Modeus, Was it a Mistake? Ch. 01

When it was time for Taker, Lucifer, and Judgment to go, the rest decided to end the game and go to sleep, only Malina stayed in the living room playing Heroes III on her laptop, with Cerberus cleaning up. Modeus of course tried to offer to make the sleep more relaxing, and she ended up in Justice's room.

Justice undressed Modeus, then the roles reversed and when both were naked, Justice told the lustful demon to climb onto the bed and stand on it, while she touched her body and explored the belt. They said nothing the entire time. A while later, Justice laid on the bed and pulled Modeus to herself, to lay on top of her. Modeus pulled the covers over them and began fingering her friend, slowly, sensually, placing long kisses on Justice's breasts. Modeus felt hands massaging her boobs, stroking her skin all along her body, and as Justice's moans grew louder and louder, the hands Modeus felt moved up, to her neck and her head, into her hair... Until she felt Justice grip on her horns, as the demon pushed Modeus' head towards her pussy. As modeus greedily attacked that delicious parts with her tongue and lips, she placed her hands on Justice's legs to keep them apart...

"Whew! That was fun... Tell me Modeus, I felt your hands on me the whole time, you didn't want to even try to get to yourself?"

"There was no use... I humped the bed though..."

"Is there... Yup. I can't sleep like that, help me change the sheets?"

"Sure, where do you keep the clean ones?"

A moment later.

"Thank's Modeus, that's gonna be a good sleep."

"Wait, aren't you going to put some clothes on?"

"Nah, it's more relaxing this way," Justice said, getting under the covers.

"Goodnight." Said Modeus, closing the door as she went out of Justice's room. "Oh! Judgment, you startled me."

"Sorry. Huh, seems Justice had some fun?"

"Yup, I... Helped her relax before going to sleep."

"Good, I think she needed it."

"Huh?"

"She had some really tough cases to crack at work this past week. A night of good long sleep will be good for her. I'll put a glass of water in her room, she told me she's always thirsty when she wakes up. Goodnight Modeus."

"Night."

That was a strange thing about Justice -- she couldn't tell apart playing cards, watch movies, or drive a car, but she never needed help walking around even, in places she was for the first time to and seemed to always know where which item was located. Hand me a book? You just needed to tell her i.e. third from the top, other than that, no problem, she just knew where they were in the room.

After a short stop in her room, Modeus went to take a shower. As she undressed, she looked at the belt that was so terribly shielding her from indulging in her needs. Looking straight between her breasts, she had a view on the lock, the dreadful lock, to which the key... The key was held by Azazel. The demon knew she had to give ten orgasms to each person in the harem, but in the end, it was the devious angelic minx that was controlling when she could be satisfied and... Torturing her with lust.

And Modeus found it strangely arousing...

She smiled to herself and turned on the water. As the drops hit her body, she couldn't push away the imagination of someone spilling some sensual oil over her body. She closed her mind and let her mind run wild. As she soaped her body, she imagined another woman caressing her, squeezing her breasts, and pinching her nipples -- which made her lean forward, almost falling over. She let out a soft moan. As she cleaned her neck, she imagined Zdrada playfully biting her neck, when she moved to her waist, she remembered how Taker would hold her there as he pounded her on a table, but then she felt the rubber outline of her belt.

The feel of rubber and the steel behind it snapped her out of her wild imagination, albeit for just a moment. Yet, she found herself out of breath, leaning against the wall of the shower, water running down her body, droplets splashing down, little waterfalls forming from her breasts, her legs trembling and her hands fiddling around the belt. The sight made her want to masturbate so much it was unbearable -- still, it was nothing compared to the state she would be in not that much later.

It took her about 10 minutes until she was able to continue. She tried to move the belt at least a bit to the side to let the water under it, but she was astounded to find that she could feel the water flowing like the belt wasn't even there! The same with the soap, and when she tried to spread it, she found out she couldn't feel anything pleasurable, but, she felt as if she was cleaning herself normally, every move uninhibited by the belt, every touch like it wasn't there -- yet, there was no pleasure from the touch. The water though... The pressure from the showerhead was slightly pleasurable. Barely, but it was a feeling she was longing for!

