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The demon had finished itself inside of her---spilling his seed into her. Her womb was fertile and rich with the magics she had learned and stored from her years on this world. There was no question in his mind that their children would be powerful and their armies would be unstoppable, but such things would take time. He had nothing but time. The time needed for this would be a blink of an eye compared to the eons he spent in the void.

The demon was satisfied and pulled himself out of the female, his mind releasing her of his temptation. The hold and that seductive whisper was gone, but those thoughts he implanted... that might another thing. He left her on the ground like the used toy she was. Standing over her, his cock was covered in his seed and her juices which began to drip down onto her face. Her pussy was left gaping for now since it had been too soon since his shaft was pulled from her. He liked the sight all used like that.

His hand waved as small flames erupted from the blue gem between her breasts. The flames moved in two lines up the nape of her neck. They wrapped around her neck. They spread out over her body, her breasts, her arms, and her legs. The flame did not burn her, became something tangible. They became a single piece gown that covered her body, but barely. It was blue and gold with open back. The front of it exposed her breasts, but supported them. The waist area exposed her hips. The front of the gown coming to a stop above her pussy then slipped open to cover her legs as if putting her womanhood on display. It was for easier access and birthing. Already a life inside of her was growing, developing at exponential speed. It would only be a matter of minutes before she would be ready to give birth.

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Artemisia moaned as the demon pulled out of her and stood over her. Her body was still trembling with the intensity and power of not just her orgasm, but the changes that had been wrought on her life in a matter of minutes. Trying to stand up seemed impossibly difficult. Instead, she lay sprawled there on the floor, her legs still spread, her pussy gaping and stretched from the fucking she'd just taken, gazing up at the demon while sexual fluids dripped on her face. She was not filled with the same certainty she'd felt when his cock was pounding her, but those things lingered in her mind.

She gave a little gasp and a squirm as flames erupted from the gem between her breasts, lifting her head to watch them spread over her body. She thought the dress was a bit silly, as it seemed to leave as much of her body uncovered as covered---as far as she was concerned, the chief purpose of clothing was protecting her from temperature extremes and she was quite certain that the dress would be of no use in that regard in the chilly atmosphere of the tower.

Although she no longer had the ability to use her magical power, she still had some vague, muted sense of it, as well as centuries in which to become comfortable with her body --both of those things told her that there was something growing within her. She slid her hand up to her belly, and asked, "Am I with child?"

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The demon stepped away from her and almost stumbled with each step. He had been walking around earlier with ease, but right now he found it hard to walk. The void was a place without even a sense of direction so walking was still a strange sensation for him and it was hard for him to even walk without consciously thinking about the motions of his legs and his foot against the ground. Having a physical body was going to take some getting used to since eons had dulled all of his natural instincts.

His attention was turned back to the female as his rainbow eyes stared at her. "Yes you are with child... and in a few moments you will be ready to give birth... the first of our children... the first of our army..." The demon walked back to her and waved his hand. The ground beneath her raised. The stone becoming soft and turning into a mattress. He made comfortable bed from the hard ground---taking images from the memories of the man he drained earlier... seeing what was the most comfortable thing ever and it was this bed...

The bed was large with an oak headboard and soft mattresses beneath a layer of blankets and comforters. He wanted his broodmare to be comfortable for her first birth. "You gave me the way out of that void and for that you will have the honor of being my slave... my queen... the mother of our army... as I plunge this world into destruction." His words were one thing, but his actions were another. The demon sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on her stomach. It was clear now why her dress was opened in the front like that: for easy birthing and nursing.

His touch was just as hot as it was during the sex. A constant healing magic was being cast as the growth inside of her accelerated. The child growing fast and her body being force to grow to accommodate it. It was only minutes, but she looked like she carried for nine mouths. His seed was still dripping from her abused sex. "Don't worry too much, it is not a live birth... do not fear..." He patted her stomach singling it was time to start birthing the child.

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"Moments?" Artemisia demanded, eyes wide and shocked, though she could already feel a small bump growing under her hand. She was by no means an expert on childbirth---it was not a topic that had ever interested her---but she was quite sure that was extremely abnormal. She didn't think she'd even ever seen a spell that would allow such a thing.

She gave a little gasp and a wriggle as the stone floor under her body began to lift up and soften, turning into a luxurious mattress. She was quite sure she'd never been in a bed this comfortable and indeed, she realized it was not just a sinfully comfortable mattress, but a proper bed. Why he hadn't bothered with that earlier when he'd fucked her, she didn't know, but she was quite looking forward to getting fucked again in this bed.

She moaned as she felt a tinge of pain from her swelling belly, only to find the demon's hand there on her stomach, that delightful warmth that seemed to heal her every pain soothing it away. She moaned again, her eyes fixing on her stomach with pure fascination as she watched it swell until it was as though she was carrying a full-term infant inside her. It felt wonderful, knowing she was about to bring a new life into the world. The fact that it was demonspawn simply wasn't something that mattered to her.

"Not a live birth?" she asked, sounding puzzled. As the first contraction rippled through her, she moaned in surprise. "What's that?" she asked with a confused little shake of her head. She wasn't sure if there was anything she needed to do. Surely not? After all, animals and peasants birthed babies all the time...

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The demon could feel his corruption already having a firm place in her mind. Even without his influence, the demon could sense her lack of resistance. She wanted to be fuck in this bed and he would let her have such a thing as a reward later on. For now, there was another task at hand that required his full attention.

The touch of his hand brought on constant warm of healing. Unlike the humans he did not require words or arrays to cast his magic. The demon was an ancient beast that there for the very creation of magic itself. He understood its very essence and he knew how to manipulate it. Humans and creatures of this era required words and arrays which served almost cooking recipes telling them how much of what type to add and when. The demon did not need that, he could manipulate and weave the fibers of magic to get whatever result he wanted. Oh just his touch alone spoke of the depthless secrets he could teach her...

"Did you think this would be the same as any the rest? No. you are special and chosen... our child is special too..." That cryptic explanation was all he gave her. The healing magic he woven into her would make the whole process faster and much less painful. "Just relax and squeeze." The first contraction hit her. He stayed there at her side, guiding her through her first birth as the being inside of her escape from her abused sex. It came out in the form of an silvery egg, no larger than a football: smaller than any child that a human could spawn... but the silvery outside was a mere protection measure...

The demon grasped the egg firmly in his hand and watched as the shell crumbled away. All that was left was a blue glowing gem about the size of a golf ball. The feeling of it was so obvious. It was alive. Its power was pulsing like the beating of a heart. The presence of it... was a being comprised of pure energy and magic... a combination of him and her. It floated out of his hand and reached its mother---though it was new to the world it could still know who its parents were. The sphere had no facial features... no words... but the emotions it communicated were so clear: that love... that cry for its mother... Human or not this was still her child, somewhere in there... there must be some maternal instinct.

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Although Artemisia was certainly accustomed to cryptic answers coming from demons, she still found it a bit annoying, though her attention did not stay focused on that for very long. The process of birthing his child was much too fascinating, especially without the distraction of significant pain.

Oh, how she wanted to learn to do magic as he did, to manipulate such energies as he did without even a need for a few words and gestures to control them. Most sorcerers required far more ritual, even for the most familiar spells, than she did, but she was ancient and had spent lifetimes immersed in magic. Perhaps someday, if she pleased him very much, he would teach her...

Obediently, she squeezed as each contraction rippled through her, his seed gushing out of her sex ahead of the silvery egg. She lifted her head as he took it, peering curiously at it as the shell crumbled away in his hands. All that remained as she gazed at it was a glowing, blue gem, pulsing with life and the magic she so dimly sensed.

She did not have an especially strong maternal instinct, but neither was she greatly hampered by any human concerns about the fact that the fact the child she'd just birthed was demonspawn and not remotely human. Her eyes alight with pure delight, she lifted her hands as the little glowing sphere floated toward her, radiating love for its mother---love for her. She moaned happily and glanced up at the father of her child, wonder in her eyes. "It loves me..." No one had loved her in a very long time.

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The sphere did not have form other than being a small floating ball of energies that mixed together to form it, but it still radiated its love for its mother. The connection was primordial drawing on the human half of its essence. For a being like the demon, there was no connection, but it was beneficial that the child had a strong connection to its mother. The child moved itself towards Artmesia's bosom and nestled itself there, cuddling her. It was tired. The process of its birth and stabilizing itself to enter this physical plane had worn it out.

