Demon's Offer (2 page)

From somewhere in the room, a low tune started up. It
was a strange, disturbing sound full of shrill violins and a dark
techno beat. It hurt Sara’s ears to listen to it, but she felt a
compulsion to dance to its beat, stretching her body and moving
sinuously in time to it.

“That’s it sugar,” Braeden said with relish. “Oh
yeah, you’re a natural.”

The music seeped in to her bones, animating her with
its seductive power. She became one with it, losing herself in its
power. Her hands slowly caressed her breasts, before slowly
reaching down to her pelvic area. Her tight cunt moistened inside
her skimpy g-string.

“What are you doing here Sara?” Braeden asked
abruptly.

His voice broke the hypnotic pulse of the music. Her
head wheeled in confusion. “You sent for me.”

“I mean the Devil's Playground sugar, you don’t
belong here.”

“I need the money,” Sara said bitterly. She suddenly
felt an overwhelming urge to pour out her heart to this unpleasant
stranger. “I was on the streets before Candy found me and got me
fixed up at the Devil's Playground.”

“You weren’t always on the streets. You’re educated,
cultured. You stink of old money.”

Sara was shocked at the assertion but couldn’t deny
it. Still dancing, she said, “My parents have money, and titles and
power. They own half the city.” A pang of longing rose up inside
her. “I had everything I wanted.”

“But you lost it all,” Braeden said softly. “They
disowned you.”

“I fell in love with the wrong boy,” Sara said
bleakly. The weird music stretched its tendrils in to her being,
pulling forth all the pain and misery that consumed her. More than
anything, she wanted to pour her heart out. “Bobby was amazing, but
he was a street kid and a gang member. I used to meet him in secret
and it was wonderful. Then he got arrested and tried to get me in
trouble too.”

“Mommy and daddy weren’t very sympathetic,” Braeden
purred.

Tears welled in Sara’s eyes. “Dad called me a slut
and a whore. Told me I'd gotten what I deserved. The cops dropped
the charges but my parents kicked me out of the house without a
penny.”

Braeden nodded. “Life’s tough for a little rich kid
who ain’t rich no more, sugar. You had to do what it takes to
survive.”

“I hate doing this,” she said hotly. “Dancing,
stripping, performing for dirty men. You’re all pigs! I shouldn’t
be doing this! I shouldn’t be here!”

The man smiled, it was a cruel and predatory smile.
“It doesn’t have to be like that.”

“Of course it does,” she snapped. “What else am I
supposed to fucking do?”

“I could help you,” Braeden said.

She stopped dancing. The weird music seemed to ebb
away. “You’d help me? How?”

“Well it’s not hard sugar,” Braeden chuckled.
“Getting a private room on short notice ain’t cheap. I’m obscenely
rich. I would be willing to get you out of this life, if you
wanted.”

Excitement surged through Sara before she could stop
it. The chance of escaping this miserable life, almost override her
suspicions. This weird guy didn’t seem like he was philanthropist.
She frowned at him. “What do I have to do in return?”

“Ah now sugar, that would be telling,” he laughed.
“The question is do you really mean what you say. Do you really
want to get out of this business?”

“More than anything,” Sara replied. She had never
been so certain of anything in her life before. Despite her
misgivings towards Braeden, she needed so very desperately to
escape.

“More than anything,” Braeden echoed. “And if you let
me help you, will you agree to the consequences, no matter what
they are?”

Sara didn’t answer straight away. She suddenly felt
she was at a crossroads moment in her life. There were worse things
in the world than stripping, and she’d been very lucky to get this
job. She thought about Candy and her bruises and realized she’d end
up in the working the private rooms one day if she stayed. At least
maybe with Braeden, she might have a chance to escape this sleazy
world once and for all.

"You won't kill me or sell me to some white-slave
ring?"

"Nothing like that, I assure you."

“Okay,” she heard herself say. “I’ll take up your
offer. Anything is better than this.”

“You agree to the consequences?” Braeden asked again,
his eyes bright and feverish. “Say you agree to the
consequences.”

She swallowed. “Yes, I agree to the
consequences.”

Braeden seemed to relax, and what looked like triumph
spread across his cruel, beautiful face. “Oh sugar, you don’t know
how happy that makes me feel.”

