A Nation Without Borders (Akuro and LataPaine)

[Akuro]

The view from the top of the administration office's balcony towered over the vast city below.

Once, he had thought the previous rulers had designed it like this to remind everyone of where they stood. To keep the beggars underneath, the middling citizens cautious of their attention and for the nobility to understand that despite all their gained wealth, within this city, there was someone who towered over them still. That no one would be allowed to defy them, from every single filth-eating roach to all the pampered pigs that stuffed themselves silly with excess. Everyone had their place, and no one would be allowed to be higher than the one who sat in this office.

Now that Mikael had personally executed the previous administration's key figures and taken over their rule, he is beginning to think that perhaps they just truly liked the view from the balcony.

Watching the sunrise over the mountainous peaks of the horizon to the right, the sunset's slow drift to a slumbering peak to the left, and the brilliant city that lit up the night sky to the front. There were certainly worse places to see after a long day's work, and despite himself, it was not a view he ever got tired of. Especially when it could be enjoyed with other pleasures.

"Schluck...shluck...schluck..."

He grunts, a low rumble in his throat that serves to only encourage Nima's tender morning blowjob session. He runs a hand through her long raven hair, tangling tresses of the silk-like strands in his fingers as his favored slave continued to take his cock into her mouth. Her velvety tongue folded out like a personal carpet to his girth, caressing his underside as she took him deeper and deeper, opening her throat and skillfully engulfing his length with a willingness born of both long practice and her unwavering devotion.

Nima pauses for a moment there, with her lips filled with his thick rod of meat and her sky blue eyes fluttering at him with almost religous adoration. He meets that bright shining gaze with his own emerald orbs, his features retaining the aloof stoicism that he had become known and feared for as he spoke briefly,

"Good girl," He said, patting the crown of her head with a gentleness he reserved only for his most trusted servant, "Now finish up."

Nima hums happily under his praise and then, as if a switch had been flicked, began to truly display the prowess of her cock-sucking. One hand rose from her lap to cup Mikael's heavy balls, massaging the cum-filled sacks as she frantically spit-shined his length. His now saliva drench bitchbreaker only served to make her efforts all the more frantic, all the more potent and all the more pleasurable as she continued to mash herself onto his meat. Lost to her desires, Nima puckers her lips and moans, deep from within her gut, and greedily coaxed every drop of oozing precum down her trained throat. She suckled and licked and worshipped at the altar of his cock, the young woman focusing her entire being on servicing her master's fuckstick with a fanatical zeal that would have eclipsed the faith of the most saintly priest in the world.

Mikael brings his hand to the back of her head, encouraging her to take him even deeper. And like the born cumslut that she is, Nima is only eager to obey. Desperate to bring her virile ruler some relief, her efforts become more erratic and greedy. Her tongue lavishes every inch of sensitive skin and every minuscule crevice, teasingly flicking across where his sack and his rod met, and sensually probing the entrance to his urethra as if it had embarked on a daring quest in search of his seed. Her unrelenting assault onto his cock furiously broils the welling lake in his loins. Until, with a final glorious impalement of her throat, the dam that holds back Mikael's cum from the waiting reservoir that was her belly breaks underneath her skillful begging, and Nima hungrily keeps herself locked onto his base, nose buried into his crotch, and unwilling to let go lest she let even a single drop of his baby batter go to waste.

Mikael sighs as he unloads down his slave wife's throat, feeling his balls contract with every spurt into her waiting mouth. When he felt his well run dry, the ruler began to pull out of his slave's warm cavern, keeping a firm hand on Nima's head to keep her from spilling anything onto the pristine carpet or her scandalously short sundress. Slowly, but steadily, he extracts inch after saliva-coated inch of his cock from her maw, until, with a final resounding 'pop', the twitching tip comes free of her soft dicksuckers as well.

Nima looks up at him, doe-eyed as she opened her mouth and allowed him to see the creamy white coating that pooled over her tongue - all the cum that she had sucked straight from his urethra, no doubt. She makes a show of swirling the contents with relish, playing with her earned bounty as she awaited his command.

Mikael nods approvingly at the playful sight, running a careful hand down her fair cheek in compliment of her masterful service.

"Swallow."

Nima quickly does as he ordered, gulping down his seed without hesitation nor disgust. The young slave, now finished with her duty, quickly buckled her master back into a presentable state and moved to his side as he turned and made his way back inside of his office.

"Has the toy I bought arrived yet?" Mikael asked as he took a seat at his desk, Nima demurely kneeling beside his feet with a cheery smile.

"Yes, Master!" She answers brightly, "She was delivered to us in chains just now. She should still be in the care of your guards. Shall I have them escort her in?"

For the first time in a long while, Mikael smiles. It was not a pleasant smile.

"Do so."

 

[LataPaine]

Carita Onyx is currently being delivered to the office building, lying on her side on the hard floor of a van. She can be heard groaning through the metal bar that was stuffed into her mouth, preventing her from using her elongated canines to either do any kind of damage to her captors. Her hands are held behind her back through the use of leather shackles and chains. Her ankles are held in a similar fashion, but with a longer length of chain to make sure she can at least walk to a certain extent when the time comes.

Like, many others, she fell through a portal or vortex and arrived in this strange new world. She was scared and confused, seeing buildings that reach the sky and people riding around in machines that don’t require large beasts to pull them. For the most part, she managed to survive in the wooded areas, but it wasn’t until people wielding advanced weaponry found her. Through the use of tranquilizer darts, she was taken down, but she managed to wound a few before she finally passed out.

Right now, she still feels a little hazy, weakened from the drugs before being transported. She winces when the vehicle finally comes to a stop, causing her body to shift a little on the smooth surface, but soon after, she hears the doors opening and feels hands grabbing at her as she’s dragged out. Dizzy, she stumbles as she’s forced to stand, but soon starts walking after feeling something metal and hard pressing against her back.

She can see that she’s inside of the building, seeing cement pillars as well as many cars parked here and there. It isn’t long until she’s guided into an elevator, feeling the gravity shift a little as it rises. The trip in the elevator feels almost endless, but she eventually feels it come to a stop and watches as the mechanical doors open before her to reveal a long hallway. The stumbles again as she’s pushed out of the elevator, wincing a bit from the bright artificial lights.

The chains she wears can be heard rattling with each step she takes, signaling her location as she‘s taking closer to the door at the far end. She looks so confused as she’s taken through the door, letting her emerald green eyes wander in the room, but she soon focuses her attention upon the man seated at a desk with a young woman kneeling next to him. As she’s brought closer, the anger can be plainly seen in her eyes even with her feeling as hazy as she currently does. She doesn’t know what he wants, but judging how she’s been treated so far, she doesn’t believe it’s anything good as she starts trying to step backwards.

