animating and following the space between her assailant’s eyes. The porter leaned over her and took a deep whiff of her aroma, giggling to himself as he did so.

In a flash, the pointed arrowhead shot forward, extending over two feet in a blink of an eye. The thing darted forward, snaking around until it’s tip embedded itself in the porter’s temple. There was little blood, instead a black liquid leaking out of his wound. The porter’s expression changed, from one of smug triumph to abject terror. He screamed, a terrible scream of absolute horror, his pupils dilating to absurd size and his hair turning snow white from shock. He collapsed on the ground in the fetal position, gnawing at his fingernails as his veins stood out blue against his skin. Christina fled the hyperventilating boy, sprinting down the road with one hand on the retracting arrowhead. It had saved her, another thing to thank Amdusias for. She rubbed it like an affectionate pet, thinking of a way to reward the living jewelry.

Christina lay in the field of straw beside her cottage, her prudish dress loosened to give her curves more room to breathe. Her fingers brushed her collar courteously, softly, its cold metal resistant to her tender touch. The arrowhead had extended to a length of nearly three feet, rising into the air and hanging back down above her like a serpent. Her hand delicately ran up it’s cool, thin length, like a long ribbon of strange black metal. The tips of her digits brushed the area just underneath it’s tip, the head wiggling in happiness from her attention. She scratched the center of the arrow, pondering what Amdusias had told her about her new accessory. The pointed end of the long, snakelike shaft rubbed her face in return, tickling her chin and jawbone with it’s sharp tip. Christina had become to associate sharp pains like that with Amdusias’ touch, the feeling bringing pleasurable memories to the forefront of her mind. The arrowhead of the choker traced its way up her chin, leaving a thin red line where it went that quickly faded. It softly, almost unsurely, poked her bottom lip, seemingly wanting to reenter the orifice it’s master had thrust it into so many times before.

“He said I could ‘collect’ from you. What did he mean by that?”
In response the ring pulsed, it’s form writhing and bubbling. The end of the long shaft warped and flared, expanding and becoming rounder. Christina stared wide eyed at the transformation, until arrowhead had completely changed into a black, reflective cockhead. The tiny slit stared at her, almost like an unblinking eye, and it prodded her lips again, this time pushing more forcefully against her mouth. Christina shut her eyes and gladly gaped her mouth wide, letting the long snakelike thing that wrapped around her neck enter her eager orifice.

The thing was still metal; cold and hard, and it hurt Christina’s throat as it wiggled into her mouth. It wormed around inside her, pushing against her cheeks with the tip of its iron head. After a minute of experimental probing it found its target and started snaking down her throat, pressing past her tonsils and into her gullet. It moved in all directions, sometimes thrusting in and out like its master would, sometimes pressing hard against the walls of her throat. It pushed so hard that Christina gagged, and she grabbed the iron serpent in protest. She tried to pull it out, to bite down on it, but it was too strong, and her teeth met with unyielding metal. As it started to find a rhythm and aim its thrusts she felt her resistance fading. Christina stroked the long shaft encouragingly, tickling it where it met her collar and suckling on it though it were Amdusias. It winded down her throat until Christina swore she felt the tip of it in her stomach, then with terrifying speed pulled back. Its cold black entirety whipped out of the stunned woman, her eyes wide with shock. 

The iron phallus hung just above her lips, its already slick surface coated with saliva. It twitched slightly, hanging above her like a snake about to strike. Christina’s breathing was heavy and deep, her breasts rising and falling with every inhalation. Suddenly, it shot back into her with just as much force as it had used to retract, pressing her head into the soil as it invaded her esophagus. It buried its entire length inside her, nearly two feet of cold, hard metal. As its last few centimeters entered Christina’s lips she could feel bulges and pulses in it; they started from the back of her collar and traveled, agonizingly slowly, up the length of the iron cock. When they reached the head buried deep inside her the metal member exploded with cum, emptying itself directly into her gullet. It was not until the twelfth spurt of seed shot into her did the thing retract, shrinking down to its original size once more.

