A demons slave girl

A demons slave girl A demons slave girl

Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

This is about a young girl, who gets bullied at school about her weight and lives the usual hard life of teens, but she just so happens to have been brought up around demons and by a demon, a hot sexy powerful male one at that and she wants him bad! She wants to be his submissive but will he let her? My first real proper try at erotica I hope it's good!

Summary

This is about a young girl, who gets bullied at school about her weight and lives the usual hard life of teens, but she just so happens to have been brought up around demons and by a demon, a hot sexy powerful male one at that and she wants him bad! She wants to be his submissive but will he let her? My first real proper try at erotica I hope it's good!

Chapter1 (v.1) - A demons slave girl

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This is about a young girl, who gets bullied at school about her weight and lives the usual hard life of teens, but she just so happens to have been brought up around demons and by a demon, a hot sexy powerful male one at that and she wants him bad! She wants to be his submissive but will he let her? My first real proper try at erotica I hope it's good!

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 29, 2014

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A demons slave girl

Chapter one

Johanna came rushing through the front door of her huge house, slamming it shut behind her before sliding to the floor and crying in anguish. She was sick of all the bullying, of being called fat and ugly, but they were smart enough to not call her any racist names, horrible bastards all of them! She screamed inside her head. She was eighteen and was almost done with high school and she couldn't wait for the last day to come.

Her life was a crazy one. Her mother had been an African woman who'd escaped the harsh realities of her life by coming to america. But it was tough finding a job and money, and she'd found herself caught up in prostitution which had finally produced Johanna, with another African man, before eventually being murdered by one of her customers. 

Johanna had learned this all from her dad. Well actually, he wasn't her father at all, he was a demon and a powerful one. His name was Belial and Johanna’s mother had found him in an alleyway, and because he was so unnaturally beautiful she'd had sex with him for no price. She must have known he was something other, because she'd made a deal with him that night...her soul if he'd give his word to bring up her baby girl in a nice normal life. No prostitution, drugs or seedy men around her daughter, a good school and home life where she'd be loved and looked after. Something she would never be able to do for her baby. The powerful demon had agreed and the deal had been done.

Belial had worked late last night doing odd jobs in hell. He refused to discuss his work with Johanna but she knew it tired him. He'd just woken up to the sound of her soft crying, he growled and got up,hating that she tried to hide her pain from him. He slipped on some jogging trousers but left his wide width of muscled chest and bulging arms bare.
He slid a hand through his tousled blonde hair before making his way down the stairs.

Johanna sniffled and looked up to see dad coming down the stairs. He didn't feel like a dad, one, he was too young and hot, two, well, he wasn't her dad, but he insisted she call him it to make life seem normal. He was stunning she thought and blushed, it was completely inappropriate thinking she scolded herself, but she couldn't help admiring his huge muscled frame that was softly tanned, nor his sexily tousled blonde hair and definitely not those sexy almond shaped eyes that were golden with flecks of green and blue. Slowly she finally pulled her gaze away from those rosy lips and hid her face in her lap.

Belial sauntered down the stairs and saw Johanna sat with her knees up on the floor, with her head in them. She was a size sixteen, and ok considered chubby, but he still thought she was beautiful and had offered more than once to sort those fucking cunts out at her school, but she wouldn't let him because his way of sorting people out involved torture and pain. She was almost midnight black with long straight hair. When she was a child it had been a curly frizzy mess that he'd thought was adorable, but as she got older and more insecure he'd had a demoness come and change it for her.

She was wearing a black skirt and white shirt, all part of her uniform. He chuckled to himself as he noticed, like usual, how not used to wearing skirts she was. She'd needed new school trousers but all they'd had by the time she got round to it were skirts. 

Reaching her, slumped against the front door, he reached down and pushed her legs closed so she'd stop flashing her knickers, before sitting down beside her and draping an arm over her shoulders and pulling her against him.
“Rough day again, huh?” He asked, his deep gravelly voice making her blush and grow slightly wet. Gosh she had to get a grip! There had been many times when she'd fantasised about him touching her, fucking her, making her do his will and masturbated over it. She blushed at the thought and pushed it away. He would never want her, probably thought of her as a daughter, besides she'd never admit her feelings anyway or how much she loved the thought of being his submissive, he was just so damn dominant that she knew he would be perfect at it. She'd been into the idea of a sub and dom relationship for a long time.

She nodded to his answer and finally peeked up at him, her big brown eyes looking vulnerable. “Your not going to let me help are you?” He sighed. 
“No, sorry beli-” he cut her off sternly, “dad, Johanna or daddy. I know we don't see each other as family but people need to believe I'm your step father, and you can't go about throwing my name all over the place or someone will recognise it eventually.” Johanna’s heart did a little flutter. 

So he didn't think of her as his daughter? Maybe she had a chance then, definitely not looks wise, but she knew he'd probably enjoy dominating her at least? She knew she shouldn't use his name much, names in the realm of demons held power, a witch had summoned him, a very powerful one who knew enough to have him on this plane in his own skin, unfortunately the summoning of such a powerful demon combined with her spell to have him in the flesh, had been too much for her to bear and she'd died from the sheer force of power that overwhelmed her leaving Belial free to roam unbound. Luckily he was more curious about the world and that same night had stumbled upon My mother who had been walking the streets.

