Disclaimer: this is a work of fantasy and should be treated as such. Real rape is a heinous crime that deserves to be punished to the full extend of the law. If you do not recognize the difference between reality and fantasy, you also lack the maturity to read this story.
the Demon she called
She enjoyed the feeling of the black silk on her naked skin. All she wore was the night black floor length robe, belted tightly at her waist. This was going to be her last night as meek and unimportant Christina, this was the night the world would change forever, seeing her ascension to power.
The five candles had been place on the tips of the five pointed star, carefully drawn to point exactly north. Surrounded by the chalk circle. The chalk had required a few drops of her, blood that was a cheap price to pay. She lit the candles, checked her notes for the last time, took a deep breath and began to chant.
“ianua aperta ad aeternum” over and over again with each repetition she felt the tension and energy in the room building. Starting with a tingling at the back of her neck, raising evermore until her hair was standing away from her head and the energy felt like a living force, pulsing and swelling with every heart beat. Feeling she could not store any more energy she focused her gaze at the circle on the floor, with the pentagram inscribed to it, and with an infusion of will she proclaimed.
“I call thee of spirit of power, I call thee mighty counselor, I call thee fount of magic.”
“I call thee Azaroth”
“Azaroth”
“AZAROTH”
With the third repetition of the name the candles began to flicker. The air in the center of the circle appeared to gain in density, starting to rotate and form a miniature tornado. And suddenly it was over. The form standing in the circle was huge. At least 7 feet tall, with shoulders that matched the size impressively. The skin wasn’t just dark, it was jet black. The head was roundish, and entirely devoid of hair, not only on the head, but the face showed no sign of stubble or even eyebrows. Just smooth black skin. The eyes were inhuman, reminiscent of cats with slitted pupils. The irises were of deep green and shone like opals. The apparition was dressed in dark purple robes, almost black except when the light hit them at the right angle, he wore a large golden girdle around his waist. She had to think of the being as him, there was a definite masculinity associated with his whole being. Strong and arrogant, feeling superior in his power. Well this was then an added bonus of controlling and subjugating him. Christina had very use for men, especially not of the strong willed dominant variety, useless pricks in her opinion.
“Who summoned me?” the voice was a deep bass.
“I summoned you Azaroth.” she proclaimed, trying to give her voice more confidence than she actually felt at the moment.
“So what do you call yourself? Witch? Mage? Wizard? User of the Magic arts?”
“I’m none of those, I’m a wizardess”
“Your kind never stops inventing new names for the same things. So wizardess it is. What is your desire, why do you summon Azaroth?” The voice sounded almost bored.
She took a deep breath “I Christina Deborah Pettigrew do bind you Azaroth to be my servant. By the power of the circle and the ancient magic coursing through my body you are mine. Obey”
The air crackled again with the energies swirling around them. Azaroth’s dark face split in something that could be interpreted as a smile.
“What are your orders mistress?”
“I’m tired of looking up to you, kneel in front of your mistress.”
To her great delight she saw that he lowered himself to the ground, one knee touching the floor, head slightly lowered. It had worked, the mighty demon Azaroth was hers to command.
“Would you like me to come closer mistress?”
“Do you think I’m that stupid? You will stay within the confines of the circle until we have fortified your pledge of allegiance to me. Then I will grant you release from the circle. But you may start sharing your wisdom with me.”
“All power, magical and otherwise comes from knowledge, on both yourself and your surroundings. If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. Oh Sun Tu was so tickled when I gave him that nugget.”
“So you believe you know things about me that I don’t?”
“I do not believe so mistress, I known that.” his voice still calm and bored.
“So tell me what you believe is new to me.” she snapped
“Some of this you know of course, your magical energy is strong, so is your skill in finding the right invocation for the summoning. You revel in the success of your deed. You have chosen a circle to confine beings of my own strength.”
She smiled at this
“You are further arrogant and foolish, giving me your full name, spoken by your own mouth. That opens a conduit for my power.”
