The Contract

Chapter 1

The crack and snap of a whip mixed with whimpers were the only sounds in the room. The smell of sextual arousal, sweat, and c*m filled the air. It had been a long couple of months since Aria’s training had begun. Belial didn’t think she would have lasted this long and was quite impressed by her. Crack! The whip snapped out once more, licking her back and drawing a beautiful red welt in its wake. Her moan made it all the more delectable to him.

“That makes twenty” he said steadily. He put the whip down on the table nearby and walked over to her, unclipping her cuffs from the wooden whipping post. She sagged slightly now that she wasn’t having to stand on her tiptoes. She gathered her last surviving bit of strength and looked up at him.

“Oh, that’s it? I’m still good to go. I’m not tapping out yet… Master.”

He chuckled. He knew she was nearing her limit for this session but admired her resolve. He loved her cheek, and he loved even more was beating the Brat out of her. “ Is that so?” He made his tone pondering just to fill her with dread. “Well, in that case, come here.” He looped a claw through the D-ring on her black leather collar and dragged her to the spanking bench. He quickly attached her limbs by the cuffs to the O-rings on the bench. He stood back admiring the view. Her round ass with her dripping cunt was in full view with her bound, face down and limbs spread.

Gods below knew how much he'd come to love every inch of that glorious ass in the last two months. Purple, blue, and a few older yellowing bruises marked her pale flesh from all the floggings, paddlings, whippings, canings, and croppings he'd done trying to make her give in and give up. All to no avail. Instead, she not only matched his stamina but almost seemed to thrive on the abuse he unleashed on her. He tenderly reached out a hand and dragged a claw lovingly down her back, over her ass and across her wet p***y. He paused at the folds to her entrance and gently rubbed up and down.

“Hmmmm, this position is giving me ideas.” He cooed to her, making his voice low and sultry. She couldn’t see him well in the position he had her in but she could feel his intention.

“You’ll rip me open if you do that, Master.” she whimpered. f**k was this where she was finally going to have to tap out at? Was she finally going to give in and, by the terms of their agreement then die?

“Oh don’t worry about that. "I want you to bleed for me.” His smile was wicked as he inserted one claw into her. He didn’t want her to tap out just yet, and tap out she would for what he had in mind. It had been a delightful couple of months filled with debauchery that would make Asmodeus the demon of lust blush, but it was time to put it to an end. The contract with Jasmine has been left unfulfilled for too long already.

She cried out in pain, and surprisingly enough to even herself in pleasure at the feel of his claw sliding in and out of her. They had f****d, of course, quite a bit, actually. His c**k was the thing of dreams. All nine inches with a knot that swelled that held her in place as he came.

“Oh good girl.” He growled low and deep. Excitement dancing in his eyes. He had never done this to a human before. “We’ve just started though, so tap out when it's too much.” The taunt in his voice had her resolving her will to bare with it no matter what happens.

He slid a second claw in. Despite wanting to make her give up and the threats of making her bleed, he was being careful not to accidentally cut her by keeping the curved tips inwards. She moaned again at the stretch as he pumped his fingers slowly in and out. He continued working her up until he felt her loosen up enough to slide a third in.

“f*****g hell”, he smiled at her exclamation.

“Don’t forget to breathe.” He taunted her, his grin spreading even wider.

“f**k You! Aria replied through gritted teeth. The stretch was intense, and she knew Belial wasn’t going to stop till his entire clawed fist was inside her.

“That’s my girl.” was his chuckled response to her defiance. He continued at his slow, tortuous pace, working her up till she was ready for another.

“Fuckkkk….” Came the low moan out of her. Sweat covered her back and her head hung low. She was nearing her limit in this. A twinge of guilt, remorse, maybe? Perhaps it was simply a reluctance for the fun to end. A small part of him, a part that was steadily getting larger, wanted her to hold out so they could keep playing.

“Last one pet.” He leaned forward slowly and planted a kiss on her back for encouragement. “Let's see if you can handle all of me.” She took a slow, deep, shuddering breath. Looking back over her shoulder as much as she could, Aria met Belial’s eyes and held his gaze. She gave him a slight nod and watched him as he forced his thumb into her. Her eyes got wide as she felt him slip past the knuckle and was fully in her.

The stretch. Dear gods, the stretch was so intense. She could feel every inch of his hand as it rested in her. Her breath caught in her throat and she couldn’t release it till he moved his arm. The feeling of her delicate skin ripping slightly was negligible compared to his fist hitting her cervix. It was too much. She was so full. Full of him. All she could think or feel was him. Nothing else mattered as she felt him shift his fingers slightly inside her to be more comfortable for him. Tears started to pool up in the corner of her eyes and the pain. A small whimper of pain slipped from her lips as she tried to focus on anything but the feeling of being ripped apart. The flickering red lights overhead made for a good distraction. She focused on those, letting her body be used but letting her mind drift away from the pain. Aria floated for an unknown amount of time. A dissociated trance is the best she would be able to describe it later. She only came back to awareness when her body was in the throes of an earth-shaking orgasm that had her squirting all over Belial. She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her body, and he removed his fist from her soaked and gaping p***y.

“Oh Good Girl.” He cooed as he unshackled her limp body from the bench. He lifted her gently in his arms and walked out of the playroom towards the bath. She whimpered slightly at the movement but curled into him all the same. The small whimpers made him move slower so as not to jostle her too much. He ran a bath and murmured words of praise to her as he uncuffed her limbs and removed her collar before gently putting her in the warm scented water. He lovingly washed away the sweat, blood, and c*m off of her. Her head lolled to the side, too exhausted to do anything but allow him to administer his aftercare. The only indication that she was still conscious was the occasional word she said too low for him to catch. Once she was clean, he scooped her up and carried her to the room they'd been sharing for the last two months. Instead of putting her in the large, sumptuous cage under his massive bed that was her normal sleeping area, he gently laid her down on the silk sheets of his bed. The smoothness was a cooling balm to her tenderized flesh. She felt like she had gotten hit by a bus today. The whipping was punishment for mouthing off during the flogging earlier. The fisting was so intense and exhausting that, as soon as he laid her down on the bed, she drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Belial stood over the bed, looking down at the woman sleeping soundly. He raked a hand over his face and sighed. He cared. He actually cared for a mortal woman. When her body had gone limp, he recognized it as subspace. He had asked her questions and got monotone answers back, all with a “Yes Master” or a “No Master”. It had elated him to realize he had finally gotten her to that space. The squirting finale was the cherry on top of a deliciously long session.

He didn’t want to stop the fun or end their arrangement, he realized. If he got Aria to tap out and thus released him to fulfill the contract on her, there was no guarantee she would end up in hell or want to be with him anymore. Resolve stiffened his spine and made him pull his hand off his face. He was going to find a way to keep her no matter what the cost.