“You took my memory,” Bridget spat out. She didn’t care who this demon creature might be; its implied confession outraged her. “You stole my identity, everything that I am. Tell me why?”
“You know why.” The creature barely had any lips at all, and when it smiled, long decaying dagger-like teeth appeared in an uneven row. “I will prosper with your death.”
“You pathetic thing. I’m immortal. You can’t kill me.” Her heart raced while she spoke.
It took everything she had to stand up to this hideous being. She had no idea if he could or not, but she’d be damned if she would admit to that.
The creature laughed. “Your human life is already over. Your immortality, as you call it, is now mine. You are mine.”
“Like hell I am.” Bridget turned her back on him again, her knees wobbling so badly she knew she would trip over her own feet if she weren’t careful.
If she could only keep her thoughts straight, figure out how to get out of here—wherever “here” was. Reaching for Naomi, she focused on her apartment complex. Maybe she could just make the two of them reappear there.
She scooped Naomi’s limp body into her arms, only to have her disappear before her very eyes.
“That pathetic human is too much of a distraction for you.” The creature crossed its grotesque arms over its hollow chest.
“What have you done with her?” Bridget screamed, falling to her hands and knees, the thick cloud-like air around her swirling, soaking her skin with its damp mist.
“No more will humans be your concern,” it told her.
“No! Stop it!” Tears burned Bridget’s eyes and she swiped at them angrily. “What have you done with her?”
Bridget noticed others like the hideous creature approach her through the thick clouds. Men and women, naked, hideously deformed, moved in on her, reaching out to her.
“Go away!” she yelled at the few who were close enough to touch her, and they disappeared.
Her powers were still with her. Maybe if she could just think straight, keep her thoughts on what she wanted and ignore the god-awful demon tormenting her, she could get out of there.
“No matter how many of them you destroy,” the creature told her, its whispered drawl crawling over her skin like hundreds of spiders, “there are that many more ready to take their place.”
And he was right. She struggled to her feet as more of the demons moved in on her, their bony fingers like ice when they brushed over her skin.
“I want Naomi back.” Focus. Ignore the demons and stay focused.
Naomi reappeared on the ground, still limp and unconscious. With a wave of his hand, the evil creature made her disappear again.
Hands were all over her now, pulling at her clothes, working their way into her jeans. She could hardly breathe or move while they closed in on her, suffocating her as they pushed and shoved in an effort to get their hands on her.
“Go away!” she screamed, twisting her head away from one mouth that tried to kiss her and banging her cheekbone into another of the hideous faces.
A group of them disappeared, their weight against her fading, causing her to trip to the side, into more that picked up where the others had left. Her clothes ripped, fingers fondling her breasts, tugging at her nipples, pressing against her flesh.
“They know to please you will earn them a special spot in my kingdom.” The tall creature who’d brought her there stood to the side, his arms crossed while he watched his demons tear at her clothing.
“This isn’t pleasing me,” she tried to cry out, but opening her mouth allowed one of the demons to stick his nasty tongue down her throat.
They were lifting her, stretching her, her clothes yanked from her body. Fingers and tongues touched her everywhere. She jerked, fighting with everything she could muster, willing them to disappear. Fade away into nothing, she thought with all of her might. Her head pounded from the effort she put into concentrating.
She fell with a thud to the ground when the demons she’d made go away no longer held her, allowing more to descend on her.
There were so many. Fingers pressed against her pussy, pulling the sensitive skin there, while the demons fought amongst themselves to be the first to taste her.
“No! I want you all to dis—” but she couldn’t get the words out.
Someone stuffed something into her mouth, something vile and nasty-tasting. Bridget choked, acid from her stomach rushing into her mouth, choking her while the knobby flesh forced its way deeper toward her throat.
“This is what you will live for.” The nasty demon leader pulled her hair, forcing her head back, while the demon over her forced its cock in and out of her mouth.
The demon that stuffed that foul shaft in her mouth would no longer have a cock. With that thought, her mouth was suddenly empty, while a mortified demon began screaming a hideous, shrilling sound.
She watched through blurred vision as the creature fell against the others, his overly large eyes looking down where his cock used to be.
Fingers and tongues pushed and lapped at her pussy and her ass. She bucked against them, crying out in her thoughts for them to stop. Please stop. There were too many of them, and only one of her. She wasn’t strong enough. Tears flooded her eyes, blurring her vision. Her lips were numb, so many fingers poking, pinching, pulling at her. The pain was unreal. Focusing on it only made it hurt more. And twisting from their grasp allowed others to gain hold of her, tug at her while their long fingernails tore at her skin.
She was ready to wish for death, for anything that would end this torture. A dry tongue, if that was what it was, stretched her ass, pushing its way inside, while too many fingers pulled at her rear end, the burning so intense she wanted to scream. Even more fingers dug at the sensitive flesh around her pussy, digging and forcing her soft skin to stretch, allow them access to taste her, lick at her with tongues that were rougher than sandpaper.
Bridget gasped, desperately trying to suck in air. But the stench of the demons around her made the air nauseating. Her stomach churned with every breath that she took.
