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The Demon Ochen

The Demon Ochen

by morpheme
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The music had a heavy base as she looked out at the stage from behind the curtain. Anik was nervous. "Ochen."

"

I'm hungry,

" Ochen said in her voice, the tones lower and toneless.

"I don't know how to dance like that," she protested.

"

I'll help you, my love,

" Anik said, but it was Ochen who was speaking. Red splashed behind her eyelids. "

Listen to the music.

"

#

A week later, a man on the edge of the stage held up a hundred dollar bill.

"

Beautiful,

" Ochen said, his lust tinging her vision red, her lips moving. It was nothing the men could hear over the thudding beat. Ochen sang to them. "

She's so beautiful.

"

The men were getting more excited around her. Ochen was drinking it in, a deep sound coming from her throat. She turned around as a man threw a bill onto the stage, Anik contorting, her bottom moving. Her hair fell around her, straight, dark brown and thick.

"Fuck," another man said from the edges, his face red. "Beautiful. So beautiful. Come here, sweet baby."

More men came to the edge, throwing money and then they were reaching for her, long arms. She moved away. Not dancing anymore, she tripped a little on high chunky heels to stay out of their hands.

"Denny," Corret yelled. "Get in there."

The big bouncer was already moving, a man in front of her scrambling onto the stage. Another followed. Denny waded in, vaulting onto the stage and grabbing her. He pulled her offstage and into the back. Putting her into a room, he closed the door behind her. "Jesus fucking Christ," Denny panted. He put his back against the door. "Second time this week."

#

Corret shook his head. "You bring the customers in, sweetheart, but you also drive them a little crazy. I never seen anything like it. I'm going to try something else."

Anik was wary. "What?"

"I'm going to put you in one of the cages and hang you high. You can dance your little heart out there."

"Thanks, Corret," she said, her shoulders relaxing.

"I look after my girls, sweetheart. You know, you could make money on your back. I'm not saying you should, you understand. Your dancing brings them in. But if you wanted to, you could make good money because of how beautiful you are. I haven't ever seen a girl as pretty as you before."

"I have someone. He wouldn't like that."

"Oh yeah? I didn't know you had a guy. How come I never seen him?"

"He's around."

#

Three weeks later, the music stopped, her shift over. Anik stood in the cage, waiting to be lowered. She was wearing a shiny silver metal mesh top with chains holding it up. A short stretchy metal mesh matching skirt was under it, going across her hips. She had no underwear on, wearing thigh-high white vinyl boots with a tall heel.

Three men came, looking up at her. The rest of the place emptied as they waited, Denny herding everyone else out. When the bouncer turned to look at her, their eyes met. Denny winced and hit the door with his shoulder, exiting, closing it behind himself. She heard it lock.

"What's up, Mr. Andro?" Corret said below, sounding nervous. He had his bat in his hand, the one he kept behind the bar.

"What're you going to do with that?" one of the men said, gesturing at the bat.

Corret looked down at the bat like he'd never seen it before and walked to lean it against the bar. "Nothing."

The man in the center pointed at her. "Bring her down here. What's her name?"

"Anik?" Corret said. "She's just a dancer. "

"A whore's a whore. Who invested in this dump?"

Corret put his hand behind his neck, rubbing. "You did, Mr. Andro, but she's really not--"

Mr. Andro made an impatient noise. "Get her down for me."

Corret hesitated and then walked to the mechanism. The cage began to lower, Anik watching the men. Her hands went to the bars, wrapping around them.

"Hey, Anik," Corret said in a low voice when she'd reached the floor. Taking out a key, he opened the cage, giving her a smile that looked sick. "There's someone who wants to meet you. Some extra work."

She didn't come out. "I don't do that, I said. I'm done for tonight, Corret. My shift's over."

Corret looked away from her, grimacing. "Yeah, well. Some things, we can't stop them."

She lowered her voice, leaning in. "You said you'd look after me."

"I can't do anything about it," he said under his breath. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Just get through it."

"Introduce me, Corret," Mr. Andro said behind them.

"This is Mr. Andro, Anik," Corret said, avoiding her eyes. "He's a big man around here, you know?"

She swallowed, her eyes shifting to the men, taking in their suits, the men older and big.

"Hey there, honey," Mr. Andro said, walking toward her. "I've been watching you for a couple weeks and I drove down here special just for you, you sexy little bitch. Do you like to party? Do you get high?"

"No." Anik backed up. "I have to go home. It's getting late."

"Aw. Look at those eyes, like you weren't just shaking your shit a minute ago. You got such a body, baby. It don't quit. You're going to stay and have some fun with my boys and me. This is Joey and that's Rollo. You're my little gift to myself and to them for working so hard the last few weeks."