Her smile faded a bit, but she still wasn’t concerned. The last was true she hadn’t considered how much power was in having her name. But nothing lost while Azaroth was trapped in the circle.
“You are also a sloppy bitch, a working circle may not be interrupted.” his finger pointed to a spot of the circle where the point of the pentagram reached outside of the circle, just by a quarter of an inch. But that was a quarter of an inch too much.
Like a leaping panther he was on his feet and stepped outside the circle. She felt again the rushing energy of magic filling the room but this time she hadn’t called it. Azaroth raised his hands to chest level and she felt her whole body being lifted from the ground. until she hung in midair, here feet 10 inches above the floor. Azaroth’s hands parted and her own hands and ankles were pulled with irresistible force from her body. leaving her hanging akimbo.
“Why don’t you fight me mighty wizardess? Didn’t you learn to use your magic? Trying to summon a demon without defenses is stupid. Summoning me even with defenses is suicidal.”
She tried to answer, to shout a spell back at him. But he simply held out his open hand and closed the fingers towards the thumb. Causing her jaw to lock tightly.
“Hush stupid girl. I have heard enough of your nonsense.”
He made another hand gesture and suddenly the robes she was wearing were engulfed in flames, but she didn’t feel any heat as the silk of her robe was consumed and fell as ash to the floor, leaving her entirely naked. And at his gaze.
He made a face as he looked at her head with the short cropped blonde hair.
"I don’t like this, it looks not pleasing on a female to have such short hair. He stroked through the long hair and his eyes glowed in an even more intense green. She felt heat in her scalp and a tickling feeling like electricity coursing along her hair, which began growing and an alarming rate, reaching soon between her shoulder blades, where it stopped.
He then touched her mound which was covered by a thick patch of pubic hair “This I can do without.” and snapped his fingers. A flame formed at his finger and he ran it over her mound, this time she felt the heat, she smelled the acrid smell of burning hair, her hair. He ran the burning finger over every single hair between her legs, on her sex and ass. Making her feeling pain, humiliation and exposed at the same time.
Last he grabbed her breasts. “Humans seem to be so fascinated by those. I don’t really get the appeal. Perhaps those are just to small.”
Christina would have loved to say something, she always liked how the 32 B breasts fitted her body type.
Azaroth gestured again and her breasts began swelling, getting larger and larger until they reached something a skilled bra maker would have identified as 32 DDD.
“I’m not sure, perhaps they need more freedom of movement.” He bend his finger 90 degrees, and her upper body followed. Christina was horrified to see the to her eyes monstrous big breasts swing like a pendulum under her body. Those were not beautiful breasts for a woman her size, those were nothing but tits.
Her head was now exactly at the level of Azaroth’s crotch. A fact she was only to aware of as he took of his own robes and revealed a sex of truly horrific dimensions, both in length and girth. The width easily matched her own wrist and if the thing was shorter than a foot, she would be surprised.
“Well Mistress Christina let me introduce you to your new station in life.” He flipped her floating body around and began pushing into her dry and inflamed sex. She hadn’t allowed a lot of human cocks ever to enter her, but even the largest of those had never felt like ripping her wide open. Every inch inserted felt like hell, that is until the head of his cock hit her cervix, then things got worse as he had more of his meat to cram into her. When he was finally fully inside her own shredded sex, her tears were dripping to the floor.
Suddenly she felt something warm extending between her cheeks, sneaking forward to her still untouched anus. Azaroth was demonstrating the power over his own demonic body by growing a second cock, and growing it straight into her ass.
Her whole lower body was a crucible of pain, she couldn’t decide from which of her abused holes the sensory input was coming, they all melded into one unbearable pain. As he started to forcefully fucking her double stuffed self she was close to loose her mind. When she finally comprehended that Azaroth could keep this effort up for hours she made that final step as well.
Her world had certainly had changed, she had released an all powerful demon on it, and payed the price for her mistake. Not that she could remember any of that as her mind was shattered for all eternity.
the end.