The Devils Sting

The Devil's Sting

A Pandemonium 2024 Event Story

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"This is some bullshit."

Even on the monitor, the diminutive redhead's discomfort with her French Maid costume was apparent. She tugged at the extremely short skirt repeatedly, as if it could somehow make the garment less revealing.

"Try and relax," her equally petite blonde companion encouraged. "The client was very specific about our attire. But I'm sure we won't have to keep these silly outfits on for very long."

The blonde was wrong, of course. But she couldn't possibly know that. I watched, bemused, as she pushed the intercom button again, then adjusted her bustier, the underwire cups desperately trying to conjure up some cleavage from her tiny excuses for breasts.

I considered ignoring them, or turning them away. I'd have thought the agency I'd called would have at least sent me more of a variety. But other than hair color, the two looked very similar in features and build. Maybe some men found the "waif" type exciting. I personally preferred my women more... exotic.

Still, they weren't entirely displeasing, and turning them away would mean a delay. And I was anxious to get started.

The intercom buzzed a third time. With a resigned sigh, I answered. "State your names and the purpose of your visit."

The blonde looked taken aback for a moment, then tried to compose herself. "My name is Em... um, Angel, and this is, err, Annie? We were sent by Emma's Escorts."

My high definition camera clearly picked up the annoyed redhead's eye roll. The blonde threw her hands up in an

"I don't know"

gesture that suggested she'd just made the names up on the spot.

It didn't matter. I couldn't care less what their real names were. Probably better not to know. As I pressed the button to open the gate, I wondered exactly how they'd arrived. They were on foot, and I'd seen no car drop them off. I made a mental note to review my security footage later to see if I could spot the vehicle and possibly identify the driver.

"Proceed up the path to the main entrance. And mind the grass, if you please. My security guard will meet you at the door. You will follow his orders implicitly."

After closing the gate behind them, I switched to the front entrance camera. I had a clear shot of the girls as they approached.

Jimmy was there waiting for them. "Step forward, one at a time. Blondie, you first."

The blonde, "Angel," obeyed. To her credit, she didn't seem at all intimidated by the much larger, taller man as Jimmy moved to frisk her. "Gotta check you for weapons. I'm sure you understand."

"Oh, I understand, alright," Angel smirked. "You'll need to do a cavity search as well, I'm sure."

"Oh, like you won't enjoy it, whore." Angel visibly frowned, but bit back any response as Jimmy ran his hands roughly over her body. "Definitely nothing hiding in here," he snickered as he groped at her breasts.

I had to admit, Angel was a good actress. As Jimmy continued his rough exploration of her body, including under her lacey skirt, she cooed and giggled, and when he shoved his fingers into her, she let out a soft, breathy moan.

"Turn around." Not waiting for her to respond, Jimmy took her by the hips and spun her, then unceremoniously lifted her skirt to reveal her bare, and I had to admit rather plump, bubble butt.

"What's that?" Jimmy barked as his digital inspection continued.

"Special order item for your Boss," the blonde purred, "if you wanna check in THAT hole, you're gonna have to pull it out yourself."

Even with his back to the camera, I could register Jimmy's disgust. "No way I'm touching that, you nasty little bitch. Okay you're clear. Red, get over here, sweetie. You're up."

The redhead visibly bristled at "sweetie," but also did as she was told. Unlike Angel, however, "Annie" made no attempt to hide her disdain as Jimmy frisked her. In fact I'd go so far as to say that if looks could kill, poor old Jimmy would have already been stone dead.

Jimmy sensed it, and I was surprised he looked almost unnerved by her. His inspection was much less thorough, quickly waving her off. "Yeah yeah, okay, both of you, inside. Follow the hall to the parlor room and wait there. My boss will be joining you shortly."

I debated on taking the elevator down, but instead decided to make a more impressive, grand entrance. And so I made my way down via the stairlift. The motor hummed quietly as I descended, the two young women staring up at me in wonder and awe.

"Not exactly what you were expecting, I'm sure." Unhooking my wheelchair from the lift, I motored my way over them. "Welcome to my home, ladies. My name is... unimportant. For the duration of your visit, you may simply call me... Master."

The redhead calling herself Annie tried and failed to suppress her giggle. The blonde nudged her in the ribs. "Yes, Master," Angel responded with a curtsy, "we look forward to serving you."