 

[Akuro]

Mikael measures the nubile form of the demon before him, eyes roving across her exotic, dark skin with the calculating shrewdness of a man that had trained and molded more than his fair share of slaves. Yet despite the shiver of excitement that runs down his spine at the thought of his new plaything, he does not allow his taciturn features to so much as twitch; green eyes assessed the flesh before him, from the smooth curve of her hips to the ample swell of her bountiful chest, without showing anything but near clinical curiosity.

"I thought you demons would be taller." He said after nearly a minute of careful silent observation. He turns to Nima with a raised eyebrow, "Are you sure this is the right package, Nima?"

"Yes, Master!" Nima affirmed as she stood from her cushioned place to his right, taking her tablet as she approached and displaying various files across its screen for Mikael to peruse at his leisure, "The mercenary captain shared footage from his helmet camera of her capture, along with the proper documentation from the slaving guilds. I've also taken the liberty of matching her description with rumors gathered from settlements close to where she was captured. This is the one you wanted."

A brief glimmer of worry passes the servant's beautiful features as Mikael casts another curious gaze over the chained and furiously glaring girl in front of them. She leans down, hesitating as she whispered into his ear.

"Are you displeased with her, master?"

A pause.

"Hmph. No." Mikael shakes his head, reaching over and patting his slave wife's head, "She will do. Well done, pet."

Nima's face brightens into a wide grin at his apparent satisfaction, the girl leaning into his touch and preening under his shown affection. An almost lazy smirk dances across the corner of Mikael's lips before he points his hand at the escorting guards and gestures at his new toy's neck.

Understanding his meaning, one of the guards quickly pulls out a training collar - a strip of leather and metal that when activated would shock any who wore it into an agonized stupor - while his partner held the demon still. With a careful eye on the demon's gagged but still rather sharp-looking teeth, the guard strapped the contraption around her neck, making sure that there was enough slack that she wouldn't be in danger of suffocating but simultaneously leaving it tight enough that even a particularly deep breath would chafe and irritate the skin beneath.

It was a particular method that Mikael used on slaves that would need breaking, giving the wearers noticeable difficulty in the simplest of everyday tasks. It would be a weight that they would carry wherever they went, as everpresent as sand in the widest deserts and as cloying as water in the deepest seas.

And only Mikael had the key to release them from that particular torture.

"Take the gag off," He ordered as the guards finished securing the collar, "then kindly wait outside, gentlemen. I would like to have a private heart to heart with my property."

The armed men hesitate over his command - chained and weakened by the drugs in her system though she was, demons had garnered a reputation of being particularly vicious - but under the unflinching gaze of their employer, they bite down whatever protests they have and quickly move to follow his wishes. The metal bar is pulled free of the demon's mouth, leaving her able to finally speak. Then with a quick salute and a turn of the heel, they march back out the door with a mechanical discipline that spoke of his army's rigorous training.

Mikael leans back into his chair and watches as they leave, one hand impatiently drifting beneath the skirt of Nima's dress and massaging a handful of her plush ass cheek. His loyal servant stifles a moan but does not pull back, content to let him fill his palm with her soft flesh as the guards filed out. When the door to his office finally shuts and leaves him and his two slaves alone within its walls, Mikael once again speaks,

"Savages such as yourself are not well known for their startling intellect so I will keep this little orientation as simple as possible. That little piece around your neck," The young ruler begins explaining without shame even as Nima shuffled awkwardly under the realization that her master was openly groping her young pliable rump in front of the newcomer, "is a shock collar with a maximum voltage capable of putting even elephants into a coma. Disobey my commands and I will use it. Attempt to tamper with the collar and I will use it. Attack me and I will leave your burned out corpse in a puddle of your own shit and piss. Do I make myself clear?"

 

[LataPaine]

Carita’s head still feels as if it’s swimming through a thick fog, struggling with the drugs that were pumped into her body while listening to the person that appears to be the leader. Every now and then, her muscles would flex, showing signs that she’s trying to fight off the substance that’s keeping her weak, but there doesn’t appear to be much she can do physically. Even if she was at full strength, it’s doubtful she would be able to break her chains, though.

Her head would shake here and there, looking as if she’s trying to shake off the hazy feeling she’s currently experiencing. She has experienced getting sick before, but what’s happening to her now feels very different. It’s making it hard just to focus her thoughts while her captors discuss her fate. Her eyes would glance throughout the room as well, but whenever she looks into a bright light source, she can’t help but wince a little before looking forward again and hearing the leader making his decision.

“Nm… Nm…?!” She tries to speak when feeling a long piece of leather being wrapped around her slender neck, feeling it sliding against the soft flesh as it’s being tightened and adjusted. She struggles a little while she’s being held still, but soon hears the collar being locked securely in place. Once locked, she feels them loosening their grip on her body before feeling hands moving to her face to remove the gag from within her drooling mouth.

She winces and makes a little growl at the man, but soon feels the metal bar being pulled from her mouth. A little extra saliva pours out and dribbles from her chin before she finally closes her mouth, making her look more like a drooling beast. Soon after the gag has been pulled from her mouth, she feels the hands of her handlers remove their hands before turning and leaving her there to stand before the man that wish to make her into one of his slaves.

As soon as she hears the door closing behind her, her ears twitch to the sound of the man’s voice as he starts explaining the situation to her. Standing there, she can see his hand behind the girl kneeling next to him, watching him groping and rubbing her rear end while he talks down to her. With tired eyes, she stares angrily at the man, but feels confused when hearing him explain what the collar is supposed to. “Shock…? Collar…?” She thinks after he finishes his explanation. Even though she doesn’t fully understand the collar, she can tell she doesn’t want to be in the room with this human male from how he’s treating the female sitting next to him.

For the moment, she doesn’t reply, just keeping her eyes locked on him while she starts moving her arms. She tries testing the chain a bit, but then lowers herself down, looking as if she’s kneeling. Crouching down, she quickly slides the chain that’s holding her wrists together under her feet, bringing her hands in front of herself. “I’ll never do what you want, disgusting human pig! I’ll never let you touch me!!” She suddenly yells out before making an attempt to dash at him, but because of the chains locking her ankles together, she stumbles and falls to her hands and knees. Humiliating herself, she can’t help but blush deeply. Because of the drugs in her system, she just can’t seem to think too clearly.

