Christina’s mind was a blur, her senses overwhelmed by hot, filling waves of pleasure. Her sight was hazy, the golden skinned figure writing in front of her a blur of limbs, horns and firm, metallic muscles. The hard rod embedded in her nethers was the only thing she could feel; everything else, the demons’ hands on her, the tail rubbing the entrance to her backdoor, the slight constriction of her metal collar, all seemed dulled and faint compared to the cock’s firmness. 

A set of firm, strong fingers gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer to the gilt blur across from her. A pair of dark orange lips opened and met Christina’s, her mouth slightly agape and breathing heavily. A long, flexible tongue forced its way in, finding Christina’s orifice pliant and unresisting. The bright, aurous demon’s crotch writhed, its hips grinding against the red, warm body that lay beneath Christina and her gold partner. Christina could smell her own sweat, salty and acrid, and the demons’ musky, intoxicating scent. The smells of sex, of exertion, and passion. There must have been other things that would have registered to her, but that was all she could comprehend at the moment. 

The red phallus in her loins started to thrust up into her, and a clawed hand started kneading her breast, another crimson talon groping one of the gilded breasts dangling so tantalizingly close in front of Christina. She moaned needily into the gold monster kissing her, one of her hands resting on top of the red one groping her, guiding it and adding force. Her other reached behind her auric partner and gripped a handful of her rear, squeezing the gold skin so hard it turned a deep orange. Something cold and metal slithered from around her neck, extending and writhing like a black, iron snake tipped with a phallic head. From her shining partner extended a second, this one coiling around Christina’s, their two cockheads rubbing and kissing.

The one emerging form the aurulent demon’s collar-cum-harness slipped its way between the kiss, lingering between the two pairs of lips before snaking into Christina’s mouth. The metal cock that grew from Christina’s collar did the same to her partner, sliding its slick black length into the golden woman’s lusty orifice.

Christina wasn’t surprised when she learned that she was not Amdusias’ only conquest. A handful of buxom, luscious succubi shared the tower, each bound in a similar iron harness, symbols of submission to their crimson master. 

Amdusias the Disputer cackled beneath his two lovers, manipulating the cold, iron phalluses that the women fellated. He bucked his hips as he squeezed Christina’s breast, tugging harder on the gold skinned demoness when she rubbed her wet sex against his face. The succubus straddled his face, his long forked tongue probing her cunt and her inner walls. Christina rode his cock, her desire to please him increasing every day. 

At first she had been afraid; the strangeness of her new setting cowing her. She was only allowed access to a small part of the castle; one long twisted spire among many. This tower had soft carpeting, but the moment it joined with the part of the fortress she was forbidden from the floors became cold, hard iron, like the metal harness that encircled her body. The arrow-headed points withdrew and shrank at Amdusias’ command, revealing her private areas to him when he so wished it. Sometimes, even when she was away form her master, he would cause the harness to expose her, as if to show her off to the tower’s occupants, to take away any sense of privacy Christina possessed. When she had first arrived some of the succubi had mocked her human features; how her breasts weren’t as bouncy or firm as their own, how her vagina couldn’t get as wet as theirs, how she clearly couldn’t admit as much intrusion into her rear.

Amdusias’ pressed his spade-tipped tail against Christina’s anus, causing her face to cinch up, her eyes squinting in pleasure-pain, her needy moans rising to a higher pitch even as the iron cock pounded into and out of her mouth. 

The one with the rich, metallic skin, the black bands of her harness seeming so much blacker against her body, was known as Shax the Revealer. She was foremost among Amdusias’ demonic consorts, a patron of knowledge and teaching, capable of imparting knowledge of nearly any topic, but for a price. Her glittering body was toned and lithe like her master’s, though her golden orbs were larger then seemed appropriate for a woman of her build, with large bronze nipples. A thick, leonine mane of black hair surrounded her statuesque face, the brow of which sprouted four long ram‘s horns that framed her face and hair like an organic headdress. Where her shins terminated were a set of chicken’s feet that faced backward, their scales as golden as her smooth, soft body. A bronze-scaled viper grew from the base of her spine like a venomous, living tail, and that tail currently had wound its way behind Amdusias’ head, pulling the crimson demon tighter against her sex.

Christina’s time alone with Amdusias had initially been her only relief from the strangeness of her new abyssal home, and she had relished every time the demon would take her, whether he bent her over a balcony and rutted with her like a beast or laid her on a soft silken bed and made dark, blasphemous love to her. Her appearance was enchanted by her unions with Amdusias, making her more radiant, more luscious, smooth and desirable than any mortal woman could be, but still, the company of confident, gorgeous monster-women had intimidated her, and Christina had withdrawn inside herself.

Inside her right now was her master’s rigid phallus, rubbing its firm head against her inner walls, driving the lusty, overwhelming sensations further and further. He was safety, he was comfort, he was pleasure to her, the familiar thing she could come running to while in this hellish place. Only when she felt his strong hands hold her did she feel at home, only when he held her like a prized possession was she at peace.

Amdusias gripped Christina’s thighs and surged his hips up into her, causing the tanned girl’s bosom to bounce with each up thrust. Her hands hung in the air, clenching and unclenching as her master claimed her, until Shax’s own hands gripped hers, their fingers, tan and gold, interlacing.

Shax had been her mentor, her companion, a friend and peer in the service of their lascivious master, like a profane, lustful older sister. When Amdusias laid with one, or several, of his other consorts Shax would take Christina into her bed, teaching her new and strange things through their pleasurable contact. The shimmering yellow succubus had taught her reading, writing and arithmetic, as well as more esoteric things. How to dance in a way pleasing to Amdusias, how to ‘entertain’ the various princes and marquises that visited the rat-footed incubus, as well as a plethora of sexual techniques, each one more arousing and vulgar then the last.

But Shax’s lessons served a deeper purpose. They were, ultimately, to reinforce Amdusias’ will; to condition Christina to submit to him, to obey him, to serve him. Christina found it easier to accept the things Amdusias subjected her to thanks to Shax’s guidance, found the demon’s numerous abuses and perversions less and less offensive.

Amdusias cackled and forced his will upon his servants’ metallic restraints, suddenly rendering them rigid and inflexible, constricting the women’s arms, legs and necks. Christina’s hands went to her neck, clawing ineffectually at the collar even as its phallic growth continued to thrust into her mouth. Shax, though clearly suffering from the asphyxiation, reached down and began to pleasure herself with one hand and Christina with the other, rubbing an auric finger on the human’s sensitive clitoris.

Amdusias gave another mighty thrust into Christina and withdrew, standing up and flexing his grey, feathery wings, stroking his crimson cock with one hand, the length still dripping with sexual fluids, and patted Shax on the head with his other.

The metallic phalluses returned to their original arrow-headed forms, but Christina and Shax’s mouths remained gaping, offering their eager holes to Amdusias. He jerked himself off, until his member twitched, and hot, sticky black seed shot over his servant’s faces. As he released so too did the collars, loosening their grip on the women and returning breath and movement to them.

