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Raven's deep voice screamed out Emma's name as his hips jerked again with each squeezing of his daughter's tight core around his thick girth. He could tell that she was in such a state of pleasure that her smooth inner walls were involuntary milking him for every last drop of seed that she could draw from his heavy twin sac that hung between his thighs. The taking of Emma's virginity and this being her first time might have been rough; Raven knew this but he wanted to make sure his daughter associated sexual pain with sexual pleasure. Eventually, in time, even the thought of being spanked or the remembrance of certain sexual pain inflicting things such as Raven taking her the way he just had would make Emma wet with wanting.

Panting heavily, Raven finally released his daughter's delicate wrists, allowing her the freedom of movement as he slid his still semi-erect member from her now dripping core and rolled off her. Laying on his back, Raven turned his head to look into Emma's beautiful blue eyes as his dark brown ones met her gaze. "Happy birthday baby." Raven smiled to her then as he finally caught his breath before rolling over on his side and let his hand roam over her body.

"After tonight my pretty little slut, you're not going to be sleeping in this bedroom anymore. "The look Emma gave Raven was one of confusion. It seemed as though she might have been wondering why she would be moving or where she would be sleeping. If that was what she was wondering, Raven answered it before Emma could ask. "You're a woman now Emma; not just any woman but my woman and my dirty little slut. As such, I want you available to me anytime I want you to please me. That means as my whorish slut you'll be sleeping in my bed and sharing my room with me now. That's what a good little slut does. Is that understood Emma?"

Raven saw Emma's body still quaking from her second orgasm and he started roaming his hand over her tight teen-aged body."Didn't I tell you that you were suck a dirty whorish slut Emma? You enjoy cumming don't you and you want to do it again just as much as you want to make your daddy feel that good again?" Raven grinned. "Anything to make daddy happy?" Raven questioned Emma then as he started stroking his cock while playing with Emma's breast. "In regards to your question in whether I'm going to get you pregnant or not, if that's what makes me happy and pleases me then that's what I'll do but I don't want to do that yet Emma... I don't want to share your body with a baby."

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He left Emma trying to catch her breath, her chest heaving as she tried to recover from her second orgasm, which had proved to be more intense than the first. Now that he was finished she felt the soreness caused by him taking her virginity and by his rough treatment, which she hadn't quite been ready for, but she was also left with the memory of just how amazing it had all felt and it was that that she was left to think about, the soreness seemed only to be a minor annoyance compared to how good he had made her feel. She hadn't quite reached the point where she thought that the pain had been a nice touch, but eventually he could get her there with enough work. She wasn't complaining about the pain at least, and that was a start.

After he released her wrists and rolled off of her she didn't move, feeling his cock sliding out of her. She could feel a mixture of his cum and her juices leaking out of her body. Emma thought that it had been a wonderful birthday present and she was looking forward to the rest of it, her fear forgotten about as well as all of the other scary things he had said he would have her do. Maybe when she remembered all of that she wouldn't be quite so enthusiastic.

Emma looked at him when he told her that this would no longer be her room, looking confused. Where was she going to be sleeping, then? Emma had been about to ask, but he answered her question for her before she got the chance. "Oh... okay." she said when he explained to her where she would be sleeping, it made sense... that was where a wife slept after all, with her husband, and though she wasn't his wife she supposed that the same rule applied. "Okay Daddy, I understand. I want to sleep in your room..." she said with a bright smile, thinking about sleeping with her daddy every night made her feel happy. She would sometimes sneak in to sleep with him when she was little, usually during a scary thunderstorm or when she had a nightmare, and while this would be quite different from that it would still be enjoyable she was sure.

"I did enjoy it... I want to make you feel that good again, too. I would do anything to make you happy, Daddy." she said as she felt his hand touching her breast. Emma was tired and she didn't think she wanted to cum again, but she would if that was what he wanted her to do, and she wanted to please him and making him feel that pleasure again too. It had made her feel so good, being able to bring her daddy so much pleasure. When he brought up becoming pregnant again and told her he didn't want that she relaxed, though she realized that she would have to deal with the thought that he just might want it some day always being present in the back of her mind. Maybe someday she would be ready for that, though. "How will you stop it from happening, then, since you already did the thing that makes a baby?" she asked him.

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Raven knew that Emma was already starting to turn out to be the perfect whore for him. She wasn't balking at the fact that he was being rough with her nor was she questioning the pain that he was inflicting upon her during sex. In her mind, Raven knew that Emma was slowly beginning to connect the pleasure/pain association and in time she'd be able to take floggers, nipple clamps, even much larger cocks and sexual toys inserted into her tight pussy other than his massive cock.

As his hand rested on Emma's flat tummy, he whistled for Jack who at that point jumped up on the bed. The dog had been watching the entire proceedings between Raven and Emma. Raven had been keeping the male dog away from any bitches over the past year just to get him worked up for when he was ready to introduce Jack to his daughter. Leaning in Raven whispered in Emma's ear. "Spread your legs for daddy and let Jack smell just how wonderful you are. I promise he's not going to put his pink cock into you right now but what he's going to do is going to feel good."

Emma looked like she was starting to get scared again as she slowly, almost reluctantly spread her legs for her father. As Jack shoved his cold wet nose up between Emma's thighs and started sniffing, the German Shepard began panting hard. His tongue lapped out as he began to run his rough canine tongue over Emma's folds to taste the combined juices of Raven and Emma upon her sex. "Doesn't that feel good Emma? I can make you feel that good with my tongue as well. Remember how good I made you feel with my huge cock in your tight cunt? Jack can make you feel that good too." Raven was baiting Emma... Giving her the association between the two. "You're such a slut that you'd be begging to cum while you sucked my cock and let me fuck your mouth Emma. That would please me so much."

With a whistle, Raven commanded Jack off the bed which was immediately heeded. "Don't worry about getting pregnant baby. I've been giving you birth control with your morning vitamins for the last six months and you'll continue taking them."

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Emma didn't know that she should expect anything different, she thought that the pain was supposed to be a part of it, which was why she didn't complain. He had said it would hurt at first, maybe that had been part of it. She didn't understand that the pain was supposed to only be from the breaking of her hymen and not the rough thrusts themselves, she didn't know it could have been different. Had she known then maybe she would have complained or wished that he had been more gentle at least, but perhaps ignorance was bliss. She had nothing to complain about at this point, it was all that she knew.

She had relaxed, though when he whistled for the dog and had him jump on the bed she was reminded of those other things that she said. Immediately she looked nervous, looking from Jack the dog to her father. When he first asked her to spread her legs she hesitated, but she knew that she was supposed to do what her daddy wanted so she spread her legs for him. He said that the dog wasn't going to use his cock... though that didn't mean that she wasn't nervous about what ever he was going to do.

She kept her legs spread for him, though, and she gasped when Jack shoved his cold and wet nose between her legs, feeling him sniffing and then his tongue came out and he licked at her pussy, licking up the juices from her sex. Her father was right again, of course, and she couldn't help but gasp and moan as she felt his tongue frantically licking at her pussy. "Yes Daddy, it feels good!" she said with a moan, sounding surprised. This was her pet dog after all and yet he was pleasuring her, it didn't seem right. She seemed surprised when he said that he could do the same thing, she would prefer it if he did it rather than the dog, but for now she was enjoying the feeling of Jack's tongue. When he said that Jack could make her feel good she didn't seem to like the idea very much, it didn't matter if he could make her feel as good, she didn't like the idea of the dog doing anything to her, even just licking her. "Yes Daddy, I would do what ever you wanted me to, I want to please you..." she said, though she still felt that if she didn't want to do something he wouldn't make her. He was her father after all, he would be understanding.

Emma couldn't help but feel relieved as Jack jumped back off the bed, and then relieved again when he said that she didn't need to worry about getting pregnant. "Okay... good." she said, happy to hear that.

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Finally sliding out of Emma's bed, Raven stretched himself and then collected his clothing. Looking over to his daughter who was still laying on her bed, he grinned. "How about you get the bed stripped in here and the dirty linens put in the laundry hamper baby. Your room smells like sex. It's a very good smell though. I like it very much. Then you can get one of your clean nighties and meet me in my bedroom. We'll take a shower and then turn in so we can get some rest. You look exhausted."

Raven made a pit stop in the kitchen as Jack followed him out of the room. Giving the dog a treat for being so good, He finished loading the dishwasher and turned it on, grabbed a drink then went into his own room. Further still he made his way into the master bathroom and turned on the shower. Waiting patiently for his daughter to come in, Raven thought about what he was going to do with her.

For tonight she had the basics and Raven was quite pleased that they had made so much progress but he wondered just how far Emma would allow him to go without catching on. She'd already allowed him to let the dog basically eat her out and let Raven take her virginity. He even had Emma convinced that she was his whorish slut. Something she appeared very proud of and was enjoying every orgasm he'd given her. Now to see if he could get her to go further. Before they fell asleep though he would tell her one thing that he expected her to do first thing in the mornings when she woke up.