 

[Akuro]

"How cute." Mikael rolled his eyes, "The little demon thinks she has a choice in the matter."

The young ruler stood, his hand caressing Nima's delicate neck as he made his way around his desk. His slave wife remains still, watching silently as her owner approached the fallen demon with an air of nonchalant annoyance. His footsteps are muffled by the carpeted floor, yet in the dim quiet of the walls of his office, they echo all the same - reverberating in the air as he took step after deliberately slow step towards his new property.

Mikael looked down upon the crumpled form of the blushing demon girl - and oh, isn't it just precious that the little hell tart can feel embarrassment? - as one of his hands fiddled with a small remote. He tilts his head curiously and with a hard gaze, he said,

"Breaking a rule already. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." He sneered, "You're not a very good listener, eh? I suppose I should've expected it. What was that saying? You can take a whore out of the jungle but you can never take the jungle out of the whore? Tell me, even if you did somehow manage to kill me, do you really think you'll be able to escape as you are? Drugged to the point that you couldn't walk without possibly falling and breaking your neck. Unarmed. Without an inclination as to where you even are. What was your plan? Stroll through the legions of armed guards stationed in this building and hope they don't notice your ears?" A pause. "Then again, I doubt your species is capable of thinking that far. Foolish of me to expect intelligence from demon filth. Well, if words are not enough then perhaps a showing will get the lesson through your thick skull."

Mikael flicks a switch on the remote and sets the power to an acceptable range - enough to be debilitatingly painful but not enough to let his toy escape the pain through blissful unconsciousness.

"Now, remember this," He said, "the pain only stops when you beg me to make it stop."

He activates the collar.

 

[LataPaine]

The room around her just seems to spin before the poor female’s green eyes, struggling to keep them focused while she lies there on the floor breathing deeply. She has every intention of killing the human sitting before her, but her body just isn’t listening to her at the moment. Never before has she ever felt so weak and humiliated, finding it hard to believe she could be taken do so easily by something that appears weaker than herself. In her original world, she would be able to take out humanoids similar to himself, but everything on this Earth is far too confusing and different. It’s something she was never prepared for.

Hearing footsteps, she quickly directs her attention back to the man, watching him causally making his way towards her direction. Using her hands, she pushes her head and ample chest from the floor, still looking so enraged, but also hazy thanks to the drug still coursing through her. Listening to his mocking words, she merely growls at him and bares her teeth at him. She digs her fingers into the hard floor, looking as if she’s getting ready to make another attempt at his life. Having been raised in the wild, she can’t help but behave similarly to that of a beast, running on instinct rather than reason at the moment, but her ears flicker to the sound of him doing something to the remote he’s holding in his hand.

“What is he doing…? What is that…?” She thinks while staring at the remote, looking confused at the unfamiliar object, but when he presses the button, her eyes widen as far as possible and she gives out a shriek of pain as electricity flows through her from the collar. It feels as if she has lost control of the muscles in her body as it arches while rolling onto her back, writhing in agony. “I-I’ll kill you!!” She screams out at the man while the surge of electricity continues to flow through her, finding it hard to even focus her mind anymore as she feels her heart racing.

While she screams out at the top of her lungs, saliva can be seen starting to escape, making her look more like a drooling beast while she tries to fight the pain. “I’ll kill you all!! NmmmAaahh!!” Just about every muscle can be seen flexing, jerking as the shock continues. She continues to threaten the male, but the look of rage soon starts to fade, gradually turning into a look of defeat. It almost looks as if steam is starting to rise as she rolls back onto her tummy, digging her nails into the floor once more as she tries to endure, but she can feel that it’s a losing battle. Never having felt such pain before, she doesn’t know how to handle it, and she finally gives in after a few minutes of trying to endure it all.

“S-Stop!! Stop!! Please, stop!! Aaahhh!!” She finally screams out, this time pleading with the man as tears start flowing from her eyes. “Please, make it stop!! NmMmm!!” She cries out, but in a sobbing tone this time around as she soon wraps her arms around her chest. As she lies on her right side, she curls her body inward and gradually starts bringing her knees up, trying to endure the pain while waiting for the male human to stop the shock collar. “I won’t attack you again!! NMaahh!! I swear!!” She continues on, feeling as if she’s on the verge of blacking out.

 

[Akuro]

Her screams are blood curling.

Nima listens to them silently yet cannot bear to look - can't bear to see the young demon tortured and be reminded of her part in this. She turns away and closes her eyes - if only so she doesn't have to see her master's new slave writhing and trashing in agony. The girl was holding out, still so defiant in the face of her owner but it wouldn't last. Nima can already see the fringes of desperation creeping into her eyes - in how she began to slowly curl on the floor as if trying to shield herself from Mikael's unrelenting gaze. From all the years she had spent at his side, Nima knows that Mikael was not the type of man to relent. In time, his new slave would bend or break.

'Just give in,' Nima desperately wishes as another round of the demon's threats filled the air, 'Please just give in. He won't stop until you give in.'

But eventually, finally, the demon relents, begging for her agony to end.

Mikael doesn't stop the collar immediately. He lets the demon stew in her pain for a few moments more, lets her continue to learn the pain of defiance with her own body for a few more torturous seconds of unceasing misery before he presses the switch again and ceases his sadism. The young ruler looked down upon the curled form of the young demon, features twisting in disgust at the spittle that pooled into dark circles on his carpeted floor. Green eyes glared with an exasperated fury upon the crumpled heap that was his newest toy, and there is an edge to his voice as he spoke,

"That was a warning." Mikael whispered, "Your only warning. Seek to harm me again and there won't be a second one."

He turned away, ambling towards his desk with an air of indifference as if he hadn't just nearly killed a girl and then threatened to go through with his threat the next time she attacked him. Crossing his arms, he leaned on the edge of his table and fixed the demon with a taciturn look.

"Strip and give me your name," Mikael ordered, tapping a finger on the remote in his hands as a cruel reminder, "Do make it quick. My patience for your idiocy has run its course."

 

[LataPaine]

For several moments longer, Carita is forced to endure the pain and agony of electrocution, feeling the electricity burning through her and making her muscles flex uncontrollably while her tormentor watches nearby. She feels as if she’s about to pass out, but soon hears the click of the button and feels the shocks come to a complete stop. Her body quickly goes limp as she lies there on the floor, panting heavily and drooling while struggling to catch her breath. She can still feel the pain lingering all around her, but especially around her neck where her collar resides.

