Jean & The Demon Lord

Chapter Three – Getting Physical

"On your knees Jean! Kneel and accept how good you feel!" he said to
her and nodded to his guards. Slowly they walked to stand on either
side of her. With a hard slap, one smacked her full round ass so hard
it sent waves of force into her. Just enough to shocked her with the
intense pain.

Seeing it starting, the Demon Lord grinned, launching a full mental
assault now, driving the pleasure centers down by her pussy on overload
while blocking the massive orgasm she needed. How horrible that must
be, over the edge, and the orgasm blocked. Humans had an orgasm when
it became too much, too much to handle as a defensive mechanism
almost. With the massive pain and pleasure shooting her body at once,
the other guard snapped his tentacles against her soft ass, lashing
more pain, making pure welts as the snaps and whips continued for a
total for five, fast and hard, disciplining her.

"You will learn that to serve me is pleasure while to disobey
me...is....very painful..." he said to her, as the first four armed
guard, smacked his side of her ass with hard, brutal spankings. One
and then the other, until all four hands had brutally spanked her. The
hardness of the demon flesh against her bare, soft flesh only drove
the passion more, to burn through her thoughts.

"...do you wish to have the pleasure back now?" he asked, waiting to
see if she would comply. The whips of the tentacles now going up her
back. SNAP! Like a bullwhip across her bare flesh, making her almost
cry and wince. SNAP! The whips tore at her flesh, making welts. SPANK!
against her ass, it was relentless. SPANK! SNAP! It would not stop,
nor did the pleasure driving of his power pulling on her nipples
and clit. Scratching the surface from the underside up, driving her
wild with the pleasure, while increasing the pain.

Jean could barely balance the lust and anger boiling inside of her. The need for a release was something that she had never experienced before. The anger over her own feelings and desires made her face flush with horror. But she was going to obey. To do it for Scott. For her friends. For everything and everyone she ever loved.

She fell to her knees, feeling the hard floor bearing into them. The hard surface brought her to a reality, if only for a moment. But it was something else entirely when she realized two forms enveloped her, standing on either side of her kneeling frame.

And then she heard it. A slap so loud she winced even before she could feel the pain. Her lips parted. A loud groan escaped them. But even she wasn’t sure if the guttural cry was from sheer pain or pleasure. Or if there even was a difference anymore.

The slap triggered something within her. A desire so great she needed to let go. She felt herself part her thighs slightly, and immediately chastised herself for the act. But no matter how much she willed the release, it wasn’t coming. She teetered on the edge for what seemed like an eternity, begging her body to respond to her heart’s wishes. But nothing came. Not even the slightest spasm signaling it’s obedience.

Another slap across her ass. This one much harder than the first. And while the pain blocked her need for orgasm for a split second, it quickly returned, burning brighter than ever when the pain subsided into a dull sting. Again and again she was slapped. And over and over she felt the pain, then the dull pleasure of the action. No longer did she control her own body. No longer could her feelings be subdued.

The whipping continued until five lashes had reddened her ass. Five individual strips of red flesh. She closed her eyes and waited for more, hardly crying out during the last one, as her body accepted the pain it was being given. But instead, she heard the Demon’s voice bellow to her.

To serve him is pleasure. To disobey – pain. The words were set in stone as she felt hands, hard and rough spanking her ass. She never knew when the next blow was coming, and she closed her eyes, trying to center herself amidst the rough hands that seemed to enjoy their torture of her slender frame.

And then she heard his question. “Yes!!!” she exclaimed, but before she could continue her words, her body once again fell victim to the beating. This time it wasn’t just her ass that received the punishment. The beating continued, up her back, welting the skin. Breaking it. She could almost feel the softest trickle of blood escape her, and wanted to shed the tears of pain that welled up within her eyes. But she refused to hand over that satisfaction. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

She felt a force pulling at her nipples, nearly ripping them from her tender flesh. The pain was unprecedented, combined with the constant whipping. She could take no more, feeling her sheer willpower begin to crack and break apart. But the nipples, handled so roughly by an invisible force made them only perk up even higher, begging to feel the warm kisses of Scott’s mouth. And then she realized. Not Scott’s mouth. Any mouth. Any loving touch.

Sitting back in his chair the Demon Lord nodded for the pain givers to
go back to their place, he could feel the pleasure she got from the
pain to her ass. The feeling of her buttocks being hit and smacked,
made her eyes bulge and he could tell she would have loved more.
Instead, he went the other way, to teach her obedience. Pouring more
of his power into her mind, he made sure that she was feeling the
power of pleasure. The need to be fucked so hard, and to have
something inside of her. As every slut would, he made her feel the
need to have a cock, a feeling he knew that as a virgin she was not
familiar with.

Stroking his chin more, the Demon Lord's cock bounced slightly as he
let go of it. He wanted the complete length to be in the sight of this
pitiful lust-filled woman. The thoughts he was having, of breaking her
and fucking those full tits, would soon be realized. Yet. she would be
begging for it, begging to be fucked by him like a little slut needing
a cock to fill her hard.

"You need to Jean. Admit it. Reach those fingers down and do what you
love to do in the Shower!" he snickered, scooting back again in his
throne. The wide girth of his cock moving up more, showing more of the
length for Jean to see from her position. The idea that he even know
what she did in the shower, would shock her. In all the times he spied
on her, all the journals she wrote, not one mentioned it. It was a hub
of shame for her and he knew it.

Jean almost whimpered as the pain suddenly stopped, without a word. She chased the feelings away, knowing that deep down she was enjoying them. But it was something she would never, nor could ever admit to anyone. But soon the longing of the pain was replaced by something far more intense. Need. Desire. The sheer lust for pleasure. It was as if her body was working against her very own mind, needing to be touched and fondled. Pleased in ways that she knew were wrong. But she couldn’t help herself. Someone was controlling her completely.

Her virginal innocence made her question the feelings. The needs for objects inside of her. While her and Scott had fooled around, nothing ever came to peak. They had decided to wait until their wedding night. Tonight. And suddenly, Scott was the furthest from her mind. In his place was the image of the Demon’s large cock. She tried to close her eyes, to make the image go away. But found her eyes glued to his large member. Oh how she needed to feel it inside of her, ripping her pussy open with it’s force.

But it was his words that stunned her. His order for her to fulfill herself. Like she had so many times in the security and safety of the shower. She didn’t question how he knew of her dirty little secret. How she loved the feeling of the hot water running down the length of her pussy, showering over her ass. How she plunged her fingers deep inside of herself, bringing herself to the brink of ecstasy, night after lonely night. It was simply known. And nothing she could do would change the fact that she welcomed the sensation. Now more than ever.

But it was different now. No longer did she have a locked door separating her from the world. She had an audience. One that seemed to hang on her every move. But the feelings inside of her were too great to deny, as a trembling hand slowly moved the length of her body, finding her slick pussy. She closed her eyes, as she rubbed against her swollen lips, feeling her own desires dripping like the sweetest of honey.

And the thought of all eyes glued on her, made her muscles flinch in added excitement, as she quickly placed a long and slender finger inside of her. Her lips allowed the moan to escape, as her hips bucked forwards to meet the intruder. And while her eyes remained closed, in her mind she could still see the full length of his splendid cock.

Her finger moved in and out, just like it had numerous times in the shower. Her thumb pressed against her clit, causing her to writhe around. Soon another finger joined the first, filling her tight whole to a nearly painful capacity. But she didn’t care. She needed it. She needed the release that she would give herself. And then, in a second, she withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her full lips and removing her own sweet nectar from them with her tongue.