Christina fell to her back and the golden temptress crawled over her, licking the demonic spooge from Christina’s face with tender slowness. When she had cleaned Christina the human did the same to her mentor, making sure to swallow every drop as Shax taught her.

Amdusias grinned a sharp toothed smirk and snapped his fingers. The women’s harnesses began to grow, a pair of arrow-headed bands covering their nipples and pulling their breasts up and apart, a third extending back between their loins to cover, barely, their sexual areas.

After stroking the succubus’ thick black mane, Amdusias leaned over her, and whispered into her ear.

“You may leave us now Shax,” he said dryly.

The demon nodded somberly and kissed her master softly on the lips before sauntering out, her wide hips shaking and offering a great view of her large, glittering ass, her serpent tail keeping its eyes fixed on Amdusias.

When Shax had left Amdusias sat down beside the panting, blurry-eyed Christina, his tail coiling possessively around her wrists, binding them together like a thin, sinuous rope.

“It always amazes me how close you two are,” he said, absentmindedly cleaning his talons.
“How The Revealer and you have spent so much time together.”

Christina collected her thoughts, her senses still overwhelmed from the sex, her sensitive loins now recoiling from the feel of cold, smooth metal covering them.

“Im sorry master,” she said, “Have we done something wrong?”

Amdusias rested his horned head on Christina’s chest, laying just above her navel and looking up at her face between her breasts. The top of one of his wings lay along her side, covering her with its fuzzy gray plumage.

Christina bit her lower lip and widened her eyes in anticipation of his response. Ever since she had arrived here she feared disappointing Amdusias; he was her master, she had come to accept this. Her goals in life now were just to make him happy, to fulfill his desires and to obey his will. As strange and intimidating her new life was, the prospect of returning to the blandness, the banality, the boredom of her life without Amdusias was worse. And still, the lewd thrill that being a subservient, obedient pet gave her, of submitting to Amdusias made her heart and loins quiver in excitement. 

“Tina, the whole time I’ve known you I’ve had to push you to carnality. Now that you’re here it makes my black heart swell to see you…branching out on your own.”

He rolled, his wings making the movement awkward and clumsy, and relinquished his tail’s grip. Instead it slithered along her back, tracing the line where the metal of her harness met her skin along the curvature of her spine. He moved so he was all the way atop her, lying down on her like she was a soft, well-endowed pillow, his arms resting nonchalantly behind his head and one leg folded over the other.

Christina tried to keep her breaths shallow to minimize the movement of her body, to make it so Amdusias could rest comfortably, even though he was treating her like an object. He rested his weight on her breasts like a backrest, his flaccid length so tantalizingly close yet so out of reach.

Amdusias yawned, idly picking at something between his fangs with a hooked talon. Christina held her tongue and resisted the urge to reach around and grab his cock, to fellate him and swallow more of his infernal cum, to climb atop him and ride him until she couldn’t feel her cunt anymore. Being so close, his musky, thought-eroding scent was so strong, so powerful it threatened to overwhelm the months-had it really been months?- of training and conditioning her master had put her through. But Christina persevered, shutting her eyes and biting her tongue, thinking of all the dark, terrible things he would do to her if she failed this test, and all the dark, terrible things he would reward her with if she passed.

The incubus stretched, arching his muscular back and meekly flapping his wings, his powerful shoulder blades rolling, and stood up beside the prone Christina.

“Just remember who it is you belong to girly, who it is you serve and serve alone. Shax knows this, do not confuse these things.”

Christina nodded, shivering from the contact with her master, from the need that was already flooding back into her sensitive regions.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, we only spend so much time with each other so that I can serve you better. She’s been teaching me, sir, about how to be a better companion for you. I mean, Shax is a great friend and she’s, well master, she’s amazing in bed, but she isn’t YOU.”

Amdusias’ tail reached the spot where the harness reached around her neck, the tight metal collar she had been fitted with that marked her body’s submission to his will. It lingered there, tracing the ring of cold, firm metal and the arrow-headed tip that pointed out from it. Amdusias smiled, a cold, greedy smile, bearing his fangs, his forked tongue flitting between his incisor and canine. The incubus reached forward and cupped her chin, raising her head too look him in his slitted, reptilian eyes.

“Don’t worry girly, I was just teasing,” he laughed, mischievous light filling his eyes, “I know where you’re heart lies. We do have a deal, after all.” He snapped his clawed fingers to punctuate that last statement.

“And if I recall, part of that deal is if you please me, obey my every whim, then you can return to your world for, hrm, what would be fair, lets say from sunset till sunrise. Does that sound alright tiny-tits?”

Christina raised herself up on her arms, making sure to present a good view of her bust, to push her butt out so Amdusias could see his prize in her full beauty. She looked up at him and wiggled her rear like an expectant dog waiting to be rewarded for sitting on command.

“No no girly, I wasn’t talking about just now with Shax. Sorry Tina, but she was doing just as much work as you, and Id hate to reward you for something you didn’t do on your own.”

He folded his wings behind his back and propped up one rat-like foot beside Christina, leaning in over her. That powerful musk reasserted itself, making the pliant maid-turned-slave blush with arousal.

“Lets make another deal, shall we darling? Tomorrow night I was going to take a nice relaxing bath. I usually have two other servants assist me with this, but for a change you’ll replace both of them. If you can make me cum before my bath is over, you can have your night, does that sound ok?”

He fluttered his crimson eyelids and pursed his lips, feigning innocence and meekness. Christina nodded and her heart swelled. A chance to show Amdusias how devoted she was! A chance to prove herself again!

Amdusias fell onto the bed beside her, yawning dramatically. 

“Good, girly. Come to sleep with me, let me hold you while I rest, and in the morning you can prepare for your duties.”

Christina needed no further prompting, and curled up beside her master, resting her head on his abdomen and immersing herself in his aura of musk, charisma and power. Christina’s long locks of silky smooth brown hair spilled over the demon’s bright red torso, and Amdusias balled a fistful up and gently pushed her against his abs. Her hands wrapped around his waist, softly holding her master as she wrapped her legs around one of his, slowly, softly dry humping his knee. 

The winged fiend chuckled to himself as his servant drifted to sleep, deeds that were of a terror beyond imagining replaying themselves in his mind.

The raucous call of airborne lesser demons awoke Christina, their shrieks sounding like the cry of a baby mixed with the grunts of a wild boar and the hoots of an owl. Christina blinked her bleary eyes, rubbing the sleep from them and stretching her arms. To her surprise, Amdusias was gone, a warm depression in the bed where he had lain. Christina leaned her head out one of the chambers tall, arched windows, the top and bottom of the portal jagged with tooth-like crenellations. 

A bloated puce sun hung lazily in the sky, though that was no indicator of time. Every day the sun rose from a new spot on the horizon, every day a new size and color. It seemed the sun obeyed no natural laws, behaving like a living, fickle being.  