With a blush and a grin on her face, Modeus spread her legs a bit more, with one hand she grabbed the shower faucet, and with the other, she maneuvered the showerhead, pointing it at different angles towards her pussy. She also changed the pressure and temperature of the water from time to time. Unfortunately for the lustful demon, although she felt it and it was something she craved, she was fighting a lost battle -- the belt's hold on her pleasures was too big. It let her feel the water flowing, the sprays from the showerhead hitting her neglected parts, but it would never be enough...

It took her longer than she would like to admit her defeat. Even when she understood there was no way for her to reach orgasm, she still tried... But, at some point, she had to stop. She screamed in frustration, a tear falling down her cheek. She reached down and pounded her fist on the belt she was growing to hate. When she calmed down a bit, she forced herself to finish the shower and dry herself off. Another surprise -- the belt didn't hinder her when it came to drying herself off. Once done, she put on a bathrobe (black, with red accents) and walked out of the bathroom.

"Miss Modeus..." Azazel whispered.

"Oh, Azazel, you're not asleep?"

"I... I was waiting to talk to you. I have something for you. A notepad... C-could you, umm, p-please, take notes?"

"Notes?"

"Yes, it would be incredible if you could write about how you feel and how you cope with... The belt... Could you do that for me, miss Modeus?"

"Oh... Ok, I'll try."

"Thank you! And, umm, how are you feeling? Are you ok?"

"it's difficult, I almost broke down while in the shower... But, I must admit," Modeus purred, "It's intoxicating when I'm with somebody."

"Oh, o-ok... You know, I was thinking of letting you back down and unlocking the belt, but I think we will go through with this experiment, miss Modeus. Don't forget about making notes and... Sweet dreams..."

"Good night, Azazel..."

She watched as the angel, in her white pajamas, went to her room. "My keyholder" was a thought that appeared in Modeus' head. She sighed, and she went to her room. Inside, she put down the bathrobe, and naked except for the belt, laid down on her bed. She decided to sleep as naked as she could -- an idea she stole from Justice. She pulled up the covers and tried to fall asleep.

But it turned out to be more difficult than other nights. Her mind was racing, images of sex, playtime, flooded her mind. She couldn't force herself to think about anything else, there was no escape. The satin bedsheets hugged her, with her every move they were just barely sliding over her body, teasing her skin, forcing her to think of others touching her. As she felt the fabric on her thighs, she remembered a redhead girl she was with two nights before, and how she tenderly kissed Modeus' legs, placing each passionate kiss higher and higher -- back then Modeus felt like the anticipation was killing her, and now... It was way worse, especially since she knew she wouldn't get that sweet orgasm she was craving.

She tried to lay still, on her back, with her hands under her head. The sheets covering her only from below her breasts down. The demon tried to think about anything else -- yet, what came to her mind was the first time she was with Taker.

That time he carried her to her room and dropped her on the very bed she was now on. It was a gentle move, he got her very close to the bed, so when she fell on it, it was a soft landing, but the sudden movement delivered that small rush of adrenaline. She smiled, seeing how Taker was now almost hovering over her, making her feel small and defenseless. She waited in anticipation for what he would do, and he put his hand behind her neck and pulled her towards him. During a long, passionate kiss, she felt a strong hand pulling down her skirt, gripping her leg, and move upwards. She was awaiting a touch between her legs, but Taker had different plans -- he moved his hand higher, along her waist and to her breast. He squeezed it. Modeus whimpered softly and wrapped her hands behind Taker's neck, quickly moving one hand to his head, grabbing it from behind. She had to make sure he wouldn't break the kissing, she needed it.

The memory continued. She felt Taker's body pressing her against the bed, his hand playing with her pussy, other hand massaging her breasts. The man was alternating between kissing her and teasing her neck with his lips and tongue. Modeus screamed into the would-be another kiss when Taker's finger found her g-spot. She was losing control of her body, but Taker was keeping her in place, enjoying the lustful demon writhing below him. Suddenly, between waves of pleasure, Modeus felt something else than fingers. Something hard, thick, was spreading her pussy lips. She felt it press against her opening, slowly pushing down... The demon gasped as her wet pussy finally welcomed the head of Taker's cock. And just as soon Modeus' eyes widened, her mouth frozen breathless even though she wanted to scream unholy things as the man's hips moved up and them quickly, forcefully down, forcing his cock deep into the demon's pussy. It went deeper than she was expecting, and she felt how full her pussy was, the wide thing barely fitting in.

