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Click hereChapter 1 The First Bait
Stacey was a sceptic at first, when she was told that she was chosen to fight demons; she thought that these strange monks were insane. But she learned quickly that demons indeed existed, and that they were merciless. Over the years she had earned a sterling reputation as a hunter, starting with the demon Chaos. She had saved the world countless times, now.
Now she had caught the attention of Larzaius the Corruptor. Larzaius wasn't the most powerful of the demons, but what he lacked in power he made up for in cunning. He wasn't a fool enough to believe that he could take the Hunter in a fair fight, but he didn't have to. She wasn't like most Hunters as she refused to live in solitude. Instead, she had some nice, attractive friends; the perfect bait. It was a simple matter to stage a diversion; to send the Hunter away so he could arrange visits to her friends.
He sent some agents to her apartment where her best friend and roommate, Belinda, was watching TV. This was going to be easy, there was no hint of mysticism or training from Belinda; she was just an average, mortal woman. Small, with dark hair and a delicate looking body; she also had a cute-looking, little ass and nice breasts. Unfortunately for her, Lord Larzaius said that they were not allowed to ravage her; but he didn't say that they couldn't make her do things to entertain them. They grinned as they approached the room. Belinda put on some soft music and began to make a strawberry banana smoothie, completely unaware of the menace inside. Three of them barged into her room wearing ski masks making it look like a robbery; they saw her wearing nothing a top and matching bra and panties.
They covered all points of her escape, and surrounded her. "Now do you want to get hurt? If not, you are going to do everything we tell you, understood?"
"Who are you? What do you want? Y-you can't make me do things!" Belinda blurted out, terrified. "Leave right now or I'll call the police!" She was visibly trembling, her small frame looking so frail and delicate. They laughed as they pulled the phone plug out of the wall; one turned and smashed a statue with a round-house kick.
"Next time it's your knee cap; now take off your panties." Paralyzed by fear, the shaking Belinda hooked her thumbs around the sides of her panties and began pulling them down slowly; feeling very vulnerable. So worried about the one who smashed the statue; she didn't notice another of the men pulling out a charm and coming up behind her. The men grinned beneath their masks; they knew the charm would compel her to obey the orders of the one who holds it. She sensed someone behind her and turned; making eye contact with the charm. Its visual presence was strangely hypnotic to her; and suddenly she didn't seem to feel the same embarrassment.
"Now Belinda, you want to be a good girl and show us your pussy, don't you?" Her will was weak; unlike her friend Anastasia, she'd never had been in this sort of situation before. She almost robotically sat herself on the kitchen table, slowly spreading her legs as wide as they could go for the three men. "Very good Belinda, now take off the panties and throw them away."
She put her legs together and pulled them straight off, throwing them across the room into the trash can. Due to her hypnosis, she missed and they fall on the floor next to it. "Very good, Belinda. Now, we want you to reach under your top and start playing with your nipples. Think about all the nasty times you thought about touching them, tell us who did you want to watch you?" She moved her hand inside her top, exposing her beautiful, flat, tan stomach and began moving her hand in a circular motion under the top.
"My boyfriend...the neighbors...Anastasia...everyone." She murmured.
"Are you secretly an exhibitionist, or just a slut?" He asked her.
"I'm...a slut..."
"What made you realize that you were a slut?" The men were really enjoying her self-debasement and humiliation; realizing that she was not lying, but saying what she believed was the truth. The charm was having a heavy effect on her; she barely even knew where she was anymore.
"I want to be fucked," She paused. "All the time."
"When's the last time you had sex, where and with who?"
"My boyfriend, last night at his place." Her top was getting all messed up from the rubbing.
"What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?"
"I sucked off one of my college professors one night"
"Why? Where?"
"It was at a party. We got really drunk and got carried away. He pulled it out and I just couldn't resist getting on my knees for him." The men can't believe how weak she was, her legs spread wide on the table, touching her breasts underneath her top, those luscious lips dropping all sorts of dangerous secrets.
"Did people watch?"
"No, he's married."
"Do you have any sex toys, Belinda?"
"No sir..." She said.
The men could see she was getting really aroused. "Do you drink, Belinda?"
"Yes."
"What do you prefer to drink?"
"Tequila."
"Do you have a bottle?"
"Yes." She moaned.
"Get it, and then come back here." He ordered.
She walked over and got it, then stood before them. "Good. Now Belinda, give it to me and then get on all fours, and stick that lovely little ass out. Tell me Belinda, if that Professor ordered you to suck his cock in a full classroom; would you have wanted to?" She handed over the bottle and got down on all fours, her lovely back arched delicately. "So, would you?"
She thought about it. "I would have, but I'd never actually do it."
"What is your darkest sexual fantasy?"
She blushed, but barely made any effort to hide her answer. "I want to be fucked and choked to death."
The men chuckled and started adjusting themselves. "Oh, we have better plans for you. Now, have you ever been fucked up the ass before?"
"Yes."
"Do you like it?"
"I try to pretend like I don't, but I do."
"Good, because I want you to shove this bottle up your ass."
Belinda looked at the bottle with fogged over eyes. "It looks too big, sir."
"Then pour some on your ass and lubricate it." She took the tequila and poured the bottle out onto herself, the golden liquid coated her skin and rolled everywhere while her face was expressionless. "Now stick the bottle in your asshole and follow us, hold it there while you walk."
She slid it in slowly, wincing in pain as she pushed it in. Even in her hypnotized state, a series of whimpers and moans escaped her pouty lips. "Now come with us, it doesn't matter how many people see what a slut you are anymore." She struggled to stand with the giant bottle inside her. Tears of pain filled her eyes. "Follow us, the car's waiting."
"Where are you taking me?" She asked hypnotically; walking with the bottle inside her, wincing in pain occasionally.
They grinned as she walked with them despite the painful obstruction in her. They opened the door and take her outside to the car. "Someplace where a slut like you will get non-stop gratification. Now, get in the trunk."
She climbed obediently into the uncomfortable trunk; a blank look on her face. "Now keep pumping your ass with the bottle. Feel free to think it's the Professor demonstrating in front of your classmates, but only touch your breasts if you get aroused; you don't stop until we open the trunk again."
Before they're even finished telling her, she's already started fondling her breasts; the humiliating image of the Professor using her as an example, flashing in her mind. "Yes sir." She replied, as they closed the trunk and drove off.