Christina smacked her lips. The foul seed tasted just like Amdusias’; scalding and burnt. She rubbed her neck, easing the pain from the collar’s rough intrusion before stroking the metal restraint around her neck. She rubbed it lovingly, scratching the spot where metal fused with her skin.
“ Mmm, I think I’m going to need some more. Can we do that again later?”
The collar squeezed her neck briefly in confirmation. 

Christina’s nightly ritual consisted of putting her mother to bed, rounding up the few goats her family owned and locking the doors. But this night, she called upon her collar’s power, making Amdusias visible to her again. He was standing, stark naked as usual, above a twisted hellscape. Some terrible monster; a cross between a camel, a lizard and a bat that wore a flaming crown hovered in front of him. Though the crackling of flames and awful screaming was all she could hear, it was clear her master was talking to this creature, his clawed hands pantomiming whatever his lips said. Christina started to stroke herself to her master’s image, imagining all the things he could do to her should she call him. As her arousal built the collar’s pointed tip transformed, snaking upwards and parting her lips. She gleefully sucked on it as her fingers played with her folds. The camel-thing was joined by a feminine demon, her upper body coated in purple scales, her lower body that of a hyena and her face warped and inhuman. They argued with Amdusias as Christina stroked herself, eyeing the incubus’ firm chest and fuzzy legs. 

It was as her arousal was nearing its highest that a forceful knock could be heard at the door, loud and impatient. It was joined with a cry of “Open up! This is the town guard!”
Christina whined in sadness, the collar’s cock shriveling and shrinking in fright. She frantically slipped into her nightdress, the wetness in her loins forgotten as she scrambled to the door and flung it open.

A bulky member of the constabulary stood there, his soup-bowl helmet and short spear marking his station. Christina’s hair was a mess and her gown hung loosely from her form as she gawked at the man.
“Im sorry to wake you at this late hour miss, but there’s been a murder in town, and not far away.”
Christina’s heart raced. Did they mean Claus? Or was this a human killer who the guard was talking about, someone she truly had to be afraid of. She stared slack jawed at the guard as continued.
“You needn’t be frightened miss, me and the watch can handle it. Poor porter down by the town square, some bastard stabbed the boy and left him for dead. By the sarge’s guess it was poison, by how the body was ‘con-tor-ted’. 
All color drained from Christina’s face. The man who had assaulted her-dead? She didn’t want that, did she? And she was responsible! The guard was looking for her!
“Again, no need to be frightened. We’ll catch him quick as can be. Sorry to be a bother, but I’ve got to search your house for the culprit, in case he has broken into your home and is hiding without your knowledge.”

Without waiting for a response the guard stepped inside, and Christina was too stunned to stop him. He turned over every cupboard, basket and table in his inspection, and all the while Christina’s mind turned itself over for things connecting her to the dead man.
“You-you don’t suppose I did it?” Muttered Christina. Her hands were folded over her chest, a nervous expression cast on her face.
“Little girl like yourself? Course not, the victim was strong and fit. Sarge says whoever it was that done him in must have been much bigger.”
Christina sighed in relief, but a nagging doubt remained in her. How long would it be until she was found out? And if they never found her, would they convict an innocent man? Somehow, she found herself wishing for the latter, and hated herself for it. After completing his search the guard tipped his helmet and said goodbye, but this did nothing to quiet the awful thoughts in her mind.

