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Jen pursed her lips as she ran her fingers over the leather spines of the magic books. Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled out the black bound tome.

"Never even open that book." Her tutors had told her. "Those spells are forbidden to only the most puissant practitioners. The knowledge in ther eis dangerous."

But Jen wanted to know more, to do more. Her studies had gone well and she was brighter than her classmates. She would show Master Badlwin and the others just what she was capable of.

She took the book down and went to the open area in the middle of the library. She glanced at the door, she had been careful to lock it from the inside and the small warding spell she had placed on the corridor would warn her if anyone was coming down. She knew the master's habits though. Baldwin was deep into his cups and would sleep until dawn. The other students were fast asleep as well. She would have a few undisturbed hours.

Carefully, she started to mark out the boundaries of the spell. Reading the instructions carefully, smug in her abilities.
 
Valac slumbered, how long had it been? A night, a year, and century? It didn't matter, time was of no concern to him. The great demon stirred, feeling the slight trembling of magic. He was sensitive to such things, the slight weakening in the barrier between the great abyss and the world of men. He listened for the screams of the tormented soul of the last man who had dared summon him. He had been a powerful sorcerer Valac had suffered the indignity of servitude for much of the mortals short life. In the end however it only took one small mistake to lose control and Valac destroyed all that was dear to the man and devoured his soul. While most demons hated everything, they had a very special hatred for those that would try to control them.

This was not a summoning however, there was no compulsion to obey, whoever was opening the barrier lacked the power of command. His own curiosity aroused, the terrible demon peered through the veil between their worlds. 'A girl?' he observed, his usual scowl turned briefly into a smile, a wicked smile. Did this girl, barely more than a child, really think she could control a demon such as him? He watched her refer carefully to the book but she had already made her fatal flaw. Valac stepped through the veil and into the area she must have assumed would bind him. He stood over eight feet tall but bowed before the girl. "What is it you want of me human?" His voice more in her mind than in her ears, though the smell of sulfur and the heat of his presence would be palpable in the room.
 
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Jen smiled as she completed the conjuration circle. Some of the spell elements were unknown to her, but she was sure it was just a matter of following the instructions. If she had understood the spell correctly, she would summon a powerful spirit to answer her questions.

She stood back and smoothed her black skirts down, trying to look impressive despite her short stature. Her red hair hung around her shoulders and the black leather corset served to emphasise her blossoming beauty. She thought she cut a most impressive figure.

Her blue-green eyes flashed as she raised the book and started to incant. Almost at once she realised something was not right. The spell was drawing much more of her essence than she expected. Much more! She faltered but her lips continued to mouth the words, she found she was unable to stop!

Her eyes wide she finished the last few syllables and stared in horror as space seemed to tear in front of here and something came through. It was enormous, monstrous. She recognised the form of a greater demon at once.

'I did this?' she thought, at once terrified and astonished. But as it bowed, she realised that, not only had she managed it, she had bound it, she, Jen the apprentice had bound a greater demon!

Slowly, she regained her composure and effected a pose of dominance, her feet planted, hands on her hips.

"Demon, I Jenna Simmisson have summoned you here to do my bidding. You will answer my questions and grant me the power to ascend the ranks of wizards."

A small tentative smile touched her lips. She would show them all now!
 
The hot blast of air that followed Valac into her world blew back her long red hair and ruffled her short black skirt. Her essence, her soul, was still so sweet and innocent, but so ripe for corruption and sin. She was ambitious and over confident, a dangerous combination and fertile ground for a demon such as him. It was obvious from the look on her face that she had gotten so much more than she had bargained for when she had opened the ancient tome.

"Well Jenna Simmisson..." His lips pronounced her name as if it were a delectable treat, his lips savored each syllable. Clearly she didn't know how powerful names were to demons, she had much to learn and he would make sure she learned the hard way. Still he was curious as to what such a child as this would want, to learn her most base desires if only to use them against her. "...ask your first question."

