I wanted to run, or at least punch someone. My wolf screamed at me to move, to fight. But the spell worked better than any collar. I walked to the pole on the slightly raised stage and wrapped a leg around it and spun. My routine was certain; my steps sure. When my feet met the stage, they slid apart, hips rolling. I danced, slow and sinewy, arms above my head and hair swinging in front of my eyes. I pretended I was someone else, someone who wanted this and not who I was—a woman buried in humiliation.
Steiner leaned against the bar. Maltraz just watched, expressionless, as I moved, bending, twisting, grinding my body into the nothingness between us.
“She’s graceful,” Maltraz said finally. “I see the slight scars. I like them.”
Steiner snorted. “Cost me. Had to cripple her old career to kill her dreams.”
Maltraz made a low sound, somewhere between a laugh and a growl. “You mortals. Always so wasteful.”
He gestured to me. “Come here, girl.”
I stopped dancing. My heart thumped loudly in my chest, but I obeyed. I crossed the floor to him, my knees threatening to buckle at the way his eyes drilled through me. When I got close, he reached out and tilted my chin up with a single claw.
“You know who I am?” he asked, voice like gravel dragged over silk.
“Yes, sir,” I managed.
He cocked his head. “Say my name.”
“Maltraz.”
He smiled. “Say my title.”
I hesitated.
Steiner barked, “For fuck’s sake. He’s the Demon King! Don’t say you know who someone is if you don’treallyknow who they are, my dumb little fuck slave. Think of him asyourking tonight, slut. Get on your knees and show him respect.”
My knees hit the floor before I could even think. Maltraz stood in front of me, looking down with absolute, predatory patience.
He moved over to one of the velvet couches and unbuttoned his jacket and the bottom button of his vest.
“Crawl to me, and when you get here, you can unzip me,” he said.
I hated this man, but I did it. I crawled the short distance to the sofa and got back on my knees. My fingers shook as I worked the zipper down of his expensive pants, revealing a cock that was, of course, as inhuman as the rest of him: gray-black, ribbed, with a subtle spiral to it, and a double row of piercings running along the shaft. I could feel the magic in the air, crackling like ozone, making every hair on my arms stand up.
“Worship it,” Steiner hissed, somewhere behind me.
“Yes, get my cock good and wet with your mouth, girl.” Maltraz looked down at me as I took him in my mouth, the way I’d done for countless others, but the taste was different: salt and burnt metal, and something else, something ancient and wrong.
“Now spit on it and use that pretty little tongue to work that spit all around.” When I started, his cock jerked. I’d never seen anything like this in my life. I admit I’d have found it a bit fascinating if I weren’t being forced and humiliated. And if I hadn’t been programmed to respond to this type of sexual humiliation. I hated myself for feeling my pussy clench. “Steiner, I smell your slave’s arousal.” He was laughing at me. I wanted to die.
“For a girl that I know hates me and hates being forced, she’s quite a cum slut.” Steiner laughed, and I realized he had his own cock in his hands, pleasuring himself.
I ran my mouth and tongue over the demon a few more times before his massive clawed hands picked me up by my upper arms and slammed me down on his lap and onto his massive cock. The pain was excruciating, and I cried out, praying he didn’t rip me open. He just groaned with satisfaction, throwing his head back. He then started to piston into me from below; my pleasure was not a consideration in the least. I was glad of it. I did not want to reach an orgasm while this vile creature found his release. The only good thing to happed was he came quickly, spilling inside me his cum running out of me and down his pants. I wanted to laugh at the nasty mess he had made. I kept my face stoic. He lifted me and unceremoniously tossed me onto the sofa as he went into the adjoining bathroom.
Steiner still had his cock in his hand, pumping it faster. “Come here and finish me slave. On your knees.” I crawled to him. Hating my life more than I ever had. I hoped and prayed that Jess had found a way to rescue me from this literal hellish nightmare that was my life.
Steiner thrust himself into my mouth a few times before he pulled out and shot streams of cum onto my face and chest. He grabbed a handful of my hair and twisted hard, making me look up at him. “Now you see what real power looks like, don’t you?”
I didn’t reply fast enough.
He slapped me open-handed, and my cheek went hot. “Answer.”
“Yes, Master,” I said.
I still knelt on the floor, eyes to the ground as Steiner grabbed a towel and wiped himself off and zipped up his pants.
Maltraz had re-entered the room, straightening his jacket. He looked down at me, face unreadable. “You did well,” he said. “Perhaps next time, you’ll remember my title.”
