The world had been changed by the development of a programming language which could alter reality. The development of ‘spellcode’ had ushered in a new world where all sorts of effects could be created with the use of a simple smartphone app. At first, it was a wild west, but five years later, there were regulations.
When for her 30th birthday, Claire was given an illegal app, she almost found herself turning it down, but couldn’t help but keep it. Why was it illegal? The purpose of this one-use app was to summon a very powerful creature made of human thoughts and given sentience and physical form; a ‘demon’, as they were called. This app would summon a demon from the wellspring of emotions inside of her and fulfill a wish of hers’. The demon which would be called wasn’t one that she would know what it was; after all, it would be based off of what she was feeling.
However, about a month after her birthday, she decided she wanted her wish.
Claire had an exhausting day. Tired of dealing with assholes and idiots at the home office, she was tired, frustrated. Exhausted with making decisions and being responsible for others’ fuckups. She just wanted to be able to turn her brain off and enjoy herself and relax. Messing around on her grey, cartoon cat-decorated smartphone, she did her best to concentrate on that idea of wanting to relax. She knew that she would probably summon some weird-as-hell red-skinned butler thing, and after doing so she would wish for a massage.
The weary woman tapped the ‘summon’ button on her phone as she laid back in her sofa, and watched her phone work, before the front screen came to life. The illicit code lit up inside her phone, and drew on her emotions, dug into the wellspring of the collective unconcious, and in a dazzling display of arcane runs and morbid light, her living room was bathed in a dreadful energy.
What stood in front of her wasn’t some inhuman butler or mass of tentacles. What she found was, instead, a man; a man whose body was covered in runic tattoos, with tan skin of a man of mixed race, black and white. He rose from his knees, from where he appeared, showing off his full 6 feet of height, opening his crimson eyes and locking them on the tiny office worker who he would tower over even if she stood. Looking her up and down, the devilish creature couldn’t help but smile and show his fangs as Claire took him in with jaw dropped, before looking down and noticing his bare form, cock there for her eyes to take in.
Claire blushed and looked away, nervously, covering her eyes. The sight of such a man, muscular – but not overly so – nude, tall, towering made her beet red and nervous. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to be so…” hot, she thought. “Naked.” she said.
The Demon shrugged and grinned. “That’s the difficulty of the summoning app. It always gives you what you want, never what you expect……Claire.”
The sound of her name caused her eyes to bulge as she looked at him, slightly afraid. She saw those eyes. Hungry. Vicious. Beastial. Suddenly, she felt scared, and excited all at once. “You know my name?”
“When we decide to answer a summons, we know a lot of things. If it’s your wish, I can tell you. But I’m sure you would prefer something more pleasurable?” He responded.
Claire gave it a bit of thought. She did want a massage. Looking at the creatures, she saw how massive those hands were, the taut muscles on his arms. She imagined that, because he was the demon who was summoned, she could get one hell of an illegal massage. That was why she finally decided to press the button, after all.
But what kind of massage would she ask for? There were so many kinds, and the thought of this creature straddling her, his bare body against hers as he caressed her back… Even the thought made her instinctively clamp her thighs together and let them rub together slightly. It was an exciting – and terrifying – thought, having him on top of her.
“Yes,” she replied. “I would.”
“Well then… what is your wish?”
That was the question that, to some small extent, she actually dreaded; Claire had been making decisions all day, been having to yell at men who worked under her but didn’t want to listen to her. To some extent, Claire’s true wish was to not make any fucking decisions. Honestly, part of what took her so long to use the app was because even though she had plenty she wanted, she really was kinda done telling people what to do because she had to do that every damn day, even on the weekends when her half-incompetent weekend support called her up.
“I wish to not have to think. To feel good without thinking,” Claire said, looking up at the Demon, who chuckled and approached her. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed her hair, forcing surprise on her as he pulled up. Part of Claire wanted to scream, but she couldn’t help but just let out a squeak as pain and pleasure mingled in her scalp and she was dragged up to her feet, standing just inches away from this Demonic creature. Even still, he had maybe a foot of height on her.
“That’s a dangerous wish, Claire,” he warned her, reverberating baritone echoing through her body. For a moment, Claire trembled. He pulled back hard on her hair and couldn’t hide his joy when she let out a tiny sound, looking up at him with a bit of hunger.
For her part, she felt her chest pound, her pussy throb. She felt herself getting damp and her knees shaking, ever so slightly. Overriding fear was excitement.
“How about a contest, and a contract?” he asked, giving a grin. “If I can give you pleasure – overwhelming pleasure,” he said, reaching one hand out to stroke her cheek, a gentle feeling as he traced it down the side of her neck, brushing down between her breasts and stopping. “Three times in one hour, you will be my toy? If I can’t, though, instead of giving you one wish before I return to the Collective Unconscious, I give you three? You can even fight, if you want.”
