Demonic Submission Ch. 03

Hello again all.

Hope you have been enjoying my stories thus far. This chapter doesn't actually have any erotica in it though, so just a heads up. I will say however that it is more of an informative chapter then anything. A great deal of information on what demons are and how they work is in this chapter, which will be somewhat important later down the road.

There is a portion as well where Celestine is arguing with herself. The portions that are italicized are her talking to herself inside her head. The mental voice often speaks in 'We' and 'Us' terms when referring to what that aspect of her wants as well as Celestine's rational side. Often it will switch to 'I' or 'you' when referring to its perspective of things and what have you. Hopefully it's not too confusing.

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Celestine slowly began to wake up but was encouraged by the warmth that surrounded her to simply curl up and continue to sleep. She could feel the comforting warmth of a soft blanket hugging her gently. However, despite her want to simply drift into a deeper sleep, part of her mind tugged at her to awaken. Wearily she tried to think exactly what was so important that she needed to be up at exactly this second. She had the next couple days off so that wasn't it... She didn't have any pressing chores or errands to run, so what was it? Her mind weakly grasped at any of the mundane worldly concerns a woman may have, and memories began to surface once again. Gabriel came to mind and she immediately recoiled from the memories of him and her embarrassing situation... Celestine decided then that sleep would be better then waking thoughts. But as she sought something better to fill her mind with, and lull her into a comfortable sleep, thoughts of another man slowly crept into her mind.

He was a truly magnificent man to look upon... Strong and beautiful, with a smile that made her almost melt... as features began to fill in, painting a clearer picture, Celestine realized this was not a man constructed of her fantasies but instead was someone she knew. Who though? It wasn't until the last feature was filled in that her mind clicked and realized whom she was imagining was Tristan... But, who was Trist-... Celestine's eyes snapped open and she immediately swung her legs off the side of the bed, looking about desperately to see if she was alone, hoping the self proclaimed demon was not beside her or inside the room. She also tried to determine where she was or anything to get some sort of bearing as to what was going on. Was it all just a dream or was she truly the captive of some monster. Her mind quickly whirred as she did mental checks of herself.

The first thing she noticed was not what her eyes saw, but that her mind was clear... Completely clear of the fog that the demon seemed to create that muddled her thoughts and made her hot and horny. It was a strange feeling, or rather it was the sensation of 'lack of feeling'. But Celestine didn't take long to get over it, as she realized that if she wasn't befuddled, she may be able to think of a way to escape... Looking about she realized she was on a large and very comfortable bed, and that she had just tossed away most of her blankets. Looking further she found she was in an extravagant bedroom. It was quite large and rivalled her places' living room in size... One wall seemed to have a large walk in closet which while dark at the moment, she could see held at least a few articles of women's clothing. Another wall was adorned with what appeared to be large windows, which led out into a balcony that overlooked the grounds. It was still somewhat dark out but she could tell the sun would be up in a few hours. The third wall she could see had two doors in it... one appeared to lead into a large bathroom, and the other looked as if it would lead into a hall...

Celestine also realized that she could hear what sounded like a bath running from the bathroom. She didn't have long to think on it though as a woman stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. She wasn't someone Celestine recognized, but she also seemed to be wearing the attire of a maid. However unlike Rena, hers was far less revealing, though Celestine could tell she would likely be quite attractive without the obscuring clothes... The maid didn't seem to notice that Celestine was up until she was about a third of the way towards the other door. When she did realize, she looked to Celestine, and the two of them seemed to stare at each other for a long moment. Celestine was beginning to get frustrated with the silence and the quiet blank look the maid was giving her. But just as she opened her mouth to speak, the maid quickly headed out into the hall and closed the door behind her. Celestine was about to give chase, but as she moved she realized something that gave her a startling jolt. Her pants were moist... More specifically her crotch was wet... Looking down she saw that her jeans were damp and sticky, and it was then that she remembered all the details of this evening...

