Come over here

Frank was not sure what she meant but he was certain it was not good. He watched the demoness put her palms together and murmur beneath her breath. Her hands glowed with pale light. She touched his cheeks. Bruises, gashes, and the broken nose miraculously healed within seconds. Even the index finger she broke earlier was back to it's original condition.

"Now I must dress properly for this occasion."

Fiona opened the armoire beside her bed. She tossed her leather jacket on the bed and stripped off her rain-soaked black dress; her beautiful bare backside was clearly visible to Frank. She bent over, sorting through the armoire's bottom drawer. Frank felt an instinctive twitch in his loins as he viewed Fiona's perfectly shaped ass and glistening peach.

Fiona found what she was looking for.

She sat on the edge of her bed and shucked off her knee-high boots. She reached into the drawer for a tangle of black patent leather and small steel chains. She wrapped a collar around her neck and donned a patent-leather bustier with an open bust; her large round tits protruded aggressively. The chains acted as shoulder straps when hooked to the collar. She laced up her matching thigh-high boots with steel-spiked heels and paired them with leather gloves that rose past her elbows. Finally, she secured her long raven colored hair in a tight ponytail.

Fiona stood. She glanced in a mirror and marveled at herself. "Ah! Feels good to be back in this outfit. Been far too long since I've tortured a human."

Frank swallowed hard when he heard the word 'tortured'. Despite abstractly knowing of his impending doom, Frank could not help himself -- he sported a painfully-full erection at the sight of the dangerously sexy Fiona.

Fiona walked back to Frank. She grabbed one of her bullwhips off the wall and cracked it against the floor. She wrapped the whip around Frank's neck, tightening it around his throat like a noose while firmly gripping his straining cock with her other hand.

"All your life you've been the dominator when it came to sex. That's why you became involved in the sex trade in the first place, isn't it? So you could act out your sadistic pleasures on helpless women, yes? Isn't it strangely ironic how the roles are now reversed? You will do everything that I say, when and how I say it, or your death will be slow and agonizing."

Fiona stood back a few feet. Frank's eyes widened as she uncoiled her whip. With a quick jerk of her arm and a flick of the wrist the whip snapped across Frank's naked chest.

"Oww, fuck!" he screamed. His bare skin beaded with cold sweat from the savage sting.

Fiona smiled wickedly. Oh, she relished the sound of his torment! The whip came across his chest again with a louder crack, followed by an even louder anguished scream. With each lash Fiona became more and more aroused, filling the room with her sweet-smelling pheromones. Each moment of his anguish was like erotic pillow talk to her. She whipped him until his chest was covered in weeping red welts.

The pain overwhelmed Frank to the verge of unconsciousness. Fiona held out her hand and released his bonds, sending Frank tumbling to the floor.

"Come over here," Fiona demanded.

Frank could barely move. His body stung with every move he made as he hunched up to his hands and knees.

"Now!" Fiona shouted as she lashed his back with the whip.

Frank whimpered as he crawled toward Fiona. She gently flicked the whip at him; it wrapped around his neck like a leash. Frank gained a little speed as Fiona tugged on the whip, choking him towards her. He stopped at her feet.

"Lick!" she commanded.

Unsure of what exactly she meant, Frank stuck his tongue out, grazing the toe of her boot.

"Like you love it!" Fiona corrected, pulling on the whip.

Frank licked the toe and sides of both boots with long full licks. Fiona lifted her right leg, sticking the steel heel into Frank's mouth. He sucked on her heel enthusiastically; he did not want it jammed down his throat, or worse.

She lifted her heel from his mouth and slammed it to the ground. "Very good. Now, higher."

His tongue ran up the sides of her boots, occasionally kissing and suckling at the smooth leather. He continued past her knee, licking her inner thighs.

"Higher," she jerked.

Frank's tongue met the bare flesh above Fiona's boots. Further up he went, his nose grazing her demonic nethers. He felt his engorged cock twitch as he inhaled her scent heavily, helplessly. She grabbed his head with a fist full of hair and pulled him away.

"Suck!"

Fiona smothered Frank's face into her hungry pussy. He sucked on her swollen button and drank of her, unable to breathe. The sweet taste and smell drove him wild; he all but forgot the crisis at hand. Her hands held him mercilessly in place, not allowing him to draw a single breath. Dizziness set in. Just as he was about to pass out, Fiona released him. Frank gasped for air, his face covered in her Hellish juices.

"You're not done!" Fiona scolded.

Taking the whip between her legs, Fiona pulled on it from over her shoulder, winching Frank's face back to her pussy.

"Suck my pussy! No air until you make me cum!"

The whip choked the remaining life from Frank as he suckled Fiona's clit with a newfound desperation. Her flavorful nectar melded with his strangled anoxia -- an irresistible appetizer. He inserted fingers into her, hoping the added stimulation would send her over the edge before his lungs gave out. He sucked and jabbed in and out of her rapidly, clinging to his last ounce of oxygen.

His efforts paid off. Fiona let out a blaring screech as she orgasmed. She loosened her grip on the whip, allowing Frank to breathe as he tumbled to the floor.

"That was satisfactory," Fiona declared, "but you're not done sucking. Stacy! Fetch my toy!"

The red skinned devilkin grinned wickedly as she strolled to the back wall where all Fiona's 'toys' hung. She knew exactly what her mistress desired; the ten-inch strap-on dildo. Stacy returned to her mistress with the strap hanging from her mouth. She knelt before Fiona and help slide the toy up her mistress's leather covered legs, securing it in place over her mound.

"Good girl!" Fiona said, patting Stacy on the head. She glared at Frank. "Now then. Suck!"

Frank was hesitant. He never sucked a cock before, real or otherwise. Not even a homosexual thought in his life. He was not left with much choice. It was either do it, or be made to do it. He opened his mouth slowly and closed his eyes.

"That's it, you whore. Suck my toy cock!"

The dildo entered Frank's mouth. He lightly sucked on the head, then licked down the shaft.

"I said suck it!"

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