Sometimes it rose and fell in the span of a few minutes, nights seeming to last for weeks on end. Sometimes it slowly crawled to the top of the underworld’s sky then lingered there for hours on end, then plummeted to the same spot on the horizon where it rose. Sometimes the sun hung lazily where it rose or fell, prolonging sunrises and sunsets according to whatever whims the infernal star was subjected to. Regardless, the ugly, luminous body’s position was no way of telling Christina when Amdusias expected her, when ‘tonight’ would be. 

Sighing in the harsh pink light, she straightened her chestnut hair, taking a moment to appreciate the luster and smoothness Amdusias’ gifts gave it. She leaned against the tall, fanged window, the bright light from the sun highlighting her smooth, curvaceous figure, and how it was bound by iron bands.

If Amdusias was happy with her tonight, if she returned to the world of men , what would she do? Visit her mother of course, maybe drop in to the Speckled Stone for a drink to see how her old coworkers were doing, what else? See what had become of her home since her abduction-no, she had come willingly, hadn’t she?-her induction into Amdusias’ keeping, make sure the goats were ok, if they hadn’t been sold.

How strange it seemed to think of the mundane, the banal, things as everyday as goats and taverns when she sat thousands of feet above a twisted, hellish landscape illuminated by harsh pink light, watching airborne demons fight and play as she fixed her hair for a libidinous monster’s pleasure. To think of her mother and the old woman’s needs, to still wake up early to prepare her medicines only to find herself far from home in Amdusias’ cavernous, twisted fortress. 

She turned and stepped back into the lair of her master, leaving the bedroom and walking out into the long, twisted halls. Though the rugs and carpets that covered the tower where soft and delicate, it was still the lair of demons and hell-things, and the walls and ceiling reflected their architects nature. Spikes and hooks decorated the edges of walls, ceilings featured reliefs of profane, bestial acts, ones so wrong Christina had to tear her eyes away. Long, tall mirrors dotted the hallways, making the towers interior seem impossibly large at certain areas, and reflecting Christina and any demon she passed’s image a dozen times at every angle, some of which should have been impossible to see. Even when away from Amdusias Christina made sure to sway her hips, to move with an enticing, sexy catwalk, showing off her rear, her hips, her legs, her bust to nobody in particular. He is always watching, Shax had taught her, his eyes were upon her and his will was in her heart. Even when he was occupied, Shax had revealed, Christina must act as though Amdusias was present, so that her soul, her heart, her mind, would remain in the fashion the incubus preferred.

Rounding a corner Christina nearly bumped into Marax, a three headed demonness whose lower body terminated into a mass of writhing serpents, each wrapped in its own small iron harness. Her bull head and eagle head turned to Christina and made guttural animal noises before her human visage nodded curtly and she slithered onwards, to complete whatever errand the succubus was on. Christina swallowed and continued on her way.

“How he could desire me so much,” she thought, peeking back over her shoulder to watch the animal-featured woman and her numerous reflections. 
“How in hell can I compete with that?” She whispered, trying to wiggle her legs like so many snakes. She turned to one of her reflections, looking at the smooth skinned, sharp featured woman that she saw there. It was a body that men would kill for and women would die to be, her cheekbones, her lips, her boobs, her hips, all proportioned perfectly to be as desirable, as attractive, as lusty as humanly possible. But only human.

 “A dozen demons with bodies like gods and more stamina than I could hope to match, “ she rested her hand against the mirror, watching as her hair spilled over her tanned shoulder, “and me. What in the name of all that is holy,” the air seemed to taste foul when she said that and a low rumble emanated from the walls, an acrid stink surrounding her for a second before she realized her words.

“Shit, what in the name of hell does he see in me? Look at yourself,“ she said, resting her other hand on the mirror and leaning in close to it, pressing her restrained breasts against the smooth cold glass, her midriff recoiling from the coldness of the reflective surface.
“You’re just a farm girl from nowhere, no matter how pretty he makes me. How could you ever live up to what he’s used to? I might as well just-”

“You might as well what?” Rang a harmonious, deep, feminine voice, one that sounded like church pipes and thick honey. 
“Wallow in worthless self pity over your figure? Damn fate for being born woman instead of demon? Drag yourself lower then the deepest pit of hell because you lack horns and wings?”

Christina could see the speaker now, her reflection just over her own shoulder.  Shax stood, hands on her wide golden hips, a compassionate smile on her flawless, gilded face. Christina’s eyes widened and she bit her lip, frozen in her mock embrace of the mirror as Shax approached, striding imperiously on her reversed-avian feet, her serpentine tail wrapped around her waist at an angle like a decorative belt, the snake’s head resting just on top of her crotch. Shax approached her, resting her soft golden hand on Christinas rear, tutting softly to herself.

“Don’t presume so much Christina. If Amdusias wasn’t satisfied with you, if he did not desire you, would he have invited you to become his concubine?”

Christina shut her eyes and looked down, ashamed to look at herself and at Shax. She could feel the demoness’ fingers roaming her rear, making slow circles around Christina’s cheeks. The golden demon bent over her, resting her head on Christina’s shoulder and lifting her chin to look at their reflected faces, at Christina’s breasts squashed against the mirrored surface.

Christina’s breath became heavier, her heart beating faster, as Shax continued to whisper in her ear.

“If you wish it Christina, I can reveal more to you, lift the scales of ignorance from your eyes and show you the path to wisdom, if only you’ll let me.”

Christina inhaled heavily, her swelling chest pressing her bust tighter against the mirror. One of Shax’s hands gripped Christina’s, keeping her in her lewd pose. The serpent uncoiled from around Shax’s waist and began to slither around the human women’s breasts, coiling its cold, scaly length around and between her iron-bound bosoms. Christina moaned softly, her knees wobbling from Shax’s teasing touch.

“I just need you to ask it of me Christina, to invite my powers, to allow me access to you,” Shax’s long tongue pressed its wet pointed tip against Christina’s ear, teasing her with the prospect of its wetness. 

The human girl groaned and nodded, muttering “Yes, yes please Shax, please do it.”

Shax smiled and dragged her fingers down to Christina’s crotch, rubbing the sensitive area around her sex with her middle and forefinger, her snake teasing her with tiny bites  on her breasts.

Shax’s eyes, the black, limpid pools, changed, warped, at first seeming to glow with multicolored lights, then shapes, letters and numbers forming that bounced around her vision. The arrow-headed end of Christina’s harness retracted up to the base of her spine, baring her dripping pussy and her tender backdoor to Shax’s probing fingers. The metallic temptress needed no prompting, and plunged two fingers into Christina’s needy depths, causing her to moan in pleasure. 

“Master Amdusias desires you, Christina, I need not use magic to reveal that to you,” she said as runes and shapes flashed on her glowing eyes, “but there is more. Our lord wants for you more than any of us demonic consorts, even luscious Laraje.”

