Of Darkness and Demons

Disclaimer type thing: Okay, this is all original, all me, period, my copyright and everything. Got that? Good. Now, none of these are things I\'d like to partake in, this is particularly dark fiction, for you sicko\'s who get off on the violence you shouldn\'t go past the first story as it\'s the only one that\'ll be as gratuitous. That being said: on with the story!

Oh yes, this is my first genuine attempt at naughty fiction, so I\'m warning you now... oh, and no I\'m not a fan of Blackjack Smut, hence the outcome of the story.

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It was dark.

Rather simple that concept, very simple, so simple one would never suspect that it could lead to such powerful and, forgive the pun, dark emotions as fear. Or that it could cause a brave man to panic like a scared child. For Ezekiel however, it merely brought curiosity, if fear was there it was far in the background.

Something was over his face, from the scent of leather and the feel of it as well as the distinct sensation of cold metal zippers, he guessed it was a hood, particularly one with a rather erotic intent. What that creeping fear in the back of his mind was, however, was that there was very little erotic intent for him. He paused in his musings and listened and sniffed the air, he could hear a steady but slow drip of water, as well as smell what could be mildew. He frowned inwardly, whoever his captors were didn\'t keep the place tidy, a basement he was guessing.

He tried moving, something he knew would be useless, only to discover he was right and was chained spread eagled to a cold damp wall. He felt bereft of most garments, though he could feel something covering his crotch, it also felt leather and he began to pray against chafing.

Not hearing anything else save a faint humm from somewhere, likely a building generator or water heater or something of the like, he decided he could only wait. And wait. And wait. Finally he heard something, the jingle of keys, the sound of a bolt lock comming undone, and what might have been a pad lock on top of that. The rusty opening of a door and the prompt closing of it with a clang. Metal. This place must be a dive.

The footsteps got closer and he braced himself for anything. There was a spart of anger welling within him. Here he was bound and gagged (after a fashion) at the mercy of the three he heard enter and they wouldn\'t even let him see their cowardly faces. What was expected came, a swift punch to the gut, strong, but there was something to it, something feminine. Needless to say he let out a breath of air as he knew fighting it might tip them off.

“Wakey wakey dear, mommy’s going to show you some fear.” said a feminine voice in a sing song manner. He felt like he’d be more comfortable with men about to rape and kill him, women were another story. Vindictive, period.

“Wh-where am I?” he stammered, he knew how to act afraid, it may not be an emotion he experienced often of late but as far as his past was concern he was very intimate with fear.

Another feminine voice, deeper, and a touch more cruel, “You shouldn’t be worrying ‘bout that, aunty is going to make sure the ‘where’ don’t even enter your head by the time we’re through with you.” though it was a raw and unrefined cruelty. He wasn’t even going to have an artist work him over in his final moments.
Another fist, this one meatier, but still soft and feminine, didn’t mean there wasn’t force behind it. Another grunt of pain and he made his voice more panicked “What the hell are you going to do to me?!” he said as that small flame of anger within fluttered and grew, not only had they bound him to sate their fetish for feeling like gods, but they were amateurs as well. The third must be a camera man or the like.

There was a pause, not a good sign he imagines, he heard the rustle of cloth and then a metal *click* before feeling something cold press into the side of his skull. “Know what this is?” came the first voice now edged with danger he felt a presence near his ear before he heard a whispered voice “that’s right, bang!” she said softly whoever she was. He was about to call her Bouncy and the other Helga as he imagined them in his minds eye.

Yes, this was definitely not good, however waking up bound spread eagled with a bondage hood over your head was typically not something synonymous with good things. Ezekiel was especially not thrilled with being bound, helpless, at the mercy of these crude captors. It was degrading let alone insulting! That was when his vision went crimson, he still couldn’t see, but somewhere in his mind he had snapped, he thrashed out towards Bouncy or whichever bitch was in his way with a snarl of pure rage as if a man possessed. He knew the folly of this and had confirmation when he heard a report ring through the basement and the near deafening shot of a gun right near his ear. Thankfully the bullet went behind his head as opposed to through it.

“Why you little shit!” growled Bouncy as he heard the click of the gun and felt the metal press against his throat.