After cuddling itself against its mother for a while, the being feeling hungry. It did not needed to be guided as it moved over to her left breast and lacked itself onto her right nipple. It took her right nipple, piercing and all, inside of it. The feeling inside of the child was electric... tingly... and warm. Those piercings she had were for more than just decoration. The child was slowly starting to suckle both milk and magical energy from the female---in small amounts. It was feeding both its physical self and its magical self.

The demon could sense it. A desire in her. A new feeling. Something that was not like the lust he driven into her before. It was something else: love. "Yes it does love you... in a month you will give birth to another... and it will love you too... you are it's mother..." The demon spoke soft words into her as he leaned down to kiss her---the bed feeling more and more comfortable by the seconds.

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Artemisia smiled as her child nestled at her bosom, seeming to cuddle against her---she wasn't sure if she could really attribute something so human to it, but it seemed almost tired to her. She was quite thoroughly fascinated, her eyes alight, not just with delight, but with curiosity at what she'd birthed. She could tell it was mostly energy and magic, but she wasn't sure how it could exist without something outside to stabilize it---perhaps its bond to its human mother?---nor what purpose it would serve in its father's plans.

She was a bit startled when it moved to her swollen breast and latched firmly onto her nipple, piercing and all. She gasped softly, wriggling at the tingly, electric warmth of it. She looked up at the demon for a moment, nodding at his reply. "Only a month?" she asked, though she supposed that made sense if one was breeding an army. Faster might be better, for that, in fact.

She could feel that it was not just suckling on her milk, but the magical energies within her. Looking at the piercing on her free nipple, she lifted her hand to twist it, examining the runes and gasping and squirming as milk leaked from her teat. "It's feeding on my magic, isn't it?" She asked, a little worried. "Will they take my power forever?"

She kissed him back passionately, relaxing on the sinfully comfortable bed. Recalling her desire to learn to work magic as he did, she asked earnestly, "Would you teach me to work magic as you do if I please you?"

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The demon broke away from the kiss the taste of her on his lips was so delicious. How silly he was becoming enthralled by a mere mortal. She was a cut above the rest, but a mere mortal. She was stronger than any other mortal and was the one that freed him from that prison. It couldn't be helped that he taken a liking to her. He understood now why some of his brethren rebelled... loved was such a strange emotional. "Yes, it is feeding on your magic, but do not fear. You will not get weaker. Our child only feeds on the portion of your magic that you can recover within a day. It needs you as its mother. Without you it'll die from his world. Your magic which is already part of this world lets our child stabilize itself. Eventually it'll form a stable body of its own." He answered her, giving her an explanation since he knew this woman was a curious bookworm.

When she asked about learning, it was when a smile broke over his lips. "Of course, I chosen you to be my toy... and the queen of my army. Of course I will teach you and make you stronger. Right now you can only give birth one at a time with a period of a month. When you are stronger, you will produce more for me..." The demon's words went silent as he raised a hand up. The fingertips touched her lips and ran over each soft and supple millimeter of it...

"I suppose as a reward for giving birth for me, I will give you a small lesson. This is very basic, but very important. In many of the books you read on magic, you will often see a line that says form is an illusion. That line is more than just flowery poetry or a philosophical view." The demon held out his hand as he gathered the moisture in the room into the palm of his hand. It looked like a combination of mist and steam at first, but soon that mist condense into a ball of water in his hand. It was fairly simple magic that most beginners start out with, but if she could sense it... he did it so flawlessly and without words. It was impossible for someone without magic to understand, but comparing the way he did it to the way a normal magic user would was like comparing a badly played violin to a masterful orchestra.

"This is fairly easily to understand example." The water soon turned to ice and then back to water and mist. "All three things are the same substance. The only difference is form. Understanding water and ice is one thing, but understanding hard rock and this mattress..." He pushed against the comfortable bed. "Is another issue. Everything is made up of the same substance at the lowest level... the only difference is the composition and form... understand how to work that and you'll become much stronger..." He lowered his hand and touched it to her stomach. "And now that I taught you a little... is it not time to pay some of your tuition?"

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Artemisia nodded, satisfied with his explanation, though it obviously also raised new questions as well. "How long?" she murmured. "What form will it take?" Delight lit up brightly in her eyes as he promised her he'd not just teach her, but make her stronger. There was certainly no sign of resentment that he'd just called her his toy, or that her strength would also increase the number of children she could produce... she moaned and wriggled in pleasure as his fingertip touched her lips, brushing slowly and possessively over every millimeter of the sensitive fullness of them---it seemed she was quickly developing a certain taste for the sensual.

"Thank you," she murmured happily. Her expression was very intent as he began to explain and demonstrate the simple bit of magic. Clearly, she had little trouble following his explanation, though putting it into practice was likely to be another matter... concentrating on his demonstration, she found she could sense what he was doing. It was beautiful. By human standards, she was extremely skilled, but this made her most effortless magic look like that of an awkward child.

She nodded solemnly as he explained, clearly very impressed. "I think I understand," she murmured slowly. She wanted to try it herself very much. She didn't doubt that she was still quite incapable of working the sort of magic that would make stone into a bed, but she thought she'd seen the trick of transforming the water in the room between states.

She gave a little squirm and moan of desire, but pouted slightly as she felt his hand on her belly and he suggested that she pay her tuition---while she wanted very much to experience more of the pleasure of coupling with him, she really did want to play with magic as well. Since she wanted to learn even more later more than she wanted to practice, she knew staying on his good side was of the utmost importance, which was why she didn't do more than pout a little. "Yes," she agreed. "How shall I repay you?"

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She was his, his toy. Kragg loved the touch of her and feeling her beneath his skin. The knowledge that for hundreds of years no one else touched her... that he was the only one to have ever made her quiver in such pleasure. There was greedy feeling in him... one that was possessive... and loving the idea that he had something that belonged to him alone. It was his first possession since exiting the voice... the very first thing he had: her.

Their child finished nursing for now and then floated off. It still stayed near its mother, but it seemed to shared the mother's inquisitive nature. There were no words, facial expression, nor body language... but just that unspoken feeling it emitted made it clear it took after her and was eagerly exploring its new world. The world was strange and amazing to it so of course it had to stay near mommy in case it needed her..

"It'll chose a form on its own, more like a shell for it to hold its power." He gave a brief explanation since he had other things on his mind that he wanted to focus on. His rainbow eyes half lidded as they stared at her. The want in him was so obvious. He wanted that amazing sensation of touch again... that joining of with her... her question of how she should pay her tuition was such a stupid one...

"Perhaps we can both have fun... and a learning session..." The demon waved his hand as he concentrated on a section of the wall. He weaved his magic, turning rocks into something softer. The stone becoming lighter and softer as they changed from crystal structures into more fiber and less dense one. From the walls two men walked forward. "Turning rock into flesh..." He spoke softly. His two golems looked like him in every detail except their dead eyes.

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Artemisia smiled happily as their child drifted away, sensing that it had an urge to explore its surroundings that felt very familiar to her, though she didn't think it was going to go far with its parents here---it was very young in world that was new to it and would probably need more sustenance soon. She nodded at his answer, satisfied by it for the time being, and in any case intensely distracted by the possessive lust in his eyes. She could sense he valued her as more than the mother of his armies. He wanted to own her completely, to touch her body, to make her his plaything...

Remembering the pleasure of being with him, she ached for those things too. She smiled at him as he effectively targeted the two greatest desires in her heart at that moment---her need to yearn and her desire---replying, her eyes aglow, "I would like that very much, please."

Her head tilted thoughtfully as she watched his attention turn to the wall and she reached out with her magical senses as he began to weave his magic, turning the stone into something very like flesh. "Oh my..." she murmured, looking up at the two golems from where she lay in the bed, her eyes innocent of any suggestion she understood how the golems might play into his plans. She was obviously delighted and amazed with his show of power, a little shiver of pleasure running through her body. "What are you going to do with them?"

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"I think you already know the answer to that." The demon spoke as he stood up and walked slowly from the bed. He pivoted on the balls of his feet to turn around. The ground beneath him rumbling slightly as the rocks rose up to form a stone on which he sat himself down. The throne was not as comfortable as the bed. He would admit that, but the demon needed to let her rest from him. She was too drained right now to take on his potent seed again.

