Perverse Demons

by Maialen Alonso

  He smiled widely again and placed his hand on Sherry’s confused face, exerting a slight pressure and Sherry felt herself fall backwards. Everything turned dark and she could only hear his voice.

  “I can see your deepest desires, lazy girl...”

  Sherry felt something soft and suddenly a bright light made her close her eyes. Slowly opening her eyes she waited a few seconds to get used to the light and found him lying above her. She was in a strange place.

  “Welcome to my humble abode.” He smiled and Sherry could have sworn she saw tenderness in his eyes.

  She looked at everything and found nothing familiar. She was in a large brightly lit bedroom. The bed on which she lay was gigantic and the sheets were so soft they caressed her skin.

  “What’s your name?” she asked. He stared at her so hard that she was surprised, but she had an uncontrollable desire to know his name.

  “You know that already. Let me help you pronounce it.”

  Without waiting for her answer, he let his head fall forward and buried his face in her black hair and then moved to her neck.

  She wanted to scream, but what came out from her throat was not due to terror. She wanted to push him away but her hands stayed gripping his shoulders. Her small nails digging into his skin. Her heartbeat accelerated when she felt a love bite followed by sucking. He covered her neck in love bites from her earlobe to her clavicle. His finger quickly unbuttoned her blouse until she was in her underwear almost paralyzed by the state of her body.

  Sherry panted so loudly that she could hear herself. He caressed her stomach so slowly that it was torture just as in the dream. His fingers were long and soon she felt them slide underneath her bra caressing her breasts with a gentle pressure. After a few seconds she realized that the moans and sounds were coming from her.

  When she stopped feeling the electrifying sensation of his touch she opened her eyes reproachfully and that’s when she saw him a few centimeters away from her facing watching her. How long had he been watching her face? Her cheeks blushed, but her embarrassment ended when his lips met her lips, forcing her to open her lips so he could taste her mouth. He kissed her savagely and passionately in such a way that aroused her in a manner she had never felt before.

  Without stopping the kisses he caressed one breast and lowered the other hand to play with her belly button before lowering further. He lifted her skirt and gently caressed her legs before reaching her pussy.

  Perhaps it was shame or nerves that made her try to grab his wrist when she felt his gentle caress in the most sensitive part of her body. Surely it was shameful to feel aroused over his touch.

  He backed away to watch her, a smile firmly on his face. He was greatly enjoying her expression of desire, that all he wanted was to increase her desire. With gentle kisses he made his way down her body as she arched more. She was incapable of thinking; all she wanted was to feel everything he was doing. Every caress and kiss.

  Gently he removed her underwear and couldn’t wait to taste her. She cried out when she felt the wetness of such a private area of her body and the sounds she heard only aroused her more.

  “Tastes so sweet.” He whispered.

  His tongue covered every inch of her pussy and she started to feel strange spasms and an electrifying sensation. There came a moment where she couldn’t hear anything, not even herself.

  “Don’t fight it.” He said when he felt she was trying to fight off her orgasm.

  Sherry tried with all her might to fight of the orgasm. She simply panicked that afterwards everything would stop, but he increased the movement of his tongue and she stopped fighting it. Finally, she felt the heat and explosion of an orgasm that made her scream. While her body tensed and convulsed he continued to taste the nectar he incited, without letting her rest.

  “Delicious.” He said attracting her tired gaze. He smiled while he licked fingers coated with her essence.

  She stayed still for a moment waiting for something. Sherry was physically tired, but she felt that what just happened wasn’t enough; if she could’ve talked she would have begged him to do it again a thousand times more.

  “It’s my turn to complete the contract.” He warned, taking off his clothes.

  He didn’t take his eyes off her while he slowly removed all his clothes until he was naked in front of Sherry. Seeing her look of fear of his naked body, he only laughed hoarsely.

  Sherry didn’t have any experience in this, but she was sure his dick was much too large and she panicked at the imagined pain she was going to experience.

  “Don’t be afraid.” He said, attracting her attention.

  He let himself fall forward and with a hand moved her bra upwards before putting his lips directly on her breasts. He sucked ferociously, nibbled with delight; once again he aroused her beyond what she had ever imagined. Sherry was so aroused that the small pinch of his entering her didn’t bother her, but she knew he was inside her, moving slowly and concentrating on her generous breasts. What she felt before couldn’t compare to how she felt right now. The delicious feeling of pain and arousal was driving her crazy and all she could do was hold on to him with all her strength.

  Little by little he moved faster, and she felt him deep within her every time he thrust. Sherry couldn’t arch her back any more than she already had or she would break in two. The demon she called forth through the Ouija board couldn’t seem to be satisfied, because she moaned when she quickly climaxed and he never stopped thrusting into her or slowed his pace.

  When she felt the wetness of his cum, she slid a hand down his back to grab his butt. Once again the pain mixed with pleasure to become ecstasy.

  Suddenly, he moved back and took her with him, seating her astride him over his hips while still moving. With his hands on her hips, he helped her move up and down on top of him, as she didn’t have enough strength and just as she neared climax once again she fell forward letting her head fall on his sweaty shoulder.

