((Content warning, this chapter is much raunchier, and might include kinks some people don't like))
“Why?!” I cried. “You’ve got the wrong being! That’s not my true name, surely that’s dangerous or something. Maybe I’ll go rogue, and kill you in your sleep.” I bluffed, but only a little.
“Hmmm.” He responded with amusement, again his eyes trained on mine with an intensity that was missing the previous day. “It’s not dangerous, because you’re not going to do that.”
“Oh yeah,?” I asked, furrowing my brow and bearing my claws. “These are more than sharp enough to get the job done.”
“I’m sure they are, but that’s not what I mean. YOU are not going to do anything.” He maintained his smug grin. I reared back to hit him, but he easily blocked me and grabbed my wrist. I was meeting his eyes, with an intense scowl when I felt a sudden sharp twist on my tit. I just yelped and jumped back, crossing my arms over my chest. His other hand was left hanging in the air, his finger and thumb still pinched together betraying his guilt.
He laughed. “See, I was confused at first, but I’ve got you figured out now.”
I rolled my eyes. Yeah, figured out that I’m a guy that got swapped with a succubus? Tell me all about it.
“You’re a Tsundere!” He declared brightly.
“WHAT?” I shouted in reply.
“Yeah, that’s the only explanation.” He declared, the tempo of his speech only increasing as he spoke. “All succubus love sex! They’re literally made for it, even if you’re a virgin. So this must be your whole thing, you already know what I like, and this is all foreplay before you submitt to your overwhelming desire to fuck me.” His voice took on a lecherous tone towards the end, and his face was blissfully dopy.
I recoiled at both the ignorance and audacity. “You porn brained Weeb! I’ll cut you to ribbons before I fuck you.”
He continued to chortle “A Sadodere works too.”
I leapt at him, hands around his neck, we both tumbled into his bed, but a moment later a flash blasted me across the room. I crashed into a wall with a clatter of broken wood panels, and rattling metal chains, then fell into the pile of trash bags with a thud.
He looked up from the bed, a bit bewildered. It was clear he hadn’t counter attacked me consciously. Slowly the smirk came back to that smug face of his. “Yeahhh. That was stupid. You’re bound to me. I’m your master, remember?”
I looked at my sizzling hands. Visually there was nothing wrong with them, but steam was rippling from them, and they stung like I’d just grabbed a kettle from an open fire.
“You’ve clearly been to earth before, but maybe you’ve only been summoned a few times?” He pondered. “If that’s the case… Maybe I need to break you in.” A smile like a razor wound cut across his face.
I balled my fists as the pain diminished, but the glyphs on my cuffs continued to glow, and my arms remained numb.
“But what to do?” He asked. “Oh shit, this is just great.” his voice teeming with excitement.
I wondered why I had been blasted away this time, when my physical abuse yesterday hadn’t done a thing… Maybe because, at least for a moment, I really did want to throttle him. I mean… Not kill him, just knock him out. If magic really could discern my intentions, I had to be careful and keep that in mind.
“How about this… You can only meow until I forgive you.” He shook his head. “Nah, I want to save that.” He tapped his lip. “Maybe your tits keep growing until you fuck me?” He raised an eyebrow, and looked my way. “Feels too forced.”
He stood up and walked over to me, I rolled over onto my ass, but was frankly too achy to jump to my feet. There, sitting in a literal pile of trash, with him grinning lasciviously, I started to realize the gravity of my situation. I had gotten away with a lot so far, hitting him, smacking him, and ignoring his commands. The shackles were symbolic at most. But now? I’d run into the edge of my cage, and I was starting to see the walls closing in. The metal weights around my neck, wrists, and ankles felt heavier than ever.
My mouth went dry, and my breath grew shallow. He could tell I was afraid, and I knew he could tell.
“Maybe I’ve been overthinking it.” He resolved. “We can get to all the really good stuff later. Right now, you need to learn what it means to be a slave.”
I grit my teeth and recoiled.
With the snap of a finger, the loose chains on my cuffs and collar suddenly pulled tight. My legs were pulled out from under me, forcing me onto my stomach, and my arms were wrenched behind my back. My shoulder popped and I cried out. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I could tell nonetheless. Every loose chain, including the one connected to my collar, was locking together, hog tying me nice and tight, arching my back, and pointing my face upwards. I tried to resist the collar, and force my head back down, but of course that was futile, and only caused a coughing fit.
I didn’t hear the words, but I felt the surge of magic as he cast another spell. I felt tension on my cuffs, then felt my limbs being pulled higher and higher.. My belly and thighs stretched harshly, and my back arched even further, but it was my shoulders that were most distressed, slowly being pulled in an unnatural direction. I grunted as my belly left the ground, and I kept floating higher in the air until I was just short of eye level with the nerd. The pain wasn’t too bad, but the posture was extremely uncomfortable and utterly vulnerable. I hissed heavily through gritted teeth as my body stopped its ascent, leaving me in a hanging hog tie over the trash.
“There, see?” The nerd said. “This is the relationship between master and slave. Warlock and Demon”
“You’re not a warlock.” I spat, as I struggled to get a full breath in my distressed position. I knew it was stupid to talk back. I knew I should bide, but I was fighting off my own fear as much as I was rebelling. Giving into him meant giving into my own terror. Resistance gave me purpose, and I clung to it. “You’re just a perverted incel.”
He scowled and hissed at that remark. I’d touched a nerve, and I wavered. Fuck… Maybe I went too far. Especially considering my current predicament.
To my surprise, his expression cooled. “Maybe I am a pervert.” He concluded. “Lucky for you, daughter of Lilith.”
