Service In Steel
[Disclaimer: This story is in a very different vein than you've seen from me before, trying to see how well I can do writing for a very different theme. Inspired by the works of Kkatman, so be warned: cruelty follows.]
The skunkette laughed in triumph, seeing a form taking shape within her summoning circle; so much for those jerks! They'd said magic wasn't real, that there were no such things as demons, that nobody would live forever - but there it was, working just like the book said! While the bulky shape was still clarifying, she took a moment to admire her work - perfectly circular chalk pentagram with black candles set at the corners, on a smooth black slate floor, surrounded by a single ring of perfect unbroken iron.
The demon, fully materialized, was impressive. A deep dark red, with spade-tipped tail and cloven hooves and wide, bare chest, his deep-set eyes glowed from below a heavy brow. He let out a rich chuckle, and the sound filled the room, resonating through the sorceress in ways that made her gasp and shiver.
"And here I thought I'd never come back to this plane," rumbled the demon in amusement, regarding the sorceress. She found herself kneeling, unable to keep on her feet while lust and fear roared through her in equal measure. "So? You've summoned a demon, girl. You get to make your demands now."
She blinked twice, then gasped and nodded, recalling. "Yes! Yes! Demon, I command you, endow unto me eternal life, young and unbroken!"
The demon's lips drew back into a cruel smile. "Agreed. Now!" He stepped forward, passing over the chalk line and the iron ring as though they were nothing, and the amateur sorceress let out a gasp of shock. His hand went to her throat, and she let out a scream as she felt flame burn around her neck... and then it faded, leaving a heavy metal band in place, over the fur-seared spot.
"Your circle worked well for summoning," the demon mused to her, lowering her to her knees again; she tried to speak, but found herself instead starting to strip herself naked. Her body shook, but her best efforts to persuade her hands to cease their movements were useless; the demon's collar had made of her a puppet!
"I suppose you didn't notice that the spell lacked any element of control, did you? Just the usual bargain. And you did not dictate *my* terms, any more than you empowered your chalk with holy water, or used meteoric iron for your ring. And so *I* dictate my terms - and my terms are these: I will remain here as long as I wish, doing as I wish, and you will belong to me, now and forever. Now, I grant your demand!"
The skunkette's eyes widened as she found herself leaning forward, opening her jaws - and then the demon's hand came down on the back of her head, shoving her face down onto his erect cock! Her eyes widened and she grunted, trying to struggle, to pull away, even to bite down, but her body would not obey her! He thrust easily down into her throat and began pumping her head with his hand, forcing her to swallow violently on him. Her head swam and she grew dizzy, unable to breathe.
She was near to blacking out when the demon came; tears ran from her eyes as she felt white-hot agony pour down her throat and form a blazing blob in her stomach. The demon drew out, smirking at her.
"There are many ways to grant life eternal as well, little book-witch. Unfortunately for you, the grimoire I left did not include the specifics of how to negotiate for the method, either. And so you will spend all eternity enjoying the Spark of Life inside you, just like that." His hand patted her head. "In time, you will come to enjoy it." Tears ran down her cheeks as the fire inside her seared without damaging her body.
"I suspect I have little enough risk of you ever learning how to banish me again, even if you could get that collar off, or break the contract we have made... but still, I think I shall not take chances. And your lovely little backside will make a delightful decoration - functional, as well."
She tried desperately to reach up, to push him away, to rip off the collar, to clutch at her stomach and curl up into a ball and scream, but not a muscle would move. The demon made a gesture with a finger, and she lifted into the air, rear high, head and arms and legs pulled down, the back of her large, soft tail touching the back of her head. A scream escaped her lips as below her materialized a vat, four feet to a side, filled with slowly moving red-hot molten steel.
Her screams were cut off when she began to lower down, first her feet, then her hands, then her head engulfed in the liquid metal. The steel seemed to flow easily, pouring into her ears, her mouth, her nose, even her tear ducts, all burning with impossible pain, unsurvivable horror - but not a hair on her body was so much as singed. She sank deeper and deeper, feeling every inch of the agony as her body was dipped down into the prison that would hold her, deaf and blind and mute until someone would melt her free...
... except that she stopped before she was entirely immersed. All sane thouht had fled her before the onslaught of pain, leaving her screaming and gibbering silently into her molten mouthful of steel, but she was still aware. Some part of her, some tiny part that was not involved in determining the condition of her pain, was aware that her hips were left extruding from the block, and halfway up her thighs, and perhaps half her tail.
Suddenly, as though in a sharp snap, her mind returned - screaming, straining in useless agony against the all-encompassing pain, but unable to retreat into maddened terror, unable to hide from the ongoing burning clinging to her skin and down her airways and filling her lungs. Impossibly cutting through the molten steel and her torment, she heard the demon.
"Eternal life, unharmed and young, my new plaything. Unharmed in mind as well - you will not be permitted a retreat into madness, no matter *how* many millennia you serve me in your dark, quiet little prison. You will learn to beg silently for my commands, just to hear anything - who knows? Perhaps in a few thousand years I might even be tempted to remove you from the block to enjoy your mouth again."
The block hardened, though still glowing red; she could not move a muscle save for her exposed rear. Even her eyelids were trapped open, with red-hot steel against her eyes and down her tear ducts, and her tongue was frozen amidst more. She felt his hand between her legs, and could not even twitch as a fresh touch of agony lanced through her clitoris, feeling the demon piercing her tender nub and hanging a heavy silver pentgram from it, to tug and sway; every fresh agony was hers to experience in full despite the other distractions and pains, part of the demon's gift.
To her shock, she realized she was wet. She could think through the agony, could not *stop* thinking through the agony, felt every inch of pain... and those precious few inches that were *not* a sea of fire as well. His voice rang in her steel-blocked ears again, or perhaps just in her mind.
"Yes, my toy, your body still obeys me. Your pain is like fine wine... but I prefer an easier path for myself. Soon you will bear my spawn, to serve me in my conquest. There are no more mages, no wizards and saints left in your world, are there? None who can oppose me, then. And all thanks to you, my plaything..."