The Pact

Uploading this for Halloween 2026.

The Pact

In the year of our Lord, Eighteen Hundred and Fifty-Seven.

Night had fallen over the manor, a thick black cloud of silence suffocating any who dared disturb the peace of those who lived within. Perfect. It was just how the lady wanted it, the full moon was high in sky and she had arranged it to ensure there were no visitors to disturb her. All about the town it was known that the lady had a fever, and none would dare disturb her, even the loyal butler had been given the night away to prevent the flow of her sickness. Of course it was nothing but a falsehood, she was in the greatest of health and spirits for tonight would be the night she took control of her destiny for good. Her foolish oaf of a husband was away in India, dealing with some uprising or other such nonsense. She cared little; the house often felt more like a home when he wasn't there to infect it with his presence. At twenty and seven years of age, she had watched her life fly by without any mention of how she would like to live it. This was a man's world and she had only to obey in order to survive... but no longer.

She took the effort to wear one of her finest gowns for the event, a long black piece made of many layers and completed with a tight corset, which accentuated her valuable assets in just the right way as to appear beautiful without reducing her image to that of a common whore, she was in every way the precise symbol of sophisticated grace and dark charm. As thunder rumbled in the distance a smile crept over her pale lips and she knew it was time to begin the ritual. Along with so many of her friends she had discovered a peculiar interest in the ways of the occult, in particular those involving demons. She alone understood that creatures of such dark power did exist, and if they could be conjured, they could be tamed and brought under her heel. Then nothing would stand before her and the life she had always wanted, free to rule forever as the true queen she was, not stuck as the controlling mistress of a failed earl with no prospects. Finally she was ready, with no further distractions she turned the lock on her front door, sealing her away from the outside world and allowing her to begin her work.

She pulled back the cover of a particularly fond old book of hers, 'Doctor Faustus' and the mahogany bookshelf swung back to reveal a dark passageway buried within. She took the gas lamp on the table and ventured within; she held no fear of the dark, yet courage did not negate the need for caution. Down into the darkness she descended, until the corridor revealed the oak door at the far end which she opened excitedly, her fingers trembling at the prospect of her years of study finally paying off. The room was filled with her prized collection of treasures too valuable for the world to witness, a murder of stuffed crows in all sizes, a thousand candles forever burning, and the painting of her lord Baphomet, the one for whom all this was for. She had toiled weeks for everything to be ready in time for the moon, the candles were formed in the perfect circle containing the five-pointed star within, and each rune carved in her own blood to bind the demon and reflect her wills upon him. 'Eternity, Dominion, Freedom, Excitement, Wealth.'

There was a beautiful hush falling over the room, and then she began to chant the words she had been studied those long nights in the dark.

"Vos ipsi cogitate mihi quid faciam ut digitos corpus. Et cum haec verba legunt, imaginari currentem manus mea super vos. De voluptate tu nosti solus ego gratias cogitare possunt, quia ego daemonium Cleopatram Reginam tuo. Nunc ut vestri 'infectum quandam et terrorem adituri dabo in tenebris tentationibus meis et offer me in unum sicut et nos effugeret."

She repeated the words again and again, growing louder and more fervent with every incantation as her soul became lost in the dark ritual she was performing. After she had lost track of how long she had been chanting, a soft thought whispered in her mind. "Finish the ritual. Summon me."

She threw back her head and screamed aloud into the room. "I call upon you demon, come before me and grant me your blessing!"

Thumber rumbled overhead, the entire manor shook as though a lightning bolt had struck the ancient timbers, the air felt strangled and unable to breath, then there was a great sigh as the wind blew through the corridor into the room, cold fingers crawling up her neck and snuffing the candles. Even her gas lamp was not saved from the suffocation. She heard footsteps, impossible, she had locked every entrance she was sure of it. A flicker of trepidation crossed her as she felt her hand go to the derringer pistol she kept strapped under her garter. She flicked the trigger and pointed it towards the darkness. "Who goes there?" She demanded.

Silence. Then a low voice whispered in her ear. "Beautiful and deadly... I like this one." There was something about that voice she found so confusing, it was soft in all the right ways but still husky. The way a man should sound... Then she felt the pistol get warm in her hand and the voice continued. "Put that down dear, it's bad manners to shoot a guest after you invite him into your home."

"Intruders who break into a lady's house and sneak about in the dark deserve a bullet." She replied briskly.

The voice laughed gently, a sound that was deep and rang with power. "True, our kind do so love a good murder. But tonight I believe our business is a different sin entirely."

Our business... Excitement gripped her breast, could it be she had succeeded after all? "Demon?" she asked cautiously.

"Finally, she's slow to learn." The voice taunted.

Irritation broke from her lips. "Show yourself then and prove your claim!" She demanded of the dark.