Taker gave her a brief moment to catch her breath. Her eyes now closed, her arms wrapped around him, holding him so hard she was leaving marks... Taker smiled and started to move his hips, fast, hard, relentlessly. She screamed in pleasure and began to move her hips mirroring Taker's movements. The demon below him was trashing around, barely containing herself. Modeus felt him slow down, his dick pulsing inside her, she awaited him cumming hard inside her, but he moved back...

Surprised, Modeus felt his hands turning her around, grabbing her by the waist and him slamming inside her again -- this time faster, with only one goal. She knew it wouldn't take much longer and, as he was fucking her, she also fingered her clit. She was panting, moaning, yelling things no one would ever be proud of... And finally...

She felt Taker stop, his cock buried deep inside her, his balls against her body, he was tensed and she felt his penis pulsate, shooting inside her, flooding her, sticky fluid overflowing, dropping along her legs and fingers. Her orgasm washed over her, taking her breath away for a long while. Her body was shaking, held close by Taker, with his still hard cock inside her. Her world blacked out for a second.

She opened her eyes, snapping out of the memory. The orgasm she remembered now seemed so distant. She found herself laying on her stomach, biting down the pillow and with her hands buried into the mattress, holding it as if she tried to hold onto the desperate memory. She let out an almost silent whimper and turned on her back. Breathing heavily, she couldn't help but move her hands all over her body. She massaged her neck, softly played with her nipples and her ample boobs, her fingers traversed her legs... And found the belt.

Modeus moved her head up and looked down. She saw her body, burning with need, her hard nipples almost vibrating as her body trembled, and above her hips, and going between her spread legs -- the steel contraption she wished was not there. The demon was sliding her fingers along her legs, thinking how to defeat the damned chastity belt...

With one hand still on her leg, moved to her thigh, the fingers of her other hand were playing on the belt as if she was fingering her pussy -- but of course, she couldn't feel anything except the unyielding metal. The more she felt her need overtaking her, the more she felt burning from the inside, the more she was losing her mind. Now trashing around on her bed, touching every inch of her body that wasn't covered, Modeus cried out in frustration. Not only did her mind demand pleasure, but she also had a distinct feeling of her body demanding touch, she had an almost physical feeling of her pussy needing to be filled - pounded hard and fast. She felt her blood pulsating under the shield of her chastity belt.

The demon jumped out of her bed, almost falling. She knelt in front of her desk and opened one of the drawers -- inside was a wand-type vibrator. She quickly plugged it's power cord and jumped back onto the bed.

"That has to do the trick..." She whispered.

Modeus turned it on at the strongest setting and pressed it hard to the front shield of her belt -- and the desperation overwhelmed her as she felt nothing... She thrown the vibrator away, it fell on the floor, still buzzing, while she frantically started hitting the belt with her fist as if she could break it, quickly turning on the bed and start hitting the mattress. She took the pillow into her hands and buried her face into it, her mouth open, she whimpered and moaned into that pillow, trying to vent out all of the frustration, her tail smacking the bed like a whip. When she finally moved her face away from the pillow, her whole body shaking, she thought there was no way she could go through the night like that. And there was no way she could get the belt unlocked right now.

So she took sleeping pills she used every time it was too loud for her to sleep normally -- though, tonight they would also be helpful. Combined with her already being tired, they worked wonders and Modeus quickly fell asleep. The sleep offered her no respite -- she had vivid, lively dreams filled with sex, playtime. She dreamed of gangbangs, her body being used and pleasured, the scenes of roleplay melting together, fueling one another. Next came images of every time Modeus indulged in a new fetish or had any kind of a new experience. In her lusty dreams, she saw bodies intertwined in crazy positions, she heard moans and screams of pleasure...

In the morning she was out of breath, tired, and spent. Yet, the surprise came when she woke up -- first, it was quite early, second... She was unbearably horny. As soon as she opened her eyes, she tried to masturbate, her fingers tried to get to her pussy as fast as lightning, but they were defeated by the metal guarding her most needed parts...