With anger in her eyes, she stares at the man towering over her, listening to him warning that he would end her, if she tried to attack him again. For the moment, she doesn’t say a word, but also doesn’t make any attempt to attack him, showing that she learned from her painful experience. She clenches her teeth, trying to keep herself calm this time around while watching him turn his back towards her. Normally, this would be a good chance to try again, but she’s far weaker than before and with the chains holding her limbs together, there isn’t much she can do.

After seeing him turn to face her and lean against his desk, she listens to his commands. She hesitates to do anything, but then hears his finger tapping against the remote. She looks reluctant to do anything, but she isn’t eager to receive another shock to the system. “I’m… I’m Carita…” She finally manages to say as she gets to her knees, barely feeling much strength left in her tormented body. After resting a little, she works to stand, wobbling a little as she tries to stay on two feet.

She starts with her little top, untying the strings the hold it together. She closes her eyes as she lets her top fall around her wrist, feeling so humiliated that she would have to bare her body. With the chains still holding her wrists together, her clothing hangs around her hands. Soon after, she brings her hands t her waist, working on her skirt and letting that fall as well. Like, with her wrists, the chains around her ankles keep her skirt over her feet. She does the same with her panties, letting it pile around her feet. With her clothing off, she stands before her captor completely naked, showing off her tone form and also showing she doesn’t have any hidden weapons.

 

[Akuro]

Mikael watches the demon, Carita, with a measuring eye. His gaze lingers over her pert tits, gliding across her enticingly flat stomach, and trailing down her smooth legs. He observes her silently, arms crossed across his chest like a displeased all-father. Only when she is finally bare of modesty, features flashing with humiliation, does he speak again.

"Carita." He echoed her name, testing its syllables upon his lips with an almost bemused smirk, "Hm. I am Mikael. For all intents and purposes, I now own you, Carita. You live by my grace and breathe by my mercy. Unfortunately, both my grace and my mercy are limited, and so I would suggest you not ask for more than what you have already been given."

A dangerous glint flashed in Mikael's emerald eyes.

"For your sake."

He tapped the remote in his hand, reminding her just what would happen if she did not listen.

"Obey and you will make your life easier. Nima," He gestured idly to his attentive slave wife who moved to stand beside him, a subservient tilt in her head and a pretty smile on her charming features, "is your superior in this matter. When I am otherwise unable to handle you, you will defer to her. Her word is second only to myself and I expect you to follow whatever command she gives, in both letter and spirit. You will show her the same respect that you show myself. She will be your mentor, your guardian and quite possibly, the closest thing to a friend you'll find in this entire city. I suggest you not squander her good will as you already have mine."

He pauses, letting Carita feel the full weight of his words before continuing again.

"Make no mistake," Mikael mutters, "You are no valuable, irreplaceable person of interest, Carita. You are a toy. A passing indulgence with which to entertain myself with from time to time. I find your current demeanor endearing in a way - in the same way it is endearing to watch a mouse try to shout at a lion. Yet you are only property, all the same. A curiosity. If I find you are not worth the trouble, you will swiftly find yourself discarded," Mikael chuckled humorlessly. "And fair warning, I am a bit of a neat freak. I dispose of my trash quite thoroughly."

He steps forward, leather shoes carrying him onward until he is face to face with the demon. His hand rises, gently but firmly cupping her chin and forcing her to look into his emerald eyes.

"Now, I will ask you again, Carita - and I do so hope you take the wisest option available to you," Mikael smiled, lips thinning like a blade's edge on whetstone, "Do I make myself clear?"

 

[LataPaine]

Carita can’t help but stand there feeling extremely frustrated, still trembling from the effects of the shock she received and also feeling so much rage while she stares at the man holding the device that caused her so much pain. She never had to restrain herself until now, fighting off her instincts to lunge at him. Even her muscles would be exposed every now and then, showing how much she’s trying to keep herself from attacking. Normally, his throat would already be in her hands, squeezing the life out of him, but she now knows better than to do anything for the moment.

With hands held in front of her, she continues to glare at the male while he speaks, feeling as though he’s mocking her as she listens to his voice. She’s barely able to pay attention to him, trying to think of ways to get her hands on him without being inflicted further pain. With the drugs wearing off, she can feel some of her strength returning, but her power is pointless, if the human male still has the remote that controls her. Never before has she ever felt the urge to kill anything than she does now.

When seeing him move towards her, she flinches and quickly comes out of her rage induced haze. She clenches her teeth tightly as she watches him moving towards her again, flexing her muscles like she’s threatening him. She breathes in heavily, really fighting the urge to grab him, and soon feels his hand up her chin as he forces her to look him in the eyes. She starts to bare her teeth, raising her lips to expose her canines, but when hearing him ask if she understands her situation, she forces herself to calm back down. It’ll very likely take more than the one shock to really break her.

“Y-Yes…” She replies with some strain in her voice, really wishing she wasn’t restrained by the device that’s wrapped around her slender neck. Feeling so defeated, she tries to glance away from him and lowering her ears while he still has a firm hold on her chin, feeling quite disgusted that such a being dares to touch her. To keep herself from slapping the hand away, she holds her hands firmly in front of herself, clenching them tightly into fists. “Just you wait! I’ll find my moment! When I do, you’re dead!” She thinks while still holding onto hope, still trying to think of a way to get the remote away from the male’s hand.

 

[Akuro]

Mikael huffed.

"Your mouth says yes but your eyes scream 'dead-body-in-the-making'." The young ruler shook his head in bemusement, "No matter. We will fix that in time."

In one way or another.

"Nima," Mikael's eyes flickered to his slave wife, "do get these chains off. They appear to be no longer needed for the moment."

"Yes, master."

Nima obediently moves to comply, padding over to her slave sister and quickly unlocking Carita's bindings. She gathers the discarded pieces, taking away both the demon's bonds and her clothes as Mikael watched silently to the side, gaze steadfastly unblinking until Carita is finally naked of everything save for the collar around her neck. Satisfied at her undress, he reaches for her arm and drags her towards the desk, shoving her forward and placing a hand upon her back to keep her bent over its hard surface.

"Do not move." He muttered.

It was an inspection. There was no other way to define it.

Mikael was not gentle, he was not loving, and he was certainly not kind. His fingers poked and prodded and handled her flesh like it were a mere piece of meat on a butcher's table. He slapped her ass and watched the mass jiggle. He brushed against her sex with an almost contemptuous indifference, thrusting his fingers into her womanly cavern as if to test its elasticity and pinching her clit just to see what sounds he could force out of her throat. Her asshole was spread open, and then examined with just as much brutality as her cunt.

