A revisit to my first series, In Love With a Demon. Enjoy! :)
My name is Jake Coleson and I have fucking idea what I'm doing here. Last thing I remember is me going to visit my girlfriend, Kneesocks. It gets a little hazy after that but-
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"Jake, how nice to see you again," Scanty Demon greeted me. She was Kneesocks' sister and our relationship together was a bit...dodgy to say the least.
"Hi, yeah I'm just here to pick up Kneesocks and then I'll be outta your hair," I said. While Scanty had quite simply hated my guts before, she was a lot more tolerant of me nowadays. Some may even go so far as to say she DIDN'T want to disembowel me with a wooden cooking spoon.
"I see, I see," Scanty replied. "Unfortunately my dear sister has stepped out to run a quick errand. She wanted me to let you, should you arrive here before she returns, that she will do her business with great haste."
"Oh...okay then, that's fine." Scanty smirked at me. Not a smirk which made me worry for my own safety, but it made feel...off.
"Come have a drink with me, Jake," she invited. "I'm certain Kneesocks won't be much longer."
"Yeah, sure thing," I answered, putting the strange feeling I had behind. Scanty lead me to a large parlor, complete with a bar and motioned for me to take a seat at one of the barstools. She walked around the bar to the other side.
"What would you like," she asked. She leaned in rather close, to the point where her cleavage nearly exploded out of her buttoned shirt. Masculine curiosity forcing me to glance down for at least a second or two, I quickly regained my senses and met her gaze. Her half-lidded eyes gave off a sultry appeal which weakened me about as much as her ample bossom. I was trapped either one I looked at.
"Uhh...just a beer I guess. Kneesocks and I may grab a drink later, so I'd rather keep the alcohol light for now." Scanty gave yet another smirk and nodded.
"Very well then." She turned her back to me and began preparing our drinks. Aside from on-tap beer, she prepared a martini, obviously for herself. Over the edge of the bar I peered downward. The short, black skirt she wore fitted itself tightly to her ass and thighs. While her back was turned, I quickly punched myself hard on the cheek to get a hold of myself. Why was I ogling my girlfriend's sister? I'm not some dumbass horny teenager. I'm 23 for christsake! Before I knew it, the large glass of amber fluid had been served before me.
"Jake, are you feeling well?"
"Y-Yeah, of course! Never better," I said, yearning to drown myself in drink to occupy my stuttering mouth.
"Very well then," she said, raising her martini. "Cheers!"
"Cheers!" We clinked our glasses together and drank. Dabbing some of the beer's foam from my upper lip, I asked Scanty a question.
"So, what is it that Kneesocks went out to do~~~" I trailed off from the last syllable of the sentence. The world around me began slowly ebbing in and out of focus. You've gotta be fucking kidding me! This bitch did something to my drink!
"Oh, Jakey, you don't look too good," Scanty said in mock worry. She leaned in close one again.
"Maybe you ought to...lie down," she snaked her hand around my cheek and to the back of my head, planting a deep kiss on me. She kissed me with such force that my body began leaning backwards off the barstool. I fall flat on hardwood, the pain in my head and back numbed only by whatever Scanty had spiked my drink with. That's when everything went blank.
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So I awake here in dim, candlelit room. My aching body supported by what appeared to be a soft bed. My arms and legs felt strangely spread out, but I went to lift myself up, I was yanked back by a sharp, cold tether. I looked up at my wrists and see the silvery glint of metal binding them to the bed post. She DRUGGED me and then HANDCUFFED me to a fucking bed!
"Hey," I tried to shout, still groggy from the drug she used on me. "Let me out of here! Hey!"
"Quiet, you," I felt a quick lash at my lower leg and couldn't help but yelp in pain. My eyes dart over to my right and I see the figure of Scanty. More surprisingly, she was clad in a revealing leather dominatrix outfit. The uniform fit so snugly to her voluptuous figure that it made the shirt and skirt I originally saw her in look like a baggy flight suit.
"S-S-Scanty! What the hell did you -" my sentence was cut short by another sharp sting to my leg from the small riding crop she was holding.
"Silence, slave. I will not accept any sort of back talk from you."
"W-What's going on? Where's Kneesocks?"
"Hmm, still out on her errand I'm afraid. It seems me siphoning the gas from her car has delayed her return quite considerably." I wanted to argue her, but fearing another sharp crack of that riding crop, I decided against it. Not longer had I thought this had she whip my leg anyway, eliciting another cry of pain.
"THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR," I barked.
