You Feel at Home

You stroll into the dungeon, your seven inch metal high heels clacking the ground menacingly.

Carrie is right beside you. Her latex mini dress and spiked collar shine in the dim light. Her thigh high black boots grip her muscular legs tightly.

She looks around the room and settles on a waifish blonde with a rebellious smile.

Carrie begins to go to work. The rebellious smile is gone instantly and moments later she is screaming. You love watching Carrie work. She moves like a ballet dancer, poking and slapping, each move designed to bring pain.

Her performance is making you wet and you struggle to turn away. Eventually, a black haired young woman gains your attention. Instead of a smile her expression is one of determination. She reeks of compassion and goodness.

You stroll toward her. Your slow gait allows her fear to build.

“Hello, little bird, what’s your name.” You whisper sweetly.

She looks at you defiantly.

You begin your fun, poking your razor sharp talons into sensitive flesh. She has a most delightful scream.

As you switch implements to a cat-o-nine tails, you grin. You could spend days down here.

As you whip her, you realize she is going to lose consciousness soon. Carrie has finished and gone and you suppose your victim is in need of a break.

You step out. You strut to the elevator, enjoying the deference everyone gives you as Abbadon’s protege.

On the elevator you spot a haughty pride demoness. She is bragging about her wealth and power. You drop your pen and turn to her.

“I think you dropped your pen.”

She looks at you and realizes who you are.

“I don’t think…”

“That’s right, you don’t. Now pick up your pen.”

She bends down and you spank her ass. She yelps. You spank her her again. She quickly grabs the pen and stands back up. If her skin weren’t already a demonic red, you’re quite sure she would be cherry colored.

“I think you have my pen.”

“This? Yes, I’m sure it’s yours. Please take it back.”

You enjoy her groveling and feed off her pain.

“Thank you. Don’t be stealing my pens though, or I’ll really have to punish you.”

She cringes and backs away from you, shrinking into the corner.

You smile, so many lesser demons to play with. Still you aren’t very powerful and if you play with the wrong demon…

You exit the building wondering what Carrie is up to.