Consorting with demons
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Again, don't ask where it comes from, I can be sitting...
Again, don't ask where it comes from, I can be sitting here, thinking happy thoughts of how I am going to get Fox and Crystal to their own little "happily ever after" when ideas of torture and hate and violence flow. And I never EVER will turn down a chance to poke some fun at established religion. (note: I am not against belief, far from it, just the idea of establishments who claim that they have to be exactly how they say they are)
I came to again and the pain that seemed to be my constant companion lately was once again my only world.
"... o_ut of whom went seven devils, And Joanna the wife of Chuza Herod's steward, and Susanna, and many others... and eventually to you, wretch. But it is ok, you still have some humanity left in you, and we can burn the rest out with purifying pain."_
The pain intensified, the man who spoke had started digging something into my arm, it was twisting around and around, lighting fire to my nerve endings.
The man backed off, leaving whatever implement he was using still in me, and again he was clearly visible. Wearing mainly black he stood about five foot six tall, short blonde hair cropped very close to his skull, he had a full plastic apron on, black as well, to protect his clothes from my various fluids. A large plastic flip up mask covered his face, but it was what was at his throat that made me most afraid.
At the man's neck, where his long sleeved coat met, a little square of white sat proud.
I drew up as much mucous as I could and spat at him.
He came close to me again, "Thou hast a devil: who goeth about to kill thee?".
I felt the pain in my arm intensify again as he worked the device once more, at the suddenness of it my hand spasmed open, a bad move, particularly for the row of broken fingers that were on it. I screamed loudly.
"Your Excellency, I bring your lunch." A soft voice said from the side of the room.
I opened my eyes and managed to turn my head, reeling at the pain this brought, toward the newcomer.
A nun, bearing a tray of a simple lunch, a roll, some meat and some cheese.
"Thank you Sister, please place it on the-" Was all he managed, the nun was behind him, a soft smile at her suddenly changing lips.
As I watched her face changed, mouth and nose lengthening into a long muzzle, soft dark fur covering her face and hands. It was her eyes that caught my attention, suddenly they were slitted like those of a cat or some kind of reptile.
"Fuck what have these idiots done to you?" She said, coming forward, toward me.
Pain blossomed in my arm again as she removed the torture device there, then further, in other places as she removed things I wasn't even aware were still in me. Muted at first, then louder, I could hear gunfire, then my world faded again and with a sigh I felt oblivion comfort me once more.
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When I came to again I was somewhere else, there was no priests around this time, as far as I was concerned this was the biggest improvement. The pain was still there, but it felt different, muted, changed.
"Your awake at last, how do you feel?" A feminine voice said to my left.
I tried to say "Like shit." But it came out more like "uke kite", something was wrong with my mouth, then the memory came back of them cutting out my tongue. I just whimpered softly.
She reached out for me then, what looked like a paw passed my vision and touched my chest, it hurt where she touched me, but the gesture of comfort meant more than a little pain did to me.
I managed to turn my head, stabbing and burning pain lancing up the side of my neck, to face her. She was wearing a dark tank-top with "Hells angels are pussies" across the front of it, a drawing of a very sexy anthropomorphic cat-girl draped over half the writing, showing many of her assets. The woman was built athletically, I could see muscles move under her fur, I kept looking up, seeing a very nicely proportioned pair of breasts, up further and I saw her throat line. She had a soft coat of red fur that ended in dark at her forearms, down her front a white patch seemed to stretch from her chin on down, then her eyes captured mine again, I saw concern in them, I saw a kinship I think I even saw something more in them, but again my mind gave in to the pain that was still consuming every possible inch of my body.
The next waking, the first thing I noticed was the pain was getting worse again, the second was the chanting.
Looking around I saw her, the foxy girl from earlier, my avenging little angel. She was dancing nude, along with several other fur clad people.
Realisation dawned as it came to me they were dancing around me, I was being supported upright in the middle of their chanting dance.
A pressure seemed to build, something was happening. The chanting raised in pitch and tempo, becoming a continuous wail, I felt a need to join in but the damage to my throat would leave me unable to do anything but whimper along.
A new presence suddenly was just THERE.
A demon, I was unable to describe it as anything but that, stood before me while the furred people stopped and turned, facing the sceptical.
Seven foot tall, very female from the obvious breasts, hanging large and heavy at its chest, its engorged female sex, waiting eagerly for any male stupid enough to be before it and by the raw sexuality of it.
It opened its maw, a row of very pointed teeth were now just a few feet from my face.
"What did those holy sons-of-whores do to this poor thing?" It demanded, anger tainting its words.
"Great one, we liberated him as soon as we could, but their torturer worked fast. Know however that he will work no longer." My foxy rescuer stated, at her pronouncement I warmed even further to her.
"It is as well I have been given a boon by the greater powers, this one is almost ready for its afterlife." it spoke, then it started gesturing and dancing, writhing around in a parody of sexual positions.
The first time its body made contact with mine I cried out softly.
Warmth, heat, ache, all exploded at the location of her touch.
My mind reeled, when did I change my view from 'it' to 'her'?
I tried to shake my head to clear it, but her dance was all around me, I felt it brush me again and again, and every time I felt a little more warmth flow through me, at first just where the contact had occurred, but after a while, in the connecting places.
Without warning her dance brought her groin to mine and suddenly my maleness, hardened unbeknownst to me, entered the beast and I cried out.
My voice was a howl of need, her work was done, I was able to not just articulate sounds but the pain was gone, replaced by a burning heat.
I ripped the bindings from the plank I had been tied to and reached down, gripping the demons flanks.
Wildly at first I thrust, not caring about finesse or style, harder and harder, I felt myself going in deeper each time although something was keeping me from going all the way in, all of a sudden, release took me and I screamed to the night.
Laying spent on the ground, the demon crouched over me, our juices leaking from her neither-lips, "Ahh, the demon-lords have granted you a boon little one, just accept it." She said, then faded to nothingness.
I slowly regained my feet, looking first to the fox-girl who had been my primary rescuer, but around at all the other animal faces. Glancing down at the paws that were what was left of my hands I felt a life burn in me, I was alive, I was whole again and now, I glanced up at the fox again, I had a reason to go on.
Yes, there was a happy ending :)