Sweat covered every inch of my body as I lay panting on the bed, ankles shackled to the corners and wrists shackled together attached to the headboard by a very short chain. My forehead rested on my forearms as I supported my chest off the bed by my elbows. I had been like this for several hours now, having been left here by the sadistic demon bitch I'm supposed to call mistress with only one remark,
"Soon enough you'll be begging for me."
That said she left me here to deal with a vibrating cock ring on full power, thankfully fully clothed. I somehow managed to stay flaccid this whole time through sheer will power alone, but my body was beginning to tire- and fast. Luckily my arms had gone numb quickly, but my body still shook with exertion as I continued my vigil. I refused to give that slut the satisfaction of seeing me give in. Around an hour ago it had started to hurt, the pain spreading through my entire being. My short black hair hung around my head, slick with sweat, making the crimson highlights shine. I closed my deep blue eyes and shouted the name I dreaded the most,
"ALAHIRA!" I almost screamed it.
It wasn't long before she showed up, and I had to admit, if the situation had been different, I may have found her rather attractive. She had a well rounded ass, slim hips and waist, a full chest, and the face of a goddess. She sauntered in the room wearing only a short corset dress that barely covered her top or bottom. Every step she took flaunted her dark slightly crimson skin. Her eyes flared a vibrant red with lust and her tail conveyed that lust. I grimaced, lifting my head to weakly glare at her. She giggled in amusement,
"See, I said you'd call for me, didn't I, Danan? I'm amazed you're still flaccid, after how long it's been."
I groaned, "I've got... More control... Than you think..." I got out, my voice strained from exertion.
She frowned, her tail twitching in irritation as she walked over to me. I watcher her undo my pants and reach inside. She stroked my twitching cock before taking the ring off, I collapsed from exhaustion, only to receive a stinging welt on my back from her tail. Winded, she laughed mockingly, her wings fluttering as she watched me gasp for air, amused. To add to it her tail coiled around my throat tightly, and my world started to go black. I feebly struggled against my bindings, before my body gave out and my world went black. I faintly wondered what torment I would wake up to this time... I started recalling how I ended up here, my own personal place in Hell. Yes, I really was in Hell.
~I had been walking home after having taken my rather drunk girlfriend home late one night after partying all evening. I had only had a few beers, hardly enough to do much more than faintly dull my senses, but even then I knew that she had been too tipsy to even walk, let alone drive home. And I wasn't planning on having a drunken girl on the back of my bike either. I remember hearing a woman crying for help, and I figured I'd see what I could do. There was Alahira, smiling devilishly at me. I knew I had made a big mistake, but before I could turn and leave something hit me in the head and I felt the world slowly slip away.~
A sharp searing pain in my groin snapped me out of my memories; I woke with a cry of pain as Alahira dribbled more hot wax on my tormented penis. She smiled, enjoying my suffering as I tried to ignore my pain, refusing to give her any more pleasure from it. My pants and boxers were on the ground now and although my wrists and ankles were still bound, I was now laying on my back, staring up at that perfect but evil face. Slowly she peeled the wax off and started to kiss my cock, licking and sucking on it.
I writhed beneath her the best I could, noticing her very wet pussy. I knew this meant another unpleasant fuck session for me. My body was still recovering from earlier and I couldn't stop myself from getting hard this time. She smiled and took more of me in her mouth, her forked tongue swirling around my shaft as she started bobbing her head, deepthroating me. I felt pressure well up in my balls as she kept on, then she stopped, and I knew it was only about to get worse. I pulled on my bindings hoping to break free, fully knowing that I couldn't no matter how hard I tried.
I felt myself slide in her; she was still tight even after who knows how many fuck-sessions we've had. I closed my eyes, turned my head, and groaned. My mind once more drifted to the past...
~I groaned, my head was throbbing, it was unpleasantly hot, and it smelled strongly of sulfur. As I went to put my hand on my head my hands stopped short, I then opened my eyes. My wrists were shackled together and chained to the headboard of a bed, I pulled my then free feet under me and sat up, wondering how I ended chained up to someone's bed and it wasn't mine. I had jumped when she first spoke,
