TITLE    : Demonic Submission Ch. 04
STORYID  : demonic-submission-ch-04
SUMMARY  : Celestine is haunted by her past in her dreams.
AUTHOR   : TheLastChaosLord@lit
DATE     : 2013-02-07
CATEGORY : non-human-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |demon|bdsm|tied|incubus|dream|first time|


<i>Hello again everyone! 



I hope you have enjoyed the story thus far. I know chapter 3 didn't have that much in the way of erotic content, but it was more to get a lot of the background information out there. Hopefully this chapter will be more satisfying in that regard. 



This chapter starts its focus on Rena and a glance at her true demonic form and exactly how vicious and hateful she can be. Further, we will see a bit of Celestine's past in this chapter, which will hopefully bring to light some of the issues she has but with a twist shortly after. 



Again, I am always open to comments and suggestions. I know I am hardly the best writer in the world but it's encouraging to hear you all like what you are reading. Also, any suggestions or ideas for what could happen are always welcome. I have a loose ending in my mind, but getting there is still going to require a lot of work. 



Hope you all enjoy this chapter. </i>



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Tristan sat lounging in his throne as he heard the sounds of Rena changing into her true form and disappearing down the halls of his manor, leaving her tattered clothes behind her. He pondered what he had done and knew that Claude wouldn't exactly appreciate it later, but like the perfect Kavakas Demon he was, he would not complain. Instead he would simply point out what would need to be done to remedy the situation and any concerns he may have. Tristan knew he would appear from the shadows in a few moments, but for now, he pondered his recent actions and their potential consequences... His thoughts slowly turned towards Celestine however, and he found himself excited for sleep... Tonight he would step into her dreams. Partly to see what she might dream about after this initial experience, and see if he could twist them to his ends... 



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It was nearly dawn now, and Tristan had just finished pouring his potent cum into the womb of one of the serving demons of his household. Earlier in the evening Tristan had planned on simply taking Rena and then turn in for the night. However something made his libido boil up only a short while later and he felt the need to bury himself in a woman again. Seeing the opportunity to goad Rena's rage and continue her punishment for past failings that didn't really matter, he ensured she would be present while ploughed the young demonic servant. 



Once he was finished he told the young demoness to take her leave and once she was gone he looked to Rena and observed while she literally shook in rage. She had her eyes cast down and was biting her lower lip to keep herself from screaming out. He spied a small line of blood running down her chin and was pleased to see Rena was at the point of exploding. 



"Rena." He said gently as he lounged naked in his throne. 



Rena slowly looked up to meet his gaze. Her eyes blazed in a dark purple glow, her pupils were narrow slits. Tristan hat to keep himself from smiling as he could see her grasp on her human form was already beginning to slip... Rena didn't reply of course, she couldn't. At the moment the only thing that might escape her lips would be a howl of rage. So Tristan spoke for them both...



"Do you hate me for what I've done?" He asked gently and almost apologetically. 



Rena's eyes went wide for a moment and she quickly shook her head no. No matter her rage, Rena couldn't hate him. She wasn't actually even capable of it any more. Too much of his soul was within her... To her, this man was perfect in every way, and anything that was happening was either her own fault, or much more likely, the fault of the servant that just left. Then again Tristan knew that was how Rena felt, but it still helped to reinforce it now and again. 



"I'm glad to hear that." Tristan said before taking a long pause. But eventually he spoke again. "Do you hate her?" He asked calmly. 



Rena nodded once, and Tristan could see her body tensing as if ready to pounce. 



"Do you want to kill her? Rip into her soft flesh and maim her? Spill her blood and consume her soul?" Tristan asked with growing intensity, trying to add fuel to the fire that was Rena's wrath by giving her images to focus on.



Rena's voice came out harsh and sharp. "Yes." 



"You want to vent your rage at her?" 



"Yes!"



"You want the world to shudder, as your wrath sweeps over her?" 



"YES!!" Rena howled at the top of her lungs, making the chamber echo.



"Then go..."



Rena's response wasn't with words, but with a bestial bellow that made Tristan very pleased. She didn't look back as she hurled herself towards the exit, her body already twisting into its true form, the curtain of her human shape disappearing under her own wrath and rage as she vanished into the dark. Tristan leaned back into his throne as he thought what this would bring... She would consume the soul of the servant demon and grow stronger which was perfectly fitting for one who served him so dutifully. 



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Rena thundered through the halls of the mansion, her heart set ablaze with rage and hate. She no longer was hiding herself in the human form she wore to please Lord Durial, and instead appeared in her true form as a lean bipedal predator. While only slightly taller, Rena's body was a mass of dense muscle and strained tendon and slightly hunched. She still did have an impressive bust and perk ass, but the layers of muscles drew attention away from those assets. Her fingers were no longer soft and gentle looking, but instead were covered in hard bone like plating that ended in barbed claws. What's more, her arms were quite a bit longer now... long enough that if she absolutely needed to, she could drop to all fours and reach speeds that rivaled any predator on the planet. Her legs and feet were designed for sprinting, much like that of a cat or wolf's hind legs, her knees having reversed already. From her brow two sets of curved horns sprouted and curled forwards, as if to impale any foe she ran headlong into. Her maw was full of short sharp teeth, made to rip and tear and cause as much pain as possible. Her eyes blazed in a purple haze as her black hair now shone as if drenched in blood. Her skin had gone from pale to very dark tan, which have numerous small curved bony spikes protruding out. 



