I closed the door to my loft behind me and leaned against it. Once again work had gone on well past dinner time even on the weekend, yet I was in no hurry to eat, my stomach feeling completely closed by stress. I thought of the irony of managing my own business stressing me out more than the life and death battles of my youth as I left my purse at the entrance.
I kicked off the kitty heels against the shoe cabinet by the entrance and made my way into the main living space that was way too large for a single woman who rarely saw visitors.
With one gesture of my hand my pencil skirt teleported to the backrest of my large corner couch and I dived right into said couch face first. With a grunt, I turned to face the well stocked bar in the corner and activated the unseen servants.
As my drink was being prepared, I unclasped my bra and shuffled around to slip it out through a sleeve of my blouse.
The sounds coming from the bar stopped and I set up with a sigh just in time to receive a floating copper mug. I took a sip, gin and ginger beer hit my mouth and my brain with needed relief.
“Happy birthday to me.”
I took another sip then eyed the mug. With a shrug I decided to just go for it and downed the whole thing.
I sat there, looking at the beams of the ceiling for a few long seconds before another mug flew into my hand. Now with a fresh drink, I finally found the energy to go towards the bathroom to take a much needed shower.
I entered the black stone tiled bathroom, finished undressing and removed my hairpin to let my long black hair down. I looked into the mirror. A pair of black-circled blue eyes with day-old makeup greeted me, my white skin now looked sickly, and I needed shaving, like, last week. At least my modest breasts had not already started sagging in my thirties.
I stepped into the bath part of the room, where a state of the art shower with a body massage panel was installed on expensively treated wooden wall panels over a wooden floor. Next to the shower was the deep wooden tub I had once insisted on buying and ended up almost never using.
As always, I ignored the fancy installations of my bathroom, turned the normal shower jet on and stood under it, letting the water fall on my head as I took another sip from my magically dry mug.
After what were probably twenty minutes under the warm jet and a full mug, I finally stopped the depression shower and got to actually washing myself with a quick pass of body wash and shampoo and an even quicker rinse, giving little of the care I should have to my hair.
I stepped out of the shower and back in front of the mirror. I eyed my overgrown bush and armpit hair dripping with water and sighed. Trying not to berate myself for the fact that most women had to actually spend time on this shit while I couldn’t even find the energy to barely flex my mental muscles, I finally decided to barely flex those muscles. With a few gestures and a short chant, every unwanted hair shed off my body and dissolved in the air.
With a few more gestures and chants I cast a drying spell and a rejuvenating one. Already I was looking less like a vengeful ghost and some energy had returned in me. I sighed. There really was no reason for it though. Here I was, on my thirty-third birthday with absolutely no plans for the evening and no one to share it with. At least it was a Saturday and I didn’t have to think about work for at least a day.
Without bothering to dress myself, I made my way to my desk, where a third mug was already waiting for me. I sat on the overpriced office chair and turned on my computer.
I copy-pasted the previous day’s report with my current position and contact information and forwarded it to the Chief of Defense.
In theory I did not even need to work. Just keeping myself available for the military meant that I received a more than generous stipend, since my existence meant that we didn’t have to spend as much on nuclear deterrence as other countries.
That was in theory. In reality, it had taken me only a few months after the end of the Great War for me to devolve into an amoeba. That had ended up in a military convoy extracting me from my apartment and locking me up in a mental facility for almost a year.
In the end, after both the psychiatrist and my mother had insisted on me finding something to do, I ended up creating a beauty products company to keep myself busy. Company that didn’t need to turn a profit. Beauty products that I didn’t even use. Yet, here I was, completely stressed out by what was supposed to be little more than a hobby. I sighed, took a sip from the mug and went back to the couch.
I sat there, once more looking at the ceiling. A part of my mind went back to a recurring thought. I didn’t want to live anymore, everything around me either gave me anxiety, felt completely pointless, or both. I was literally just doing the bare minimum to keep my body alive because others might need me. I had no goals, no plans for the future.
