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Warnings for an employer trying to take advantage of his coworker sexually. Warnings for rape. And for torture-very graphic torture.
Demons' Bargain-2nd sequel
Demons' Protection
A year had passed since Clarke's…demon lovers had first established what exactly their relationship with her was to be. They understood that by human standards, their actions were condemnable. Evil. Unforgivable. But for demons? This wasn't just a business transaction. They could have demanded anything else from Clarke, and she would have given it. But the demons had wanted the only thing that mattered. Clarke's love. Her attention. To be able to each touch Clarke. To make her scream in pleasure. To love her.
They never hadn't loved her, since they had seen her. Demons sometimes were mated to humans. It was rare. But it happened.
And the moment the demons had seen Clarke years ago, they had loved her. They hadn't realized just what it was they'd been feeling, but they knew now. They had never loved anyone the way they loved this young, human woman.
No wonder they hadn't known what they felt for Clarke at first.
And now?
They'd never let her go.
They were in her room right now, watching as Clarke slept.
They all agreed. Now was the time to have their way with Clarke again. They knew that Clarke enjoyed the things that they did to her, but she didn't understand why they wanted her.
She feared them. Was terrified of them.
She didn't understand their fixation on her. Or that they loved her. But she would know soon enough.
The fourteen demon women looked at each other.
It was decided silently, that tonight, it would be Wanda, Sylvie, Mari and Diana, who would do as they wanted with Clarke's gorgeous body.
It was the four of them closed in on Clarke and Wanda cooed to Clarke, "Wake up, my love. it's time to know our love again."
Clarke groaned, waking up slowly, and when her eyes adjusted somewhat to the dark, realizing who she was alone in the room with and she tried to cry out, panic on her face. Her cries were silenced, with a flick of Wanda's wrist, quieting Clarke's cries magically and she was pinned to the bed on her back magically.
Sylvie grabbed the blankets over Clarke and pulled them off.
"Don't be scared, Clarke," Mari crooned, "We'll just love you till you can't move."
Clarke tried to struggle off of the bed, but Wanda's magic held her still as Sylvie and Diana began to undress her.
The other demons chuckled, watching. As much as they'd like to continue watching? They would need to leave.
They had…things to do, to protect their beloved Clarke.
The other ten demons disappeared from the room, leaving Wanda, Sylvie, Mari and Diana to do as they wished with Clarke. Clarke would likely be fucked unconscious by the end of tonight.
The rest of the demons, Natasha, Yelena, Maria, Shayera, Melina, Brunnhilde, Helena, Dinah, Felicia and Carol, had to get rid of any remaining threats to Clarke.
Protecting Clarke's money and education, didn't come without them making sure that those that questioned Clarke's possible involvement in the mysterious deaths of her mother and her mother's boyfriends and friends, died brutally.
For them, there was no feat that was too underhanded or crude, for Clarke.
The ten demons appeared again, this time, in the office of one Carl Emerson, and while they were in his office, they had made themselves invisible. Emerson would not see them.
Not even when they killed him, he wouldn't see them.
They had made sure that Clarke hadn't lost her job, her education or her money.
And to do that, while they had released magic to make sure that the people who ran Clarke's school wouldn't expect her to drop out, and the people who overlooked Clarke's family's money, wouldn't give the money to the government, but would let Clarke have it, and that the people who ran Clarke's job, would never fire her.
But that didn't mean that some people didn't occasionally have questions.
And Emerson was one of those few people that asked questions.
Invisible to Emerson's eyes, Natasha and Felicia circled around his desk, smirking at him predatorily.
There was a very big difference between the smirks that these demons gave Clarke and the smirks that they gave to the people that they butchered slowly to death.
The smirks they gave to Clarke, was meant out of love, out of knowing that Clarke would enjoy every moment of what they did to their darling.
But the smirks they gave to those that they fully intended to torture to death?
Well….those smirks were meant for….another purpose.
Emerson, while a completely average human being, was still Clarke Griffin's employer.
And unfortunately, wished to take advantage of his position as her employer.
For him, any woman attractive enough that worked for him? Were just prizes for him to take advantage of.
And while Clarke didn't like Emerson, she was unaware of his intentions regarding her.
Not that she'd never heard of employers taking advantage sexually of their women employees, however, she hadn't figured she was working for one of those employers.
The demons, they understood, to a certain extent, that their reasons for being ready to torture Emerson to death for what he intended to do to Clarke, was hypocritical. But the things they did to Clarke and for Clarke? Always, for them, was done because they cared for her. Even if she feared them, even if she hated them for the things they did to her, they were trying to protect her.
Emerson just saw Clarke as a piece of meat. Someone to be used and cast aside as soon as he was finished with her.
The demons, on the other hand, were Clarke's mates and they wished to take Clarke into their world and make her their wife.