The two golems, which he named in his mind A and B, were like him in physical way in appearance. They were weak little puppets, but had the strength of regular men. Eons in the void did not keep him up to date with popular and common names, so A and B would have to do for now. They were made of his magic and responded to him very intimately, he could even feel each sensation they had. At his motion the went to work. The dress she wore did not cover any of her sexual parts, but highlighted them.

Golem A went between her legs. The hands it touched her with did not have that same hot sensation that the demon had, but the touch was still familiar and warm. Fingers splayed out to cover more of her flesh with each stroke up and down her thighs. Gently it pressed her legs apart. Small fluttering kisses touched her thigh coming up further to her womanhood---healed, but still messy from the fun earlier. A's lips pressed to her sex in soft fluttering kisses that drew stronger and longer. The tongue darting out for a soft lick... another stroke. The demon could taste her juices and how sweet she was for him.

Meanwhile B went the other way. It grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head. From its palms strong fabric came forth which it used to bind her arms together and bind her hands to the headboard of the bed. The demon was pulling ideas from the memories of the deceased man from earlier... he was quite enjoying the show. After binding her hands the golem B went to laying a piece of clothe over her eyes and then tying it behind her head. It was blinding her... putting her into a world of darkness... making her reliant on her other senses... making her so much more aware...

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Artemisia's eyes widened and she blushed slightly, suggesting she actually hadn't immediately realized his intent. "Oh... I see..." Human sexual behavior had never interested her, but she had the vague idea this would be considered quite perverse. That simply made it more interesting to her. Briefly, she seemed as interested in his creation of his throne as the golems, though that changed quickly as they touched her. She moaned, her body trembling with need as the fingers of the first one stroked her thighs, spreading her legs, and gave an electrified gasp as it started to delicately kiss along her thigh toward her womanhood.

She was much too distracted to be paying much attention to the other until it grabbed her hands and pulled them firmly above her head. She gasped in surprise as she felt soft, strong fabric loop around her wrist, the sound turning into a moan as the first golem laid fluttering kisses on her sex. "Why are you trying me up?" she asked, mostly confused, but a little nervous. Had she displeased him suddenly? Soon, her hands were bound firmly above her head and the kisses were decidedly stronger and longer, leaving her twitching, moaning and helpless to resist.

The blindfold, coupled with the sensation of the golem's tongue flicking out to stroke her sex, made her groan and thrust her hips up slightly. Now blinded, she quickly became aware of just how much more intense it was when she did not have the distraction of her vision. This was nothing like she'd expected, insofar as she had expectations, but it certainly felt wonderful. Still, there was one thing that particularly bothered her... "Why are you just watching?" she asked rather breathlessly.


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The demon lord Malekai raised an eyebrow at the angel's response, finding it funny that this archetype of good behavior was not going to fly while Alexander had him. The angel was as good as dead, since he was not able to contact with the Heavens, and would be basically the toy of Hell. Everyone else was already enjoying the lust of each other's body, but there was a certain rarity in managing to defile an angel. The lord pulled out a collar and a leash, and started to administer his first test. "Call me Master." He said, a smirk on his face as the collar was wrapped around the angel's neck, and then tightened to a comfortable level. If the angel were to try and take it off, there would be an increased amount of lust that would inject into his body, which would make it harder for Sancto to ignore.

Now he pulled Sancto over to the lord's throne, where he grabbed onto the angel's hair, pulling it painfully while he placed his other hand onto his armor. He slid off the metal pants that were protecting his lap, and then brandished his cock, a complete 11 inches that pointed out at Sancto's cheek. The head of the cock poked the angel's skin, and then the lord smirked. "I expect you to start sucking." He said. That was the second test. If the angel were to disagree, which he expected, then the lord had a plan for him, a plan that would break down the foundation of the angel's mind and make it possible for the lord to create it in his own image. His nails scraped against Sancto's cheek, before he pressed his cock against the angel's lips. All of the soldiers in the throne room now had their eyes on the angel, and some of them were tugging their pants down, preparing to watch this and masturbate.

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The angel's eyes remained focused upon the demon Lord who seemed to command the other's respect, the abyssal throne seeming to radiate an unnaturally cold aura. Sancto didn't allow the worry to show on his perfected face however; to show even the smallest amount of fear in the Pits would be enough to invite disaster from the other demons around, and so he held his head high even as the Lord stepped forward and wrapped the collar snugly around his slender throat. His breath hitched and he closed his eyes for a moment, a small frown coming to his features at the humiliating posture he now assumed before it was tightened so be somewhat uncomfortable and he was tugged back towards the throne where the demonic Master seated himself once again.

"I have only one Master, and He is not you, demon king..." He said quietly, there being no confrontation in his tone; he was merely stating fact. Sancto blinked downwards at the black leggings as they were slowly unfastened, the fabric parting to reveal the large shaft that already stood hard and erect, waiting for his attentions. He closed his eyes at the tip rubbed lewdly over his cheek, turning his head away with a small sigh to steady himself against the sinful sensation. "I will not." The words were firm in denying the Lord's desire that the angel simply begin sucking, and Sancto; kept his lips tightly shut as the tip rubbed over them, not letting the hard flesh slip through.

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Malekai looked extremely angry that this angel was not agreeing to do what he wished. Well then, the demon lord was going to get what he wanted, even if he had to turn the Earth upside down to do it. As the angel refused to part his lips for the demon lord's hard cock, he growled and stood up. The guards instantly straightened their backs, since they did not want to be the one to endure the demon lord's wrath. Malekai pulled the angel up by the leash, making the angel move to his feet before he started to walk over to the middle of the room. The guards kept their eyes on the angel, staring down his body before the demon lord slapped Sancto across the face, using all of his power to do so and no doubt leaving a red mark on his face. He then turned away from the angel and snapped his fingers. "Get him ready for me." He said. Those were the only words that were needed.

Four guards moved over to Sancto, their cocks remaining out since there was no reason to tuck it away, and they pulled at the white robe that was keeping Sancto's frame from the sight of the demons, and they cut it to shreds, placing a dagger to his neck if he were to struggle. Then his hands were shackled together, given around a half foot of chain room, while his legs were spread and held down. One of the guards moved over to the angel with a device that was used by many a kinkster, a ring gag that would part this angel's lips. He noticed that Sancto's mouth had to be slightly open for it to be forced in, and he stamped on Sancto's leg, hoping that he would yell out in pain and provide the small amount of time that the guards needed to shove the gag into his mouth.

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Sancto gazed defiantly upwards into the demon Lord's face, unwilling to show weakness even against such overwhelming odds. He suspected that he would not be released from the abyssal prison he now found himself held in, but he would not succumb to sin regardless; he would die pure as it was always intended. He shuddered slightly as the thick cock pressed against his unyielding lips, the scent and texture somewhat disgusting before apparently the demon lost patience and stepped away suddenly.

The collar dug painfully into his throat as he was jerked to his feet, slender legs staggering slightly as he walked towards the center of the room where he was forcibly guided. The slap that came was enough to cause his face the snap to the side, a small grunt of pain slipping between his lips as he felt heat rush to the red mark that spoiled his otherwise pale flesh. At the command, four demons approached him and were quick in their desire to obey their Master. Sancto gasped sharply as the robe was tugged from his body, wings twitching against the bindings that held them tightly in the desire to cover himself. The blade at his throat prevented much movement however, and his wrists were soon shackled tightly together, his legs spread shamefully.

The position was degrading, but still Sancto didn't plead or utter much noise at all. The only cry echoed at the sudden kick to his leg, lips parting as the demon intended to give enough room to press the gag in his mouth; now forced apart in a wide O. Even the angel could guess what the purpose of the device was and he shook his head quickly, eyes widening in horror. There was nothing he could do to stop it now; his lips couldn't close. Never had he felt so helpless...

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Malekai straightened his gauntlet as the angel was brought to his knees, only a few feet away form the demon lord. A smirk came across his face, as the guards held the angel in place. Two more guards moved over to the angel and held his wings down, while Malekai brandished his cock towards Sancto's face. "Open wide... oh wait, it doesn't matter." He said with a laugh, as he placed his hands onto the angel's head. "Maybe if you just listened to me, I wouldn't have to resort to this." He said, as his red eyes stared into the own angel's hues.