I arched an unconvinced brow. "You do not find me physically repulsive?"

"I try not to judge people by their physical appearance, but who they are as a person," Angel answered.

"Oh, I am sure you would find that aspect of me quite abhorrent as well," I chuckled hoarsely. "But I do appreciate the effort. I recognized your exceptional acting skills the moment I saw you on my security monitor. You're much more adept at hiding your contempt for me than your little friend there."

Red went stone faced. Blondie again nudged her. "I'm sorry," said Angel, "Annie here is usually much better at this. But she's been in a bit of a funk lately. She's had some recent... issues, with her father, you see. And she's still sorting out her feelings on all of it."

"Ah yes, family drama," I nodded. "That I understand. I've had more than my share. My daughter hates me, my granddaughters hate me. I've never met my great grandchildren. And yet they all want my money, of course. But I digress. Let us get to the reason why you two are here."

Reaching into the pocket of my robe, I pulled out a shiny, silver metallic tube. The blonde's eyes went wide in recognition.

"I see you are familiar with stainless steel spiked cock rings. Good." Spreading my legs, I opened my robe enough to reveal my manhood. "Now, kneel before me and put it on."

"Yes, Master." Angel obeyed, taking my medically enhanced erection in one hand. "It's so big, Master."

I couldn't help but laugh. "No, it isn't, you stupid bint. I'm very aware of my size. But I am well past the point in life where I need my ego stroked. Certainty not by the likes of you. So just shut up and put the cock ring on. Fasten it tight now, there's a good girl."

As Angel tightened the clamp, the inner spikes digging into my tender flesh, I welcomed the old familiar sting of pain. It was one of the few things I could still feel.

"Very good. Now, stand up, turn around, bend over. I wish to see them."

"Yes, Master."

Angel's ass was even more spectacular in person, round and firm and immaculately smooth. Annie's wasn't bad either. I generally wasn't a fan of freckles, but they worked well with her light skin tone.

"Spread them open. Wider, yes, just like that."

As instructed, and as I already knew from watching Jimmy's inspection, the ladies wore a buttplug inserted into their tight young holes, each topped with a sparkling gemstone. I was impressed with the craftsmanship. Usually the "gems" were fakes, cheap plastic. But not these.

A bright blue sapphire sat atop the blonde's, matching her blue-gray eyes. Red's gemstone was a dark green emerald, matching her eyes as well.

I advanced my chair forward, close as I could to them without running them over. "You properly cleansed yourselves before arriving, as instructed, yes?"

"Yes, Master," their harmonious voices rang out.

"No heavy perfumes or scented soaps?"

"No, Master."

"Very good." Leaning in, I sniffed Angel first. The initial fragrance that hit my nose was quite lovely; an airy mix of the ocean on a summer's day, and the smell of ozone after a heavy rain. Delving deeper, I found her more personal scent, light but unmistakable.

Annie was uniquely different, and yet just as intriguing. Her odor conjured images of buttered rum, but underneath that, a hot, coppery spoor that reminded me of the scent of blood from a freshly gutted deer in the woods, the steam of its heat rising in the cold winter air. I considered asking her if she'd recently had her menses, but decided it wasn't important.

"Very fine, yes, very good. Now, as I'm sure you are well aware of, I've paid for your services for the next several hours. That said, I am eager to begin."

Angel spun and dropped to her knees, again giving quite the convincing appearance of desiring to suck my metal encased cock.

Instead, I shooed her away. "No, not that, not yet. I have... other plans. Nina!"

My maid quickly entered the room. She looked very surprised to see my guests. "Yes, sir? What did you need, sir?"

"Show my two companions where the cleaning supplies are. Then you are dismissed for the day."

Nina looked as confused as the two escorts. "Sir?"

"They will be taking care of the chores today, Nina." I failed to mention that if things went to plan, one of them would be taking over Nina's duties permanently. "Set them up with the supplies, show them their tasks and then leave. In fact, you are dismissed permanently."

"Permanently? You're firing me? But..."

"Nina!" I cut her off firmly. Again I reached into my robe. This time I produced a medallion on a silver chain.

Nina's eyes went blank at the sight of it, and any objections she still may have had ceased immediately.

The redhead seemed to recognize the amulet, her eyes going wide as I swung it casually on its chain. Although there was no way that could be possible. More likely that she was simply confused by my actions. Or maybe she just enjoyed shiny things. Still, no sense taking chances.

