Forsaking Humanity Ch. 02

Chapter 2: The Cleaning

"Saint, I don't think this cream will be effective with this much contamination from your body fluid." He observed, scooping up some cum from between her legs and licking it. "I've spanked all over here and so these areas need attention too."

"Master, I don't mind. Just do the areas you can."

"As is particularly prudent for this occasion, Saint, I don't half ass things." He replied, putting his hand under her armpit and lifting her up and moving out from underneath her before lying her back down on the bench, her hands still bound behind her back. She wondered if he was going to get a cloth to clean her off.

"I'll clean you off real nice, Sarah." He promised and the Saint turned her head to the side to give him an unconvinced look before remembering herself and replying, "Yes, thank you master."

"Good girl." He complemented, before moving his body around the back of the Saint so he now knelt behind her. She felt his hands move to grip like vices around the back of her thighs. "Spread for me Saint." He laughed, not waiting for her response before spreading her legs himself.

"No. Please master!"

A hard whack was delivered to her arse. "Don't even think about moving Saint, if I feel any resistance from you I'll make it so that you won't be able to sit down for a month. Never mind waiting for you to settle your affairs - I'll take you straight from here to the Cold Mountains and you can begin your training day 1 in the punishment room!"

The Saint felt a sudden flood of trepidation at the mention of a punishment room. In the hopes of not returning to Pride's punishment room was she walking into another? At this point should she be looking to haggle martial arts training with Wrath? No, she'd been using too much Wrath techniques, any more exposure to Wrath energy and techniques and she might find herself enslaved to him. The spanking was better than what Pride had in store for her, maybe she could tolerate it until she became good at fighting.

"Yes master."

"Good girl." He grinned, leaning down until The Saint could feel something warm and wet begin its way up her inner thighs.

"Oh, God."

"God's not going to save you now. Don't you know The Writer is into erotica?"

The warmth spread as he worked his tongue over her long appendages. The slimy trail it was leaving felt sticky and overly sensitive, like a slight breeze upon them might bring pleasure rolling through The Saint. Pleasure she'd never experienced before.

The feelings of pleasure she felt from having her pain to pleasure energized felt unfulfilling and artificial next to the true pleasure this stranger was bringing upon her. Like everything now was just a cheap knock off and now she was getting the real thing. He hadn't even got to her pussy yet and The Saint was drooling in pleasure.

"Would you like me to lick your pussy clean, Saint?"

"Master... I... urrrrgghh..." What this guy was doing to her, the Saint knew to be invasive and wrong. So why was it feeling this good?

"Do you want me to untie your wrist, Saint?"

The Saint woke up from whatever trance she was in. Finally, a question she could answer.

"Yes Master." She responded quickly.

"... and use the belt to beat you on the arse for disobedience?"

"No Master." She responded equally quickly, cursing herself for falling for his trap and getting her hopes up.

"Ah, you like being tied up do you?"

"Um... yes master." She answered not wanting to be tied up but not wanting to get beaten with a belt.

"That's lucky, Saint, because I like tying people up." He said beginning to lick around the Saint's ass cheeks. "I prefer not having to use my hands to stop disobedient girls from obstructing me from what I'm doing."

"... yes... master..."

To The Saints relief he stopped as his tongue moved from her ass cheeks back to her pussy which was now the only part of her that he hadn't cleaned.

"We'll have to do something about the topiary down here. Well. I can train you to my preference in good time, Saint."

The Saint arched her back as his tongue without warning or fanfare delve straight into her pussy.

"Urrrrghhhh... masssssttteeerrr..." she cried, unable to stop her moans as he used his tongue to dive in and scoop the cum and arousal out of her pussy. His saliva having an adverse effect on her and causing her insides to become more sensitive.

The man pulled back and used his finger to wipe away some of the pleasure juices plastered onto his face. He looked down on the object of his torment and smiled in satisfaction.

How many times should he make her cum? Should he do as much as he pleases -- long past when she begs him to stop, right until the men that she trains come in to practice their sword skills? What will their faces be like when the woman that they looked up to is lying down on one of their benches, naked from waist down and being made to cum over and over again? How hard will their cocks grow then they see the area around her splatted from her juices and their Saint unable to speak anything but 'yes master'?