He smirked, and the guards laughed out loud, looking over the angel's body with lust. "Maybe we can fuck him while you enjoy yourself Master?" The guards said, and Malekai laughed before shaking his head. "Not a single one of you are allowed to fuck him until I have finished with his holes." He said. The guards sounded deflated, but they understood, and continued to hold the angel still. Malekai pressed his cock against the angel's cheek, before placing it into the hole that was made by the gag, and he pushed his cock completely down the gag, until Malekai had the angel's airway blocked off, feeling the angel's nose hitting his stomach. He stayed there for a moment, wanting to see the angel's reaction, before he would pull out and rub the saliva onto the angel's cheek. "Such a delicious throat... let's test it out again." He said, before he hilted himself back into the angel's mouth, pushing against his head so that he stayed there.

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Sancto's stomach churned as he felt the sickening touch of heated flesh rub lewdly against his cheek, twisting and turning in an effort to escape the humiliation that he would soon be forced to suffer. His slender frame flinched visibly at the call from a demonic onlooker to use his body as they wished, pale eyes narrowing in righteous defiance of what was about the happen. He refused to look away as the demon Lord gripped his hair tightly and forced him to face the throbbing shaft, eyes wide as forcibly parted lips were moved forward until he felt the first terrible taste of hellish flesh.

He coughed loudly and squirmed upon the floor as the thick cock thrust carelessly into his mouth, completely filling his lips and plunging ye further into his throat where his very breath was stolen from him. Sancto groaned weakly as his throat tightened around the Lord's cock and flinching from the terrible taste that assaulted his senses. Finally the shaft withdrew, only to smear fluid across his cheek in some twisted show of dominance before again the demon pushed into the holy mouth; hot and tight around his throbbing shaft even as the Angelic being struggled too get away from his knelt position of twisted worship.

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The pleasure was spreading through his body as he did this. A smirk remained on his lips as he moved, silently wondering if he should moan out in pleasure to rub it into the angel that he was the one that was pleasing the demon king. He pulled out of the angel's throat, and slapped him on both sides of his cheek with his cock, making sure that his saliva and precum was nice and sticky on the angel's face. He pointed down towards the angel's hands, which were being held down, and he said, "You can use his hands if you wish my guards, but take your turn, he can only please so many cocks at once."

The angels were all too happy about this, as their hands started to grab at him, his hair being pulled back to be used as a silky condom of sorts, as his locks of hair were wrapped around two red demonic cocks, that were smaller then Malekai's, but still looked scary. Sancto's hands were then pulled towards the two cocks, his fingers forced around the demonic flesh while Malekai hilted himself back in the angel's throat. Since his hair was being pulled, his head was being tilted upwards and he had to look at the one that was doing it, and it was much easier to cut off his air if his head was tilted this way. "Such a delicious throat... I knew the angels were the best ones to fuck. You are going to make a perfect slave."

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Sancto's breath caught in his throat as the demon lord withdrew the thick shaft from his throat, a harsh cough echoing through the grand hall as he struggled to regain his composure. "Nngh... foul... sinful... I w-will not... succumb to this..." He thought to himself, his eyes staring up in defiance at the one who sought to claim him so utterly. The angel's eyes widened as the use of his body was sanctioned, grimacing at the slaps to the cheek that stained his slightly flushed features, closing his eyes and shuddering in revulsion. He clung to his faith however; if he could make it through this trial, Jesus would be saved... or so he hoped.

He grunted as again he was tugged forward to feel the thickness push into his throat, blocking his air completely. He felt the hands in his hair wrap the silken strands around the demonic cocks, tainting it with their sinful touch before his hands were gripped and pulled upwards to wrap around two more, his fingers squirming to try and release them. He couldn't breathe and his eyes were wide as he whimpered and shook his head, eyes wide and somewhat desperate for air as he was bored to look into the lord's face...

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The angel was certainly being spread around, to the point where he could be spread too thin if they weren't careful. The demons that kept hold of Sancto were extremely powerful, and with the angel weakened in the realm of the demons, they could no doubt kill him if he was this far down. He was as sensitive as a human now, so they couldn't simply jerk his head with their strength, they could kill him. The demons tugged on their cocks with Sancto's hair around them, feeling the silky tresses adding to the pleasure, since his hair felt like a divine sex toy, an onahole of sorts. They all laughed evilly as they used Sancto's hair for their own pleasure. "Malekai is so lucky to have this kind of an angel." one of the demons said.

The demon lord nodded his head as he pumped his cock in and out of Sancto's throat, looking into his passive gray eyes with a smirk on his face. "Come on Angel, why don't you want to speak?" He asked, before he popped his cock out of the angel's throat so that he would be able to breathe. "Oh yeah, that's why. You are too busy servicing your master that you don't care about talking. Well, continue." He said, before he pushed his cock back into Sancto's throat, fucking his face hardcore. He fucked it harder and harder, his balls slapping against the angel's chin as he moved as fast as he possibly could, his orgasm building up. "Want to taste demon cum? I'm sure we will give you a nice bath in it." He said, as some of the demons had started to cum, shooting ropes of liquid pleasure all over the angel's hair and the top of his head, while the demons seemed to cum on him one by one. Malekai kept going however.

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Sancto's throat burned under the force of the relentless thrusts that pressed inside him mouth, his eyelids slightly drooped over pale eyes and he coughed and shuddered beneath the demons' touch. His hands were wet with the precum upon the two cocks he was made to pleasure, his hair growing matted when it had once been smooth and silken. Sancto could feel the taint wash over him the longer the humiliation continued and his eyes closed fully as the taunts echoed within his mind, weakly shaking his head in defiance at the thought that he enjoyed what he was forced to do.

His eyes widened as suddenly he felt thick ropes of demonic seed spurt out onto his hair, some reaching his face and clinging to porcelain skin whilst his fingers were coated with the sinful substance. He squirmed and tried to move away as the demon Lord laughed above him, the pace increasing so that his head rocked back and forth, his lips reddened from the harsh use. God help him, what would the demonic seed do when he was made to swallow?

[User] The best part was when the demon lord had finished, because then the angel would be plagued with the feelings that were stirred by the seed. He was going to have to endure his thoughts telling him that he needed to have the lord inside of him, because the pleasure and the orgasm was all worth it. The pleasure would be worth submitting to the demon lord, because he was able to provide the explosive orgasm. However that would all wait, as Malekai felt his orgasm hit him. He pressed his cock deep into Sancto's throat, his balls touching the angel's chin as he emptied his seed into the angel's stomach. The seed would glow once it touched the acids of the angel's stomach, and then it would start to take effect. A small feeling of pleasure had injected into Sancto's body, but it wasn't immediately becoming intolerable. It would be a slow ascension of desire, as Malekai pulled out of the angel and shot a few more ropes of cum onto the angel's face. The demons all laughed as they brought the angel to his feet, looking at the art that they created of his face. "Look at the angel, he is such a nice cum dumpster." One of the demons said, and Malekai tucked his cock back into his pants, as he moved back over to the throne.

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Sancto groaned weakly as his face was tugged mercilessly back and forth against the thick shaft that filled his sore throat over and over. All he could taste, all he could smell was demonic arousal staining his body and his eyes widened as he felt the large cock throb between his lips before courting the large load into his throat. He coughed and spluttered, forcing himself to swallow as the seed filled his mouth and dribbled down his chin. His stomach was filled with the demon Lord's essence and he groaned at the heat that settled there, gasping sharply as he was released.

His lips remained wide, letting the cum trickle lewdly down his chin as he was hoisted to his feet, staggering with a low shudder as his stomach twisted, ripples of unnatural pleasure beginning to cloud his senses. The smell was so strong... he could still taste the seed on his tongue and an unconscious moan slipped between his lips as his cheeks flushed. No. No! He wouldn't be made a fool of in such a way! He writhed weakly against the demons that held him, cum covering his features as he lowered his gaze.

He felt a spike of.arousal come from the demonic seed and whimpered weakly as a twitch ran over his softened cock, shaking his head slowly. What a picture he made;.how long would the demons be bake to resist using his body completely?

