The Damned Demon

"...That is the face of a satisfied slutty slave."

Just as Rebecca regained a wisp of her senses, these words were like knives stabbing into her pride as they echoed in her mind. Her hands trembled as her body limply hung in mid air under the restraints.

Despite gathering all her willpower to not let him make her body succumb to him for the second time, she failed! Why…Why was it so hard to not make herself look pathetic before him? But the worst part was that she was starting to feel a void within her nether regions, causing an itch that was eating away at her sanity, especially whenever she felt his touch.

"Looks like you are the silent one now. What happened? Was it so good that you forgot to speak?" Asher asked as he traced a finger over her jawline and down towards her throat while caressing over her choker.

Rebecca's lips quivered as she couldn't even find the voice to curse him. Her lips weakly parted as she tried to find her voice in the darkness.

She wanted nothing more than to sink into oblivion, disappear through the floorboards, and escape the shame etched into every fiber of her being. And when she finally found some strength, she summoned whatever remnants of pride she had left, "You...you animal. I will skin you alive one day..." she spat, struggling against her bindings.

His laughter rang out, rich and deep, filling the room with its infectious melody. Ignoring her protests, he leaned in once more, whispering huskily in her ear, "You were a virgin just a day or two ago, my slave. Are you sure your body has enough experience to handle more, especially in this inferior shell you are in? Maybe I should test it."

Rebecca's breath froze in her chest, feeling a fear she had never known before gripping her body…The fear of crumbling to her most hated enemy.

"N-No…Not again!" Rebecca managed to rasp out while her hands weakly but desperately trembled, unconsciously trying to free herself.

She knew he was right about the fact that this human shell was far inferior in terms of healing, stamina, strength and basically everything.

And to add to it, she was not used to these annoying sensations that just lock up her body. If she was to experience it again then…she didn't even want to imagine that!

Hearing her trembling voice filled with fear, Asher smirked up at her, "Oh, come now, my pet. I am not whipping a defenseless woman anymore, am I? Besides, I promised to make you pay for your sins – and I intend to collect in full."

"I…I take it back. I w-would rather get tortured in another way!" Rebecca winced in shame as she somehow swallowed her pride and coughed out her words, despite knowing that she indirectly admitted defeat for today.

"Oh my…Did I hear you right? Does that mean I can whip you anywhere on your body, especially your weak points?" Asher asked as his lips curved into a twisted smile.

Rebecca once again forgot to breathe as she realized the blunder of her own words. If he whipped her down there or her armpits, then it won't be much different. She couldn't even predict how the pain factor would make things worse.

"T-There has to be another way!" Rebecca said as she shook her head with gritted teeth.

"Hm…there might be," With a flick of his wrist, the ropes binding her wrists loosened enough for him to free one arm. Grasping her delicate fingers, he guided them towards his erection, still concealed beneath his low-slung pants.

"Feel that?" he growled, "I don't know if you ever held a man's true weapon or know the fact that a man's weapon can only be calmed down by a woman. So…do you have what it takes to calm down my weapon, which is no less fierce than a dragon?"

Her fingertips brushed against the huge bulge in his pants, feeling its heat radiating through the fabric. She had only felt this monstrous, ugly thing inside her once. But feeling its outline in her palm made her unconsciously swallow her saliva, wondering how her body managed to accommodate this monster.

But hearing his question, she instinctively drew back her hand in disgust and anger. Does he really expect her to touch his grotesque thing?! What was worse was that its appearance was human no less which made it even more revolting.

"Oh? Does this mean you would prefer my former punishment for the rest of the day instead of satisfying my little dragon for a few minutes?" Asher asked as he grabbed her free wrist tightly.

"You can't be serious…" Rebecca muttered as she bared her teeth and tried to squirm her wrist out of his iron-like grip in vain.

"When it comes to these things, I can never be more serious. But don't test your master's patience. If you are too late to agree, I will just keep punishing you as I like until the next morning," Asher said with a cold smile.