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Emma didn't pick herself up quite yet after he got up, watching him from her bed as he stretched and gathered his clothes. She was tired, exhausted after what they had done, a lot had happened and after all of the excitement it was understandable that she was tired. She pushed herself up on the bed as he told her what to do, nodding her head. "Okay," she said, looking forward to take a shower and getting to bed.

Once he had left the room she laid there for a moment longer before standing up, doing what he said and stripping the bed. It did smell, and though she hadn't been familiar with the smell before she would know now that it was the smell of sex. It was a strange smell and she wondered if it was something that she was going to get used to. There was going to be a lot for her to get used to, it seemed. A lot of new things that she would have to learn, though hopefully he wouldn't really make her be with other men or make the dog do anything more to her. She would just have to tell him how much she didn't want to, he would understand. He would have to, she would do almost anything for him but she didn't think that having sex with strangers or a dog should count. He had said something about her ass, too... she didn't think she liked that either. Emma still seemed to think she had some level of control, though she would soon learn that that simply wasn't true.

Emma put the linens into the laundry hamper and after that she grabbed a clean nightie, tired and ready to go to bed, though after what they had done a shower would definitely be necessary as well. She walked into his bedroom, hearing the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom. She set the nightie down and walked in to the bathroom, looking over at him as he seemed to be waiting for her.

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Raven hadn't needed to wait very long after he had gotten into the master bathroom before Emma had gotten there with him. She had done quite well tonight on her 17th birthday and had shown signs of progressing into the fine slut that he knew she would be. He hoped that It wouldn't take more than a few months to teach her the different things that would pleasure him. While her innocence was wonderful and he enjoyed it quite a bit, there was going to be a time when his whore was going to need to start acting more like a slutty whore instead of a little girl. That would come in time though. Tonight was just the first step on their journey to where they were going to be. Eventually Emma would wake up and just the sight of her father's erect cock as he laid sleeping beside her or the way the dog was licking his own erection would make her want to orgasm or have someone's erection in her mouth. There would come a time when she would be begging for such things; not only to pleasure her father but because she truly enjoyed being used and loved the feel of being such a person.

Stepping into the shower, Raven left the door open for Emma to join him under the shower. "Close the door Babe. You're going to let all the heat out." Raven chuckled softly as he began lathering up a washcloth then began washing Emma. "You've been so good tonight. You're a woman now so I think I'll wash you tonight but tomorrow and after this it's your job to be washing me up. That's what a good slut does. You're the woman of the house; the slut and a whore so this is what would make me happy." Raven smiled softly as he led Emma under the stream of warm water to rinse off then he washed her hair before getting himself cleaned up. Turning off the water he led the two of them out and towel dried them both off.

"Now tonight we're going to have a good sleep but tomorrow morning, and every other morning afterward I expect you to wake me up with your mouth around my cock alright Emma?" She looked at him a bit confused at first and he told her to kneel down before him and open her mouth. As she did, he twined his fingers in her hair and pulled her close as he shoved his cock in her mouth. "Close your mouth Emma and start sucking." Raven began instructing Emma on the proper ways to give a blow job. Reminding her how he had shown her earlier to touch his ball sac and girth as she stroked him with both her mouth and hands. In no time he was once more fully erect and panting out her name before cumming in her mouth. "Fuck babe... You sure are a natural at this." Raven smirked at Emma as he helped her up.

"Now that's how I want you to wake me up every morning. Understood?" Going over to the sink he brushed out her hair for her then brushed his own hair and teeth.

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Emma followed him into the shower with him, closing the door behind her. She hadn't ever showered with another person and it was interesting, though she felt that she was going to enjoy it, feeling him start to wash her body. "Okay Daddy, I'll do what ever a good slut does..." she said, not having a problem with being in charge of washing him, she wanted to wash him, though she enjoyed having him wash her as well. It was nice, feeling him run the lathered wash cloth around her body and then putting her under the water to rinse off, even washing her hair. She felt like she was being pampered. When they were finished she stepped out of the shower with him and dried off, figuring that now they would be going to bed.

Emma looked confused when he told her the next thing that was expected of her, that she was supposed to wake him up each morning with her mouth around his cock. But of course, he was going to show her what he meant and so she got down onto her knees in front of him like he said and she opened her mouth. She was surprised when he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her forward, his cock pushing into her mouth. She then closed her mouth and sucked, listening to him as he instructed her on how to give a blow job. She sucked and used her tongue on the sensitive parts of his cock while it was in her mouth, bobbing her head slightly. Throughout it all she constantly looked up at him to make sure she was doing it right, her hands touching his ball sac and the part of his cock that wasn't in his mouth, sucking and stroking him. He finished in her mouth and she automatically swallowed it, though she didn't seem to fond of the taste, making a face as she felt the taste of his cum coating her tongue. It was different... not exactly something she liked, but she would do anything for him, even if it meant tasting his cum.

Emma stood up, happy to see that he was pleased. "Yes Daddy, I'll wake you up like that every morning." she said, nodding her head. If it would make his day start even better then of course she would do it! Emma enjoyed having him brush her hair and then after he was done she brushed her teeth as well, wanting to get the taste out of her mouth as well as be nice and clean. After that she felt ready to go to bed, feeling exhausted after the long day.

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Seeing the pleasure that Emma had gotten from him washing her up, Raven figured it would take very little praise to get his daughter to do as he wished. It seemed like whatever he wanted her to do, she would be in absolute agreement to do simply because it would please him. Furthermore, Emma seemed so willing so show her father how much she loved him that she would go to even more extreme measures to let him do so. That even meant waking him up in the morning by giving him a blow job and eating his seed for a before breakfast meal.

As the two went to bed, Raven curled himself around Emma before pulling the bedding up around their bodies. His arms encircled her waist and pulled her back against his naked form as his cock nestled between the back of her thighs. It was the first time since his wife ha died that Raven had a female in his bed and now Emma was there taking the place. A smile grew on Raven's face as he whispered into Emma's ear. "This is exactly where my whorish slut belongs. Cradled in her father's arms. Although you're not my daughter anymore or a girl. You're a woman and my slut... you're my wife now that I've collared you and you do all the things that a slutty whorish wife would do."

Raven's arm continued to stay locked around Emma's waist as his eyes drifted closed and he yawned sleepily. Yet his other hand drifted up while he began to fall asleep and cupped one of Emma's breasts. Instinctively he began playing with her hard nipple in his sleep as his cock stayed semi-erect throughout the night.

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Emma got into bed with him, feeling very comforted as her father seemed to curl around her, pulling the blankets to cover them before his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him. She could feel his cock between the back of her thighs but it didn't seem to bother her, she felt warm and cozy and she decided already that she would prefer this much more than sleeping in her own bed, even with the morning blow jobs that she was expected to give. That wasn't so bad, not when he enjoyed it, and she wanted to make him feel good so she felt that she had very little to complain about.

She relaxed in his arms, closing her eyes. She smiled when he whispered in her ear, though when he said that she was his wife she felt surprised for a moment. He had said that she was his whore and his woman and slut, but not his wife. Was that what a wife was? She didn't want to seem stupid so she didn't say anything about it, but she felt pleased. She hadn't known that wearing a collar was part of being a wife, but she couldn't really remember when her mother was alive so maybe that had been what it was like and now she was taking her mothers place. She felt like she belonged here at least and she closed her eyes, quickly falling asleep, not stirring even when he cupped her breast and played with her nipple.

Emma woke up the next morning before him, laying there for a few moments before she remembered that she should wake him up in the way that he had showed her, this was about the time that he would get up after all. Slowly she stirred, pulling the blanket back so that she could see his cock. She was hardly awake herself but she was afraid that if she waited he would wake up before she got the chance to wake him up how she was supposed to. Emma looked up at him, touching his cock and gently stroking him before she moved her head down and took his cock into her mouth, sucking on his cock and remembered everything he had told her the night before, hoping that she would do a good job and he would like it.


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Vroskit gave the smallest of dark chuckles as he watched Corey take his own load, an expression of deep amusement applied lightly to his features. The scent of the human's cum was think and fresh to his sensitive nose, and though he wanted a taste, he would wait. Corey was all his, after all; he had all the time he could ask for. There would never be an interruption, nor a time when he would ever even be apart from his new apprentice. The mortal was tied to him, both in flesh and spirit. The sudden reaction of the human made him burst out in good-humored laughter. He watched Corey scramble to the fire with his hand, and he wondered if it would be tossed into the flames. It amused him to think of Corey doing such a thing when the act would cause him horrible pain and would do nothing to the hand itself. He was a little disappointed that Corey had spit, but he expected no less; the human was still weak and terribly untrained.

