No pain, no gain

Sam felt his mouth watering at the sight of Alison fondling her own breast. Rather than lose himself to the image, though, he licked his lips and looked up at her. “Oh I wouldn’t dream of it,” he assured her—but through a smirk. “I’m just trying to help you pick up where you left off, remember? This has absolutely nothing to do with me. So just pretend I'm not here…”

Tilting his head to the side as she pleaded with him. A spot of confusion on his face as he stared down at her. "Why, the only talking I should be hearing is you praising me." Once she was brought down to eye level, he promptly forced her mouth down on his shaft. Roughly pushing it as deep as it'd go on the first thrust. He held no compassion or care for her while she was to serve him like this. His balls pressing flush to her chin while holding her down on the root of his beasthood for a moment that felt like eternity for her. For the beast it must've felt like an eye blink. Releasing his grip to let her mouth slip back like a polar opposite. While she was catching her breath, he made himself comfortable by sliding down the shoulder straps of her dress. Fondling her breasts as the fabric became loose once it was no longer held up. She was obviously frightened in the presence of the demon, no matter how much he tried to tell her what to do. Angling his hips off to the corner of her lips, he thrusted back in, poking out her cheek as he continued to facefuck the witch.

Raven was only barely staying to comprehend the amount of trouble she was actually in. Before she could say any more, his cock was filling her mouth. She wouldn't even know what she would say if she could. She had never been so dominated before, throat struggling to accept the girth member. She pushed his hips away as her face reddened trying to breathe. When she couldn't take anymore she coughed and sputtered, hands pounding his belly like an oak tree, while he seemed not to even notice. Gasping as he let her go she coughed roughly drool getting on her dress as she tried to catch her breath. She couldn't even find the words to protest the way his and slipped the straps off her shoulder and fondled her. Looking up at the demon, the proud woman could only imagine what he saw as his cock poked her cheek out in a depraved way she had never experienced before. Her hands wrapped meekly around his wrists as if to slow him, but it only managed to give her a little more stability. There was no stopping the power behind his hands. The proud woman she had been didn't want to show her crying, but she could feel the water prick at her eyes and make everything seem fuzzy around her.

He could see the frustration and disappointment on her face as she looked all around the desk for a pen. The smirk never left his face and only grew once she got on her knees to crawl under his desk to look for it. Stepping around to where the chair was as she apologized and promised to find one for him. He brought up his hand and showed his palm to her. "No no no. No need to move. You're perfect right where you are." Taking the seat in his chair and scooting it forward so that she was now 'trapped' under his desk. "You can make it up to me right now. I have a pen for you to apologize with." Undoing his pants fly, his legs spread. She sat on the ground underneath his desk in her pretty kimono. "Are you married?" He asked, hoping that she was. However he gave her so little time to answer before pulling out his burgeoning length and grabbing the back of her head by her jet back hair. Pulling her face towards his lap. "Try not to make too much noise... Unless you want to bring a smile to my face." Pressing her lips to his cock.

Kimiko smiled embarrassed when Charles found the pen. She was about to move out when he blocked her way. "Oh..." She started to protest not quite registering his words until she heard the zipper. It took her another moment to really understand the implication and by then his cock was already in her face. She took his easiest question starting to answer but already he was pushing her face. She could only start to protest when his cock filled her open mouth to gargle the words in her throat. Her hands pushed uselessly at his lap as spittle sputtered around her lips. The thick cock was choking her but her tongue instinctively tasted the underside of his cock. Her protests could have sounded like anything though probably just like a muffled squeal.

Something was wrong here. What meant that something was very right. She felt it as soon as she manifested into physical form. Smoked turned silhouette. And a playful, mysterious smirk on her lips. "Raven." She mused in dreamy devilment as if it was as clear on her face as that haughty expression. "Your name is Raven, right?" Raven the dyslexic witch. How stupid could someone be drawing her sigils? She was fully unmoved by her command. And barely kept in place by her mediocre binding work. "I go by Emily this century. Em. My real name is a bit of an eldritch mouthful isn't it? I heard you struggling in the invocation." She approached the limits of the only pitiful magical circle actually containing her. And showed why demons were natural deceivers. "You are such a bold, powerful witch, Raven. Pretty too." The demon gushed with an excited look. "Usually only full covens dare to summon my kind. And even then, only pathetic little impish fiends at the bottom of the barrel. You summoned a greater demon...All on your own. Oh and how I can feel your magic caressing my body. It is...Perfect" She pretended with a captivated purr. "Yes! I want to serve you. I can grow your power ten times. I can teach you secrets others with the gift of magic don't dare to whisper. I want to...Worship you Raven." Emily grinned in wicked complicity. Normally she would be bound to her word. But considering the horrible job Raven did with her preparations, all she had to do was keep playing along until the other felt comfortable vanishing the lines in the floor and then the real fun would begin. "Don't keep a demon girl waiting. Before you list all the things you want me to do for you...What is going to be that mysterious prize for my service?"