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Once Malekai was safely seated at his throne, he smirked as he saw the angel, pulled to his feet and covered in a layer of cum. "Bring him over here." He said, his red eyes glaring into the gray hues of the angel. The demons nodded their head and grabbed onto the angel's arms, and dragged him over to the throne. The angel was then harshly punched in the stomach, to bring him to his knees. His hands were brought behind him and shackled together with obsidian cuffs, while his feet were individually shackled to the throne room chair. The ring gag in his mouth was pulled out, so that he was capable of speech, and Malekai tugged the shackles so that the angel would crawl in front of him. "Doesn't he look like a perfect pet?" He asked, as he placed his legs on Sancto's back. "Perfect."

Malekai's right hand glowed a menacing red, and after snapping his fingers, a blood red orb had materialized in his hand. It looked to be about the size of a human basketball, although Malekai was holding it with ease. His lips curved into a smirk as he tapped the orb with his pointer finger and it glowed, showing the figure of a man back on Earth. He had a gun to his head, tears going down his face. He looked to be living in his car, due to the many boxes in the back seat. A revolver was in his hand, one bullet in the chamber. He made sure that the angel was able to see. "Do it." He whispered into the orb. "Life is not worth living." He said. "The afterlife is void of pain." Then there was a loud gunshot and a splatter of blood all over the driver's seat window. "Another soul for Hell." He said with an evil laugh. "Would you like to speak to someone on Earth, Slave?"

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Sancto staggered slightly as he was pulled to his feet and dragged towards the abyssal lord. He gasped sharply and buckled under the harsh punch to his stomach, jerking and falling to his knees as the demon had intended with a deep wince of pain. As arms were pulled behind his back and shackled there tightly, the angel hung his head weakly, long white hair now matted with cumbersome training over the floor as he was made to crawl closer to the terrible throne, his legs shackled to its base to ensure he couldn't get far.

He coughed quietly as the ring gag was removed, his breath echoing through the room before a grunt passed between now freed lips as he was tugged forward at Malekai's whim to ginger on all fours before him. The weight of boots upon his back caused the angel to flinch, his gaze lifting as the large crimson ball was suo.moaned to hover in the demon's clawed hand. His eyes widened at thwarting image of the man clearly at the very brink, hands clenching as the lord gave the final push to make him pull the trigger.

"You are... a monster..." He murmured quietly, shaking his head. "I would not let you see my charges on Earth; they will be safe from you... this body is simply a host. Do what you will... I will always be pure..."

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Malekai raised an eyebrow at this angel, as he lowered the orb down to his lap, realizing that Sancto was not exactly broken to his will yet. No matter, Malekai always got what he wanted, so this angel trying to hold onto his will was only going to be a losing battle, for Sancto that is. The demon lord was willing to use everything in his arsenal, even if only to break this angel. The world could be falling apart due to Malekai, and he wouldn't care as long as this angel was happily sucking on his cock by the time The Rapture came around. He lifted one of his boots and smirked before slamming it down onto the angel's back, looking into Sancto's gray hues so that he could bring the message to the angel's mind. "Fine, the more you decide to fight me, the more I will have fun with the people on Earth." He said. "But first... I think I'll have my fun with you."

Malekai stood up from his throne room, and then he pulled the angel to his feet, making sure to jerk him as rough as possible so that he was off balance. He then punched Sancto right in the cheek, his pale hand probably creating a mark from the force of his punch. He did not hold back, and since Sancto was unable to move farther from the throne room chair, he was going to have to suffer these blows until Malekai was bored, or the angel begged for him to stop. Malekai looked down at Sancto's cock, before kicking him right between the legs, knowing that the feeling of his leg, and his metal armor would no doubt bring immeasurable pain to the angel's body. "I'll defile every human body on Earth if I have to. God is useless compared to my power."

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Sancto closed his eyes tightly with a faint wince as the heavy boot slammed down upon his back, his body arching painfully against the harsh blow and he blinked quickly as he was made to gaze into the crimson eyes, his own widening at the idea that his stubbornness would man such pain for the people on the world he was charged to protect. "N-No... you can't..." He murmured weakly, struggling to bring himself to a more dignified position before his body was suddenly jerked upward by the cruel grip that had him staggering slightly to the side.

He had no time to gather himself before the blow stuck his cheek and he cried out loudly, his body falling sideways and teasing the chains that prevented his escape. It wasn't over however, and he gasped sharply as the fist met his stomach, doubling over with a frantic wretch that almost saw his being sick. Pain was so much more real in the abyss; his defenses were in tatters and as the foot moved to kick between slender thighs his eyes widened and he couldn't resist the loud scream that echoed through the room as he collapsed to the floor.

His body twitched and trembled, a hand holding his cheek as the other arm wrapped around his stomach. Weak coughs shuddered through his body as his wings jerked painfully against his bonds and he closed his eyes tightly, swallowing a thick lump down his throat. "S-Spare them..." He murmured hoarsely, shaking his head as he looked into the demon's face. "D-Do what you will with me... just... don't harm th-the people..."


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Connor Miles looked out to the house as he drove home. It was a Friday night and he was coming back from work. His green eyes scanned the area to make sure his daughter was home. His blond hair waved in the breeze as he shut the car down. He got out and his six foot frame rippled with each movement.

He was a good father for the most part but he had one dark secret. He lost his wife a long time ago and as such he had trained his daughter as a replacement. He treated her like a good father save the fact that she did quite a few choirs around the house. Meanwhile he worked hard to put food on their plates.

He walked in through the door and he looked around. "Honey!" He called out. They had a nice house, two stories with plenty of nice things. After all Connor made a very good salary and invested well to become very wealthy. As such he had given no reason for his daughter to complain, for the most part.

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Chloe had just finished stashing her dad's mickey of vodka in her purse, when she heard him call out to her. She panicked a little bit and pulled out her phone, texting her best friend: ''omg, dad's home, what do I say??'' she asked for advice because she knew her father would oppose her going out. Chloe had already asked and got the answer she knew she would. A big fat 'no'.

Concerned and nervous, delicate creamy hands pulled her red tank top down, readjusting it over her black miniskirt---which her best friend Laura had bought specifically for tonight, because Chloe's dad forbid her to wear anything too revealing---while she bit into the fullness of her bottom lip awaiting a reply. Her blue eyes switched from watching her bedroom door to watching her phone, when she finally got a reply: ''Tell him ur goin 2 bed... it's ur 18th b-day girl! Party hard! #YOLO ;)''

She looked beside her bed, where her purse and black heels were waiting for her to make her escape and pulled her straight dirty blond hair behind her ears while taking a deep breath, hoping her dad wouldn't come in to check on her, though it was getting close to midnight so it was probably believable. Chloe quickly responded: ''ya well... if I don't make it we all know what happened. try my best.'' then moved to her door to open it as she called down the hall "Hi daddy! I'm just getting ready for bed, so I'll see you in the morning, kay? Goodnight!" She closed the door as quickly as it opened and leaned against it for a moment, trying to pump herself up to leave. "YOLO... yolo, yolo..." It was Laura's mantra, you only live once, so Chloe did her best to see it that way and reason with herself. Laura was right in a way, you only turn eighteen once, and she deserves to celebrate it.

Chloe gave herself one last look in the mirror to make sure her make-up looked alright and then moved to her window, pulling it open before grabbing her purse and shoes to make a quiet escape. She was hesitant though, not hearing anything from her father, she was half tempted to just leave, but she knew she should at least wait for him to say goodnight. She just hoped he would do so without coming into her room.

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Connor heard her and smiled. "Goodnight sweatheart!" He said smiling. Her daughter was now 18 but if she wanted sleep he would celebrate tomorrow on their day off. He had forbidden her to go partying and drink. It was such a big rule that he made sure she knew that consequences would be severe. After all she had signed an agreement stating that she would follow any punishment he gave out. This way she knew what she was getting into.

He sighed and walked down the cellar to get some wine when he noticed a bottle missing. It was vodka! He rushed upstairs to her bedroom but she was already gone. "Damn girl... what are you thinking?!" He said concerned and furious beyond a doubt. Well if she was going to break his rules he would have to punish her. But for now he would enjoy his dinner and wait till her return before giving it to her.

He waited a while and ate silently. He watched TV, read, and finally went to her room and hid in the darkest corner so she would not see him and waited. Here he would surprise her and see just how naughty she was going to be. After all she had grabbed some heavy stuff. Well oh well for her. He was a good father and this was how she repaid him?! If word got out about her in trouble it would jeopardize his job!