Thankfully, and surprisingly Helga intervened, “Now now Mary, his reaction is understandable, you can’t expect every red blooded male to be smart enough to grovel when faced with their iminent demise.” she said in a voice he was sure she though sounded like honey. “Still, the fucker might like to know his death won’t be completely pleasant.” he then felt that meaty hand rubbing against his crotch. When a second smaller hand joined the first his body couldn’t help but react. Though he felt something strange in that reaction as well.

A light laugh and some tugging and soon the article of clothing that covered his crotch was gone. He felt his cock hit the cold air and almost immediately shrink back into his body, he was surprised that the scant garment, leather he imagined, managed to keep him that warm. “Awww, how precious.” he heard Mary say with a giggle and Ezekiel winced. Well, they could be a lot more cruel, and if not for their intention to kill him he might enjoy this. Well, that and if he wasn’t bound, that was their main mistake, he tested the shackles lightly but only felt the circulation of his wrists getting cut off and growled lightly.

An attempt at a husky sultry laugh “I’ll wake him up.” he heard Helga say and soon found the wetness of a tongue running over his shriveled member and a thick hand massaging his genitals, again he was surprised how swiftly he begin to grow. “See, little boy likes it, must be some twisted bastard to be getting off on this.” He felt his face heat to a temperature akin to the crimson of his vision.

The tongue returned, running up and down the length of his shaft, swirling around the head of his now throbbing member. He couldn’t help but let out a soft moan when a second tongue joined the first. A more slender hand gripped his ass rather tightly as he felt the two mouths working his cock and a hand kneading his balls. He winced when the meaty paw squeezed just enough to cause a little pain but let up so that he failed to lose his reaction. His arm jerked against the chains and he heard them both laugh before he felt that metal barrel press against his stomach “No moving fucker. You should be glad you’re having us give you a suckoff before you go.”

The rage boiled, it burned, they continued to lick his cock apparently taking turns sucking the head into their mouths, sometimes to the back of their throat, all in all they weren’t too good however. Still, seemed his body wasn’t complaining. The Helga bitch spoke again “Jim, turn the wheel there, make our man appreciate what pleasure he’s receiving in life.” he then heard a clinking sound and groaned, he knew what was coming. Sure enough he soon felt his arms and legs being stretched further. At first it was merely uncomfortable in the light of the dick sucking still going on but that changed.

“Hey, let’s see if we can get him off before the pain fucks with his pecker!” Mary said with a laugh, like a child playing some sort of game, these were some weird women. Still... he imagined it could be worse. Maybe.

Their skill increased somewhat apparently, when they sucked they began to use their tongues a bit more and took him in deeper, he wasn’t too large, seven inches and about two thick, larger than the average Joe or so some reports would say. Still, he didn’t want to give them any sort of satisfaction even if it did mean one partially pleasant... who was he kidding! This was revolting being their toy before they took his life as casually as swiping a 20 from a guy they picked up in a bar.

Ezekiel felt the chains pulling, stretching him to his limits, his shoulder popped, one more moment of comfort before death. He felt the shackles digging into his writs, cutting him, his ankles as well, he felt warm wet blood begin pouring down his arms and his ankles and feet. Finally the pain was such his erection must have died for the two bitches weren’t sucking anymore. He grunted in pain and gritted his teeth.

The fat one chuckled, and he heard her step forward, “Heh, this one’s good, others are typically screaming when they feel the blood.”

Pain.

“Yeah, perhaps we should pull his arms from his sockets before he dies...” Mary said that as her hand caressed his chest before raking it with some rather sharp nails.

Anger.

A scoff from the fat bitch, even if she wasn’t he imagined her as one in his minds eye, she at least had fat hands which was good enough to go off of “No, I want to get this over with, we have enough on tape to sell.”

Disgust.

Ezekiel strained against his bonds sending more blood down his arms, his muscles tensed and flexed and felt like they’d rip through his very flesh. These two were mocking him as he was bound and helpless! He hated being tied! Then he felt a pulling elsewhere... around his neck the hood was apparently sealed with a collar, and soon he felt that pressing against his trachea. They weren’t satisfied with ripping him apart and blowing him away, now they had to strangle him too! That was too much.

Rage, Hate, Wrath... vengeance.