Raven had expected a little more push back from the demon, or at least a little frustration. Emily seemed almost amiable, but perhaps that just meant that she understood the situation. Raven smiled proudly at the demon's compliment, feeling validated and euphoric. With Emily under her control, she would have everything she wanted with half the effort. Of course, the demon would want to know what her prize would be. She had thought long and hard about this, what she could offer a greater demon in return for their compliance. Binding a demon was one thing, but getting them to do what you wanted without having to worry about every single word and grammar point was another. "It's not much, but I can give you free reign when you're not doing my bidding. So long as you don't draw attention to my plans and me, I'll lose you on the world. It's that or I can send you back and find another demon who is more appreciative."

Sam accepted Alison's concession with humility. His silence would've been remarkable in any other instance but, really, what could he have said? How could he have made Alison feel any worse than her little tantrum suggested? He won, and won big--no need for a victory lap.

Stepping forward from the smoke and shadows came a new figure. She had conjured them, thinking that she had the upper hand but like so many deals with the devil this one would be a backhanded gift of sorts. "Why not both?" The cheery and charming voice answered as it became readily apparent that they were nude from having just been unleashed from the underworld. He then began aggressively approaching the witch. Extending an arm to roughly grip her by her hip and pull her in closer. "Raven Raven, your hopes seemed to soar as high as the bird but don't you know that things don't fly so high underneath?" If she hadn't seen it earlier then she certainly would have felt it by now. The exuberant prick prodding her thigh through her skirt. The demon seemed to show no remorse for pressing himself against her. "Well I brought you the carrot & the stick. Why don't you worship it like a good little bvvitch should?" His other hand gripping the back of her head by her hair and firmly pushing her down.

Raven took a moment to appreciate her handiwork as the smoke cleared, a slight smirk on her face. The demon was as arrogant as she expected, which did not concern her. She had expected some frustration from the demon or annoyance at being bound by a mortal like her, but perhaps he just was happy to be on the mortal plane. Her smirk quickly vanished as he approached her aggressively, stepping out of the summoning circle like it had not existed. "Wait.. you should be bound. You can only do what I give you leave to do." That alone should have imprisoned him, but before she could react his hand was on her hip and her hands splayed across his chest reflexively. This wasn't possible. A cold knife of fear ran down her spine as she realized her mistake far too late. She was standing in front of an unbound demon, and she would be as powerless against him as another human had been to her. All the power she had cultivated so far was worth nothing in his presence. Feeling him against her, made her shudder again for a different reason. "Wait, let's talk about this..." She said trying to find some other way out of this. Maybe she could talk her way out of this, but the hand that gripped her hair and forced her on her knees brought a grimace to her face. Was this actually happening?

Charles Daniel was a former House member now serving as a diplomat abroad. He had been assigned a chaperone and his eyes appeared to be magnetized to her frame. She led him through the tour yet his gaze very rarely left her out of sight. Once the tour had come to an end and she was showing him to his quarters, he had taken a single look in the room and acted quickly on his feet. He turned to her as she told him not to hesitate should he need anything. His body halfway obscured by the doorway, grabbing something off the desk and flicking it out of her line of sight. "Hmm, yes. Would you mind coming in here for a moment and helping me find the stationery? I need to write a few letters to let them know I've arrived safely and that I'm in good hands." The sly smirk on his face seemed to convey that he had much more planned.

With her head bowed and her eye line on the ground, she didn't sense the movement and the bamboo flooring muffled the sound of the pen. Rising only when he spoke to her, she looked to the desk, curiously noting that the pen was indeed gone. "Of course. This is a grievous oversight. I apologize for the inconvenience. Perhaps they misplaced it." Kimiko did not quite know how to interpret his sly smirk, but she pushed it out of her mind as she bent over the desk to search a little forced by the tight kimono. Moving onto her hands and knees to look under the desk, she still could not find it, frowning in disapproval. "This is most unusual. Please allow me to make this up to you and fetch you a few to make up for the one you are missing. I would hate for this to give you the wrong impression."

Alison knew he was trying to push her buttons, but that knowledge did little to blunt how effective it was. He was simply standing there, refusing to move, and that was more infuriating than anything else. She couldn't even get up to push him out without exposing more of herself to him, nor did it seem her words had any effect on him. "Fine, you caught me. What now? Are you going to tell everyone to try to humiliate me? Just tell me what you want and be done with it. I don't think I have the patience to keep up these word games with you." She was shorter than she should be with him especially when he had so much leverage over her, but her frustration was getting the better of her.

Sam held up a hand, trying to stop Alison from moving on too quickly. "No apologies necessary. That was exactly the distraction I was looking for. I didn't know it when I took my break, but... you had the right idea. If I go back to my office right now, I promise you I'll do the exact opposite of pretending it never happened..."

"You can't be serious..." Alison should have known Sam would never make it easy on her. She doubted anyone else would say anything if they had caught her, but only Sam would make this more difficult than it needed to be. "What exactly is that supposed to mean?" She asked wondering if he would really state it out loud. Even he had to have a line he wouldn't cross, wouldn't he? She still throbbed from need, and didn't like that fact that he was putting something in her head that would make it even more difficult to move on. Her curiosity was getting the better of her. "Can you let anything go?"