Author's Note: This is my entry into Literotica's 2015 April Fool's Day contest. This is a short story that I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. If you like this story, or even if you don't, please take the time to comment and vote.
This story is dedicated to AMoveableBeast, who is the inspiration behind this story as well as being a wonderful and supportive friend. :)
All sexual activities are performed by consenting adults over the age of 18. Enjoy!
The devil lives. I knew the demon was sitting dormant, waiting for the perfect opportunity to escape from its prison. It was a prison that I've desperately tried to keep secure for many years now, even long before I had gotten married. Never would I allow it to be freed, for it threatened to consume all that I hold most sacred.
It was a futile endeavor however. Despite my best efforts I knew I couldn't contain it forever. Who knew that in the end it would be the person I loved most, my husband, who had the key to unlocking the devil from its cage? By the time I realized he had released the demon it was too late. I only caught a glimpse of its long blonde hair and cruel smile before it trapped me within the confines of my own mirror. How ironic that now I was a helpless prisoner forced to endure whatever chaos the devil would bring.
On the night of the devil's escape, it wasted no time preparing a trap for my husband when he returned home from a long night at the office. It had removed everything from our bedroom; the king sized bed, the dressers, the nightstands, even the curtains that draped over the bay window. All that remained was my vanity which held the large mirror I had been imprisoned in. Once the room was cleared of undesirables, the devil brought in a small wooden chair and a CD player from the dining room, lit several candles upon the vanity and corners of the room, then erected a tall chrome pole that bolted to the hardwood floor and extended to the ceiling. The devil made sure I had a front row seat for whatever it had planned for my husband.
The trap had been set and not a moment too soon. My husband had just walked through the front door as the devil finished preparing. I could hear him walking up the stairs, calling my name.
"Run! It's a trap!" I shouted as I pounded against the glass of the mirror. "There's a monster in here!"
He couldn't hear me; the devil made sure of that. The moment he entered the room the demon leapt from behind the door and gently wrapped a blindfold around his eyes, blackening his vision to his new surroundings.
"Um, what are you up to?" he inquired with a slight smile across his face.
"It's not me! It's the devil! Run while you still can!"
The devil only giggled with the voice of a little girl. It slowly rubbed up and down his chest before unbuttoning his shirt for him then sliding it down his arms. Again it rubbed against him, sliding its fingers through the small hairs on his muscular chest and then grazing his nipples. Its right hand went further south, cupping my husband's genitals while the other hand tugged at his belt. After freeing his pants from the tightness of his belt, the devil knelt behind him, pulling his pants down as it descended. My husband's thick cock sprung to full attention while the devil finished fully undressing him.
Standing, the devil grabbed ahold of my husband's erect cock and pulled, urging him to step forward. It lead him to the wooden chair then sat him down with a slight nudge. Standing behind him, the devil grabbed each of his arms and brought them behind him, tying them together with the rope conveniently placed on the floor. After securing his wrists tightly, the devil removed the blindfold. My husband took in his surroundings as the devil walked to the bay window, staring at the full moon that illuminated the bedroom along with the dim candles.
I knew what this cursed being was, but not my husband. It had him under its spell. He was absolutely powerless to look away from its impressive womanly figure. The devil's hair was golden blonde and so long it dangled down to its shapely round bottom even with it all bound in a tight ponytail. The heels of its black thigh-high leather boots clacked against the hardwood floor as it sashayed from the window towards him. I watched his eyes widen as the creature stepped closer to him, no doubt taking in the full extent of its magnificent plump breasts that were spilling out of the cupless black corset. The black leather gloves that extended to the devil's elbows completed the devil's evil dominatrix look. As his eyes descended lower toward the bareness of the devil's sex, I felt a twinge of jealousy racing through me that burned my very soul.
Putting its leather covered hands on his shoulders, the devil lowered its head, looking my husband directly in the eyes. A sultry smile stretched across its face while licking its hungry red lips, appraising him like one would a juicy steak at a butcher's shop.
"You're a fine specimen," the beast spoke, running its long index finger down my husband's hairy chest.