Sara watched him, uncertainly welling up inside her.
“Okay, so what happens now?”

Braeden looked at her, and the girl fell back when
she saw the glowing red light in his eyes. “Now sugar, the real
games begin.”

He got slowly to his feet, and his body became
wreathed in a hellish red light. Sara tried to turn and run, but
she was rooted to the spot. The nightmarish music started up again,
a jagged cacophony that ripped through her skull. “God! What’s
happening?” she screamed out.

Braeden grinned at her, and his teeth had become
vicious fangs. The rest of his body began to change. His suit
vanished, and he stood in a skimpy, ragged outfit of black leather,
covered with chains and studs. Sara’s eyes widened as she stared at
his powerful muscled body. His leather leggings had no crotch, and
his veined, pendulous dick hung heavily between his legs. Braeden
chuckled and squeezed it provocatively. His skin began to change
color as well, darkening to a shade of vivid, satanic red. His
handsome face narrowed, becoming more feral and cruel, and curved
horns sprouted from his forehead. Only his silky hair remained
unaffected by the dramatic transformation, making somehow more
terrifying.

“Well, sugar,” he drawled in his Southern accent,
“what do you think?”

Her paralysis lifted and screaming, Sara turned and
bolted for the door. In a heartbeat Braeden was standing in front
of her, blocking her way. “Oh no sugar, no running away. You agreed
to my terms remember. You wanted to escape this life and you will,
but you’re mine now, to do with what I see fit. Ain’t that
cool?”

“What are you?” Sara shrieked, shaking in terror.

Braeden pointed to his horns. “I’d have thought that
was obvious sugar. I’m a demon, a demon prince in fact. You’re
really very lucky you know.”

“This isn’t happening,” Sara sobbed. She shook her
head resolutely. “This isn’t happening! I’m having a nightmare!
You’re not real!”

Braeden’s eyes narrowed and his claw like hand shot
out grabbing her crotch. His fingers and palm were red hot, and he
squeezed her pussy through the fabric of the g-string. Sara gasped,
her body shuddering with pleasure. Very slowly, he ground his hand
between her legs, his very touch stimulating her cunt. “That real
enough for you sugar?”

“Stop!” Sara pleaded in a strangled voice. “Please
stop!” Waves of orgasmic pleasure shot out across her pelvis and up
her spine. She moaned loudly and clutched at his thick wrist. “No!
Please stop this!”

“Stop sugar?” Braeden drawled, his voice cruelly
mocking. “We ain’t even started yet.”

His other hand grabbed her by the throat. She barked
in shock, and started gasping for breath. The pressure increased,
and it felt like he was crushing her neck. His other hand was still
molded round her cunt, and he kept manipulating her making her wet.
She tried to cry out, but Braeden’s grip was too tight. For
torturously long moments she balanced on a tightrope between
pleasure and pain, clawing feebly at the powerful hand around her
throat. Her vision began to fade, and a trill of pure terror surged
through her as she felt herself beginning to pass out.

Suddenly, Braeden threw her on to the bed. Free of
his strangling grip, she gratefully swallowed huge gulps of air.
Her throat burned with each heaving breathe she took, and it felt
horribly bruised.

Blinking away the tears that had gathered in her
eyes, she saw Braeden looking down at her. His thick red dick was
fully erect, and glistened with pre cum. He circled the tip with
his finger, and brought it away sticky. Grabbing her hair with his
other hand, he shoved the finger in to her face. She clamped her
mouth shut, refusing to yield.

“Open up sugar,” he said in a patient voice, as if
trying to make an unruly toddler eat its food. “Open up for daddy,
there’s a good girl.” The finger suddenly started to burn, and she
opened her mouth in shock. He shoved it between her moist lips, and
she found herself licking up the bitter residue from his dick. The
taste woke some deep lustful urge inside her, and she suddenly,
desperately wanted more of his seed.

“That’s a good girl,” he purred. “Sugar you catch on
quick. You were wasted as a stripper.” He pulled out his finger,
and she stared up at him. His body was truly magnificent, and her
cunt was hot and aching to have him inside her.

As if reading her thoughts, he gave her a cruel
smile. “I think you deserve a little treat.”

“What?” she panted.