Shax’s thumb thrust itself into Christina’s anus, causing the girl to shut her eyes and bite her lip, groaning heavily and needily, gyrating her hips in time with Shax’s slow, teasing thrusts. Her reaction was not only from Shax’s sudden intrusion, but also her revelation. Now she needed to know more, to know what her master saw in her. The knowledge that she was desired, and above others at that, made her swell with pride. 

As Shax continued to work her digits in and out of her she bit her ear, cradling her lobe between her teeth and moaning softly as she did so. Chrsitina’s breath had fogged the mirror, but she could see how much her face was contorted in pleasure and vanity. 

Shax relinquished Christina’s ear and momentarily let go of the human’s hand to run her own through her thick black mane.

“It is not despite your human nature, Christina, but because of it. Oh how I wish it had been me who had claimed your maidenhead,” the snake hissed as she spoke, “and taken your tender little slit for the first time.” 

Shax breathed deeply, her golden orbs heaving as she did so.

“You are human, within you is a mortal soul, one filled with possibilities, potential,” she inhaled deeply, licking her lips, “Power. Not like us tormented souls, we are forever bound to be what we are, we cannot deny our natures. But you can change, choose your own fate, be tempted to choose another. And it gives our kind no greater pleasure then to tempt” she pushed her fingers deeper into Christina’s dripping orifices, “to corrupt,” she wriggled her fingers, stimulating Christina’s sensitive inner walls, “and to defile!”

Christina shrieked as an orgasm rocked her body, her hands failing to find purchase against the smooth, unyielding mirror. Shax slowly withdrew her glistening golden hand and uncoiled her tail. The serpent wrapped its length around her arm and cleaned it of Christina’s fluids with its thin forked tongue. 

“Now come Christina, let me reveal what you must do to please our master tonight. He is not expecting you to go above and beyond with your performance, and there is nothing that would please him more than to be wrong about that.”

Christina nodded and followed Shax on shaky legs, her body hardly ready to spend long hours ‘learning’ from the metallic succubus, but for her master she would.

Christina coughed as she poured the pungent, black powder into the bath, the final step of preparation Shax had guided her through. Through the demon’s power she knew exactly what Amdusias desired from her, and exactly how to fulfill his wants. The black powder, the smell of which stung Christina’s nostrils and made her eyes water, was apparently the ground gonads of some hellish creature, the properties of which ranged from the alchemical to the cosmetic. 

She stood waist deep in the large pool of water Amdusias bathed in, fed from a colossal carved demonic visage that drooled a trickling stream. Every time Christina had come to this room its expression had changed, and she suspected something malicious about its nature. Though she could not remove her metallic garment, she had found what little she could wear to accessorize; a red demonic lily behind her ear, tiny writhing, spiked tentacles emerging from between the petals. An assortment of makeup and oils borrowed from Marax, and though the three-headed temptress had recommended them Christina refused the cosmetics intended for the demon’s two bestial heads. She only needed to repay Marax with a favor when the time came, a common payment in the underworld, and one she had sworn an oath to keep. Her eyes had been made a few shades darker with deep blue polish and a glossy sheen highlighted her lips. Scented oils and perfumes, some more akin to demonic musk then any natural pheromone. Finally she had recovered some of the scraps of her expensive red dress, the one Amdusias had torn to demean-no, that wasn’t right, she was in the wrong that time-to liberate her body from prude, concealing human fashions. Regardless, she had fashioned some of the silky red fabric into a skimpy sarong which she wore at an angle, concealing what lied just below her navel to her lower thigh. A similarly angled, tattered red garment hid just enough of her breasts. 

It had been a strange few hours preparing his bath for him. Conflicting thoughts waged war in her mind; the desire to make Amdusias happy, to prove her loyalty and need for him. But she thought of the reward that awaited her; a brief return to her home, and she was reminded of what she had lost. The chance for a normal life; to find someone who truly loved her, who she could laugh with and grow old alongside. The opportunity to raise children and see them raise their own children. The ability to be more than a man’s possession, to make a name and a future for herself from her own efforts. The slim prospect of making the world a better place, even if only a little bit. And when she thought of what she traded those for, even as her body arranged the demonic flowers that floated in the warm water, made sure the assortment of tools, soaps, shampoos and other chemicals where within easy access, she doubted herself. Is this all she would amount to, a glorified prostitute for a an inhuman monster?

The metal harness that encircled her body, with its many arrow-headed ends, tightened slightly, reminding her of Amdusias’ presence. The pointed tip of the collar wiggled back and forth like a nagging finger. Christina paused for a moment, letting the tactile representation of Amdusias’ will control her, keeping her frozen in place for a few agonizing moments.

Then all thoughts of doubt, of regret where banished. She was happy here, happier than she had ever been at home. Even though they were demonic, she could truly count the other consorts as her friends, something she never could say for the other gossiping, facetious barmaids she spent her time among. And then there was her master himself. With strong, possessive hands and sharp eyes. With the feet of vermin, the wings of an angel and the body of Christina’s dirtiest dreams made flesh. Just the thought of him made her feel hot in the already steamy bath. He was above what any mortal husband could be; unconcerned with his reputation or legacy, with how his wife appeared in front of others, with producing offspring. 

Amdusias had taken her, a poor farm girl from nowhere and given her a castle, and all he asked in return was what she would give willingly. He had done everything she asked of him, and filled her body with pleasure unimaginable, beyond what she would have ever felt in the world of men. She cursed herself for being ungrateful, for doubting her master, and splashed some water on her upper body, making the red fabric around her bosom dark and wet, and making her already oiled, scented skin drip enticingly.

“My oh my girly, what is this I see?” Chuckled Amdusias as he entered the chamber. He had appeared behind Christina, and she bit her tongue in surprise. Collecting herself, removing any thought except what she needed to do for Amdusias, just as Shax had schooled her, she smiled pleasantly, her eyes half lidded, and slowly turned, one limb at a time, to face her infernal master.

“It’s for you, master,” she said, tracing her fingers through the water as a lily, with tiny tentacles reaching for her legs, drifted by her side.

“The water is at your favorite temperature, and I have mixed the essential salts of a Qarinah and the spice of the acid seas with the bath. Do you approve, master?”

Amdusias folded his wings and cautiously poked his tail into the hot, steaming water. He let it linger there, his head nodding back and forth, his jaw working silently. Until he nodded, solemnly and stepped in, the fur on his lower legs becoming damp and matted with the wetness.

“Not bad Tina, not bad. Nice touch with the sin lilies, did Shax tell you about those?”

Christina swallowed, looking away from him for the briefest of moments.

“Yes sir. Shax showed me how I should do this, right down to the flowers and,” she tugged at her top, “these rags.”

Amdusias waded deeper, slowly making his way over to Christina. His tail dragged through the water like a little rudder, and he folded his arms when he was but a hairs breadth from his slave. Christina feared his disapproval, his ire, more than anything she could ever think of. Making her master angry was the last thing she wanted, and she dreaded what he would think of her now.

“You cheated, girly,” he said.

Christina stammered to respond, but Amdusias cut her off with a finger on her lips.