"What is all this?" my husband asked as he struggled to free himself of the fibered rope that tore at his tender wrists. "What are you planning to do?"
The devil ignored his inquiry. Its fingers trailed lower, running across his toned stomach down to his pubic line. He was its plaything now, restrained and helpless. The demon walked behind him, tightly gripped the back of the chair, then dragged him across the floor toward the center of the room. The legs on the chair screeched loudly and left gouges in the hardwood floor in its wake. The noise stopped when the devil positioned him a few feet in front of the steel pole, facing it.
The devil withdrew from him, walking towards me. It gazed wickedly at me with cold brown eyes full of evil intent. The creature pressed "play" on the small CD player sitting on the vanity next to me then slowly walked back to the steel pole in the center of the room. The beast gripped the pole with its right hand and spun slowly as the intro to the song "Christian Woman" by Type O' Negative played.
Once the hard electric guitar riff started, the devil faced my husband while gripping the pole above its head with both hands. Its body moved with the fluidity of the ocean to the beat of the music, bucking against the open air. I watched helplessly as my husband smiled at the devil performing its dance of seduction -- his thick cock going from mildly hard to full mast.
"No! You must resist it!" I cried out over the loud music.
The devil was in complete control, my husband now at its mercy. Vaulting itself into the air, the devil climbed to the top of the pole. It then leaned outward, holding only by one hand and its locked ankles, and ground its bare sex against the pole. My husband's head looked up at the gyrating creature, unable to turn his gaze away. Smiling, it clutched the pole with its thighs then hung inverted. With its hands now free, it played with its pussy that was now eye level with my husband. Its hungry eyes locked onto him like a fierce predator, reveling in teasing him, taunting him.
Descending down the pole in a spiral of gymnastics, the demon's heels slammed against the floor with a loud thud, its perfect ass barely grazing my husband's knees. It leaned its back against his chest, its arms wrapping around the back of his neck. Its blonde hair tickled his nose as it ground its bare ass against his full erection that was nestled between its curved cheeks. The devil moaned sweet nothings into his ear as his cock slid between the luscious valley of its ass, hoping to erase all traces of me within his mind.
A teasing giggle escaped its lips before returning to its feet. The demon faced him with its back against the pole, its arms extended high. Again it jumped into the air, holding the pole with its hands and spreading its legs wide. I saw my husband wet his lips as he starred at the creature's inviting pussy that was suspended in the air in front of him, beckoning him to touch it. The demon then braced its heels against his shoulders, digging them in as it humped against the open air. His eyes never left the demon's inviting pussy that had a hint of moistness which shimmered in the candlelight.
Gracefully dropping its feet back to the floor, the devil strolled over to the candles, singing softly to itself the words to the song blaring from the stereo. After grabbing the small silver basin with a burning candle at its center, it walked back to my husband, spun the chair with its back against the pole and straddled his waist.
"Wha-what are you going to do with that?" my husband stuttered.
The devil just smiled as it poured the hot oil pooled in the basin down its front. I watched as beads of thick oil trailed down the demon's perfect tits, across its erect protruding nipples, down its flat stomach, and finally stopping where its bare pussy met my husband's waist with his cock sandwiched between the devil and himself. The hot oil left trails of red skin in its wake. The devil was unfazed, but I could see the discomfort on my husband's face as more and more of the hot oil reached his genitals.
The devil leaned forward, its lips attaching to the side of his neck; kissing, suckling, biting. It pressed its slick breasts against his body and smeared the warm oil all across his chest. Gripping its breasts, the devil massaged his chest with its tits like they were heavy soft sponges. My heart sank when I heard him let out a soft groan followed by a hissing "Yes". He was enjoying everything the devil was doing to him.
"You could at least pretend you don't like this, you bastard!" I screamed.
The devil only smirked at my contempt. It grabbed his straining cock that protruded between its inner thighs and stroked it with its oily leather covered hand. His head leaned back as the creature stroked him with increasing speed, all while rubbing its slick tits up and down his body.