Corret stepped forward. "I could take her home after, Mr. Andro. She's a good employee. People come just to see her. She never calls in sick, she's always on time--"

Mr. Andro turned to him. "Why don't you take a walk, Corret? I'm tired of listening to you. Give Joey the keys."

Hesitated, Corret fished into his pocket, handing a fistful of keys to one of the men. "Yeah, sure. Sure, Mr. Andro."

Anik watched as Corret left without looking at her, her gaze coming back to Mr. Andro. "What are you going to do?"

"Why don't we start with a little private dance, huh? Don't worry about the stage. Strip and get up on that table right there. Joey, get some music going."

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"But I--" Anik said.

Without warning, Mr. Andro grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head. He marched her to the bar, throwing her front down and pinning her. Dragging down her skirt, he smacked her bare butt, hot and hard strikes, Anik crying out. He didn't stop until she was crying.

"Bad girl," he said. "Strip and do what I said, you stupid little whore, and don't argue. Leave the boots on." He released her and shoving her toward the table.

Stumbling and then finding her feet, Anik looked at them in turn, her eyes wet and her hair wild. The men laughed as she pulled off the gold outfit. She went to the table and stepped onto a chair and then onto the top of the table, getting her balance. The music started.

"That's right," Mr. Andro said not much later, sitting at the table, Joey and Rollo on each side of him. He was breathing heavily. All three men were. "Shake it, baby. Now finger yourself. Look at me. That's right, little slut. Fuck yourself with them."

Anik's fingers were between her legs, fingering herself slowly, and she was crying.

Mr. Andro smiled at her. "Get on your knees, honey, and lace your hands behind your head. Spread your legs."

Dropping to her knees, Anik did what he said.

"Don't move, you understand?" he said.

Nodding, Anik breathed quickly as his fingers came and touched her breasts and then her nipples, rubbing and squeezing. He began tugging rhythmically, his eyes on her face, and then he was pinching. She cried out. The other two men's hands came, under her, touching her. One was rubbing too roughly between her legs, his fingers digging into the tender flesh. The other was pressing his finger into her bottom.

"Don't fucking move," Mr. Andro warned her, twisting.

Her face got red and she whined, but Anik didn't move as one of the men spanked her butt.

"That's right," Mr. Andro said, slapping her breast. "Lie down and spread your legs for me, right here. And don't think about hesitating or arguing. I'll tell Rollo to violate your ass right now, you understand?"

Anik sat, still crying, and then lay back.

"Spread them good," Mr. Andro said. "Heels up."

She did that, completely spread, waiting. She felt hands grab her hips, pushing her, her head back, her hair falling behind her. One of the two men put his fingers in her mouth and she gagged, the other man squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples.

"That is a sweet little pink cunt," Mr. Andro said, opening her with his fingers. "Puffy little pussy. Fuck, that's pretty, all plump." He touched her clitoris, rubbing. "You fucking whore. You're going to get as much cock as you can take tonight, I promise. Do you want it? Do you want us to fuck you?"

She shook her head so her hair flew. "No. Please. Please don't."

"Don't move. If you move, I'll punish you real bad. You understand?"

She went still and nodded, her thighs trembling, spread wide. She didn't feel anything, waiting for it. Between her legs strained when he touched the tip of her clitoris.

"There we go," Mr. Andro said. He smacked her between her spread legs, Anik crying out sharply. He did it again, five sharp slaps. "That's to get you ready. Get down, honey. Rollo, bring it out. You know what I want."

Rollo disappeared into the back room as Mr. Andro stepped back. Anik closed her legs and slid off the table, sniffing, wiping her eyes and backing up. Rollo came with something that he unfolded. It had a flat bench on long legs, stable, with two supports in front and two lower supports in back, straps hanging open all over it.

When she looked back at Mr. Andro, he was watching her face and then his eyes went to her body. "Do you know what that is, honey?"

She shook her head.

Mr. Andro's hand went to his belt, thick leather, unbuckling and pulling it out of the loops. He wrapped it in his fist. "That's for whipping little cunts like you. Then I'll fuck you, and then they're going to fuck you. If you don't get on the bench right now, I'll strap your pussy too. That'll really hurt. You'll cry every time you piss."

She couldn't move. "Please."

"You're making my cock so hard. It's not the last time you're going to say that tonight, slut. I don't hold back. But I'll pay you when we're done, a cool thousand, you understand? Put yourself on the bench. Now's your chance or I'll punish your pussy."