“I like that. Reminds me of myself a little, I cant stand playing by the rules. Very nice tiny-tits, I approve.”

He turned around so that his back was pressed against her, forcing her back half a step. His tail thrashed at first, but settled beneath his rear as he spread out his ashen, aquiline wings.

“Lets see what else you learned, girly. Make your master happy.”

Christina nodded and kissed him on his vermillion cheek, first reaching for a warped vial of something thick and blue.

“Thank you for everything, sir,” she said as she uncorked the vial, smearing the blue stuff on her hands and rubbing his wings. The blue substance covered his wings, adding some luster to them. Her master closed his eyes and leaned back, clearly enjoying Christina’s massage of his feathered limbs. 

“And I really mean that. If you’ll allow me to speak freely,” she said as she wetted a cloth, cleaning Amdusias’ feathers of the blue solution.

“Very nice-ooh there-hm? Oh, yes, say what you like girly.”

Christina returned the vial and grabbed an elaborate bottle, seemingly made of tiny rodent bones, the cap of which was a grinning, horned skull. Removing the cap and pouring out a small amount of black ooze, she started to massage Amdusias’ scalp, rubbing the infernal shampoo into his hair and around his horns.

“Then I’d like to say how much I love you. Back home I spent every day and night we were apart dreaming of when you’d come back. And now that I live here, with you,” she inched forward, pressing her bound bosom against him and rubbing her waist and midriff against his muscular, crimson rear. As she rubbed his head, working the black ooze into his hair, she rested her head on his shoulder, sighing passionately, and kissed the nape of his neck.

“Its better than my dreams. And not just the sex, sir. Just this, getting to be so close to you, taking care of you, serving you,” she said as she concluded her work on his head and applied a tiny drop of shampoo to her hands. She reached around his waist and rubbed his crotch, working the cosmetic into his pubic area. Amdusias groaned, his tail trashing a little and his shoulders, and thus wings, rolling. She massaged his testicles, rolling them in her hands and stroking, squeezing the base of his shaft. 

“I feel like I’ve found my place. Last night, sleeping by your side, feeling safe, wanted, cherished in your arms, it was heaven-sorry-it was more than I could have asked for. Im not angry any more, master,” she said as she retrieved a third bottle, this one an opaque cylinder containing a viscous clear fluid. She applied it to a cloth and started rubbing Amdusias’ body, cleaning every inch of his firm, muscular physique with utmost care. 

Christina kissed him as she cleaned; the bottom of his inner thigh, his shoulders, his chest, abdomen, even his rear. Sometimes, when she couldn’t help herself, she sucked and gave Amdusias little, dark red love bites. He smiled in response, his tail laying itself softly over her shoulder like a comforting, sinuous arm.

When he was coated in the suds she embraced him, kissing him passionately on the lips and cocking one leg, forgetting her task for a moment to sate the urges Amdusias’ presence instilled in her. She ground her crotch against his member, which was already growing harder, firmer from her soft, affectionate actions.

She broke the kiss, staring her pleased-looking master in the eye with a lusty, hungry expression on her face. 

“I’m not angry, or sad, or upset or depressed or worried or anything sir, not when I’m with you.” It was a half-truth; she worried that she would displease him, that she would do something to evoke his anger, but that was not on her mind right now.

“Back home I was so…stressed by everything. Having to take care of Mom. Having to keep the job. Having to worry about my dress, what others thought of me, what I needed to do for my future, everything. It was so overwhelming.”

She put her forefinger on Amdusias’ sternum and pushed gently, rubbing his tail and resting her head against the thin, sinewy appendage. Amdusias understood and reclined in the water, his lower half submerged and his upper half leaning against the side of the pool.

“And now, all that’s gone. I have you, and I have all you’ve given me, and I don’t need or want anything else. Its liberating, master, and I have you to thank for that. I’m free to enjoy you and what you give me, free to live uninhibited with you.”

Christina started to rub and knead his muscles, working out what stress was left in them. She made sure to lean over him, resting her soft, wet figure on his body, showing off her barely concealed cleavage through her wet fabric garment. As she massaged Amdusias she continued kissing, licking and suckling on him, rubbing her body up against him, pleasuring him as well as she could. 

When she reached his crotch she looked up at him with imploring eyes, rubbing her bosom against his crimson meat. Amdusias chuckled and rubbed her head, then snipped the shoulder of her top off with his claws. The red fabric fell into the warm bath to be devoured by a passing lily, its tiny yellow arms snatching it up and stuffing it into its petals.

Christina cooed and squeezed more of the soap between her tits, more than would be enough, coating the inside of her breasts with globs of the clear, viscous cleaning solution. 

She tossed her hair to one side and pushed Amdusias’ cock between her breasts, rubbing her soap-lined tits against his erect meat. She cooed, looking at him with bedroom eyes, his thick, warm flesh sandwiched between her breasts. She slowly went up, then down, then back up, transferring some of the soap to his organ and making more of it into bubbly white suds. She squeezed her breasts on his cock, tightening the seal her wet, soapy tits made on his cock, and pushed her body against him, forcing her winged master back against the side of the pool under her force. She could feel his hips buck as he started to fuck her tits himself, his soapy dick poking up through her cleavage and prodding at the bottom of her chin. Christina stuck her tongue out to lick his red cock head when he reached the apex of his thrusts, the feeling of his warm, hard meat between her sensitive tits exhilarating, empowering and erotic. She went faster, moaning as she did so, jacking her master’s cock off as he thrust up into her soapy boobs. 

She had expected it to be pleasurable; any contact with her demonic master was, but the tit fuck had gotten her more aroused than she planned. Shax had warned her against thinking about herself more than her master, and Christina bit her lip and slowed her pace, making sure to go all the way down and squeeze with each repetition. 

Soon she could feel Amdusias’ orgasm, his balls starting to churn and his cock leaking black, sticky precum. His clawed hand seized the back of her head and forced her down on his cock, so that with every up thrust his head went up through her soapy breasts and into her mouth. He balled her hair up into a fist and pumped his dick, dull, pleasurable waves emanating from Christina’s tits into her body. 

Amdusias shivered, and he pushed down hard on her head, causing the woman to gag on his red, thick dick. He pumped his black jizz into her throat, the taste sulfurous and acrid, stinging her nose and causing her eyes to water. Only when the last few drops had dripped down her throat did Amdusias release her.

“You’ve really done it this time girly. That sure was something; nice to see you taking the initiative without poor old Amdusias holding your hand all the way. Maybe in a few weeks you’ll be doing this sort of thing regularly, eh?“

“Whatever makes you happy master,” was Christina’s only reply, panting and breathing heavily in the sweaty, steamy bath.

“A deal is a deal, girly, and you’ve your master very glad. I thought I’d have to punish you for failing to make me cum; I had the pillory ready and everything, I guess I’ll have to use it on Laraje now, cant let things go to waste and whatnot. Anyways, shall we head upstairs? I’m sure you’re dying to collect your reward.”