He paced within the useless circle as if he were confined by her power. His eyes never left her body though, looking every bit like a predator in a cage, ready to devour his keeper if she made even the slightest error. He looked at the many buckles of her black corset and with the slightest effort caused each one to tighten, cinching up her waist. It wasn't overt, not enough to cause panic, it could easily be dismissed as her own nervousness but it was there.
 
Jen felt a flush of relief as she heard the confirmation of his subservience. This was no meek spirit though, this was a demon lord and, as such, she would have to be careful. She eyed the confines of the circle nervously, checking for any slight errors or omissions but then, if she had made a mistake, he would have already been devouring her flesh no doubt. No, she had him bound, she must use this time and then send him back.

"Demon..." she began hesitantly. She inhaled sharply, finding herself a little short of breath. She tugged at the corset slightly, surely she had not put on weight? she brushed the thought aside. She needed to concentrate. She dared not reveal she had barely reached the second tier of knowledge. But she needed access to the third tied and higher and this was a chance to get ahead.

"Demon..." she started again. "I require the power to infiltrate the mind and thougths and dreams of others, that I might know their secrets and lean what they know, drawing that knowledge into my own mind. For I am impatient of scrabblling around for scraps of knowledge. I want more and i do not wish to wait. I would have you teach me these skills tonight."

She tried to keep her gaze steely, but she could not help but moisten her lips at the thought of being able to spy on her teachers.
 
Valac watched the girl carefully re-check her circle, still unaware of how utterly useless it was. Still she had managed to tear the veil between the planes which was no small feat. He watched as she took a deep breath, the extra confinement of her corset making her breasts rise and she struggled a bit more for air. What was it about female human flesh that he found irresistible? He should just take her and drag her physically back to the abyss. A lessor demon would not likely be able to resist such a temptation, but Valac wanted to know just how far this girl would go to quench her thirst for power and knowledge.

"Unearned knowledge is a dangerous thing child." His contempt for her dripped from his words, her reach had clearly exceeded her grasp. That was the nature of humans and often the root of their corruption. How far would this girl reach, would there ever be enough for her? Valac was determined to find out, at least as long as it pleased him. "You will need to open your mind to me child, to let me show you the many things I can make you capable of doing. You must kneel and let me in if I am to teach you." Even if her circle had been properly built, letting him into her mind would have been a terrible mistake. A demon could make even the most knowledgeable sorceress do his bidding with such access.

Watching her he wondered if she would do it even if she understood the danger? Her ambition burned hot and bright inside of her, almost as bright as his lust for her. The magic she craved came naturally to him, it was part of his nature, he had never needed to learn it. He couldn't teach her per se, but he could 'force' things into her mind, both those she desired and many that she didn't.
 
Jen shot the demon a glance. he didn't sound like he was held, but she had no experience of these things. He certainly was confined to the circle. If she understood how these things worked, he had to obey her commands so, in theory, there was no risk so long as she worded her orders carefully.

"Demon, Know that you are bound to me. If you try to betray me I will send you back with a thought and with such pain as you would not dare to contemplate."

Her hands trembled a little with the lies and she clenched them together behind her back to hide them. She took a few steps forwards, closer to the edge of the circle.

"I will open my mind a mere crack. But here are my explicit commands. You will only provide me the knowledge that I seek. You will not touch or affect my mind in any other way, you will not seek out or reasrch for knowledge or powers over me. You are my servent."

She was suprised by the strength of her own voice. She hoped the demon was as impressed. Tugging at the corset again, she lowered herself to her knees, trying not to look at the massive bunched muscles and impressive might of the creature she had summoned. It was hard to ignore the demon was obviously make and she had to lower her hide to hide her blush of embarrassment.

"N..now, demon, give me what I need." As she poke the words, she allowed her mental defences to shift, allowing one small crack to show, one small window into her mind. Bracing herself, the readied her will to slam the door shut if she needed to, her hand resting on the book ready to cast what she hopes was the cancelling of the spell if she had need.
 
