I slept in the cave for the rest of the night with Master spooned behind me. The early morning, I was walking home with the dawn finally rising over the horizon, having a moment alone with my thoughts. Everything about the world around me was seen differently. Demons existed. Magic existed. These were things that were written of in old religious scripts that now had new meaning to me. I was not a religious person, but I found my God in Connecticut. It didn't truly hit me until now that I was no longer a virgin. I didn't believe my father when he said that his hometown would change my perspective of life. God, if he only knew just how deep in meaning his words held to me now.
I drew my lower lip between my teeth and my wild, curly hair dried in the sun on my way back to the hill. I asked my Master to fix my electronic equipment, and he followed through. I wasn't sure how the future would pan out as a slave to a demon, but I didn't imagine life would change all that much. Still, my first task at hand was to invite Sarah over for a visit. Glancing down to my phone once my house was in view, I tapped away at a text.
Text to Sarah [8:37 am]:
Hey. I'm here in CT. Wanna hang out?
I put my phone back into my pocket and continued the climb along the slope that was above the bluff. Another drink of water and I felt lucky that I prepared for the exhaustion that I put myself through. Granted, I thought I'd wear myself down hiking, not being mounted by a supernatural beast. Even with all of my thoughts and feeling of denial, when the moment came, I welcomed being fucked by a beast. It's the one and only frontier of intercourse that is rarely explored. The luck that I had to come across the path of a demon when this happened made my experience once in a lifetime.
When thinking about it, there wasn't likely a support group that existed for someone like me. Anyone claiming to talk to God or had paranormal encounters around the world was always met with conclusions of being 'off their meds' or 'religious zealots.' I was not medicated and I certainly didn't have any deep connection with any church. As I climbed the final bluff that my house was built upon, everything felt like a dream to me. I welcomed the sight of the house as a relief from the weight of all of my thoughts.
I jumped when the hum and chime of my phone toned from my pocket. Digging it out, Sarah got back to me.
Text from Sarah [8:59 am]:
Well hey! Sure! Are you there right now?
I grinned and wiggled my finger across the digital keypad.
Text to Sarah [9:00 am]:
Yes. Parents are back in Cali for the closing of the house for a few days. If you wanna come over, we could go exploring around the property. Lots of space for hiking.
I sent her the address. Despite that everything felt like a dream once I was back inside of the house, I knew that Master was expecting to meet Sarah. I set my bag down next to the patio door and removed my shoes onto the floor mat. I walked through the outdated kitchen and toward my bedroom door. My phone hummed and chimed again, and I dug it out of the pocket of my leggings.
Text from Sarah [9:01 am]:
Cool. I'll bring a change of clothes. I take it I'm good to stay the night?
I smirked softly.
Text to Sarah [9:02 am]:
Yep. Gonna hop in the shower. Patio door's unlocked when you get here.
I set my phone down on my bed and walked into my private bathroom. Closing the door, I shed my filthy clothing and turned on the shower. Stepping in under the water when it was heated, I sighed in relief and let the flow soak through my hair. The water rained down my body and I couldn't describe the wellness it restored to my mind. I was so uncertain of everything, but by the time I was lathering my hair, everything felt right. Sarah was coming over and would meet Master. My parents were going to be gone for a few days longer. A thread of arousal pulsed from my groin to my breasts at the thought of Master and I having time to ourselves in this house without any risk of interruption.
It was like magic, as soon as the thought of having him to myself in the house manifested, I was suddenly startled by a pair of hands moving around my hips and hugging around my womb. My eyes were wide in immediate fear for my life until I saw that it was my Master. I exhaled and relaxed.
"Oh, you scared me, Master." I said, remembering to call him such on the pain of my small jaw. He chuckled and reached over to the ridge which held my loofah and body wash.
"I suppose I could have announced myself better, but your fear is funny to me." He crumpled the bundle of plastic pink netting in his hand and started between my legs, sweeping up over my slit with soapy water. He pressed his front against my back and tucked his other hand to wrap possessively around my neck. God, it was so fucking hot.
"Why is it funny?" I asked in a breathy tone, watching his hand roam over the front of my figure and guide the soap to move across my skin. He tucked my hair away and leaned his lips next to the shell of my ear.
"As long as you hold to your end of the bargain, you will never have anything to fear. Every threat that may come to you will be handled. Any trouble that you find yourself in will be taken care of." He whispered in that sexy way. I reached behind me and stroked my hand along his boner. God, there was nothing better I could hear in these times than knowing that I'd never worry about the future.
He dropped the loofah and his hands set to my shoulders, pushing me down onto my knees. Moving around me in the shower, he grabbed his cock and then craned the back of my neck with his other hand. I pulled away, confused.
"You forgot." He pointed out, coolly. My eyes went wide, looking down at his member already swollen, the veins rigid and his knot was so tight I was certain that it was aching him.
"I'm sorry, Master!" I said aloud, the fear filling my chest as he guided me toward his helix spear.