After a few moments of the mortal's sitting, the devil stepped toward him, the soles of his shoes tapping against the wood floor with ominous thumps. He crouched beside Corey, angled toward him with his knees enclosing on his apprentice's personal space around his head. As he let the joints fall forward to touch the ground, they came to a stop just above shoulder level. He reached a slender hand toward Corey's form, and what was left of his clothing ignited and turned to ash in a moment, licked away into the air immediately to leave him clean of the soot; if one had blinked, he would've missed the event. The hand closed the distance to the edge of Corey's ribcage, then slid down toward his hips. He hummed softly as he thought. As he touched him, he left Corey's body paralyzed from the neck down, having no desire to deal with the human's struggling, at the moment. His free hand also moved to touch at Corey's flesh, though at his neck, instead.

His fabricked fingers caressed his throat and the muscles, there. When he pulled away, a thick, heavy band of metal snaked from smoke to wrap tightly around the human's neck, fitting to keep his head tilted just a bit more than what was comfortable to look at someone at eye-level. Many thick spikes slowly raised on the inside to press deep into the meat; even without the paralysis, he'd have extremely limited use of his neck. The metal itself was black and rusted, and the spikes within would undoubted scratch and tear every time a muscle was dragged along one. Satisfied, Vroskit leaned to get a better look at the man's cock. He rolled Corey onto his back and spread his legs as wide as they would go; with the flexibility, they easily laid against the floor, exposing far more than what he was positive Corey would be comfortable with. He reached between the limbs and touched delicately at the ring, then slid his fingers upward until he could grasp both his cock and balls together. He curved down until he could bring Corey's precious mortal cock head into his mouth. It was at this point that Corey would finger himself of his own control, once more.

Razor-sharp teeth pierced through flesh and the devil moaned as the man bled, suckling at the remnants of cum and the everlasting flow of blood until his taste was sated; though Corey would certainly feel the pain, he was forced to feel incredible pleasure wherever the devil's oral bits touched. The cock still bled when he pulled back, and he decided to lick at the slit, to watch the man react without forcing the member to swell directly; he found such things incredibly amusing, especially when his victims knew it was of their own accord. Of course, if Corey resisted, he would just have to try harder...

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The sound of Vroskit's approach did not escape the defeated heap by the fire, and the closer the noise got the more Corey's body tensed. Not a moment's peace could be earned. One horrid thing after another seemed to be happening and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. He flinched at Vroskit's touch, and when his clothes disappeared he curled into a fetal position, his eyes still pressed closed as he shook in fear.

But his body suddenly relaxed, and Corey realized he couldn't move. He did try, his mind urging his muscles uselessly while Vroskit's hands ventured toward his neck. All he could do was lay there in horrified apprehension. At this point any attention was to be feared and his newfound paralysis only left him dwelling deeply on the utter and inescapable helplessness that had become his life.

He gasped as the cold metal contoured his neck, holding his breath when the rusty spikes pressed inward. He had no idea when they might stop and a big part of him thought he might meet his end right there. Another more frightening part of him wished for it. He couldn't look down to see what Vroskit would do, and he was grateful. His molestation was not a surprise no matter how much he hated it, but the sudden unbearable pain caught him completely off guard.

His inhuman flexibility caused his body to contort, and as Corey screamed out, his back arched and bent in impossible ways, his vocalizations sounding strangely similar to moans. The deep pain and intense pleasure was unbearable, worse of all being the sensation of blood pulsing from his damaged cock. It worsened as he started to become slightly erect. He was too exhausted and in far too much pain to be truly turned on, but the beginnings of arousal were sneaking through him.

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Vroskit hummed his disappointment as he realized his apprentice wasn't going to arouse so easily. The endless stream of blood spilling from Corey's wounded member did make for a pretty sight, however, and he wondered what it might look like if it were full and firm.

He gave a wicked, bloodied grin as his fingers trailed along the inside of Corey's thigh, each long, slow stroke of his digits sending waves of adrenaline and pure energy through him. He glanced back toward the human's face, having to look below his body and through his legs to see it. He wondered, suddenly, if the man would willingly suck his own cock if he had lost his arms and legs... but, such punishments (or delicious rewards, depending on Corey's future) would have to be given accordingly. For now, he focused on the task at hand.

"Corey," he spoke quietly as the adrenaline struck through the man's body like lightning and the exhaustion was drained. "Though I have as much time as we require, I'd prefer not to spend eternity making you cooperate." Of course, human or not, the man wasn't allowed a moment of rest; Vroskit would wake him this one time as it was necessary to his plan, but Corey would be expected to comply from then on. Perhaps, when Vroskit finally did get to teaching Corey 'magic', he could learn a few things to keep himself awake.

As his fingers continued to electrify Corey with energy, he resumed his sensual ministrations, licking at the man's cock with his utterly pleasing orifice. He occasionally sucked at the wounds and lapped at the blood-flow, but otherwise kept to Corey's head and slit. His apprentice would, once again, find it impossible to cum, as such a thing would ruin the entire point of this little act.

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There was a sharp breath at Vroskit's touch, and Corey's back arched at the sudden revitalization. It was startling to have such energy rush through him when just a moment before he had been so thoroughly exhausted, and he muttered his surprise without truly knowing his actions, "What..." Meaning formed into words, and though it had happened involuntarily the capability to speak was there. But with such knowledge came the realization that he should choose his words carefully, so he kept his mouth shut and listened to the words offered to him. Perhaps he could learn at a decent pace after all.

But how could he possibly cooperate? He had no say or power in anything that was happening to him so how could he possibly be doing wrong? He had been exhausted by the string of traumatic abuse and molestation he had been subjected to, and that was Vroskit's doing, not his. Corey kept his arguments to himself, his mind racing to find what he could possibly do to make his life easier or less painful. He sincerely doubted that Vroskit had any inclinations toward granting him either, but he needed to try. Pleasure seemed to be his only escape, and arousal was what his master clearly wanted, so Corey attempted to push his mind past the pain or somehow feel pleasure through it, an easier task than he could have imagined given the way that tongue caressed his bleeding cock. "Sorry."

He surrendered, giving in to the realization that this feeling was the only thing he had left. If he didn't learn to love it he would go insane with despair and agony, and it was a thought that Corey couldn't bare. His opened the his legs wide and pressed his hips upward only slightly, participating without shoving his cock into Vroskit's mouth. He knew at least enough about sex to be aware that such actions were reserved for those in control. His back arched yet again, little drops of blood dripping from his neck as the collar tore at his flesh from the movement. Subtle moans escaped as he hardened to his master's touch, and he fought the urge to reach out and grasp something. He wanted to look down, to watch, but the wide metal band kept him from seeing down his body, and all he could do was stare at what was above him.

If there was anything that could sate this pain and truly allow pleasure to take hold it was right above him. Corey wondered if he'd be allowed to taste something so incredible again, and his hand raised instinctively to free the sizable cock from its fabric holds. He stopped himself. Was he allowed? The hand hovered between them, the memory of what it had been like to choke on the thing somehow absent when the promise of such nectar was hovering just barely out of reach. "Vroskit..." He swallowed nervously, the act of speaking to this man no longer as carefree as it once had been, "May I... please you?" His hand steadied near the zipper, his intentions clear as he awaited his response, or his punishment.

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Vroskit was quite pleased; his apprentice was doing quite well, he thought. He'd been slow, at first, but he was certainly making up for it, here. He could sense him giving in before the human's hand came up between his legs, but it certainly wouldn't stop his own, terribly pleasing touches. He continued his laps and suckles, humming his praise for Corey's spreading knees. He was a little surprised that the mortal gave in to him so easily, though a quick reminder of the man's simplicity justified it; it amused him to realize the human had become infatuated with his cock so quickly. He offered a soft nip and another, almost teasing lick to the already glistening shaft.

He chuckled as he considered Corey's request, his gloved fingers idly toying with the cock he stared at; it was almost hard enough, just a little more. He had a better idea than to simply let him have what he wanted, of course. He found it absolutely amusing to make Corey choose between one good thing and another, and this time he wondered which Corey would think was more important. His tongue pressed momentarily into the slit of Corey's cock, then he spoke with a grin that reached his tone.

"Would you rather have my cock or your hand, Corey," he casually drew his apprentice's cock-head into his mouth and sucked, his tongue lapping a the delicious bits of precum that his extreme oral pleasure assured him. Then he drew back to make a small, but important addition. "Five seconds." He suckled as he waited for Corey's answer, positive that he'd take far too long, as usual, and he'd be allowed to punish him a little further.

