Jake was in Hell.
There was no way for him to know how long he’d been a captive. He had no access to a clock or to any sight of the sun or even the red sky he had seen once to judge the passage of time since he’d been pulled into that damn closet and popped out here. Weeks could have passed, or even months. Or had it been even longer than that? Jake didn’t know.
All he knew was this cavernous dungeon, where he and the brown-haired woman across from him were bound, gagged, and kept on the edge of exploding with pleasure by the demon woman who had trapped them.
Oh yeah, and Jake was also pretty sure that he was literally in Hell, but that didn’t seem all that important anymore.
Their captor couldn’t be anything but a demon. A succubus. Sex demon. Her skin was a vivid, primary red color. It made her pitch-dark hair and the leather pants and crop top that were barely containing her full, busty figure stand out. She had a tail that was constantly coiling about her legs, or Jake’s leg, or whatever else got too close to it. Two sharp horns curled around her head like some kind of devilish tiara, and her cat-slit yellow eyes were always hungry.
Jake had long since lost count of all the different way she and the shorter brunette woman had been tied up to feed that kinky hunger. The demoness used everything. Ropes, chains, clothes, tape, a glue-like substance that had stuck them near immobile to the wall, and even their own limbs (Jake hadn’t known a human body could bend like that). There was one point where she tied him up like a horse and then bound the woman to his back so he could give her a ride.
At the moment, she was using leather gear.
The brunette woman had been restrained by a set of leather cuffs in the shape of an X. Each of her limbs was bound to it, leaving her effectively hogtied. At the center, a ring was attached to a chain that led up to one of the many bolts and rings attached to the ceiling. The demoness kept making her crawl around until the chain stopped her. On her head was a full hood that covered everything but her eyes, the outline of a ballgag clear against the black material. Her hands were stuck in little leather pouches to render them useless.
Jake had been vaguely aware of what an armbinder was before he’d been dragged into that closet and then into the demon’s arms and bonds, but he’d never worn one. Now his arms were bound tight in one of the leather monogloves. Belt-like straps were everywhere else on his naked body: around his chest, knees, ankles, even this thighs and calves. Jake’s captor didn’t believe in half-measures.
He was wearing a hood of his own, one that covered all of his face except for his eyes, which the demoness loved looking at, and his mouth, where the leather bit gag left over from the horse play was keeping a cloth stuffed in there so he couldn’t talk. Couldn’t beg.
Oh, he wanted to beg. His captor made sure of that. Jake was always hard. For the longest time he thought there was something going on, that there was something in the air or that she was putting aphrodisiacs in the food she occasionally fed him. But no, it was just her. Just her skill at keeping him excited and on the verge of exploding all the damn time.
“Mmmmmph,” he groaned. He couldn’t yell anymore. It took too much out of him. His moans didn’t even sound vaguely like the word ‘please’ anymore.
“What was that?” The demoness made a big show of looking perplexed as she leaned in, ear out as if she could barely hear. “I didn’t year you, did you just say you want to be my thrall? My slave? My toy?”
Anther weak little moan escaped Jake, and he gave a little nod.
Somewhere in the background, Jake could hear the brown-haired woman groaning, yelling, trying to tell him to stay strong.
“I’m sorry, I still can’t make out what you’re saying,” the demoness mocked. “You’ll have to speak up.”
“Mmmmmmph!”
“Hmmm.” She plopped herself down on Jake’s legs, massaging his cock with one hand. As with everything else, her skill was obvious. She knew exactly how to tease the maximum amount of pleasure out of the member in her grip, drawing each stroke out just long enough to almost make Jake burst before leaving it long enough to start all over. It felt good. Great. Amazing enough to distract Jake from the strain of laying on top of his own arms.
“You really want to be mine? You want me to own your soul and feed on you? I told you what that meant, didn’t I?”
She had. When Jake first arrived, his captor had gone over the basic details of what selling himself to her or any succubus would mean. She would control everything about him with nothing more than her thoughts. She would feed off his lust with every release. She would keep him in thrall for longer than any human had a right to live. For Jake it would seem an eternity of pain and pleasure. Or maybe it would actually be an eternity, Jake still wasn’t totally clear on that part.
Then she told him that he would soon be begging to sell himself to her.
Jake had been horrified and indignant, of course. He told her as clearly as he could through the various gags that that would never happen.
But now it was happening. Anything would be better than this torturous hell. At least being fed on would mean he’d get to come every once in a while. That’s what being ‘fed’ on meant, and it would be a massive improvement over his current circumstances.