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Chloe was beyond relieved when she heard her dad say his goodnights from a safe distance and quickly shot Laura a text: ''ooomg I think he bought it!! #bestnightever see you soon!'' She slipped out the window which faced the back yard purse and shoes in hand, then jumped the few feet to the ground, hopping to put her shoes on while making a dash for the back gate.

When she arrived at Laura's, the house erupted in loud, drunken cries of excitement, wishing her a happy birthday and offering birthday shots left right and center. Chloe happily obliged to the first three or four, then the little voice in the back of her head warned her about her contract and what might---would---happen should he find out she defied him to sneak out and stole his vodka. She quickly dismissed the thought, reminding herself of the 'yolo' mantra and moved through the house to see her friends and have a good time while she could.

The birthday girl received so many drinks from everyone around her that she didn't even need her dad's bottle, she had already forgotten it was in her purse. Chloe could already feel herself getting a nice glow on, and knew now would be the time to pace herself. She waited for at least an hour and a half to have another round of four birthday shots, with Laura demanding she have at least eighteen before she left.

But as time passed, despite her now being a little drunk, she got more and more anxious. It was three-thirty when she figured it was time to leave. She thanked everybody for the good time and hugged Laura, giving her an extra thanks "I wouldn't have come if you didn't convince me. See you on Monday, babe. Love you!" She gave the party a kissing wave goodbye and made the walk home.

When she reached her window she had sobered up just enough that she had a glow on but wasn't really all that drunk. Chloe took her shoes off first and tossed them on her bed, then her purse, and grabbed the frame to carry her slim figure back inside.

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Connor watched her creep inside. "So." He said revealing his location to her. "Tell me how was your secret night out." He said and his eyes shone with anger. He walked over and locked the window behind her. His face turned to hers. "Chloe, you disobeyed me on purpose. I can't even trust you anymore after this."

He grabbed her arm and marched her down to the cellar. "You take something of mine that you're not supposed to have till you're 21 and you dressed like a slut for some guy no doubt." He started spouting off at her. "Tell me what do you have to say for yourself?!" He demanded.

His hand tightened around her arm. Clearly he had something to drink from the worry she had put him in. "Tell me what part of that contract we both signed did you not understand?" He asked. His eyes were bloodshot. "What punishment do you think you deserve and answer me truthfully by god."

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Chloe's body tensed at the sound of her father's voice and she spun around quickly, backing herself up against the small piece of wall that separated the window from her bed. Chloe's mouth opened, but nothing came out as he kept talking, she had no idea what to say because she honestly thought she had gotten away with it. Her mind was in a haze, and the instant panic of knowing her dad had caught her made it that much worse.

Though when he grabbed her, she was able to come to her senses a little bit and resisted his pulling for a minute, but found it useless so she instead followed him whimpering nervously down the stairs to the cellar. Chloe tried to take the chance he had given to explain herself, saying "But there wasn't any b--owwh, dad!" The way he gripped her arm was starting to hurt, and she could begin to smell the alcohol though she couldn't be sure if it was coming from him or from her, but as she looked in his face she could see that his eyes were pretty red which made her all the more worried about her punishment.

Finally as he stopped his angry speech she couldn't help but to feel a little anger herself, and expressed it. "You never let me do anything, dad! It's my birthday and my friends wanted to do something fun for me because you never do! There wasn't any boy that I dressed up for, I dressed up for me because I'm tired of wearing what you want me to! This is my life dad! I'm sorry I took your booze, but I didn't drink any, it didn't even get opened, so screw your stupid contract and screw you, too!" Chloe tried to retake control of her arm and break away from her father so she could go back upstairs to her room.

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Connor was taken aback some, and his eyes looked hurt. "After all I have done for you. You break the law and jeopardize our future because of your want to be rebellious on your birthday?!" He growled. "Go to your room. Don't even think about TV or anything. You're grounded till I call the cops, you little screw up."

He let go and turned before storming towards his room to prepare her punishment. He knew that going to the cops would shut her up. After all he had practically given her everything. And all she did in turn was piss him off and treat him like shit. Well no more! If she wanted to dress like that, then he'd make sure she would be a good little whore.

Connor had almost given up on her becoming his wife's replacement because he had begun to love as a father would but now! All he wanted to do to Daddy's little girl was domesticate and chain her. How dare she talk to him that way! He slammed the door behind him for added effect.

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Chloe had plenty to say in reply, but she closed her mouth tightly at the mention of the police, and hurt a little bit too, at him calling her a screw up. As far as she was concerned, she did everything she could---other than tonight---to make him happy. She did her best in school, striving to be one of the best in her grade so she'd have a better chance at college, she cleaned his house and usually made his dinner... how could he think that of her? So instead of totally getting her back up to defend herself, she just sort of glared at him, making a fairly valid point "If you're so worried about our future, do you really think it's a good idea to call the police?"

She left him to think about it, while she moved quickly up the stairs, cradling the spot on her arm where her dad held her so tightly. Once she got to her room she too slammed her door, but not for the drama. Chloe rubbed her face with a long and aggravated sigh, then simply pushed the things from her bed, tore back the covers and slumped face down into her pillow, screaming at the injustice her father committed against her by being such a strict man.

She laid face first in her pillow as long as her lungs could stand it, then turned over to grab her phone, texting Laura: ''totally busted... he was waiting for me in my room when I got back...'' Chloe was a bit surprised to get a coherent reply back, and they started a conversation about what had happened since she got back, which only refueled the fire within her that was just starting to dwindle.

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The next morning Connor walked into her room. "So, my little daughter. You want to dress in more revealing things? Here!" He threw her a slut outfit revolving around mesh panties and bra that would be see through. "You're not to wear anything else." He said simply. "You wanted me to lose my job over last night? Then you can see just what the life of a slut is." He was trying to teach her something.

"You think I am too strict? Well, I work very long days just so you can have whatever you want. I could have lost my job last night had you been busted by the cops at your little party because you're underage. You don't think the consequences are, by what you have done. So as your punishment I am going to give you exactly what you want. You can drink, smoke, and wear the sluttiest outfits you want. You can skip school, if that's what you want. But you're not to wear anything else other than what I give you." He said simply.

He then walked out. "Oh and believe me, from here on till this punishment is over you're to call me sir. I am not going to be your father while you wear these clothes. Rather, I am going to be the man of this house. You want to have sex with a man, fine. But it will be by my hand that you are deflowered. Do I make myself clear?" He asked. "And if you're wondering why I am doing this, simple. By the end of this, if you still like that kind of life, by all means I'll let you keep it. Something tells me you'll have a change of heart. Oh, and one more thing, not a word to your friends about this. You do, and I'll carry you to the cops myself and tell them why my 18 year old daughter was drinking."

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Her body jerked awake to hear her father in the room once more and Chloe rubbed her eyes with a groan while she moved to sit up in her bed. "What are you talking about?" She asked with a yawn, reaching for the material he threw at her. Her eyes widened at the skimpyness of the 'clothes' and she looked up at her dad, more awake now that he had her attention. "Where did you even get these?" Was the only question to her that seemed to matter, as he was so hell bent on making sure she was properly dressed it seemed beyond weird he'd have anything like this set of bra and panties any where near him.

As Chloe listened to his new 'rules' she looked at him totally stunned that he'd even think to offer to take her virginity, then smiled at him as she laughed a little, realizing it was just a joke to make her think. "Ohhkay...? I never wanted you to lose your job, daddy, and I'm sorry. I just wanted to have a little fun with my friends... but I get it. It was wrong to do and I'm sorry." She grabbed the bra and panties, then pushed herself out of bed, slightly embarrassed she was still wearing the clothes she had on the night before and extended her hand to give them back with another little chuckle. "I don't think I'd get two feet out of the house before the police snatched me up for indecent exposure anyway, let alone go to school. Lesson learned, daddy. I'm sorry." Chloe even moved to give him a warm hug, to show that she meant it.

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He blinked. "Daughter, you know the rules. You signed a contract stating you would follow through with your punishment." He was dead serious. "If 'fun' is what you want, then that's what you're going to get. Hopefully by the end of it all you'll truly know what is right and what is wrong. After all, have you ever heard of a boy having to smoke an entire pack of cigarettes because he had one. This is the same thing."

He walked out leaving her to contemplate what she had done. He had been angered and she must have known what she was getting into. "I want you in those clothes in five minutes. Breakfast is going to be in 10 minutes and then you can get a massage." He said calling back. He was simple in his moves. He smirked knowing she would be afraid now.