  “Belial.” She whispered, without even knowing what she was saying.

  “Good girl.” He responded and placed his mouth on her neck. “Repeat it.”

  “Belial.” Sherry moaned in a small voice.

  He thrust faster and his moan accompanied hers in a symphony of moans.

  “Hold on a bit more.”

  Sherry tried, but it was hard to control her body at the moment. Belial kept thrusting faster until they both reached climax. She pressed close enjoying the last few minutes of pleasure.

  “My lazy beauty.” He whispered in her ear while he let her fall in exhaustion to the side.

  Sherry found it hard to breath and had a desperate desire to open her eyes and see him. It was as if something sinister didn’t let her open them. She was so sleepy...and the uncomfortable sensation that filled her entire body after what she just experienced defeated her.

  She knew he whispered something, but couldn’t make out his words.

  “My God.” Sherry opened her while her heart beat furiously.

  Incredulous she looked around and saw that the library was still empty. Half asleep she felt her body move slowly almost as if she had been in r.e.m sleep. She left the building with her mind in a haze and walked home. Luckily no one was at home. She entered her room, tossed her books on the bed, and decided to wash her face.

  “What is this?” Underneath one of her notebooks was the black book she had found lying on the library floor. She opened the cover and saw Belial written in calligraphy. Had she read the book? She couldn’t remember. Had this made her have the dream? She wasn’t sure.

  A dream, she thought and she felt a pain in her chest, and a desire to cry and scream uncontrollably. Of course it was a dream. Spending half a day having sex with a demon couldn’t be real. Entering the bathroom she rested her arms on the sink. Tears threated to come and she felt like the stupidest person on the planet. She opened the faucet and almost stuck her entire head under it trying to fight the horrible feeling inside her. She stood watching water d
rip off her hair and looked at her reflection in the mirror. An expression of pain was on her face, but the pain transformed into nerves and incredulity. She almost tore the button off while unbuttoning her blouse. With her heart racing she saw her neck and chest filled with small red suction marks.

  Sherry took a step back and a supernatural force sent her running to her room and the black book on her bed. It was now open as if by magic on some of the last pages. Her eyes ran over the yellowed paper in desperation. She re-read the paragraph disbelievingly causing thousands of thoughts in her head and making her smile. It hadn’t been a dream. It hadn’t been her imagination... and soon she would see him again and be held in his arms.

  “A contract made with one of the kings of hell is unbreakable by either person. Only death can break the contract. Until that moment comes, nights of pain will torture the mortal who dared sell their soul.”

  Extra.

  Sweet Punishment

  Shara’s heart thundered with the force of an earthquake. The nerves were for what was about to happen. The nerves made her tremble and her knees shake. She saw her friend who she was about to step into absolute darkness with. Her friend smiled excitedly because this was fun to her, but Shara knew that what she was about to do wasn’t right.

  “Are you ready?” Claire gave her a small slap on her elbow while her smile widened.

  “I don’t know Claire. We can get into a lot of trouble.”

  “Come on. Do you know what I had to do to get tickets for this place?”

  She was slightly dizzy and breathless. Lifting her hand to her hair she tried to calm herself before entering the black door. Shara had been in the city for a month and Claire was the first friend that she’d made in a long, long time. The sacrifice was necessary if she wanted her life to be normal.

  “Are you sure it’s real? The way they trap you I can’t even imagine what awaits us.”

  “Yes...yes, let’s go.”

  Claire opened the door and they both entered the most exclusive club in the country. Sex, opulence, and performance... the most powerful people nationally and internationally gathered to practice their darkest and secret desires and the club had an enforced policy of privacy. Shara had painstakingly researched everything that she could find before her adventure. Though she couldn’t find much, only some lines of text and she hadn’t liked it at all. Here there were rules, rules that caused dread in her, and if they trapped them, they wouldn’t end up well. Of course if something bad happened they couldn’t complain...inside there were judges, politicians, and ministers. They would crush them before they could open their mouth.

  ***

  Claire was a newspaper reporter and with the increased interest in BDSM she had decided to do an in depth, well researched, article on the subject. Too in depth, thought Shara when she’d been told about it. Claire wanted to expose more than what was allowed in the dark and mysterious world. She wanted to expose high society people who lived in that world. The majority of which kept it such a secret that not even their closest friends knew about that aspect of their lives. Shara perceived that Claire’s article sought to ridicule these people. She was like that, she didn’t like politicians, and would do whatever it took to make them look bad or destroy them.

  And then there was Shara standing with her long brown hair up in a simple pony tail and completely terrified. She asked herself how Claire had managed to drag her there and how she’d been stupid enough to let her. Her, yes her, a twenty-three year old virgin with very little knowledge of the opposite sex.

  A teenager probably knew more and had more experience than Shara.

  Why had she agreed to this? Simply and sincerely she didn’t want to lose her friendship. Claire was the first friend she’d made since she was eight years old and had been placed in a psychiatric hospital. Shara had witnessed the brutal death of her mother, at the hands of her abusive father, when he had finished murdering her mother. Shara had seen how he had dismembered her mother and hidden her body inside of a freezer. Shara was to be his next victim but the coincidental intervention of a neighbor asking to borrow a tool had saved her. Her mind in order to protect her, created a world full of murderous monsters, and left her in a state of permanent panic that only decreased with strong medications. She spent fifteen years so drugged that she could barely remember anything. In her mind it seemed like trying to remember a dream.