Over and over, he switched. From her asshole, to her pussy, then to whatever else he had at hand. His hands kneaded muscle and fat alike like clay as Nima - experienced in what was expected of her - made her way to the other side of the desk and gently but firmly held Carita down.

 

[LataPaine]

Carita continues to glare at the human male with hate in her eyes, doing everything she can to restrain herself to avoid receiving another shock. If the man’s threats are true, it’s possible she may not be able to survive another around. Even if she were to survive another shock to the system, it sounds pretty clear that she would be merely disposed of like a piece of trash. Not wanting to risk death right now, she tries to keep calm and compliant while her chains are removed by the man’s obedient slave.

She can’t help but look at the female with disgust, feeling her removing the shackles from her wrists and ankles. She watches as her little articles of clothing are pulled away along with the bindings, leaving her with no other choice other than to stand there completely naked besides the source of her pain. Hearing the shackles behind pulled away; her attention is quickly brought to the man claiming to her Master when feeling him grabbing a hold of her arm, pulling her towards his desk.

She struggles a little at first, but quickly stops when she remembers the collar again. She inhales hard and trembles when feeling her naked body pressing down against the cool surface of the desk, bringing her hands to the hard wood while he towers over her from behind. She looks over her shoulder and towards the man standing over her, listening to him commanding her to move. She keeps quiet for the moment and stares forward, but then feels his hands roaming over her.

She feels him starting from her shoulders and working his way down, feeling fingers digging into the skin, fat, and tone meat. She clenches her teeth and even makes a little growl while trying to endure his touch, but then makes a yelp when suddenly feeling the slap to her ass, causing her to jerk forward and bump her thighs against the edge of the table. A loud scratching sound is heard as she digs her nails into the wood, fighting the urge to retaliate, and soon feels fingers glide over her unprotected, virgin mound.

“D-Don’t… DaAaahnn!!” She mutters a word under her breath, but when feeling him suddenly thrust fingers into her slit, she can’t help but arch her body and give out a yell as her sensitive hole is toyed with. Her body jerks and squirms on the table, trying hard to endure the man’s hands and fingers as he explores her virgin flesh. She falls forward when feeling fingers inserting into her anus, showing a look of distraught on her face as she feels him prying open the tight pucker so that he may get a good look at her soft insides.

Just as it looks as if she’s about to have enough, she feels the human female press down firmly onto her back, pinning her onto the table. “St-Stop!! Don’t touch me!! Nm! Stop!” She yells out, spitting up on the table while the male continues to abuse and test her flesh. Deep nail marks can be seen within the wood as she tries to pull herself forward, trying to free herself from under the weight of the woman. Regardless of how she’s behaving, though, her juices can be seen glistening between trembling thighs, showing that she reacts to stimulation just like any other female.

 

[Akuro]

"Wet already?" Mikael questioned, fingers glistening with Carita's pussy juice, "Hm...you're even more of a bitch than I expected."

Thrusting, pinching, and rubbing, his fingers continued to tease the demon's fuckhole, toying with the sensitive mound like a child would mold a piece of clay. Every groan and protest that comes out of his new plaything's lips only serves to force his brutality further, arouses the darkest of his inclinations with such wondrous glee. He glances to Nima, at his slave wife's dilated eyes, near ragged breath, and colored cheeks. At the slight, almost translucent line of femcum that had begun to trail down her inner thigh.

How adorable. His little wife-slut was getting off on this. Just as much as he was.

Mikael smirks at the sight, leaning down towards Carita until his lips are close enough to brush against the tender and vulnerable skin of her neck.

"Nima was a bit like you, once." He whispered, warm breath brushing against Carita's nape, "Not in that she had a rebellious streak - believe it or not, she came to serve me quite willingly. Rather, it was that she wasn't so eager for these sorts of activities. You wouldn't think it now. But really, you should have seen her when we first met. We were already in our teenage years but she was still as pure and as innocent as a puppy. She thought blowjobs were some sort of gardening technique, you know. Looking back, it really was a wonder how she didn't know about any of it in this shitstain of a world. Do you remember those days, Nima?"

The girl in question blushed but nodded, "Yes, master."

"But that didn't last, of course," Mikael smiled, his now slick hands still teasing Carita's quim even as he continued to speak, "The day she came into my service, I fucked all of her holes for hours on end. I did so every day and every month for an entire year. I molded her womb to the shape of my cock, turned her asshole into my personal dick holster, and fed her so much of my cum that now even the smell of it makes her wet. I put her through every type of training I had heard of and some that I invented on the spot. Not a day went by when I hadn't at least shot a load in every one of her holes. And now?" He laughed humorlessly, a low rumble from his throat that sounded all too much like the growl of a starving wolf, "Now, she's one of the most perverted sluts you'll ever see. My slut wife. My lovely little cock hungry puppy. Isn't that right, Nima?"

"Yes, master."

Mikael's hand rose and cupped Carita's ass, roughly groping the mass of flesh with an possessive glimmer in his emerald eyes.

"You'll be the same, Carita. Eventually. There will come a day when you can't help but quiver the moment you see my crotch. When you will feel most at home when you're on your knees, sucking on my cock and begging for my cum." He leaned closer, nibbling onto the demon's ear, "After all, you won't have a choice."

Click. Clack.

Mikael's belt came undone and his zipper followed, unleashing the turgid rod that had been threatening to poke a hole through his pants. With one hand, he aligns his fuckstick with Carita's pussy, brushing the turgid head teasingly against her slick labia as his other hand pushed down on the demon's back.

"Time to start, demon whore."

He thrusts in.

 

[LataPaine]

The enraged and panicking Demoness continues trying to fight against the human female, trying to push herself up, but only to feel her shove her back down onto the desk. She feels her heart racing as her body is being tested, forcing her to experience sensations she never felt before. Even while being full grown, she had yet to actually mate with one of her own kind. A few males of her race had tried, but she didn’t find them suitable to be her life partner. Now, though, she’s being treated like a toy or piece of fresh meat, being forced into a deep heat while fingers drive right into her juicy cunt.

When she finally feels him stop, she goes limp on the desk. She pants heavily with a little saliva drooling from her mouth, dripping from her chin and pooling on the hard wood. Feeling the warm breath of the male against her neck, she shudders and tries to move her head away from him while he explains the fate of his current slave girl. Disgusted with the human male, she tries not to look at him, keeping her emerald eyes looking towards the opposite direction from him.