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Chloe pulled back from his body and stared up at him, completely dumbfounded by her father's seriousness. Yes, she signed a contract... but unless this punishment was in the fine print she knew she hadn't agreed to this. She shook her head and was starting to become worried and confused. "Y-you're taking this too far, dad."

But he didn't listen, he was already on his way out the door and mentioning something crazy about a massage... Chloe had no idea what to think, was this a test of some sort to see if she'd dress 'like a slut' again or actually make herself decent in the wake of her mistake? Unable to comprehend her dad acting this way and being serious---despite his demeanor---Chloe chose to put on a pair of PJ pants an an old gym shirt instead, hoping he was expecting this of her and not the former.

She took her chances, and pulled her hair back into a lazy bun as she made her way into the kitchen, keeping quiet until he said something first

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He looked up and squinted. "You're not wearing your punishment." He grabbed the contract and showed her that in fine print it said ANY kind of punishment. "I truly am sorry darling but we both know unless I break your habit of rebelliousness, you're going to just keep doing these things."

He sighed. "You know what you are to do. If this is what you want to wear, then this will have to do." He gripped her ass and gave it a good squeeze to show that indeed he was going to act like any normal man at her school. "You are going to have to understand that you did something really bad, and as such you are to pay the price. We have all done something severe as a punishment before, it's your turn to learn to follow your father's orders." He then spanked her roughly.


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Amber was beginning to feel a little tired of talking to people only to be informed that the store would keep her application on file though they were not actively hiring. It was a total waste of her time and she was beginning to really feel like no one wanted to hire her at all. The young red-head was just about to start slowly making her way back to the bus stop when she saw one more shop on the end of the strip with the bright colors of 'Comics' scrolled across the top a smile came to her face. She could remember fondly her brothers loving comic books while she was growing up and she held a certain secret fondness for the strong heroines that they would often depict. True she was not a comic book 'geek' so to speak and her knowledge of heroines was limited to only the really famous ones.

Deciding to give it one last go she crossed the parking lot to step into the store with the tiny bell chime ringing to announce the arrival someone it was a sound that had not rung all day. Amber blinked a few times as she stepped out of the bright lights and into the dusty store, her hand rising to pull her shades up off her eyes and tuck them on the top of her head. She wore a tight little black mini skirt with a set of fish-net stockings beneath it though her top was mesh as well leaving much of her stomach and arms bare beneath the black cross-crossing over her figure the black tube-top she wore beneath that kept her covered well enough.

On pure appearances Amber belonged at the Gap with the gaggles of teenagers, not in a comic shop where the opposite end of the social spectrum would converge. Yet there she was with her eyes moving over the walls of comics and the couple of tables set up for gamers feeling as though she had stepped through the doorway into a foreign word, "Hello?"

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At the ring of the bell, Greg lowered the book he had been reading while there was no one on the shop. Week days were always weak days, someone had once told him. Specially so at comic book stores. Most of the movement that earned him money and new customers came up during the weekends, holidays or sometimes on vacation schedules and larger events where he could advertise the merchandise, even though the usual client was one that knew beforehand what he wanted to get, read, buy and play.

This afternoon, there was really no players around. There had been an D&D group that had reserved a table for them to game their campaign on, but just hours ago they had called saying their GM had grown sick. Greg would have gladly GM'd something of his own homebrew adventures if they wished a one-night stand at roleplaying, but they had rather chosen to stay away this while. Their GM seemed pretty bad. Standing behind the counter, he towered over this curious visitor to his shop. Wearing a black shirt with the letters AC/DC quite clearly written in golden line, the tall, broad-shouldered man smiled a "Welcome!", voicing it with his bass tone.

More than tall, he was a big man. His hair had been clear shaven, but his beard neatly trimmed and groomed around his chin. Not that he was fat per se, but a little overweight. The last months had seen Greg neglecting exercising, after all. "How are you doing?", he smiled the gorgeous girl that stood into the shop, so completely out of place. Or rather not. The way she dressed denounced her as if possibly being a girl gamer, but he could not know yet. She was certainly a pretty girl. "How can I help you?"

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"I dunno, maybe" Amber said as she let her eyes slowly move over the shop and back toward him as she closed the distance between the door and the counter he stood behind. Toying with a tiny glass bauble hanging from around her neck she considered for a moment before deciding instead of going the route she had gone the entire day asking for an application she would try the direct approach. "That depends on whether or not you're going to hire me." Amber flashed him her brightest smile with a little coy tilt of her head even as she reached out to brush her fingertips over his arm.

"I really think you should. I'm a real quick study and cute as a button!" she announced with a giggle even as she lied through her teeth about how quickly she picked up on certain things. Still even a small paycheck before she got fired was more cash than she had on hand at the time all she needed to do was get her foot in the door.

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That had Greg chuckling aloud. He would laugh if it would not seem mocking, but he was sincerely amused by that sort of approach. Most usually came up with an application and a pleading look deep into their eyes, but this girl had just slid into his domain with a bright smile and a wicked wink on her eye that denounced there was something more to dig on her. "Well, that you are, cutie!", he smiled widely. "I just might hire you. Let's see."

The way she dressed made she look quite a little like a mix between an otaku fan and a schoolgirl. Greg simply smiled down as he came from behind the counter. "Tell me, what do you know about comics? Anything goes.", he asked her as he stared deep into her eyes. Damn, the girl was gorgeous, her body neat but her eyes... just so demanding, expectant. "And what about games? RPGs? Do you know any systems or play anything?"

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Amber was seeing that she was getting somewhere with this one causing her internal self to suddenly leap up for joy, that excitement translated in her facial features as a bright and almost bubbly smile adding an extra bounce in her face as she lifted her hands to cover her mouth holding in the squeal of delight. He had not hired her just yet so she tried to compose herself though reaching out her fingers would brush over his arm as she would talk, adding a tiny amount of physical contact to draw a connection between them.

"Well I was a huge fan of the X-men series when I was a kid, I thought Rogue was the best. Her and Storm because who doesn't dig a black chick with white hair right? Um, I saw the Avengers movie recently that was kind-of cool." She began to rattle of anything she could trying to grasp at straws to make it seem as though she knew at least a tiny bit of what she was talking about before he would ask about games. RPGs, the word drew a blank in her head as she thought for a moment, "Um, games? Well... I like truth or dare. Spin the bottle is definitely a classic... I guess I could mention strip-scrabble but honestly I'm so horrible at finding all those words in the jumbled up letters."

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The way she had squealed had won more points with him than she could have ever imagined it would. Greg smiled widely at that, noticing that perhaps it would be fun to have such a girl walking around and helping him with the chores and sells. Even more so if he could bring up the guts to ask her out, maybe lead her to the deposit one evening and perhaps... he shook the ideas from his head, however. That was not something very right to do, hmm? Still, Amber was such a hottie!

"Good, good.", he spoke once she had said about the X-Men. He nodded, listening with complete attention, before she suddenly made the joke about strip-scrabbled. He laughed aloud at that, but after a while he noticed she knew nothing about he had just asked her for real. "Really? You know nothing about RPG?", he asked her, scratching his head. Walking towards a stand, he took up a rulebook from an D&D edition, showing it off to her. "Never had any contact? Hmmm... well, I need my employees to know that they are selling, girl. Sorry."

[User] Amber had her hopes up so high for finally getting a job when he apologized for not finding her the kind of person he could hire she pouted, both hands reaching out to grab a hold of his forearm as her body bushed against his frame she invaded his personal space catching herself brushing her breasts against his bicep as she would look up at him with her best puppy-girl eyes, "Please just give me a chance? Pretty-pretty please? Just one week... I'll do absolutely---anything---you say I swear. I'll do anything... I'll even dress in costume and wave a banner in the street telling everyone to come to your store if that is what it takes." Her voice pausing for a moment as her eyes lowered from his gaze a moment she lowered her voice to a softer whisper as though to make the word more intimate, "Anything."

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Her scent was just so good... yet Greg ignored if she was really willing to do all that anything she implied. Anything could be just so many different things! But he knew better than to grope her and then throw himself a lawsuit to the neck with her accusing him of abuse and harassment. Nah, he knew way better. Still... "...hmm.", he mumbled as she pressed herself against him. He could feel how her soft breasts were compressing against his arm, as she leaned against him. "...what is your name, girl?"