"I know you are, pet. I still have to punish you." He said calmly. I watched his spear approach my face and I pulled in a heavy breath when his hand tugged me toward his length. I put my hands against his thighs to resist, but he stepped forward to trap my head against the back of the shower and he split my mouth with his length.
"Mmm..." he closed his eyes and I wanted to cry when his knot stopped at my lips that were closed around his cock. My stomach was already heaving and I looked up at him with pleading eyes that he didn't bother looking at. Both of his inky hands laced behind my head and my lips painfully thinned out around his hearty bulb that slowly invaded my spreading mouth. The heat in the water seemed less when my heartbeat was pounding hard against my ribcage, once my mouth puckered closed around the second half of his fertile orb.
"All good slaves know their
place
." He put emphasis on the word 'place,' bucking so that his knot bumped the narrow passage at the back of my throat. The corners of my mouth were raw and the flesh of my cheeks bulged around his veiny cue ball. My head pulled tightly back and forth with every movement of his waist. It felt like he was going to pull out, but when he would get just to the thickest part of that swollen meat, he'd thrust his knot fervently inside my drooling mouth. The girth of his erection felt larger in my throat than it had in the cave. I could feel it pushing out the thin passage of my windpipe.
"Mmm... I haven't felt this aroused in centuries." Master sighed from his lips and spread his fingers to comb through my hair.
"It's been much longer since I've had the pleasure to have a slave that I could punish like this." Another forceful lance against my flexed chin dropped the rivers of tears down from the sides of my wincing eyes.
"You should be so grateful for such an honor." He growled and stared down at me with his hungry, glowing gaze while harshly pumping his knot. My hands helplessly pushed against the sharp, steady rutting of his hips, hoping it would be over soon. I struggled with the agony while Master marveled at how thin my lips stretched back and forth over his bulb. He was groaning louder with every second that my life was threatened by his punishment, pushing air out around his spongy spear gliding inside my esophagus.
"Mmm, I want to keep going until I fill your belly." He warned. Trapped like this for any longer? I tried to keep his hips away, straightening my shaking arms to try and lock my elbows. He laughed at me.
"But, I won't. Are you going to forget again, slave?" He slowed down the last penetration so that my lips were curling under with the wet friction of his firm knot, waiting for me to answer. Despite the very real struggle I had with moving of my own free will, I was able to wiggle my head left and right.
"Good girl." He whispered and clenched my hair to hold me in place. In one quick motion he pulled himself out of my mouth. I wheezed a heavy gasp and coughed up what bile was in my stomach. My throat and jaw were pulsing with pain and I moaned softly in agony, buckling down on the floor of the shower.
"Stand up, pet." His tone was calm and collected. I took a few breaths for myself before I stood up from the shower floor and sniffled from my nose. I was very upset with what happened, and when my tearful, sad face was looking at him, he cupped his hands gently around my cheeks.
"You were punished because you forgot to call me Master. I am proud that you accepted your punishment without much fight or struggle." He kissed my cheeks, and I couldn't help but feel happy deep down that he was proud of me for taking it.
"I'm sorry, Master." My voice was cracked and sore. The muscles of my throat were raw. It made me feel sad to hear how his cock had damaged my voice, but he smiled at me none the wiser of how emotional I was on the inside.
"You're forgiven, slave." He wiped his soft, jet black thumbs under my eyes and kissed my forehead. Afterward, he opened the glass door to my shower stall and stepped out of it. Water repelled from his body and crawled in direct streams over the lip of the shower base toward the drain.
"Finish cleaning up," he opened the door to my bathroom, "Sarah's almost here. Don't forget to bring her to the cave." Master said, looking over his shoulder at me. I shook my head.
"I won't, Master." My voice improved and the pain still throbbed from the hinges of my jaw to the bottom of my neck.
When he closed the door, I placed my hands over my face and wept. I felt stupid for agreeing to a contract with a demon. I felt dumber for forgetting to call him Master and being punished by the one thing I didn't want in my mouth again. I hated his knot. It was clearly the pride of his body and therefore the one part of him that he enjoyed using on me however he wanted.
Still, he would not ask me if I wanted out. I didn't forget that I agreed to give him a son. I would be carrying his child to term before freedom from our contract would be considered. All I had to do was obey him as his slave and never forget to call him Master. Despite wanting to feel sorry for myself and the pity party that I was throwing in the shower, I had my duty to him. Calming myself, I let the water from the shower rinse away my tears so I wasn't leaving any raw, red streaks down my face from crying.
After the conditioner was applied and rinsed from my curls, I stepped out of the draining shower and squeezed the water from my hair. I wrapped a towel around my breasts and folded the top down to firmly tuck inside of itself so I could wear it like a short dress. Leaving my bathroom, I glanced over to a figure sitting on my bed and saw that Sarah was already here.
"Hey, sexy." She said with a very erotic, playful tone and I smiled.
"What's up, hotness?" I quipped back. She got up from my bed and quickly hugged her arms around my soaking wet frame.
"Mmm, it's so good to see you again! So glad your parents chose to come here." Sarah sighed.
