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Introduction:

Things get a little rough between young Angela and her lover

I don't know how long I slept. It felt like forever. I sat up in bed and noticed that Damien or as I was now calling him "Master" was gone. I admit, it was a little odd calling someone Master, being owned by another physical being, but when I thought back to the love and the passion I felt last night, I really didn't care.

I was still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes when Damien stepped through the door that had originally brought me here. He was wearing a pair of skin tight jeans but he was shirtless. His arms behind his back, as if hiding something from me.

"Good morning, my love." he said giving me a peck on the cheek. A smile spread across my face.

"Good morning, Master." I raised an eyebrow.

"What are you hiding behind your back?"

"Just a little something I had made for you. Close your eyes," I covered my eyes with my hands.

"Ok, you can look now." I uncovered my eyes and he was holding a beautiful black dress. It had a red rose trailing up one side. It had a very deep v-neck as well as being very short.

"Oh Master, it's beautiful. I love it!" I squealed with delight. Damien smiled and handed it to me.

"Try it on." I got up out of the bed, still feeling a little sore from last night. I pulled the dress over my head. It fit perfectly. But I was right, it was incredibly short. It ended just an inch or two below my pussy.

"Uhm Master, I think it's a little short." He raised his hand to my cheek.

"No my dear, it's supposed to be that way. You look so beautiful in that." I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. Something about his touch just made me so nervous. But at the same time I could feel myself getting wet. His eyes seemed to glow brighter.

"You'll also notice you're not wearing a bra or panties. You are not to wear them while you are here. This will show the other demons that you are mine." He brought his lips to mine and began probing his tongue into my mouth. I grew weak in the knees and he caught me as I started falling. He sat me down on the bed. I felt a few tears welling up in my eyes. I don't know why. I just felt so exposed that I felt a little embarrassed.

"Hey, come on. Stop that." He said gently. He knelt down to meet my eye level and used his thumb to brush away my tears. He sat down next to me and wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm sorry." I wiped the rest of my tears away.

"I think I just miss my friends and family." Damien sighed.

"There's something I should tell you. Your friends and family have forgotten you've ever existed." I was confused. I opened my mouth to question him when he explained.

"When you became bound to me, your life was wiped from existence. Anyone who ever knew you has forgotten about you." I pushed him away. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"How could you do that?"

"Would you rather I have them be miserable; missing you, thinking you're dead?" I thought about it. And I finally relented. I sighed.

"I guess you're right, Master." He smiled.

"That's my girl. Now come here." I couldn't stay mad at him. I walked over and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I love you. So much."

"I love you too." He kissed me running his tongue against my lips and then poking his way inside. My tongue met his and I could feel our tongues dancing together in my mouth. It was wonderful.

He moved his hands to my shoulders and slowly slid the straps off. My dress fell to the floor. I ran my now black tipped fingers over his abs. I could feel him harden in his pants.

"Master, I’m still sore from last night. But I can think of other things we can do." I gave him a seductive smile as I pushed him back on the bed and then knelt before him. He unbuttoned his pants and scotched a little closer to the edge. I pulled down his zipper, freeing his member from its confines. I completely pulled of his jeans and lay them next to me.

I had only tried this once with my (now ex) boyfriend and it hadn't gone well. He hadn't even climaxed before I had to get him out of my mouth. It was horrible. But now, as I knelt before Satan, figure of all evil, my mate and master for life, I was not nervous at all.

I wrapped my hand around his monster cock and my finger and thumb barley touched. I began rubbing my hand up and down his shaft. Stroking slowly and firmly. I could feel it getting even harder.

"Oh, Angela." I heard him groan. I brought my mouth to his tip and wrapped my lips around. I began engulfing in more and more of him until I felt him hit the back of my throat. By some miracle, I had been born without a gag reflex. I still had a few inches left. I began to bob my head up and down. Taking in a little more each time until finally, I had all of him in my mouth. My chin was resting against his balls. I reached my hand up and slowly began massaging his balls. I could hear him moan in ecstasy and so did I. Suddenly he began moaning even louder and I felt something gush in my throat. I began to slowly him out but not before making sure I got all his cum. A few drops over flowed and dribbled down my chin. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft completely cleaning him before finally pulling him out.

"That was wonderful, baby." he said pushing my hair out of my face. I used my fingers and wiped the rest of his seed off my chin and then licked those clean too. He grasped my hands and pulled me down on top of him.

"Please, no. I told you. I'm too sore."

"Shhhh. Just relax." Pushed me off him and stood up.

"Lay on your stomach." He commanded; his voice was gentile but firm. I rolled over.

"Master, what are you doing?"

"Just relax or this will hurt more than it needs to." He ran his hands down my spine and I quivered beneath his touch. He rubbed his hands down to my ass and gave me a hard slap. I cried out.

"Just behave like a good girl. Do you understand?" I nodded.

"Good" He began stroking my ass. Every now and then giving me a good slap.

"Oh Master. It hurts but it feels...ah...so good!" He began rubbing his thumb over my asshole. Suddenly, I realized what was going on.

"No! Master! Please no!!" I started to push myself up from the bed but he moved one hand and placed it on my spine. He spoke and I could sense the agitation in his voice.

"Did you just say 'no' to your master?" I didn't reply. I was too terrified. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up to him.

"Answer me, girl." I managed to stammer out

"Y…Yes." He threw me down to the bed.

"I told you to behave and you decide to tell me 'no'?” I whimpered up to him, tears streaming down my face."

"Master. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

"SILENCE!" He roared. I instantly shut up.

"You are my mate. My consort. My slut. My fucktoy. You don't tell me no." He reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulled out a belt and bound my hands. Then he pulled out a cloth and tied it around my mouth

"I was going to be slow and gentile but you ruined that." I gulped. I was terrified but at some small part of my mind I was turned on. He ran the tip of his cock over my asshole. And then in one swift, excruciatingly painful movement, he rammed his cock into my tight hole. Behind the gag I screamed out in pain. It hurt so much but at the same time I didn't want it to stop.

"You like that you little slut? Yeah you love my monster cock in your tight asshole." He began pulling out slowly but rammed into me again and again. I felt the hot tears running down my face. But at the same time my pussy was oozing juices as he brought me closer and closer.

"Are you cumming? Are you going to cum for Master?" He reached around and pulled the gag out of my mouth and I screamed out,

"YES MASTER!! I'M GOING TO CUM SO HARD!! I LOVE YOUR COCK IN MY ASS! OH MASTER HARDER!!!" He shoved the gag back in my mouth, muting my screams.

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear." I could hear the evil in his voice and I knew he was smiling. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up again, forcing his cock even deeper into me. He kept one arm around my stomach and brought the other down to my clit. He began rubbing it furiously; bringing me almost to climax. He continued his endless pounding into me. He whispered in my ear,

"Tell me what you are." He removed the gag once again and I gasped out,

"I'm your slut. Your consort. Your fucktoy. Your property."

"And who am I?"

"You're Satan. My Master."

"That's right." He gave one final pound into me and sent me over the edge. He came deep in me as I came. He let me go and I fell against the bed, gasping for breath. He pulled out and then unbound my wrists and removed the gag. He then towered over me, looking fierce. His amber gaze burning a hole into me.

"Are you sorry?" I nodded and gasped out,

"I'm so sorry Master. I never meant to say no to you. Please forgive me." He stared down at me. His eyes full of hidden rage; his smile hinting even further punishment.

"If you think you're sorry now, just you wait. He turned me around and tucked the covers around me. He gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"Be ready for tomorrow." He pulled his pants on and headed out. After lying there a few more seconds I passed out from pain and exhaustion.

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