Despite the tugging and prodding from the collar, she went to bed without further activity, burying her face in her pillow to quiet her sobs. Throughout the next day she nearly tore herself apart thinking about how to rectify her crime, only her mother’s simple, down-to-earth demeanor kept her sane. Only after all her chores were completed and she retired for the night did a plan come to mind. Reluctantly, she rubbed her slit, reigniting the need for release she had the other night. The collar extended it’s member, allowing her to suckle its metal length as she pleasured herself. When her orgasm came she had lost any reservations about summoning Amdusias, too lost in the pleasure of her own ministrations.
 She stood in the field by her house, dressed conservatively and arms crossed. Across from her was the grinning demon.
“You’re a monster Amdusias. A goddamn monster,” she said coldly.
“Was it the fangs or the claws that gave it away girly? Now what’s this really about?”
“I think you know; this collar works both ways, doesn’t it? I can see what you’re doing and you always know what I’m doing, right? Then you knew about the boy! You knew what this thing,” she gripped the metal band around her neck, “would do to him! You made me a murderer!”
“Don’t make such rash accusations Tina-”
“No!” She shouted, “This is abhorrent! This thing killed him! You killed him! I didn’t want that, I just wanted to be safe!”
Amdusias’ forked tail started to rise, standing straight up like a thin flagpole. His grin vanished and became a toothy frown, and his wings flapped impatiently.
“This is over! Take this-this-this THING off of me! Do you know what danger you’ve put me in?” 
Her voice was hoarse from her shouting, and the crimson creature across from her had balled it’s hands into fists.
“The danger you put my mother in? I’m a criminal now! A-”

Amdusias sprang forth, his tail poised to strike like a scorpions. He seized her hair and waist and pulled. Hard. The collar contracted at the exact moment, cutting off Christina’s breath and her ability to fight back. The snarling, bestial demon dragged her to a stump nearby. With a growl he sat down and pulled her over his knee so her butt was facing the air and her face, red from asphyxiation, by his ankles. The collar loosened it’s grip, not enough that she could speak, but enough that she could breathe with difficulty. 
“Such impudence!” He snarled, pulling Christina‘s skirts from her body, exposing her bare rump. Christina struggled but the monster’s other hand held her tight like a vice.
“All I have done for you. All the pleasure I’ve given you.”
Christina squeaked in protest, but the black collar constricting her caught her words.
“I give you a tool to protect your weak, defenseless body. And how do you respond to me? With ungratefulness!”
His hand rose high above his head, his wings twitching with rage. With hellish swiftness he struck downwards, impacting on Christina’s backside with a fleshy smack.

Christina shrieked, what would have been a high-pitched whine becoming an feeble gurgle due to the collar. Her fists balled and they beat against Amdusias’ calves to no effect. Her red master snarled and he struck her again, causing a painful ripple to cascade through Christina. It raced up her spine and down her legs, waves of dull pain coupled with sharp aching daggers. 
“I give you everything you ask and more, and this is how you treat me? How many women would give their soul for what that collar alone can do, hmm Tiny-Tits? How many millions want to slay the men who assault them?”
Again and again his talon beat her ass, painful sounds shooting from her ass and her mouth. His forehand beat her left cheek and his backhand smacked her right, his talons raking the tender flesh with each pass. Her body rose up and he pushed her back down across his lap, spanking her twice in quick succession. She cried out, tears flowing freely, each blow burning against her ass as she twisted and tried to scream. She would have cried loudly as her upper body squirmed, but just as her neck was held tightly by the black ring of metal her torso was pulled down by her umber hair. 

Suddenly his slaps became slower, and though they retained their force they were slower, less violent. After each smack he tickled the entrance to Christina’s sex with the tip of his claw, sending goose bumps through her raw, red butt. Soon her abused vagina was wet with arousal, and despite her asphyxia Christina humped longingly into Amdusias’ knee. The collar slowly released its grip on her bottom, and Amdusias began rhythmically smacked her.
“I’m sorry,” wheezed Christina, “I’m sorry I wasn’t grateful master.”
Amdusias gave her a encouraging spank as she continued.
“Aaah! I just want you to be happy master, please forgive me. I-oooowww-I know you only want what’s best for me, I was wrong to think otherwise.”
“Go on girly, let your master know.”
“I’m sorry I raised my voice with you. I’m sorry I was so rude to you, I promise it wont happen again. Just, please, if I’m good will you stop hurting me? I promise to behave, honestly!”
“You’re halfway there girly,” he said, sneaking a finger into her snatch, probing around her wet slit up to his knuckle. 
“You’ve had your punishment, and taken it well. But how can you make up for all the indignation you caused me, hmm? and Amdusias started to pet her, tickling the red flesh with his claws.

