Gender: Female Age: Secret Location: USA
|Introduction: Looking back at my first take on this plot, I realized the original "Master Lucifer" was CRAP. This is my attempt at making it a more enjoyable read for you all.|
*This story depicts a seriously JACKED UP relationship as well as serious internal conflict. It may be a bit confusing at first, but all will be explained in future chapters if you all like it enough for more.*
*If you are into BDSM, spanking, bondage, and a few other kinky things, this is worth the read.*
*Lucifer/Satan/WhateverYouWantToCallHim is in human/angel form. Not giant red monster form*
He had told me the bed frame was crafted by his followers using red diamonds, and that the bedding consisted of silk and cashmere; I knew from experience that the mattress felt like heaven, for I was unwillingly laying naked upon it for the thousandth time in my life. This occasion, however, I spent most of my time contemplating on just how he had found me and not on how I had gotten here. Of course, underestimating him was idiotic, but it should have at least taken longer. Lucifer must have been furious and sent a search party consisting of all of hell. I bet he’s still mad.
‘He won’t kill me,’ I thought. ‘Oh yes, he will,’ spoke another voice. My internal argument continued on, but was finally interrupted by a large demon that stepped foot inside the stone cellar. Ares was one of Lucifer’s most trusted followers, and was sent to take care of me every time I angered him.
“How was Earth, Whore?” Ares nearly shouted, trying to provoke me.
I smiled. “It was pleasant while it lasted.”
“Oh,” he grinned, “is that so, Slut?”
“I have a name, Ares,” I spat as he continued to make his way across the large room.
“You do?” Ares questioned, false disbelief lining his voice.
“Wow, I didn’t know you were so forgetful. It’s Avalon.” I sarcastically told him
“I know what you’re fucking name is, Cunt. I just believe disrespectful bitches like you don’t deserve one. Of course, sluts like you don’t deserve food either, but you’re no fun dead, so Master is forcing me to feed you.”
Ares was now just inches away from my face. His rancid breath was awfully familiar as were his large horns and crooked nose. It was too tempting not to hack a loogie right into one of his eyeballs, so I did.
It was a bad decision on my part. Before I could even blink, Ares had me pinned to the bed with one arm and was holding a fistful of my blonde hair in the other. “Do you really want to fucking play like that, Cunt? I could break you in an instant you bitch!”
The pain I was receiving just from Ares squeezing my arms was agonizing. I screamed for help, hoping Lucifer still had his “Do Not Touch My Property” rule in place. He did.
Out of nowhere, he swooped in and tackled Ares to the floor. “What did I fucking say about touching her, Ares? What did I say?” Lucifer shouted as Ares head was slammed repeatedly onto the stone floor.
“I-I’m sorry, Sir,” Ares spoke. “She spat on me, and I couldn’t control myself. Please, please have mercy,” he begged.
“Oh, she did? Tsk tsk tsk,” he smirked. Lucifer then looked at me with his beautiful black eyes and asked in a voice that was both welcoming and menacing all at once, “Sweetheart, did you disrespect Ares in such a manner?”
Lying would make the hole I was in a lot deeper than it already was, but I moronically did so anyway. “No.”
“Speak to me properly, Dear.”
“No, Sir. I did not disrespect Ares,”
Lucifer’s eyes began to cloud with rage, “Don’t lie to me, Avalon. You know how much I despise liars, Sweetie.”
“I’m not lying. He is,” I spat back even though Lucifer can tell I'm being untruthful.
He sighed, obviously disappointed. “Leave, Ares.”
I backed into the large bed’s head rail as he allowed Ares to dash out of the cellar. The door slammed and locked itself behind him.
“Get off the bed,” Lucifer commanded.
“No,” I argued back.
His fists clenched. “Now, Avalon.”
I reluctantly made my way towards the ground. “Please, don’t hurt me.”
“You need to be punished, Dear. It isn’t my fault you aren’t a good girl.”
My eyes glanced at the spot where Ares was beaten just moments ago. There were cracks in the ground along with a pool of green blood and the food Ares had brought. Fear ran through me as it had here many times before, and I tried to get away from him. Of course, my attempt was useless. One whispered spell by Lucifer and chains rose from the ground, trapping my wrists.
Tears shed from my blue eyes as I begged, “Please, please, please. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“Do what again, my Dearest?”
The chains continued to pull me towards him as I answered. “I won’t disrespect any of your followers ever again, and I’ll be good. Please, Sir.”
“You’re apologizing about the wrong thing, Avalon. I don’t care how you treat my minions,” Lucifer stated.
I was a whimpering mess. “Then, I’m sorry I lied, Sir. Please, don’t hurt me?” I was now only inches away from him.
“The slightest bit of my anger is directed towards the lying, Dear.” Lucifer then whispered another command to the room, and the steel chains slipped back into the floor. Once released, I shockingly found myself in his warm embrace.
“You smell just as I remember. Lilac and cinnamon,” he whispered.
I cried, fearing punishment. By the way Lucifer held me, I could tell he was angry, but he was also relieved. Lucifer finally released me and then made his way towards the table in the center of the room. I followed. “Bend over the table, Avalon,” he commanded.
Lucifer whispered another command directed toward the chamber, and a paddle as dark as night appeared on the table. He picked it up as if it were the most delicate thing in the world though I knew it wasn’t. Lucifer had used it on me before. He had crafted it himself to make his point heard clearly. “Now, Avalon.”
I listened to his command and bent over. My nipples hardened as they were pressed against the freezing table.
“Why are you being punished?” he asked.
“I’m being punished because I escaped,” I choked out.