Something brushed past the back of her hair, sending shivers trembling down her spine. "As my mistress commands..." the voice breathed softly into her ear, then there was another deep sigh as a thousand flames burst into light as one.

She blinked as her eyes grew accustomed to the light and saw there was nobody standing there. She nearly felt relieved until the voice spoke again. "Turn around mistress, I'd sooner talk your beautiful face, I fear my eyes would betray your virtue without supervision."

Is he... flirting with me?

Entirely unsure of what to expect at this point, she turned slowly to face the owner of the voice. Her eyes at first fell upon the painting of Baphomet, hoping he had come, and then realisation hit her as she saw the being she had conjured. It was a man, wearing the correct evening attire for a gentleman of high esteem: a three piece set of tails in the darkest shade of black she had ever laid eyes upon, his shoes polished bright enough to dazzle all who stared into them; he was armed with a walking cane carved from polished ebony, with a skull in place of the traditional ornamental pommel. He looked almost entirely human, with clear white skin and a perfectly healthy figure - even if slightly on the lean side. He had thick blonde hair which was cut short and with great precision to accentuate the many layers of colours buried within, however he had four great offences which marked him against the common man. First, there were a pair of large goat-like horns protruding from his forehead; second, his eyes were a deep shade of blood red the manner of which no human could ever naturally produce; third, there was a long tail hanging carelessly from behind him; and finally, there was a perverse bulge in his trousers which no gentleman would ever allow to be displayed in the presence of a lady.

"Who are you?" She asked cautiously, unsure of what to make of this creature.

The demon smirked at her, a confident gesture radiating arrogance - nothing unusual from a male, then he spoke it that hypnotic hum of his. "I'm the one you summoned, or has my magnificent presence stunned you into forgetting that already?"

His vulgar demeaner snapped her back to her senses. "I summoned Baphomet." She responded curtly, making his disdain for this demon apparent. "You are not him. Who are you?"

At the mention of Baphomet, the male's smirk grew more obnoxious and he spoke in a voice poorly repressing his twisted glee. "Names have power my lady, best be careful about throwing them about."

"Demon!" She shrieked, furious at the disappointment he had so far been to her. "I am your mistress, I summoned you, and I demand you tell me your name and why you have come instead of Baphomet."

The creature winced sarcastically at her fury. "I quiver with fear... Please oh powerful mistress, don't punish your poor demon..." He still hadn't moved from his perch, his power continued to radiate from him while her own felt feeble against such a beast. She was not used to having such little effect on men, even the bravest quailed before her rage. Suddenly a docile smile came across his lips, and she could not help admiring that he was quite a beautiful creature in the candlelight. Not handsome, nor rugged, but uniquely beautiful, reminiscent of a master sculpture or fine painting. "Very well, I am a generous demon." He conceded amiably. "I'll give you what you want to know."

She waited impatiently for several moments, before he continued to speak. Clearly the hell spawn was savouring her frustration. "Baphomet was a creation of King Phillip in his persecution of the Knights Templar and later used to personify the image of the devil by the Pope. I'd hate to disappoint you, but he doesn't exist. Therefore, I'm under no obligation to tell you my name. You summoned me only because I chose to come, you'll have to bind me to your will yourself."

A falsehood? Oh... Damn! She tried not to let her disappointment and bitterness show, a lady always kept her emotions tempered behind her armour. "Very well then. If you are not the one I wished for, then why did you come at all?" She asked, in a strained voice.

She felt a hand brushing the back of her hair, and the demon's soft voice whispered in her ear. "Because you intrigue me..."

She felt goose bumps on her neck despite herself and turned slowly to see what dared sneak behind her. As she turned she saw the demon vanish from the wall and appear in his new line of sight, clearly an example of his supernatural abilities. The laws of motion meant nothing to this abomination. His red eyes stared directly into hers and she felt her knees tremble slightly at the darkness she saw within, he was staring at her with such passion she did not could be witnessed in a pair of eyes, then his melodic tones rang out once again. "You're an ambitious and talented woman, so confined in this little cage you call society..."

She saw the candles were starting to dim, and the demon was once again behind her, his arms coiling around her waist. "Desperate for excitement, for power... all the things a demon loves to see in his mistress. One as beautiful and terrible as you might be enough to use my power, and I'm curious to let you try..."

She hadn't noticed it before, but the Demon had an extremely relaxing smell, like burning Elder and incense. His hands and voice were soothing as well, it had been so long since she'd met a man worthy of her attention... Suddenly her head was shaken clear and she pushed the creature away. "Nice try." She scolded him. "I'm not your usual mortal, you cannot just whisper sweet words in my ear and whisk me away. Now do what I have summoned you for or go back to Hades where you belong, and I shall conjure another who will do my bidding."