She was a clever girl and were she patient enough to learn properly she might one day be very powerful indeed. Valac sensed her suspicion and while he could take her at any time, he enjoyed this game and her illusion of power. It was her eyes that gave her away though, he could see her fear and doubt in them and he savored that fear. She spoke carefully and had he truly been bound by her, those words may have even kept her safe. But he was not bound and he looked on from his full height as she knelt before him, as if she were ready to worship him. He could of course enter her mind if she stood, sat, or knelt, but he preferred to have her kneeling, she would need to get used to that position. He particularly noticed how she reacted to his obvious maleness. As a demon lord he could take any shape he desired but this one suited him very well for what he had in mind for her.

"Yes Jenna Simmisson, I will give you what you need...and deserve." He spoke formally as if they were in a ritual and he were truly bound to obey her. He was careful not to ram his will into the small tight opening of her mind that she allowed him. Instead he wriggled a small tendril of his might into her mind, it slithered like a serpent as it explored her. He showed her small snippets of what she wanted. A sense of being within Master Badlwin's mind as he lectured the class full of her and the other students. The images flashed one after another, her master teaching specific spells, lecturing, studying. It was just enough for her to focus upon what he was showing her and perhaps distract her from the fact that the images were coming more quicly now. Quicker and every few would be something else, her first crush, her first orgasm. Each time something else flashed it was followed by more of her desires, her quest for learning at all costs. Whether she was truly learning to read her master's mind and take his knowledge as her own would be hard for her to say, but there was enough there to tempt her to keep her mind open and maybe open it a little more.
 
Jenna felt him insinuate himself into her mind and, for a horrified moment, she thought she had made a dreadful mistake. Fighting back the urge to slam her mind shut and cast him back, she calmed. Her mind was secure, he would only see what she wanted him to see, she had him bound, he could not hurt her. Slowly. She relaxed as images started to fill her mind. she started to see how it might be done, to infiltrate thoughts and learn Baldwin’s secrets.

She barely noticed the fleeting subconscious memories that tickled at the back of her mind as the demon rifled her memories...


She was on her father's farm, back when she was just a wool merchant's daughter. Darion, one of the labourers, picking up heavy rolls of fleece and lifting them effortlessly onto a wagon. The play of his muscles across his bare back as he sweated in the sun. The way his trousers hugged his hips and his arse. It was the first time she had felt….lust, and her heart was hammering. She had always liked him, dreamed about kissing him, but this was different…

She was in her mother’s bedroom, sneaking about, she found her mum’s lingerie drawer and looked inside, delighting in the feel of silk and satin, the colours, the textures. She was thirteen and she was sliding silk stockings up her legs, marvelling at the feel, the intricacy of the garter straps…

She was a little older, at home and frustrated after a hard day of studying. It wasn’t fair, none of the boys would talk to her since she got the top marks in the test, they thought she was a show off, a teacher’s pet, she’d never know what it was like to be with a boy….

Older still... fumbling in a dark room on a couch, Rory Gilbert, his hand son her breasts, his breath short and urgent.. she felt something in her hand, hard but velvety, pulsing… curiosity and a little fear… more fumbling… a sharp pain then urgent movement, she felt nothing but danger and fear and longing to feel more. But then it was over…

Lying in her bed in just her stockings, garters and bra. Playing with scarves… wondering what it might be like… the scarves going round her ankles, binding… a small thrill of excitement… dreaming of being captured and bound… her hands finding the warm moist place between her thighs… motion, fleeting images of ropes and leather and men…pressure building and then… shockingly… suddenly.. sweet, sweet sensations and moaning and crying out… biting on the pillow to stifle the noise, someone will hear!

Shame… confusion…
 
Valac could sense that moment of fright and uncertainty as he entered her mind. He could feel the rapid beating of her young mortal heart within her breast. Hers was such a delicious fear but it was her ambition and over confidence that he savored as he entered her mind. He let the promise of her heart's desire distract her from his violating her memories despite her instructions.

