Collared By A Demon Ch 01

Hi! I'm Kitty, thank you for trying out my work! I hope you enjoy this story, but wanted to give a content warning. This is a monsterous tale of non-consent, and there is no promise of a happy ending.

But if thats your thing (and same) then welcome!! I also love feedback! Thank you, and enjoy <3

Patty was late to her job at the supermarket again. Thankfully, last year she had gotten "close" to her manager. As long as she spent her breaks sucking his pencil dick under his desk, he'd adjust her time card with none the wiser. Thank god Patty had inherited her mom's dick sucking skills along with her inability to be on time.

Her mom had made a living off sucking dicks, before getting too old for even the oddest of johns. Patty wasn't ashamed of her mom, sex work is an honest living using what you have to give others what they want. If it weren't for the risk of jail, violence, and communicable diseases Patty would probably be turning tricks herself. Her lush figure and bedroom eyes caught enough attention.

As it was she made enough to afford to eat and keep her own small apartment with two jobs; a supermarket employee with Manager Pencil Dick during the day, and a dancer at the gentleman's club near her house at night. It was ironic as hell that she'd never had to suck a man's cock while working as stripper, but that's life.

A couple blocks away, Patty's bus was loading up the last passengers. There wouldn't be another for 50 minutes. If she didn't hoof it, she'd be down to one job. Not even Pencil Dick could save her if she showed up halfway through her shift.

Throwing her dignity out the window, Patty started to run awkwardly in her flip flops, eyes locked on the bus. She was moments from resorting to waving her arms like a lunatic to keep the bus from leaving her behind.

When her right foot came down, there wasn't any ground underneath it. The next second felt like it happened in slow motion. Falling forward, Patty's upper body and outstretched arms caught on the edge of the open manhole she had fallen into. Her momentum sent her head smacking down between her arms.

Dazed, she felt herself sliding backwards, and before she even had time to scream Patty was falling. Down...down into the darkness. Instead of splatting at the bottom though she just kept falling, until the circle of daylight above her disappeared. Or maybe that was her eyes closing...as she...passed out...

When Patty woke up she had dirt up her nose.

Groaning, she wiped her face and sat up. She was surrounded on all sides by stone, and laying on the ground. She could tell from the damp and chill that she was still underground...except...it was bright enough to see just fine?

Shaking the last of the dizziness from her throbbing head, Patty looked around again. Stone. She looked down. Leaves and dirt. Then she looked up. And only about six feet above her head there was open sky.

Maybe she was still knocked out, because that didn't make any sense at all. She distinctly remembered falling into a dark manhole while running down the street. Whatever dumb fuck had left the cover off was going to regret it, she was going to sue his ass...as soon as she got out of here.

Pushing her sore body to stand she was set with her next challenge. Climbing out. The stones of the walls were not flattened, there were grooves between many of them where a small finger or toe grip could be found. Patty kicked off her flip flops and shoved them in the back of her jeans for safe keeping. Lucky for her she had amazing hand grip and core strength. Thank you, strip club dancing!

It took her about five minutes to navigate up and drag herself out and over the wall. The ground outside was about four feet down from the top, creating a lip. A well? Like you'd see in a reenactment village... Except she wasn't in a reenactment village. Patty looked around at the ancient forest that surrounded her. What the freaking fuck?

Okay, this wasn't real, she had to still be knocked out at the bottom of the manhole. Well, as long as her subconscious had given her such a nice dream, she might as well explore. Maybe she could manifest an ice cream sundae or a hot man to fuck. Cupping her hands together as she walked, Patty concentrated hard on the taste and feel of her favorite summer treat.

Nope. Nothing.

Not far from her well as a clearing in the trees. In the middle was a huge stone, but it was what was chained to the stone that made Patty giggle. Look at that, her subconscious had provided. She had actually been hoping for the ice cream, but the shirtless hot man shackled to the stone was nice too. He wasn't moving, and looked unconscious.

Walking up to the base of the boulder, Patty admired the sleeping man. They may not be ice cream but those abs certainly looked like they'd be tasty on her tongue. There was a weird mask on his face though, like a skull with hollow eyes.

It was also strange that her subconscious had made the man's skin a dark, unnatural looking red. And why was he chained so far off the damn ground? Probably something about how she had to earn her pleasure or some symbolism bullshit.

Oh, but look there! Around to the side. The chain holding up one arm was looped over a peg and then pulled down to fasten at the bottom of the stone. So all Patty had to do was unhook it and that arm would be free. Circling the stone she found the same on the other side. Excellent.

Let's get this wet dream rolling then!

It took throwing her entire weight down on the chain to get enough slack to unhook the first fastening. The second one was even worse. She worked furiously until she got it done, and she heard a THUNK and clatter of chains. Success. All good things come to those who work hard. Or something.

She found the red dream man crumpled on the ground, still unconscious. Or at least she thought he was unconscious, he still had that skull mask on so she couldn't see his eyes. But he wasn't moving.

He was...quite a bit bigger than she'd thought while viewing him from below. If they were standing together he was probably two whole feet taller. And three feet broader. If his cock matched his body size...well it was a good thing this was all just a dream, or she might get split in two.

Patty felt a thrum go through her at that thought. It had been so long since she'd had any action except for Manager Pencil Dick. No wonder her brain had conjured this muscled mountain man. It'd be nice if he'd wake up though.

She knelt down next to him and poked him.

"Hello? Excuse me? Um... Are you ok?"

Nothing happened.

Time to try something else. She looked at the shackles locked around his wrists. They were a shockingly simple mechanism, not actually locked at all. All Patty did was pull the pin out and they popped open one right after another.

As soon as they were gone the man's body spasmed, causing Patty to fall back on her ass in surprise. The mouth of the skull mask opened and a snarl came out. Then the two hollow eyes lit up with a white flame.

Next thing that Patty knew she had been slammed back against the boulder and those glowing eyes were inches from hers.