Rena was on the hunt, and the target of her wrath was not far. Part of her exalted in this, the blind pursuit of venting her rage upon the world, as she had regularly before Lord Durial claimed her as his own after winning her from her previous master. This was what she was built to do... to run down her foes and tear them asunder while she feasted on their souls ripe with wrath and pain. She could smell her target as she turned another corner. The musk of sex still hanging from her... 



Rena didn't know her name... she didn't fucking care what it was. All she knew was that the bitch had gotten something Rena wanted, something she deserved. In the small part of Rena's mind that was rational, she knew that this too was part of her punishments... her master had forced her to watch while he took another one of the maids, probably at random, and coupled with her until he spilled his seed within her. The maid of course didn't understand what was going on and didn't care. She was potentially receiving the seed of a demonic lord, and potentially bearing him a child. For a young demon that was like a dream come true as it was almost a guarantee of at least some increase in status. It was one of the reasons Rena desired it so strongly as well, but there was more to it then that. Rena honestly believed she was the best suited to bear her lords' offspring. Honestly believed that anyone else simply wasn't strong enough or as willing to please him as she was. 



It was because of these things that Rena's rage was stoked into an inferno. And it was because of these things she was going to butcher the young servant demon...She turned another corner and spotted her target. In an instant the world went red, and Rena hurled herself into the air at her target. The young demoness was quick though, and managed to avoid most of the blow. But that was enough, Rena had already won...



Rena's claws had scratched the other demon, drawing blood and caused pain. Pausing only long enough to exert her own powers, Rena watched as the serving demons face quickly go from one of confusion and fear, to rage and hate. It was easy to force pained confusion into blind rage, especially for a demon like Rena who excelled in turning others emotions and desires into anger and the urge to murder. What's more, it forced the servant to focus on a sphere of power different from what she may have been accustomed to, which limited her power greatly. Rena let out a low rumble at the servant as her opponent shed her mortal form. Unlike Rena however, her natural body was much like that of a humans. She bore short horns and a whip like tail exposed itself from her lower back. The tail would be the most dangerous, as at its end was a venomous tip meant to paralyze the target in euphoria and bliss. Long slender talons grew from her fingers as well as she hissed at Rena. 



Rena could feel the rage and hate emanating from her foe like waves and it empowered her. Now her foes' soul would be tainted with wrath, making it far more appetizing... Rena moved to strike, but was forced to dodge the lightning strike of her foe's tail. Twice more the barbed stinger lashed out and again Rena was able to avoid the crippling sting. The third time though, Rena' snapped out and caught the tail, tugging it and swinging her opponent around like a rag doll, slamming her against the walls and floor. Eventually Rena let her drop to the ground and pounced on her tearing into her with claws, horns and teeth, before stabbing her clawed hand into the demoness's chest and ripping out her heart. 



Rena brought the vital organ to her mouth and began to suck on the ripped out arteries as the life blood poured down her naked form. Even as the other demon lay dying under Rena, she saw her soul being pulled from her torn out heart and being consumed by Rena. It didn't take long... and by the time Rena had consumed the last vestiges of the other demons soul, she found that her wrath had not been sated... which only made her angrier... What was worse was that the only thing to take it out on was the dead corpse... Hardly enough, but Rena didn't have anything else. This too stoked her rage and it quickly spiraled out of control...



By the time Rena's anger had played itself out, the hallway looked like a bomb had gone off inside it... Floors and carpets had been torn up, and what wasn't torn up was coated in gore. Bones ripped from the body had been tossed away with such force that they had been imbedded in the walls and ceiling or simply hurled through, leaving gaping holes. Every square foot of wall, floor and ceiling was painted red within five feet of the now ruined body. Rena looked at her handiwork indifferently, uncaring about the carnage she had sown now that it was complete. Turning away she began to leave the site for Claude to deal with later. 



Rena spied one of the other maids peeking around a corner with several of the others and barked at her to come forwards. Grinning Rena saw that they were all terrified, and rightly so, still they did as they were told by the much more powerful demon. Rena looked them over and realized they were all taller then her, as she shrunk down back to her human form. Oh well, it would have to do. 



Rena reached out and began forcefully tearing the clothes away from several of the other demons, leaving them roughed up and half naked once she was done. They could have objected, but they didn't. Rena was only one of the maids because she chose to dress like them, and because she believed it pleased Lord Durial. She didn't do a lot of actual work, unless Claude requested it, or her lord told her too. Even then, she often bullied others into doing her tasks and then reaped the rewards herself. 



Regardless, now that she was at least partially clothed with tattered bits Rena began to skip happily towards her own chambers. She would get some of her actual clothes before going to Celestine's room to stand guard. The fact that she was soaked head to toe with gore didn't seem to weigh into her mind at all, or the fact that the scarps of clothes she wore hardly covered her at all. 



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True to form, Claude appeared within Tristan's main hall only a few moments after Rena left. Glancing towards him, Claude gave a light bow to his lord and then offered a house coat to Tristan. Tristan put the coat on and loosely tied it up before taking a deep breath and letting out a satisfied sigh. Eventually he spoke. "Alright Claude, out with it." He wasn't angry, but simply putting voice to his urge to get over the report. 



"As you wish my lord. I notice that you have riled up Rena's rage. I assume she is hell bent on killing someone? I do hope it is not Miss Celestine; I would hate to see the work I've put in thus far be wasted. You know I take pride in all my works, especially those done in your name." Claude was perfectly respectful in his tone and manner. Though if anyone else in his household had questioned Tristan's actions, they probably would have had their lives ended at the very least. Claude was an exception, in that Tristan relied on his practical and almost callous views of things at times, even if he didn't agree with them all the time. 