First Tristan had abducted her, and then drove her to orgasm inside his truck and made her cream herself within her pants... Then, he had forced her to watch as he coupled with Rena, all the while Celestine had been fingering herself... Unbidden, images of Tristan's impressive manhood came, and sounds of Rena moaning and crying out for more. As the scene played out in her mind Celestine did not notice her own breath quickening. She did notice when her fingers touched the wet fabric of her pants and she immediately snatched her hand back. What was she about to do?! Her mind raced trying to think of anything other then what the obvious answer was... She was about to begin masturbating again... Even as she was sitting in her soaked pants she was going to begin again...

Celestine wrapped her arms around herself and hugged herself tightly. "This can't be happening... It can't be!" she whispered to herself. She tried desperately to purge the memories from her mind, but it only seemed to bring them into greater focus... Every memory seemed to bring more and more shame as she realized that she could have told him to stop at any time... He may have not listened, but she didn't even try, and it made her sick with herself. Worse still, for some reason, Celestine found the whole ordeal arousing, at least at the time. Hell, he had even looked to her for approval when Rena was on the cusp of orgasm! Essentially asking if Celestine wanted to see Rena reach climax... Damn him... DAMN HIM! She screamed in her mind. He forced her into this... She didn't have a choice!

Sure you did... but you chose to keep going... because you liked watching them. Because you wanted to join them... Because you wanted him to take control, lay you down and fuck you out of your mind like he did her...

Everything in the world seemed to go still as Celestine's mind seem to freeze up after hearing the unbidden thought from the back of her mind. It was in her own voice of course, but unlike her normal tone, this voice was low and husky... sultry and riddled with lust...

"No... No that isn't right... I'm not like that! I don't want that!" Celestine whispered to herself after several long moments... dreading the response that may come unbidden... Several long moments passed, and when no response came Celestine let out a long sigh of relief. She was concerned she was going crazy there for a second... And starting a conversation with herself would not exactly disprove the concern. She wasn't hearing some alter ego of herself. That was crazy. So what could have it been? Perhaps some spell of Tristan's, or some after affect of his enchantment? It couldn't have been her actual thoughts...She had never wanted anything like that before, so why would it change now?

Maybe it is because you've never met anyone like him before? Or maybe it's because you're afraid to let go of the control you've hold onto so tightly?

"What?" Celestine responded to her own treacherous thoughts aloud. "That's not true. I don't always have to be in control... Not everything has to be preplanned. It's just... better If it is..." Maybe she was going crazy... but the tone of her own thoughts was pissing her off.

You don't plan the little stuff... but when it comes to things that could bring you real pleasure, it has to be perfectly planned out and you always have to be in control... You don't let yourself feel everything that comes naturally because it rocks your control...

"So I'm not a slave to my emotions and more basic urges. So fucking what!?" Celestine said, as if daring her own thoughts to come up with a response. "So I'm not some piece of white trash that gives into her every urge. If I always did that I'd end up dead or worse."

Or you may have figured out Gabriel was gay a long time before you got overly attached to him...

That floored Celestine for a long moment, but eventually she replied, trying to be rational. "No... No there is no way I could have seen that ahead of time... All I am doing now is venting my frustrations against myself, using some unrelated situation to try and bring myself down for something I had no way of preventing. It was unavoidable. Everyone else thought he was strait too, and you can't convince me they were all lying." Celestine said with an even tone. She was certain that was the case... Her friends wouldn't have lied to her, Cameron especially.

You are wrong. Sure your friends thought he was strait, but you could have found out much earlier on. You just denied yourself the opportunity.

"Oh really?" Celestine sneered at her own thoughts. "How exactly? Let's hear it." She said confident she had caught her other line of reasoning in a corner.

We could have made out with him much earlier on, like we initially wanted to. He would have said no, and it wouldn't have ended as badly for us.