A flicker of concern flashed behind those red eyes and she knew she had him, the Demon wanted to be in their world. He recovered swiftly though. "So commanding..." He mused, "Has anyone ever told you are extremely beautiful? I imagine a woman as wild as you could give even demons a glimpse of temptation..."

She really liked that thought, her eyes betraying her interest as they fell unbid to the Demon's... protrusion. The lady could only hope he did not see her gaze lingering a moment too long before she once again cleared her throat and regained her composure. "Yes, they have." She said in a voice of feigned boredom, trying to ignore the heat from the candles. "You speak well Demon." She conceded tactfully, "you move like a dancer, always evading my questions and demands; however my patience has run its course and I will be sending you back presently. This is your final chance."

Irritation was building inside the creature, she could tell. This was not going he had hoped, and she knew she had him trapped now. "As you wish... My lady." The Demon said obligingly. "Let's get to business then. You summoned me with a series of wishes, the nature of them is why I chose to visit." He cackled slightly and slouched against the wall again, his bulge growing ever more prominent... Not that she noticed such things.

"Power, eternity, excitement." He emphasised the last word in a most sinister fashion. "I can offer you all these things, but I am not an angel; I don't do it for charity, or out of the goodness of my heart... I can assure you it stopped beating many eons ago."

She had been dreading this part, demons were evil and untrustworthy by definition, of course there would be a price to pay. "And what am I to offer?" She asked sarcastically. "My first-born child, my husband's cock, my name?"

He laughed aloud and sprung forward from his wall. "Oh no, nothing like that. If nothing else I do not need any of those." Once again he vanished, and he was teasing at her hair from behind him. "You can feel it for yourself..." He whispered in her ear, and she knew she could, it was pressing against her dress and her body was reacting to its presence without her consent. "Why would I need your husband's pitiful cock when I have a very suitable one already?" He placed a soft hand against her throat and breathed, in his low voice. "Any children you bear will be creatures of Hell, already in my claim... won't they?" She felt his lips less than an inch from her ear as he added the final word. "Cassandra."

The skin on her neck surrendered to goose bumps and she trembled, he knew her true name... not even her husband knew that part of her. "Speak. Your. Terms." She commanded, in a voice far feebler than she wished it would be.

He appeared in front of her again, only this time he was holding a strange device in his hand. He raised his arm and a red ribbon descended from his fingers, it was so long it nearly touched the floor, yet as he spun his fingers lazily, the ribbon seemed to shrink and grow as the demon saw fit. "Like so many things you'll learn tonight, don't be fooled by appearances." The creature warned. "This ribbon has the power you crave. As long as you wear it you'll be marked as my mistress, and I will have no option but to obey your every command."

She reached out to grab it and the demon yanked his hand away. "Tut tut, not like that." He chastised her, "You don't just snatch like a child, you earn it like a lady. You summoned me, but it's up to you to determine how you'll bind me. Humans have to wear the ribbon of their own free will."

Like a lady? What could he possibly have in mind? She wondered if the thoughts of the demon were as wicked as her own at that moment, judging by his vulgar mannerisms and other characteristics too crude to mention, he was certainly a male. All males were vulnerable to the same weakness of character, none had yet been able to resist her charms. She stood up straight and arched her back in the fashion of a true lady to best accentuate her curves. "Then I'll just have to take it from you." She purred seductively, waiting to see if the demon responded.

A terrible smile crept across his sculptured features. "Are you going to see if you can seduce me in exchange for my ribbon?" He teased her; his voice thick was smugness.

Naturally, the demon would have seen through her ruse, but she did not care, just because he knew she had a reason did not mean he wouldn't enjoy it any less. "How clever you are demon." She said sarcastically. "Yet I think you'll be giving over that ribbon soon enough."

He stepped forward again and she felt his powerful hands around her waist, with one snaking its way up her torso. "And what makes you think that?" His voice whispered gently, and she could not repress a tremor of excitement despite herself, she had always had an unhealthy appetite for the darker pleasures of the flesh, and this demon was like no man she had ever encountered. She would have to be careful how to proceed or she would find herself in a most powerless position.

She reclined into his arms and felt her hand wander unbidden to his crotch, there was something about that voice of his that made her so wicked. It was already too late for her to consider sending him back to hell, not that she ever would have, for once a mortal feels the touch of a demon they find themselves craving nothing else. Her fingers danced over the fabric of his clothing and she was surprised to find it was so soft, almost as though his attire itself was eager for her to tease him. "Because I don't imagine you have too many delights in Hell that can match what I can offer..." She breathed softly, then uttered a faint gasp as his hand clasped around her breast.

His hand squeezed tighter and suddenly the bulge against her hand began to twitch, it felt as though the creature was growing even larger. "Mistake." The demon chuckled lightly in her ear, then she felt a sharp constriction of her windpipe as his tail coiled around her throat. "You have offered yourself to a demon."

