“Come onnnn~” A voice whined. “COME OOOON” It cried out desperately. “I’m so close!”
I could tell the voice was exhausted. Every word was light with that end of breath fatigue that only came from long arduous effort.
“Y-Yes!” He cried at last. It was in fact a he, and that one word bubbled over with more than a trickle of desperate madness.
I was dizzy and nauseous. I could see the same shimmering lights on the ceiling above me that I saw when pulled into the pentagram. I could smell the metallic tinge in the air too, but my body was numb, and my mind was drowning in a swamp of confusion. As if that weren’t enough, like the worst kind of hang over, my head started to pound too.
I rolled over, and curled up, trying to soothe the sickness within me.Time seemed like a strange and distant thing, and neither fear nor relief reached me through the fog.
I could hear the voice panting, and moments later, he began to say something.
“God… Just shut Up…” I thought. “I’m so fucking tired.” I moaned, still feeling the annoyance and fatigue from being ripped from my sleep.
He did not shut up, and in fact only got louder.
“Ugghhh.” I groaned out loud this time, but was startled by the foreign sound that I heard. It was not at all what I expected.
It was then that I realized the talking voice wasn’t so much talking as it was chanting. Chanting something that sounded very sinister. The words slipped through the air like oil across a dirty puddle, and I wretched. The sound of it did do one thing for me, It cut through the fog. Oh, the pain and nausea were still there, but I started to think more clearly and pushed myself half upright.
“What the hell?!” I asked as I opened my eyes. The body that greeted me was also not what I expected. I was so skinny… And red. A heavy weight dropped in my stomach as I raised a hand and examined it. It was so small. The fingers were short and as delicate as fishbones. The thick nails were black, and curved to a thorny point. Grimacing, I looked down, and saw modest teardrop breasts drooping sideways. Where my skin was a dark and rich ruby, my perky nipples were nearly black. It would have been a very pleasant view if it weren’t 1st person.
If I could have seen my face, I might have laughed. The shock was so profound, it was clear that there was no communication between my mind and my face. Yet that was not the most pressing matter. I forced my confusion to the back of my mind. I needed to know what was going on. I wobbled to my feet, ignoring my nudity for a moment, and looked around.
I was in a room… A filthy room… The filthy room of some fucking nerd, holy shit, was he a nerd. I thought I had a healthy collection of nerdy shwag, but this guy was next level. Plushies, figures, wallscrolls of anime harems and posters of video game heroines. It was all a bit overwhelming, and then I saw the nerd himself.
He was taller than me, which I definitely wasn’t used to, and he was bigger than me, both in body size and fat, but what confused me was the fear in his eyes as he looked at me. His chanting began to quicken in pace, and his eyes went frenzied as he gazed at me.
“What the hell are you doing?” I cried out, my high voice sounding like some annoying kid to my ears. The chanted words were definitely not helping my headache as they wiggled into my ears like leeches, and planted themselves in my mind, Before I could protest further, he shouted boldly and concluded his chant.
There was a pause. I looked at him confused. He looked at me, madness giving way to satisfaction.
Light erupted around me, and I felt heat, like I should be burning. It didn’t hurt, but I screamed anyway. The light swirled, then began to coalesce in circles around me. Bands began to form around my wrists, my ankles, and my neck. Bands with chains of light dangling in the swirls of energy. And then, they were no longer light. I felt a sudden weight as heavy metal shackles locked to my body. A heavy metal collar seized my neck and I coughed lightly. A short length of chain fell between those foreign breasts.
In an instant the lights were gone. All of them. The shimmering pentagram lights. The bands of lights that had encircled me. Faint sigils glowed on the metal bands like burning embers, and then they too faded. The room was dark, with only a hazy sunlight cutting through a basement window into the dusty room.
For the second time, the man looked at me, and I looked at the man. He started to laugh, not a happy laugh. This was the laughter of a man emptying himself of madness and anxiety. A laughter of disbelief and satisfaction.
“HEY!” I shouted. “What did you just do?!” I cried, and started to tug on the chain hanging around my neck. It, of course, did nothing to dislodge the collar, so I turned my attention to the shackles. Despite looking far too large and chunky to stay in place, they refused to budge no matter how I twisted or tugged on them. “This is crazy…” I muttered. The hole was larger than my hands, but I couldn’t get my hands out. I looked back at the man, who’s laughter was waning, giving way to a smug grin.
“I don’t know what you THINK you did.” I began, “But you REALLY FUCKED UP.” I shouted.
He winced, as if surprised by my outburst. Then held out a hand dramatically, and said. “Be silent!”
“How about, NO.” I snapped, then raised my fist and punched him on the side of the head. My skinny arm was weak, and it probably wouldn’t leave a bruise, but I didn’t relent, and grabbed his shirt. “Now tell me what you did!” I shouted.
His confusion gave way to panic. “You can’t do that! I gave you an order.”
“And I gave you an order. Now talk!”
He pushed me back, easily breaking my grip, and I nearly stumbled on some unseen clutter. He thrust out his arms and declared in a dramatic tone. “I Summoned you, daughter of Lilith, succubus of hell, and bound you to my whims! Now obey me, and be silen- OW!”
I smacked him again, harder this time.
“I’m not a succubus you idiot!”
“Fine whatever, demon, you’re still bound to me.”
I popped him again. “I’m not a demon either!”
“ENOUGH!” He shouted. To my shock, this time I did stop hitting him. I wasn’t sure why I did that… I didn’t feel compelled or anything, I just… obeyed.
I could tell from the waver in his voice that his resolve was weak, but the words that came next felt absolute to my ears. “You are my slave, summoned from the pits of hell, and You. Will. Obey me.”
I scowled deeply and raised a fist to strike him again, but couldn’t find the resolve to carry out my threat.
“Say, yes master.” He commanded.
“What?” I snapped.
“When I give you a command you acknowledge it with ‘master’ “ he explained, wavering slightly as he explained.
“What sort of weeb ass harem hentai are you watching?”
“JUST DO IT.”
“Yes master.” I found myself saying petulantly. My cheeks flushed… Red? Well, they flushed with embarrassment in any event as the words slipped out of my mouth.
I’m fucked, aren’t I?