Christina slowed her humping of Amdusias’ knee and started to press back against his fingers, presenting her ass to the domineering demon. His face lit up again with a familiar malicious grin, his tail wagging excitedly. Gently, almost reverently, Amdusias lay Christina down on all fours, her sore behind high in the air. His fingers remained in her cooch, and his tail snaked beneath her to tickle her navel.  The woman’s back arched in pent up arousal, her earlier outrage forgotten as she submitted to Amdusias’ touch. Christina truly regretted her anger; her master only wanted her to be safe, not to fall prey to people like Claus again. She realized that the sooner this was internalized her master would be happy, and when he was happy, so was she. 

Panting like a dog in heat, thin strands of saliva hanging from her lips, Christina felt Amdusias withdraw from her sex. She pouted for a moment, but felt his taloned paws take their place on her torso; just beneath her breasts. The incubus didn’t even bother to take off the rest of her dress; he planted his rodent feet by her hips and pressed his cock into her eager cunt. The lusty woman needed no prompting to start moaning in wordless ecstasy as Amdusias pistoned in and out of her, his scarlet crotch slapping wetly against her raw backside. He plunged in violently, ramming himself to his hilt, causing Christina to gasp in pain and surprise. With every few thrusts he slapped Christina’s ass, causing the already irritated flesh to send waves of pain and pleasure through her body. The spanking reminded her that Amdusias was in charge; this was for his pleasure not her; restitution for her impudence. The rough fucking became more pleasurable as time passed, and Christina moaned loudly and lewdly with each thrust, her hips squeezing around the demon’s cock, relishing the feeling of fullness. His claws tore at her dress, squeezing tightly and ripping the fabric as Christina came, her inner walls contracting around her master.

As she quivered and panted the demon withdrew and shuffled around to her face, keeping a hand on her back to keep her in position. Her gaping, panting mouth eagerly accepted his cock. Amdusias fucked her face with the same brutal intensity he had given her vagina, her throat bulging as the organ slid down it. When the eventual rush of seed came Christina shut her eyes in bliss and sucked down every drop.
“Now you are forgiven Tina,” said Amdusias as his member slid out of Christina’s lips, “do you see your place now?”
It took her a few moments to respond, so overwhelming was the combination of exhaustion, ecstasy and pain.
“Yes master. I live for your cock, just as I swore. My purpose is to give you pleasure and…and”
“Good enough girly,” he said, rubbing her hair like an exhausted pet. 
“Now that everything’s cleared up, lets get you back home. You have lots more to get ready for.”

“How many times had he taken me?” Christina mused over dinner. It had been weeks since she had donned  the collar, and she had lost count of the times Amdusias had fucked her, the number of degrading things she let him do to her. She enjoyed it, doing demeaning things for her master, partly for the thrill of the taboo and partly for the pleasure of serving Amdusias. He had fucked her in the water of a public pond, and though they were cloaked by the demon’s spell of invisibility she could feel lecherous gazes on her wet, nude form. Amdusias had coaxed some of Balam’s Instruments under her clothing and into her sex as she ran errands to and from town, their perverse forms pleasuring her constantly. Oh, how her loins quivered when she recalled the day she was forced to play the part of a pet; forbidden from talking, from walking upright, forced to walk on the end of a leash connected to her collar.