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Corey's hand clenched at the subtle way he was nipped and toyed with. He closed his eyes, soft noises escaping his lips as he hardened a little more with each touch. Suddenly a slightly stronger moan escaped, and he had to hush himself to hear what was said to him. Corey was truly Vroskit's play thing, and the way the powerful man seemed to take his time and enjoy every little trial and touch paid strong testament to that. Now he was faced with another ultimatum. If he hadn't been busy stifling his moans he might have let out disgruntled groan, but the offer was good.

This time Corey was not so aroused that he could not think of what he wanted. His decision was easy, though not exactly fun, and his damaged arm lifted in response to the offer. "Hand." The sudden time constraint caused him to blurt the word out, and catching himself he decided to reword his request more politely, "Please... my hand is... please..." The thought that his hand was sitting detached from his body only a few inches from him was too disturbing to put into words. The whole experience, everything he had done was so horrifying that he couldn't really face it, so once he spoke he relaxed his body and attempted to focus on the idea of being comparatively whole. His eye was still gone, but his mind tried to run from such thoughts as quickly as they came, though the attempt proved to be uncomfortably futile.

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Vroskit hummed; the tone was flat, masking the disappointment on a number of levels. Corey was learning far too fast and he was quickly losing interest in the man. He considered the request and pulled his mouth away from Corey's cock; he forced the member to become painfully aroused, very suddenly and without any hint of possible release. He had no patience left and wanted to move on. Just as the collar around his neck, a small, thick band of metal wrapped around the base of Corey's cock, tightening mercilessly to hold the flesh at attention. From the interior grew tiny spikes, piercing deep into the tissue, nearly to it's center; there was no way it could be removed without the help of magic.

Vroskit delicately wiped at his mouth with his fingertips as he sat up, then gracefully stood and turned to his ward, gazing down at him with distaste. His stare turned to the severed hand and he lightly kicked it over, the movement throwing it up to land perfectly at the end of the burnt stub. The devil didn't bother allowing relief to the human as the flesh healed, blood once more flowing through the brutal tear at his wrist. Tendons reached out toward his hand, attaching themselves before drawing the appendage back toward it. The end result was seamless and his sensitivity was returned to normal; aside from his missing eye, Corey was entirely whole, again.

It was a rather boring sight, but such things could easily be fixed the next time Corey misbehaved.

The devil sighed heavily and turned away, stepping toward the door. He pushed Corey to his feet with a cloud of black smoke, which proceeded to nudge him after his Master. Vroskit left him naked and had no intention of clothing him; there was no need for such modesty, now. He opened the door, the world outside a shadowy haze for the human's eye, as if he were stepping into the spirit world, itself. Time seemed to have paused, made obvious by the falling leaves stilled in the air and the path Vroskit made through the light drizzle of an oncoming storm. The devil looked over his shoulder to be sure Corey was following, his hands idly fixing the collar of his shirt, as if he were preparing to see someone important, or at least make a good impression.

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Corey held his breath as he waited for a response, and the one he got was eerily unrevealing---until he suddenly found himself hard as hell. He gasped heavily at the sensation, feeling as if he might cum right there yet there was no such release and he whined in protest of his unsated need. The slave quieted at the sensation of something wrapping itself around his erection, the cold width of it reminding him horrifyingly of the metal at his neck. When pain shot through he once again found his body contorting in odd uncontrolled forms, tears streaming down his cheeks as he yelled out is absolute agony.

He squirmed and writhed, barely aware of Vroskit until Corey's hand was suddenly attaching itself once more to his wrist. He could feel it all, every joined tendon and vein, the reach of skin and the sharp excruciating sensation of nerves communicating once more. It hurt and it itched and in a panic he wondered just what was happening until everything balanced out. Panting he opened and closed his fist as he noticed that his wrist looked and felt completely normal. It was if it had never been removed. Despite all the pain he still felt and the horrors he had endured he wiped his eyes ans marveled at the sight. It was a truly remarkable feat, and Corey was humbled before it. Even when lifted and instructed to follow he thought about just how powerful Vroskit really was.

But outside it was strangely dark, the world barely visible to his one eye, and the fog he saw there seemed somehow unnatural. Corey emerged naked from his little hut, stepping cautiously out into the cold wet night. Several paces behind his master he stopped suddenly, a shape emerging from the fog and darkness right in front of him. It was a leaf. It was just... floating there. His arm rose to pick it out the air and it hit droplets of water as it moved, and Corey realized that he hadn't been walking through the rain, he'd been walking into it. He had strayed from Vroskit's path and in doing so had walked into the stilled rain. Each droplet and dander of nearby trees was frozen before him, there for him to pluck from time. No wonder the forest was so silent, the air so still. Brushing the leaf aside Corey attempted to realign his path with his master's, little drops of water touching his skin as he walked. On touched the metal that had taken hold of his hardened member and he gasped as cold shot through him, nearly falling from the shock. With a whine he covered himself as he walked forward, his eyes meeting Vroskit's as he centered himself. "What are you?" He hadn't had the opportunity to ask before, and as he followed the creature into the darkness now seemed the perfect time.

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Vroskit stopped as the words of Corey's question touched his ears. He always wondered, vaguely, How long it would take his slaves---or, in Corey's case, apprentice---to ask for details; still, he found himself always pondering over just what to tell them. Lying was endlessly fun, of course, especially when the lie changed every time he was asked or poked at, but sometimes the truth was just as entertaining. A slow smile touched his lips, but steered clear of his dark, almost empty gaze.

The devil considered his options for a few moments. With a slave, lying had no repercussions. It didn't matter if he was trusted in such cases. With Corey---an apprentice---it was different. He had to be trusted and trained. Learning was important, and learning correctly would prove critical. If he based things on lies so early he'd be building on a weak foundation, which could result in his own demise. He'd be honest.

"...a devil," he spoke, eyeing his ward for a moment before he continued, "...a God, even." His smile strengthened a bit, amused with the idea. Truthful as it was, it was something hard to believe. There was much for Corey to learn. He turned to continue making his path through the droplets as he spoke, hands folding behind his back.

"I preside over what you might know as 'Hell'." He let that settle in for a moment. "...I torture souls who've promised themselves to me, and those whom simply 'deserve' it." A dark titter spilled from his lips. He hoped Corey realized that he had, in fact, promised himself; he certainly wasn't the first to ask for a Master of his kind, though it was rare he should ask under such 'innocent' circumstances. Vroskit did dearly love the innocents. "I do hope you're not afraid of death, my Apprentice..."

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Staring back as Corey waited for an answer was not only awkward, but rather terrifying. He simply didn't know what Vroskit's gaze meant---if it pondered truths or punishments or far too much of both. Without realizing he held his breath in wait, his gaze widening at the first word he heard. "Devil and God are not the same!" He had been raised to believe certain things, and his words seemed to fly so heavily in the face of it all that he was jolted back to being his usual unthinking self.

And Corey knew of hell. Hell was a place reserved for those who had done horrible things, unleashed great evil upon the world and those they loved and had become evil themselves. Only such vile creatures could exist and live there, and Vroskit was definitely one of them. Vroskit belonged in hell. Corey never should have summoned him, but he had. The evil thing was here torturing him, and perhaps he deserved it. To free this devil into the world was a cruel betrayal to all who presided in it. The poor fool was too busy cursing himself for all of this to hear a history lessen he already felt he knew.

But the word death stuck out in his mind. "Not terribly." It had been a flippant comment said before thinking, but all that had been uttered was beginning to fall heavily into place. If Vroskit really was the devil that ruled hell---but the thought was too horrid to complete. His stomach clenched at the thought, and suddenly he stepped back, hands still covering his shame as he shook his head, "Wait. When I die..." It was difficult to finish the question. He swallowed and forced the words, telling himself that he must have been wrong, "It won't stop will it?" His voice choked. Vroskit was not going to let him go or even allow him to think that there would be any salvation in death.

So he ran. Into the blackness, that strange dark haze that seemed blanketed over the night, Corey attempted to disappear. There was no rationale behind it, no thought or even hope. He knew it must have been fruitless because time was frozen, and he had no idea if he was even still in his own world or if Vroskit had somehow eased him out. He just ran. Corey could not spend eternity in the agony he had experienced this night.

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Vroskit had dearly hoped Corey wouldn't run, but as Corey continued to react to each of his statements, he could sense the urge rising, even if the human didn't feel it himself. Though he sighed when his captive took off, he was in no obvious rush to catch him. He stopped and rolled his head in Corey's direction. He let Corey run, his world indeed growing black on all sides until it completely engulfed him, leaving him utterly blind. The grass beneath his feet disappeared, replaced by the sensation of a smooth, fleshy substance.

It was the collar that stopped him, the collar that was embedded into the meat of his neck. It jerked back, then lifted him from the ground until only the very tips of his biggest toes were able to touch it. The devil stepped from the darkness, his pale skin glowing in the blackness, offering the only light. He stared up at the man, his smile polite as his eyes held a mixture of hunger and disappointment.

