The Fine Print: Another Arc (Yume Kuribayashi) (NSFW)

[-NekoUke-]

Upon the mortal plane, there existed sects or covens of people who were able to summon those of a demonic persuasion for their own use. Be it benevolent or not. The problem with the infernal however, is that they were always frighteningly opportunistic beings; offering one their services in exchange for their souls. The latter of which is what happened to one Naoki Oyakawa, a 21 year old male who for the most part seemed like your average young Japanese man. He had a sharp mind and a driven attitude whenever he could muster it. His major weakness however was his mental instability, frequently sinking into depressive slumps that were only further compounded by his feelings of isolation and the pressures of modern Japanese society. Especially the monotonous job he held down as a mere desk jockey for the Tokyo PD. Honestly, it seemed like he was at a complete dead-end, with no hopes of his personal life and mental state ever improving.

Little did he know at the time, but his life was about to be drastically altered when one night as he struggled to sleep in his futon, he'd be visited by a demoness that indeed promised him her services. And in exchange, she wanted him; his soul and everything about him. Did she approach him because of his vulnerability? His submissive fantasies? Or was it a mix of both? Regardless, he would eventually sign the contract, forever binding him to her and giving her full control over his very soul, especially after his body left the mortal plane.

A while after that fateful night, he'd find himself joining what seemed to be a normal Private Detective Agency. At least, on the surface it was; and most certainly operated like one at times as well. In reality, it dealt with the occult, its members able to summon a demonic aide; much like Naoki was able to now. Of course, nobody except for the Japanese government and higher ups within the Police knew of its existence, and deliberately kept it classified. Should its true nature become known among the public, the scandal and panic would be immense.

Fast forward to the present day, where Naoki found himself within his Mistress' chambers. Being indulged with her hospitality.

 

[Yume Kuribayashi]

Traditionally, contracts between humans and demons were forged following a summoning. A specific ritual, often done with medicinal plants, animal parts and any quantity of human blood, among other things, carried out to bring the demon forth. But other times, no ritual was needed. It was the demon who sought out the human, visiting them in the dead of night and imposing the contract themselves. This became a not uncommon practice in modern times, where the art of demonic rituals was at risk of becoming lost. All they had to do was sense the human in question they were interested in contracting with, pay them a visit, and almost always, the contract was sealed.

Meridieth bi Felungula, also known as Meri by those who knew her, was one such demon that took the "reverse summoning" route for contract-forming. She was new to the practice, having finally freed herself from the control of an incubus master she had struggled under for decades. While she could have took out all her remaining frustrations on him, which she did plenty, she wasn't interested in another demon. And so, having locked him away in the depths of her personal pocket realm, only to be brought out on special occasions, Meri traveled from Hell to Earth in search of a human boy to have for herself, in all manners imaginable.

To her luck, she found Naoki Oyakawa. The mental signature he put off through his constant worries about life and his role in society were not ones to ignore, and the undercurrent of a desire to submit in full to someone behind closed doors even moreso. In fact, she was amazed no one had tried pulling him into a contract already. She knew what she had to do there, and it all came down to an exchange of words when the time was right.

"From here on, you shall be mine. Heart, body, and especially your soul. Considering how willing you are to just give it to me, taking it should prove easy enough. Should you desire to keep living life as you are in the interim, I won't complain. But if you want to leave it all behind and be my 24/7 pincushion, I would be more than happy to oblige. Just say the word, and I shall make it so, little Nao~."

Much to her surprise, he accepted without complaint. The request that he keep 9-to-5ing for the Metropolitan Police was an odd one, but as promised, she had no complaints. (Maybe she should've used "plaything" instead of "pincushion".) However, the real surprise came when the Superintendent General himself requested audience with Naoki, and afterwards relocated him to a private detective agency under MP jurisdiction (though not on paper). One where his contract with Meri was very much an important part of their proceedings.

Wonderful. All she intended was getting someone to torment who'd accept her needles wholeheartedly, and now she was strongarmed into a seinen manga plot. No wonder her fellow demons tried talking her out of hitting up Japan for souls to contract with... Truth be told, though, Meri found the opportunity interesting, and went along with it, at the Superintendent General's behest. She even got herself a civilian identity in the process! Meruri Nekozume. She'd definitely be taking advantage of that at some point...

But that was of no matter in this moment, some time after her and Naoki's assignment to "Special Division A9" went into effect. Right now, she was concerned with working her magic on Naoki, once more as per usual.