Clarke didn't know that yet. But they'd tell her in time.
The demons stood around Emerson, invisible to him, until they decided it was time for him to see them, which it wasn't yet.
Emerson spoke on the phone to his many employers, then hung up on them, got up and was about to walk around the desk, when Yelena waved her hand and the door to Emerson's office, closed and locked.
Emerson stepped back, eyes growing huge, startled at the sight of the door slamming shut without him or anyone even seeing it slam shut.
The door locked, because of Yelena's power.
Felicia waved her hand and the blinds that were lowered over Emerson's window, suddenly closed up, causing Emerson to be completely obscured from anyone's view. And leaving him alone, and frightened in the office, having no idea what was going on.
Natasha extended her power out, cloaking this office up in a spell that would make the office soundproof.
No matter what happened in this office? No one would hear the screams.
Emerson barely said the word, "Wha-?" when the demons acted.
Flicking their wrists, Maria, Melina and Dinah, lifted Emerson up just one inch off of the floor, and keeping him from even moving, Emerson's face now as pale as a sheet, appearing horrified and terrified.
"What's happening?!" He all but shrieked.
In response, all five Yelena, Dinah, Helena, Felicia and Brunnhilde, burst out laughing.
Now no human would be able to see the demons, unless the demons wanted them to. And it was the same for hearing anything the demons' said or did.
But now that the office was soundproofed?
Oh, now the demons were just fine with Emerson hearing them.
So, when they laughed, they made sure he heard them.
Emerson gasped, now even more scared, his heart skipping a beat as he looked around the room, searching for the origin of the cruel laughter.
But naturally, he saw nothing, since the demons remained invisible, for now.
"What, where?" Emerson demanded.
Grinning, Yelena decided to have some fun.
She said, knowing that Emerson would now hear her, "What's the matter, Carl? Don't like not having control over your life? Well, I'll give you something to actually be scared of, you worthless sack of shit."
Emerson screamed, but Yelena ordered Emerson to shut his mouth, which she didn't even need to say, because her powers did it for her.
And Emerson's mouth clamped shut, his eyes still as big as saucers.
Because the office was soundproofed now, no one would be able to hear Emerson scream, but Yelena had made sure Emerson couldn't scream, to make him feel even more helpless.
As soon as Emerson was made incapable of crying out, Felicia flicked her hands, then Emerson's clothing were torn all the way off of his body, leaving him entirely nude.
Emerson was then lowered to the floor, on bare feet, but still unable to move, as the demons' power over him, caused him to be completely frozen.
"Now, then," Melina said, she and the others finally allowing Emerson to see them in their full forms, causing his eyes to somehow widen even more, "We should begin torturing you for your intentions for Clarke, shouldn't we?"
At the questions in Emerson's eyes, and Melina and Natasha began the torture, using their power to slowly twist Emerson's body, twist it so that his legs were being forcefully, against his will, turned all the way around, his bones snapping and his feet turned around and some of his bones jutting out of his skin as the demons physically and magically twisted him.
Emerson, with his mouth kept closed, his muffled, agonized screams were let out from his throat, trapped in his mouth.
"You didn't want this to happen to you?" Maria asked, "Maybe you should have thought of that before intending to take advantage of Clarke. This is what you deserve, Emerson."
Back in Clarke's room, Clarke was being pinned to the bed, her arms secured above her head, the blanket being peeled back from her, and her pants being slid down off of her. Her shirt was lifted up.
Sylvie was pulling her pants down and Diana was pulling her shirt up.
Wanda and Mari made sure Clarke couldn't flee the bed, with their magic.
Clarke trembled, closing her eyes as Sylvie and Diana walked over to Clarke and leaned down, their mouths each going to Clarke's nipples, sucking on them, causing Clarke to lean her head back and moan.
Wanda and Mari magically opened up Clarke's legs wide, and they both leaned their heads down, Wanda's tongue going into Clarke's cunt and Mari's mouth wrapping around Clarke's clit.
Clarke's cries of utter pleasure filled the room, causing all four demons to smile at the sounds.
Back at Carl Emerson's office, the powers churned out by the demons in that office, was pushed upwards through Emerson's legs, going all the way up, his legs being twisted around, snaps sounding like the breaking of large, thick tree branches, filling the office.
Then the power tore up into Emerson's lower torso, meat and gristle tearing open and exposed.
Emerson's screams were overwhelming and most likely making his throat raw, as tears streamed down his face.
The ten demons in the room with Emerson, smirked at him.
"You think you're suffering so far, Emerson?" Natasha asked mockingly, "We'll make you suffer so, so much more. In ways you can't imagine. You shouldn't have tried to hurt Clarke."
Their power twisted more of Emerson's body, ripping him to shreds. And his screams gave the demons exactly the sounds they wanted to hear.