Annie quickly turned her head away as I addressed her friend. "Angel, follow Nina. She will show you where the cleaning supplies are and instruct you on the duties I wish performed. Annie, I'd like you to remain here for a few moments."

With a worried look back, Angel followed my maid out of the room. Annie stood silent, stone faced. She was an interesting one, for sure. No hint of fear or even nervousness. In fact she looked almost defiant. I would have to adjust that attitude.

"You seemed drawn to this," I noted, holding the pendant high. "Do you know what this is?"

"I dunno," she shrugged. "Family heirloom?"

"To a certain extent, yes," I acknowledged. "My great grandfather found this in a pawn shop of all places. A place called Amorous Goods. At the time he had no idea what it was, he simply thought it a nice bit of silver. It wasn't until I researched the symbols myself that I discovered its true nature."

My forefinger traced the edge of the medallion. She stared, transfixed, at the ancient runes, a twisted demon's tail entwined around an iron cross within two concentric circles, along the outer edge of which ran the letters that when read clockwise spelled out:

A-S-M-O-D-A-Y

With increased speed my finger continued its circular path, over and over, as I chanted in a low whisper.

"Me en Asmoday, mi' him. Mi' him, can de lach."

Annie's eyes glazed over as I repeated the incantation, then set the medallion spinning with a flick of my finger. When I felt she was sufficiently under the spell, I began my questions.

"Who are you? Who are you really? And why are you here?"

Her response was low, monotonous. "My name is Annie. I work for Emma's Escorts. I am here because you hired me to be here."

I was unconvinced. "You recognized my amulet. What do you know of it?"

"Nothing. It looked goth. I like goth stuff."

"So cah set!"

I hissed. "You cannot lie to me, girl. Speak plainly, speak truth."

"I cannot lie to you. I speak plainly. I speak truth."

No one had ever been able to resist once under the spell. Still, I had one last test.

"Smack yourself in the face. As hard as you can."

Without hesitation, without flinching, Annie slapped herself across the cheek.

"Again. Harder."

Another loud crack left her freckled face a flushed red. Annie didn't even blink.

"Very good. Now, take your nipples, pinch them, as hard as you can. Yes, just like that. Now, twist them, pull them. Harder."

Eyes watering but otherwise expressionless, Annie complied, pulling and tugging at her breasts until, finally satisfied, I released her with a simple snap. She looked confused, and I'm sure she wondered why her nipples ached so.

Annie had little time to contemplate what had just happened as we were rejoined by her companion, wheeling in the cleaning cart.

"Nina filled me in on the chores, then left. I understand you've paid handsomely for our time, but honestly, wouldn't you rather..."

"No, I would not," I snapped, cutting her off. "I'll take my pleasure from the two of you when I am ready, and on my terms. You were paid to obey orders, not make suggestions. Now, get to work."

"Yes, Master."

For the next two hours, I followed the two young women around as they performed a variety of menial tasks; dusting, vacuuming, cleaning the windows, etc.

My eyes certainly enjoyed watching as they bent and stretched and moved about in their tight, frilly outfits. And since neither wore panties as instructed, I was also treated to wonderfully revealing views of their butt-plugged asses and juicy young cunts.

While Angel was fully waxed, smooth and lustrous, Annie's mound was covered in a wiry tuft of ginger pubes. I preferred hairless, of course, and determined I would rectify that. But not now. Perhaps after the ceremony.

The chores were merely a distraction, of course. A way of wearing them down, not just physically, but mentally. While Annie had slipped easily under my hypnotic spell earlier, I needed both women's minds weakened enough to break past all their cerebral barriers and enslave them fully to my will.

When at last the work was done, I led the pair of disheveled, sweaty girls to my master bedroom.

"Undress." I commanded. "And you can skip the strip tease. Just remove your garments and hand them to me."

The two now fully nude women simply watched as I took each article of clothing and inhaled deeply. Then, to their surprise, I stood from my wheelchair. Throwing off my robe, my cock throbbed within its piercing metal cage as I circled the two of them, breathing them in.

I felt almost madened with lust as the mix of feminine sweat and pheromones assaulted my olfactory senses. My fingers traced each of their bodies thoroughly, over soft, supple skin, slick with perspiration, along curves and folds and crevices, stirring yet another, stronger, muskier scent.