While he leans on her back, she feels a powerful urge to turn her head and bite his face, but because of the collar, she knows she can’t. Her eyes widen and her body jumps slightly when suddenly feeling his hands cup her ass, feeling fingers digging deeply into the supple, round mounds of meat and fat. She shudders from the sensation, feeling him kneading her cheeks like dough. She can feel him molding and pulling on them as well, forcing them apart to expose her little, virgin pucker to the air before closing them back together.

She goes limp on the desk again when feeling hands pulling away from her rear end, hoping his inspection is finally over, but then hearing the metal buckle of his belt being undone before listening to his zipper being pulled down. “I-I’ll never be like that! You filthy humans can’t do this to me!” She starts screaming out defiantly, showing she still has the will to resist as she feels the head of his manhood slide over her glistening slit. She tries to push her body off the desk again, but only to feel his hand pressing firmly against her back while he aligns himself.

“Y-You can’t! Aaahhhm!!” She cries out a shriek of pain when feeling him suddenly thrust into her, feeling his girthy length pierce through her hymen. Once again, deep scratching can be heard as she digs her nails into the hard surface, looking as if she’s carving out wood chips with all of her inhuman strength. Never before having felt such a sensation until now, she can’t help but tilt her head back and arch her body, trembling hard as she tries to endure the pain of having her first cherry popped. Tears soon start flowing from her terrified eyes as she feels his shaft throbbing against her sensitive inner walls, showing a look of disbelief as a line of crimson liquid gradually starts working down her right inner thigh from her stretched slit. “K-Kill you… I’ll… I’ll kill you… I will… I swear it…” She whimpers out with a trembling voice, feeling so full of rage, but unable to act on her feelings as she’s being violated.

 

[Akuro]

Mikael grunts - surprised as he feels something give way to his initial entrance into the demon's fertile hole. He looked down, gazing curiously at the speckles of blood that now stained Carita's tanned skin.

"A virgin." He muttered incredulously, one eyebrow raised in bemusement, "My, what a surprise. With what you wore, I would have thought you opened your legs for anyone that asked. Huh. This is actually rather disappointing. If I had known, I would have perhaps taken your ass and saved raping your virgin cunt for a special occasion." Mikael shook his head and shrugged nonchalantly at Carita's threats - spoken in a voice that was empty and weak and oh, so deliciously fragile - before rearing his hand high and bringing it down to landing a punishing slap upon her plump derriere, "Oh well. In for a penny."

He draws himself out of Carita's reddened folds, stopping only when the helmet of his engorged cock was all that remained inside of her tight, freshly popped slit, before ramming his girth back in. His hips mashed against the demon's abused posterior, sending the fleshy mounds rippling from the impact. Mikael takes a moment to hum in satisfaction, relishing the sensation of his bitch-breaker hilted entirely within the blanket of Carita's cunt.

He does not forestall for long - doesn't let the demon have the chance to adjust to the length and sheer brutality of his virile fuck-stick - before he begins to truly piston into her hole, his masculine waist blurring with every harsh ground-pounding crash of skin upon skin. A mix of Carita's cunt juice and blood quickly soaked his rigid dick, yet it only served to encourage Mikael's pace. The young ruler hastened his forced conquest, quickening his movements until the helmet of his cock was all but bashing down the entrance of Carita's womb, demanding entrance to her womanly core all for the sake of marking it with her master's seed. With every jerk, he felt her cunt's relentless vice-like grip clench around his rod, and with every thrust, his heavy balls beat down upon her rebellious clit as he continued to fuck the demon into submission.

"Mm. Tight. Yes, you're definitely a virgin." He muttered, smiling cruelly as one hand continued to play with the demon's anal tunnel and the other continued to rain down abuse upon her vulnerable rump, "Nothing quite so satisfying as breaking a new bitch in. Tell me, Carita. Did you ever masturbate back when you were in the woods? Did you ever fantasize about being held down and bred like a bitch in heat? Ever thought you'd live out the rest of your life as a cumdump? Because you are quite wet for a virginal whore. In fact, you are absolutely flooding. You wanted this, didn't you? You perverted hell-tart."

Mikael reached forward, curled his fingers around a fistful of Carita's hair and pulled until her back arched deliciously.

"Answer me, slut."

 

[LataPaine]

Mikael has only just penetrated her, but Carita can feel her heart already racing as she lies there on the desk. Never before has she ever felt so freaked out, feeling the entire length of the man’s throbbing appendage deep inside her tight cunt. She breathes heavily while he mocks her, but she’s barely able to listen to his voice, feeling far more focused on the sensation of his manhood throbbing inside her. Just feeling him shift his hips slightly is enough to make the area where her hymen used to be sting, causing her to shudder.

She inhales hard when feeling him pulling back, trembling harder as she feels his length sliding against the sore area. She clenches her teeth tightly in an attempt to brace herself, giving out a painful grown. Before she can recover from the physical trauma brought down upon her, she feels him thrusts as soon as the head is about to leave her slit. “Aaahn!” She cries out as her body jerks against the desk from the impact, feeling her thighs bumping against the edge again.

“T-Take it out! Take it Aaahh!” It wasn’t long before she feels him start to properly fuck her, not giving her time to adjust to the size of his cock. “Aah! Ah! Ah! Gah! Nm! Aah!” With him thrusting at a quick pace, she can’t even get a word out. It doesn’t take long for the sounds of wet friction is heard coming from behind her, getting the man’s cock wet with her juices and blood. Each time he pulls back, the mess of fluids only seems to grow, drawing out more as it gets speckled between her trembling thighs. She even makes an attempt to crawl out from under him, but the amount of force he’s using keeps causing her hands to slip, making her fall back onto the desk.

Feeling his hard member beat hard against the entrance of her womb only seems to add to her agony, feeling as if he’s trying force the tiny hole open. Even though she can feel his pelvis slapping against her ass, she it almost feels as if he can push in a little more. She pants harder as she’s being made his bitch, starting to drool as her mind gradually goes limb from the mixture of pain and pleasure being force fed to her inexperienced flesh. When it feels as if her mind is about to drift off, she feels him slap her ass, forcing her back into reality as he sticks a thumb up her anus with his other hand.