"Fuuuuck! Ahh, I can't do anything... Maybe I can convince Azazel to unlock me earlier...? Damn, I won't be able to fall asleep again..."

She forced herself to get out of bed, take care of her morning routine, and decided to only put on her bathrobe, then went to the kitchen to get something to eat, preferably just some snack. She devised a plan -- she would go running, maybe hit the gym, and when she would be back everybody else would be well awake and she could find something to do to occupy her mind... Or she could work on meeting the requirement to get the belt unlocked.

She took the notepad she got from Azazel with her, if she was to write her experiences this would the only good time for it -- she didn't want to be reminded of her situation once her mind was occupied with something else. Modeus opened a pack of cookies, put some on a plate, and sat down at the table. The writing made her relive everything -- the first time she saw the belt, the first time she saw and felt Azazel's naked body, how envious of the angel's orgasm she was, how Malina used her tongue, the playtime with Justice, trying to masturbate under the shower and in the bed as sexual memories and fantasies kept her on the verge of losing her mind...

She finally finished writing, when she saw Zdrada searching for something in the cupboards.

"Oh, hi Zdrada."

"Hi. Ehh, oh, yeah, here it is. Watcha' writing?"

"Oh, Azazel asked me to note my experiences with..."

"Hah! That explains why your face is all red and you're shaking."

"Oh my... Umm, Zdrada, what are you even doing here? You always sleep late..."

"And why aren't you sleeping?"

"Well, because I didn't get any and I'm too horny to sleep. So, about you?"

"I'm making coffee for Pandemonica. Since Taker is on a trip..."

"She's working? It's Saturday!"

"E-mails to answer, whatever... She could either join us all yesterday and work today morning for a few hours or work late yesterday."

"Right... Figures she would ask someone to make her coffee in the morning and it's just sadistic enough to make you wake super early." Modeus softly laughed.

"She... She didn't ask me."

"Huh?"

"Just, forget about it." Zdrada sighed, as the coffee maker poured the black liquid into the cup. "Don't tell anyone, got it?"

"Tell what?" Pandemonica's tired and sleepy voice came from the door, "Is that coffee?"

"Here you go," Zdrada said, giving Pandy the cup, looking down. Was there a sly smile on Zdrada's face?

"That's terribly nice of you. It's not going to be very good, is it? Mmmm... My, my... It's delicious... How? How did you know how I like it?"

"I took a look into our angel's notes when she wasn't looking," said Zdrada with a smug smile. "I'm going on a porch, I need a smoke."

"It's a nice morning, I'll go with you. After all, I have a minute since I don't have to waste time making coffee. Thank you."

They both walked out, leaving Modeus alone in the kitchen. She cleaned up and walked back to her room and changed into workout clothes. The belt was poking out from the top of her shorts, so she had to adjust them a bit and tighten the rope at their top. As she was leaving the house, she ran past Zdrada and Pandy leaning over the porch railing -- she waved at them. As usual, she jogged to the gym (it wasn't that far) and she would do the same on her way back.

At the gym, Modeus tried to keep to herself. Still, she ended up chatting to a few people and exchanging numbers with a cute couple and a very nice blonde. As much as she tried to focus on working out, there were many "temptations" to look at -- yet, she got into the mindset and just worked out.

When she was running back, she came to the house from the garden, where she saw Cerberus playing volleyball against Justice and Judgment, the dog running between all of them -- end even having the perfect coordination (Cerbs was one person in three bodies after all) Cerberus was losing against Judgment and the blind Justice. How was Justice even able to play? Don't ask me... But she was very good at it.

Saying "Hi" to everybody, Modeus ran past them into the house and upstairs, to take a cold shower. This time she was already tired, which made it possible to keep erotic thoughts away. After the shower, she went to her room and got dressed in her normal clothes. Before walking out of her room, the demon took the notes with her.

Modeus thought she could join the others in the garden, but first, she wanted to give her notes to Azazel. She knocked at the angel's door and a panicked voice told her to wait for just a second, and a moment later, Azazel opened the door. She was wearing her normal clothes, but they seemed like they were put on in a hurry.

"Miss Modeus! How nice to see you! Come in!" She pulled the demon into the room and both sat down on the bed, "How are you doing? Are those the notes I asked you to write? Is it frustrating? How was it yesterday with Malina and Justice? How-"