"Indeed she is off to kill, but it isn't Celestine. It is one of the maids from the west hall, though I must admit I do not recall her name." Tristan said casually as he retook his seat. Claude nodded and moved up to be fully in front of Tristan. 



"I see. Is there some reason for this my lord, or has Rena simply given into a fit of anger simply for the sake of it?" Claude smiled lightly at his own question. As behaved as Rena had learned how to be, the concept of her doing exactly what he described was not foreign idea to him. Further, he could recall at least two other occasions where Rena had butchered someone simply for the sake of it. Tristan smiled back at his loyal butler. 



"No, I gave her a reason... I forced her to watch as I had sex with the maid in question. I even went as far as to spill my seed inside her. But before you ask, I only did it because I planned on loosing Rena on her. It has been too long since she has been allowed to exert her powers, and I do not want her rage to wane." 



"Of course my lord, I shall see to the clean up once she is finished. However I must bring up that if this continues, even at the sparse rate it has been so far, it may become more difficult to attract future servants to your household. Many demons, even weaker younger ones, will have difficulty rationalizing serving a lord who allows them to occasionally be torn apart by a Wrath demon. Which I must also point out is something your enemies may use against you."



Tristan looked to Claude curiously before speaking. "Are you suggesting that I get rid of Rena? That I kill her and consume her soul completely even after all the work you and I have put into teaching her how to behave outside of a fighting pit or off the battlefield? If that is the case, I must say that is cold, even for you." Claude chuckled and shook his head. 



"Of course not my lord. Personally I take great pride in the success we've had with that wild creature, and I know you do too. Besides that fact, she is a powerful demon, and has actually grown stronger for our education rather then weaker as many might expect. Instead of being a creature of only a single sphere, she has expanded into lust and to a much lesser degree envy, even if she doesn't realize it." Tristan listened to his explanation but eventually replied calmly.



"She wishes to bear my children Claude, desperately so at times. I think she has convinced herself that she would be the only worthy to do so in the whole world. While I am pleased to know she thinks this, it also worries me. As far as I was aware we never taught her anything about child bearing, and even instinctually it's a bit of a stretch to assume she would understand it completely. So unless you gave her a private lesson..." Tristan let his suggestion hang in the air for a moment and Claude nodded quickly. 



"Indeed Lord Durial, I did instruct her that it was possible for her to bear children. I was hoping to insight a measure of pride within her, though I must admit so far it hasn't taken well. She wants it more because she feels it would make her more important to you and the honest belief that she could successfully do it, despite the dangers. I hope I did not overstep myself. If I have I will accept any punishment you wish to lay upon my head." Claude said bowing to Tristan again. 



Tristan listened passively and once Claude was finished he nodded lightly. "No punishment will be necessary Claude. There is no reason for it after all. If anything this is a positive result, as I have another handle to control her. Plus, it leads her to even more carnal acts in an attempt to please me. There are days the lust literally radiates from her. So much so I have to wonder if she is actually using demonic powers based within the sphere of lust." Claude nodded at Tristan's suggestion and responded. 



"It is possible my lord. There have been occasions when she has left the premises of her own volition and gone hunting for souls to consume. Usually she targets the wrathful and angry, but there has been at least two occasions that I know of when she has used her sex appeal to lure in victims and consumed them while riddled with lust. As far as I am aware she doesn't consume them after conducting sex, but before. Perhaps she doesn't want to risk impregnation from a human." 



Tristan understood that. Impregnating a human or impregnation by a human was a potential way for demons to reproduce, but it was a slow and taxing process. The offspring usually grew up at the pace of a normal mortal, and that put them in a great deal of danger from both their parents and other demons. Fortunately for him lust demons almost always had control over how virile they were or how receptive their bodies were to the seed of males and could prevent it from occurring. But being a wrath demon, Rena was less fortunate, at least for now. Still, he was pleased to know she was consuming lustful souls, as it would broaden her powers and desires. 



Tristan however turned the discussion to a completely different direction. "What of Celestine my friend, what do you think of her?" 



Claude pondered that for a long moment but eventually spoke. "She is a unique prize my lord. She is beautiful but isn't quick to flaunt it, a rare commodity these days, though I personally think that quality adds to her attraction. I would even hazard a guess that she doesn't quite understand her full beauty, or is afraid to admit it to herself. Further she seems to be made of sterner stuff then most mortals. She continued to ask questions about her situation even when it would frighten most mortals away. I must admit the pride I feel as the teacher as she seems to be learning quickly." Claude said smiling lightly. Tristan chuckled back, knowing he had chosen the right teacher for Celestine. It gave Claude a chance to flex his pride, while he was specific enough to be a great teacher for her.



"I must ask however, what are my lord's intentions?" Claude asked carefully. It was rare that he wasn't able to discern Tristan's intent, and right now he had no idea what his master was up to. Allowing Celestine to ask questions as she pleased was odd enough, but to answer them all truthfully was a complete surprise for Claude. 



Tristan looked to his friend and pondered the question himself. Eventually he shrugged. "I intent to corrupt her, but beyond that, I have no idea. It is clear to me she strives for constant self control, and denies herself a great deal of pleasure because of it. I plan on destroying that control and turning her into a wanton vixen willing to allow others control her as well as dominate others. However, somehow I feel as if there is something more at work then me setting aside a fruit to ripen before plucking it and consuming it. But enough of intentions and what have you. I am a creature of spontaneity, and long winded plans in matters like this hold no desire for me. Instead I wonder if you have noticed it yet Claude, or if it is perhaps my imagination." Tristan looked to Claude wondering if he had come to a similar conclusion as himself. 