I looked into the mug for a few seconds then chugged it all down and threw the empty mug on the floor.
Another recurring thought made its way forward in my mind. It would all be so much easier if I just didn’t have to think anymore, if I could just give up and have others deal with everything in my place, if I could just become an object for someone to use and take care of, or a pet.
Unlike usual, the thought didn’t go away, instead circling again and again in my mind. Unlike usual, I had three strong cocktails in me which were starting to take effect. Unlike usual, the complete sense of defeat given by it being my birthday made me abandon my last inhibitions.
I got up from the couch and onto my now wobbly feet. With a gesture, the safe with my stash of magical ingredients opened itself and out flew what would be necessary for the ritual.
I caught two blood packs and emptied them in a bowl that was now resting at my feet. I then took my trusted brush and, with unsteady hands, I slowly drew the summoning circle. By the time I had finished, seven charcoal black candles were already waiting around the circle, and ruby dust was situated in a silver bowl in the center. I kneeled in front of the circle and started chanting in Abyssal, the harsh sounds of the language echoing around the room much louder than one would think possible from my almost whispers.
The practiced words easily flew out of my mouth and soon I finished the spell. With a jet of flames, the wail of the damned, and other theatrics, a figure appeared in the center of the circle. Like the succubi who were her spawn, she had bluish-grey skin, long blood red hair, red irises on black sclera, a pair of short black horns on her head, black bat wings on her back, a black leathery tail that ended in an heart shape, and a voluptuous hourglass figure. In line with her depraved kind, she was barefoot, floating a few inches off the ground, and wearing only black lingerie.
I stood up to greet Xhilandia, Queen of Torment, Demon Prince of the 536th layer of the Abyss, mother of all succubi, and raging lesbian.
She looked down at me, at just over six feet, she was a good head taller than me. When she realized it was me who had summoned her, she clapped her hands and, with a smile on her face, shouted, “Oh my, Cassy! Happy birthday! Did you summon me for a booty call?”
“Hi Xhilandia, thank you…” I looked away in embarrassment for a second, “…and kinda.”
Her smile dropped and her eyes opened wide as saucers. “You’re shitting me.”
I shook my head. “No, it’s… it’s difficult to explain. Come with me.”
I dragged her out of the circle and onto the couch. I set next to her, took her head in my hands and leaned towards her so that our foreheads would touch. “Here, read my desires.”
She closed her eyes and soon I could feel her magic probing through my mind. I made sure to make all my secret desires and fetishes surface, from the most mundane to the dirtiest, pretty much shouting them into her mind.
She severed the connection and smiled at me, no longer with the smile of an old friend but with the predatory grin of a wolf who had found a trapped lamb.
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Yes. I want to give up everything and just… be.”
She got up and dragged me off the couch and onto the intricately woven carpet in front of it. “Kneel.”
I immediately followed her command and knelt in front of her.
“You shall give your everything to me. You will stop being human. You will become a pet, existing solely for my amusement. I have seen your desires. I will make you achieve all of them, but I will never make you suffer from what you abhor. You will live an eternity of pain and pleasure. You will obey my every order. You will have no safe word and be entirely at my mercy. Once you accept, this will be a valid contract between the two of us and nothing will be able to rescind it. If you accept…” she smiled, “bend down and lick my foot.”
The finality of what I was doing finally registered in my drunk brain. I knew there was no excuse with demon contracts, once I accepted, that was it. I was suddenly aware of my nakedness, of the carpet brushing against my legs and privates. My breath picked up pace. My heart was going crazy.
Did I want this? Did I really want to give away everything, my life, my dignity, my body?
Yes. Yes I did. I did and I was just a coward for not admitting it earlier.
I bent forward, stuck my tongue out and licked over Xhilandia’s floating toes. She raised her foot higher up, letting me pass my tongue through her toes, under her sole, and back again to her toes. Only delicious shame and the salty taste of her sweat remained in my mind as I closed my eyes.