"I just hadn't heard you scream for a while is all." She quickly did away with the small talk and mounted my body atop the bed.
"I understand that you've been seeing my sister for some time now and that is fine. But I am curious as to if you are entertaining her as properly as you should be. You see, my sister is not as experienced as I in the realm of sex. You are, in fact, her first and only partner. So I am merely here to test your merits in the bedroom. To see if you're really good enough for my dear sister." She said the last part while grabbing me tightly by the member. Even over my pants, her grip was tight. It hurt, but I hate to say it excited some primal part of me as well.
"Now...shall we begin," Scanty said, masking my eyes with a blindfold.
"N-N-Now wait, Scanty. Y-You don't have to do thi-" another shot from her riding crop silenced me.
"I do not believe you are in a position to tell me as much. You will be grateful to have your pitiful human flesh be graced by such and elegant and beautiful being such as myself. I heard her grab some kind of metal instrument. The slight ringing it made when being picked up told me it was something sharp. I was proven correct when Scanty expertly sliced open my t-shirt, revealing my chest underneath.
"Ah, so this is your form. It's quite nicer when setting it up close. However," she said, gently placing the very tip of the knife to my skin in a threatening manner, "do not think yourself worthy of this praise, welp." She then focused in on unbuckling my pants and prying them halfway down my thighs.
"For such an interesting torso, what a crude, unshapely cock you have." She began slapping it with the riding crop, albeit more gently than she treated my leg. The slight pain mixed in with shameful pleasure made my penis begin to stand.
"How disgusting for this flesh stick to revel in its punishment. You should be ashamed of yourself." She said as she continued to beat it lightly. She was right. I was ashamed. Ashamed that the part of me that wasn't mortified by this whole predicament was actually excited to see how this turned out.
"It's swollen to such an unsightly size. Do you wish for release that badly? Do you!?" She gripped it tight, squeezing the pulsating rod in her palm. I grunted against her touch.
"Well, answer me, welp," she commanded, pressing the knife teasingly to my throat. I knew she certainly wouldn't kill me, but I was very intimidated.
"Y-Yes," I shouted.
"'Yes' what!?" She pressed the flat side of the cold metal blade to my neck and began running it slowly down my throat and chest.
"Yes, Ms. Scanty!"
"What do you want, you vile creature!?"
"I-I wish for release, Ms. Scanty!" I heard her snicker as she took the knife away.
"Very well then, but count yourself lucky I don't gut you like the horny pig you are."
"Y-Yes, Ms. Scanty. Thank you, Ms. Scanty." A few quiet moments passed before I felt some sort of liquid run down my length. It smelled of citrus, so I believed it was some sort of scented lubrication. She began tugging hard, running her smooth palm from the base to the top, and then rolling her hand around the knob. My mouth stood agape, but no sound escaped it. My breathing heavy as my body convulsed, my arms and legs struggling against the chains which bound me to the bed. She was winning, turning me into nothing more than an animal. But I couldn't seem to care at the moment.
"How revolting you are. You honestly wish for me to put my mouth on this fleshy growth?"
"Y-Yes, Ms. Scanty. P-Please, Ms. Scanty." I was so entrapped I was stuck to using only a handful of words, half of which being "Ms. Scanty".
"Ugh, why must I humor such a pitiful being such as yourself." I could feel her lean her body downward and capture my length in her warm mouth. I was about to burst right then and there, but I willed my body to carry on, fearing what punishment I would be dealt should my climax arrive too soon. The inner muscles of her cheeks sucked and gripped me tight. Scanty must have truly been a professional, not having even a single tooth graze my cock as it ventured farther into her mouth. She brought her mouth up to the head, rolling her mouth around the tip. I couldn't help but groan loudly at such intense stimulation. This was it, the dam penting up my orgasm was about to explode when suddenly-
"SCANTY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO HIM!?"
"K-Kneesocks," I heard Scanty shout.
"KNEESOCKS," I yelled in horror. I rolled my head against the mattress, able to shake off the blindfold. There, silouhetted in the doorway, was my girlfriend. What was the most strange is that I could still feel Scanty's mouth around my cock, despite her having turned around to stare in shock at her sister's arrival. I glanced down at my lower anatomy to find that both the citrus scent and oral stimulation were coming from a grapefruit wrapped tightly around it. Both Kneesocks and I exclaimed at the same time (albeit for different reasons).
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?"
As can be expected, Scanty's a sadist in bed. But I'm about to show an interesting side of her in the next chapter. Stay tuned! ;)