<hr pg="2" />Claude took a moment but ultimately shook his head. "I am afraid I do not understand what you mean my lord. Perhaps if you could tell me I may be able to put it to a proper analysis."



Tristan chuckled some. "I fear this may not be something that can put to analysis my friend, and I am not surprised you haven't noticed it, as it may indeed just be my imagination. I feel as if Celestine may be having some effect on us, and perhaps not a totally negative one. I believe she is making us more inclined to act upon our desires, or more specifically, upon our primary sins. Before you ask I don't have any hard evidence, but I have made a few observations. First is actually with myself. Normally I do not couple with that who serve me, except for Rena and she is a unique case. Yet I did with one of the maids right in front of her because I felt like rutting again, even when I otherwise wanted to go to bed. It is harder to tell with Rena but I am quite certain that she would have murdered that maid even if I had told her not too. She may have been slightly more subtle about it, but I think she still would have done it. Further while she was restraining herself, she went as far as to draw blood from herself, something she has never done before, even when tested. Though I must admit the way she bites her bottom lip is adorable. Regardless, the situation may have pushed her too far, but I am unsure."



Claude pondered everything his lord had said and eventually brought the question forwards. "What about myself Lord Durial? Are there any indicators for myself?" Tristan nodded slowly. "Yes my friend, there are. Again this may be happenstance, but I've noticed you seem to be expressing your pride quite freely. Before you say it, I know this is normal for you, but it is abnormal for you to put it to voice when you feel pride for others... You even praised Rena moments ago, even after finding out she will be ruining one of your perfectly maintained halls..." 



Claude blinked at this and pondered what this meant, if anything, but before he could reach any conclusions Tristan continued to speak. "Do not worry about it my friend. It may be nothing, or it may be something. It shouldn't be dangerous to us, and even if it does pose some threat, I am certain we could handle it. Regardless, if it does turn out Celestine has some sort of effect on us, it may be something we can turn to our advantage. Demons are constantly struggling to maintain control over their base desires, whatever that desire may be. Imagine if we could turn it against my foes, and the ruin it could bring." Tristan said almost excited. 



However before he could continue Claude spoke up again. "I imagine it could be quite devastating. But also keep in mind the possibility that it could be swung against you as well my lord. If she does have some ability, it is doubtful she knows about it, or has any ability to control it. As you said, I am sure you can handle it, but there are times you throw caution to the wind." 



Tristan nodded and slowly rose. "You are correct my friend. Loath as I am to admit it, I may not be perfectly equipped to handle such a power if it were turned against me. Keep aware of my actions if you would be so kind, and let me know as needed if I am being too excessive."



"Of course my lord. I would be happy to assist you in any way. However it is getting late. Have you changed your mind about taking rest this evening?"



Tristan shook his head slowly, a lustful smile growing on his lips. "No, I shall take my rest. After all, I can only slip into Celestine's dreams while we both sleep. I may not interfere with them this time, but that really depends on her. If I am correct about her, I may not even need to do anything. What about the marks? You informed her of those as well?" 



"Of course my lord, though I must admit by that time she had realized that I was leading the conversation along. Still she seemed disgusted by the idea of it all, something about being a slave and all that. She also mentioned she wasn't inclined to let you 'dress her up' later on. I would expect reluctance when you take her shopping for clothes..."



"I expected as much Claude, so it's not that much of a surprise. Still, I'm sure she'll put the dots together and think to use the marks against me... We'll see if they are necessary or not, but I am looking forwards to it all..."You did inform her that pious individuals tend to be particularly safe from demons and their influence, correct?" 



Claude nodded once and responded. "Indeed, I ensured that the conversation would eventually include that tidbit of knowledge. Though I would dare to ask why you wanted her to know that. She could use that knowledge to protect herself from you and the rest of us for that matter."



Tristan stood and began to head towards his personal chambers, Claude following a step behind and to his right. "There are two reasons Claude. The first is because if she does resist it means a greater challenge and farther to fall when she does eventually break. The second, is because when people repress their desires while waking, whatever they desire often crops up in their dreams." Tristan looked back to his butler and grinned to him, his golden eyes shimmering in power and delight...



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Celestine could smell the new car smell as she fidgeted awkwardly in her boyfriends' car. Vic had just gotten it and while it wasn't top of the line, it was still a nice muscle car that suited him well. She stole a glance over to him and his lean athletic body and blushed hard, incredibly nervous about what she was sure was going to happen. Stealing another sidelong glance, she realized that he was looking at her too. She knew Vic was a gentleman, and while they had kissed before, they had never really gone any further. But this was sort of the local place to do it... 



She knew it was cliché as hell. A young couple, alone in a car at some out of the way spot that overlooked their home city. It was in the middle of the night, and the city shone, though neither of them was actually interested in the view of the city. Celestine didn't know if Vic was her soul mate or whatever, but she did know she liked him a lot, and he liked her too. She knew he wanted to have sex, but she wanted to have it too. Partly to experience what her friends were always talking about especially Cameron, partly because she wanted to have it with him. 



Both of them looked to each other again but instead of looking away embarrassed they held each others gaze for what felt like forever. Then everything seemed to happen at once. Somehow they ended up in the back seat of his car and half naked. Celestine gasped as she saw him pull out his quickly hardening penis and roll the condom on. Instinctively her hand moved down to her nether lips and began to rub them slowly, feeling the wetness seep out of her. Seeing her do this quickly made Vic swell even larger. To Celestine it looked like it might hurt, but before she could object, Vic reached down and took her free hand and placed it upon his cock. 



