Julia was having a very bad day. She spent most of the day at work getting chewed out by her boss, her car was acting up, and she just wasn’t happy with the direction that her life was headed in. She had hoped to take a bath and turn in early, but her roommate Melissa had some friends over and she didn’t think that she’d be able to get to sleep with all the noise. Irritated, she headed towards into her bedroom and shut the door behind her.
Approaching her bed, Julia stumbled a bit and fell towards the wall. Landing on the floor, she inadvertently ended up bumping up against the bookshelf, causing it to wobble. Sitting on the floor, she watched as the vase she kept on top of the shelf fell off of it. As she watched the vase tumble towards the ground a deep sense of foreboding came over her. She didn’t understand why – as far as she knew it was just some cheap knickknack that she had picked up in an antique store months ago – yet she somehow sensed that something extraordinarily bad was about to happen.
Landing on the floor with a sharp shattering sound, the vase exploded into thousands of pieces. Julia expected that much. What she didn’t expect, though, was what came out of it. A cloud of supernaturally thick black smoke rose from the shattered porcelain, swirling about and shifting itself into a vaguely humanoid figure. Julia tried to let out a scream as the smoke congealed into something more corporeal, but found herself unable to make any noise louder than a dull whimper. As the scent of hazelnuts filled her nostrils, she sat on the floor paralyzed in fear and watched as the smoke finally took shape.
What stood before her may have been vaguely humanoid, but it certainly wasn’t human. This was something of a big deal for Julia – never the superstitious type, her mind couldn’t make sense of the data that her eyes were feeding it. She wanted to believe that it was just a man in a costume, but the otherworldly qualities of what stood before her made it impossible for her to accept that explanation. The word
demon kept popping up in her mind, and though she had never believed in such things she was unable to come up with a plausible alternate explanation as to just what in the hell it was.
Standing over seven feet tall, its body looked like a twisted version of a man’s. Its arms and legs were in the same places as a man’s would be, but they were just a bit longer and more savage than what would be considered human. Draped in blood-red robes, its skin was a perfect black – not simply dark, but seeming to devour any light that might touch it. Its face seemed to be some twisted hybrid between the face of a man and the face of a bull, with bright red eyes that glowed like iron in a forge. Brutal spikes protruded through its skin on its knuckles, elbows, and knees. It looked very much like something that was designed not just for combat, but for cruelty.
I’m losing my mind, Julia whimpered to herself quietly.
That seems possible, the creature replied, its voice surprisingly smooth for something generated by such a ferocious creature.
Your kind is prone to such things, after all. I wouldn’t worry about it too much, though – there’s seven billion more of you; the loss of one is hardly significant. You may call me Dantalion, by the way.
Please leave me alone, Julia begged, absolutely terrified.
I could, Dantalion shrugged,
but I don’t think you want that. You see, Julia, you’re the one that freed me from that decrepit urn I’ve been trapped in. Given how much I despised being in there, I think you deserve a reward for your troubles.
I don’t want it, Julia whimpered.
I’m happy with things the way they are, and all I want is for you to go.
Now you’re just being silly, Dantalion laughed dismissively.
I can see through your soul, Julia – I know how unhappy you are with your life. You feel perpetually weak and impotent, insignificant and meaningless in your world. You’re right, by the way – you are the very poster child for irrelevancy. I can change that, little girl. I can give you the power that you so desperately crave. I can make you matter.
Though scared out of her mind, the demon’s words were extremely tempting to Julia. He was dead-on accurate – she felt tremendously unimportant in life, and frequently wished that she did have the power to change things. Still, even without believing in the existence of demons she knew that making a deal with one probably wasn’t the best idea. She might have wanted power, but she wasn’t at all interested in what she suspected she’d have to exchange for it.
You can’t have my soul, she replied, hoping to make it clear that she knew what was going on and wasn’t going to have any part of it.
I don’t want it, Dantalion shrugged.
In fact, if you really get down to it you don’t even have a soul – you’re really little more than a series of chemical reactions which has achieved self-awareness, with no mystical spark inside of you giving any greater significance than iron oxidizing into rust. You’ve watched too many movies, little girl – you’re not Faust, I’m not Mephistopheles, and I’m not planning to force you to sign any contracts in blood or ink. I’m offering you a gift, not a bargain – you’re obligated to give me nothing in exchange. I do, however, have to make sure you’re worthy first.
