What on Earth?—?
Her panicked confusion came to a sharp point when the demon stepped in between her spread thighs, that evil smirk growing. He reached out with his empty hand and trailed a claw up the inside of her leg, from her calf, up over the strap keeping her knees locked to the stirrups, and along her inner thigh. When he reached her groin, and she drew in a sharp breath and strained harder against the bindings, he paused.
“I know what you fear, Breeder,” he murmured. “What you all fear. Will it comfort you to know that I have no interest in fucking you? True, many lowly demons think with their genitals, but sex has no appeal to me.”
“You’re a pimp.” The words came unbidden, her focus scattered between the crawling sensation of his touch and the evil-looking clamp in his hand.
Jimmy gave a low laugh. “Yes, I suppose I can see how that might be confusing. Do you know what my kind needs humans for? Why we make bargains and bind you in servitude?”
“You’re evil,” she said. It came out as more of a whisper than she’d meant.
He barked another laugh. “Perhaps. But, while I do admit that there is some amusement in torment for its own sake, mostly we need to feed. And that precious energy you all are stuffed so full of just so happens to be our primary food source.”
“Our souls.” She swallowed thickly and tried not to flinch when he drew his thick claw up over the seam of her closed labia and rested it against her hooded clit.
“Sometimes,” he agreed, his gaze flicking from hers down to his claw resting intimately between her thighs. “Some demons do feed on souls. Nasty creatures—give all of us quite an unpleasant reputation. Most of us find other ways of extracting what we need from your pitiful flesh. Your good friend Lewin prefers fluids and organs. My tastes are more… refined.”
A sharp sting right against the hood of her clit made her jerk hard—and immediately freeze when his claw scraped painfully over the very tip of her center of nerves.
“I take my nourishment from anguish… misery. Not so much pain, per se. Too crude.” Without taking his eyes off her nether region, he ever so slowly moved his fingers along her trembling flesh, forcing the protective hood back to expose her clit. “What I crave is the bitterness of terror and regret. Right now, your fear for what I might do to your pretty cunt is pouring out of every orifice in your body… and most especially from that trembling hole between your legs.
“Females give so much more than males, because right here…” He squeezed his fingers together, trapping her clit and making her hiss with the pain of it. “Right here is where the richest source of human energy lies. No matter how we take it, no matter that we could choose to extract your life force in so many creative ways, this is what we want: your helpless little cunt. Lewin delights in sucking moon blood straight from the source, incubi feast on the pleasure they extract, others need torment and torture… I take my nourishment from the horror my whores feel while they are forced to take demonic cock for the rest of their miserable existence. So no, my golden goose, I won’t rape you. I don’t need to.”
And with that, he pried open the clamp and brought it down on her bared clit, letting the metal squeeze tight before she’d fully processed his plan.
Pain exploded through her pelvis, bright and brutal.
Georgia screamed—screamed until her voice broke and bile filled her mouth and she gagged to keep from suffocating. Nothing had ever hurt like this, hurt so much she wanted to peel her own skin off to escape the torture of that wicked clamp biting down on her most sensitive bud.
But slowly, so, so slowly, the agony ebbed until it was a dull throb echoing through her body with the pulse drumming through her veins and she could finally breathe again.
“I know, it pinches a little.”
Jimmy’s voice, laced with false sympathy, made her force her eyes open. Her vision was blurry with tears, but the sight of him still standing between her forcefully spread thighs made bile rise in her throat again. The orange lightbulb illuminating the room cast his face in sinister shadows, emphasizing every demonic feature—and that cruel smirk.
“You’re a disgusting pig.” The words came unbidden, anger forced out from the agony of his torment, surpassing terror, if only for a moment.
His smirk thinned into a smile. Dark amusement sparked in his eyes. “Such language. But, you’ll come around to thanking me. Eventually.” He reached into the pocket of his pinstriped suit and pulled out a small circle of metal. “If I am to ring you, your clitoris needs to be good and swollen. And trust me, you want me to ring you. Or you should. Once it’s fitted, one little-bitty twist and any reluctance you may or may not have about our gentlemen callers will just, poof, vanish. You’ll even enjoy every last one of them.”
Enjoy it? He thought there was any way a woman could enjoy being taken by a monster?
Her disbelief must have been written all over her face, because Jimmy chuckled and held up the ring, letting the low light gleam off it. “Have you ever been so thirsty, you’d do anything to quell it? So hungry, you’d eat dirt just to fill your belly? That’s what this nifty little trinket will do for you. And yes, sure, it might sound like less of a gift than it does a curse, but let’s just say there’s a reason my more experienced whores will do anything to earn one of these. Everyone would like to enjoy their work, after all.”
She didn’t respond. The picture he was painting was too gruesome, any fire brought on by the pain withered to horror-flecked numbness.
The demon smirked at her silence. “Ready to finish this?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. With a jerk of his hand, he yanked the clamp off her trapped flesh, not bothering to open it first.
If she’d thought the pain had been unbearable when he put it on her, it was nothing compared to the agony when her blood rushed back into her clit, forcing the sensitive pearl to swell.
She tried to scream, but all she could do was dry heave, her muscles locked too tight to thrash against the leather straps keeping her tied down for him. The dim room turned red at the corners, then fully black. And still, for an eternity, all that existed was the pain.
Mercifully, the come-down was faster. One second, her entire body was alight with agony—the next, waves of relief washed it away to a low throb of tender sensation.
Georgia sagged against the bench, breathing raggedly.
“No more. Please. No more,” she gasped between gulps of air.
