*This story has some disturbing elements to it. Not for the faint of heart*
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Mona sat on her bed, browsing a dating website dedicated to kink on her lap top. She had issues finding someone that was a good fit for her. Most of the so-called 'Dominants" she had encountered were nothing more than fakers who were either looking to cheat on their wife or girlfriend or pretending to be keen in the world of bondage and kinky sex. The reality of it was, half of the guys she engaged in conversations with didn't even know what a flogger was. Most of the guys were just looking for the easy lay and that's not what she was about.
Mona was attractive in a dark and gothic way. She mostly wore black everything. She was short and slender. Her hair was jet black and very long, reaching past the middle of her back. Her favorite garb would include black flowing skirts, a black tank top with some sort of ritualistic logo on it, fishnet stockings and high-heeled boots, black of course. Her skin was pale and her eyes were dark as well. She didn't usually wear black eye shadow and lipstick though. She always felt that would've been a little too much. Under the garbs, she had perky, B-Cup breasts with pierced nipples. She also sported a couple of well-placed tattoos.
Appearances aside, she did have one thing that she felt turned a lot of guys off. She was a devil worshipper. She read about it. She joined a couple of friends and they meddled a bit. It was more of a small cult group than anything else. They always restricted themselves from going too extreme. They never sacrificed domestic animals. They did most of their incantations based on popular things they read online. She was very open and proud to call herself a devil worshipper even if, in reality, she wasn't doing it right. She always felt this was the reason she was never popular. Devil worship seems to scare people away, or attract those who looked at this as an easy target. Her profile on the kink dating site states her devil-worshipping ways upfront to avoid confusion or surprises later.
The last "dominant" she actually met up with turned out to be the worst of them all. Mark was his name and he talked himself up really well and she took a genuine interest in him. In the end, Mark was as fake as they came. The self-proclaimed experienced Dom showed up with a starter bondage kit. He was clumsy and awkward. He gave her no pleasure. And to top it all off, he had a well below average sized penis. Mona had only slept with three guys in her life prior to Mark, and while they weren't well-endowed, they were at least average sized. One may have been slightly more than average. Mark, however, didn't have much to speak of.
What was it he claimed? 'I'm going to fuck you into submission with my huge cock.'
After a hard and ineffective spanking that succeeded in only making her uncomfortable, he finally 'fucked her into submission' like the true minute man that he was.
Snickering to herself and shaking her head, she continued through her inbox. There was one good thing that did come out of her meeting with Mark. She made the acquaintance Phillip, a friend of Mark's on the site. She found him enjoyable to talk to. He was open about learning to be a Dominant. Everything about him was very genuine. He didn't claim to be something he wasn't. He wasn't very attractive though. He was tall and very skinny. He wore glasses and didn't have much of a sense of style. Still, she found him interesting. He always seemed to keep the conversation going and he was somewhat interested in knowing about her devil worship.
She saw a new message from him amidst the many lame messages which were nothing but lamer pick-up lines. Why did men think that they could message her and immediately talk to her like she was their sub?
She read the short message from Phillip. He wanted to meet up and hang out. She pondered a moment, and then decided she would take him up on his offer and invite him over.
After hitting send and closing her laptop, she pranced to her bedroom to get ready, picking out a sexy pair of lace black thongs and a matching bra. He may not be the hottest guy in the world, or have that strong dominant personality, but she was going to be as enticing as she can be.
Phillip arrived that night dressed in his usual style-less clothing. He didn't bring a duffle bag full of toys he didn't know what to do with. It was just him. She had a bottle of wine and they shared glass after glass. They talked and they laughed and enjoyed conversation. He was quite funny and she was starting to warm up to him. Little by little, she found herself touching his hand and inching closer to him, among other subtle flirtations. He was geeky but she found herself starting to feel a little attracted to him. They were both also feeling a little tipsy as they put an end to the bottle of wine.
The conversation eventually found its way to talking about her interest in devil worship. She broke it down and told him the things she does. She decided she was going to let him in on a little secret. She told him about a talisman she found one day while she was walking along a trail in the woods on her way home. It was gold and with a clear crystal-like jewel in the center. She thought it might be worth a lot of money. She decided to keep her discovery a secret from everyone, even her devil-worshipping pals. Currently, she has it enshrined in her room and is the centerpiece to all of her dark work. Under the influence of the wine, she decided to invite him to see it.
In her room, Phillip looked around at the décor. There were pictures, jewels, books, and some other symbolic ornaments. He picked up one of her books and paged through it. She stood at her closet door, ready to show him the shrine with the talisman. She eyed him up and down as she was starting to get a little antsy. She decided that after showing him the talisman, she would hook up with him. She wasn't sure she was going to have that true Dom/sub experience. But she was okay having some fun either way.