No more of this. It had to end. Hands gripped her breasts, stretching them, bruising them with their brutal touch, while uneven teeth nibbled at her sensitive nipples.
“God. No.” She cried out, closing her eyes allowing more tears to stain her face.
She couldn’t take it anymore. Everywhere they touched her brought pain. And there were hands all over her, caressing and grabbing her, rough and coarse. It was all too much. She couldn’t think. And she needed to find a way to get herself out of this mess.
The demon leader grabbed her hair, pulling from the roots, forcing her to turn and look at him. “Open your eyes, Brigit. See what they are doing to you. My cock burns for your holes just watching them. Open your eyes and see.”
“I can’t,” she managed to say, her face soaked from her own tears while her lips were almost too numb to talk.
Too many demons violated her at the same time, making it impossible to ignore them, but just as difficult to pay attention to any one act.
“You can.” The demon yanked even harder on her hair, his disfigured fingers twisting through her locks.
He pulled so hard she swore he would yank out clumps of hair all at once.
“Stop. God. Stop.” There was no way she could take this a minute longer. Pain seared through her from her head to her toes.
There was too much going on to think straight. But she could stop this. At least she hoped she could. Once again she struggled to make the demons disappear.
“Scat!” she yelled out, hurrying to say the word before someone else shoved something in her mouth.
“Enough.” The demon king hissed venomously, spit from his mouth spraying over her.
She would puke. She just knew it. Her body would be covered with bruises and lacerations, and she wouldn’t have the strength to help herself—let alone Naomi. Oh help her, please. Please let Naomi be okay.
If she could c
oncentrate for just a moment, she should be able to get herself out of there.
But before she had time to make more demons disappear, the demon leader pulled her so hard by her hair she was positive he pulled most of it from her head.
Bridget howled, grabbing the demon’s bony fingers while he held fast to her roots.
“You will not leave here.” His distorted hissing faded on the last word.
The evil in his tone made her freeze with fright. She had no idea how powerful this creature was. Braze had looked terrifying when he’d confronted the demon in Naomi’s body, and she knew how powerful he could be.
Well it was time to find out how powerful she could be.
The demon didn’t give her time to sift through her thoughts. He lifted her in the air, the other demons falling away from her, and then tossed her through the thick cloudy air.
Bridget stumbled, fire burning through her knees and hands as she tumbled over the uneven ground, scraping the skin, damp eerie mist rising around her.
“Pain go away,” she whispered.
Self-confidence rushed over her when her body quit aching, her pussy quit burning, and her ass quit throbbing.
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she glared up at the demon who stood mere feet from her, hands on his hips, his cock jerking to the side, swollen, deformed, and dangerous-looking.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she pointed a finger at the line of demons hovering behind their leader, looking at her like they were starving and she was a dinner. Their vile stench turned her stomach.
“None of you may approach any further.” She ran her finger through the air, ordering herself not to tremble, creating an invisible wall she knew would keep them back.
For the first time the demon leader looked hesitant, shifting from one foot to the other, his bones popping as he moved. That lengthy cock of his gyrated eagerly, dark swollen veins twisting around the misshapen shaft. His cockhead, mushroom-shaped and purple, still had a shriveled look to it. She returned her gaze to his face, knowing if she stared at his cock a moment longer she would puke.
“You are not in charge here.” He moved toward her, his outrage obvious with his quick steps.
Bridget wanted to turn, to run, to get the hell away from him and his demon army. Standing slowly, and hoping her legs wouldn’t give out on her from the trembling that continued to rush through her, she held her position.
“No matter where I am, you will never control me.” She curled her lip in disgust. “You are nothing.”
“I am your master!” He screamed at her, his hoarse whisper turning into a grotesque sound.
Bridget managed to duck out of the way when he reached for her.
Fly, she thought; get around him somehow.
Her feet left the ground, and she added speed for good measure.
The demons pressed against her invisible wall, their long skinny arms stretching toward her, reaching and struggling against each other.
“None of you own me,” she cried out, managing a somewhat decent descent on the other side of the demon leader. “No one is my master.”
The leader’s spine arched down his back, giving him an almost reptilian appearance from the back. His ass was almost nonexistent, and with his skinny legs, his balls hung like disgusting deflated balloons.
Bridget shivered uncontrollably, her gag reflexes threatening to give way. She would throw up all over the bastard if he got anywhere near her. She just knew she would.
“So you denounce the coven?” He turned around slowly, a sinister smile appearing. “Are you now an entity of one?”
It was a trick question. She didn’t understand it, and there was no time to search her still recovering memory, but she hesitated in answering.
The demon lowered his eyes to her breasts, his serpent-like tongue darting over his teeth.
“My affairs are none of your damned business.” She straightened, sticking her chin out, trying to make herself feel as confident as she hoped she looked.
That disgusting smile didn’t fade. “You obviously need lessons in manners as well as discipline.”