Strutting down the hallway leading from the closet door in his apartment she assigned the honor of entrance to her pocket realm, to the foremost "cell" of her collection, large enough to feel isolating without bringing on claustrophobia in the process, Meri hummed a little tune she heard from the pedestrian crossing devices she regularly came across in Tokyo, an expression of excitement at what was about to take place. Bringing a key to the lock on the cell door, she turned it with a decisive click, and stepped inside.

There he was. Stripped down and bound to the wall in multiple places - neck, upper arms, wrists, thighs and ankles - with a ball gag one size too big fit inside his mouth. She'd have placed a blindfold over his eyes too, but she wanted to save that for later. She liked being seen by him, as being mistress and servant, there was no shame to be had on the intrinsic level. Not to mention, it would make the torment she was plotting feel all the more deserved~.

"Sorry to keep you waiting for so long, Nao," she announced, latching the door behind her with a gentle push. "I was just a little preoccupied picking the right outfit for today's "session"." The outfit in question left little to the imagination: a black bikini top and thong combo, shiny opera gloves and toe-stockings with leather straps holding them place at the top, and a collar with a large metal ring dangling from the middle strap. "Quite the stunner, right~?" She winked at Naoki, awaiting his wordless response.

While her banter may have seemed innocuous at first, the two knew full well how painful this session was going to get when it entered the "swing of things", so to speak.

 

[-NekoUke-]

Most would not have agreed to be pulled into a story that; for all intents and purposes sounded like it came from a cliche seinen manga. Though she appeared to take it in stride. At least Naoki thought so anyway, he never thought to sit down and ask her what she thought of it all. Not that it mattered anyway since they were going to get something out of this partnership, Meri especially, who had found a human that would remain under her yoke not just in this world but the next.

Which was where the man was being held right now, being shown just small tastes of what awaited him when he left the mortal plane for good.

He anticipated her arrival, drooling uncontrollably through the slightly oversized ball-gag that she had left shoved in his mouth. His eyes uncovered, all the better to gaze upon his tormentor when she eventually decided to grace him with her presence and view the various implements of torture that were on display. Thankfully, some of the more 'threatening' looking ones were simply just for show, ornaments meant to unnerve the bound captive.

But the piercings and needles certainly weren't for display purposes.

Her eventual appearance set his heart racing, both in excitement and anxiety. "Mmmph..." He groaned in what sounded like approval to her outfit, as if his slowly hardening member wasn't approval enough.

 

[Yume Kuribayashi]

As was customary for any dungeon, especially one belonging to a demon with Meri's level of pride, tools of torture were prepped at the ready for immediate use, hanging on the walls to either side of the door. So not only would whoever was bound within, like Naoki was now, in a prime position to witness whoever entered, but also the tools they would use against him. Chains, hooks, all sorts of weapons that could disfigure a man, if not dismember him with a single strike... And, of course, the tools Meri saw put to proper use. Whips, paddles, and her favorites, the needles and piercing rings. Normally they'd be placed on a cart, but only in play of such a nature in the mortal realm. In this comparatively immortal pocket dimension Meri called hers, they didn't need to be sterilized. Not that they were rusted or unappealing to imagine entering one's skin, but still... this realm wasn't one where safety or sanity was of concern. Hell, even consent had to expect itself to be checked at the door before entry.

Still, he had gone through this plenty before. What mattered wasn't what Meri would use on him, but how much of it she'd utilize.

"I thought so," Meri remarked with a sly grin, pleased at Naoki's muffled approval. His cock twitching its way towards hardness was just a bonus, the sight of it being enough to prompt the demoness to lick her lips with anticipation. "I presume you know the drill by now, little Nao. The degree to which I'll be tormenting you today will be based on your recent actions since our last session. An immediate 'punishment for your sins', if you will. And more importantly, it's not just your actions in and of themselves that will dictate how many needles I stick in your supple flesh, and how deep I'll drive them in there..." She strolled up to Naoki with each step, reaching out and tapping the tip of his cock with her index finger. Pressing against the meatus of his urethral canal, she leaned in and whispered to him with a more-than-figurative devilish grin. "It's how those actions have affected me. And boy, do I have the torment in mind for you this evening~." She exhaled sharply in intimidation, showing off her sharpened teeth to Naoki while running her tongue across them and her lips. Getting him just as aroused as he was scared, both feelings angled to increase as she would eventually get to work.