She took away her foot from me all too soon. I opened my eyes and looked up at my new mistress smiling at me.
She bent forward and caresses my cheek. “Perfect. We will have a lot of fun tonight.”
Anticipation cursed through me with a shiver but I realized something I should have thought about sooner. My bladder was about to explode. “Ehm. I should have really thought about this earlier, but I kind of drank three cocktails in a row and now I really need to go to the toilet.”
She smiled at me, her hand still on my cheek. “I should punish you for making demands without being allowed to speak, were you more experienced, but since it is our first night, I shall allow the transgression and let you pee.”
I made to get up but she pushed me back down on the carpet and waved her finger in front of my face. “Ah. Ah. Ah. I said I would let you pee. I never gave you permission to go anywhere.”
My eyes went wide as realization hit me.
She caressed my cheek again. “Come on, pet, let it all out.”
I tried to let go, to give in to the embarrassment and piss myself, on my carpet, in front of her. My bladder was too shy, it just wouldn’t come out.
She bent further down and whispered in my ear. “Give up everything and let go. Do it for your mistress.”
A switch flipped in my brain. I was no longer human. I reveled in the embarrassment and let go. A shiver ran through me as a veritable torrent fueled by alcohol loudly soaked into the carpet in front of me, the piss quickly reaching my knees through the carpet.
It took half a minute for the stream to stop, the carpet now thoroughly ruined. As the last drops dripped from my pussy, Xhilandia gave me a light slap on the cheek and then kissed me, her tongue quickly invading my mouth.
When she finally broke the kiss, she caressed the cheek she had slapped and said, “good girl. Now ass up and face to the ground. I want to enjoy your holes for a bit.”
I didn’t even think. I just obeyed. It was only when I was already in position that the wet sensation on my cheek and breasts made me realize that I was exposing my ass to the demon as my face was buried in my own piss.
The thought was short lived as a thick rod immediately bottomed out inside my pussy without any warning, making me grab the carpet tight with my hands and scream into the soaked threads. I felt a wave of magic clean my bowels and the next moment the thick, bulbous, heart shape of her tail was forced into my asshole, snaking its way deep into my belly before being torn out of it. I breathed deep, the ammonia smell of my own shame entering my nose as the rough treatment made me shudder.
The tail entered again, no more gentle than the first time. Soon she fell into a rough rhythm, pistoning my holes with no care for my pain. She grabbed my hair, pulled them with superhuman strength and wrapped it around her hand before pushing my head back into the carpet, my hair still pulling painfully.
She slapped my ass and I came. I squirted onto the carpet, adding to the mess, but she didn’t stop. I felt the dick she had probably grown with her shape-shifting magic pump hot semen into my aching pussy, but she didn’t stop. I came again and again, and so did she. Cum was dripping down my pussy and onto my thighs and the carpet below them. My legs, tits, belly, and face were wet from the piss and constant squirting.
The orgasms kept coming, the pain kept coming, at one point I probably pissed myself again but I was too lost in it to be sure.
It was only after several hours, with my tenderized holes aching so much I could feel the pain up into my chest, that she finally stopped, took her dick out of my pussy, letting more cum drip down, and freed my ass of her thick tail.
She pulled me up by my hair and made me turn to face her. I realized I was crying, tears and snot adding to the wet mess on my face. She kissed me through that disgusting mess, her practiced tongue invading my mouth. She let go of my hair and kept me up with a gentle hand around my torso. I started sobbing uncontrollably.
She picked me up and hugged me against her chest, my face buried in her neck as she lulled me like a baby with her monstrous strength. I felt warm water envelope me as we entered a full bathtub. She caressed my head and back as I kept sobbing, the warm water making the pain in my sore holes both worse and duller at the same time.
I finally managed to stop crying and get my face up from her now ruined neck. I looked at her, she gave me a warm smile and wiped the tears from my eyes.
I took a deep breath. “Thank you. That was the most liberating thing in… forever, really.”
She kissed me, long and deep, and then said, “oh pet, we have barely even started.”