As he asked to ease himself a little more, the shop owner took another time to look at her face, her puppy eyes made her look just ten times more charming and cutesy than he had ever noticed. "...do you like to dress up?", he finally said as he took a hand around her waist gently, keeping her close pressing against him, his hand threatening to run down along her rear but not so much just right now. "I could give you an experience time. You'll be paid for it, of course, but I guess I need to teach you what RPG is all about.", he smirked. "I'd like to have you in costumes around. Specially during events and roleplays."

[User] "Amber!" she announced with an eager willingness to keep her foot inside this door feeling as his hands would rest upon her hips. She noticed he was keeping very neutral that she began to have her own self-doubts that he was finding her sexually attractive. Most men she could at least tell, most would seem to sway a little more that she began to consider whether or not it would ruin her chances if she pushed her luck in such a venue. Though as he began to consider her suggestions she would smile brightly as her arms flung up to wrap around his neck and hug him for what she took to mean he was going to give her a chance. "Yes, yes of course. I have tons of clothes and I can sew and stuff... I can make costumes and stuff for the events you're talking about it'll be just like a costume party all the time! Oh thank you thank you I won't make you regret it I promise. You don't understand I've been looking for a job all day... I need the money so badly."

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Greg leaned back gently against the counter as she suddenly moved to hug him more tight, letting his hands wander against her ass softly. "Hey, no problem at that, girl.", he told her with a smile of his own, his hands lingering dangerously. It was enough to give her the hint that he found her just sooo cute, just so hot, yet if she grew angry he could claim he just slipped his hand without a thought. "...by the way, I'm Greg.", he smiled, nodding at her cutesy face. She was just sooo neat!

"That's great. I'll have you around always dressed in some costume or cosplaying. That should work as your working uniform, OK?", he smiled as he leaned further. "Well, I think I'll get you into our LARP group here. RPG is basically a make-believe game where we players tell a story.", he told her some more, still wishing that hug never to end.

[User] Amber would nod in agreement to everything that Greg was saying as her hands slowly slipped down off his shoulders. If she was annoyed at his hands wandering over her ass she offered no indication as the girlish giggle and bright smile would remain. Even when the hug ended she would continue to stay in his personal space as she started to think over the costumes that she could possibly come up with to support the store. "Sure thing, I would love to learn the ropes and more about this gaming stuff. Oh, um, so like will you help me by making suggestions for what costumes to wear? Like, is there something in particular I should go for—oh hey when is my first day of work?"

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Greg walked back towards the back of the counter, the girl simply following him with that smile on her face. Amber had some sort of presence into the room that made she look just so... different. Greg smiled as he reached under the counter to get some leaflets about roleplaying and RPGs in general. "Here, have these. They say a little about what we play around here." He turned towards the computer, switching the screen on and reaching through some links.

"Have me your address, please.", he told her as he clicked around, feeling her right over his shoulder. "It depends on what would you like to play as. You do have any sort of medieval clothing? Like, dresses and stuff? That could work neatly at first. There is just so many things you could wear for me.", he smiled. "...Amber, do you have a boyfriend?"

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Amber came behind him at the computer as she would run her hand over his shoulder as a woman who was quite prone to physical contact she seemed to have no issues stroking him across his shoulder as he would look up things on the computer. "Oh I live in Apartment A over at the Ray building on Bravo Street. I have a couple roommates during the school year but it's summer so they split back home," she spoke in idle conversation as she gave over her living arrangements she began to think more on her wardrobe options.

"I think I can come up with something, I have a few corsets and things though not much in long skirts. Oh! I think I have one wench outfit from a halloween awhile back that might work. I could probably get more if needed, just give me a couple day's notice and I can make just about anything," she suggested. Tapping her fingertips on her lower lip she was still thinking about clothes when he would pose the idle question of her boyfriend. "Mmm boyfriend? Oh, nah. I don't have a lot of luck with boyfriends," she would say with an idle dismissal of the question. In truth part of the reason was most the kids on the college campus knew her reputation and men were typically more interested in other things than actually dating her. She had had a few boyfriends though none would tend to stick with her for more than a month.

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Greg blushed gently once he felt her hand against his shoulder. Her touch was never leaving him, as if she needed, craved to touch him further. Maybe it was her technique to convince him to have her the job, and for a moment Greg was glad he was sitting and she stood behind him, so that she would not just right now notice his red cheeks. He typed her register on his forms quickly, as he needed to keep a file about her. Her address was not far, really. Actually, it was quite close. "Really? Well, that's great.", he told her with a soft smile. "I'd tell you to stay around so I can teach you to play and about gaming some more, but if you have a place of yours I could go with you there."

And she had no boyfriend. All for the better. Not that Greg was right now seeking for a partner, but it would be nice to entertain dreams of him having that sweet, auburn-haired girl. She was too sweet. "A wench outfit could work wonderfully for starters, yeah.", he nodded. "Hmm. Corsets and dresses with both longer and shorter skirts could do wonderfully. Robes and capes too." That ended up giving him an idea. "You'll start on the job tomorrow. If you manage to be here on the morning about 7 o'clock, and stay the whole day?"

"I guess we could even start today? Do you have any plans? Otherwise you can stay around and we can start right up." Greg smiled as he turned towards her, his head level with her breasts. For a moment he stared shamelessly before noticing what he had just done, and blushed up.

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Amber found him incredibly sweet that she felt a little lucky that he wasn't some kind of lecherous man in spite of how she was dressed. When he finished typing on the computer she turned a bit, her hands moving behind her as she would lean slightly back against the counter her eyes would turn away as she considered her plans for the evening. "Well this was going to be my very last stop for trying to get a job then I was going to go home. I guess I could stay a lil' longer if you need help... I was just thinking I might go home and try and put together an outfit for you tomorrow."

Lifting her fingers to the little glass bauble around her neck she began to suck on the end of it, playing it over her lips as though it were an idle tick, something to do while she was thinking, "When does the shop close? I mean if you're not busy and stuff maybe you could help me pick out my 'uniform' ya'know, until I get the hang of it."

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For a moment, he looked back to her. Damn, she was a cutie. And a hottie at the same time. It was just so... weird! Greg was not used to dealing so closely to girls, specially good looking and willing girls as Amber. She was winning him with every little gesture. He imagined if she would like to use her lips elsewhere as well. "Hmm, I see. Well, you know what? I usually close the place around 19:00. It's... about 18:00. Week days are weak days here. We can close up right now and start working on it, hmm?" Her words, her voice, her perfume... Greg could not know if he would stay up to himself around this one.

"You know what? I have an idea.", he smiled widely towards her. "I do have some costumes around here, on the deposit. Things we keep around for events. Most are men's clothes, though I think I can make some work for you." He stood gently, stretching his legs. "I think we could start with the basics of roleplay as you dress up. We can even make a test playing to you, hmm? I believe you'll like it."

[User] Amber's eyes lit up as he offered to try teaching her how to roleplay right then and there. It only would seem to solidify the job not to mention the idea of trying out the 'make-believe' would appeal to her. It seemed so simple and innocent, like the sort of things little girls would do that she could not help but see the nostalgia of it. The squeal of excitement echoing from her voice as she bounced once in place she would nod even before her lips would speak the words, "Oh yes! I would really like that!"

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"OK! Awesome!" Greg was slowly getting ideas out of Amber's apparent complete willingness to stay around a guy like him, always jolly and smiling and cute. She would be quite an addition to the store's staff, that currently was only him but by the delivery man, Frank. Standing up from the chair, he patted down on her hair, caressing her curls gently, playfully. Greg really towered over the girl. "Well, it's pretty much like a 'make-believe'. I guess you've played like that when younger, hmm?", he told her as he beckoned her to follow before getting to the door and locking it, turning the 'open' sign to 'closed'.

"Basically, we guys here just keep playing that! We call it Roleplaying Games, or RPG.", he kept explaining as he went to the back door that lead into a crowded deposit, opening it and smiling. "Come on, Amber.", he told her before disappearing into it. The place was filled with boxes with comics and books and stuff from plastic miniatures to other rarer stuffs not on display at the shop. But mainly, on the right wall, there was a long rack with all manners of clothes hanging on it. Most were on rather darker colors and long clothes like robes and capes and cloaks. "Come in here! I think I have just the thing for us to get started!"