Julia wasn’t quite sure how to react. Though the demon’s words sounded sincere, his cruel visage led her to believe that trusting him would be unwise. At the same time, though, she desperately wanted what it seemed like he was offering her. She was still quite terrified, but turning down her one chance to turn her life around just because the creature making the offer looked frightening seemed almost impossible. She couldn’t bring herself to agree, but she couldn’t bring herself to outright refuse either.
What exactly does that mean? she asked, telling herself that she’d at least hear him out before turning him down.
Simple, Dantalion explained.
Your breed has an unfortunate tendency to internally fight against yourselves. As the saying goes, you are your own worst enemies – constantly battling against what you view as your baser instincts. Allow me to demonstrate.
Dantalion slowly approached Julia, extending his clawed hand. Julia tried to get up and run away, but found that her body simply wouldn’t cooperate with her. She tried again to scream, but all she was able to produce was a timid whimper, easily drowned out by Melissa’s music from the next room. Unable to move, she watched petrified as the demon brought his hand to her face. As his preternaturally cold flesh of his palm made contact with Julia’s forehead she clenched her eyes tightly shut, hoping that when she opened them everything would be back to normal.
Unfortunately, upon opening her eyes Julia found that everything was most certainly not back to normal. In fact, things had only gotten stranger. Instead of being in the comfort of her bedroom, she found herself in a room with no windows or doors. The walls, floor, and ceiling were a pure, solid white – or at least she assumed they were. She knew there was a floor, as she knew she was standing on something, but she wasn’t sure if there even were walls or a ceiling. The perfect white blended together, hiding any detail of corners or edges that might have existed.
As alarming as the change of setting was to Julia, it wasn’t the most alarming thing that she was experiencing. As the demon removed his hand from her forehead she felt completely overcome with lust. It felt monstrously inappropriate to her – it seemed to her that the only thing she ought to be feeling when in the presence of a literal demon was sheer terror. Although the terror was still present and she still wanted very much to run away screaming, a significant part of her also wanted to masturbate – even though she knew how wrong it would be.
What the fuck did you do to me? she demanded, pleasantly surprised to find that she was capable of speaking loudly again though more than a little unhappy with the lust she heard in her own voice.
Nothing permanent, Dantalion explained.
And nothing too severe, either. I’ve simply caused your body to be a bit more receptive to physical sensation. Everything that you feel will be more intense – both pleasure and pain. I’ve also given it a gentle nudge towards the pleasure side of that particular scale, though it would be simple enough to reverse things if that turns out to be a problem for you.
Change it back, Julia begged, still hearing more sex in her voice than she wanted to.
This isn’t right – I don’t want to feel like this!
Which is exactly my point, Dantalion smiled.
As I said, you’re currently on the pleasure side of the scale – which is by definition what you should want to feel. With your senses heightened, you could experience more pleasure than you ever realized was possible. You could fuck yourself right now and find yourself in a state of perpetual orgasm, yet you choose instead to beg me to change it back. Why is that, little girl?
Because I’m not some filthy slut! Julia exclaimed, wishing that her body would agree with her and stop being so aroused.
Such an interesting word, Dantalion chuckled.
Do you know what a slut is, little girl? A slut is a human that is no longer constrained by its own false morality. A slut would have the intelligence to understand that the heightened sensation that I just gave you is a gift, and a slut would have no qualms about taking full advantage of it. This, incidentally, is my point – you’re not a slut, Julia. Rather than giving in and doing what you really want to do, you fight yourself – insisting that you must not allow yourself to feel pleasure, though never really understanding exactly why that is.
Julia told herself that he was full of shit, but she couldn’t seem to make herself believe it. Despite her immense terror she had never been so turned on in her life; her body screamed at her to relent and do as the demon had suggested. Steeling her will, she reminded herself that she was a respectable person, not some filthy animal ruled over by its most basic urges. Though she desperately wanted to give in, she just couldn’t allow it.
You can’t make me do that, she growled defiantly.
You might be able to screw with my body, but you can’t force me to do anything.
Is that so?Dantalion laughed.