So now he was telling the demoness as clearly as he could that yes, he wanted to be her thrall. Her slave. Just like she said he would. He moaned and nodded with even more vigor.
“Weeeeell,” she said, stroking him with slightly more speed and intensity. “I’m not totally sure I want you to be my thrall, you know? You were really rude when you first came here.”
Jake’s vision blurred as he cried out, begging through his gag as desperately as he could manage. She just giggled, releasing her grip on his cock and drawing her hand away as she stood up to put him even further away from relief.
“Buuut I might be willing to give you a chance.” Jake didn’t like the nasty gleam in her eye. That was the look she got when she had an idea. A kinky, momentous idea that he would love and hate in equal measure. But at this point he would take whatever he could get.
Without taking her eyes off the bound and gagged man at her feet, the demoness pointed a thumb in the brown-haired woman’s direction. “See your little girlfriend over there?”
An indignant yell erupted from the woman in question. Jake still didn’t know her name. He knew practically nothing about her beyond that she was trapped in the same hell he was.
“Yeah, her.” The demoness grinned. If you want to be my property, I want you to prove yourself. You have to go over there and—”
She paused and trailed off. Her grin faded as her attention was suddenly drawn elsewhere. It looked like she was listening for something. Jake was set off in another round of furious struggle, sick as he was of having carrots dangled out in front of him and then pulled away. But even in his little frenzy he could see her face now lacked its usual mocking expression. Instead it was contemplative, and maybe a little surprised.
“Well, well, well, what do you know?” Her gaze returned to her soon-to-be-slave. “We have guests.”
Jake blinked; his struggles brought to a frozen end. Guests? Plural? That had to mean more captives. What else could it mean? What the hell would it take to satisfy this woman?
The demoness leaned down to bop Jake on the nose with one finger. “You stay right here Jakey,” she said with a happy smile, low enough that the brunette wouldn't hear it. “I’ll be back in a second.” Then she gripped him tightly around the jaw and forced him to look directly into her abruptly cold eyes. “You’re not going to try and come without me, are you?”
Jake answered no with a furious shake of his head, as much as he could while it was trapped in her grip. That look in her eye was enough of a reminder of what she might do if he tried anything without her approval.
“Great!” Her cheerful smile returned, and all traces of danger vanished. “I’ll be right back!” The demoness whistled a jaunty tune and a wave to her other captive as she slipped her bare feet into a pair of high heeled ankle boots, then strolled out of the dungeon, the heavy clicking sounds of her heels fading into the background.
Jake sighed and sagged into the ground, though he couldn’t tell if it was in relief or frustration. He… fuck, he would still beg to be her slave when she came back in. It had been so long. Too long. He needed release more than anything. With nothing else to do, Jake rolled onto his side. His hips thrusted forward, into the air. Nothing would come of it, since it was just air. There was nothing to stimulate his cock, nothing to risk an orgasm that would draw his captor’s ire. But at this point, the movement was almost automatic.
When Jake noticed the hogtied woman trying to crawl toward him, he paused. When her tall chain stopped her a few feet shy of what was obviously some desperate and futile attempt to help him, he turned away. He couldn’t deal with this right now; he just wanted a moment of peace.
Instead he took in the sight of the dungeon for the thousandth time, endlessly littered with equipment, toys, and bindings. He knew almost every inch of this room by now, this cavernous hell he’d been trapped in for longer than he could recall. Damn near everything in sight had been used on one of the two humans. That black rubber plug near the bondage horse, the spreader bar still laying underneath the X-shaped cross that still had chains dangling down from it. Every gag, every paddle and crop, every rope had served its purpose well at some point or another.
The woman moaned at Jake, trying to rouse his desire to escape despite knowing full well that it was gone. And what few hopes she left were dashed when an entirely new voice echoed off the walls some short time later.
“Unbelievable,” it said, dripping with disdain. Jake was mildly surprised to realize it was a male voice. “Are your conquests so hideous that you can’t even bear to look at their faces?”
Jake turned himself just in time to see another newcomer speak up, this one a woman. “Don’t be cruel, dear,” she said with condescending false concern. There are psychological advantages to obscuring a thrall’s face. I’m sure the Lady Pantea has her reasons.”
“Oh, they’re not thralls yet. We’re still working on that part.” Jake’s captor said with a guileless smile. Pantea. He was so stunned at finally having a name for the demoness that for a few seconds he could barely register the new figures.