"You're correct, Corey. You'll never escape me. You can run as far as your feet are willing to carry you, but you'll never be free of me." His eyes then dropped to Corey's feet, hardly any hesitation in his voice. "Speaking of which..." He hummed thoughtfully, then stepped to Corey's side, leaning to lift the human's foot much like one would a horse. He ran a gloved hand across the sole, then over the face until he could wrap his fingers around the ankle. "...I think it'd be much less a hassle if you couldn't run, hm?"

There was a deafening snap as he broke Corey's leg just above his ankle, causing bone to splinter through skin. Vroskit stood properly, then, and fixed his suit as he stepped back around to Corey's front. He glanced over his captive, gave a thoughtful hum, then finally dropped him back to the fleshy ground. "If you can manage to keep up with me, I'll consider fixing that for you when we reach our destination. Until then..." He chuckled and turned gracefully away from him. As he walked, the collar tugged and twisted around Corey's neck, Vroskit's way of 'subtly' provoking him into following.

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The darkness enveloped him so quickly that his panic only compounded. It didn't feel as if Corey had walked into it, the strange world had chased him down, captured him and swallowed him whole. It didn't help that the very ground beneath him had grown soft and so eerily flesh-like. Despair seemed to have consumed him completely, and though he only ran more quickly he felt what little hope he had begin to falter.

Though the steel had been warmed by his skin that did not change the way it tore as it lifted. He was pressing his toes to the ground, trying desperately to ease the pain but the collar did not lower him, and the more he struggled the more his efforts caused the hard spikes to rip at his throat. In the strange blackness there was only pain. Pain, and the devil that closed in with such frightening calm like a shining beacon of utter hopelessness. The confirmation was no surprise. Corey had been his own undoing, and now he would suffer the consequences. He felt he might have deserved some ill but this was too much. An eternity of pain was not a concept he could wrap his mind around.

He couldn't exactly turn to see what Vroskit was doing but he felt it soon enough. Pain shot through him at the sickening sensation of bone snapping apart. He was afraid to look at it or even touch it, and when he dropped to the floor there was no desire to move. It would only hurt more, he was sure of it. He wasn't aware of how pale he was or the way his body shivered, but the collar moving once more caught his attention. Grudgingly he crawled forward, whining every time the affected leg was moved. He barely understood what the devil had said, but he still he continued, the concept of pressing forward the only concept that could command his focus.


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Dr. Isaac Elliot sat at his desk, staring at all the applications he had to look through for an available and suitable test subject. His work was too important to being left up to college age meat heads who do nothing but drink and slip through their classes by a hair. He couldn't believe he had to subject himself to such conditions. This was a delicate process, and a more general population would have been perfectly suited to finding the appropriate subject. His granters had other ideas though, and they demanded that the test pool be taken from the university. Isaac's hands were tied in that manner, so he continued flipping through files.

"No," he said quietly as he tossed another file in the trash. "No," he said again, tossing another. That continued for another five minutes before the phone on his desk buzzed. Dr. Elliot sighed and pressed the receive button. "Yes?" The secretary outside informed him of a young man wishing to apply for the medical research testing subject. "Fine, fine, send him in," Isaac said as he pushed the end button on the device.

He would hear the door open a few moments later, and when he looked up, he would see a handsome young man walk in. Isaac gave him a once over to see if he met the simplest of criteria. Male, obviously. Young. Looked to be fit and in good health. A more in depth interview would need to be done, and as this young man was the only subject to come in person, Dr. Elliot did not see why he couldn't set the files aside and conduct it at that moment. "Come in, please sit down," he said gesturing to one of the chairs in front of his paper cluttered desk.

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Evan tapped his foot impatiently on the floor as he waited for the door to be opened, trying not to give off the air of someone desperate for money as he was; he had no idea of the kind of thing he would have to do, and didn't want to risk loosing the deal simply because he looked somewhat on edge. "Calm down, man. It'll be fine." He muttered to himself, trying to guess what the worst case scenario would be. Jacking off in a cup and handing it to some old doctor would be quite embarrassing, but hardly terrible; yes. Things would be fine and he'd have the money in a matter of hours. That would finally shut the landlord up.

He blinked and ran a hand through short black hair as he stepped inside, somewhat surprised at the secretary. The young man calmed slightly, the sense that this was a quality establishment only growing as he gazed idly around the smart interior before he was directed to another door opposite the main entrance, clicking his tongue with a small nod and stepping inside. "Hello?" He hadn't thought to knock and cursed himself; there went one point for politeness and judging by the vast number of papers on the desk, he was one of many applicants. Apparently everyone needed quick cash. Great.

"Oh, yeah... I came because of the ad." He announced, probably pointlessly. "Name's Evan Chambers." He slipped into the chair offered and looked with somewhat wide eyes at the number of applicants, and with even wider eyes at the number of applicants discarded. Clearly this doctor was picky. He cleared his throat and leaned forward; looking interested was always good, right? "I heard about this medical research and thought I'd drop by in person. Hope that's not against policy or something." He was rambling and abruptly shut himself up, folding his arms across a toned chest as he waited for the other man to speak.

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Isaac simply nodded to the young man's statement that he'd seen the ad. That much was obvious, so he didn't dignify it with an answer. Again, Isaac nodded to his name. An insignificant detail that would be put on paper later. Not really anything to worry about. What he really wanted to know was the young man in good health and would he be a perfect candidate for his laboratory testing. "Not at all. I rather like those who are proactive," Dr. Elliot said as he leaned forward slightly. He threaded his fingers together, steepling his arms as he leaned on the desk. The man looked over Evan with an appraising look. So far, he had passed all visual examinations. There needed to be a more in-depth exam.

"I have to admit that you, so far, the only candidate that has met most of my standards. I am afraid, however, that to move further, you must consent to a physical exam. Upon meeting the criteria I am looking for with that exam, you will be accepted into my study as the test subject, and we can move forward from there," Dr. Elliot explained, reaching for a folder from a stack at the corner of his desk. He flipped it open and slid it to the edge of his desk for Evan.

"What I need is for you to fill out these forms. The first is a standard information sheet, name, age, gender, all of that stuff. The next is a short questionnaire about a few of your personal habits. As the ad suggested, I am researching the human male reproductive system. The questions are in regard to your personal activities dealing with sex, sexual desire, sex drive, and private habits dealing with such things. The third form is a consent form for a physical exam. It explains that I will perform standard medical procedures and examinations to determine if you meet the criteria I am looking for. The fourth form is an ethical disclosure form. It explains that I have explained the procedures that will occur during the actual study. You can go ahead and sign that form too even though you may not qualify, you can still get it out of the way right now so we don't have to spend all day doing paperwork," Isaac finished and handed a pen to Evan.

The man leaned back and allowed the young male to fill out the paper work, and in the meantime, Dr. Elliot continued to screen the files of other applicants. All of which would be joining the rest in the trash. He was sure Evan would be perfect for the study, but he couldn't let the young man on to that fact. He had to keep a professional composure and maintain the role of the trained medical researcher rather than become elated at the fact that he will be able to finally use the procedures, test the chemicals, and test the prototype equipment he had been working on for years.

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It was more than a little nerve-wracking; sitting across from the rather stern-looking man. Evan felt as though he were at a job interview rather than a voluntary study, but then, considering what was at stake, the whole affair might as well have been a job. He needed this money badly and couldn't afford to slip-up; what would a few white lies in a questionnaire be if it meant he was successful? It would be fine. He cleared his throat and placed a small smile on his features with a small nod as the doctor stated he approved of his coming in; a good start if nothing else, and the young man blinked down at the numerous form slid across to him.

Questionnaire, consent forms. It was all perfectly normal but he had to suppress a small coughing fit as the nature of the study was revealed to him; the message had neglected to inform him of the apparently sexual nature of the tests, but then Evan was a fine young man and had nothing to be embarrassed about. Granted, it would be awkward having a man examine him, but he'd done it before in medicals. "Okay, sounds good." He stated firmly, nodding as he first moved to the questionnaire, flicking it open and beginning to run through the simple questions. They were normal; age, weight, medical problems, dietary practices and so on, and of course there were sexual questions inside too.

Part of Evan was a little worried about how much he should share, but decided that he would offer everything; he needed to stand out after all. He answered honestly to everything; number of sexual partners, safe-sex practices, general sexual habits... it was a little embarrassing, but he kept his flush at bay, eventually sliding the pages back towards Isaac. "Done." He muttered, then taking the two consensual forms and swiftly signing them, adding the date without bothering to go over the contracts in detail; who did? Satisfied that everything had been done, Evan leaned back, feeling slightly more relaxed.

"Okay, so... do we do the examination here? Or...?" He gestured around, wondering if there was a more private room for it to begin, tilting his head to one side.