She was spun roughly by the neck and choked a gasp as she saw what she had unleashed. The creature's tails and gentlemanly attire was gone, instead the demon stood naked before her and proudly displaying his glory, there was no shame in his form like she had seen in all her previous lovers. No, this beast stood strong and erect with great purpose and confidence, his whole body was radiating power and was given such perfection in appearance she wondered if he was the true inspiration for the artists of old. Then her eyes fell upon his most sinful feature, there was no other way to describe his phallus but glorious... much as it shamed her to admit it, she had often felt her previous partners were lacking that aspect, this demon however looked almost likely to tear her apart. She knew she must never allow it to defile her, least she suffer serious harm. The creature's tail pulled tighter around her neck, forcing her to her knees as she was made to be eye level with the hell spawn's great cock. "Forgive me Cassandra." He teased her, his deep voice dripping with sarcasm. "I never was one for patience, so let's just skip to the fun shall we?"

Her eyes widened as her head was forced ever closer to his bulging cock, it was almost as big as her mouth, she would never be able to take it inside of her. Even so there was some terrible part of her that felt keen to perform the challenge, clearly this demon was playing cruel tricks with her mind. There was a strange smell seducing her senses as well, not the usual revulsion of the common man, the demon even smelled of power and... excitement? She had never experienced such a strange sensation, bound by his power and forced to act against her will, yet her mouth opened of its own accord and her tongue flicked against him. Once, then twice... before she knew it he was inside her mouth, her tongue rolling over the tip of his great cock, the creature let out a sharp exhale of breath and she could feel her body tingle at the sound. What spell has been placed on me? The tail around her neck loosened slightly and she made great use of her increased breath, allowing for far greater strokes of him with her tongue; once she even attempted to see how much of him she could taste at once, but found he was far too large for her to even reach half way down his magnificent shaft. She had summoned the demon to serve her, yet her she was on her knees before him and revelling in the pleasure she was granting to this hellish creature. Only for now though, his guard was lowered, and she would use it to her advantage and claim that ribbon for her own... perhaps she would be safe however and weaken him just a little more.

Her hand was stroking furiously while her tongue lashed against him, but he showed no signs of weakening beneath her. "I think you're enjoying yourself down there." The Demon teased her, she looked up to his red eyes and dropped him a wink. Finally she felt the creature shake slightly, he was skilled at resisting, but she was a talented woman and knew he could not hold out forever. She grabbed him roughly by the waist and pushed him against the wall.

"And I want you to give me what you have." She replied wickedly, before taking him in her mouth again, this time her tongue torturing one specific spot she knew from experience caused all men to shake, the creature gasped again, and she knew his climax would almost be upon him. She was about to pull her head away from him when the tail tightened around her neck and she felt his rough hands on her face.

"Then take your reward!" He laughed cruelly and his whole body shook with primal euphoria as his orgasm took hold of him. She was expecting the usual salt and weak liquid texture she had grown accustomed to, that was not what this Demon gave. Her mouth was filled almost instantly with the power of his ejaculation and the taste was almost sweet, far more pleasant than she imagined and worryingly it could almost be considered something she would like to taste again.

Once she was done, she was pulled from him and made to stare up at him. "Still want that ribbon?" He asked her coyly, "or are you after a baser need?"

As he spoke, she could feel herself being raised back to her feet and the creature's hands gently stroking the fabric of her dress. "This looks expensive..." he mused faintly, then his claws flashed and in a single precise strike the material split in two, falling away to reveal her exposed beneath, yet miraculously he had not left a mark upon her delicate flesh.

She gasped in outrage at the destruction of her favourite attire, but the fury was short lived as she was thrown against the wall herself and his fingers violated her deepest intimacy. "My my..." he breathed faintly in her ear. "Have you been this wet for me all this time?"

Another gasp escaped her lips, though not one of rage, but of shock at how weak his fingers made her feel. His every touch made her skin tingle like she had been shocked by the static knobs in winter, she did not even realise her body could be sensitive to a single touch until he proved her otherwise. "No..." She whispered back. "You... insult me..." she protested weakly, desperately attempting not to moan as his finger slipped inside her. With her clitoris being expertly served both externally and from within her own body, she could feel herself slipping away and wondering what delights the mortal world could ever offer to compete with this.

His soft voice whispered in her ear, "I insult nothing... I merely observe."

She audibly let out a whimper as she felt his second finger slip inside of her. No man had ever been able to make her feel quite so wicked as this demon had managed in such a short period of time, the situation was slipping from her control and she felt her cares escape with it. "And... what do you observe?" She breathed, through careful gasps.