Johanna had heard this conversation through eavesdropping. He tended to invite other demons here sometimes and she'd heard him discuss how he'd seen her mother, she'd come straight over and offered herself to him and so he'd taken her down an alley, picked her up and fucked her hard against the wall before they'd struck the deal.

Belial snapped her out of her thoughts by speaking, “carry on with what you were going to say sweetheart.” Oh right, she'd been talking about school. “Well, I was just saying you can't help beli-I mean, daddy”-shit, why did it turn her on calling him that-”because you wouldn't just talk to the school, you'd most likely kidnap the bullies and then torture them until they promised to behave.” She giggled at the silliness of that thought, but stopped at Belials stern frown. “That's the easiest way to solve things, being all ’nice’ and ’polite’ to one another clearly sorts fuck all out. You humans are much too complex for me.”

They headed to the kitchen that was done in creams and browns like most of the house, where he dished up a lasagne while Johanna sat at the light beach coloured counter and watched Admiringly. you'd think she'd be screaming at the thought of living with and being surrounded by demons, but they'd never tried to hide what they were from her and so she'd grown up completely used to them all, she wasn't even sure if they were the incarnate evil she had heard they were supposed to be, she thought they were more like neutral, neither good nor evil, perhaps a mixture of the two, afterall, an evil incarnate demon would not have brought a child up surely?

When she finally got ready for bed, now that she knew he didn't see her as family, she slipped on a red nighty that reached her thighs, sure, she was big and a little insecure, but it was better than her baggy pyjamas she usually wore and he'd never seemed bothered by her weight before.

She had planned on waking halfway through the night pretending to have had a nightmare not quite brave enough to stroll right to him and tell him what she wanted, but it seemed all that thinking about it had brought on a real one. 

She dreamt of her bullies, screaming in her face and hitting her, then they turned into hideous creatures snapping at her until she woke up gasping and sweating. Not nice, but at least she didn't have to lie now, besides, she was a terrible liar. 

She ran to his bedroom and climbed into his bed. Belial stirred, and turned to look at her in the darkness, “what are you doing?” He mumbled sleepily. “I had a nightmare, I'm scared.” She whispered and snuggled into the covers, which she knew were a deep silky red. Belial sighed, “your getting to big for this now, you can't be jumping in my bed when your twenty and have a boyfriend.” She peeked up at him, just able to make the outline of his beautiful and handsome face, she wasn't sure why they were beautiful, but he had said once that they were angels once upon a time, when she'd mentioned about hooves he'd laughed and said, ’he threw us out of heaven, he didn't unmake us and remake us into hideous creatures’

“I don't want a boyfriend,” she whispered, I want you, she thought but didn't say it. He chuckled, “you will one day.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and slid a hand along the silk of her nighty, realising she wasn't wearing her usual bed clothes as his hand brushed her thigh. He suddenly knew exactly what she was upto and his suspicions of her having a crush on him were confirmed. So she wanted to tease him? He thought, well two could play that game he smiled. Grabbing her hip he pulled her back tight against him, making her heart pound as his unusual and addictively gorgeous scent of roses and spice, filled her nose, but that was all he did and fell back to sleep, much to her annoyance.

When morning came Johanna woke to the feel of Belial spanking her ass. “What-” she mumbled sleepily. “Your going to be late for school, get up,” he growled and spanked her again, harder this time. Desire helped wake her and she sat up. He did something he hadn't done for a long while now. He dressed her. Making her stand up, he swung the white shirt around her and held it out for her to slip her arms into. Blushing, and trapped between his huge arms and her shirt, she slid the nightie off as he watched, his eyes trailing her breasts and making their way down lower as she finally slid her arms in.

He buttoned up her shirt, knuckles lightly grazing her breasts and making her shiver and not from the cold, another knuckle brushed against her stomach and she blushed. Then came the skirt. He held it for her to step into and slowly slid it up her thighs, fingers brushing against them lightly until the skirt slipped up and onto her hips. Letting go he brushed the skirt down, his hands ever so briefly sliding over her ass before he released her.

“Now, we just need to brush your hair,” he smiled, and she was sure it held a wicked touch to it, but she couldn't be certain, nor was she sure what he was upto acting like this, but she was certainly enjoying it. 

She sat down on the floor, by the foot of the bed as Belial sat on the bed behind her, legs either side of her in nothing but his boxer shorts. Her heart was pounding with desire, but she held still as he began brushing her long locks of black hair with soft strokes, and then gently he brushed it back and up into a ponytail before tying it. “There you go, all done,” he grinned, his hands on her shoulders as he leaned down to look at her. 

Tilting her head to the side and up to look at him, she grinned back shyly, “thanks daddy,” she liked calling him that, it just seemed so naughty somehow. Belial growled in response, “stand up.” She did as he asked and he stood up against her back placing his huge hands either side of her hips lightly, “you better get to school darling.” She hid her face as she beamed, trying to hide how much she was enjoying herself even if he was being serious, but she wasn't so sure he was.


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