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Isaac gave the merest hint of a smile when the forms were slid back toward him in full completeness. He took little time to scan over them, choosing to straighten them into a neat pile and close the folder to sit idle in front of him. He steepled his hands again, looking over them and his desk toward Evan. His eyes surveyed the young male for a moment without words as if the doctor was taking one final consideration. Two fingers from his threaded digits pointed toward the door Evan had entered through.

"I have a laboratory on this same floor. All testing and examination will occur in that area. If you will follow me, we can get the initial examination started," he explained and pulled his hands free to push the arms of the chair to help himself up to his feet. The man was tall now that his full height could be seen. He stood about 6'3 tall with a slim form though his upper body showed signs of a 'V' shape giving away that a scrawny scientist he was not. He gestured for Evan to follow, stopping at a coat rack by the door to pull his white lab coat off and slip it over his body. The embroidery at the right breast area of the jacket read 'Dr. Isaac Elliot M.D., Ph.D.' in black lettering.

He moved to the door, turning the handle to open it and gesture again for Evan to step out before him. When they had both entered the waiting room where his secretary was just packing up for the day, he nodded to her and led Evan to the outer door to the hallway. It was a short distance to the end of the hall to a door which read 'Laboratory 1' on the front. He pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door and stepped inside. Flicking on the light once inside, the buzz of electricity came to life to reveal a sterile room full of drawers, cabinets, a medical exam table, and many different apparatuses. A tray was set up next to the exam table with various tools, some of which were recognizable like the stethoscope, reflex hammer, and tongue depressor.

Isaac stepped over to the exam table after closing the door and turned to Evan. "I will need to you strip completely out of your clothes. You may set them on the counter next to the table. After that, please sit on the exam table here," he said pointing to the table before he shifted the back to allow for a back rest, pulled out a step so Evan could climb up to it, and then took the stethoscope and hung it around his neck. His eyes then watched eerily as the boy disrobed as if he were already under examination.

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Evan lifted a hand to nervously rub over the well-groomed facial hair upon his jawline out of habit as he watched the man look over the forms he had offered; hopefully they wouldn't shoot him down right then and there, and judging by how the doctor simply filed them neatly on the desk, they couldn't have been too bad. He blinked and glanced over his shoulder at the indicated door, arching an eyebrow at the sudden thought that he would be examined in the waiting room; a foolish idea that his mind leapt on until Isaac elaborated.

"Oh, right. Okay." He nodded and moved to stand, furrowing his brow slightly as he discovered that he and the doctor were almost the same height; perhaps he was ever so slightly shorter, but no; he wouldn't acknowledge that. He stepped around the chair and edged towards the door, pausing to let Isaac tug on the usual lab coat whilst he peered closely at the name tag. Isaac. Rare name. When it was indicated that he should go first, he nodded and pushed the door open to see the secretary packing up, clearly at the end of her shift. He offered her a small wave as well as the doctor before he turned to the laboratory door and stepped inside.

He blinked quickly, the white and glittering silver somewhat blinding for a moment before he stepped further into the room and watched Isaac settle himself. "Mm hmm. Fine." Now the awkward part came; by no means was Evan embarrassed by his body; he was well-toned, athletic, but it would always be a little awkward to undress in such a setting... especially with the sharp eyes watching him so intently already. Evan coughed as he tugged his shirt up and over his head, his torso being revealed to be muscled and firm, but not overly so; he was an avid runner and it certainly showed.

Next, he slipped out of his shoes and socks, placing them by the shelf he deposited his shirt on before tugging down his pants and underwear in one quick motion, clearing his throat slightly. No point in delaying the inevitable, and now that he was fully bared it didn't seem quite so bad. He made his way to the examination table, slightly chilly in the sterile room before he sat and crossed his legs. "So... do you need me to stand or lay down, or...?" He'd do whatever he was told; everything seemed normal currently.

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Isaac's icy blue eyes never left Evan's form. He scanned over each bit of flesh revealed, and the man was more pleased with his specimen than he had hoped to be. Evan was fit and toned though not overly muscular. Probably a runner, if he had to wager a guess. It seemed the young man was either eager to bare himself or not willing to allow himself to be distracted by the awkwardness that sometimes crept into situations as these. Isaac never felt it. To him, it was for the cause of research, so he never found nudity between he and his patients or specimens to be awkward or embarrassing.

The doctor took a moment to examine Evan's groin from afar. It looked normal which was splendid. Nothing out of the ordinary, and the man looked forward to further examination. He gestured to the table before speaking, "Sitting is fine. I will need to run through some standard procedures," he said as he waited for Evan to climb onto the table. Once the young man was seated, Isaac took the stethoscope in his hand and placed the earpieces appropriately. He rubbed the diaphragm against his hand to warm it slightly before placing it just above Evan's heart. He listened to the sound of the beating for a few moments before moving it over Evan's left lung at the top. "Breath deeply please," he said as he listened to the young man's breathing. He did this several more times in both front and back of the student's torso until he was satisfied that everything was normal.

Isaac pulled the stethoscope from his ears and set it on the tray again before picking up the reflex hammer. "Relax your legs," he said and then tapped a few times on the side of each knee as well as the top, gauging the reflex of Evan's body. He decided everything was normal there as well before setting the hammer back with the other tools. The doctor then walked to a nearby sink to wash his hands for a few moments before he dried them with a disposable paper towel and walked back to the tray. He picked up two blue latex gloves and slipped them on his hands with the signature quiet snap of the material against his wrists. Isaac picked up the tongue depressor then before turning to Evan. "Open your mouth and say 'ah,'" he requested before picking up the otolite tool to illuminate the back of Evan's throat.

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Everything about Evan was perfectly healthy, perhaps a little above average due to his healthy lifestyle. Certainly he was a prime candidate for any medical testing and the longer he sat, the less anxious he became; Isaac looked at him with purely professional eyes (or so he thought) and as such there was nothing to be embarrassed about. They were both men after all. "I'll do my best." He said lightly, sitting up slightly straighter as the doctor moved closer to him to begin the tests, unconsciously giving a clearer view of his groin.

His stomach tensed slightly, muscles visibly shifting as the slightly cool stethoscope pressed against his chest, breathing slowly for Isaac before he took a deep, slow breath as he was instructed to do so. He was attentive and leaned slightly against wherever the doctor wished to measure his heartbeat before that part seemed to be finished. "Relax?" He repeated, legs shuffling slightly to encourage it. They parted slightly to make it easier for the hammer to lightly be applied, the results being doubtlessly pleasing to the doctor and Evan sighed softly once the reflex testing was done, resting his hands lightly on his thighs.

"Ahh..." He parted his lips wide and 'ahh'd' as he was told, feeling extremely foolish as he did such a thing; it was such a strange thing to do, but as with everything else, it was part of a basic examination. Once finished, he closed his mouth and licked his lips, looking curiously down at the instruments on the tray as he waited for what would happen next.

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Isaac checked Evan's throat, his nose, each ear, his eyes, and then moved on to further examination. He set his hands on either side of Evan's neck and felt for his glands all of which felt normal. Lifting first one then the other arm, he checked the glands there as well. His blue eyes looked up at Evan for a moment before he moved on. "Lean back and spread your legs please," he said before his right hand reached down and cupped the young man's balls in his hand. He let his thumb roll first one in his hand then the other, feeling each. Isaac looked back up at Evan again while still holding his tender balls. "Now turn your head and cough please," he instructed.

After he had determined that what he felt was normal, Isaac pulled his hand away. He reached for a small tube on the tray of tools before turning to Evan again. "I will need you to stand up and then turn around then bend over the exam table please," the doctor instructed before twisting the cap off of the gel lubricant. He waited for Evan to do as instructed before he wasted no time in swiping a dollop of the clear gel on his index fingers and rubbing it over Evan's tender entrance. "I will need to check your prostate now though unlike a normal prostate exam where I feel for the size and firmness of it, I will need to massage it to take a sample of fluid as well. It could take a few minutes, depending on how your body reacts to the stimulation. Becoming aroused during this exam is normal," Isaac instructed rather plainly before testing the resistance of Evan's entrance with his lubed finger.

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Everything was perfectly normal with Evan as the routine checks were made on his body. He remained still, moving whenever prompted and was clearly eager to move on to the actual tests themselves; this was all just preliminary examinations and he was still unsure whether he would pass it at all. "How's it looking?" He asked idly as he raised his arms to enable Isaac to further check his body, a small frown upon his features before he was told to lean back and part his legs. "E-Eh?" He scolded himself instantly for his reaction and slowly shifted back to give room for the doctor to grip his sac.