By way of reply, the demon forced his lips upon hers and she fought him for an entire second before he mouth succumbed to his advances. He tongue tentatively tasted his, then all her fear melted away and her hands flew to his head, gripping him by the horns and forcing his head steady as she craved the wicked taste of his tongue again. He invaded her mouth freely and she surrendered herself entirely to his conquest. It was beyond how far she was willing to go to subdue him at this point, now she had to see far he would take her on this adventure into the embrace of lust. His fingers were expertly teasing her, and she knew it was inevitable that something else was going to fill her soon, no longer did that thought fill her with fear or revolution, but with excitement. Something as magnificent as the instrument the demon played would make her cry the praises of hell, she knew he would bring her greater relief than any doctor of hysteria ever could. They broke apart just for a moment, and she leaned forward to try to recapture the kiss, but she was choked back by his wicked tail. "That you want to serve my needs." He teased her cruelly.

Yes! Use me! She gasped aloud at the suggestion and felt her knees weaken at his words. "I serve none but myself..." She replied weakly, entirely aware of the lie in her voice.

His tail pulled at her throat again and suddenly his fingers withdrawn from her body, leaving her delicate body throbbing for so much more. "As you wish." He replied cruelly, then his tail uncoiled, and she felt the wind return to her lungs.

She stood there for a moment, feeling furious at this tormenting creature, and at her herself for own damned stubborn pride. His red eyes narrowed as he watched her, a wicked smile on his face as she felt the heat of his gaze burn through her. His presence no longer bothered her, he had left her desperate and she needed more. She dropped her knees and frantically ran her fingers against her screaming clitoris, if he was not going to help then she would have to take things into her own hands. His stares only served to amplify her desire, she felt no shame, only lust. The lady let out a slightly gasp as she felt her fingers slip inside her, replacing those of the demon to a far lesser standard. Her touch was clumsy and unsatisfying, she needed more.

The demon stared at her, a terrible smile on her as he enjoyed watching her defile herself for him. "Is that fitting behaviour for a lady?" He teased, already his glorious cock was hard in hand and she found herself staring at it as she felt her two fingers furiously working to please her.

"You..." She gasped, both in pleasure and rage. "You... wicked demon... you have driven me to this."

He laughed at her cruelly and began to stroke himself slowly. She felt her mouth open involuntarily as she watched him, her pride was everything she had... and it seemed so unimportant compared to her need for him right now. "Oh have I now?" He mused, entirely aware of the effect he had on her. "Just accept it... you want me to take you."

She felt her fingers hit the right spot at last and she gasped, "Yes!" The Lady Cassandra stared straight up at the demon, dead in his enchanting red eyes. "Take me like the animal I am, fill me like a common whore!" She pleaded, her pride could recover, her anger if she allowed this to pass would not.

The demon smirked and his tail coiled around her throat again, she was rather starting to enjoy the feeling of it doing that... "As you wish." He breathed, then pulled her up to her feet and pushed her against the wall, she bent over with her hands pressed firmly to the stone, presenting herself for him to take her.

"Please..." She breathed, ashamed of her own weakness. "Please... F-fuck me..."

He chuckled, "Such vulgar language from a lady..." She felt his hands clasp around her waist and then the unmistakable feeling of something wicked pressing against her. Her tip was teasing itself inside, already her body was burning for more. "I'm not sure you should be saying such things, you sound like a harlot."

She had a wonderful idea and acted impulsively on it. "I am one now." She declared, then thrust out her back so he was forced inside her. Instantly she felt a euphoria no man had ever been able to grant her, this demon's thick cock stretched her so perfectly. It was gloriously thick, it hurt a little as her body tried to adapt to take this new intrusion, but within a matter of moments that was replaced by sheer pleasure.

"You are indeed..." The demon observed, his hands tightening around her and his claws starting to dig into her sides. "And I think it's time I took your services."

Yes!

A great moan of pleasure escaped her lips, the creature had begun to move inside of her. Slowly at first, she could feel her every nerve throbbing for more as he withdrew carefully, that beautifully smooth body-part of his glided effortlessly inside of her, despite his considerable girth it was like he was shaped perfectly for her. She had never felt anything like it before, she had many items upstairs of course, including a rather unique ivory that never failed her... but she could not remember how she had ever enjoyed feeling now, the demon knew exactly how to treat her. She could feel her body loosening as she grew used to the feeling of him inside of her and he clearly sensed it. There was a sharp tugging on her hair as he grasped it in his strong fingers, the pain was gentle and soothing to her, then he yanked it in time with a deep thrust as she felt him further than he had previously been. "Yes..." She moaned as her head was forced up, "harder..."

