You wake up naked and alone in your bedroom. Your whole body feels sore, aching after last night's rough activities. Sebastian had given you no respite, taking you time and time again until you were pushed well beyond your limits. Even now in the morning's cold light, you can feel his essence inside of you, working its way through your body.
You try to sit up, but find the task too painful; he was truly without mercy last night. At least he had removed the bindings on your eyes and wrists, allowing you to drag your body up the bed and under the bloodied sheets. You plan to sleep more, when the door opens quietly. Sebastian strides over to you, clean linens under his arm. He yanks back your newly-acquired sheet, once again exposing you to the cold room.
He's smirking as he addresses you. 'Tsk, tsk. What a silly little whore, sleeping in a filthy bed. Time for you to get up and change the sheets.' He puts the linen to one side before dragging you out of bed by your ankles. Your abused rear hits the ground with a thump, causing all the cuts Sebastian formed last night to sting horrendously. You can feel tears forming in your eyes, but Sebastian doesn't care; he grabs you by the hair and forces you to stand. Your legs can barely support you weight, but you do your best not to fall onto the floor again. Sebastian brings his lips to your ear.
'Be a good girl and change that bed of yours. If you can't, then I'll just use you for my enjoyment again. After all, if you can't work then that's really all you're good for. Are you going to change your bed?' You don't understand, he said he was done punishing you. Why is he being so cruel?
You stumble towards the clean linen. 'Yes, master.' You say, hoping it will be enough to show him your willingness to obey.
It clearly does something, as he himself strips the bed, leaving you only half a task to complete. You make your way over to the bed, praying that your legs don't give out.
Some how, you manage to complete his task. You have no idea how you accomplished it, but you're not about to start questioning it. You stand before him, bowing your head in subservience. 'It's done, master. I hope my efforts please you.' He walks over to you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look into his eyes.
'Your efforts are most acceptable, especially given the circumstances. You have taken my punishment well, as I should have known you would. As a reward, I shall bring you some warm water and a flannel. Clean yourself up, then get some rest. I'll be back this evening as usual to take what's mine.' He leaves to fetch you the water, and you feel your blood run cold; surely he isn't planning to have you again tonight? Your body simply can't take it! If he returns tonight, you'll not be able to walk for weeks. Surely if you told him no he wouldn't do it.
Then again, this is the man that dragged you out of bed to change sheets stained crimson with your blood. He's not exactly known for patience or compassion. If he wants something, he gets it. He's not someone who tolerates refusal, especially not from his personal plaything…
He returns, and sets the basin down on the floor. He hands you a flannel and a bar of soap before leaving the room without a sound. Part of you hoped that he would stay so you could talk, but it's too late now. You wet the flannel, work the soap into a lather and begin the long and meticulous process of cleaning up as much evidence of last night as possible.
As you clean yourself, you take the time to inspect the damage dealt to you last night. Angry scratch-marks littler your entire chest, stinging as they come into contact with the soap. There's a nasty-looking bite mark on your thigh, and when you look behind you, you can see the evidence of his punishment all down your ass and the backs of your legs.
After you've cleaned up all of your recent cuts, your attention turns to the mark on your stomach. It looks fresh, despite the fact that it's been there for over a week. You trace the outline of it with one finger, contemplating your recent choices. What would Sebastian have done if you hadn't entered into this 'ritual' of his willingly? Would he have forced himself on you? Tied you to the bed and refused to let you leave until it was done? Or would he have respected your decision and let you go?
You'd rather not think about the answer to that question. You know you won't like it.
You also begin to wonder what your life will be like when it's over with. Will Sebastian show you some kind of affection? No man has ever shown you any real affection, save for when they wanted something from you. Would that change when this is over?
No. It won't change. You've always known exactly what you are to him; a whore. A bitch. His 'mortal plaything'. You've always known this, yet you let him corrupt you anyway. Things won't be any different once you're officially his. If anything, you'll have even less in the way of affection. After all, if you're bound to him, he doesn't have to be affectionate. He'll have everything he could ever want from you.
As you finish washing, you realise you've made a grave mistake. You should never have come to Sebastian for aid. Even if it seemed like a good idea at the time, you should have found another way. One of your justifications for agreeing to Sebastian claiming you was that at least you wouldn't have to sleep around. However, the way he treated you last night has you thinking that wouldn't be such a bad thing. At least you could give your clients rules. Sebastian can't be told not to do the things he wants. He's in control of your body, and to some extent your mind as well.
You crawl back into bed, soaking wet but clean. You gently sob as you drift off to sleep, regretting your decision to stay here.
When you next open your eyes, the room is dark. At first you think night has fallen, but then you try to move your arms.
Your wrists are bound together.
He's back.
You barely have time to register that fact before he's inside of you, cock thick and preparing to fill you yet again.