Christina bit her lip and looked form Amdusias’ cocky, blissful face to his cock, then back to her soapy, raw breasts.

“Actually master, if its all the same to you, that made me want you, bad. Do you think, before we leave, you could-”

Amdusias sat up and picked up Christina by her armpits, cupping her chin to look him in the eyes. His reptilian spheres burned bright, and he licked his lips with his serpentine, forked tongue. 

“Certainly, girly. Now bend over.”

Christina leaned over the edge of the pool, resting her elbows on the rough surface that lined it. Her master moved behind her, looking pleased with himself and nodding approvingly. He seized the skimpy red fabric and tore it from her body as the metal that concealed her vagina retracted, exposing her wet, aroused sex.

“Free to enjoy me, eh? Is this what you enjoy?” He said as he gripped his member, the red meat already growing erect again. He stretched his shiny, glistening wings, giving them a few experimental flaps. Christina bit her lip and shut her eyes in anticipation for his penetration. Being so close to him for so long, her master allowing her to touch him and move him like that, had made her burn with arousal. She needed him, needed to feel him inside her again, needed to feel her masters approval and desire made real.

Her eyes opened wide as he entered her, gripping her thighs with his sharp-fingered grip. 

“Oh, yes, thank g- thank you master,” she exhaled, her eyes fluttering as the demon’s dick penetrated her. “Do whatever you want master, please, use me however you like, just please don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”

Her lusty moans were answered when her master started to pound her relentlessly, the water splashing and rippling around them as he smacked against her behind. Christina moaned, high pitched and happy, as she shut her eyes and balled up her fists.

He came, flooding her insides with more of the filling, warm ooze, painting her inner walls black with the foul ejaculate. 

“So willing,” he said, uncharacteristically soft and thoughtful.

“So much less inhibited then the prude little waitress who stripped for a dozen pieces of metal. How receptive you’ve been to me,” he continued, echoing Christina’s thoughts. He stroked her neck, slowly flapping his wings. He still hadn’t pulled out, hadn’t withdrawn his member from inside her. Christina hoped he never would.

“It was good to let Shax take you in. She’s reinforced what I’ve taught so well, perhaps she should get a reward, maybe you would do nicely.”

Amdusias snapped his fingers, and suddenly the metallic harness that encircled Christina ran and warped, coating her body in a liquid metal coat. It covered every inch of her in slick, cold metal, save for her face, which looked at her bindings’ transformation not with terror, but with aroused interest. Her master withdrew his cock and muttered approvingly to himself, rubbing his chin and admiring his work.

As the metal solidified, it appeared softer, moving and twisting until it resembled a slim, black, elegant nightdress. The neckline was just beneath what Christina would call modest, and the skirt was a bit high. Lacy black stockings covered her legs along with slender stiletto heels, and she even possessed slick black opera gloves, a simple opal gem on the back of each hand, that completed her elegant appearance. Still, around her neck was that arrow-headed black metal collar, an ever-present reminder of just who she owed her night of elegance to.

Amdusias took her hand and flapped his wings. His wings went faster and faster, as though he was planning on taking flight right there in the bath chamber. The water around them began to boil, and flames sprouted from nowhere to surround them in a heatless, magical inferno. They covered every surface, and soon Christina couldn’t see the room, couldn’t see Amdusias, only fire that surrounded her, encircled her. Towering flames reached impossibly high, embers and sparks seemed to crackle from miles away, as though she was trapped in an infinitely large pyre.  The heatless flames snuck up her clothes, her skin, spreading until she was completely engulfed in the fire. She beat at the flames, just as afraid that Amdusias had abandoned her as she was of the fire, but despite her best efforts nothing came of it. 

Christina shut her eyes and shrieked from the flames, she clutched her knees and sank into a ball, afraid for her life in the terrible supernatural blaze. Slowly, they died down, little by little receding from her, then from her surroundings. The immense flames shrank to little smoldering coals, and the sensation that the fire was everywhere, burning around her for miles shrank and shrank until she found herself in a place just as unsettling.

She stood in the field of straw not twenty feet from her old home, the grass burned in a ring around her. Strange runes and symbols were burned into the ground, hexagramic lines like a summoning circle spreading from her feet to the edge of the ashen ring. Her hellish master was nowhere to be seen, and the sun was just falling behind the hills, the sky alight with oranges and yellows. Unlike the demonic star she had grown used to, this sun would stay dark for a definite amount of time. It would rise when it was supposed to, not when it felt like it. That strange, simple fact, that universal law that until recently she thought would always remain constant made her feel strange. Comfortable, reassured, relaxed, but also longing for the strange celestial body that illuminated her new, true home.

Christina rubbed her collar, holding the arrow for guidance, and walked to her first destination. It was hard to balance on the slender, angled shoes. Amdusias forbade footwear, and she had grown used to walking barefoot on soft carpets and silken bed sheets. Though she nearly tripped once or twice, Christina found her footing by the time she reached the farmhouse.

She had lived there her entire life, until Amdusias came and spirited her away. To say she felt sentimental was an understatement; the squat little hovel, with its wooden walls and crooked goat pen, the sight of it nearly made her weep. She could even detect the familiar scents of home, the cocktail of earthy wood, old furniture and fresh grains that she had grown up with. Now she called a tall, twisted iron spire her home, the goats replaced with demonic harlots, her mother’s presence traded for Amdusias’, the smells a chaotic medley of hellish perfumes and brimstone. The door was locked, and no animals slept in the pen. Christina bit her lip, and peeked in one of the windows. Asleep in what had been her mother’s bed were a man and, presumably, his wife, wrapped in each others arms. A scruffy, ill-bred dog was sprawled on the foot of the bed, it’s mangy ears twitching in time to its breaths. 

A small part of her envied the quiet, normal life the couple must live, but she mostly pitied them. Trapped in the world of the banal, having to work and struggle to survive. Not like her, whose demonic paramour filled her life with endless pleasure. But still, there was something she perceived between those two she envied. A closeness that Amdusias, Shax, or any demon was incapable of reciprocating. The way the man held the woman in that tender, warm embrace. Not like Amdusias’ possessive, forceful grip, the demon not caring if his talons left scars or bruises. Christina sighed, running a hand over her soft, slender dress, from the top of her breasts down to the bottom of her skirt. He had robbed her of that special connection, to love and be loved. 

No, that wasn’t right, she corrected herself, the cold metal collar making her skin prickle. He had liberated her from the need for love, rewarded her with unbridled desire instead of masking his feelings behind the façade of affection. What was it Shax had showed her? That it was an illusion? That what humans called love was just a way to disguise their lusts? Something like that. Christina exhaled,  reassured that her choice to live among the demons was right. How foolish she had been to doubt her master, to think he would do her wrong.