He felt that damnable metal barrel once again, this time at his temple. “Time to say goodbye dick, pity you didn’t cum, could have had one final bit of pleasure befo-”

Then time stopped.

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Ezekiel found himself in a dark basement, a couple ugly bulbs burned and flickered in and out, he was at a table with a black lace tablecloth and a candle in the center. A glass of dark red wine sat before him and across from him... something he knew to be unholy.

A man, elegant and refined in manner though with a suave air about him, it took Ezekiel a moment to realize this was a variation of himself. Perhaps if his thick hair were a little more manageable, his facial features a little more symmetrical, and his face a little more clean shave save for the devilishly trimmed goatee. “Hello Zeke.” said the man, “I’m Azhael.”

Ezekiel looked about the room for a moment and noticed there were only bricks and pipes and a running water heater, no door or window or anything else of significance. Zeke looked to the man before him and lifted a brow “Am I dead, or has the lack of blood to my brain given me delusions?” the question was meant to be rhetorical, but this was all too strange.

“Neither.” The man calling himself Azhael said. “We’re in a tough spot I must say, to sum it up I’m piggybacking on your soul, should you die, I find myself in a sticky situation, so I’m willing to cut you a deal.”

Did the man have horns a moment ago, let alone that long tail, a tail which made Zeke think it’s uses were for far more than balance. The room shaked a bit and some dust fell from the ceiling. “What sort of deal?” he asked simply. He felt now was not a time for being skeptical, doubtful, or in anyway difficult should this hallucination actually hold some key to survival.

A smile crossed the mans face and Ezekiel was suddenly thinking of an old saying about making a deal with the devil. “Simple my friend, I get bored, you’re an alright, fun enough for you and yours, but I require a little more stimulus you might say.” Zeke nodded, he had a sense of where this was going. “Let me out now and then, to have some fun and enjoy myself, and I’ll do my best to help you in your life, including keeping it around.”

Zeke nodded “I have a feeling I’m going to regret this but I accept, so long as I can call you back if I think things are going out of hand.” Azhael winced and Zeke knew he might have scored a point of leverage over this situation, if this hallucination could truly take over his body.

“Fine.”

And they shook. Almost by instinct Zeke took a drink from his glass of wine, it was rich, heady, with an odd coppery taste akin to blood. He thought better than to ask questions as he passed the glass to his host and warped version of a roommate who in turn drank from the glass. That’s when everything snapped back and the world became red as blood.

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“Time to say goodbye dick, pity you didn’t cum, could have had one final bit of pleasure before I put a bullet through your -” This time the cut off was for another reason.

Zeke’s fist was now wrapped around Helga’s wrist, he bent her arm back with surprising strength, and smiled behind that hood. Pull the trigger. He thought, and she did, the gunshot still reverberated through the air when he heard the body drop. That must have been their camera man for he heard Mary give a shrill scream of pure terror, how he loved the taste of terror.

His other hand came up, the sound of snapping chains was so satisfying to his ears, he’d have to get the boy some real women as thanks, there was always such pleasure in role reversal... so long as he was the one with the advantage of course. He heard the gun clatter to the ground and promptly stepped on the firearm not wanting Mary to get it and surprise him. Azhael didn’t know if he had his full powers in this form but he didn’t want to try his luck just yet. As he pondered such thoughts he squeezed, much as a person might swat a fly while being grossly involved in a suspense novel.

A muffled cry, a crack, and a gurgle and he nearly came from the sensation of a life slipping away in such a manner. It was good to be allowed to play on Earth. This punishment wasn’t so bad after all. He casually tossed the corpse to the side and ripped his legs from their binds hearing that musical sound of snapping chains once again. By the lord on high he hated being bound.

Reaching up he undid the clasp on his collar, which is to say a rather sharp and new talon sliced through the leather and he practically ripped the mask from his face. Looking down at a cowering Mary he smiled. “Now my dear,” he said in a deep and hollow voice, normally it would be rich and seductive however he was still quite pissed to say the least.. “You’re going to get a little taste of hell, and if you’re good some of Heaven.” he smiled wickedly. “Then I’ll send you to the former personally.”

Judging from the scream his words had elicited the appropriate reaction.

****Too be continued. If I like writing this and get good reviews and all that fun stuff then I’ll continue the series past this little short story.*****