He was delighted to oblige her. She could feel his thick cock filling all the way to her stomach, and it left no space for her to wish there were more of him inside of her (unlike her other lovers), he was perfect and the feeling of him resting at peak thrust within her was exquisite. It was fortunate he was holding her steady, for the moment he began to increase his speed she felt her knees give way to his assault. The demon was taking her roughly now, like an animal, and she loved it. His strokes were hard and fast, each left her shaking for more when he pulled out to only his tip, then gasp and moan when he filled her again. She wished she could insult him, say anything at all, even praise him, but she could utter no sound beyond moans of pleasure and curses as she succumbed to him. Nothing else mattered with now, she needed more of this, it could not be only one night, she would not allow it to be.

"Do you still doubt me Cassandra?" He demanded of her.

"No..." She gasped, then another moan overtook her, and she nearly dropped to knees, but his strong grip kept her aloft. "Please... don't... stop... I'm so... close!"

He did as he was bid and took her even harder, she didn't understand how this demon had so much power in every stroke, but he did, it only took him three further thrusts before she felt her body tightening as the intense feeling built up inside her. "You are no lady!" he taunted her. "You're just an arrogant whore."

"YES!" She screamed as the pressure exploded within her. She threw back her head and howled with delight, her whole body shook and tightened around his magnificent cock, which only served to amplify the pleasure she was already experiencing. It was beyond the powers of description or measurement, her whole body trembled, and she felt the gates of heaven itself opening for her, as the demon soared with her. She had never reached such an intense feeling of pleasure before, let alone at such speed. This demon was beyond anything she could comprehend, only that she knew she must not let him get away from her now she had tasted the delights of Hell. Then she let out a weak gasp as she attempted to take a breath.

"Welcome to my power Cassandra..." The demon taunted her, his voice soothing her quivering form.

She inhaled a much-needed breath, then it was forced out of her suddenly as he began to move inside of her again. She needed to recover, it wasn't possible for her to keep enduring such relentless... enticing... additive pleasure. Already she had lost her trail of thought, she could not focus on anything more than his cock deep inside of her, and how glad she was that he was continuing to take her like the whore she was. She was playing with dark and dangerous forces, the demon would make her his slave if she was not careful, although right now she could not imagine more delightful than being owned by such a magnificent specimen if this was the treatment she received. "Yes..." She gasped, unbid.

The Demon laughed and she felt his hand roughly strike her on the arse, she let out a moan and secretly hoped for another, she was no longer a lady, she was just his whore now and deserved to be treated that way. "Say thank you." He instructed.

She only let out a moan and received another spanking for her disobedience. It was extremely to speak when he was inside her, his every thrust forced the breath from her body and her mind was very much engaged elsewhere, words were not a priority for her right now. "Thank... You." She gasped in between strokes.

The Demon's hands ran further up her body and she felt his firm hands clamp around her exposed breasts, supporting them as they bounced wildly against his assault. His fingers were surprisingly soft, but still so tough as they firmly pinched her nipples and she felt the pressure building up of her again. She had no way to resist the effect this creature had on her body. This time however she was denied the satisfaction, right as she reached the edge of climax it was torn from her. The demon hastily withdrew, and she collapsed to the floor. "I was close..." She muttered scornfully.

He just smirked at her, "I know."

He took his cock in his hands and began to stroke it slowly. She could not help but watch, so mesmerised by the performance. Her mouth began to water again, and she could feel how much she desired to taste another dose of his thick sperm. However another part of her body was calling out of for him even louder. She could feel the gaping emptiness inside of her from where he had so recently ravaged her, and she was not finished with him yet. She lay down on the floor on her back and opened her legs for him. "Have I worn you out already demon?" She cooed, her fingers gently massaging her clit while she wait for his cock to come back to her.

The demon looked down at her, "Not yet my dear." He replied, "but you are no longer going to be able to orgasm without my consent. So you had best work towards pleasing me."

She didn't have to wait long for his attention, within moments he was on top of her and his tongue was inside her mouth, the taste of him made her feel so alive with passion, the creature had such intensity and purpose with his kiss. She felt the tip of his cock pressing against her and her body trembled for him, she needed to feel him inside of her again or she would burst. "Please." She begged of the demon, "Fuck me."

He smirked and she let out a scream of euphoria as he slipped inside of her. He was not gentle. He was barely in before his hand was around her throat and she was under heavy assault from the sheer force of his cock ravaging her. His claws raked into her delicate flesh and she saw deep scars being drawn across her as his fingers moved over her body, and each time he raked her it just made her feel even more wicked with desire and pleasure, the pain only served to heighten the stimulation her body was already feeling. His strong fingers pinched her nipples tightly and she gasped aloud, he was threatening to tear them from her, and she only wanted more, being taken roughly the way no man had ever dared before. She could never compete with this level of domination and knew she'd never be able to take another lover again after this. Her eyes were forced closed so she could only savour the feeling of him driving her body to new heights, her mind escaping from the earthly confines of the flesh. She was so close now, she could feel herself ready the inevitable climax once again, but this creature still showed no sign of stopping. "Please Demon..." She whispered, "I need to..."