“I-I Uh…! Ah! Aah! I-I don’t… Nm!!” She struggles to say before feeling him pulling on her hair, forcing her body to arch and stick out her large melons. He’s practically pulling her into his thrusts now, really tenderizing her cunt as he commands her to answer. “Gahh! I d-don’t!! Stop! I don’t w-want…! Aah! Ah! Haaah!!” She continues on, still showing quite a bit of defiance towards the human male, but regardless of how she feels about the situation mentally, her body finally gives in and she reaches her first climax. “Aaaahhh!!” She gives out a louder moan, trembling and rolling her eyes back as her honey comes gushing onto the desk. Her insides grow tighter, pulsating around the man’s length and massaging him like her body is begging to be filled by him. She can feel her strength being drained out of her with each spurt coming from her twitching pussy, making it harder to resist as more saliva drools from quivering lips.

 

[Akuro]

"Oh?" Mikael hummed curiously yet did not slow his jackhammer pace, "Did the demon slut just cum? Already?"

An unpleasant chuckle rises from the young ruler's throat, sharp and dangerous as a razor's edge. His fuckstick continued to tenderize Carita's flooded cunt, eliciting the most delicious of sounds from both sides of her ends with every pistoning pound and driving the demon down against the table's surface over and over like the bottom bitch that she had been born to become. Over and over, he drove his cock into her deepest folds, and over and over, he felt her body disobey Carita's own lacking defiance, milking his conquering bitch breaker with every withdrawal as if her ripened womb was preparing itself for its new owner's thick baby-making bounty.

Yet as he pummeled Carita's slit into submission, balls slapping her groin as the helmet of his dick bashed against the gateway that was her cervix, a needy whine slithered out from Nima's lips.

"M-master..." His first-and-foremost servant moaned, baby blue eyes alight with desperate lust lit aflame by his carnality, "P-please...I..."

"Ah, what a thoughtless man I am." Mikael smirked as his eyes wandered down to Nima's thighs - at the stream of glistening pussy juice that had begun to trickle down her thighs, "To forget about my favorite fuck slut's own needs."

Mikael leaned forward, planting a kiss on Nima's lips. The young slut eagerly opened her mouth to his advances, willfully helpless as Mikael tongue fucked her into mewling submission, exploring the depths of her oral hole until she is not so much holding Carita down as she is desperately leaning upon the demon's crumpled form to stay upright herself.

"Here," Mikael whispered, breaking apart after mere moments of their one-sided tongue battle. He turned Carita over, gathered the demon's legs, and pinned both long shapely limbs to his sides, leaving the demon laying upon her back. He gestured solemnly to the demon slut's lips, as if he were blessing a union of the most sacred kind, "Go on. Why don't you do the honors and take the opposite end of our new little slut? Don't be shy now. Break her mouth in for your master."

Nima nods weakly, breaths short and a glazed eagerness in the edge of her lips as she shakily yet desperately pulled her femcum soaked panties out from under her skirt. His young wife-slave all but tossed the flimsy black thong to the side as she sat her plump ass down on Carita's face, planting her pussylips over the demon's dickpillows in a crude kiss. Nima whimpered, hips rolling like liquid grace as she began to grind her puddling labia upon her new slave-sister's lips.

"Atta girl." Mikael laughed, "Can you hear me from down there, Carita? How does my dear slave-wife's pussy taste like? Exquisite, isn't it? I've been fucking that hole for how many years now and it's still as tight and pretty as the first day I parted it. It really is an amazing pussy. A wonder of nature! But don't be afraid to take a little whiff. Come on, now. Get your tongue in there and get a good taste!"

 

[LataPaine]

Carita looks noticeably weaker after having been made to climax for the first time, feeling more of her strength getting drained out of her as her sexual fluids are being milked out of her. She isn’t even given time to recover from the overwhelming pleasure as she feels Mikael still beating his meat into her deep and hard, fucking her into submission as she stares forward with glossy eyes. Her nails continue to dig and scratch into the hard surface of the desk, still looking as if she’s resisting, but she isn’t sure how much more she can take as her stretched slit drools nectar and blood.

At first, she barely notices the male’s slave, but she gets her attention when he comes in closer as the two start kissing over her. She’s given a brief moment to catch her breath while they kiss, but suddenly feels her Master gripping at her legs and sides, pulling and forcing her to roll over onto her back. Her perky melons sway and jiggle in the air a big before gravity takes a firm hold, forcing them to spread and press down against her ribs. She stares up with confusing in her hazy eyes, but her view of the ceiling of quickly obscured when the human female straddles her head.

“Wh-What are you…?! Nm!?” Her voice is quickly muffled as the woman’s sopping wet pussy is pressed down over her mouth, sealing her voice as she feels her grinding against her face. Her eyes widen as she stares up at the pucker hovering before her eyes, looking quite freaked out as her face is getting soaked in feminine fluids. She continues trying to scream from between the woman’s soaked thighs, but finds it difficult to do so, feeling juices practically pouring into her mouth each time she opens it, causing her to cough and even gurgle a little.

Panicked, she brings her hands up and grabs at the woman’s thighs, but finds it difficult to get a good grip with her skin slick from sweat. Feeling the man fucking her again her only makes it more difficult, making it hard to even focus her mind as her body jerks and jiggles on the desk. “Nm! Nmm!! Nm!! Nmm!! NmMm!” She cries loudly into the woman’s snatch, feeling as if she’s trying to suffocate her whenever she feels her pull her hips back and covers her nose with her wet cunt. With this being her first time having sex of any kind, she refuses to move her tongue anywhere new the woman’s pussy, but can’t help but moan out deeply into her cunt.

Still having some fight in her, she tries kicking out her legs, but finding it impossible to hit anything with them being held firmly at the man’s sides. She’s completely at the mercy of the two, getting violated at one end as well as the other. Never before has he ever felt so freaked and confused, but as pleasure builds up once again within her inexperienced cunt, her mind gradually goes numb again. The lack of fresh air also seems to help calm her down, making her movements more sluggish as she’s being dominated. Being held at both ends, she’s completely pinned, leaving her no other choice other than the lie there helplessly as a second orgasm gradually rises.

 

[Akuro]

"Hanging in there, slut?" Mikael asked the weakening Carita, hips blurring as he rapidly pistoned his cock into her slave pussy.

The young ruler reached down, took a handful of Carita's supple breasts into his palm and roughly groped the globe of delicious flesh with all the care of a farmer pulling weeds. Fingers crawling to the pink crown at the very crest of her bountiful mound, Mikael harshly pinched, slapped and pulled on the demon's vulnerable tits, torturing the sensitive skin with a stream of continuous sadistic abuse. Yet he does so carefully, less in fear of damaging his property and more to extract every second of agony he could from the young demon's suffering lest her body or her mind gave out before he had his fill of her cries.