Claire swallowed. She knew the euphemism he was saying. If he could make her orgasm three times she would be a toy? A plaything? The idea terrified her – but also exhilarated her. But if he couldn’t, she got three wishes. Claire… wanted those wishes. A small smile creeped onto her face as she was forced to look up into those smoldering red eyes. Most men she was with couldn’t get her to climax once. A mere hour of being manhandled by this monster would get her three wishes – and although she was thinking of a massage before, three wishes from a demon of this level would be delightful.
With a mix of trepidation and competitiveness, Claire nodded. The sight of the monster’s face twisting into a cruel smile was the signal gun, and with a jerk she pulled away, feeling strands of hair tug from her scalp as she tried to get away from the demon; she only had to hold out for an hour, and she was gonna make him fight to even get a single second.
Claire didn’t go far as the demon grabbed her arm; she tried to jerk it away but he pulled back on her, dragging her body against his. A fist returned to her hair as he sat down, jerking her along with over his lap. “Let go!” she snarled, trying to pull away, trying to get up, but his hand pushed down hard on the back of her head, forcing her down. She tried to pull herself off his lap but he held her down as well with his other hand. Snarling, squirming, struggling, Claire failed to escape the grasp of this monster, and when he lifted up her long skirt, she gasped. A large, powerful hand laid flat and hard against her ass, sending pain through her.
Claire screamed and fought, kept trying to get up off of him but every time she sat up he jerked her head forward, throwing her off balance, forcing her flat across his lap again. Blow after blow came, leaving her screaming and whimpering, snarling and crying out. Her hips bucked unconciously as her body jerked, and Claire whimpered, gasping, growling, moaning.
“Let go you bastard!” she snarled, half-demanding, half-pleading. The demon just grinned at her; he was intended to win this contest. He pulled her hair hard and turned her slightly, forcing her to look at him.
“Do you surrender then? Are you ready to be my toy and abandon your wishes?”
Claire spat at him, and in turn his hand struck her cheek. Dazed, stunned, and aroused, Claire lost her balance as the Demon once again moved her so her ass was up, and with a powerful jerk and twist of his hand tore her panties apart.
Suddenly, Claire felt vulnerable – vulnerable, and aroused. Her wet cunt, exposed to the open air felt a bit of coolness, and as his fingers stroked it, she stiffened up. For a moment, she didn’t resist as long, strong fingers spread the lips of her pussy lightly, dotting her with pleasure as they traced up and down her slit. The way his fingertips touched her clit made her pussy clamp down and her body thank him for the pleasure with a low moan.
Claire remembered where she was and snarled. She squirmed and fought, and tried again to get up, but this time the Demon hoisted her up bodily and threw her down onto her couch. The breath knocked out of her, Claire grabbed at the demon and fought, clamping her thighs together and trying not to let him in. Without mercy, he slipped a hand between her thighs, made a fist, then turned his fist, forcing them apart before prying her thighs apart with both hands.
Claire’s eyes bulged as she looked up and down at the demon before her. His body powerful, muscles like metal cords that gave no quarter and didn’t budge no matter how hard she fought. Sitting up, she pushed against his chest and couldn’t help but admire how taut it was. Heart racing, skin sweating, pussy throbbing, she whimpered and fought desperately as the Demon just waited there, enjoying the sight of her fighting, enjoying her resistance as she weakly, pathetically tried to escape his hands, escape the pleasure his nails in her thighs were forcing on her.
Parting her legs like it was effortless, the Demon crawled on the couch, and she felt the head of that hot, thick, throbbing massive cock against her bare pussy. Without warning, the Demon thrust into her, and Claire’s eyes bulged.
The feeling of having the Demon force his way into her was overwhelming. She was already so wet, so aroused; her body wanted so badly for him to win that as soon as he was inside of her, her cunt clamped around him. Clawing, pushing, trying to get him off, she struggled with all of her strength, but as he towered over her, driving himself into her, the helpless woman moaned, shameless sounds escaping her lips.
“Stop, please, I, fuck,” she gasped as she felt his cock throbbing inside of her. Looking into those devilish eyes, seeing his hunger, she was too weak to pull her thighs away. Her cunt clamped down on him as she felt heat rising higher and higher. The Demon started fucking her shamelessly, soft growls escaping his lips as the sound of their bodies colliding filled her living room. Gasping, whimpering, shuddering and writhing, her hips pressed against his.
Claire tried to hold back. She tried not to cum as she weakly struggled. She tried to escape, but he just kept hold of her legs and ignored her arms. As she gasped, moaned, and trembled, Claire’s eyes watered.