Through her gentle touch she could feel the heat emanating from his manhood, which seemed to somehow prime herself as her whole body began to buzz and warm. Celestine looked to him with wide eyes, not entirely sure what to do. Practically she knew where everything went, but how she got to that step she didn't know. Thankfully Vic seemed to take control and started to encourage her to move her hand up and down, slowly stroking him. At first she didn't know if she was pleasing him or not, but he suddenly groaned lowly and it set off something instinctual inside her, making her grip a little firmer as she sped up each stroke. 



Vic didn't just let himself be pleasured though. Soon enough he reached down to her pussy and began to dip his fingers inside her, while his thumb rubbed her clit. For Celestine, it was like getting struck by lightning and she immediately gave a sharp gasp. This was the first time someone had ever touched her like this, and she liked it. She liked it a lot... The foreplay didn't last long though, and Vic had to get her to stop stroking him or he might not last. He continued to finger her however while he regained control but after a few minuets of it, they both knew it wasn't enough any more. 



Celestine slowly lifted her legs up; splitting them to give him a perfect view of her pussy as Vic slowly lined himself up. She felt the head of his cock begin to split her pussy lips and again she gasped and shuddered. Vic paused, worried that he might have hurt her somehow and looked to her. The only thing he saw was Celestine looking back, eyes pleading him not to stop. 



Vic entered her slowly, and did break through her hymen. It did hurt, but what came after soon blew away any memories of pain. Quickly Celestine got used to him and within moments they were humping quickly and furiously. Celestine pawed at him feebly as Vic stabbed in with at least some measure of control, not wanting this to end too soon. Though it did not take long for Celestine to begin moaning wantonly, which didn't exactly help. She was gently brushing her fingertips over his lean body which kept distracting him from his control. Each touch was like an invitation to simply let loose, even though he knew that wasn't entirely the case. Still, something had to be done; otherwise he would finish too soon and before her. So Vic did the only thing he could, and took both her wrists and held them above her head, pinning them to the tops of the back seat. 



Celestine felt him take away the use of her hands from her and something clicked inside. It felt fantastic, and made her wish he would pound into her even harder. Vic felt it too, as her pussy fluttered around his cock and tried desperately to milk him for all he was worth. Vic groaned out, slowly trying to pull out to prevent himself from going off. Celestine, still in the middle of her first orgasm didn't want him out of her, and wrapped one of her legs around his waist and pulled him back in hard. The impact of his cock inside her made her cry out in ecstasy as she clamped down on him with her pussy. 



It wasn't surprising that Vic couldn't hold out any longer, and began to spill inside his condom, deep within Celestine. She could feel his cock bucking as it spent itself, but something inside her felt slightly disappointed as she couldn't feel his seed inside her. It didn't matter though, this had been the single greatest experience of her life thus far, and she wanted more. So when he pulled out she almost whimpered. Celestine looked up and met his gaze panting and quaking as he still held both her hands. But with his free hand he unwrapped her leg from him and held it out, restricting her movement further, essentially controlling her utterly. Her face was a mask of ecstasy and want for more. She moaned at him and writhed under his grip, spreading her legs further to try and invite him in... 



Vic might have had a fair amount of control for a high school student, but that was too much. He quickly stabbed into her again, having never gone limp. He kept her hands and leg under control the whole while and Celestine reveled in the sensation of it... She couldn't stop him, even if she wanted to. She didn't have any control what so ever, as he thrust into her. He watched her breasts bounce with each thrust and it only drove him on further and further which sent her to even higher heights...



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Celestine watched detached from the physical experiences of the scene playing out in front of her. She watched the memories go by with a nostalgic smile on her face. That had been years ago, and was still one of the greatest experiences of her life. Unfortunately she knew that this dream, or whatever it was wouldn't last... Looking away from the window into the happy memory, she looked to her memories a few days later. She didn't want too, but it was where her memories brought her...



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Celestine impatiently waited for Vic in the school parking lot. School had just gotten out but she always rushed to his car to wait for him. It was only worse now because after having sex, she was all the more desperate to spend as much time with him as possible. Today was particularly important; because they were going to spend the evening with each other again, and she hoped have sex again. She had been priming him all day long, sending him text messages that would have defiantly gotten them into deep shit if they got caught doing it during school hours. 



At first they had been simply flirty and playful, but by the end each word back and forth made her heart skip a beat and made her cunt wet and her mouth dry. Vic had all sorts of dirty ideas... and even suggested that Celestine got off on being controlled, and maybe even dominated. She wasn't sure about the domination thing, but she had to admit that when he took away the use of her hands and what not, it really set her off. However things began to almost get out of hand during final period... He had texted her to touch herself and things like that. The thing is, Celestine did it. She didn't know why she did it, but she did it, and it made her so hot. Only Cameron noticed, and when she did Celestine showed her the text and her usually wild friend gapped at the command and looked back to Celestine, only to find her still touching herself. 



Now she was almost vibrating she was so turned on. She had said goodbye to Cameron in record time and ran to his car as quickly as possible, where she was waiting for several minutes now. She texted him begging him to hurry, to which he only replied that, she had to be patient. This only made Celestine nearly go crazy but she waited regardless. Eventually she did seem him leave the school with a couple of his friends and they were horsing around some and having fun. Celestine, thinking to get back at him for making her wait sent him a text suggesting that if he did hurry, she would even try taking him in her mouth and really let loose. Vic got the text and began to pull up his cell to read it. Celestine waited patiently where she was, which got her a perfect view as everything happened. 