Celestine blinked in response, surprised by the line of reasoning. "No... No I-"

Stop lying. The first thing that ran though our mind when we saw him was 'I wonder what kind of kisser he is?' By our third meeting with him, it was driving us bonkers. We wanted to feel his lips against our own. Was he into tongue? Did he like to feel up his partner while kissing? Was he assertive? We wondered all these things and more... we wanted to find out. But you forced these desires down, because they came out of the blue, and didn't really fit in with any of the plans you had. If you had tried to make a move earlier, you would have found out. It would have been a bit awkward, and then funny, and then we could have still been friends or at least parted without the big embarrassment. Instead, you denied what we wanted initially, and now we are heartbroken.

Celestine frowned and tried to think of some way to create a counter argument, but was quickly realizing she was the one who got backed into a corner. She began to grasp at straws. "I was waiting for him to make the first move." She tried weakly, already fearing where this would lead.

Funny... Here we thought we didn't agree with preset gender roles and bullshit like that where the man has to take the first step. Didn't we decide it was okay to be the one doing the asking and shit like that? Or has that been a lie too?

"No! It's not a lie... It's just... it is nice if the guy takes the first step and all..." Celestine said knowing what would come next...

True. So long as it fits within the plan right? So long as we are absolutely sure we are ready, and that we actually like the guy and everything right? That he measures up to your standard...

Celestine could hear the condensing tone coming from her sultry train of thought. Though now it was less sultry and more angry and frustrated. She recalled unhappily how many times she had been going out with guys and they tried to make a move. And she recalled how many times she had asked herself if she was ready, and if she really liked the guy... She also recalled how many times she told them she wasn't ready, and how often it never seemed to go farther than that...

"But wouldn't it be wrong to jump in if you aren't sure?" Celestine asked feebly, dreading the reply of the now much stronger voice.

Bullshit! The only thing that matters or not is if we want to do it. If someone tries to kiss us and we don't want to, then we don't do it! It's that simple! If we want to fuck someone, we fuck them and enjoy the ride! Stop denying us because we are not absolutely sure! Right and wrong have nothing to do with it!

Celestine listened to everything being said and knew that it was hugely irresponsible. To simply do something without any thought at all of the consequences could easily lead to a great deal harm, on both sides of the relationship. "I don't want to risk hurting someone... not... not a-"

Again you are lying. You are afraid that we will get hurt again, afraid that anything we enjoy will disappear and leave us feeling empty and broken.

"So I am cautious and lose out on some things, so what? It's better than sleeping around like some slut!" Celestine snapped back angrily. She didn't like being in a corner like this. She didn't like having what she usually considered good traits thrown in her face like they were flaws. Sure, maybe she could stand to loosen up a bit, but she wasn't going to become a whore who split her legs the moment the urge struck her.

When did we start considering Cameron a Slut?

"Wait.... what?" Celestine stammered out, completely ambushed by the sudden question.

When did we start considering Cameron a Slut? After all, she seems to have a lot more fun than we do. If the urge strikes her, she finds someone and enjoys having sex with them. We know it's true, after all we even got to watch once. It wouldn't be a stretch to assume that Cameron didn't remember his name within a couple of days of humping him. It was just casual consensual sex, and she enjoyed it a lot. It was spur of the moment, and she just went with it... Unlike you who denies us at every opportunity because you are not sure if it's okay or not.

"Cameron isn't a slut! ...She just... likes to have fun... I am there to look out for her, and keep her from doing anything too crazy!"

Sure you are. Or maybe part of us is hoping that one of these times we'll get over this phobia of allowing ourselves to enjoy something and actually have a good lay. Or better yet, for someone to take the option away from us and simply force it on us. I sure as fuck know I like how that sounds.

"I do not want to get raped!" Celestine hissed disgusted.

Who said anything about rape? Having control taken away doesn't mean rape; in fact it's exactly the opposite when you want it to happen. You saw how Rena was... do you think she wasn't enjoying that? When he was the one deciding how things would go, and at what pace?

"So what? I should just get on my knees and ask Tristan to fuck me like a good obedient woman? Didn't we agree we weren't into gender roles?" Celestine sneered back. She finally managed to stop back peddling and was trying to take back ground in this self discussion...