As he learned her thoughts and desires he let the more vivid memories flash through her mind as he watched what affect it had upon her. Her childhood fantasies held the clue to her most inner desires. While her lust for arcane knowledge was at the forefront of her mind, she was not immune to pleasures of the flesh. Slowly, subtly he began to insert images that were not of her own memory. Images of her in fine silks and lace, enhancing her young beautiful body. Her as the object of desire for all the men she remembered. The soft silk scarves stretching her body taut until she was helpless. A warm soft caress between her thighs. Just a taste of what she might desire between images of her masters magic.

He used his magic to reach across the imaginary barrier once again. This time he used the force of his magic to caress her body to match the images he had placed in her mind. Again only a hint of the pleasures he could show her, enough to heighten her arousal but not to bring her anywhere near satisfaction.

He had entered her mind softly, gently almost, but he left it abruptly, the lingering visions still swirling in her head as he released her. "You have what you demanded child, do not tempt your fate by summoning me again." He backed away from her as if expecting to be dismissed, but he kept up the facade of obedience and binding.

He had given her almost what she demanded, though she wouldn't know that yet. She would indeed be able to reach into her masters mind once he sobered up and awoke, but the details of what she needed to know would be obscured. She would learn all but the key elements and Valac was certain that for one like her, it would be impossible for to be so close but not obtain what she so desired. He had also marked her soul so he could return to her in her dreams to stoke her other desires. Despite his warning not to call him again, he was confident she would not be able to resist.
 
Jen knew now what to do, she felt the method and the means to start to learn secrets form her masters. it had worked! feeling a surge of triumph she allowed a moment of self congratulation, she felt pride, clever and…. and… she shifted on the spot a little. what the hell? her nipples were hard, her skin was sensitive and she could feel her… her sex was…

She flushed hotly, was this just pride or was this the demon? She looked at him and his face was intent, but she sensed nothing of his touch he had seemed true to his binding. speaking of binding…I ought to get the scarves out again it’s been a long time… shaking the thought away, she tried to focus on the demon and found herself admiring the play of muscles, the tight skin and the sheer overpowering masculinity of his presence.

Hellfire Jen, get a hold of yourself, this is no time of that sort of nonsense, cavorting with a demon is a sure way to lose your soul! Gritting her teeth she locked down her arousal and concentrated on pushing the demon out of her mind. But he was already withdrawing, her binding clearly holding him to his word.

"You have what you demanded child, do not tempt your fate by summoning me again."

“Enough demon, that is well done, and you have my thanks.” It was time to stop this, the night was wearing on and the threat of discovery increased, the longer she took.

Without waiting for a response, she started to incant what she thought was the banishment.

“And now this, you are bound to me now, you know you cannot resist my summons, and my will is strong enough and more to hold you to my service. If I have need I will call on you again, and you will respond or I will do more than a mere binding! It was a bluff born of arrogance and a sense of victory. She doubted she would have the nerve to try this again, knowing now what she did, this could have gone horribly wrong, she had been lucky.

Bowing meekly, the demon retreated into the tear and was gone. The rip sealed up and lft nothing but a lingering trace of sulphur and earthy musk.

Jen quickly erased all traces of her casting and hurried back to her bedroom, locking and magically locking the door before flinging herself on the bed and lay there, nervous excitement, lingering arousal and a sense of dangerous victory running through her. It was hard not to reach for some scarves, to try and capture that one moment of sexual bliss she had felt. But the thought of what she had accomplished, how this would affect her studies, pushed the arousal to second place for now as she contemplated the future. It took some time before her eyes finally closed.
 
Valac withdrew back to the abyss but he had the scent of the girl and had marked her soul. Her hubris was tough to take without challenge but he savored her eventual fall. She seemed completely convinced that she was in control and that made him certain she would call him again. For her it may have seemed like a long time until she drifted off to sleep, but for a demon lord it was barely a heart beat. He was back into her mind almost immediately. He had seen her desires and while he had little interest in her magical quest, but her interest in bondage and sex had him salivating over her.