His hips jerked slightly and he swallowed thickly, reminding himself that this was all usual and common practice. He had no need to be embarrassed and Isaac wasn't staring or touching in any way that wasn't clinical. He turned and coughed lightly as he was told, his gaze raised up to the ceiling to try not to think about how another man was touching his body. It would be worth it; for medical science, for the money to afford his apartment. He had to get over himself. Thankfully the intimate examination didn't last too long and he shuffled slightly on the table, turning back to Isaac with a slight tilt of the head; the worst part was over and they could move on once again.

But no. Evan flinched slightly at the instruction to bend over, frowning deeply at the final step that had to be taken. He had wondered about such an examination, but to be presented with it was rather unpleasant. Still, he stood slowly and turned around to bend over the table, hands resting on the cool surface she waited, biting lightly upon his lower lip. No one had ever seen him in such a position and while he was glad of confidentiality it would still be somewhat embarrassing. "Right... just, ah... be quick, yeah?" He mumbled, a faint blush tinting his cheeks at the idea that he would become aroused by the process. At least it was normal according to the doctor; nothing to worry about...

He jumped slightly at the sudden coolness against his opening, glancing briefly back over his shoulder with a small sigh. He wasn't looking forward to the affair, but he did his best to relax; taking deep, steady breaths as he felt the finger press slightly against his body, gritting his teeth. He wouldn't make a sound... even if it did ache slightly painfully.

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Isaac pressed more firmly with his finger until the tip breached Evan's entrance. He very slowly sank his finger in to the knuckle, before speaking again to the young man. "This exam is not quick. As I said, it may take a few minutes for me to massage your prostate enough to produce a testable sample," the doctor said with a tone of finality in his voice. He let his fingers slip around with precision inside the young man. There was a long moment that passed before his finger stopped right on the nub inside that was Evan's prostate. Isaac's other hand reached between Evan's legs, taking his shaft in his hand to pull it down and hang between both his thighs.

"Relax now. It feels normal. I will need to begin massaging though," Isaac said as his finger now pressed a bit more firmly onto Evan's gland inside. He began to rub slowly, his finger moving slightly in and out of the young man's entrance. He kept checking Evan's penis for signs that fluid had begun to flow. Isaac would continue massaging until he saw the first sign of fluid production, at which point he would grab a small test tube from the tray and hold it at the end of Evan's cock to collect the fluid.

Isaac pressed a bit harder on the young man's prostate, massaging it more firmly as it did not seem to have the desired effect at his current method. "Do you get aroused often?" Isaac asked. "When you do get aroused, do you find yourself producing fluid like this without further coaxing as I am doing now?" The doctor asked in a purely professional tone.

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Evan grunted quietly as the finger penetrated the tight ring of muscle; the initial push was the worst bit however and there was only a dull ache as the digit slid slowly but purposefully inside until he felt the man's knuckle against his cheeks. It felt so very strange to have something inside and he forced his hips to remain still despite the urge to shift uncomfortably before Isaac spoke again, rather bluntly. "O-Oh... okay...". He stuttered slightly and grimaced. A few minutes? How long was that? He'd rather this part of his examination over quickly. "W-Well... do what you... got to do."

Whatever the young man expected to feel as the fingertip reached around and finally pressed against his prostate, it wasn't the sharp spike of pleasure rippling up his spine. It was all he could do to prevent a rather loud gasp of surprise, though his opening clenched slightly tighter around the invading finger. "Nngh..." It was embarrassing; more so as he felt the other hand reach between his thighs to direct his cock downwards to enable the sample be taken. He didn't want to feel arousal from such a clinical touch, but Isaac was nothing if not precise and every touch stimulated the bundle of nerves expertly, bringing a slight twitch to his hanging shaft.

"Mmn..." Evan closed his eyes and tried to focus very hard on the simple fact that he was standing with a man's finger where it shouldn't be; he had no business finding pleasure and yet Isaac had said that it was natural. It made him feel no better however and soft pants began to slip from between his lips as his cock twitched again, beginning to harden and leak small droplets into the test tube. "H-Huh?" The doctor wanted to talk now? Evan swallowed thickly and blinked, staring across at the sterile cupboards opposite in a vain effort to distract himself from what was happening.

"I-I don't know... erm... I-I just..." Christ, he had to get a hold of himself; he was only embarrassing himself further. He coughed and tried again. "I've n-never... done... what you're doing s-so it could be... adjusting...?" He had no idea and willed his body to just give what the doctor wanted; certainly he was aroused, his skin hot against the latex glove, but apparently he hadn't given enough. "Is there, uh... anything I can do to... help?" Or speed it along.


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Drawing on the knowledge of the deceased man, the demon knew for a fact that such a thing was considered quite perverse. Humans, especially woman, in this era were looked down upon if they had more than one lover. It was a strange little restriction they imposed on themselves---limiting themselves to only one lover. The demon did not understand it, nor did it really care.

"Do not worry, I am watching your progression soon you will be...." He paused for a moment, "What was that term? Slut? Yes soon you will be a slut as I awaken you more to your pleasures." That was the only answered he gave her as the golems continued to work her while the demon sat on his throne to watch: he could feel and taste everything.

The first golem between her legs kept working her. It tongue was stroking against her womanhood in light and deep strokes. The wet appendage soon pushed its way between her slicken folds and entered her---moving about. As the tongue savored her flavor and her texture the hands moved to her waist to hold her hips still as it worked. After moving and squirming about inside of her for some time, the tongue moved out. The taste of her lingering so beautifully on the tongue. The demon sitting on his throne could still taste it. Yet it was far from over. The golem's lips wrapped around her clit---the crux of her womanhood as it began to suckle that sensitive little bead of hers.

"Do you enjoy that?" He didn't need her to speak to know the answer "Do you like the idea of that? Making you into my personal little slut?" He already had made her into his personal slut, but perhaps she might enjoy the acceptance of it. According to what he learned, some human enjoyed the humiliation.

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Artemisia relaxed at his reassurance, which certainly gave no sign he was angry with her. She didn't want to make him angry---he might stop teaching her wonderful things. She squirmed and moaned in pleasure at the delicate sensations of the tongue stroking her womanhood. It was almost nothing like being fucked by the demon's cock, but just as pleasurable. Her hips gave another thrust as it slid slickly between her folds to enter her passage and she groaned with need.

With the golem's hands planted firmly on her waist, she found she couldn't really move at all. She was helpless. She was his to fuck however he wanted, whenever he wanted. She felt no shame---she had felt no shame about anything she had done in centuries---this was merely as it should be.

By the time the golem withdrew its tongue, she was panting and aching with need. Its tongue latched onto her clit and she cried out in shocked pleasure, whimpering and gasping. "Oh, yes," she moaned. "Please make me into your personal slut..." From the way she was writhing, begging made her even more aroused...

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The demon watched everything unfold, but his attention was taken away from the scene for a moment as their child floated over to him. It was bursting with a giddy happiness seeing its mother moan in such pleasure. The child was without years or knowledge, it only knew that its mother was happy so it was happy.

There was a moment of awkwardness as the demon wondered what he should do this child of his that looked at him so happily and playfully. The demon and his kind were not big on parenting so it was a little awkward. Well its mother was a bit occupied so he supposed he should do something. The demon held out his hand and created a small storm of glittery and sparkly particles. The child was elated and chased after them. "Huh, parenting isn't so hard..." The golem between her legs kept on working her. The lips wrapped so tightly around her clit as it suckled that bead.

The second one had finished securing her hands and blind folding her. It got up onto the bed and knelt down: straddling her chest. Its hands dove into her hair to the back of head. It pushed her head forward till the tip of the thick member in front of her was pressed to her lips. "Suck it, a good slut needs to savor her master's cock." The demon said from his throne... wondering if he should of added a plural since there was three of them.

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Although Artemisia was in no state to be noticing it consciously as the golem between her legs sucked the bead of her clit, Artemisia could sense that her child was happy and that made her happy too. Between whimpers of pleasure, she gasped, "I'm sure you're a good father..." A foundling raised in an orphanage until she stole a book of magic and ran away, she didn't didn't know much more about parenting than the demon, but she figured that as long as their child was well-fed and happy, it would work out well enough in the end.

She gave a shriek of pleasure as the golem sucking her clit continued what it was doing, realizing that pretty soon it was going to make her feel that wonderful release like when she'd felt his throbbing cock flood her womb with seed.

Her body squirmed as she felt the second golem climbing over her body, pinning her to the bed as he straddled her chest and using her thick hair to pull her lips up to its thick, erect member. She moaned and opened her mouth, lifting her head a little further to take his cock into her mouth. She sucked on it for a moment, moaning in pleasure, then lifted her head and asked somewhat worriedly, "Like that?"

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It was strange that fate had brought these two people together to have children. She was an orphan with no parents and he came from a race that had no family bonds other than in name. Neither one of them had any ideas on parenting, but do any parents at first? The child went to play, leaving its parents to their devices for now.

