Curse it

“What the hell do you want, you freak?!” You ask without thinking. You feel the hands grab your tits again, but this time they are scorching hot, making your bare skin feel as if it was on fire. The pain causes you to whip back and forth to try to shake them off, but they’re ghost hands, what the hell are you supposed to do? “Ahhh Fuck fuck! Stop!” You beg, and just as quickly as the pain started, it stopped. You look down at your tits but there isn’t a mark on them, all that pain was just in your head. This pisses you off even more.

“This is your grand plan, huh? Picking on an innocent woman?” You curse out into the darkness. “You fucking prick!”

You close your eyes and tighten your muscles, expecting the burning pain to resume and half relishing it. At least then you’d know you were getting to him. But… nothing. You see headlights appear in the distance as a small car rounds the corner to your left. You would give anything to cover yourself up. You’d even consider jumping off the bridge and dealing with the freezing water. But the binds have already bested you once, and you can do nothing but wait there, splayed out and exposed, and hope that the demon had left you alone to deal with whoever was in the car.

As the small sports car approached, it began swerving erratically on the road. Oh fuck the driver’s drunk! You panicked as it made its way onto the shoulder, then yanked back the opposite direction, crossing both the empty oncoming lane and mounting the sidewalk. When it swerved back again it looked like the thing was going to smash right into you. You had just enough time to close your eyes and realize you probably shouldn’t have cursed out a literal demon before the car yanked back again, missing you by inches. It slid to a stop sideways, blocking both lanes. The driver’s door swung open of its own accord and a woman was ejected out of the side as if she was getting dragged out by a carjacker. Her blonde hair was unnaturally upright, held by an invisible hand. Her black cocktail dress was torn up as the demon pulled her along the pavement on her backside. She kicked and swatted at the invisible ****, losing her high heels in the process, but to no avail.

“THAT REALLY HURTS! STOP!” The woman cried out just as uselessly as you. The demon pulled her to the curb and tossed her down at your feet. She whimpered and rubbed her scalp, looking around as if expecting to be jumped again. She shrieked slightly when she finally noticed you, splayed up on the railing.

“Who the hell are you!?!?” She demanded.

“Apparently another one of the demon’s victims.” You said. “My name is Jasmine.” You wiggle your hand, showing that you can’t offer it for a shake. The woman stares at your binds with a blank expression for a moment. It seems to take a little longer for the neurons to fire in this one, causing you to wonder if the blonde stereotypes were true all this time. “I’m… Moira.” You wonder if it was a fake name and kick yourself for not offering one yourself. Not that she’d have any way of connecting it to you, once you finally got out of this mess and went home… but still.

Moira nods. Then she gets up and reaches for your restraint to untie it, but suddenly jerks back and falls to the ground again as if slapped. “Apparently it doesn’t like that.” She rubbed her jaw and growled as she climbed back to her feet.

“He made my friends tie me up here and take off hours ago.” You notice Moira’s eyes flit to your chained breasts. “And he gave me those. What about you?” Moira sheepishly pulled up the front of her dress. She had been fitted with a set of metal panties with no obvious way to open and remove them.

“It’s a chastity belt,” She added at your confused face. “I had to look it up online. There doesn’t seem to be any way to get it off.”

You shook your head and gave a defeated laugh.

“What’s so funny?” She demanded.

“He keeps telling me I don’t have enough fun and he’s been throwing me at men for two days now. Seems like you have the opposite problem.”

“It talks to you!?” Moira looked insulted. “I’ve just been getting dragged around without any goddamned idea why! I’ve been trying to figure out what certain things mean-OW!” Her breasts were suddenly yanked forward and down, pulling her off-balance. She tried to cover her breasts, but couldn’t as it **** her to fall onto her hands and knees. The demon “walked” her in long circles around the bridge, pulling up her ripped dress as she did to expose her backside to the night air. You hear Moira yelp a few times as the demon apparently swats her ass, causing her hips to jolt to one side or the other. After a few painful-looking laps of this, the demon begins dragging her back in your direction.

“No…no…not again…” Moira begs as she is made to crawl towards you. You can tell where this is going and don’t like it at all.

“Hold on! This is not fun!” You try to pull away once more, but achieve nothing. Moira is yanked forward, her pathetic protesting devolving into whimpers. They are muffled when the invisible hand grabs her head and shoves it into your crotch. “I am not… Stop…” You gasp as Moira licks your pussy lips. The sudden heat from her tongue feels even wilder against your cold skin.

She’s clearly not into it, but given her protests this is clearly not the first time he’s compelled it from her. To your immense shame, it feels really, really fucking good. Your body goes warm and each aggressive lick runs right up your nerves to your brain, making you twitch and quiver with pleasure. You open your mouth to lie, to tell the demon how much you hate it, but only a non-verbal “Guaahhhh” emerges from your lips. You scowl at your body’s betrayal - every damned time the demon forces you into these situations, you can’t help but feel like a wanton slut. You have no way of knowing how much of it is his doing. But you fear that more of this is your own fault than you’d like to admit.

Just like on the train, there’s nothing to but try to relax and let it happen. It’s getting easier each time is the last coherent thought you have before you tip over the edge into another climax. You’d never had one before this trip, but you were sadly making up for lost time now. When your body finally stopped shaking, you felt the fabric around your wrists and ankles loosen of their own accord, allowing you to step forward on wobbly legs.

“Uh… Thanks.” You say to Moira, unsure of what the protocol is when some stranger was **** to get you off. “...Good luck?” Moira shakes her head like she’s trying to clear it, but doesn’t respond. Asking for a ride seems like a bad idea, so you don’t. While Moira shakily climbs into the driver’s seat, you start to walk towards the city, back in the direction Moira was driving from. Suddenly the demon grabs your shoulders and spins you around to face the stopped car again. The passenger door opens, and the demon frog-marches you towards the car, then forces your head down to shove you inside. You can only stammer out a small “sorry” as your pussy juices slick on the leather seat, but Moira looks more terrified than upset.

“What is it saying?!” Moira demanded.

“Nothing!” You said. “He hasn’t said anything!”

The doors to the car slam shut on either side of you. The seat belts for both you and Moira unroll themselves and leap across your chests and arms, clicking home and tightening until both of you are pinned down and immobilized. Both of you scream as the car throws itself into gear and tears off down the road, controlled only by your demonic tormentor.