Raising his hand into the air, Dantalion motioned quickly to the side. Confused and terrified, Julia found herself rising up to her feet and stretching her arms out wide. She tried to stop herself, but she found she no longer had even the slightest control of her own body. As she watched in impotent fear, she brought her right hand to her left wrist, extended a finger, and dragged the nail down her arm. Although she wasn’t pressing hard enough to break the skin, with her intensified physical sensations it felt like the most severe pain imaginable. Feeling as if a soldering iron drenched in vinegar was being dragged across her skin, Julia let out an agonized scream.
After a few seconds Dantalion motioned in the opposite direction and Julia removed her nail from her arm. The pain faded quickly, though adrenaline coursed through her veins and she could feel her heart pounding rapidly. Still unable to control her own body, she watched in horror as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, stripped out of it, and removed her bra. She focused as hard as she could in a futile attempt to regain her own autonomy, but it was no use. All she could do was to whimper as she brought her hands to her breasts and began to gently rub them.
Please stop this, she begged.
I’m sorry that I said you couldn’t force me – clearly I was wrong. Please don’t rape me, though – please?
Rape you? Dantalion laughed.
I’m not even touching you, little girl. No, I won’t be raping you tonight, and you have my word on that – unfortunately, I’m not so sure you can make the same promise.
Still playing puppet to the demon, Julia began to roll her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. The sensation was intense – just as the pain produced by dragging her fingernail across her skin had been amplified earlier, so too was the pleasure that she felt in her nipples. Unprepared for the intensity of what she felt, she let out an accidental moan. Ashamed of herself for reacting in such a slutty manner, she clamped her mouth shut tightly and did her best to repress any further signs of enjoyment.
Unfortunately for Julia, hiding what she was feeling was a difficult task. Her nipples had always been a bit on the sensitive side, and with her senses so dramatically elevated the pleasure she was feeling was beyond anything she had experienced before. To her horror, she realized that she might actually reach orgasm through nothing other than the stimulation to her nipples. Disgusted by the idea of cumming in such a corrupt and wrong way, she did her best to think of other things in a futile attempt to sabotage her own pleasure. She tried hard to focus only on the terror that she was feeling as opposed to the pleasure, but neither her body nor her mind seemed to want to cooperate.
Please stop, Julia begged again, disgusted by the idea of having an orgasm while the demon watched.
You have to stop this right away, please!
Why the urgency? Dantalion replied dismissively.
You sound like you’re enjoying yourself, so why should I stop this right away? Why not wait a few minutes and see where this goes?
Julia wasn’t quite sure how to respond. She really didn’t want to tell the demon that the urgency was due to the fact that she’d reach orgasm if she kept playing with her nipples, but she doubted that she’d be able to hold herself back for a few more minutes. Suspecting that he already knew what was going on and realizing that there’d be no hiding it if she did actually cum, she decided to swallow her pride and tell him the truth.
If you don’t stop now, she moaned,
I’m going to orgasm. Please – I can’t hold this off much longer!
Why should you? Dantalion shrugged.
Your kind loves to orgasm – you might pretend otherwise, but it’s actually one of your favorite things. Still, if it’s too much of a problem for you, I suppose I could relent. If you’d prefer, I can have you twisting your nipples painfully instead of simply toying with them. Just say the word.
Julia might not have been eager to experience an orgasm in such a shameful situation, but she wasn’t about to ask him to make her hurt herself. The pain that she had experienced earlier when she had been forced to drag a fingernail across her skin had been so intense; she doubted that she could handle the far more significant pain that would be involved in torturing her own nipples. Terrified of the alternative, she focused her energy on staving off her rapidly approaching orgasm – she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it off forever, but she desperately hoped that the demon would show her mercy eventually.
As her resolve began to melt away, Julia wondered what she was doing. She knew that if she gave in and allowed herself to cum it would likely be the most intense orgasm of her life, yet she still felt compelled to avoid it. Though she hated it, the demon’s words were beginning to make sense – she really was fighting against her own best interests. She accepted that her actions didn’t make much sense, but it didn’t seem like it would make a difference – whether she wanted to or not, she was about to cum.
