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He felt off the moment he told her to basically fuck herself and left the hotel room. something was definitely wrong with him. Each step he took he felt bizarrely more dizzy.
By the third step he took he held onto the side of the hotel building, drool beginning to ooze down his lips, sweat glistened his face.
The demon took another step, his legs trembling beneath him. He looked disoriented, eyes rolling back slightly.
He tried to speak but only a groan escaped his lips. with another step, his legs give out and he collapsed forward onto the ground on all fours.
Before he knew what was even happening, a pair of hands grabbed at his ankles dragging him back in the hotel room.
As he’s back in the room, his limp body was thrown onto the mattress roughly.
The lady struck like a cobra, lifting him up roughly, grabbing a fistful of his shirt lifting his limp arms up and tore his shirt off of his body tossing it aside like his flannel.
His bare chest heaved as he struggled to breathe, his muscles completely limp and useless. He was completely at her mercy as she kicked his legs apart, grabbing his wrists and chaining them above his head.
A soft groan escaped his lips as he felt the cold metal of the handcuffs bite into his wrists. His body was too limp to resist as she manhandled him. His mind fuzzy, thoughts slow and muddled.
The lady sighed, wiping the drool with his black shirt before grabbing one of the hotel towels and shoving it deep in his mouth.
The demon’s eyes fluttered weakly as the towel was forced into his mouth, gagging him. The ketamine made everything feel dream-like and distant- sounds and voices muted. All he could do was lay there, and take it.
“I told you, I just wanted to have a good time tonight, is that so fucking hard to ask for these days?” she hissed through gritted teeth before displaying the knife slowly twirling it around her fingers, letting it hover over him slowly lowered it closer and closer to his chest.
He couldn’t speak around the gag, only muffled grunts escaping his lips as he watched the knife slowly began to slice in beginning to carve the letter E on his chest.
A muffled scream tried to escape as the blade broke through his skin making her smile that the gag only allows a garbled whimpering noise to escape.
She hushed him as his body shook while her knife carved deeper, blood welling up and spilling out messily. the letter ‘E’ heavily carved on his chest messy and gruesome.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Pain and fear mixing with the ketamine haze. He could only lay there and take it, completely useless.
After the E was messily carved on his chest, the lady only started up again and dragged the knife through another letter.
That letter being L.
The demon’s body jerked with each messy cut, pain lacing through him. His mind was a whirlwind of terror and confusion, the drug making it hard for him to think clearly. The letters EL engraved on his chest as an eternal mark of some form of ownership.
A sickly sweet hum erupts from her lips as a handful of salt is smeared over his chest, making him let out a whimpered cry. His vision blurred as more tears streamed down his face and the drug making him feel worse.
The lady rolled off his waist, beginning to smirk at him watching him writhe around his restraints from the stinging sensation of the salt.
She enjoyed making the weaker sex writhe and thrash about but for some odd reason this man in front of her was a different breed. She sighs, pulling the gag from his mouth and starts playing with his wound, rubbing it and putting her finger in his wound so she can finger it.
A choked sound escaped his throat as she probed his markings, admiring his choked sounds of pain.
She watched him attempt to pull away from her torturous touch until she pulls at his belt buckle, thrusting it undone and pulling at his fly to get his cock out.
The humiliation was clear on his face making the exposure of his cock more degrading against the brutal pain.
The lady laughs darkly, seeing his exposed cock free from his pants. “Let’s see what you got hiding down here.”
He whimpered as she handled his now semi-hard cock, the humiliation and pain making it respond against his will. The ketamine made his movements sluggish, and he couldn’t fight the way she had been with him.
A pain, choked moan slipped past his lips as her tongue touched his sensitive skin, the contrast of pleasure and pain making his head suddenly spin. His hips involuntarily lifted, an instinctual response that he immediately regretted, face flushed with shame.
“Oh, does someone like this?” She coos darkly at him.
The demon’s gaze, hazy with pain and drugs met The lady’s, and he shook his head frantically, trying desperately to deny the truth which was clear in the way his body reacted, his cock twitched and leaking pre-cum.
The lady looks at him, a thoughtful gaze on her face before sucking his tip harshly gripping his waist.
A loud pained cry tore from his throat as the lady began sucking hard and fast, her teeth scraping against his sensitive tip. The pleasure bordering on pain made his back arch, his fingers clenching and unclenching in his restraints. The sensation was overwhelming, and he felt like he was losing his mind.
The lady took more of his length in her mouth, using her mouth as a suction cup, taking him inch by inch.
His head fell back, pressing against the restraints as she takes him deeper again, a mix of tortured moans and pleasured groans escaped his lips. Everything was so intense.
She continued to tase him pulling away from his cock with a wet pop “How was that huh?” The lady crooned, watching him squirm and let out tortured moans.
The lady asked again and this time he thrashed his head side to side, drool leaking from his mouth as he let out a guttural, tortured noise. His body was practically on fire, the teasing a whole new level of torture added to his agony.
She smirked going to continue to suck him off, feeling the demon’s full length consume her entire mouth.
He let out a wail as she finally took him all, his entire length twitched in her warm, wet mouth. His body convulsed, pulling at his restraints as he felt himself getting closer to his high. The pain and unwanted pleasure was too much, and he felt like he was gonna break apart.
The lady sucked hard on his cock, slipping her hand up and pinching and tweaking his nipple.
The demon’s eyes rolled back as he felt her pinch his nipple hard, the sudden burst of pain sent him over the edge. He lets out a scream and came, his body arching off the bed as he spilled himself into the lady’s mouth. The orgasm was intense, mixing with the pain of his wounds to create a hellish release.
Instead of swallowing his cum, she pulls him close and ripped his jaw on open and spits his own release in his mouth.
His eyes widened in shock and humiliation as she offered him to swallow all his release, he gagged but reluctantly obeyed, coughing and gasping, body shaking as he tries to clear his throat of the taste and sensation of his own release. Eyes watering, as he lets out a whimper, feeling the burning humiliation.
“Taste good?” She huskily joked, thumbs over his lips as he missed some of his release tasting him.
He flinched at her touch,body trembling from the ordeal. The lingering taste of his own release making him feel sick.
The lady got off admiring his spent cock. It’s still sticky, she sighed once more. “Probably should clean this up huh?”
With that, he lay there, utterly broken and vulnerable, body aching from the combination of the forced sexual release and physical pain. The sight of her admiring his spent cock made his stomach churn. The sticky mess was a constant reminder of his humiliation.
Puddles lay on the side but that doesn’t stop the lady from further humiliating The demon. She forced his jaw open again making him finish what was left of his own release again making him feel sick and ashamed.
After further humiliating the demon again, she tucks his limp sticky cock away, the fabric rubbed against his sensitive skin. He let out another soft whimper of discomfort.
His jeans are zipped and he’s still vulnerable, feeling like property and not a human being.
The lady disappeared and returned, straddling him again, pushing his head to the side to show his neck.
“Now sleep,” she hissed before plunging the unknown substance in his neck.
His heart raced as he felt the cold tip of the syringe press against his neck. The fear and humiliation of his earlier ordeal made him go absolutely still. The drugs burned slightly as they entered his bloodstream, and his vision began to swim. His limbs grew heavy, and he struggled to maintain his senses before everything went black.