"I…I…" Rebecca felt her heart thud against her chest as she was under pressure to make a quick decision until she felt that touching his ugly thing was better than the way he punished her for hours earlier.

"Fine! I-I will do it since you seem to want it so badly," Rebecca said as she took in a deep breath while trying to make herself not appear weak.

Asher smirked as he suddenly cut down the mana ropes.

"Ah!" Rebecca was startled as her exhausted body suddenly fell to the floor, crumbling upon it but allowing her to finally remove this stupid blindfold.

"Get started already. I don't have all day."

She squinted as she hatefully raised her head. But her eyes widened upon seeing a one-eyed monster looming right above her head, casting a thick and long shadow on her face.

She could see the veins pulsing over its skin, and the weird smell from it was annoyingly messing with her senses, making her feel a bit giddy. But as her gaze shifted downwards, she had a look of disbelief upon seeing his huge ball sack. Just what kind of beast was this bastard?

She had seen quite a lot of dicks, all of them right before she froze and crushed them as a means of torture, but none of them were anywhere near this big.

She immediately crawled back to get away from its annoying smell and slowly raised her hand until it touched the hot skin of his massive erection.

She felt the urge to recoil instantly in disgust, but she pressed on since she didn't want to give him any excuses.

This determination to see this through quickly prompted her to curl her fingers around his thickness, and for a moment, she felt so tempted to just rip this grotesque thing out.

But an electric charge seemed to ripple through her body at first contact, surprising her with its intensity and the simmering heat radiating off it. The feeling of his thickness filling her palm gave her a foreign sensation she struggled to comprehend.

"What's this? Stroke and pamper it like a good slave with your hand instead of simply holding it like a lollipop," Asher said with a sharp look.

"L-Lolli what?" Rebecca clicked her tongue in annoyance and awkwardly, she began to explore the silky steel encased within her grip, disgusted by the contrasting textures yet surprised and unsettled by the undeniable power contained therein.

Asher watched her discovery play out with a mixture of amusement and irritation. While he appreciated her efforts, her lack of experience was evident in her awkward and clumsy handling. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he roughly grabbed hold of hers, adjusting her grip to suit his preferences.

"Do it like this," he growled, guiding her movements as if molding clay, "Slow, deliberate strokes. Feel every inch of me, and then you will know how to serve me better."

"Ugh…" Rebecca grunted in revulsion but forced herself to let her hand submit to his commands, recognizing the need to get this over with.

Swallowing her pride, she followed his instructions, focusing intently on mimicking his actions. "Fuck. You are finally getting good at pleasing your master," he groaned, throwing his head back.

She grudgingly kept staring at her fingers as they slid up and down over his imposing length, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling within her. Hate, disgust, and resentment battled for supremacy alongside intrigue, shock, and an unwelcome shiver of heat radiating down there.

Each stroke allowed her to see the way his foreskin slid back, revealing his pink glans that gave off a frustratingly heady smell while feeling the way her hand slid over his thick veins.

She couldn't believe she was trying her best to please this bastard. The knowledge infuriated her, yet somehow emboldened her at the same time, especially upon seeing the faces and sounds he was making as she squeezed and stroked his thick meaty rod.

It made her feel like she finally had some control over him, even if she knew she was still his slave.

It was a paradox she struggled to reconcile, torn between wanting to rebel and desiring to please.

"Ohhh fuck…Your hand knows how to surprisingly squeeze it just hard enough. My little dragon is satisfied so far," Asher groaned in bliss and felt that the combination of her urge to crush and please his dick resulted in a perfect grip that turned him on even more.

Rebecca scoffed upon seeing how he was so easily getting influenced by his so-called little dragon. How pathetic. This made her feel less ashamed about the fact that she didn't have complete control over her body's actions.