He looked over to her.
"Are you ready to see?" she asked.
"I'm ready." He responded.
She slid open the closet door and flipped a switch. Phillip stepped over and looked inside.
The talisman was set up dead center on the back wall of the walk-in closet. It was gold, just as she described. It broke out into seven spiked points and the clear jewel sparkled brightly in the center. It was attached to a small chain with a tiny shackle at the end. There was a white powder in a perfect circle on a shelf right below the talisman. The tiny shackle rested in the center of that circle. The closet lighting glowed a mix of orange and red. The walls were upholstered in red felt and was lined with more sinister looking décor including upside down crucifixes and small very real-looking bones aligned in a sort of ritualistic pattern.
"So, what do you think?" she spoke seductively proud.
She stared at him, part of her wondering what was going through his mind, and part of her wondering how quickly she can get him out of those hideous clothes.
Phillip stepped into the large closet, not answering her. He seemed awestruck at what he was looking at. Behind him, Mona smirked as she removed her shirt and her bra, freeing her perky little breasts and exposing her pierced nipples. She hiked her skirt up and removed the pair of black panties. She was getting turned on at the fact that her choice to be a devil worshipper wasn't chasing this guy away, but seemed to be enticing him more.
"So?" she asked again, waiting for him to turn around to see what she had in mind.
Phillip just stared around the room. He seemed lost. Mona started to wonder if he wasn't getting a little freaked out.
Suddenly, Phillip dropped the book. He immediately grabbed his chest and dropped to his knees.
"Ahhhhh." He yelled.
"Phillip? What's wrong?" Mona asked.
Phillip convulsed while kneeling before the talisman. His glasses flew quickly off his face and shattered against the wall.
"What the hell? Phillip?" Mona asked growing more concerned now.
"Ahhhh....Ahhhhhh." he began to scream.
He doubled over, thumping his head on the floor. Mona looked up at the talisman with wide eyes. The clear jewel started to flicker as a flame started to form inside it. The chain and shackle started to move in a circular motion along the perimeter of the white powder.
Mona looked on, very confused. She shook her head but couldn't take her eyes off of the talisman.
The flame burst through the jewel, shattering it.
Phillip leaned back up onto his knees. He bent backwards until he was laying on the floor. His eyes opened and he stared at Mona but he saw nothing. He clenched his fists and reached for his shirt, tearing it violently from his body.
Mona looked down at him. He was grunting and growling. His body was tensing and twisting. She looked back up to the talisman and it was spinning. The chain was circling very quickly now. The upside down crucifixes began to shake. Blood started to drip from them. Each drop landed on Phillip's shirtless body, bubbling and sizzling on contact.
The red and orange lights went out, leaving the closet in pure darkness. Mona looked on, not knowing what to make of it. The lights flashed on and off again like a strobe. Phillip stood up. Mona looked relieved. Phillip stepped out of the closet. His pants were unbutton and unzipped. His eyes were empty sockets of black.
Mona wanted to scream but could only stare in a mix of fear and disbelief. Phillip took a few steps and he reached out, gripping Mona by the throat. He lifted her and slammed her into a nearby bookshelf, shattering the shelves and sending the books tumbling to the floor. He held her by the throat with one hand. She stared at him wide-eyed. With his other hand, he tore the skirt from her exposing her neatly trimmed bush and young sex.
Phillip, or whatever was left of him, breathed in deeply.
"Ah Yes." A growl escaped him.
He used his free hand to rip his pants and boxers off. He then placed his second hand on the side of her face. He released her throat and placed it on the other side of her face, holding her suspended against the wall. She wanted to cry but she was frozen in shock.
"Mona." A loud, growling voice called out. "You've been a loyal servant. You will now be rewarded. I give to you everything you've been looking for."
In her shock, Mona was able to realize that Phillip's mouth hadn't moved. The voice came from some sort of incorporeal presence.
A second, unseen pair of hands reached out, each one taking a wrist and pinning them to the wall. The hands quickly locked and she felt metal as they changed into medieval style shackles. She felt another pair of hands grab her ankles. They lifted her legs and spread them wide, pinning them to the wall just below her hands. The folds of her sex parted and she was spread very open in this position. These hands also made the change into shackles, mounting her to the wall. He released her face with his actual pair of hands and stood before her, seemingly admiring the work of mounting his servant to the wall.
Mona did not know what to expect. This was a level of devil worship she never expected to reach. She now questioned whether or not she even wanted this to go this far.
The lifeless presence of Phillip stood before her. Another unseen hand reached out and gripped her throat, pressing her hard against the wall before transforming into a larger shackle locking around her neck, bounding her to the wall. The shackle didn't choke her, but immobilized her.