HA! I wouldn't ask. I would just jump him and start tearing off his clothes. Though if we did ask, it wouldn't be because we are a woman.

The arguing opinion had shifted back to his low and lusty voice, which sent a slow shiver down Celestine's spine. It brought back memories of fantasies she had concocted where she seduced men. She would never act on them, but still they were, 'Entertaining' to play out in her mind. She almost always spoke in this tone in those fantasies... "Then explain to me why?" Celestine snapped out once she broke out of her own memories.

We would do it because the sex would be fantastic and because despite all your deep rooted arguments to the contrary, we want him to fuck us... We want to give in and lose control. We want him to take us and break us and ruin us on his magnificent cock. We want to taste his cum and feel it pump into our pussy as our cunt milks him dry...

Celestine gapped in stunned silence at the tone of her own thoughts. How desperate they were, and wanton and rife with desire... She couldn't reply... instead her mind turned back to if she was sane or not... because a normal person... a normal person simply didn't think like that... did they?

You are not crazy... All you have done is compartmentalize yourself to help settle an internal conflict, or at least make light of it within your mind. The alternate opinion which you have been arguing with is no different than writing down a series of important questions, and then going back and answering them in depth some time later.

Celestine couldn't help but state an alternative to her previous thoughts. "...Or I really could be going crazy and trying to rationalize it to myself to keep myself from coming to the mind shattering realization of it..."

...Or it could be an after effect of Tristan's Spell...

"Yes! That's right it could be!" Celestine almost hopped up when the thought struck her again. It seemed far more rational to her then assuming she was arguing with herself. After all, she never had thoughts like that before. "That is right!" she said aloud reassuring herself. It was all Tristan's fault. It had to be.

"I'm sorry Miss Carrigan, what is right?" A deep baritone voice shattered her conversation with herself and she looked to the door that led to the hall. Just inside it, holding what looked to be a bathrobe in about her size, was the butler she met at the front door. He loomed over her even when standing a dozen feet away, and she was quite certain he had to duck his head to enter the room to avoid the risk of hitting his head.

"Uhm... No-Nothing." She replied back quickly. As confused as she was right now she didn't want to seem crazy... Then again she wondered if crazy was abnormal here... After all Tristan seemed to be a demon and so did Rena... who is to say Claude wasn't as well? Celestine looked him over for a long moment and was about to say something but Claude held out an arm towards the bathroom held out a bathrobe to her as well. "If it would please you Miss Carrigan, a bath has been prepared for you. I am certain it has been a long evening thus far, and I dare to suppose that you may wish to clean up some before going to sleep for the evening." Claude's voice was polite and crisp, hell it almost sounded like how butlers in movies actually sounded...

"I... I guess it would be nice to get cleaned up... There... There aren't any hidden cameras or anything like that in that bathroom is there?" She asked warily. So far she couldn't put anything past Tristan and his perversions. Claude smiled politely and shook his head. "None that I am aware of Miss Carrigan. Additionally, if it adds any confidence for you, I sweep the rooms for any sort of device after the stay of every guest we have." Celestine paused and realized that Claude was referring to her by her last name... and wondered how it was he knew it. She put voice to her curiosity as she approached the bathroom.

"Do you mind if I ask how do you know my last name?" She tried gently, hoping not to upset the large man. Claude simply chuckled and responded easily. "Why I checked the identification within your purse when I was clearing it of anything non-essential for your stay here." His voice was utterly calm and poise, almost as if he was speaking to some sort of nobility. However the mention of her purse made Cameron realize that she hadn't seen it since she had been carried out of Tristan's truck. "Where is it, my purse that is?" She asked carefully. If she could get it back, she could maybe use her cell phone. Claude smiled slightly apologetically, as if reading her mind. "I am sorry Miss Carrigan, but there was little that I deemed necessary for your stay here. Your purse, as well as its contents, have been disposed of." Celestine blinked at Claude. He had just admitted to destroying her purse and everything she had in it, effectively cutting her off from the world. More importantly, he spoke as if destroying her property was completely normal... Standard procedure...