Your body begins to react in its usual way, heating up and fogging your mind with lust. You wonder if the mind fog has anything to do with his demonic nature, but you're in no fit state to ponder it. Right now all you can focus on him pounding into you, willing him to give you his seed so you can please him by taking it. All of your earlier thoughts and misgivings regarding your situation fade away under his forceful thrusts, and you find yourself thinking back to what he said on the second night; you really must have been born for this.
Your orgasm is intense, and you moan into the pillow, hoping the noice isn't loud enough to wake anyone. Sebastian finishes just after, and begins the lengthy process of emptying himself into you. Your mark burns as he does, but this time the burn feels oddly pleasant, as if the pain has become a familiar friend. You try to go back to sleep as he fills you, but he won't allow it, biting down on your shoulder hard enough to wake you up fully.
When he's done, he slips out silently before leaving the bed. You assume he's going to leave you be, but a few moments later you feel something cold on your other opening. You try to move away, before remembering the post-coital paralysis; you can't move an inch. Sebastian moves his head to your ear as one of his finger circles your back entrance, smearing someone onto it.
He begins talking to you. 'I think it's time I tried something new. I hope you don't mind that I've decided to help myself, but I simply can't resist my favourite little whore. Trust me, you're going to love what I'm about to do to you. I'd say be as loud as you want, but I fear that moaning will be impossible for a while. So just stay where you are, and let me pleasure you in ways you've never known before.' With that, you feel a light pressure at your tight entrance.
He slides his finger in slowly, giving you time to adjust to the intrusion. You want to move away from the unfamiliar feeling, but you can't. For some strange reason, the helplessness is turning you on immensely.
The soreness you'd felt this morning seems to have disappeared the moment he woke you, as if having him inside you has healed you somehow. You don't question the exact mechanics of it though; you can't question anything right now, not with his finger pumping in and out of your anus. He's started to move quickly, now that your body seems used to it. He slides another finger in, stretching you a little further. As painful as it is, you begin loving the sensation of being filled there.
He starts to scissor his fingers, widening you even more. You're curious as to his end goal, but it's the exciting kind of curiosity that makes you crave the answer.
Speaking of cravings, part of you wishes he'd give up on his current endeavour and go back to abusing your already-abused passage. Alas, it seems that he likes his new toy, a thought confirmed when you feel a third finger slip inside. It goes in with less resistance than the others; Sebastian's efforts haven't been for nothing. If you had use of your voice, you'd scream his name so loudly it would wake the whole household.
Suddenly, Sebastian withdraws his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. The feeling doesn't last long, as he pushes something else into you. It feels solid, wood perhaps? You really can't be sure, but you really don't care.
Sebastian moves the object in and out of you with ease, your hole loose enough to accept it with only minimal pain. He leans forward to nibble on your ear, continuing to violate you with the unknown object. The tiniest of noises escapes your mouth; is the paralysis wearing off already?
He starts talking to you. 'You're remarkable, you know? The perfect woman. Obedient, beautiful, sinful… if only your husband had known how to bring out the best in you. If you were my bride, I'd never have allowed you to slip away. Alas, I suppose one man's loss is my gain entirely. You're going to be exquisite by the time you're fully-claimed. I might even go against my original purpose and breed with you. I'll bet a fine bitch like you could give me an entire brood of new demons. Then again, that would mean I wouldn't get to fuck you quite so much, and that simply would not do!' He shoves himself into you, filling both of your holes at once. You climax fiercely, body remaining totally limp against the bed. You do regain enough movement to let out a small moan though, which is enough to send Sebastian over the edge too, beginning his part of the ritual anew.
By the time he's finished, you're exhausted, the pleasure draining your whole body of energy. He removes all of your restrains before tucking you into bed, making sure only your head is visible. Before he leaves, he shows you a conical object made out of wood. That must be what he stuck into your anus earlier. He smirks as he exits, leaving you alone with your thoughts again.
As pleasurable as being with Sebastian is, you can't help but wonder if your life wouldn't be better elsewhere. Surely there was a man somewhere capable of loving your body and your soul. You doubt that though; if he existed, you would have met him by now. No, there was no one out there who could love you wholly. There was only Sebastian, and the pleasure he gave you. That was as close as you were ever going to get.
As you finally drift off into a dreamless sleep, you're unaware of the shadowy presence outside your bedroom window.
The Undertaker watches as the young woman drifts off. The things he's seen tonight are enough to make him feel nauseous.
He's been keeping an eye on the manor for a while now, ever weary of its demonic occupant. Now it seems he's been right to worry; there's a woman in there who seems to have played straight into the demon's hands.
He's been aware of their arrangement for a while, but it's never given him cause for concern; she was very much a willing participant, that was clear. However, with that demon's influence running through her veins, he's no longer certain she's there of her own volition. He needs to investigate the situation as throughly and as quickly as possible; he'll not let a woman as beautiful as her fall victim to a demon.
The Undertaker disappears into the night, carefully planning his first course of action.