Or should he go the path of denial; flicking his tongue around her pussy and her clit, enough to arouse her but not enough to make her cum. He would use her already somewhat soaked panties to clean up most of the arousal juices between her legs and then gag her with it when her pleas became too annoying. Of course, he'd ungag her if anyone came along. They should be able to hear their Saint that they know and respect beg some stranger she just met to let her cum. Hopefully they'd even get to hear her calling herself a slut or reminding him that she's his 'good girl' just to get him to give her her sweet release.

Considering these things made him rock hard. He knew it would be an absolute waste if he took her virginity now when she wasn't fully willing to give it. He sighed and pulled his trousers down. He would settle for something else...

He scooped the saint up bridal style and carried her back into the fighting arena. This was the most exposed part of the testing ground with benches rising towards the back, overlooking the square in the middle for fighting. The Saint had commissioned some kind of rubbery waterproof flooring to adorn the fighting arena to limit damage from falls. In this place where the Saint had put so much effort into assuring the continued safety of The Settlement, the Master of Lust would take her oral virginity.

He laid her on the ground and untied her hands from behind her. He could have laughed at the look of hopefulness that shone in her eyes from the few seconds where she thought he might be letting her go. He rolled her over and she looked up at him with a mixture of fear and anticipation. A look which somehow made his already rock-hard dick even harder. He smirked. It wasn't fair on the Saint to have him as her first oral experience - talk about being thrown in the deep end! He looked at his own excessive girth and length and considered shrinking it a bit before deciding against it. Life was hard. Yes, The Saint would find out soon enough that life was really hard. She could just do what she could.

He kneeled over her head and used his thumb to pry open her mouth. She accepted it without objection as he drove it in and out of her mouth. He took it all the way out and hovered his thumb over her lips. "Lick the tip, Sarah." He commanded huskily, groaning as he felt her tongue hastily flicked up and down the pad of his thumb. Fuck. Why was he teasing himself like this?

"Now curl your tongue around the tip of it, Sarah." She did as she was asked, her mind a haze of arousal thinking only of the aching between her legs and not focusing too much on what the Lust demon was telling the rest of her body to do. He pushed the rest of it in and said the word he knew would destroy his self-control. "Suck." She closed her lips around his thumb and sucked hard, delivering suction that a normal human wouldn't be capable of.

The man jerked his finger out of her mouth. This girl, this woman, was clearly loved by The Writer. How else could such an average looking person almost make him, the literal Master of Lust, cum just by sucking on his thumb. He was not some attention starved virgin boy!

He snarled in outrage but his snarl rapidly turned into a smirk. He'd just have to make sure she sucked his cock extra hard to compensate him. Yes, she better hope she can make him cum extra fast or she was in for a hell of a choking.

"Open up Saint." He commanded, pushing his cock into her open mouth and then going deeper and deeper. He made the decision not to restrain her in case she needed to hold onto him. Then the sex demon leaned forward so he was on his hands and knees on top of her. He hooked his arms around her legs and pulled then back so that the Saint was bent at the hips, legs in the air hooked around his arms.

His hands gripped her arse and he delved his tongue into her waiting pussy, groaning at the feeling of her hot, wet mouth around his dick as well as as her moans which were vibrating against it. He got to work with his tongue, alternating between giving attention to her pussy and her clit, sometimes sucking, sometimes licking. The Saint meanwhile licked the tip of his dick, working it in and out of her mouth. Her arms were wrapped his lower back to give her better access to his rock hard member. Mind now a fog of lust, the Saint tried to hold on for dear life as the ecstasy of loosing herself freed her from the burden of reason.

He groaned, impatiently driving his cock all the way into her mouth, making her gag as he hit the back of her throat. Lust suddenly felt the Saint's arousal dive of a cliff edge and this was probably the only thing that saved him.

He dived of the Saint just in time to save his dick from being bitten off. The Saint rolled the other way before smoothly popping up onto her feet. Her eyes were dark purple and in her hands was the sword of Sloth. He wasn't surprised she'd manage to summon a Demon Sword and Demon Eyes - she'd been reborn as a High Demon three times now. What infuriated him was that in his presence her strongest emotion was neither Greed nor Envy but Sloth.

He assumed his full Demon form.

"I don't think I'll be training with you in the Mountains, Lust."

He Master of the Domain of Lust smiled, she knew who he was. He wondered if she knew from the start and was just pretending not to know. He was the sexiest man alive she must have known he was the master of Lust just from looking at him.