He started with scarves, bright colors and the softest silk which floated all about her in her dream. They were playful, swirling about her naked body, caressing her flesh. Regardless of what she wore to bed, she was naked in her dream. The scarves swished across her bare belly, tickling her flesh before encircling her full breast. Another slid between her thighs, spiraling down her leg until it tugged at her ankle, as if it wanted to bind her but didn't quite make a proper knot. Other scarves brushed her face, her hip, her throat. They seemed to be everywhere and no where.
They became more active and animated, tugging at her wrists and ankles, encouraging her to extend her arms and legs forming an X of her body.

Suddenly the scarves turned black as coal. They were still soft but instead of simply tugging at her wrists and ankles, they were suddenly bound. She would feel the heat and smell the sulfur before the demon appeared in her dream. He stood at her feet, looking down at her naked body, bound and helpless in her dream. He smiled down at her, wordlessly taking in her body as if she were a sacrifice on an altar. He didn't speak but when he opened his mouth an impossibly long tongue extended towards her. The forked tip flickered about, tasting her flesh as it danced up her thigh towards her exposed sex. Clawed hands gripped her lower legs as he leaned over her. The light touch of his tongue lapped along her nether lips, teasing arousal out of her young body.
 
Jen shifted in her sleep, her lips parting in a small gasp as her dreams led her down a dark path.

The demon was strong, huge, his muscles impressive and his power was visceral and palpable. She had felt her own body respond with arousal and now, here in this dreamscape, she dreamed of him binding her to the bed. He towered over her and then his tongue lashed out...

Part of her was repulsed, horrified. Her conscious mind would have known at once that this was dangerous and a most worrying sign. Here, in her imagination, no such rules bound her and she indulged in the fantasy, allowing her sensual side a small moment of release. This was so close to some of her darker fantasies and her imagination supplied some frills in the form of a tight black corset, sheer stockings and garters and long black opera gloves which appeared from nowhere as the monstrous tongue flicked and teased her.

"Foul demon... " she moaned in the dream... playing into her fantasies... "You may take this body, use me for your foul debauchery, but my soul will never be yours... "

Her lips parted in another soft moan in both the dream and in her room as she lay curled up in her bed. One hand squeezed between her thighs, the other sucking on her own thumb even as she slept on.
 
Her body may have been curled up in reality but in her dream she was still bound and helpless. He saw her own embellishments, the exotic clothing that highlighted her sexuality, the unleashing of her inhibitions. "There is plenty of time for your soul my dear child, but for now I am content with your body." His voice was softer in the dream, almost soothing in it's deep reverberations that seemed to penetrate to her very core. His strong clawed hands gently traced their way up her sheer stockings, towards her exposed sex. His fingers did not attempt to invade her though as she felt his weight press onto her bed as if he were preparing to mount her.

Valac could of course see her body in real life as well as her dream visions. He pressed his large hand against her mound, letting her thighs squeeze him if she desired. As he knelt next to her he willed his cock to stretch out and snake its way up and over her corset, between her heaving breasts, and to press against her lips. As she moaned his cock head forced its way between her lips, giving her something to suckle though it was much thicker than her thumb. He rubbed firmly against her young pussy, building a slow steady rhythm against her, trying to find her own natural frequency.
 
Jen was lost in a most erotic dream. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a small part of her wondered at the intensity of it all. She dreamed she was bound, helpless, and dressed in the most provocative clothing and her body responded to the images with an ease that would have shocked her waking mind, but here, all things seemed normal.

She imagined the demon touching her, and she seemed almost to feel it. Something slipped between her lip. It was large, warm. Her nostrisl filled with musk, a heady aroma of smoke, maleness and something she could only think of as pure sex. Her mouth accepted the intruder gladly and, in her dream, her imagination supplied an image of the demon assaulting her mouth with his monstrous organ. Had she been awake, she would have never allowed this. But her body was on fire and her imagination fevered as, in her dream and in the real world, she began to suck and lick and taste.

"Mmmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm"

Her aroused mind devoured the images as her mouth devoured the cock, her back arching as the sheer danger and wickedness of the dream stirred longings kept deep inside. She bobbed her head eagerly... drawing in more of the cock, suckling on it hard and swirling her tongue around the head.
 