“Stop, stop, oh god, don’t…don’t…!” she screamed as she was helpless to find anything other than her nails digging into his shoulders as her senses were overwhelmed and his massive cock felt even bigger as it clamped down hard on the summoned devil’s cock, covering it in her cum; the throbbing only driving him to growl and laugh and stop just holding her thighs apart but lift her legs up onto his shoulders, grab her thighs and start pulling her back onto him with every thrust.
Helpless, weak, pathetic, all Claire could do was shake as her entire body seized up and trembled and covered the demon violating her with her cum, her first orgasm being pushed even higher and higher.
The feeling of him practically folding her in half made Claire feel tiny. This demon had over a foot of height on her, over 60 pounds on her. The way he pushed her legs up and pushed his cock down into her made small moans escape her lips as her hips pushed back against him. Her nails dug into the couch for a moment, before she tried to pull away.
Grabbing the cushions of the couch, Claire tried to push off, tried to escape the Demon that was fucking her. Her body seemed to refused, drained the strength from her arms as it accepted his cock. The way that he pushed her legs forward a little bit and drove himself deeper into her forced Claire’s chest to raise up, her heart racing.
Letting her thighs go, the demon grabbed the front of her shirt and looked down at her after thrusting one last time, a spike of pleasure nearly tipping her over the edge. Weakly, she grabbed his wrists and tried to pry them off of her shirt. “No, no, stop, please,” she said, desperate to keep him from doing more to her. As his hands pulled her shirt apart, exposing her big, perky breasts and pierced nipples, Claire whimpered. Her hands pulled and jerked and she tried to push away but he grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the couch, leaning over her.
Claire refused to look at him, refused to look into those eyes as she strained, pushed away. She struggled, whimpered, bucked, cried out as he dug his nails into her wrists and fucked her deeper. Claire pushed off with all of her strength as pleasure tore through her.
Claire screamed, but no words came out. Her entire body shook as her pussy clamped down and gushed, soaking the demon that was violating her. Eyes burning with tears, throat unable to make a sound. Weak, pathetic, mewling, Claire weakly pushed off, but gave as much resistance as a mannequin.
The demon pulled himself out of her, and Claire looked at him with eyes clouded by pleasure. Her entire body felt warm. Something inside of her knew that she was in danger, knew that she was about to be used and then turned into a toy, but Claire couldn’t resist. Fighting, struggling, part of her wanted to escape, but if he ordered her to stop struggling she would obey.
So much more of her wanted to obey.
He didn’t order her though. He grabbed her, dragging her by the hair as she grabbed his wrists and struggled almost instinctively around the back of her couch, before he bent her over it.
“Please…” she whimpered hoarsely. Claire didn’t know if she was begging for his cock or begging him to let her go.
The way he reached around and wrapped his arm around her neck from behind while driving himself into her gave her no option though. Claire cried out as she squirmed, trying to kick and struggle with the tiny bit of strength left. Her pussy, no longer obeying her, clamped onto the Demon, it already knowing it’s role as her toy.
Claire tried to fight, but all she could do was moan and say the word ‘please’. She couldn’t fight; her body refused. She couldn’t escape, her body wasn’t strong enough. All she could do was enjoy the way that his cock felt like it got hotter and hotter, harder and harder even. Her hips ground back against his as he growled and pulled his arm around her neck harder and harder.
Claire couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t escape, and the only thing she heard was his infernal growling and the sound of their bodies colliding. His cock felt like it was getting bigger and bigger, before the hard, thick shaft finally exploded and she felt her pussy filled with hot, thick cum.
The feeling of him thrusting into her semen-lubricated pussy made Claire go from moaning to squeaking to screaming. A part of her still resisted, a part of her still fought, tried not to, but even without climaxing, the feeling of his cock filling her up was the best thing, even better than her previous orgasms.
Claire felt like she was in heaven. Her pussy gushed as heat flowed through her body and all sound escaped. Every muscle tensed and relaxed at the same time, and she shook, dousing the Demon in cum while her legs collapsed and she was held up only by the fact that the Demon was holding he up, growling, thrusting into her althroughout his orgasm.
Claire, a middle manager at some talent hiring firm, had lost. With her cunt full of demon cum, breasts exposed, and body forced to cum again and again, she slowly began to collapse onto the ground.
The Demon wrapped his arms around her waist as she fell, and as he pulled her out and left her pussy feeling cold and empty, he pulled her to face him. She stood slack, like a doll with the strings cut, eyes glazed as she looked up at him. Without a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, and safe.
She was the property of a Demon, of a Monster. But in that kiss, somehow she also knew this Monster would keep her safe.