He flicked his hand, and the bed beneath her began to
pulse and oozed. She yelped as she sank in to it, and fell on to
her back. The bed shifted to fit round the contours of her body,
throbbing like an organic living thing. Braeden was grinning
savagely as the bed began to bubble, and long thick tendrils
emerged out of it, hardening into pulsating tentacles.

Sara stared without comprehension, suddenly feeling
fearful again. She tried to get up but several of the tendrils
lashed round her wrists and ankles, forcing her back down. The
tendrils round her ankles yanked her legs apart, and a single one
rose up in the space between them.

“No!” she shrieked in panic. “Please no! Someone help
me,” she screamed out again, but belatedly realized no one would
come. If anyone heard the noise she was making, they wouldn’t come
running. This was probably business as usual in the private
rooms.

She quieted down, breathing hard as the tendril
weaved and bobbed like some kind of grotesque serpent between her
legs. Braeden watched with obvious amusement. He gestured with his
hand again, and the tentacle shot forward.

Sara gritted her teeth at the explosion of pain as
the tentacle stabbed her cunt. The pain melted away quickly though,
merging in to pleasure. The tentacle buried itself deeper inside
her, and began to bulge and expand. She caught her breath as things
that felt like nodules sprouted out of the tentacle, and began to
tease the sensitive walls of her vagina.

“Oh God!” she moaned. “What are you doing to me?”

“Not God, sugar,” Braeden said wickedly. “I represent
a much higher power than that old fraud.”

Sara made a throaty noise, and threw back her head.
Inside her body, something that felt like a finger was playing with
the rough tissue of her g-spot, while a small eager mouth gave her
swelling clit short sharp sucks. The tentacle seemed to know how
her body worked, and teased all the right places to give her
immense pleasure. It worked her in to a frenzy manipulating
erogenous zones she never knew she had. Moans escaped from her
mouth, and she began to thrash and writhe, struggling against her
bonds.

“That’s it sugar,” Braeden said approvingly. “Let
yourself go. Let go of all the pain, all the guilt. Only then can
the healing begin.”

“No!” she snarled. Despite the heat of arousal
coursing through her, she didn’t want to surrender. She didn’t want
to be controlled like this. “It’s wrong,” she managed to gasp.
“Please stop this!”

The tentacle wriggled and gyrated inside her,
sparking fresh shockwaves of pleasure. “Oh God! No!”

“Don’t fight it sugar,” Braeden said in a husky
voice. His eyes had become glowing slits, and he was watching her
intently. He jerked at his bulging cock. “Let yourself go. It’ll
make what comes next a hell of a lot easier.”

She raised her head shakily, wanting to know what he
meant. But all her urgent questions fled her jumbled mind as she
felt the build-up of orgasm. She tried to fight it, but her body
betrayed her, arcing as the tentacle speared her deep. She
shuddered as she came.

She heard Braeden let out a low, husky chuckle. “Oh
sugar, that’s beautiful. I knew I’d made the right choice.”

Sara moaned as the exquisite touch of orgasm seeped
through every nerve of her body. She glistened with sweat and
burned with the afterglow of intense pleasure. Its job done, the
tentacle pulled gently out of her. It left her soaking cunt exposed
to Braeden’s hot gaze. The other tentacles retreated, letting her
go as the demon clambered on to the bed.

“Oh fuck,” she groaned, as his hot mouth sank over
the folds of her labia. His tongue pressed in to her wet heat,
sparking a fresh rush of lust. “Oh no! Stop! Stop!”

He ignored her, probing around the interior of her
vagina. His tongue gave off an intense heat that surged up in to
her belly. It seemed to flood her insides, and her breasts began to
tingle. The sensation drove her insane, and she caressed them
eagerly. Her nipples were hard and aching now, and she plucked at
them, crooning to herself.

Braeden angled his tongue, savoring her moist lips.
He played and teased her with expert ease, and his hands reached
round to grip her hips. His jagged claws sank in to her tender
flesh and she yelped in pain.

“Oh yes, sugar,” he whispered when he came up for
air. “You’re wet and ripe. I’ll make you fucking scream, you little
slut.”

“Yes!” she gasped, giving over to her primal lusts.
“I want you inside me. I want you fucking me!”

“Yeah sugar, you really want it?” he hissed.

“Yes! Oh Christ yes!”

“You’re a dirty little slut ain’t ya sugar?”

“Yes!” she said without reservation.