Vic's friends, seeing him reading yet another text from Celestine, gave him one last playful shove. But given that Vic was stunned by what he was reading, he didn't react at all and quickly began to fall. Backpedaling to try and keep on his feet got him near the driving lane of the parking lot. From there everything seemed to go into slow motion as Celestine watched and saw him hit the ground and roll some to save his phone. If that had been it, it would have been fine... but it wasn't. Vic rolled into the driving lane, during its busiest time of the day... His friends yelled out and waved at the metal head backing up into the lane, but even as far as she was from the scene, Celestine could hear the music from his car roaring and drowning out almost everything else. 



The car continued to back up at an increasing speed, and Vic looked to Celestine just as the rear tire rolled on top of his upper body. Celestine saw the agony in his face as the metal head noticed he rolled onto something big and put it into drive to get off it, which only crushed Vic further. Celestine saw the light go out of his eyes, and just broke down... While others rushed to try and help, all she could do was curl up and cry...



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Celestine watched the memories in the inky black void she stood in, and took in a shuddering breath, wishing it would all go away. From that day on she had changed... She knew that if she hadn't texted him he would still be alive. She knew if she had more control he would have never died... Slowly she pulled herself back together and glanced back at the older memory, as she tried to remember the 'good times', like all the councilors and therapist said she should. Even in her dreams she forced herself to focus on the good... even if the 'good times' were very few... 



Celestine watched the memories inside the car play out again from the beginning. It was all vague now, but that was something, and it was better then what came after. She felt the sensation of pulling open her own clothes, and revealing herself to him. It felt wonderfully erotic and arousing all over again as she bore herself for him to take in and admire. 



She felt the sensation of a warm cock in her hand, and how it twitched with each stroke of her fingers... She could smell the musk of it again, and felt how it made her stir as she let out a low purr... It was the smell of a man who wanted her... She continued to stoke as she watched the memory play out, eventually stopping her hands motion because she stopped in the memories. Immediately her hands felt empty, but she was soon filled by the sensation of having her pussy explored and gingerly entered by someone's fingers. Each thrust felt deeper and deeper, and Celestine felt herself oozing around the invading digits. It was slow and methodical, but it was good and built up the pleasure nicely. 



Celestine vaguely knew it wasn't exactly like what Vic did... He was clumsier, and less experienced. But she rationalized that she was forgetting what it was like when he did it, and was just filling in the gaps with other experiences. But it didn't matter, so long as she was thinking of him... However it didn't take long for the fingers to withdraw, just as they did in the memory she watched like a TV show, yet recalled the sensation of being there. She knew what would come next and longed for it... 



She gasped as she felt something thicker and hotter than fingers begin to probe her waiting sex. Quickly she began to spread her legs to give better access, just as she did in her memories. However it began to deviate from the memories she watched... She saw Vic slowly thrusting deeper into her and vaguely recalled him claiming her virginity, but what she felt was different. Instead of entering her, she felt the probing member withdraw, only to begin grinding its length up and down her sex and already hard clit. However Celestine moaned along side the voice of her memories and she didn't try and figure it out... all that mattered was that it felt good. When she began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding her cunt against what she could only assume was a mans cock she shuddered in delight as it slid between her pussies lips and dipped lightly into her wet slit. 



Without thinking, her hands slowly began to reach down towards where she felt the grinding member, aiming to grasp it so that she could force it to properly enter her. As she watched her own memories she saw Vic reaching to take her wrists. Just as her fingers brushed the cock that teased her so perfectly, she felt the vague recollection of Vic taking her hands. It was a nice memory, but it was only a memory. So it was startling when she felt strong masculine hands take her wrists and force them above her head so high she was almost off her feet. Celestine's heart skipped a few beats as she pulled gently to free her hands, and quickly found she couldn't, just as she had in her memories. But unlike her memories, this was now; this was intense, and fresh. It made her heart begin to race as she unwillingly moaned, no longer in control... 



She felt the member that had been poking her and grinding against her withdraw, robbing her of the tantalizing sensation. However as she began to whimper she felt someone stepping up behind her, and she immediately leaned back into whoever it was. She felt his strong chest against her back. She could feel how well built he was, and far more importantly, she could feel his manhood nestled up between her ass cheeks, its hot hardness grinding up between them. 



Regardless of what she felt now, the memory with Vic continued to play out in front of her. She watched as he continued to plough himself into her, over and over. She could feel the memory of the sensation, but it was overshadowed by what was happening now. The phantom's hands started at her neck and slowly began to work their way down her shoulders and the sides of her body. However despite this she still felt her hands were held above her head, but instead of by hands now, by soft shackles. When and how the change happened, Celestine didn't care, because each passing moment meant that his hands explored her body further. Each touch set her skin alight with sensation, and by the time they reached the small of her back, she was whimpering and gasping with each movement. 

<hr pg="3" />When the hands left her skin she almost began to weep, but it didn't take long before she found relief. The hands found her bottom, and gently kneaded the soft flesh they found, slowly stroking his manhood between them. When she felt the dribble of wetness from the meat stick nestled between her cheeks her senses spun. She could feel it jerking and twitching, almost like it was begging to enter her. She wiggled her hips and she felt it jerk even harder, and a satisfied sigh sounded into her ear. This man wanted her, and badly, but for now he was restraining himself, potentially even more then he was restraining her... 