“Anyways, I was thinking its time you moved out,” said Christina’s mother. That snapped her daughter out of her lewd reverie, forcing her attention back the conversation. 
“You spend so much time with that charmer of yours, it’s time you and he were wed.”
That caused Christina’s eyes to go wide with shock, all color fading from her face.
“But he,-” she began but her mother cut her off.
“No buts young lady! I’m not old enough that I cant see when a man loves a woman! And I’m not crazy enough to realize the only reason he hasn’t asked for your hand in marriage is your lack of a dowry! So I’m selling the house.”
“Wait, what? Where will you live? Who’ll take care of you?”
“I’ve been writing letters with the nice priest in town, he’s more than happy to take me in for as long as I have left. He’s even agreed to buy the medicine while you and your hubby are gone. Ooooh, I’m so happy for you honey! I just remember the day your father proposed to me, oh how you’ll love it!”
“But mom-”
“No buts lady! You’re going to be a married woman soon, you should start acting like it! Now start packing your things, we’re moving out at the start of next week.”

Christina swallowed dryly. The prospect of living with Amdusias forever was tantalizing, but the sudden nature of the change still alarmed her. Still, she thought, what was she leaving behind? The things that attached her to her boring life in the doldrums, the thing she turned to Amdusias to escape from. True, she would miss her mother, but surely if she behaved well her master would let her visit now and then, wouldn’t he? She absentmindedly stroked the arrow-headed tip of the collar, playing with it like it were the tip of a cock. She resolved to be strong, for herself and her master, to welcome the opportunity to be with him more.

Into her bags went her red dress, what little makeup she had, her undergarments, though she doubted she would need them with Amdusias, a few picture books from her youth and the few pieces of jewelry she owned. Anything else she assumed Amdusias wouldn’t want or would be able to provide. All the belongings she would be bringing fit easily into one piece of luggage, almost embarrassingly light. 

The rest happened slowly, with long, dull gaps between events, waiting for the next. First the landlord came by and paid Christina’s mother what little money the house was worth. Then came a rickety carriage to carry them down to the village church. The priest greeted them and asked about Christina’s wedding. All she could do was smile and nod, anxiously waiting for Amdusias’ arrival.

The sun had just set. Christina sat anxiously in the pews, playing with her thumbs and biting her lip. Her mother had long since gone to sleep and the priest had left on an errand. 
“Tiiiiiinaaaaa” rang a disembodied voice, seeming to emanates from everywhere. She stood up, heart racing, searching for where her master was hidden.
“I need you to come outside Tina. It’s time to leave.”
Shuffling to the door, Christina kept her eyes downcast. When she reached the wooden doors she paused, dreading what it would mean if she opened them. 
“I cant come in Tina, you have to come out,” rang the demonic voice, “just open the door girly, come to your master.”
The demon’s command overrode any apprehension inside Christina, and she timidly pushed the door open, just wide enough for her to squeeze through with her belongings. 

Amdusias stood before her in his full demonic glory. A small, confident smile, not a grin, was on his face, and his wings were spread wide in welcome. 
“Thing’s turned out better than I could have ever wished girly. It seems the old hag’s approach is much more proactive, I like her.”
Christina shuffled over to him and he rested his toned arm over her shoulder. His wing followed, sheltering her like a cloak. Amdusias guided her to the Nightmare-drawn carriage, the door swinging open to greet them.

“So what does this mean for me sir?” Said Christina as the hellish stallions began to carry them away. The world outside became a blur as the monsters carried them to where Christina could not imagine.
“You, Tiny-Tits? You should be happy! A Marquis‘ concubine is an envied position, one all my servants aspire to.”
Christina remained silent and stared at her feet.
“Oh don’t be so sad girly. You have been mine for so long, just think of this as removing the distance. The waiting. When I want to be satisfied you won’t need to wait, doesn’t that sound lovely? To be closer to me?”
He slid closer to her on the cushion, softly rubbing her shoulders. His tail rubbed against her calves, caressing her with its sinuous length. 
“Of course things wont be quite like at home with mommy. There’s a few other girls in my harem, I’d love for you to be friends. When I’m not satisfying myself with one or two of you there are duties you’ll need to perform. I don’t want to give the impression that my concubines aren’t cared for, so you’ll have to learn to read and write. And you dance awfully girly, you’ll need to learn some better steps. And of course should I have guests I want them entertained, oh the list goes on. But of course you‘ll do it, won‘t you Tina?”
“Yes sir.”
“Of course you’ll have to change a little, understand?”
“No, not really sir.”
“I need you to change for me, just a little at the time. How you act, how you behave, things like that. No more questions, no more hesitation, no more demands. Can you do that for me tiny-tits?
Christina nodded somberly.
“Yes sir. Is that all?”
“A few more things, we can address them when we come to them. Lets start at your outfit.”