He picked up one of his dirty underpants and shoved them in my mouth. My pupils dilated, my heart rate surged. Helpless or not, I roared my fury into that filthy fabric gag.
“Lock” The nerd said with a snap. A miniscule light appeared in front of my mouth. It was an innocuous little glow that soon faded, but I realized it was more insidious than I realized. I tried to maneuver the fabric out of my moth with my tongue, but when I did so, the glow returned, and the fabric stayed in place.
“Hrrmph!?” I grunted, and tried again, but no matter how I pushed, or gagged, or spit, or wretched, the briefs stayed firmly lodged in my mouth. That little glow returned with every attempt, teasing me playfully.
Fuck. I could taste it. Not just the fabric, or the bitter soap from the laundry detergent, I could taste the sweat, and musk, and the sour hint of something worse. I could tell he’d worn these multiple days before letting them fall to the floor, and there they stewed even longer before being firmly planted in my mouth.
He stood up, and walked over to a bookshelf where he retrieved an old tome. With a smirk he stated. “This isn’t quite enough. I mean, this is little more than a time out. I think you need a proper punishment.” He began to read from the book in that shuddering unfamiliar language. Magic tingled through the air, then as he held out a hand, a tiny little spark appeared at the tip of his fingers and flew towards me with the wandering path of a drunken fly.
It landed on my nose, tickling and itching, and after a bit of wrinkling and shaking, I dislodged it. The fly hovered in the air before me for only a moment before zipping down and out of sight. I was breathing heavily through my nose, head pulled back, eyes wide open as I tried to figure out what the spark was doing when I felt a touch on my right tit. It wandered around the hanging flesh, tickling the flesh like a tip of the feather. I trembled, involuntarily, but it wasn’t too bad. What tickle torture? Really? Dude, that’s annoying but…
It bit my nipple.
I screamed through my vile gag, then despite myself moaned as an energy, like venom, flowed into my body. It caused me to fluster with a sudden arousal. I felt the little spark walking across my flesh, leaving a torturing tingle behind. There was a buzzing sensation from the bite. It was like the oversensitivity from a sleeping limb waking up, but with a sensual edge injected into the tingle.
It bit me again, this time on the fattier flesh of my boob, It was still way too sensitive. I jolted violently, and the chains groaned. The fly dislodged itself, but not before piercing me with more of that stimulating venom. The nerd just watched, a smug smile on his face as two more sparks fluttered from his fingers. One was too much, but three? My eyes widened, my pupils dilated as I felt a frenzy to escape build within me.
“These are edge flies.” He explained. “Can you guess why they’re called that?” I moaned, and he laughed. “I guess you’ll find out either way.”
. One landed on the nape of my neck, biting right away. I tried to squish it quickly, but it slipped away, as if it were never there. I growled in annoyance, but the fluttering fuckers remained carefully out of harms way. I felt the spreading of venom in my neck, but it wasn’t too bad, just a heightened stimulation. At least, it wasn’t too bad until my hair started to tickle that new sensitive spot. I grunted and scrunched my shoulders as much as I could in defense.
The third fly got itself caught in my curly muff. I could feel it crawling around, shifting the hairs, and trying to get to the sensitive flesh between my legs. I pinched my legs closed tightly, trying to keep the invader away, when another spark fly bit me on the hip. My leg spasmed against my will, allowing the one tickling my pubes to reach my pussy. It bit down fast and hard on that most sensitive flesh. I could feel little pulses of magic flowing into my vulva, firing my sex like billows to a furnace. I screamed into the undies, and pinched my legs together once again.
My lungs deflated in a moan as the sexual stimulation lingered long past the moment of the edge fly’s bite. Part of me was sorry it left, but before I could reprimand that depraved part of my mind, the other two flies had already found more sensitive spots. The soles of my feet, my inner thigh, my exposed ass, the middle of my back, my tits. God they buzzed my tits like fruit flies over honey. My new libido was still unfamiliar to me. It was an unmapped land of pain and pleasure, and I was being thrust into the wilderness alone.
I was jolting, shouting, and writhing so much, I didn’t even notice that the nerd had taken a seat at the computer chair and was watching my torment with a satisfied look in his eyes.
It was an unrelenting attack. As soon as I’d responded to one magical sting, the next was on its way. When a fly landed on a spot it had bitten before, I felt a fluttering sensation of arousal, as if that skin had turned erogenous against my will. When a fly BIT a place it had bit before, my nerve endings went white hot with overstimulation, and I practically passed out, only to be woken again by the next bite. I didn’t have any breaks to steal myself against their torture, I could only feel, react, and feel again as the sparks fluttered about my body
The worst part was, I started to want them to stay put. Keep biting my tit. Keep teasing my cunt. Torture my exposed ass. It felt good. I Admit it! It feels good fuck. don’t stop! That’s what you want, right? Just bite me, hold on, never let go. The pain, the tickling, the pleasure. I’ll take it all at once, just stop the teasing. Stop walking, tickling, building anticipation only for me to get bitten somewhere else. I can’t bear it any longer.
Alas, even in this admission I was denied. As soon as the pleasure began to crest. As soon as I was able to truly indulge in the sensation, the spark moved somewhere else, leaving me stinging and buzzing with more and more overstimulated, desirous, traitorous flesh.
I craned my neck, fighting against the tied collar and looked at the nerd. My brows peaked, pleading for him to stop the assault. It hadn’t even been five minutes, but I couldn’t bear it anymore. I moaned desperately through the now wet brief, mouth soaked with the taste of them.
He just smiled, put on headphones, turned to his computer, and booted up Armored Core.