Christina slumped beneath the window, folding her knees and wrapping her arms around them, looking at the familiar view across from her home. The dog must have heard her as it barked twice and ran towards the window, pacing on the other side of the wall before jumping back up on it’s sleeping masters bed. Christina wanted to leave, to put this reminder of her past behind her, but she felt compelled to remain for longer. She had thrown this away, abandoned it, abandoned her mother, all for her profane, unnatural lusts. There was a value to the banal, the plain, she hadn’t considered until now, something she had disregarded until she had lost it. The familiarity of it, the sense of comfort and safety, instead of the taunting and leering of the succubi, the rapacious attentions of Amdusias or the oppressive, maddening architecture of the castle that had become her prison. While she loved her new situation-and why wouldn’t she love it? Shax had revealed all the dangers, the terrors she was in when she lived here; the thousands of diseases girls like her contracted, the risk of fire, robbery, kidnapping, rape, murder, bankruptcy, drought, famine and a hundred other ills that she had escaped by living with Amdusias. The golden succubus had taught Christina to appreciate, to value, to cherish what she had acquired, that what she had left behind was worthy of scorn, that Christina deserved far better than what she had been brought up with.

Christina couldn’t think of why she was doubting Amdusias, why she put so much value on this boring, dangerous, demeaning house she suffered so many years within. She mouthed a thanks to Amdusias and stroked her collar, the arrowhead twitching in happiness like an excited puppy’s tail.
 

Christina rose and took one last look at the ugly squat home she had grown up in. She felt nothing but detachment and disinterest. The sun had set now and a waxing moon had rose, not a cloud in the sky to obscure it or the myriad stars. She could name almost all of them thanks to Shax’s teachings, and thanked her mentor for that as well as Amdusias. Turning away from her childhood home, the only noise the chirping of crickets and the hoots of nightbirds, she slowly walked the familiar road into town. It was dark, and uncomfortably humid, but by the light of the moon and stars she could see the fringes of town as she drew near. The Speckled Stone was still open at this time of night, and the dim orange lights of lamps shown out its windows. Silhouettes of late night drinkers, barflies and vagabonds passed by the windows. Christina licked her lips as she considered going in. Who would recognize her in her demonic fineries, who amongst the weary, tipsy patrons and exhausted staff would be able to find the plain waitress from months ago in her hellishly enhanced appearance?

Christina closed her eyes and shook her head. There was nothing for her in there, just a load of bad memories and cheap liquor. Instead, she made her way to the tall church at the heart of town, her eyes fixed on her feet, her thoughts racing for what she would do when she met her mother. She expected her daughter to be happily married, to be the bride of a wealthy noble. Instead a ruined wreck-no, a liberated, enlightened woman, one who wasn’t bound to the banality of human existence, who reveled in the profane attentions of the underworld’s denizens, was going to meet her. 

The sign of the holy symbols outside the church stung Christina’s eyes, and she lowered her vision from them, raising her finger in the air to draw the pentagrams and runes she had grown familiar with in hell. The heavy wooden door wasn’t locked, and Christina slipped inside quietly. Though she could see lights in the windows upstairs, the main room was dark and Christina bumped into a few pews before finding the stairs, feeling her way up with her hands. She walked, slowly, cautiously, towards the illuminated room atop the stairs. Her mother would be in there. What would she think if she knew what had become of her only daughter; a whore for the denizens of hell, the slave of an incubus.

That her only daughter now belonged, body and soul, to a murderous monster.

She paused outside the door and collected her thoughts, quieted her emotions. She opened the door, prepared herself to talk to her mother, and stepped inside.

All the monsters of hell couldn’t have prepared her for what awaited her within. A sight more terrifying then any of Amdusias’ demonic servants, more awful then the vision of her mater eviscerating Claus. Shax had schooled her on the seventy-two incarnations of terror, of the myriad terrifying forms demons could take, but this was worse than all of them put together. Though she shielded her eyes from the terror in the room she couldn’t look away, had to see what was transgressing before her.

Christina’s aged mother writhed on her bed, her eyes pink, puffy and unfocused. Her tongue hung limply from the side of her mouth and her fingers twitched limply in time with her rapidly slowing heartbeat. Her breaths were uneven, ragged and hoarse, her skin pallid and sickly. The priest rushed to and fro from the bedside, scurrying to find medicine in the late hour of the night, dividing his attention between the search and attending to the dieing woman.

Christina’s hand went to her mouth, tears sprang from her eyes and she struggled to stand. She wanted to leave. She wanted Amdusias’ talons to drag her back to the pit and ravish her until she forgot what she had seen. The priest cursed as he threw open another drawer and fumbled in it, tossing aside quills and sheaves of paper in his search for the medicine. Christina started to rush in to help the holy man, but her knees buckled and she fell to the ground. Her mother coughed dryly, heaving as her sickness shook her. Christina screamed for whatever demon must be tormenting her to stop, but it was of no use. The priest scrambled to the bedside and held Christina’s mother’s hand, offering prayers and promises of heaven through his own teary eyes. The holy man shivered as he too spoke useless prayers for healing and safety, doing whatever he could to help the dying woman, but nothing came of it, the old woman still suffered.

Christina cursed herself, accidentally invoking the name of Paimon, patron of sickness, and causing her own stomach to rumble in discomfort. Had she been here, she thought, she could have prevented this. She would have given her mother her medicine every morning, just like she always had. If she had resisted Amdusias’ temptations this wouldn’t have happened, her mother wouldn’t like in her deathbed while the priest fumbled incompetently to save her. This was all her fault, hers and hers alone, and she damned herself for it, crying both in sadness and self loathing.

As she wept, her hand went instinctively to her metal, arrow headed collar. An extension of Amdusias’ will, it possessed many powers, among them the ability to view his actions and converse with him from afar. She willed this charm to activate, reaching across worlds to find her master. She wanted him hear, beside her, not just to see him, and tried to make that known to the magic collar.

A black ring appeared around her, a glowing red star of six points floating in the center of it. A puff of red smoke that smelt of brimstone accompanied the arrival of the naked incubus, and he rolled his taut, muscular shoulders and observed the room he had been called to. Chrstina fell to her knees and groveled, babbling incoherently. Amdusias folded his arms and flicked the pointed tail that extended from the base of his spine. His commanding, powerful gaze locked on Christina’s, and he cupped her chin and made her rise to her feet.

“What’s the matter girly? What was so important you dragged me from a lovely evening with Shax, Balam’s Instruments and a brand new whip?”

“Cant you see?” Shouted Christina, waving her arms at the scene before her. Somehow the priest seemed ignorant of the demon’s appearance, as well as Christina’s volume. Likely another of the demon’s spells.

“She’s dying! My mom, she’s, she’s going to fucking die! Do something, use your magic, save her!”

Amdusias shook his head and closed his eyes. “And it was made of fresh sinews, such a waste. Anyways girly, you know how these things work. We need to make a deal, an agreement, a contract.”

“Why does it, sorry master, cant you just save her? For me? Please, she’s all I have left in this world!”

“I would if I could Tina, believe me. But you need to invite my powers, you need to offer me something in exchange for my talents.”