Immediately before her orgasm began, though, she felt her fingers removing themselves from her nipples and her arms stretching back out. The frustration of being so close to orgasm and having it denied at the very last second was massive; in many ways it was even more painful than dragging her fingernail across her skin had been. Emotionally breaking down, she began to cry tears of sexual frustration as the demon looked on grinning sadistically.
Please let me finish, she choked out, utterly humiliated but unable to handle the stress of being denied.
Let you finish what, little girl? Dantalion laughed, feigning ignorance.
Julia knew what he was doing. Apparently it wasn’t humiliating enough to just force her to ask him to let her finish, he wanted her to explicitly spell it out for him. She considered refusing, but the urge to cum was far too great for her to just ignore it. Swallowing her pride, she rationalized that the demon already knew exactly what she was talking about anyway, so at least it wouldn’t be as if she were telling him something that he didn’t know.
Please let me cum, she whimpered, hating herself for giving in without more of a fight.
Dantalion waved his hand again, a mischievous smile plastered across his cruel face. Instead of seeing her hands return to her chest on their own, she found that she had regained control of her body. This irritated her – she felt slutty enough after having begged the demon to let her finish without being forced to put in the work herself. Still, she was desperate, and figured that she had already humiliated herself so thoroughly that it wouldn’t make too much of a difference. Deeply ashamed of how she was behaving but unable to hold herself back, she willingly brought her hands back to her chest. To her frustration, though, her nipples had lost their elevated sensitivity – while playing with them felt mildly good, she doubted she’d be able to attain orgasm from that alone.
You seemed so confused earlier, Dantalion explained.
You begged me to make you stop playing with your nipples, then you begged me to let you finish. I hate to see your breed using what little brainpower it has so chaotically, so I figured I’d simplify things for you. Your nipples are no longer extraordinarily sensitive, though everything below the belt still is. Do with that information as you please.
Julia was a bit disgusted by the new development. Playing with her nipples was shameful enough; actual masturbation seemed beyond what she could tolerate. Unfortunately, instead of her frustration dissipating over time it seemed to only have grown stronger. Choking down her self-disgust, she attempted to shove her hand down her pants but found that she was unable to fit even a single finger down the waistband of her khakis. It struck her as odd – the pants had never been so tight-fitting in the past, and she suspected the demon was responsible. Grumbling quietly to herself, she attempted to rub her crotch through the pants but found that her hand wouldn’t cooperate. As Dantalion looked on smiling, she realized that she wouldn’t be able to have her orgasm until after she stripped naked.
Can you look away please? she requested irritably.
I’d really like some privacy.
Privacy? Dantalion chuckled.
Why, little girl? Do you think I was in that urn for so long that I’ve forgotten what human anatomy looks like? You don’t need privacy – hiding in the shadows is such a large part of why you are where you are. In fact, you need the opposite.
Dantalion approached Julia again and placed his hand upon her forehead. Just as she had the time before, Julia closed her eyes as the icy skin of the demon’s palm made contact with her face. She sensed that she was no longer in the white room that she had been in, and based on what the demon had just said to her suspected that she wouldn’t appreciate the change of venue. As she felt his hand lifting off of her skin, she cautiously opened her eyes and immediately regretted it.
Rather than standing in an empty room, Julia found herself in the center of a stage. With a spotlight on her she found it impossible to see anything other than her immediate surroundings, but she feared that it was no longer just her and the demon. Forcing herself to ignore her burning need for an orgasm even if only temporarily, she attempted to run away only to find there was nowhere to run to – the stage seemed to go on forever regardless of which direction she ran and the spotlight simply followed her.
Julia didn’t manage to run for very long. With each step she found her arousal growing more and more intense; ignoring it quickly became physically painful. She could feel her clit throbbing in her panties; she sincerely worried that she might actually explode if she didn’t get some satisfaction soon. Knowing that she needed to do something, she tried to convince herself that it was all a dream and she was still safely in her bedroom. She didn’t really believe it, but she needed some excuse for what she was about to do.
Taking a deep breath, Julia undid her pants and slid out of them. She attempted to masturbate through her panties so that she could retain just the slightest shred of dignity, but found that just like her pants she was unable to fit even a finger through the waistline. Mortified but unable to put it off any longer, she cursed the demon and slipped out of her underwear, deeply embarrassed by how wet her panties had grown. Fully naked and on stage, her feelings of vulnerability and shame rivaled her feelings of sexual frustration.