The hands that were massaging Christina’s back tore at her dress, ripping it down her back. She wanted to shriek in protest, but held her tongue. What he wanted was best for her. She had learned this long ago. His claws made their way down her body, sending one long tear down her skirt, bustle and undergarment. They fell from her body to the carriage floor in a heap, one of the few possessions she brought with her reduced to rags. 
“I’ve given you the gift of beauty, but you always hide it under these ugly, ugly scraps of cloth. I want you to be pleasing to the eye at all times, not just when I liberate you from your clothes.”
The demon snapped his fingers and Christina felt her collar begin to pulse and ripple. A thin strip of metal, just an inch wide, extended just above her spine. It slowly traveled down her body, the cold metal conforming to the curve of her back. Though it felt stiff and hard, as she twitched and wiggled she could feel the metal contorting as though it were fabric, unimposing her movement. When the descending strip was parallel to her breasts two more strips grew out of it, reaching around her sides and curving over her breasts. The thin metal bands stopped when they reached her nipples, an arrowhead forming at each tip, barely covering her teats. The result exposed all of her cleavage and pulled her breasts up and apart, as though they were suspended in midair. The bar of metal curved through her butt cheeks, the cold metal causing her to shiver as it moved over her sphincter.
“What about when-” Christina asked, worrying about when her human functions called.
“It will retract, don’t worry girly.”
The metal came up from under her crotch and over her vagina, an arrowhead forming just above her mons, pointing up at her belly button. Her sex was barely concealed, fractions of a millimeter away from being revealed. Two more bands of black metal flowed down her arms, stopping to create armbands halfway down her upper arm. They resembled the collar she wore, though the arrowheads pointed down at her hands. The process repeated around her legs, decorating her with masculine symbols of ownership. The demon snapped again and the garment stopped growing, her lewd metal harness complete.
“Beautiful girly, simply beautiful. Don’t you love your new look? It makes it so much more arousing to look at you, it makes your master happy.”
“Yes sir. But what about my feet sir?”
“The floors of my home are soft, at least the parts you will be allowed in. Shoes and the like are for people who travel, and you will be staying with me Tina, remember that.”
“But-sorry-but sir, wont my mother and the priest think that I’m at a wedding? I don’t want her to worry.”
“If you wish it, they can think that they’ve been to your wedding, with cake and bells and dancing and  all that. Is that your desire?”
“Yes sir. Can I visit them now and then? If I’ve been good?”
“Yes, if you’re good Tina. If you obey.”

The Nightmares stopped their infernal gallop, black smoke rising from their nostrils. Outside the carriage was a twisted wasteland; massive plateaus and spiny rock formations between pools of fire and magma. Winged fiends played in the sky around colossal towers of black stone and metal. The sky was the color of a red sunset, and though no sun hung in the sky it seemed as though there was still light. It was dim, however, like just before sundown, and the horizon was hazy and indistinct. The demonic carriage brought them to a spiked black gate, behind it a jagged path to a twisted keep. The gate parted for them as the carriage approached, and Christina bent over her master as they began to trot up to the spire.
“Please, just once before it begins,” moaned Christina, rubbing her hand on the inside of Amdusias’ thigh and looking up at him with her best bedroom eyes. Without waiting for a response she kissed the head of his penis, sighing softly into the red flesh.
“That’s my girl,” hissed Amdusias.

								End Part Two