Human dreams were powerful things indeed, even the most skeptical of souls could lose themselves in the dreamscape. For a fertile mind like Jenna's the possibilities were nearly endless. However Valac had more lofty goals than exploring a young girls fantasies. He rode her passion to the very peak of her arousal but then he stopped, leaving her mind panting and wanting, her sleeping body aching to her very core as her dream vision filled with a deep fog of darkness.

Before she woke though he fed upon her anxiety. She found herself in her classroom, the other students filing in around her. Except she was bound, her hands behind her back, her body naked before all of her classmates. They gawked and pointed but there was nothing she could do to hide her nakedness from them. Then the instructor arrived, and the class became silent as the lesson began. The other students began doing wondrous magic almost without effort. When it came to be Jenna's turn she couldn't free her hands to do even the simplest of spells. The other children laughed at her, the echoes of her humiliation still ringing in her ears as she was startled awake just in time to make it to her classes.
 
Jen awoke with a start, confused and in the most desitressing state of arousal. Her dreams were already starting to fade, but she knew they had been very erotic and lewd. She could almost still imagine her hand bound, the feel of silk and lace on her skin, the moist rasp of a tongue.

*What on earth was that all about." she wondered, her body tingling with sexual excitement. If the bell had not sounded she might have been tempted to explore the feeling in bed for ten minutes. It had been a very long time since she had played with herself and, save for that one fleeting expreince, orgasms were almost unknown to her and she felt, if she had had the time, today might have been the day.

Cursing, she rose and dressed, unable to push away entirely the randiness of her dreams. All the way through breakfast she felt distracted. Small things making her shift, a light brush of another student's robes, a smile on a hot boy's face.

*Get a hold of yourself, Jen. You're not a botch in heat!* she berated herself.

By the time she got to classes, she had things a little more under control. The thought of trying out the magics the demon had shown her managed to push down the arousal.

Her intital attempts however were frustrating. Three times she felt she had almost made a connection to her master, but each time it had been like holding wet mud in your hands, the magic seeping through her fingers. In the back of her mind, she seemed to hear the sound of young people laughing, and she flushed even though no one was making a sound. Why was it not working? was it some lacking in herself, or had she missed something in the information imparted by the demon.

Cursing again, she settled to her classes, knowing what she would have to do. She would have to summon him again and find out what had gone wrong. The thought was scary. he was so powerful, so primal, but she had bested him before, and it had seemed quite easy. She could bind him again.

If she had thought about it, she might have found it odd that, as she thought of the demon, her arousal began to swell once again. But she took it as a simple continuation of how she had woken up and, annoying as it was, she tried to pay it no mind.

That night, long after student lights out, she found herself back in the library, once again conjuring the magics to call the demon.
 
Valac felt the subtle pull of the young sorceress' summons, really more of an invitation than a demand, but one to which he eagerly responded. He had been waiting for her and came to her quickly, almost before her spell was truly complete. "You did not heed my warning child." He said to her sternly, his heat and scent of sulfur filling the room as he appeared." Again he respected her binding despite its actual ineffectiveness. He came right the the very edge of her warding as if it were an actual barrier and not simply a figment of her imagination. He reached out his hand as if he were going to grab her, a test of her confidence more than anything. He stopped just short of her, his sharp claws grasping at air as he imagined tearing her clothes from her mortal flesh.

"Have you learned all you desired my dear, have you become the great sorceress you desire so desperately to be?" His voice patronizing her ambition and foolishness. His laugh was low and deep, reverberating in the young girl's chest as he seemed to mock her. Pride was an dangerous emotion for such a young and inexperienced creature as this one perhaps it would make her more reckless.

As he confronted the imaginary barrier he snorted like an angry bull. His hot breath flowing towards her and swirling about her ankles and spiraling upwards to caress her legs and upper thighs, a small reminder of her dream. "Why do you waste your time with such petty concerns, you are young and beautiful, I can show you how to relish in the pleasures of the flesh. Surrender yourself to me and I will show you pleasures you have not imagined." His lips curled upward in a diabolic grin as she would notice his eyes tracing every curve of her young body. He made no effort to hide his lust for her.
 
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