I sat in the computer chair, fuming with annoyance. I thought the nerd was this total pushover, but I was starting to realize that he had a second side to him. Like a cowardly bully he became emboldened when he had complete control… If I could keep him off balance, maybe I could keep that deviant side from taking over. Maybe I could avoid the worst of the power he had over me, but I had to be smart. I couldn’t just roll over and comply, but I couldn’t push him to full tilt either. I had to respect him as an adversary. I scowled at the thought.
I didn’t respect the nerd at first, and so I had underestimated him. I’d underestimated how much power he had over me. I’d underestimated how securely his chastity curse was, and more presently, I’d underestimated how he could think ahead.
See, he said I had to be silent, not that I couldn’t communicate, and sure enough he’d left his computer on, and unlocked. As soon as I recovered I darted over to access the internet and send out a call for help, only to find an annoying little message pop up on the browser.
No internet
Try:
Checking the network cables, modem, and router
Reconnecting to Wi-Fi
ERR_INTERNET_DISCONNECTED
I looked for an ethernet cable, and found it. But even unplugging it, and plugging it back in did nothing. I wasn’t allowed to leave, but the door handle of the bedroom door was technically “inside the room” and I’d managed to turn it and push the door open to the rest of the basement apartment. There I saw a beat up sofa, a card table with metal chairs, and a kitchenette, all of which was equally as messy as the bedroom. But what annoyed me most was when I saw the other end of the ethernet cable sitting on the kitchen floor beneath the blinking router. Screw him!
So here I sat, stewing in insatiable desire, unable to call for help, and slobbering into my gag like a fool. I grabbed my metal boob jail, and shook the bowl in annoyance. The skin around my breasts tingled, but I felt nothing from underneath them. Oh, I felt the anticipation of sensation, but these metal plates seemed to completely deaden any actual sensation. I’d tried to pry them off already, wedging a nail between steel and flesh, but it was like the unyielding trap had been bonded to my skin. There was hardly even a seam. I’d scratched myself quite nastily before I gave up the attempt. The elegant band around my waist, encasing my sex was just as secure. Even now I could feel the computer chair pressing it firmly into my ass and hips, yet no sensation reached the parts that mattered.
I could feel my body metabolizing the edge fly venom. Enticing twitches, and spasms still flitted across my skin. I tried to ignore it, knowing that if I gave in, I’d never be able to bring myself to climax. It was hard to resist. It felt good. And that made me all the more annoyed.
I reflected on my life only two days ago. I was just a normal guy. I had a decent job working lower management at a warehouse. Not the best of work, but it was stable, and it was easy, and it paid enough for drinks on the weekend. My apartment was sparse, but clean, in stark contrast to my current environment, and I was fit. Muscular even, not some twiggy twenty something with about as much musculature as a stick bug. A fit of panic fluttered through my belly. That life was no longer mine. Look at me. Look at what I’ve become.
I silenced that fear. I would figure this out, and I would get home. It’s only been one day, after all. Still. One day. I couldn’t even imagine what nefarious purpose the succubus could realize on earth in only one day. I imagined her satanic power released on the world. Someone with a strong and fit body, and all the knowledge of hell at her fingertips. She wouldn’t just ruin my life, she’d ruin the lives of everyone around her, or worse. I had to get back to my body, not just for myself, but for the future of humanity! I couldn’t give in to this nerd. I had to make him realize what’s going on, and I had to seize my life back for myself.
I sneezed into the briefs, and wrinkled my nose… Ugh… As soon as I figure out how to get free of these curses.
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9 Hells. Look at me. I’m doing spreadsheets! Spreadsheets! Can you imagine? Numbers, and formulas, on a computer! Ahhhh. I always knew humans could make money with all of those stupid “formulas”, and “data entry”, and “data processing”, but I never knew exactly how. At least I didn’t know until I got myself some primo, fresh off the vine, Human Memories! That’s right baby. I had gained SO MUCH in this little exchange. Don’t get me wrong, I still wished I had gotten a girl body. I still fantasized about a little office tryst in the broom closet. Being the guy in that interaction spoiled the thought for me. But that didn’t matter.
Wooooooo! I imported a large amount of data, manipulated a flex chart, and watched the numbers unravel before me. I got it now. Humans had needs, and wants, and all sorts of other stuff, but so few of them had magic, and they all died so quickly. Humans had to use technology to get what they wanted fast. All of these numbers weren’t just numbers. They represented so much more. So many possibilities. Everything had to be just right, or chaos would ensue. The whole system was so precarious, it was miraculous humans could manage it. It would be so easy to topple the whole tower with just a few adjustments… But that only made me want to keep it in order all the more.
When you live forever, and have magical power, things like “logistics” and “Six Sigma”, and “Kanban” mean jack shit. Stuff happened when it happened. Whether that meant it happened tomorrow or in a century rarely mattered. Sure the greater demons had their plans and schemes, but even those things tended to unravel over the astronomical timeline of centuries. They were far removed from the strict and tidy schedules humans kept… At least I think so… It’s not like I’d ever really met an elder demon.
I blushed. Zazel’s Horns. If my sisters could see me now, they’d never let me live it down… But they couldn’t see me. I was free. I reminded myself.
“Tristan.”
I looked up and saw a fat man with a professional enough demeanor. I’d seen a dozen of his type in the past. Big bellied, past his prime, a hairline losing the battle with an ashy scalp. Ugh. They were always so easy to satisfy, but their desires were so gross… Only this man didn’t seem gross. My intuition was diminished, but I didn’t get even the faintest whiff of perversion from him. What more, he was smiling.
“Excellent work today. You really knocked it out of the park.”