The Demon smirked and thrusted even faster, sending her back arching and her eyes rolled into her head. "Endure it, you haven't pleased me enough yet."

She couldn't, he was pushing her closer to the edge with every movement, but somehow her body was refusing to let her give her what she needed, the mind may have resisted by her flesh was completely under his control now. Then a terrible thought occurred to her, as he reached the deepest part of her she tightened her muscles around his thick cock, the trick she had learned to use on all men. "Fuck..." The demon gasped, then pulled himself out of her, the sensation enough to tip her over the edge for good this time. He was going to cum, and she wasn't going to let him be the only one to enjoy the sensation.

Her captor was not far behind, almost the moment his tip left her body he was exploding onto her, covering her pale skin with copious amounts of his produce and each warm drop of him on her flesh only made her shake even harder as she gasped and felt the most powerful orgasm in her young life overtake her. "YES!" She howled, "Cover me!"

She was unable to stop herself howling or shaking for several moments, the feeling of her body tightening around his thick cock only served to heighten her euphoria and every times she thought she had recovered, she moved the smallest fraction and discovered that there was still more for her body to give her. She had been reduced to nothing more than a trembling ruin of a woman, a depraved slut in a simple hour because of this demon's unbelievable power over her mind. It was then she noticed the red ribbon dangling loosely from the demon's hands and her purpose was restored to her, even if slightly warped. If she were to take the power from him, then rather than fulfil whatever notions she had planned originally, she could keep him entirely for her own. She placed her hand over his under the notion of recovering from their intense session, then laced her fingers around the fabric and snatched it right from his grasp.

"Clever girl." He muttered, attempting to swipe it back from her only to be deflected by her other hand. "Looks like you have succeeded after all..." He pulled his cock from her with a very noticeable pop, and she felt that glorious ache as her body yearned to feel him back inside.

She teased the fabric between her fingers, it was soft like silk, and glowing with a strange heat all of its own. "All I need to do is wrap this around my neck, and you are completely under my control?" She asked coyly, remembering perfectly well what he'd told her.

He nodded, an unnatural air of calm was in his voice. "Wearing that ribbon will bind me to your power, and I will have no choice but to obey your command."

The Lady had expected him to offer more resistance to being bound than that, especially after he had made such a great show of dominating her and using her for his own purposes. "You seem very indifferent to that demon." She observed.

He smirked at her, "Do I?" He asked slyly. "Perhaps I have just accepted my fate, I can only imagine what you'll ask of me after begging for such wicked things."

She touched the ribbon to her skin tentatively, and instantly felt her body tremble and scream a warning, forcing her to withdraw it at once. Her brain began to work rapidly, and a treacherous idea came into her mind. Demons were notoriously tricky creatures, especially this one, perhaps instead of binding him to her, there was the chance he was tricking her and binding her to him. She needed to test her theory... The lady climbed extremely shakily to her feet and offered the ribbon to him. "Then demon, after such a dazzling performance... I do believe the honour of wearing this should go to you, you have shown me that I am weak and unworthy of power. Only fit to be fucked by you, and I would never be parted from the pleasure you have given me this night."

He made no move, but to smile at her strangely and shake his head, "I cannot wear the ribbon. If you wish to be mine, then simply put it on and command me to take ownership of you."

That answer did little to ease her suspicions, only to confirm what she already suspected. She turned her back to him and made a great show of fumbling at the ribbon. "I can't tie it, would you mind?" She asked weakly.

"But of course... I live to serve my mistress." He chuckled.

You will.

She felt his fingers caress her next softly and she struck. She grabbed his hand and whirled around, then coiled the ribbon around his wrist and tied it into a knot before he had the chance to stop her. The demon yelped in surprise, then realised what she had done and howled in rage. The ribbon began to coil around his flesh like a serpent, slithering its way up his arm until it wrapped itself around his neck and took the form of a thick iron collar. "You... you would turn down ultimate power?" He demanded of her.

She smirked and crossed her arms, staring him down with complete confidence. "I secure it." She replied smugly, "Demons are not honest creatures by nature, and the fact it must be worn of my own free will makes me believe it is not a mark of power, but submission. Looking at that lovely collar appearing around your neck, it seems I was correct."

The demon grunted and pulled at his restraint, but his claws scratched feebly off it and he could not obtain a grip to pull at it. "You're smarter than I envisioned..." He conceded bitterly. "Well played."

Lady Cassandra smirked at him, he looked rather enticing in that collar, the demon looked so enraged at being chained and so powerless to do anything about it. "Am I to understand that you are now mine?" She asked.