  Now was her time, she had managed to overcome her problems, and wanted to live. She wanted to be normal and happy. She’d be happy if she could just have a simple life.

  The entrance was beautiful and luxuriously decorated in gold tones. Behind an elegant counter stood a smiling elegant woman, to the right was curtain, and in front was an ominous black door.

  “Welcome to Night Moon.” The woman hurried out from behind the counter. She was dressed in a tight red corset that left little to the imagination. “It’s a pleasure to have you here. It’s been some time since we’ve had new members.”

  “The pleasure is all ours, dear.” Claire smiled. “Did the signed contracts arrive without problems?”

  “Of course, everything is in perfect order.”

  Contract? Shara’s inner voice said. I haven’t signed anything yet? I thought we were going to do that here. Damn it, Claire!

  “Do you need us to explain something or remind you of something?” Explained the receptionist. “Although everything was in the contract...”

  “No, everything was read and understood.”

  “You’re clothes...”

  “Oh, of course! Sorry about that. The truth is that we didn’t think we’d be accepted this quickly. We informed everyone that we were novices. We didn’t have anything to wear.”

  I don’t understand anything, thought Shara, looking at her simple cream colored dress.

  “Well, there’s an area to change clothes,” The receptionist pointed to the flower patterned curtain. “You can enter in underwear or...”

  “Perfect!” Claire pulled Shara inside without letting the woman finish speaking.

  The room was spacious and there were several dressing rooms, each one with the same curtain that was used in the front. The lighting was dim and intimate.

  “Claire, I think you’ve forgotten to tell me a few things.” Shara told her friend in disapproval, a frown firmly on her face.

  “Let’s go! Don’t make a big deal out of it. Going in your underwear is like going in a bikini.”

  I’ve never used a bikini..., Shara thought, but Claire didn’t know this. Claire had no idea about Shara’s past which she guarded closely.

  Was there any way to get out of this? Before Shara could blink Claire was naked, she was dressed in a beautiful and provocative red lingerie ensemble, and Shara thought that it had been a bad idea to wear her black lace lingerie. Something that she had always wanted to wear would now humiliate her.

  “Come on! Let’s go! I want to start this investigation immediately”

  “But...”

  “Don’t be afraid now...”

  Claire hovered over her taking of her clothes. Shara tried to fight her off and back away, but Claire lifted her dress almost to her shoulders. With her ass on display she felt Claire stare at something without blinking. Surprised, Shara turned her neck and looked behind her. There was a blond haired man staring at her generous ass, which was firm and taught and clearly on view. He smiled and looked at her with blue eyes. He was completely captivating. So much so, that the reporter who was used to meeting the most handsome men, was surprised.

  “That’s the best greeting that I can get gladly used to.” He said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “I’m Snow. Master Snow.” He repeated.

  “Snow? Is that a name?” Claire asked.

  “Names don’t matter here. The majority of people chose a new one their first day here.”

  “Oh, I didn’t think about that. What do you think?” a smiling Claire asked her friend.

  “Claire.” Whispered Shara, asha
med with her dress lifted up.

  “I think our beautiful receptionist didn’t finish telling you that behind the curtain there are several outfits that can be used. Of course, going in your lingerie is a good choice. Accompany me.”

  They walked a few feet behind him. When he opened the curtain there was a wide variety of provocative rubber outfits available for the members use.

  “If you allow me...” he said pensively. “Since this is your first time here I think as the owner of this humble place I should choose.”

  “It’ll be an honor.” Claire said.

  He barely looked over the outfits before he chose an almost transparent outfit for Claire. Who looked it over with wide eyes and smiled at the riding crop that accompanied it. Yes, definitely. She was definitely more dominant than submissive. A moment later he held out a white corset with a matching skirt to Shara. It was provocative, but sweet.

  “Leave your pantyhose on.” It wasn’t a suggestion but an order.

  Shara ran inside a dressing room without looking at either of them. She felt breathless, nervous, and ashamed. She put on the outfit which happened to be in her size. It fit so perfectly she was surprised as she always had trouble finding clothes that fit well. The dark pantyhose covered her thighs and the short skirt barely covered the black panties. When she moved everyone would be able to see the view of her ass that Master Snow had just enjoyed.

  This is not going to end well. Shara thought of the dark future ahead.

  The Master accompanied them, going inside the black door, and they instantly heard music meant for dancing. Once stepping inside she could see the room was decorated in dark purple, red, and of course black. There were several platforms where beautiful woman danced, moving their bodies in sexy ways, it was obvious they had many years of dance training.

  The place was completely full and Shara looked at Claire sideways. She had a smiling hungry face...as she looked for a rich fat cat, whose name she could use on her article title, making the article go viral around the world.

  “There’s nothing else to say...” Master’s Snow’s voice grabbed her attention. “Only enjoy the pleasure’s this night brings you.”