The woman who had spoken pursed her lips. “Well. I’m sure you’re trying your best.” Her false concern was gone now, replaced with condescending sarcasm.
There were three newcomers. Two women and a man.
The woman who had already spoken looked outwardly normal. Her skin was pale, but naturally so. She had long blonde hair and was garbed in a finely made medieval looking forest colored court dress. It was tight around the chest, giving a generous showing of her large bust. Her eyes had ordinary pupils, but were an unnaturally bright green.
The man also looked close to an ordinary human, though his skin almost seemed to glitter gold when the light struck him. He had a vaguely middle-eastern appearance, wearing a loose silk shirt and pants that Jake might expect to see in Aladdin. His hair was dark and curly, and his open scowl was framed by a wispy goatee. His otherwise darkly colored eyes seemed to glow in the low light. He glowered at the sight before him, though his gaze seemed to linger on Jake for half a second longer than anything else. The bound young man hoped it was his imagination.
Their final companion seemed more amused. She was giggling into her hand. Her skin was entirely a pale blue color, and her eyes were a pupil-less bright red. Her clothes were the most normal of all, designer jeans with intricate littler golden flower patterns inlaid into it. Strappy high heels and a finely made blouse, both the same gold color as the patterns on her jeans, completed the ensemble. Her dark hair was shoulder length and cut back to show off the bright diamond earrings she wore.
“This is an embarrassment,” the man declared. “You’ve been down here for too long, and these pathetic mortals still haven’t submitted? The ones that practically fell into your lap? Claudia was right, you are a disgrace to us all.”
Pantea’s cheerful expression suddenly faded. She blinked. “Claudia said that?” There was shock in her voice. The sight hit Jake like a hundred hard paddle swats.
“Not in so many words” said the blue-skinned one, shrugging her shoulders and looking almost apologetic. Her own appraising gaze was sweeping back and forth between Jake and his fellow captive, making no secret of how much she enjoyed the sight. “But essentially.”
The red demoness seemed shocked, and a little hurt. Jake couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Never in a thousand years did he think he would see anything resembling pain on his captor’s face. And definitely not from so simple an insult.
“Come now, Pantea,” said the blonde woman. “You can’t say you’re surprised. The Lady Claudia holds herself and those around her to high standards of decorum and dignity. And you…” she paused just long enough to give the impression that she was searching for the right words. “Well, you can be rather uncouth.”
“Hey!” Pantea stamped her foot like a kid as she glared at the blonde. “I can be plenty couth when I want to be!” Her declaration wasn’t quite a whine, but it wasn’t too many steps above one either. Jake was suddenly reminded of a few scenes from his High School days, of seeing people being brushed off from the “in” crowd that he never had any trouble remaining popular with. The longer he looked at the four demons, the more his captor started to look like a stripper trying to fit in at a fancy evening party.
It was stunning. Where was the endlessly confidant and self-assured demon bitch who had made Jake endure a living hell of tease and denial? Who was this insecure outsider in her place?
“Oh, I’m sure,” said the man. “But that hardly matters in comparison to your incompetence.”
His unimpressed gaze fell back on Jake and the brown-haired woman. “How long have you been down here, Pantea? Completely alone and with only these two who fell so readily into your lap? It’s been at months, hasn’t it? You should have had them eating out of the palm of your hand within two weeks at the absolute most.” He sneered in disgust. “Pathetic.”
Jake blinked, his fears and aches momentarily forgotten. The man’s words echoed in his head. They didn’t add up. And neither did the petulant glare Pantea answered him with.
“I’m plenty competent!” Pantea held her fists at her sides, arms ramrod straight. “And I can prove it. I bet I can manage anything you can Selim. Anything you’ve done, I can do it to, and better!”
The man—Selim—scoffed. The blue-skinned woman giggled again, but the blonde suddenly looked interested. “I will take that wager,” she said, and all three other demons turned to her.
“What?” Pantea asked, surprised.
The woman smirked. “I said that I will take your wager, Pantea. You claim to be able to exceed our accomplishments? Meet any challenge we can give you? Let’s test that out.”
It seemed from her expression that Pantea hadn’t expected any of them to answer her like that. “I—yeah! Let’s do it!”
Victory shone in the blonde’s eyes at Pantea’s bravado, but Jake frowned behind his gag. This was too much of a difference from the demoness he’d come to know. Did the opinions of her peers mean so much to her that the total confidence and control she’d had with Jake and his fellow captive would just vanish in their presence? Or was it something else?