Cries that only served to fuel his jackhammering pace like oil to a flame. Mikael's turgid fuckstick continued to pound the young demon's cunt into submission, his human cock rampaging within her infernal quim. Balls deep and with the tip of his virile bitch breaker battering the entrance to Carita's womb, Mikael's own rousing finish came rapidly closer with every blitzing thrust. His dick burrowed deeper and deeper within his new slave's core, sheathing itself into her depths and letting each and every one of her folds resist against his rhythmic assault, as if her freshly popped cunt was begging to be filled with his human seed.

"Here it comes. I'm about to fill your bitch cunt," He growled as the churning in his balls grew increasingly intense and desperate, until he was all but rutting the demon into the table itself, "Do keep in mind, slut. If you spill a drop, you'll be licking it off the floor."

With one final thrust, he fully impaled his cock into Carita's awaiting pussy. Thick alabaster cum rushes forward into Carita's womb like a tidal wave, coating the woman's innermost core and marking her as his. On the other end of his toy, Nima released a half-desperate cry in concert, her back arching deliciously as a spray of girl cum quickly showered Carita's features.

 

[LataPaine]

Feeling Mikael hammering through her extra tightness only seems to drag her orgasm longer, milking her of every drop of nectar while he works to break in her virgin body. Never before has she ever felt so helpless, lying there on her back with a woman grinding her sopping wet snatch all over her face while the man claiming to be her Master is relentlessly fucking her. She can feel the heat building deeper through the friction, feeling as if her insides are melting away as juices and blood continues to flow from her overly stretched slit.

“Nm! Nmm!! Nm!” She cries out sobbingly into the woman’s pussy, but sounding like muffled moans as she feels the man thrusting harder while he abuses her nipples and plays with her breasts, feeling like he’s about to tear off the sensitive nubs. It feels like another inch is being jammed into her body, prying apart her cervix as he gains entrance to her womb. She can’t help but roll her eyes back, struggling with the pain as her body is rocked against the desk.

After a few more good hard thrusts, she feels him push in firm and hard before feeling a torrent of hot cream pouring directly into her womb. She inhales hard and shudders from the sensation, feeling each spurt adding pressure within her tummy. With the male also so deep inside her, a bump can be protruding from her flat belly, giving a good indication of his member’s location.

Suffering and in agony, she barely hears his voice as he threatens her, if she doesn’t keep his cum in her body. With no real control over her pussy, his seed soon seeps out from around his cock, oozing down over her virgin anus before dripping onto the desk and then onto the floor. Even when he eventually pulls out, there is nothing she can do as a mixture of blood and semen drools out of her, making quite the creamy mess. Cum dripping out of her gaping cunt is the least of her worries for the moment, as human female suddenly ejaculates onto her face.

Hard coughs and gurgling is heard coming between the woman’s thighs, struggling to breathe as her nose and mouth are filled with the feminine fluid. When the female finally does pull away, she gasps hard for air while she writhes there on the desk, looking quite defeated with a mixture of saliva and feminine cum drooling from her mouth. Her face is also quite the mess, glistening and dripping from the amount she was showered with. Humiliated and exhausted, she lies there trembling and limply, waiting to catch her breath and regain her strength.

 

[Akuro]

Mikael withdrew his blood and cum-stained cock from Carita's battered pussy, shivering as his hot prick suddenly found itself hanging in the cold air. The young ruler glances at his newly marked property, scowling at the sight of his leaking alabaster seed as it ran down Carita's parted legs.

"Worthless demon slut." He growled, one hand moving to grab a fistful of Carita's hair and make good on his threat, "I told you to keep it inside of your cunt."

Nima stopped him, one of her own arms moving to block his attempt. His favored slave flinched when his glare turned itself fully upon her - a look that sent needles prickling down her spine for more than one reason - yet she does not move aside. Instead, she forced herself to her hands and knees over Carita's limp form and bowed her head meekly. Shakily, and somewhat lightheaded from her own orgasm, she spoke.

"W-wait, Master. Please." The girl mumbled through haggard breaths, "I...I can...clean up after her. Please, allow me this. Any more and you might break her too quickly."

Mikael growled, "You dare." His hand changed course, instead wrapping itself around Nima's throat and forcing the girl's gaze to level with his own seething eyes, "You dare lecture me on how to treat my property? You dare utter such an insult, slave? Have you forgotten who you belong to? Who is leashed and who holds the leash between us? Shall I also prepare a banquet for your ladyship? Or perhaps you would prefer a ball?"

"Wh-whatever my Master w-wishes, I shall f-follow," Nima forced through the choking fingers wrapped around her airways, "I...I am y-yours to do with as you please, M-Master. I mere...gack...merely do not wish to waste my....Master's g-gracious seed. Please, Master."

Mikael does not relent, moments passing as Nima felt darkness beckoning, creeping closer and closer as her lungs screamed for air. Splotches of shadows crawled along the edges of her vision, and it is only when she is near unconscious does her Master release his hold. Nima coughed and gasped, massaging her sore throat as she all but collapsed on top of her slave sister. Mikael stared at her crumpled form, features holding an unreadable expression as Nima weakly pushed herself back up to her hands and knees, back arched and glistening ass pointing skyward as she dipped her head down and began to clean Carita's mess, features curling slightly in disgust at the strange mixture of blood and cum.

When she is all but finished - leaving Carita's cunt still raw from her Master's rigorous fucking but as clean as it would get - Mikael steps forward and shoves his half hard cock into her mouth. Nima stifles a whimper and begins obediently cleaning the bitchbreaker in her mouth, sucking out whatever cum hid within its length along with all that clung without.

"We will speak of this later, Nima." Mikael spoke, tone as cold and heavy as an iceberg.

The young ruler pulled his now cleaned cock from his slave-wife's hole, making a point to wipe whatever excess saliva remained upon its length on Nima's fair face. The last bout of humiliation finished, he turned his meat-stick back under his pants and quickly dressed himself back to a formally presentable state.

"Get that demon filth cleaned up." Mikael ordered as he turned to the door, "I will return this evening. She will be made aware of her place by the time I arrive."

"As my Master wishes." Nima replied, head bowed as Mikael passed through the door, closing it behind him with a near inaudible click.

The young slave sighed in relief, quickly clambering out from her place over Carita and leaned down to check on the young demon. Hesitantly, she reached a hand over to lightly brush across Carita's cheeks, ghosting over the demon's features and brushing stray strands of her silver hair away from her eyes.

"Hey," Nima whispered, "Carita, right? Can you hear me? If it still hurts, just tell me. I can have some of Master's soldiers hand you some painkillers."