She turned, walking toward the bench, speaking under her breath.

"

Do what the wolf says, little lamb,

" she said, but they were Ochen's words.

"He's going to hurt me, Ochen," she said.

"Is she saying something?" Rollo said.

"Who cares?" Mr. Andros said. "Look at that ass and that sweet pink cunt, just her little slit showing."

Approaching the bench, she was still crying.

Ochen crooned with her mouth. "

My beauty,

" she said.

She put her belly down on the flat part, her knees on the pads and then her elbows.

Rollo came, starting with her hands, strapping down her wrists, and then her elbows, and then her waist. Her thighs were next, the bonds secure, and then her calves and ankles. Anik closed her eyes, her heart pounding. He shoved on the bench and her legs spread, her upper half tilting down, her bottom in the air. Gathering her hair, he let it fall on either side of her face, and then a chin rest came up, right at crotch height.

"Stupid, dirty little bitch," Rollo muttered, touching his crotch to her face, his jeans rubbing her cheek. He was straining against his pants, hard and huge. "You're so pretty. You're going to get some of this."

"Get out of the way, Rollo. Look in the mirror, honey," Mr. Andro said behind her.

There was a mirror facing her. It was for the dancers. She met Mr. Andro's eyes.

Mr. Andro smiled at her. "Hey there, Anik. You have got a sweet little pussy. You are clean and ripe and ready. Damn." He stepped back. "This is going to hurt so bad." His arm drew back and he struck her bottom with the belt, a crack and then the pain came, Anik crying out.

"That was just a little tap," Mr. Andro said, looking at her face, his breathing deep. "You have a pretty voice. Sing out as much as you want. Here it comes." His face became savage and his arm raised high, falling in steady blows, cracks in the room.

Her eyes closed, crying out with each one, her lips moving.

"It hurts so much, Ochen."

"

My sweet beauty. Let me help.

"

Anik went still as her clitoris became sensitive, the blows still coming, each one bringing pain, yes, but also little jolts of pleasure. Mr. Andro struck, Anik crying out, unable to move. It went on, and she was crying, saying things, her hair all around her and tears on her face.

Mr. Andro stopped, breathing heavily. "There you go. Your sweet ass is all red. Does that hurt, pretty whore?"

"

Anik, my love,

" Ochen said with her mouth, his voice soothing, pleased, that note he got when he was aroused, when he was being fed.

"Fuck, look at her face, Mr. Andro," Rollo said.

Anik focused on her own face in front of her. Behind the tears and the wild hair, her cheeks were dark pink, her mouth swollen and parted, her eyelids heavy. Ochen tugged on her nipples below her as she felt herself open, dripping.

"I don't need to. I can see her juices, all puffy," Mr. Andro said in a low voice, panting now, stepping forward to prod her inner lips with the edge of the belt. "You fucking dirty little slut. Son of a bitch, you are a hot whore. I'm taking you home when we're done here." He gave a playful swat to her inner lips that made her cry out. "Now it's time to fuck." Stepping back, he unbuttoned his pants and reached in.

Pumping himself, he grunted. "Go ahead, Rollo. Take her mouth. She's going to take us in all her holes. We'll start there. What the fuck are you doing, Joey?"

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Her eyes went to the mirror as Joey took one of Mr. Andro's arms and Rollo left her to go and take the other. Mr. Andro struggled, his hand going into his coat, but Joey was faster, getting his gun. They grappled.

"Can't help it, Mr. Andro. It's all I can think about," Joey panted, the two men getting the better of Mr. Andro. "I want you so bad. I don't know why. Fuck, I want my cock in you."

Ochen crooned in Anik's voice. "

Want you so bad,

" she said, Ochen singing to them. "

So turned on.

"

"I don't know why either. Fuck, I'm so turned on. Put him over the table," Rollo grunted, breathing fast, his face flushed and his hands going to his pants, unbuckling. "I can't wait no more."

"He's going to fucking kill us," Joey said, grinning as Mr. Andro exploded into struggling.

"What the fuck?" Mr. Andro yelled. "Yes, I'm going to kill you. Don't you fucking do that. Don't you think about doing that. I will skin you alive, you motherfuckers. I'll kill your mother. I'll kill your kids. I'll kill your fucking coffeeshop barista, you bastards, everyone you know."

"Get something to make it easier," Rollo grunted, panting. "He's strong. Get some rope."

"Yeah. Yeah, okay," Joey said, disappearing.

Anik's bottom was throbbing along with her clitoris, wet down to her thighs. Ochen touched her sex, a small swipe. She shuddered, hearing Mr. Andro yelling in the background, dim now.