“Very well, Pantea,” said the blonde. “But we can’t just let a wager be made for the sake of it, can we? There have to be some stakes.”
“Stakes?” Pantea sounded nervous. But the other two demons were suddenly interested.
“That’s right. These poor humans, for starters.” All eyes returned to Jake and the brunette. He froze as they ogled the two of them some more. “I’m sure any of us will be able to handle them just fine. If you fail to meet my challenge, I get to take one of them for myself.” She stared intently at the brunette woman, clearly marking the captive she wanted.
“Yes,” Selim suddenly agreed. His disgusted expression replaced by delighted interest. Jake realized with a start that the golden-skinned man was staring directly at his crotch, and his still semi-erect cock. Jake gulped. “A new pet would be lovely. I also wish to take part.”
“So would I,” said the blue-skinned woman.
Pantea looked to her. “But I only have two humans here,” she replied.
“Are you so unsure of yourself?” the blue woman laughed. “I’m sure you won’t lose all of our challenges. But if you do… Well, then I suppose the third winner should be able to select one of the thralls you already have.”
Pantea gaped. Selim chuckled openly. “I’m not sure I’m interested as in her sloppy seconds as I am in rescuing those she can’t break, Alina, but if that’s what you’re looking for, fine by me!”
That seemed to be the last straw for Pantea. She was shaking in enraged indignation now.
“That is not going to happen! No way! And just to show you how much I mean that…” she trailed off, searching for the right words. “…how about we make it a little more interesting?”
Now Alina the blue-skinned succubus raised one brow. “How?”
Pantea smirked. Or tried to, at any rate. It looked far too desperate to be a real smirk. “You each set me one challenge as a succubus, based to your own past accomplishments. I mean, you’ve got plenty, right? Selim and Helena are centuries old, and you’re Izzy’s kid, right?
Alina glared. “My mother’s name is not ‘Izzy,’ it is—”
“Great! Then you might be young, but you’ve had a kickass teacher. That’s plenty you could have done since you were born. And I can beat any of it! Do better than any of you! And for every challenge I win, I get my pick of one of your thralls!”
“Your false bravado is pathetic,” Selim sneered.
Pantea continued as if he hadn’t said anything, though her curling tail betrayed her nerves, “and If I’m wrong, if I can’t beat a single one of your challenges, then…” she visibly steeled herself, “then not only can three of you have your pick of all my thralls, one of you can have me.”
Her words hung in the air.
“Excuse me?” Said the blonde woman Pantea had called Helena. Jake was surprised to hear such a relatively mundane name among all these demons.
“You heard me,” Pantea said in an almost steely voice. “I’ll give up my demonhood, go back to being a human, and sell myself to whoever the three of you decide gets me.” She reached up to the end of a horn and cut her palm lightly before she held out her hand. “I’ll swear it in blood.”
Three wide-eyed expressions soon gave way to shock, then interest. Looks passed between the three of them. They assessed each other. Their collective victory over the red-skinned succubus was a sure thing in their minds. As far as any of them were concerned, the challenges were a formality. They were already sizing each other up to figure out who would get the crown jewel of a former succubus they all detested as a slave.
“But,” Pantea continued, drawing her bloodied hand back. “If I manage to beat all three of your challenges… then I get the same deal times three. I get all of your slaves and all three of you.”
Selim laughed, long and loud. “You little fool! You have yourself a deal!” And he cut his palm with a claw-like finger.
Helena’s smirk was more pronounced than ever as she silently held out her own cut palm.
Only the blue-skinned Alina seemed to hesitate, her features suddenly apprehensive.
“You can’t be serious,” Selim’s good cheer was gone. He was glaring at Alina. She wilted ever so slightly at the sudden ferocity of incubus’s glare. “Cut your palm and add yourself to the wager so we can get this over with.”
Alina glared.
“Calm yourself, Selim,” said Helena absent-mindedly. “Give the poor dear a moment to collect herself. She’s young, she lacks confidence.” She wasn’t paying close attention to the conversation. Her gaze was focused once again on the brown-haired woman behind Jake. The young man twisted around to get a look at her. She was shrinking in on herself, trying to make herself seem smaller. When Alina didn’t reply, the blonde succubus glided over to the brunette captive, her steps silent in the large room.
“Hey!” Pantea shouted.