“Fine, whatever you want, do you want my ass? Do you want to tie me down and rape me, offer me to a dozen lesser demons and watch? Anything, just please save her!”

“Not that simple girly. This is a big thing, saving a life, and it takes a big offering. No amount of depravity can equal what you want done; I need something more from you. The ultimate payment. A life for a life. A soul for a soul.”

He waved his clawed hands and a sheaf of parchment appeared with a puff of red smoke. It was covered in infernal runes she couldn’t recognize, but there was a long blank line for a signature, that much she could tell.

“Just put your finger here girly, that’s all you need to do,” he said, grinning, his infernal eyes alight. 

“Just sign and she’s saved, free to live the remainder of her life. If you care that much about her then this should be an easy choice. She gave life to you, she brought you into this world. Now you should repay her, girly. Save her.”

Christina’s throat felt dry, her vision blurry from the quantity of tears she had shed. She watched dumbly as her mothers life slowly left her body, watching as,  second by second, she slowly came closer to death.

“You can save her girly,” whispered Amdusias, rubbing her shoulder affectionately.
“You have that option. You have that power. Its all up to you Christina. You can save her.”

The priest sobbed just as hard as Christina and wrung his hands around the dying woman’s, pressing a holy icon against her breast and ineffectually crying for heaven’s mercy, for angels and gods to come and save her.

“Its all up to you Christina. You can watch her die. You can let her slip away into the night. Or you can save her. Save her Christina. Save her. SAVE HER!” 

Christina bit her tongue and grabbed the contract, placing her thumb on the line of ink. It burned, as though the slim line was made of hot iron. The ink warped and ran, forming a face. Her face, her true face, not how she looked under Amdusias’ enhancements. As soon as her portrait appeared Amdusias snatched the document away, a wide grin on his handsome face.

“You’ve made the right choice girly, she’ll survive the night, though only Shax would know how many more she’s got in her. Now come home, there’s something very important we need to do.”

Before she could respond he seized her in his clawed grip, and a pungent cloud of red smoke surrounded them. Then they were back in the underworld, at the highest point of Amdusias’ tower. A small, circular platform atop the fortress, red clouded skies above them, demonic clouds swirling around the platform. 

Amdusias wringed his hands and flapped his wings excitedly, his tail wagging fervently. He raised the document to the blood-colored skies and recited foul words, their hellish syllables making Christina’s ears burn. The sheet of paper was consumed by flames, the winds scattering the ashes to the furthest reaches of hell.

Christina felt her breath leave her body, as though she’d been punched in the gut. She bent double, clutching her chest as she felt something move inside her. It wasn’t something physical; not her blood, her bones or guts, though it suffused them and moved through them. It was as though all warmth was leaving her body, the very stuff that animated her being dragged out of her being and up towards her head. Her mouth was forced open and she felt something pushing out; a luminous globe of pale light. It made its way past her lips, floating in midair before her. She gazed at it for a moment, her thoughts vacant and her body feeling empty, cold. 

The crimson skinned incubus reached out and snatched the orb from midair, cradling it between his claws. His forked tongue licked his lips, a truly demonic expression of glee on his face.

“All this work has paid off, girly. Your soul finally belongs to me, in all its corrupted, twisted beauty. I’ve waited for this for so long, for so agonizingly long!”

Christina stared at her soul with uncomprehending eyes, slumping slightly to her left.

“You don’t know what this means, do you Christina? I have ultimate control now. Your senses are mine to manipulate.”

He prodded the globe with a claw, and Christina gasped as her sight left her. What little thought she had left told her to panic, and she fell to her knees and curled in a ball, her empty body not comprehending what had befallen her. He withdrew the claw and her sight returned, but when he poked another part of her soul Christina’s throat felt dry, felt solid and cold as iron.

She tried to speak, but no sound came out, her voice robbed from her. She wanted to cry out in terror, and she began to soundlessly weep as her master cackled above her, his wings flapping wildly in the hellish winds. He stole her hearing, her smell, her sense of touch, until she was just a senseless, immobile wreck. 

Amdusias the Disputer squeezed her soul, and her senses returned in fold, along with awful pain, the likes of which she had never felt before. He released it, and she came wildly, her loins flooding with arousal in an instant. He alternated between ultimate pleasure and pain, toying with her soul as he laughed and laughed. She cried and screamed, clawing at herself as she came again, then shrieked as it felt like a million pins were being pulled out from inside her, and moaned like a dog when she came again.

“You are my puppet now, girly. Your body is my plaything,” he said, forcing her hand into a fist. He made her legs spread wide, and the fist drove itself into her loins, electing a cry of pleasure and pain from his slave. Her legs quivered with another orgasm, and as he toyed with her soul he made her rise, making her walk towards him even as her hand was embedded in her crotch. 

“What do you think of me now Chrstina?” Cackled the demon as he squeezed her soul, forcing her to speak.

“I only think what you allow me master Amdusias,” was her mindless reply, compelled by the demon to say exactly what he willed.

“Good, good. I know you can still hear me in there, or maybe in here,” he said, eyeing the soul quizzically. 

“Because there is no more hesitation no, no more questions. No more deals.”

He grabbed her by the throat and smiled, his eyes wide with malign intent.

“I don’t need permission from you anymore to work my magic, don’t need to reach an agreement to influence the world of men.”

His form began to lose its shape, becoming a mass of red smoke that surrounded Christina. Had she control of her emotions she would be terrified, but now she just stared blankly at the ghostly demon.

The smoke began to enter her nose, her mouth, suffusing her body and replacing the empty void her soul had left. She shut her eyes, all sensation leaving her as Amdusias filled her body. When she opened them, they were the eyes of a serpent, cold and reptilian.

“I can walk the world in your skin now, Christina,” she said. Though her mouth opened and it was her voice, the words were not her own. 

“Wear this face, this body, and bring many, many more to ruin through you. Perhaps ill lend you to some friends; Duchess Gremory and Count Furfur have claim to you for a night and I always honor my deals.” 

Christina walked to the edge of the platform and looked up at the sky. Deep inside her body all this registered to her, but she couldn’t control her body, couldn’t reply to him. She was a prisoner in her own body, trapped forever by the contract that had signed away he soul. 

“I have so much work to do now girly. A whole world to tempt, to corrupt, to defile. A whole race of men, and women mind you, to claim as my own. How many souls do you think ill obtain because of you? A thousand? Two thousand? Regardless, its all because of you, because of how easily you fell to temptation.”

Christina laughed, the cackling, dry laugh of Amdusias, and ran her hands over her body, gyrating her hips and squeezing her breasts.

“The things I will do, Christina. The things WE will do!”

Deep inside herself, Christina knew that she had made a mistake. That Amdusias had used her, played her like a fool all for this moment. But part of her didn’t care. It aroused her. It excited her. She had made her master so happy, so pleased. She had given him everything he wanted, and her reward was to be with him forever, to be by his side and serve as his tool for eternity. She wouldn’t have it any other way.