He extended a bony finger and she took a step back. Something grabbed her though. There was barely time to look down before her wrists were shackled and her arms pulled taut on either side of her. Bridget looked around her, horrified. She’d been spread-eagled, her wrists and ankles bound securely to a black iron frame that appeared out of nowhere.
The demon moved in on her, his foul stench making it hard to breathe.
“Since you didn’t bother to cast my people away, you must enjoy an audience.” He moved his face next to hers so that his bony jaw rubbed against her cheek while he hissed in her ear. “We will let them watch me discipline you. By the time I’m done, you will beg to obey me.”
Terror gripped her when she couldn’t make the black frame disappear. There was no way she could live through this hideous creature fucking her. And discipline…
Bridget started shaking, her entire body twitching, muscles tightening and refusing to relax, while panic slowly consumed her. If she couldn’t free herself with her powers, that meant this creature was stronger than she was. But evil wasn’t supposed to be more powerful than good.
Obviously this was no fairytale.
“I will never obey you.” The words tumbled out of her, her repulsion too great. “If I am such a nuisance to you, why don’t you kill me now? Or is it that you aren’t as powerful as you would like me to believe?”
Something in his words clicked. He had said, “…since you didn’t cast my people away…” She twisted her head away from him, doing her best to glance over her shoulder. Immediately his bony hands, like claws on her flesh, began kneading her breasts.
“You are already dead, my dear.” His words curdled her blood. “And I stole your memory once already. Do you think me incapable of doing more?”
Fury made her tremble. But if she lost her rational thought, he would win. And that would never happen, not as long as she breathed.
“Disappear.” She glared at the mass of demons, gawking at her past her invisible wall.
The demon leader’s gnarled fingers dug painfully into her full, plump breasts, pulling on them brutally as the many demons behind her vanished.
She turned her attention to him, his face so close she could barely focus on him. Her heart raced in her chest, pounding in between her breasts while the pain from his cruel touch made it hard for her to keep her vision from blurring.
But she had to. She had to keep her mind clear, or she would lose.
“My memory has returned. And I am not dead.” Her mouth was so dry she could hardly speak.
His dark eyes were moist, amused, as his thin lids lowered, his attention leaving her face. He didn’t believe her. She sensed it. And if he assumed her less powerful, or knew she didn’t stand a chance against him, she would never get out of there. No matter the truth, there was no way she could accept that this would be how it would end, forever at the mercy of a grotesque demon god.
“I will enjoy every minute of breaking that strong will of yours.” His breath was hot against her flesh, yet it ran a nasty chill through her. “And while you scream in pain, I will come again and again, relishing every minute of your agony.”
Disgusting. No—worse than that. Evil in its most raw form.
Stringy hair grew unevenly from the demon’s head. Bridget looked down at him, yanking against the restraints that cut into her wrists and ankles. Pain streaked down her arms and up her legs, the leather ties rubbing hard against her.
His tongue, long and dry as sandpaper, flicked out of his mouth, scraping against her flesh. She jumped when his uneven teeth poked her skin, pressing into the softness of her breasts while the heat of his breath flushed through her.
“With every bite, every nibble, every warm, sensual lick, I will drain you of your immortality.” His teeth rubbed over the soft mound of her breast, then clamped down on her nipple. His breath scorched her skin
while he hissed his words out between his teeth. “Once I’ve drained you, no one will ever be able to conquer me.”
He needed her strength. Through her he could become even more evil, more grotesque, more disgusting. The thought infuriated her. To be used so that he could destroy and ruin other people’s lives—innocent people like Naomi.
Her breathing accelerated, her chest heaving against his clammy grotesque body. Her mouth was too dry to speak and her eyes burned. She closed them, summing up every drop of courage and confidence she could muster.
Remembering how Braze had confronted the demon inside Naomi, his strength billowing from him, she concentrated on his image. Braze with his powerful muscles stretching his shirt taut and his cocky, all-knowing expression implying he knew the answers before he even asked the questions. Braze didn’t hesitate. He had no doubts in his abilities. She would be just like that, drawing from the mental image of him in her mind. His strength would be her strength. She was as powerful as Braze, his equal, an immortal.
“I am through with your petty games,” she whispered, her throat tight.
But her determination soared. The demon’s mouth left her nipple, although his hot breath lingered. It was as if he breathed his nasty stench over her on purpose, trying to make his evil spread through her.
“No one is playing a game.” The irritating way he drew out each word while hissing like a serpent, only added to his list of disgusting mannerisms.
“That is the first thing you’ve said that I actually believe.” And the first time she’d lied to him.
For this was a game, a game of wits, of bluffing—traits she usually tried to avoid. Humans with such traits usually didn’t go after someone unless they had something to gain. And although this demon wasn’t human, or at least she guessed that he wasn’t, she couldn’t imagine the personality traits of a slime bag were all that different among races.
Go away. You are banished, never to be seen again. She didn’t bother to voice the thought. Obviously the demon could counter her desires if he knew what they were. Or maybe he just fed on her fear. Well she wasn’t scared anymore. She was disgusted—repulsed. This undernourished, grotesque being wouldn’t get the best of her.
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