Emboldened, she began stroking him firmly, unconsciously matching the rhythm of her movements to the beating of her heart. Asher chuckled upon seeing her enthusiasm, "Oho? Looks like you are finally taking some initiative…Nnnghh…" Rebecca rolled her eyes, but seeing how this meaty thing had this much influence on him, she felt compelled to experiment by changing the speed of her strokes and the position of her fingers as she ran her hand up and down his shaft.

An idea struck her…If he plans to make her his sex slave, then why can't she try the opposite? She had already heard enough stories and even seen men succumbing to succubi and unable to live without them.

Finally, her situation didn't seem hopeless. Since this bastard already sullied and had his way with her, she shouldn't hold back anything to turn the tables on him. Let him teach her everything, and then she will use those techniques to gradually put him under her control.

But her brows furrowed as she felt something tingling throughout her lower regions and a pulsating sensation between her thighs.

She unconsciously clenched her buttocks while wondering why she was feeling weird again when he wasn't even doing anything to her?

Satisfaction gleamed in Asher's cold, calculating gaze as he observed her progress while enjoying, "You know what turns me on the most in this moment? It's not your hand but the fact that you are the one doing it and seeing that face of yours while doing it…nnngh…" Asher said with a sardonic smile followed by a blissful groan, making Rebecca's eye twitch as she glared at him.

As if wanting to get back at him, she suddenly increased her pace and kept shaking his thick meat hard, making wet, slippery sounds.

Asher had his brows raised as he chuckled, "Whoa…somebody is pissed, huh? Fuck…if you keep up that pace…you will have to take responsibility, Nnngh!" With a guttural growl, Asher's hips bucked wildly, signaling the beginning of his explosive release. Time seemed to slow down as Rebecca's jaw slacked upon feeling his dick throb and twitch before a stream of thick, white liquid began to shoot out of it.

She had enough time to get away from its trajectory and wanted to move, but his hands suddenly grabbed hold of her head in an iron-like grip, preventing her from even turning her face away.

'Nooo!!' She internally screamed in horror. But the next moment, his cum that erupted from his throbbing tip, landed in hot, sticky streams across Rebecca's upturned face, forcing her to shut her eyes hard.

Each jet hit its target with uncanny accuracy, coating her cheeks, nose, and forehead in a filthy mask of masculinity.

Shock registered first, swiftly followed by a rising tide of indignation as she slowly opened her eyes and touched her face, only to feel and see the thick, hot liquid sticking to her fingers and her face.

Veins popped up on her temples as she slowly raised her gaze to give him a deathly glare, "How dare you…soil my face with your dirty seed?"

"I already came inside you. So why overreact unless you wanted me to cum inside your mouth? Do you prefer such a cleaner way?" Asher asked with a cold smile.

"Ugh, of course not. I will bite it off, hmph!" Disgusted, she turned away, attempting to wipe the offensive substance from her skin using the back of her hands. Does she really have to endure all this to make him succumb to her? She felt her confidence waver since she didn't know if she can simply sit still and accept getting humiliated like this.

Closing her eyes, she took a few calming breaths, mentally cataloguing the many ways she wished to exact revenge upon this scum. Oh, there would be consequences for this audacious display of disrespect. Make no mistake about it.

"Bite it off? Let's see if you have the guts to do that," Saying so, Asher suddenly grabbed the top of her hair and pushed her face towards his cock, which was already erect again.

"No! Get your dirty thing off my face!" Rebecca couldn't believe he was really planning to stick his disgusting thing into her mouth and tried to push him away, though she could barely find any strength in her exhausted body.

Asher scoffed as he clutched her neck and said, "You want to open your mouth, or you want to wet yourself for the rest of the night? You choose."

Anger bubbled within her as her eyes closely looked at his towering dick, looking down at her like an appetizing meal.

*Ting Tong!*

"Hm?" Asher turned his head around upon hearing the doorbell while Rebecca was finally able to let out a relief, thanking whoever rang the bell for saving her from having her mouth violated.