But whomever it was, he didn't just take the teasing, instead he let go of her bottom, before spanking both cheeks sharply. The impact made Celestine arch her whole body and gasp as the force shook her down to her womb. She found delicious pleasure in that small pain and couldn't help but writhe against the man behind her. Her own breath was coming in quick pants now, and her heart thundering in her ears. 



She saw her memories of her and Vic, and he was trying to pull out so he wouldn't lose himself just yet. She moaned as she saw her younger self wrap a leg around him and forced him back into her before erupting into his condom. She remembered her first orgasm, and how it seemed to send her whole world spinning, but she also remembered how unsatisfying a condom felt. She wanted to experience a man raw and feel his cum spill deep inside her cunt... She realized now that the man fondling her was raw... 



All other thoughts were swept away however when she felt his hands migrating over her hips and began to dip into her groin. Reflexively she closed her legs to prevent the invasion, but his hands were skilled, and danced along her skin sending small tickling pleasures just above her sex, which made her jerk gently. Still she kept her legs closed, and smiled at the small defiance... However he was not beaten yet, as his hands dipped lower, making his cock grind down between her lower cheeks to the point where she could feel the bulbous head of his cock just near her anus... 



Celestine had never tried anal before, the thought simply never occurred to her. Yet now the thought of it now invaded her mind. Could she give up her ass to someone? What would it feel like? Could she even handle it? Would it matter to him if she couldn't take it? Even if she couldn't, what would stop him from simply impaling himself there anyway...? The notion of someone simply taking her ass, even against her will brought a gasp to her lips... Again she wiggled her bottom against the hard manhood nestled between her ass cheeks, secretly wishing he would take her like that... 



He seemed to take pause at that for a long moment, and Celestine held her breath as he did. But his response was a light chuckle that tickled her neck before his hands dipped down and began to feather against the insides of her thighs, sending little jolts to her cunny as she tried to keep her legs closed... A whimper of protest came from her lips as his fingers left the sensitive flesh however, and began to migrate up again... Over her hips and along her stomach, until they reached just under her breasts, so close she could almost feel his touch against the sensitive mounds. She tried to bend forwards, but his hands pressed gently into her torso, so that she couldn't bend over, and was pushed into his chest... her act of defiance beaten, Celestine let out a sigh of defeat and relaxed against his firm hands, before they began to move again. 



However to her disappointment, they went around her breasts, and above them, gently over her chest and up the front of her neck. Celestine again reflexively leaned her head back as the hands reached up over her chin and gently brushed her lips. A single digit brushed them a number of times, before she slowly opened her mouth. It didn't dart in like she expected, but instead tentatively began to slip between her lips. Her want for sensation was getting the best of her however, and she gently began to suckle on the single finger, a low moan escaping her as his other hand danced up and down her neck, coming closer and closer to her breasts with each pass... As if threatening that soon he would take them in hand... Celestine sucked the invading digit hard, and flicked it with her tongue, as if trying to coax it to go deeper into her mouth. However when it began to withdraw instead she gently bit down, as if trying to forbid the action. Still she did not bite hard enough to do harm and he withdrew regardless. 



By now, Celestine was shivering with pent up desire. She so desperately wanted to find climax, but this was so utterly unlike anything she had experienced before. Unlike the direct and straightforward fucking she got from Vic, this was slow to build up and left her hanging on the cusp of climax. She was held in control by him, completely and utterly, and they both knew it aroused her powerfully. But with his hands free now, she felt his touch begin to move towards her breasts, before his hands left her completely. She could still feel him pressed up behind her, and she leaned against him even more hoping to incite a reaction. 



She apparently succeeded when Celestine felt his hands cup her breasts firmly and knead the sensitive mounds flesh. Pulling and bouncing her ample breasts in each hand, as he explored every curve and the weight of her generous breasts. It brought a moan to her that was low and long as his groping became more and more forceful. Each touch was like a little shove towards the cliff of her orgasm and with each passing moment she hoped for more and more. Until finally his fingers gently pinched her nipples between his middle finger and thumb, and flicked them with his index finger... Never before had she reacted like this, to so simple a touch, which cased her to cry out as her cunt flooded and ran down her legs. Celestine couldn't believe this was happening... he hadn't even gotten to her pussy yet, only her sensitive nipples, and already she was spent and shuddering as each flick sent a wave of pleasure through her that seemed to dwarf the last... 



So strong was her reaction that Celestine didn't notice when one of his hands moved from her breasts and between her legs. She had spread them reflexively to try and keep her balance, despite being held up by her hands. Yet despite her euphoria, as soon as she felt his fingers touch her sex she quickly squeezed her legs closed. It was too late of course, he was already into her cunt and his touch was quickly making her buck into his fingers. Still, despite the immense pleasure he was inflicting upon her, Celestine resisted. She wasn't entirely sure as to why, but she fought to keep her legs closed and try and force the invading hand out. 



It seemed that the man had other ideas however, as he began to slide his hand down lower and began to forcefully lift one of Celestine's legs... the memories of her time with Vic came back into focus, as she saw him unwrapping her leg from him and holding it firmly. Like then, this man was taking away the use another of her limbs, forcing his control over her. She could feel his strong hand around her ankle, slowly lifting it up inch by slow inch. He was giving her time to try and break free, and Celestine did try, but ultimately wasn't able too. Somehow he was able to exert the perfect amount of force to keep her contained, but not hurt her... And soon her leg was up as far as it would go, and like her hands, she felt something tied around her ankle so he could still make full use of his hands... 