He gritted his teeth, then nodded. "Yes Mistress." He replied, "From now until you release me, or death take you, I am yours." A smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, "To do whatever you command... to please you."

"Excellent, now tell me Demon. What is your name?"

His eyes flashed and he bowed low, "I am Samael. The trickster and lord of free will, the deal maker and he who spits in the eye of God."

"Fine titles..." She mused, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Samael." Her eyes fell onto his body, she could not resist it, now he was his to command how long would she be able to resist? "Stand still, and do not move until I tell you." She ordered him, and instantly he froze.

She walked up to her new plaything and gently ran her fingers down his chest, feeling the firm muscles bulging covering him, then she glided around him and placed an arm against him from behind, finally stopping when her hand closed around that glorious asset of his. "Does that feel good demon?" She whispered softly in his ear, gently stroking his thick cock.

"Yes Mistress." He breathed, unable to move, forced to endure her teasing until was satisfied.

She gently planted a kiss on his neck, "Good." Her hand started to move a little faster, "And now?"

He let out a low rumble which she could only assume to be some manner of purr, "Better."

"Good..."

"Tell me what you'd like Demon." She command.

He was silent for a moment, then she tightened her grip around him, and he gasped. "To please you Mistress. I would lay you down and show you the delights of hell, ruin all mortal men for you and continue to explore the divinity of lust with you until were satisfied, or until such passion consumes you that you fall to demonhood and we are bound together in Hell for eternity."

That doesn't sound too bad... "Mmm... if I gave you permission to move, what would you do?"

"I would throw you back onto the floor and do whatever was in my power to pleasure you."

She started stroking him even faster, "Tempting... very tempting." He was starting to let out a minor moan and it only invigorated her. "Beg me." She commanded.

"Please my seductive Mistress, allow me to pleasure you. It is my purpose in life, and I wish only to fill it, the feeling of your fingers around me is tormenting me worse than the flames to which I have grown accustomed, I need to feel you around me again until you are sated. Only then can I be truly content."

It was hard to resist such wonderful begging, and she could not deny the longing inside her any longer, she needed to feel this demon inside her again until she was physically incapable of continuing. "Lie down." She commanded.

The Demon obeyed, yet she did not stop stroking him the entire time, he was not going to be let off so easily. She climbed on his body, and rubbed herself against his magnificent protrusion, allowing her own excitement to show and wet his cock, without letting it inside of her. She slowly moved on him, feeling the full length of his shaft bulging against her. "Keep begging." She commanded. He would be given his wish soon, her body was struggling intensely under the pressure of resisting just pushing his cock inside of her and taking him right there.

"Please Mistress." He begged desperately. "Your body against me is driving me wild with lust like no succubus of Hell has ever achieved. I need to feel you, please use my cock and fuck me."

There no longer any question of her being able to resist. His pleading pushed her to the limit and she could do nothing but position herself directly over him, and slowly lower her body onto him, feeling him entering her, every inch of him slowly stretching her made her quiver and she feared her mind would overload with the sheer intensity of the feelings she was experiencing. There was nothing else like it, he was filling her even further than before and she could feel him pressing inside her all the way to her stomach, she had never known it was possible to be so full and love it so wickedly. She gasped aloud when she finally reached the base of his shaft and for several moments she just sat there, her body getting familiar with the feeling of him. After her mind had finally settled to a tolerable level of coherency, she began to slowly move her hips and instantly she knew this was the best of all their positions thus far. Her body was coursing with lightning, popping her every cell and nerve with sheer euphoric pleasure and the intoxication of sin, the Lady Cassandra was gone for good and her morality would never be returning now. "Worship me." She commanded.

The demon let out a moan as she began to move faster, "I love the feeling of your tight body around me. The angels of Heaven pale in comparison to your beauty and the demons of Hell cannot match your wicked temptations. Lady Cassandra, you own what little of my soul remains and I am thankful for it, I shall serve you until we are forced apart and I shall be the luckiest demon in the world for having such a mistress."

His every word fuelled her passions and desire, increasing the speed of her movements until she was moving so quickly she had to grasp his horns for support, using them to steady her as she rode him more vigorously than a cavalryman in the charge. "Yes..." She breathed, already feeling herself approaching the edge of her pleasure.

The creature made her feel so alive and sensitive to his touches, and already she had achieved so much tonight, it made her determined to ride through it and discover just what the true temptations of Lust can achieve.

It was impossible to determine how long they were down in the basement, only that when the servants returned to work the next morning they found their Mistress fast asleep in her bed. However to those eyes that can see into the divine, they would have seen an entirely different view. As the eyes of Heaven and Hell witnessed the unholy union that took place in the candle light, they looked from human to demon, demon to human, and not a single soul could determine which was the true Temptress...