"What are they going to do to him?" she said in a low voice.

Ochen spread the lips of her sex, the darkness of him there, forming on her body.

"

What he was going to do to you,

" she said in the same low tone, but without any inflection. "

Don't worry about him, little Anik

."

Her eyes rolled back in her head, his tongue busy, all over her clitoris. When she opened her eyes again, looking into the mirror, Mr. Andro was tied chest-down on a small table, his hands in rope extended in front of him and tied to the table legs. His butt was in the air, his pants around one ankle, his white underwear stretched between his legs.

Joey had an vicious expression, his eyes half-closed, his sex thrusting slowly into Mr. Andro's butt. Mr. Andro was yelling and struggling against the bonds, his face red and his eyes crazed.

Rollo was filming with his phone. "Jerk him off, Joey."

"Yeah," Joey said, reaching around and feeling for Mr. Andro's sex.

Mr. Andro yelled, spit coming from his mouth. "Don't you touch me. Don't you--don't do that. I'm going to kill you, you fuckers. You're dead. Son of a bitch."

"Look. He likes it, getting stiff. Make him come," Rollo said, grunting. "I want to film him coming. I'm going to put it on the internet."

Joey was thrusting sharply now, moaning. He squeezed Mr. Andro's sex, Joey's hand moving in tight motions at the head. Rollo stepped forward to dribble oil on Joey's hand, which returned.

Mr. Andro went still, his eyes widening.

"There you go, getting nice and hard," Joey breathed, thrusting sharply, one hand planted. His other hand moved in long strokes.

"No," Mr. Andro said in a low voice. "Don't film me. I'm not--Oh, God. Oh, God." His haunches shook.

"I can feel it in his cock, how close he is," Joey said, thrusting, putting his other hand in Mr. Andros's hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling back, speaking in his ear. "Does that feel good? You are so fucking rock hard in my hand. You want it. Zoom in, Rollo. I'm going to come. I never felt nothing better. I'm going to come deep in him."

Rollo zoomed in, all of them quiet and breathing, the sound of flesh slapping, and then Joey moaned and grunted, his thrusts sharp. Mr. Andro made a terrible sound from between his teeth and also came, Joey's fist pumping along with his hips, a wet sound. Rollo squatted down to catch it on camera, coming up to film Mr. Andro's face, his boss's mouth open, grimacing.

Watching, Anik climaxed against Ochen's tongue, his fingers deep in her, coming so hard, her eyes heavy.

"Ochen?" she said, heaving her breath when it was done, wide-eyed as he spread her bottom, and then she spoke again.

"

Concentrate. Bear down. Whatever you need to do

."

He spread her delicately and nudged her bottom, and then, like he was also greased, he slid into her body, relentless.

She cried out, unable to move.

"

Good,

" she hissed. "

Hot and tight little Anik.

" He began thrusting.

Crying out again, she tried to ease it, wiggling, and earned a smack on her very sore bottom, the pain radiating outward along with pleasure. Then his fingers went between her legs and she went quiet, relaxing. Opening her eyes, her body jerking, she saw Joey pull out, panting hard, and Rollo took his place. Joey put a hand in Mr. Andro's hair and pulled hard as he thrust deep, his hips working.

"That's good," Rollo grunted. "Take it."

Mr. Andro had dissolved into incoherent and low cries.

"

I want you to come, Anik,

" Anik panted, Ochen's thumb on her clitoris and his fingers deep in her sex, his hips pumping. "

I want to feel it.

" The tingling came, all pleasure now. She began to come and it didn't stop, her throat offering a constant cry in both their voices. It had been this way since she'd met him, long ago, on a dirty road, running away from her father. For a moment, she remembered the smell of him entering her, dark and rich, his beautiful voice.

Exhausted, she went limp as Ochen pulled out, the straps going away all at once. He rolled her to pick her up, Anik putting her head on his shoulder. The men didn't notice.

"What the fuck?" Rollo said, looking down at himself, not moving, still inside Mr. Andro.

Joey stumbled back. "What did we just do?" He turned and ran, his hands at his pants, straight to the door and through it as Rollo pulled out of Mr. Andros.

"Lemme up, Rollo. Lemme up right fucking now," Mr. Andros said, his voice choked, his hips writhing in small motions.

Shaking his head, Rollo backed away. "I uploaded it. I don't know why I did that. It turned me on. I couldn't think of nothing else except--I never wanted to do that to a man before."

"Untie me, you fucker," Mr. Andro said, raging, wordless yells.

Rollo went the way of Joey, straight through the door and out of it.

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