"I wouldn't be so sure."

"Well you're a fool. If you weren't so hasty in putting your dick inside me maybe you could have seduced me into giving my virginity to you. The whole training me and using my gratitude and admiration to coax my virginity from me might actually have worked. Too bad you're an impatient imbecile who couldn't keep your dick from where it belonged."

"That's the most you've said so far and it's about me. Cute."

"Leave now. Or I won't be Cute." She said, adopting a fighting stance, getting ready to dash forward with a sword strike. She wasn't really looking to beat him in a sword fight. She was looking to get near enough to him to hit him with a 'Slow' or 'Faint' sigil, which, she could use without penalty as she was the Master of Sloth and was holding the Sword of Sloth. In fact, she knew intuitively that with her Eye of Sloth activated she could cast with her sword.

She didn't really have to the skills to fight and deploy other sigils that were going to be useful against an attack damage user.

"I'm not leaving just yet, Saint."

She adopted a Power Dashing form she learnt from her time in the Domain of Pride and focused on closing the distance between herself and the Master of Lust to a metre in just a split second. This proved to be her undoing.

The Saint hadn't noticed the ankle cuff that had snaked around her ankle, anchoring her with a short chain to the ground. It

pulled taught and the momentum of her dash caused her ankle which was caught to break against the strain of the forward momentum and she fell forward onto the ground. Left hand was crushed between her body and the ground trying to break her fall. She guessed it was probably fractured... Her right arm was thrown out to the side so that she didn't fall on her own sword.

The lust demon slammed into her from behind and pressed his knee into her back while his foot pressed down against her sword arm. He drove the hilt of his sword against her sword hand and she screamed and released the sword. He kicked it away and it disappeared.

"This, Saint, is one of the few times I'll finish quickly." He joked, twisting his knee into her back and grabbing her sword arm, twisting it painfully behind her back.

"We tried pleasure Saint. Now we try pain." And with that he dislocated the Saints arm causing her to scream. The demon snarled at her, why couldn't her screams be louder? Even her screams sounded indifferent and he hated it. Even so he muffled her screams with his hand.

"Shhhhhhhh Saint. You don't want to draw anybody here do you? You don't want anybody to die."

Her whimpering died down and he leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Shhhhh sshhhhh." he whispered "it's okay" he cooed lightly nibbling at the edge of her ear before working his way down to her lobe he transitioned smoothly from her lobe to her neck and she whimpered. He smirked, yes, she may be desensitized to pain but she reacts well when she's feeling pleasure. One of his hands was worked into the roots of her hair and the other was like a vice on her side.

"I'm going to energise your absolute healing sigil. So right now, Saint, I'm not going to worry about leaving marks."

He licked the exposed area on the side of her neck, making it more and more sensitive before he started to suck it, causing the saint to moan, these moans then rapidly turned into a cry as the Master of Lust sunk his teeth into her neck.

Warmth flooded through her and she began to get light headed. Just as she was about to loose consciousness she felt her absolute healing sigil get energised and her arm, ankle, right hand and left wrist and all healed. The warmth and desire that had flooded into her disappeared as well as his poison was healed. She felt the grip in her hair and waist tighten and the knee pressed into her back press harder, as if warning The Saint not to try anything.

Her mind was foggy. Being bitten should have hurt so why did it feel so good? Arousal spread through her in potent waves and she ached to be touched as Lust's venom once again worked its way into her blood steam. She felt the hand that splayed in her hair release and then work its way to her chest. His knee slid down her back so it was no longer pinning her and he pulled her up to a sitting position, his mouth never leaving her neck.

She was now sitting between his legs, completely enclosed by him as his hands went underneath her shirt and then started playing with her nipples, pinching them and kneading them at will causing her to moan and close her eyes. Her hands were now free and they hovered over his hands, debating whether or not she should stop him. Just when she was about to pass out from blood loss, Lust withdrew from her neck, licking over the wound.

"Here the deal her, Saint. You no longer deserve my cock but I still intend to punish you." he informed her, his breath brushing against her ear as he spoke. "In a bit you're going to finger fuck yourself until you cum."

"No... please... " She begged softly. One of the hands that had been massaging her tits clamped on her nipple painfully and pulled forward causing her to cry out in pain.

"Don't interrupt me again. Also I'm still your master."

"Yes master." He released her nipple and the saint relaxed a bit.