“And why is it not okay to escape?”
“It is not okay to escape because I am your property and must be available to you at all times,” I sobbed, telling him what he wanted to hear.
“Good girl,” he cooed as the paddle collided with my ass.
“Count, Dear,” Lucifer ordered as I was spanked another time.
“Two,” I whimpered.
“No, no, no. Start at one.” A loud crack filled the room as I shouted, “One.”
The paddle smacked my other cheek. “Two.”
And again. “Three.”
He continued to alternate between them both as I counted. At eleven, I was shamelessly weeping into the table both in pain and turned on all at once. I was barely able to keep track of what number we were on.
After Lucifer laid the paddle on me a twenty-first time, I begged him to stop. “Please, Sir. I-I-I’ve learned my lesson. Please.”
Still, the paddle collided with my arse and a barely audible “Twenty-two,” left my lips.
“Oh, God. Please,” I shouted, “please stop, Lucifer. I’m sorry.”
He paused mid-stroke. “Say my name again, Sweetheart.”
“Lucifer,” I choked out.
“Good girl. Again,” he ordered.
I slowly rose from the table and looked at him. He used to tell me how much he liked the sound of his name on my lips. Desire pooled inside me. “Lucifer.”
Lust filled his eyes as he swiftly pinned me to the table. One arm snaked towards my soaking cunt as Lucifer’s other hand held both wrists above my head.
“Wow. My little whore is all wet from her spanking isn’t she?” Lucifer asked as his strong hand rubbed my slit.
I bit my lip and nodded, embarrassed.
“Speak up, Sweetie.”
“Yes, Sir. You’re little whore is drenched.”
“Mmm, good girl,” he praised.
Minutes passed until he finally slipped a finger into my hole and curled up against my most sensitive spot, making me moan.
Lucifer smirked. “I know your body too well.”
Another of his fingers entered me as he left a trail of kisses across my body. He avoided the small, pink nipples atop my breasts, obviously teasing me. While he taunted my body, Lucifer ordered a chain to take both my wrists.
He used his newly freed hand to pinch one of my nipples- hard. More desire filled the pit of my stomach as I jerked my hips, wanting his fingers to move faster inside me.
Lucifer deliberately went slower. “No, no, no. Be patient, my little Slut.”
I continued to buck my hips into his hand, despite what he had just said.
As Lucifer kissed me, his hand left my nipple and firmly grabbed my arse. The pain that was still present from my punishment ignited. I screamed into his mouth.
“You really need to learn how to listen, Sweetheart.” Lucifer’s fingers exited my dripping cunt, and then proceeded to be held above my mouth. “Open wide.”
I did as I was told. Tasting my juices on his fingers was extremely satisfying. Finally, as I continued to clean his hand, Lucifer shed his clothing. At 9in, his cock stood proudly, precum leaking from the head.
“Is my hand clean?”
I nodded urgently, wanting him inside me.
Lucifer took his hand away slowly. “Good.” Again, his lips were on mine, then my neck, and then my chest. I struggled against my chain, wanting to feel his toned body.
His kisses went down lower and lower until he reached his desired location. Lucifer kissed my soft, pink lips, making me twitch underneath him. His tongue slid into my cunt. Expertly, it made its way around. I continued to moan and squirm, fruitlessly trying to get the chain to release me.
“Could you please get this chain off of me?” I asked as Lucifer continued to lead me towards orgasm.
Lucifer ignored me as he continued his search through my pussy. I squealed. An intense feeling was building inside me ready to burst at any moment. “Can I please cum?” I asked.
He inserted two of his fingers before looking up, “Are you close, Little One?”
“Yes, Sir,” I moaned as Lucifer began to pump his fingers. In and out. In and out.
“No,” he ordered.
I groaned as he put his mouth on my clit once again. My toes curled as I made an attempt not to come. “Sir, please?” I begged
“Not until I enter you. Do not ask again.” Lucifer’s actions gained speed as I struggled to move my hips away from his pleasing movements. Finally, he began to slow the rapid motion of his fingers and climb on top of me. “I think you’re wet enough. Don’t you, Pet?”
I moaned. Unable to form proper words. Lucifer grabbed my hips and aligned himself at my soaked opening. The second he completely entered me, I came- hard. My inner walls clenched and squeezed making my already tight hole tighter. A growl escaped Lucifer’s lips as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Fuck, Slut, you’re so tight.” His pace quickened as I squirmed. Lucifer grabbed my legs from around his hips and pushed them up, spreading my lips more. Relentlessly, he pounded. Noises continued to escape my mouth and fill the room. I was close to cumming, again.
“Please?” I asked. He knew what I meant.
“No,” Lucifer growled as the pumping continued. My toes curled.
“Sir,” I begged.
He ignored me, still diving into my sensitive hole. I continued to beg fruitlessly. I could feel his cock twitching inside me. He was close as well. In and out. In and out. In and out. Closer...
Just when I was about to explode with or without his permission, he shouted, “Now.”
Lucifer’s enormous cock shot stream after stream of his warm seed inside me. Multiple orgasms hit me as I screamed. I was in complete ecstasy. When my high ended, my arms were released from the chain, and I laid panting on the table. Lucifer lightly kissed my lips as he pulled out and began to get dressed.
When fully clothed, Lucifer began shouting order after order at the chamber. The room expanded, making way for a large bathroom as well as a fully stocked closet; the bed was made; evidence of the fight with Ares was cleaned. This was how the room looked before I had escaped. Little changes to the cellar continued to be made until he noticed my staring.
Lucifer’s notorious smirk spread across his face.“Welcome Back, Sweetheart”
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