My eyes went wide. I… Think that was the first compliment I’d heard in a decade. I mean sure, bedroom talk, and catcalls happened all the time, but a real compliment… For good work? My human memories told me to smile, and say “no problem boss.” Or something like it, before engaging in jovial banter, but… I couldn’t manage it. I just smiled wide like a dope.
“Thanks…” I managed.
“Hey, I appreciate it, but you really don’t have to stay late, we’re doing just fine, and those forecasts can wait for tomorrow.”
“Ahh… Yeah. I know. I’m just in a good mood, I guess.”
He chuckled, “Well, don’t let me stop you. Lock up on your way out.”
I nodded, and turned back to the desk as he left. Sure, I’d picked up on the office drama, and corporate abuses, but humans were a lot simpler than I’d realized from my limited experience. More often than not, they said what they meant, and when they didn’t it wasn’t too hard to read them. I could feel this one small encounter washing away the duplicity of my demonic thoughts. I worked. I got complimented. I got paid. It was so straight forward. So… innocent.
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What if she was summoning more demons? What if I was somehow at the front of a new demon war?! The first casualty as they bring their fire and brimstone to our verdant green earth? What if she contacted Aubrey? I shivered. She and I had been on-again off-again for years now, until we were off-again for good a few months back. Still, if that succubus invited her over with my voice, she would come. What would happen next? I couldn’t bear the thought. I buried my face in my hands.
“Raaaghhhh” I muttered softly. My lust was fading, thankfully, only to be replaced with more concerns as I started to grapple with the broader implications of my situation. I was going to get my life back. I definitely was. I couldn’t give up. But that didn’t calm any of my fears about what the demon was doing in the meantime. What more, the annoyance only made me horny again! WHY? WHY did being annoyed make me horny? That’s not sexy at all! I grabbed that metal chest choker again, and shook it furiously, causing the chains to rattle.
My heart leapt as I heard a thump right above me. The sound of a door closing, and then shoes stomping across the floor. That must be Master’s… Err… The nerds landlord. Not master. Stop that, stupid brain. I tried calling out, but of course, couldn’t make more than a peep. I tried shaking my chains, but even that sound seemed muffled. I doubted any of it would be very audible through the floor. Maybe I’d figure out how to communicate with the landlord later, but I wasn’t optimistic about tonight.
The distraction from my fears was good though. It let me turn my attention to other things. Firstly, I was gross, and sweaty, and slobbery. I wanted to clean up. I turned to the bathroom, hoping beyond hope that it counted as “In the room” according to the geas so that I could take a shower.
Aaaaaaaand of course it wasn’t. That door was just as inaccessible to me as the exit. I rummaged around the room, kicking around all the grossness and found a clean shirt folded in the chest of drawers. It was clearly too small for the nerd to wear anymore. I used it to clean my face as best as I could, then plopped back into the computer chair.
I could stew in my frustration and arousal, I could fret about things out of my control, or…
I looked at the desktop. Hidden amidst all those porn game thumbnails was a little icon. Armored Core… Ahh hell. I never got the chance to play before now anyway. And that beats sitting here fretting all night. I booted up the game, and made a new profile.
I started playing. I blasted through enemies with the ease that comes from fury. I was a savage. Despite my smaller unfamiliar hands I was reacting fast and playing smart. I couldn’t get my hands on the nerd, or Eizazalique. I couldn’t cool that insatiable fire that still raged between my legs. I couldn’t crush those infuriating flies. But I could dominate this game, and dominate I did.
In that dark and aggressive state of mind, I made a resolution. Whatever Eizazalique is doing in my body, I would surely make her pay.
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“Stop making the rest of us look bad and get your ass to Bdubs.” My phone had buzzed, startling me from my work, and I looked over. “Fight night tonight, remember?”
Ahhh. I of course did not remember, but now that it was brought to my attention, I knew that there was some big cage fight happening. The memory wasn’t very strong, so it must not have been important to Tristan, but I knew his friends cared, and well, if I was getting the full human experience I should go.
I hopped into my socially responsible green car (Pshhh!), and headed on to the bar. I’d been playing it safe with my office socializing, but this guy was a friend. Chase Stirling, and a few others I didn’t know quite as well. I had memories of Chase going back to highschool, and remembered him as a wild partier. Of course, that was Tristan's assessment. Chase was quite mild compared to my own experiences.
I giggled as I pulled up to the bar.
The Bro’s. The Dudes. The Boys. Crackin’ open a Cold One. Bro hugs. Pickin’ up girls. It would all be novel, and I was looking forward to it, but I somehow knew that this body, at least, didn’t want to pick up girls.
A memory of a treacherously ordinary woman came to me. She was the type you wouldn’t see in a crowd, but who became more beautiful the longer you looked. I felt affection for her… A type of affection that tickled some lost memory from a time before I had real memoires. I wanted to be with her, but… Not like that. It wasn’t her looks that grabbed you. No. It was her looks that tricked you into thinking that she was safe. It was her smile that was dangerous. It was her wit, and her kindness, and the way she’d send you texts at just the right time. Those were the things that ensnared the soul.
Aubrey. The name came to me. Aubrey Winfield. I didn’t know much about her yet, only that she was to be treasured. I remembered that important fact. It seemed worth remembering.
As I walked in the door I spied Chase and a crowd of other guys at a standing table by the bar. They all cheered and waved me over. I threw my arms up and called back. I was welcomed as one of them, clasping hands, patting backs, and chatting about the day. I ordered a drink and Chase toasted the table.
Wowowow. Human’s are just the best.
It was enough to make me second guess the plans I had for this life.