“I only want a look.” The hem of her green dressed brushed against Jake’s bare shoulder as she passed him, sending a shiver rippling through the rest of his body. She stopped, towering over her intended slave. The human woman tried to scramble away, but she was already at the end of her chain, and the succubus laughed. “Yes, I’m going to have fun with this little bitch.” She turned back to Pantea. “I’ll have her hide almost as red as yours soon enough.”
The brunette woman cried out, eliciting another chuckle from the blonde that wasn’t even looking at her anymore.
“I’m sure your sister will be real jealous,” Pantea replied. Her arms were crossed, one booted foot tapping impatiently. Jake found himself staring at her. She almost looked like the demon bitch he’d come to know so well, instead of the flustered woman who just bet her freedom (and his!).
“Catherine’s envy will make my new slave’s pain all the sweeter,” Helena said.
“Enough!” Selim exclaimed before turning back to Alina. “Are you staying or not? If you’re not interested, then run back to your mother. Helena and I can handle this fool ourselves.”
“I’ll stay,” Alina said. She still looked unsure, but clawed out a little cut of blood in her hand all the same.
“Great!” said Pantea. She held out one hand and let a drop of blood fall to the floor. The others followed suit a moment later. Then something happened. Jake felt a jolt of power run through the room as all four demons bled. His hair raised on the back of his head; goosebumps suddenly dotted his flesh. Jake could even feel his erection grow a little more flaccid as he sensed the four of them bind themselves to their agreement.
“It’s done,” Pantea said. Her voice wavered ever so slightly. “Now who’s first?”
“I am,” Selim exclaimed, his eager smile betraying his expectation of how this would go. Not that anyone needed further indications of that. “My challenge is simple. Take a slave faster than I have ever managed it.” His smile grew dangerous then, hungry. “Two hours.”
“Two hours?!” Pantea’s eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open.
“That’s right, starting now.” Selim answered. His gaze flashed over to Jake, already savoring his victory and making him gulp. The sheer scale of this bet suddenly dawned on him. He had just been bet, like a piece of property (even though no one even owned yet), to a demon man that was apparently much faster at convincing slaves to submit to him than his own captor was. Sure, Pantea had been drawing things out, but it had taken her a lot longer than two hours to get Jake to the point where he was willing to submit.
Pantea tried to glare, shock written all over her face that Selim could get someone to sell their soul to him so quickly. “I… might have to travel far,” she said lamely.
An hourglass sppeared in Selim’s hand, grains of sand already falling through the slender neck at its center. He set it on the ground. “You have until this runs out,” he said. “Travel as far as you need to, approach any human you wish, in any state.”
“Any state?” Pantea said. “Does that mean I can go after someone high or drunk on their ass?”
“That’s right,” Selim chuckled. “I’ll give you all the handicaps you need.”
“What if they’re poor?” Pantea suddenly said. “Or got kicked out of their house by their family or something? So desperate for cash that they would do aaaanything to put a roof over their head?”
He glared again. “I said anyone, didn’t I?”
“Is that wise?” came Alina’s hesitant voice.
“Oh, shut up,” Selim shot at her. “I know what I’m doing.”
“Surely some limitations are in order,” said Helena. Her arms were crossed, her disapproval mild, but clear.
Selim huffed and rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he said. He turned his attention back to Pantea. “They can’t be drunk or have taken any substance that may have affected their minds. And no fetish clubs. We all know how easy it is to talk some wide-eyed novice into a collar at one of those.”
“Is that how you got someone in two hours?” Alina asked. Everyone ignored her.
Jake realized he was breathing hard, almost hyperventilating. He know, almost instinctively, that he did not want Pantea to lose. He didn’t want to end up with this Selim guy. Or any of them, really. Better the devil you know, right? Pantea liked to tie him up, strictly and mercilessly, but she didn’t spend much time actually beating him like Helena implied she would to the other human in the room. Somehow Jake doubted Selim would be much better.
“Okay!” Pantea cracked her knuckles. “No drunks, no druggies, and no play parties. Apart from that? I can go for anyone else, in any kind of state? Runaways, bankrupt stockbrokers, soldiers in a foxhole? And I can travel as far as I need to?”
Selim nodded. “Anyone, anywhere, as long as you get it done before that sand runs out. Here, I’ll even open you a doorway.” He raised his hand, and that thrum of power electrified the air all over again. The air in front of the man began to swirl, spinning in on itself until a hole appeared at the epicenter, and grew into a doorway large enough to fit anyone.