Celestine tried to put voice to her protest, but the only thing that came out were lusty whimpers and wanton moans as she tested her bonds. Slowly it dawned on her that she was completely and utterly at his mercy, and she loved it... She wanted more, and she wanted him to do it. But now it seemed he was no longer touching her... She suspected he was admiring her as she was, and his handiwork. The thought of someone just looking at her like this, naked, trussed up and helpless, made Celestine's head spin. He was looking at her, completely prostrate in front of him and the whole world. Anyone could come forward and invade her exposed and damp sex. 



The memory of her time with Vic was over, and part of her pondered if she should continue playing it back... But quickly the thought was shoved aside... This was so much better... instead of vague recollections, this was vivid and stole her breath away. But she wanted so desperately for him to keep going... She had ridden the waves of pleasure from before to their conclusion and now, despite feeling exhausted, she wanted more. Her pussy was open and ready to be taken, and she wanted it to be...



"Hurry!" Celestine moaned out. "Hurry up and touch me! Please! I'm begg- AHH!!" Celestine cried out in ecstasy as she felt what she instinctively knew was a tongue slowly licking up the whole length of her slit, until reaching her clit where it deftly swirled and lapped at the hardened nub. Each touch of his tongue made her shiver and moan and buck wildly, yet somehow he managed to keep up with her movements that tried to evade him. She occasionally felt his chin against the sensitive flesh around her pussy and felt his short stubble brush her skin. 



The tongue lashing continued to barrage her entire sex, and soon began to invade the inner folds her pussy as well. It was a small wonder Celestine did not hyperventilate as her pants and gasps came almost every second. Deeper and deeper his tongue swirled within her, and soon she felt his lips wrap around her pussy as he ate her out. Celestine could feel her juices oozing down his chin as he felt his rough hands take her bottom in hand and almost crushed his face into her cunt, as he tried to drink of her even more deeply. Every move of his lips and tongue was fantastic; sending shocks and sparks through her whole body. By the end she couldn't even form coherent thoughts any more; all that mattered was the pleasure. 



The assault on her sex did not begin to ease up until Celestine was on the edge of another orgasm... But just on the cusp of it, he pulled away from her, leaving her feel suddenly very empty. Celestine screamed and begged him not to stop. She needed him to finish her, as she was quite certain she wouldn't survive being left like this... she would go mad if she was left like this. However no verbal reply came at first, but instead she felt him come up behind her again, and felt his hands slide over her body, one to a breast, and the other to her clit, more teasing her then actually pushing her over into climax. More importantly however, she felt his cock, hard and thick come up between her legs as he began to nudge at her pussy from behind. 



Celestine, so desperate for him to fill her began to lean forwards, trying to bring her pussy into line with his cock. Every breath of Celestine's was spent begging for him to impale her on his cock and make her cum. She could feel him leaning over and almost spooning with her, as the head of his cock probed the lips of her pussy she shuddered violently against him. She felt everything, from the shape of his dick to his warm breath against her neck. 



After what seemed like him making her wait forever, she heard his voice for the first time as he began to push into her sex. Even in the fog of her dreams, mind addled with lust and desire, she recognized the voice of the man about to take her. 



"You are mine, Celestine. Mind body and soul..." Tristan's voice said firmly into her ear. In an instant she remembered everything, her waking mind stepping in where her unconscious mind used to be in control. Her unconscious mind would demand he fuck her, but her rational side screamed out and forced the unconscious into submission as she pulled and tore at the bonds that held her...Screaming out her defiance of him and everything he would make her be if she gave in...



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Celestine woke up almost leaping from her bed. The thought of its warmth or comfort meant nothing to her this time as she exploded from the covers and franticly looked about the room. Fear and anger warring with her waning desire for sex... She searched desperately to make sure Tristan wasn't in her room, that he wasn't about to violate her. After a few panicked moments Celestine realized she was alone... She also realized that her nightgown was also quite damp around her groin. Cursing she stomped into the bathroom to get cleaned up after stripping out of the gown. 



She stood in the shower for several minutes, letting the cold water bite into her flesh as she anxiously wondered what that dream meant... Even now it was fading from her mind but that didn't matter. It happened; she had felt the physical pleasures... felt his tongue inside her... It was just like back in his truck. Every time she remembered it, it almost felt like it was happening to her all over again. However, without him right beside her, Celestine was able to grit her teeth and push it down. The cold water from show at full blast helped too... 



Celestine wondered how it happened... It might have been another after affect of Tristan using his power on her, but it was also possible the dream was entirely her own. Still, the thought of Tristan's power being responsible was far more appetizing to her than anything idea. She tried to think about anything she knew about demons in general, and specifically incubi demons. Anything at all that she could use to help protect herself or explain away the situation... She knew they were related to succubi, but little else... That though sparked a memory about what little she knew about succubi... They often invaded the dreams of men, often days or even weeks before consuming their souls... Who's to say an incubus couldn't do the same with women? 



Celestine swore quietly to herself, cursing Tristan and his entire house. He was trying to get to her... She wasn't willing while awake unless he was using his full power, and even then she didn't want to. So he attacked her in her dreams, where she might have been weaker! Damn him! Damn him for ruining the memory of Vic! That was something that they shared together, it wasn't meant for anyone else!



When she finally stepped out of the shower Celestine looked at herself in the full body mirror within the bathroom. She focused entirely on her face and found not some weak minded slut who couldn't wait to spread her legs... She found someone who wasn't going to give in to that bastard... It was then that Celestine swore that she wouldn't give up. She swore on the memory of Vic, the only man she knew she ever really loved, that she wouldn't give up. She would stake everything on it, mind, body and soul. She knew that if she did break this vow, she was as good as dead... probably worse...