Reasoning that if she was going to have to suffer the indignity of being fully nude on stage then she might as well get something out of it, Julia thrust her hand into her crotch. As her fingers made contact with her engorged clit she felt overcome with the greatest physical pleasure she had ever experienced. Strangely, though, she did not cum. Although masturbating felt extremely good, it wasn’t doing anything to get her the satisfaction that she so desperately yearned for.
You’re going to need to be bolder, came Dantalion’s voice.
Simply standing there and rubbing yourself might normally do the trick, but the type of orgasm you’re looking for is going to require a bit more dedication. Lie down on your back and spread your legs so that the audience can see. Don’t just fidget with your clit, either – fuck yourself like a true slut.
Julia cringed a bit at the word
audience – she absolutely hated thinking that people were watching her, yet at the same time found the idea strangely arousing. Her clit still throbbed painfully, though, and she really didn’t have the composure to debate it. Telling herself that she’d be able to somehow make everything all right later, she did as the demon requested and laid down on her back. Spreading her legs wide, she went back to work masturbating but found that satisfaction still would not come. Before she could ask for clarification, though, a dildo rolled onto the stage and bumped against her shoulder.
She understood that she was meant to use it to fuck herself, but that was a bit of an issue. The dildo was nearly three inches in diameter, significantly thicker than anything that had ever been inside of her. A part of her worried that she’d be unable to take such a thick object, another part of her worried that she would. She wasn’t happy about trying, but she realized that she really didn’t have a choice at that point. Overpowered by lust and shame, she took the dildo in her hand and brought it to her crotch.
Pressing the head into her slit, Julia found that the dildo did fit – though not too easily. She was wet enough to insert it, but she could feel the girth stretching her out. It was mildly painful for her, but not necessarily in a bad way. Humiliated but still desperate to attain satisfaction, Julia began to slowly fuck herself with the dildo. A part of her was deeply ashamed of how easily she had been able to insert it – it felt tremendously slutty to be able to take such a thick object at all.
Slowly fucking herself with the dildo, Julia’s shame gradually faded away into pleasure. Though she was a bit concerned that she really was stretching herself out with such a massive object, the idea actually struck her as fairly hot. Still enslaved to her passion, even the pain of taking such a large object was driving her closer to orgasm. Before her lust could completely silence her sense of modesty, though, she found a new cause for concern.
She couldn’t be certain, but she thought she heard voices softly mumbling amongst themselves in front of her. Forced to remember what the demon had said about an
audience, Julia realized that she had no idea how many people might be watching her, or even if they were people at all. The idea of being watched while she defiled herself with such a large sex toy was deeply humiliating, yet at the same time it seemed to make the act that much more arousing. Figuring that she had already come so far that it wouldn’t help to back down at that point anyway, Julia continued to build up speed as she felt her orgasm growing closer.
As Julia fucked herself harder and harder the voices before her seemed to grow louder. What was once a gentle mumbling that was so quiet she wasn’t even sure if she had really heard it transformed into a dull roar. She could no longer tell herself that she wasn’t being watched, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop either. She told herself that stopping would be pointless – the audience had already seen her fucking herself with a massive dildo so the damage was already done – but she knew that wasn’t the real reason for her persistence. The truth was that just knowing she was being watched by strangers was a massive turn-on – as shameful as it felt, feeling as though every unseen eye in the room was glued to her was extremely exciting.
As the roar of the crowd grew louder, Julia began to make out individual voices. She was a bit horrified by what they were saying – how disgusting she was behaving seemed to be a common theme. Some of them even shouted instructions at her –
fuck yourself harder, you stupid bitch seemed to come up rather frequently. Ignoring the voice in the back of her head that screamed at her to stop before she lost all of her dignity, Julia complied with the requests and fucked herself as hard as she could.
Pushed to her limits both physically and emotionally, Julia felt her orgasm finally beginning. Her muscles contracted violently – she realized that she must have looked like she was having a seizure, but she really didn’t care. Moaning so loudly that her vocal chords hurt, she embraced the most powerful orgasm of her life. As the crowd erupted into applause with lewd catcalls mixed in, Julia felt herself drifting out of consciousness from the sheer energy with which she came.