"Yes just like that." The demon replied to the woman as she took the golem's member into her mouth. The golem pulled on her long hair to control her head---the thick member pushing its way pass her supple lips, her soft tongue, and down her throat slightly. The golem used the woman like the toy she was---satisfying itself and fucking her very throat without a care for her comfort. The pleasure was making the demon slip into that hazy lust filled side of his again.

The other one between her leg began to move as well. She was wet enough now that the golem between her legs rose. Its hands on her hips held firmly as he pushed her hips upward and thrust its large member inside of her. The shaft invaded her---grinding every inch of her sheath as it moved in deep. The hip bucked hard against her own hips as the golem was rocking against her in perfect rhythm.

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Artemisia gave a moan of pleasure---simply knowing that he was pleased with her filled her with delight. She resumed what she had been doing with considerable enthusiasm. She was a little startled when the golem pulled her head up with her hair, forcing it's cock not just past her lips and over her tongue, but down her throat slightly. She squirmed uncomfortably, still sucking gamely while she tried to accustom herself to the feeling of the cock invading her throat.

At the same time, the other golem was pushing her hips up, thrusting its member into her tight sheath and quite suddenly she found her body invaded at both ends. It ground against every inch of her sheath with shocking intensity, driving deep inside her.

The rhythm of both cocks was perfect and within a few moments, she was moaning and whimpering in intense pleasure against the cock of the golem in her mouth. She ached with desire for that wonderful release her master had given her earlier. She was their plaything, their---what was the word?---slut.

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If Artemisia had no experience in sexual matters before she was certainly learning things quickly. The demon could feel her suckling that cock and it was making him shiver with pleasure. The feeling of her luscious lips wrapped around the shaft and the tightness of her throat provided a combination that was like none other. It was almost as good as the feeling of her cunt wrapped around him.

The two golems continued to work her for a while---preparing the demon's slut. They soon turned the helpless and bound female over onto her stomach while still inside of her. Their new position was that she was laying on the golem that had was been using her cunt to its fullest---the thick girth still pounding away without rest. Her body laid on the hard bed of warm and defined muscles. The second golem still used her mouth, but this new position allowed the shaft to go even deeper---each thrust mixing her salvia all over the length.

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Artemisia picked everything up quickly under any circumstances and she learned even more quickly when she had incentive to do so. At the moment, she had a great deal of incentive to be a good little slut and she was learning very quickly indeed.

She moaned and writhed in pleasure as the golems thoroughly fucked her, her lips and throat working against the cock of the one in her mouth while her pussy milked the one pounding her there. She squirmed and wriggled as they flipped over over, initially confused by what they were doing.

Bright girl that she was, she caught on quite quickly---how could she not while the cock in her pussy was still pounding away at her pussy and the one using her mouth was thrusting so deeply into that it's balls were bouncing against her chin? Their bodies supported her, her breasts rubbing against those hard, deliciously warm muscles.

She might have been helpless before, but with her wrists bound above her head and the two cocks filling her mouth and cunt, she was just as helpless as she'd been on top.

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The girl was not the only one becoming aroused what was happening right now---the demon and watching and enjoying it. He was not the type to use force, he would rather sway... and he gave her plenty of incentive to being his slut. Far more then just the pleasure of the body that would result of it... the two golems taking her now were a preview of what was to come.

The golem beneath her placed its hands on her perky rear end---for a female that sat around and read all day she had quite the nice bottom. The bottom was perfectly presented due to how the dress was: showing off her breasts, ass, and cunt---highlighting them with the beautiful color of her dress.

The golem's hand pulled on both cheeks and soon spread her ass wide open for the demon to see---exposing that puckered ring of muscle that was her anus. Virgin territory...

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Artemisia moaned and writhed, sucking eagerly at the cock in her mouth. She gave a little shriek and a moan as she felt the golem beneath her grab her ass-cheeks and give them a squeeze, clearly startled and confused, though not badly enough to do more than briefly slow her sucking at the cock of the other golem or her squirming on the cock of the one impaling her pussy from below.

She groaned again as he spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing the tight little pucker of her anus. She have a vague memory of reading some book that had mentioned the sin of sodomy and she was pretty sure that was about to happen. Right now, as long as they all got their pleasure from it, she didn't care how sinful it was supposed to be...

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The demon could feel everything that golems did as if they were his own body and in a sense they were. They were created from his magic and bound to him. He created them so he could in essence use them as parts of his own body. That meant he could feel the pleasure that she was giving them---every inch of her mouth and sheath so clearly defined. Her body so beautiful and soft to the touch.

The demon's cock had harden. She was not ready for another child yet so he had to use her anus, which he detected she was eager for. For humans it seemed the ass was a rather taboo area. Maybe she was excited cause it was taboo. He liked guessing from just the subtle feelings he felt from her rather then grasping her mind and reading it.

The demon stood from his throne and came over to her. His steps were silent, but carried a powerful presence. A single finger reached out first. The pad of it touched against the firm puckered ring of muscle of her ass. He pushed at it, prodded, and finally slipped a finger inside of her ass.

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Artemisia couldn't see the demon coming up behind her, but she could feel him, she could sense his presence, sense his magic. She wanted him. She wanted to take his cock again, wanted to please him with her body. She was his queen, she was his slave, and it was her pleasure to serve him.

She gave a loud moan and an intense squirm as she felt him press against the pad of his finger against the little pucker of her anus. She mumbled something that might have been a "please..." as he started to push and prod at her, until finally his finger slipped inside the ring of her ass. She groaned and wriggled even more intensely.

Even with the fascinating and novel sensation of her master's finger prodding her ass, she found herself mightily distracted by the two cocks still plunging into her.

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The two golems were still working her without break or hesitation. Two of her entrance had already been taken by him: her mouth and womanhood. Both shafts thrust into her rough and powerful---each stroke was like he was claiming her as his own. Whether it was pass her lips and down her throat or deep into her sex, the message was clear: she belonged to him.

The demon pushed his digit further inside of her. The thick finger pushed into that tight ass knuckle by knuckle until it was all the way inside of her. As usual his touch was like a hot fire. The sensation of her ass was different then her sex. The entrance was much tighter, but inside it did not have the contracting muscles. It still would be pleasurable he imagined since inside was quite soft and hot.

The finger moved about inside of her. At first it curled up and then straighten out. He moved his digit a few time like that allowing it to explore inside of her. It was soon joined by another digit: a tight fit for two fingers, but he pushed them in. She was quite tight down there and thusly he was still exploring before he took her ass.

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Undeniably brilliant or not, Artemisia wasn't thinking anymore---not about anything but her master's cocks---and she knew that the golems were him and he was the golems in any way that mattered---and his finger, probing deeper and deeper through her anal ring and into her warm, enveloping rear hole.

She writhed, not just as his finger explored her ass, curling and extending, but as the two cocks took her. His finger filled her with that same wonderful heat that his touch always seemed to. She moaned again as he added a second finger, starting to stretch her anus.

Insofar as she was thinking of anything, she knew what was coming and she was looking forward to it. She was his and he was going to prove it.

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The probing fingers kept their work up, the two digits pushing back and forth in her ass. The demon pushed the fingers in and out of her to loosen her up a little---to get those muscles to relax. Again and again the fingers push in, pulled back, and pushed in again. The two digits kept this up for a while and then soon spread themselves. They pushed away from each other in scissor like action to spread her ass open for him. She was ready now.

The demon grabbed her rear end from behind. Her flesh as soft and delightful to the touch. His hips brought the tip of his cock to her anus. In one fell thrust he pushed it in all the way---splitting open her ass with his thrust and claiming that last piece of virgin territory. His girth much wider then the fingers as he gave her a moment to adjust to his size. He didn't use any healing magic on her now, he wanted her to squeal and squirm.

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Artemisia wriggled and squirmed as another finger entered her. It didn't hurt---not yet---but she could feel her anus getting close enough to the point it could comfortably stretch that she was pretty sure it was going to hurt at least a little when he entered her. She knew he was going to do it, that it was going to be his cock pumping in her ass, rather than that of another golem, and she didn't care about any of that. Not the pain, not that not only was taking a cock in the ass taboo, but that taking cocks in multiple holes at once was the thing only a complete slut would willingly do. And that was right and wonderful because she was his slut-queen.

She groaned as he pressed the head of his cock to her anus, already breathless from the pleasure and exertion of taking the other two cocks. Then he pressed into her in one powerful thrust and she shrieked and writhed in shock at feeling his girth stretching her anus so quickly and so completely that it felt for a moment as though he'd truly torn her open.

She shuddered and whimpered beneath him, eventually realizing, as her body was forced to adjust to the sudden violation, that he had not truly harmed her, though the ache had not yet faded entirely.