Pantea’s expression showing only some of her nerves. Her tail was more animated, swishing back and forth rapidly from leg to leg. Her shoulders shifted back and forth as she mentally prepared herself to go out and enslave someone to her will. To do what she had been about to do to… Jake…
Jake’s eyes widened as he finally realized what his captor was doing. His legs strained against the belts keeping them strapped together as he felt a sudden urge to kick himself.
At that moment, at the very same instant Jake’s realization came to him, Pantea’s nervous energy disappeared. She squared her shaking shoulders, all the tension gone as if it had never been there. Because it hadn’t. She turned from the portal, and for the first time since she left to greet her visitors, Pantea’s own smirk was back. Jake recognized the dangerous gleam in her eye.
Just like that, the balance of power changed. Each of the other demons recognized the shift in the shaken fool they thought they were dealing with.
“What are you doing?” Selim demanded, his own bravado a hair less sure than it had been moments earlier. “The door is the other way.”
Pantea ignored him. She wasn’t looking at him. She wasn’t looking at any of her demon peers. Her gaze went directly to Jake, meeting his eyes as she stalked forward. The others spoke, cried out questions, demands, and insults. The red demoness ignored every word. Then she was there, standing above Jake as she so often did. She crouched down, and the young man couldn't keep himself from glancing at her clevage.
“Well, well, well. Look what we have here,” she said. Her playful smile back in full force. She took Jake’s chin in her hand and turned his head back and forth, as if inspecting him. “You’re not drunk, or high, and we might be in a dungeon…” she made a show of looking around the room, “but this is no club.” she chuckled, long and low. The only other sound in the room was Jake’s quiet whimper, and that just made her laugh harder. “And the terms were that I could go for aaaaanyone who wasn’t one of those things or at a fetish club, weren't they?
“So Jakey.” She let go of his chin so she could trail one finger down his hooded cheek, until it was low enough to pull the bit gag out of his mouth. “Are you ready to be my slave?”
She took up his field of vision, encompassing his entire world. Jake could not tear his eyes away from hers. There was a moment, maybe a second and a half where he thought of saying no, of holding out and making her sweat for it. He had two hours, right? He could leverage this to… to free the brunette woman, or… get better terms for himself, or… or…
No. As he looked into Pantea’s eyes, Jake knew that would be a mistake. He had been a fool to think for even one second that this demoness had ever been in anything less than total control over the situation.
“Yes,” he whispered, sealing his fate.
“Hmm?” Her smile was still there, and Jake felt her hand return to his cock, teasing it back to life after it had grown nearly flaccid. “I couldn’t hear you, little present. And If I couldn’t hear you, my guests couldn’t hear you either. I need you to speak up.”
“Yes!” Jake cried out. He thought he could see someone jump in the corner of his eye. He couldn’t focus, too distracted by the enormity of his words and the stroking of his cock. She was going harder now, almost pumping it in her hand.
“Yes what?”
“Yes Ma’am! Please… please make me your slave!”
Pantea’s response was to hold one clawed finger up before Jake’s eyes. He blinked, confused, until she lowered it just out of his field of vision. Understanding came to the young man. He stuck out his tongue, pushing on his captor’s claw with just enough force to draw a tiny bit of blood.
For the third time, a thrum of power came over the room. Jake felt it than every before. Previously it had been hovering at the edge of his senses, but now it settled onto his bones, like he was suddenly burdened with the weight of chains.
Even that thought fled from his mind when his new owner’s stroking of his cock rapidly increased. Jake’s whimpers grew quickly to full throated moans. Miles away, Jake could hear other voices. The gagged cries of his fellow captive, the protestations of the other demons. At least that was what he thought he was hearing, in that tiny section of his mind that could still think clearly. The rest of him didn’t care, couldn’t think or focus on anything else as he finally—FINALLY—was allowed to come for the first time since falling into Mistress Pantea’s clutches.
Jake screamed, tears springing to his eyes as his long period of torment came to an end, and his new eternity of life began. There was another sound then, laughter. He didn’t care, still swimming in the sensation of pent-up pleasure exploding at long last.
He calmed down slowly, his ragged screams fading into exhausted, happy pants. When he could focus again, his owner stood up and turned around. Jake had just enough presence of thought to pay attention. The other demons were staring; Selim in fury, Helena in surprise, and Alina in terror.
“So that was what, five minutes? Ten?” Jake couldn’t see his mistress’s face, but he knew her well enough to imagine her smirk. “I’d say that beats two hours.
“What’s next?”