"Good. Now where was I? Ah yes you're going to finger fuck yourself and I'm going to time how long it takes you to cum. Don't even think about faking it - I'll know. After you've made yourself cum, Im going to make you cum." He promised, pulling one of her nipples with one hand and using the other to brush over the lips of her pussy.

"But you've been a naughty girl, Saint, and naughty girls should know that there are consequences to their actions." He said, inserting a finger into her pussy. She groaned before weakly muttering "Yes Master."

"As you know Saint, no one wants to kill you because no one's willing to pay the price for your power. Every remaining Master is instead trying to enslave you."

"Eventually I'm going to enslave you Saint. Literally all I need to do is get you to willingly and without influence have sex with me. The more you do it the more you're enslaved. Of course, giving me your virginity or cheating on someone with me will enslave you mush quicker. As will group sex involving me." She whimpered as felt him insert another finger and start scissoring her.

"Unfortunately this only works when I put my cock in your pussy and when you have neither my saliva nor my venom inside you as this causes you to be under my influence and thus not wholly willing. But enough of that... the point is, Saint..." He said speeding up fucking her pussy with his fingers. "... you'll be my Slave eventually..." he laughed and she cried as she came around his fingers, slumping even more into him.

"Now, Saint, I was going to let you live with some dignity. You had, after all, killed my long time enemy Sloth." He was now just pumping his fingers lazily in and out of her cunt. The Saint struggled not to push his hands off, knowing that he was already angry and not wanting to make a bad situation worse.

"But you almost bit my dick off so I'm going to play a game with you." He said, withdrawing his fingers and then bringing them to her lips to suck. She licked his fingers and her hands dropped to rest on her thighs, battling the urge to play with herself.

"If you make yourself cum faster than I do then you win and I'll let you be." He paused, dropping both his hands to below her breasts.

"Yes Master."

"If you make yourself come within one minute that I make you cum I'll keep you to myself and share you only if Pride wants you as well." He said, using a single hand to massage her breast.

"Yes Master."

"If you make yourself cum within two minutes I'll only share you about with Pride and other leaders within The Domain of Sin." He promised now using his other hand to massage her other breast.

"Yes Master."

"Within three minutes and I'll share you about with everyone I've mentioned so far and my men."

"Yes Master."

"If you take more than three minutes longer than me and I'll share you about with everyone mentioned thus far and at the last day of every month I'll bring you back to the settlement and instead of the wide-area-absorb-cleanse sigil you implemented yesterday, I'll make you implement a wide-area-absorb-arouse sigil then let you get fucked in stocks for all to see and feast on all the lust."

"Master, there's children in The Settlement. That's child pornography. You'll get this book banned."

"Fine, I'll mandate every adult man and woman to come to the training ground so that you can be put on stocks in the middle and then fucked. Then I'll put up a barrier so that no one under 18 can enter."

"Well okay master..."

"... Then I'll give a monetary reward to any human willing to perform a sexual act on you..."

"Guess I'll die from a STD."

"You're are too powerful for that, Saint. A High Demon can't die from an STD."

"Both my parents were human."

"Your High Demon essence is tied to your soul and is inherited when you kill a High Demon and consume their soul and is only taken away when someone else kills you and consumes your soul. And news flash Saint - no one in the Domain of Sin is willing to kill you because no one wants eternal torment. As long as you are a High Demon you cannot age nor get sick. That is why you still look 18 - the age you killed Sloth."

The Saint began to question the ethics of The Writer who would write such explicit scenes about a girl who looked 18.

"You are 23 though... To be honest part of the reason that Pride never did anything sexual is because you look too young and he doesn't go for woman who don't look at least 26... I can change your appearance if you want. The main thing is that you are immortal, hard to kill and cannot even kill yourself. Looking 18 isn't necessary to the plot."

"Well I suppose we should then master..."

She felt a warmth in her chest and a large sigil was deployed on her lighting up the pattern even under her shirt. She closed her eyes and when she opened them the only notable change was that her breasts got larger. She couldn't see herself without a mirror so there was that.

His hands started squeezing her breasts. "Yes. Thats much better."

"Thank you Master."

"So anyways as I was saying, if you take too long to make yourself cum I'll humiliate you in the future and you won't even be able to escape it through death."

"Sounds like the only option is to make myself cum really fast."

"Yes."