I needed more. "On the bed, both of you. Elbows and knees, asses up. Do it now."

Once in position, I stood behind them, taking a moment to savor the view before moving in.

I sampled Angel first, my tongue tracing a long, deliberate path, starting at the base of her spine, then slipping between the firm soft flesh of her bum, flicking and licking and slurping at the gathered moisture, tasting her salty flesh. I lingered at the buttplug, running circles around the edge of the gemstone top, before finally delving lower, parting her delicate pink flesh and tasting her nectar. It was divine.

I repeated the process with Annie, who no longer seemed disconnected, but eager. When my tongue found her sweet spot she thrust back against it, cooing as she tried to take it deeper. I denied her, instead pulling away.

I had breathed them in. I had tasted of their flesh. It was time for the next stage. "Make love to each other. However you like, it matters not. But you must both orgasm, simultaneously would be best but not necessary. And do not fake your orgasms, ladies. I will know."

Moving to my dresser, I fetched several items. "Here, use these if you wish. Whichever ones you prefer, whichever will give you the most powerful orgasms."

The women eyed the sex toys excitedly, settling eventually on a large, thick, double headed phallus. They tumbled together on the bed, nimble bodies quickly entwined as they engaged in some extremely passionate kissing.

I suppose my worry about them faking their pleasure was uncalled for; these two had obviously not only done this before, but quite clearly knew each other very well. The room echoed with their soft moans and sighs as I settled back in my wheelchair to watch.

My cock ached even as it oozed precum from the purple tip, but I ignored its painful cries for release and instead fondled the amulet. As the erotic coupling played out before me, I once again began to chant, the words of the dead language registering only as mere grunts to the women's ears.

The more their pleasure built, the more their auras became visible to me. Angel's matched her namesake, with an almost peaceful, heavenly brilliance to it. Annie's was the opposite, hot and fiery with a mix of burning desire and passionate rage.

Strong, to be sure, but in their impassioned state their minds became blank slates of animal instinct. Slates I could then write my own will onto, my own commands. The amulet warmed in my hand as I repeated the incantations it had taken me decades to decipher from ancient manuscripts and long lost cuneiforms.

Colors seen only by myself swirled around the two lovers, their bodies covered with a sheen of fresh sweat as they undulated along the lengthy silicone dildo. Their combined creamy drippings stood out clearly on its dark, flesh toned shaft.

I sensed their climax building even as they did. Their eyes fluttered wildly, and there was a moment of almost dead silence before the shockwave of their lust burst through them like a power transformer exploding after a lightning strike.

And then they were crying, howling like banshees, hands clenched together, toes curled, bodies shaking uncontrollably.

At the peak of it, I lifted the amulet high.

"Can tak! Can toi! Dama Abbalah!"

Their thrashing and noises ended instantly. They lay still, quiet, panting for breath.

There was now one thing left to do: Choose who lived, and who died.

I would let fate decide. Unlocking the spiked metal ring that had encased my genitals for the past two hours, my penis throbbed in relief.

"Suck my cock."

While both women were now fully under my spell, I was careful not to specify who that order was meant for by name.

It was Annie who moved first, jumping off the bed, falling to her knees before me, her stunning green eyes no longer filled with defiance or indifference, but with an excitement and desire that made my pulse quicken.

In moments my cock was in her grip, and then her hot, wet mouth. Her eyes never broke contact with mine as she proceeded to give me the best blowjob I'd ever received in all my many long years.

My cock responded like it was eighteen again, thick veins standing out along my now spit covered shaft as her tongue danced over it, twirling and slurping, flicking along the underside while her plump red lips formed a tight vacuum seal, increasing both the pressure and the sensation.

It was now I who felt dazed, enraptured, so much so that I didn't notice that Angel had joined in until I felt her fingers caressing my balls with light brushes that bordered on ticklish, even as her own talented tongue rimmed my asshole.

Annie steadily picked up her pace, drool running down her chin to puddle on her pert breasts that bounced as she bobbed. It wasn't long before I felt the old, familiar tingle that signaled my approaching climax. Her enthusiasm never waned, even as my cum exploded in her mouth, stream after thick, heavy stream. It was the most powerful orgasm I'd had in decades. It seemed to continue forever, non-stop ejaculations launching deep into her eager throat, my body enveloped in wave after wave of sheer, unadulterated bliss.