Satans Debt

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There is that one little question that everybody asks one another, and that question is Do you believe in life after death? That is exactly the question Storm had gotten asked by the man in the graveyard as she was standing over her best friends grave. “What if you are death than should you believe in life?” Bending down to put some blue roses on the grave as she closed her eyes and walked away. Leaving the creepy old care taker baffled at her response.

Although she did ponder that question she had asked. Walking along the black steel fence the smoothness of it; as she ran her hand across the fence with every move she felt a sharp prick. When she looked down she was bleeding. What was even more curious is when she looked up she seen a murder of crows. Closing her eyes she felt a cold chill looking back nothing.

Storm swore she heard a dark, raspy, deep voice say her name; looking but nothing as she started breathing heavily starting to past her self faster. Thinking if she could just get home; she kept hearing the voice as she looked back she bumped into someone. Turning her attention to him she sighed “Sorry Sir” looking down.

This man was different he was tall, dark, handsome, and muscle bound.” Are you knew here?” gulping as his silence scared her. “I’m going to go” she started walking, and he latched onto her arm hard looking at his hand and seeing his talons she knew her worst fear came true. What her mother warned her about Satan was coming to claim her for her mothers debt when she made the bargain all those years ago.

 

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It was over. The last of Storm's close friends and family had finally left her, and she was alone. But not as alone as she imagined. For Lucifer, Satan, Prince of Darkness, was watching the pitiful excuse of a funeral, knowing that his prize, the one that was owed to him was finally ready to be claimed.

After the funeral, Satan called a murder of crows to distract Storm momentarily, and while her attention was diverted, moved into position so that she had no choice but to run into him.

As his little Storm turned to leave, Satan's hand shot out, grasping her arm just above the elbow. "No," his voice a low rumble, sounding like a kettle drum, lightly struck. "You will not leave; at least not to where you think you are."

To all observers, the two of them walking side but side, looked very much like lovers on a moonlit stroll. When in fact, Lucifer guided Storm to a very lush five star hotel. Stepping into the elevator, Lucifer hit the button for the top floor of the hotel, glaring at the other guests that approached the elevator before the doors closed.

Arriving at the top floor, Satan and Storm exited the elevator and he exhaled slightly and the door creaked open. Stepping into the hotel room, Satan flung Storm across the room and watched her roll to a stop in the middle of the living area. Amusement crossed his brow as he saw her sprawled out.

"Now let's talk rules." Satan said as Storm rolled back to her feet. The first rule is one you will find easy to follow. You will always keep your eyes downcast. Never looking at me above the waist."

Storm's mouth opened, poised to say something, when Satan lifted his hand palm facing her. "The second rule is that you will not speak without permission. The only exception is to ask a question, in response to a command, only for clarification."

Watching Storm's face cloud Satan then said, "When I am in the room, you will knee before me."

"NO!" Storm screamed, her face contorted in fear and rage.

"No?" Satan took two steps toward her and with a stinging back hand struck Storm across the face, a pink imprint of his hand appearing instantly. Storm's knees buckled slightly, and Satan helped her the rest of the way down by sweeping her legs out from under her.

"To finish the third room, when kneeling you will do so naked." Satan saw Storm's eyes widen in fear, as she grasped the collar of her dress and ripped it easily off of her body.

"Now remove the rest of your garmets." Satan commanded in a low ominous voice.

 

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Storm was very scared she only knew what her mom told that he would come for her,but she never said why. As she got flung across the room listening to these rules she sighed;she was confused,angry,sad all this just hit her at once.

Knowing she had no choice she looked down,and stripped her panties,bra,and socks. Revealing her shaved pussy,and her medium perky tits. Looking down at the floor she gulped "If I may,can I ask why my mother made a deal with you?" she sniffled in fear as she closed her eyes.

Wanting to look up at him,but knew she would be punished for it he clearly stated it. Feeling his hand in her hair she flinched as she seen his massive form sit down on the black leather couch before her.

Moving over in between his feet as she felt his strong grip on her hair pulling it upward as she sniffled again trying to adjust to all of this.

 

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Satan felt the silky length of Storm's dark hair, rubbing it between his thumb and fingers. "No child. Not yet. The time will come where I answer that question, but not tonight."

Allowing his cock to harden at the sight before him, Satan stroked Storm's face and whispered, "Please me well child, and perhaps I will save you from the squalid little existence you muddle through."

Cranking Storm's head back violently, he said, "And if not, you will pay."

Reaching down, Satan took Storm's left nipple into his hand and pinched it hard, bringing tears to her eyes.

"Undress me, bitch." Satan whispered.

 

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Feeling him pull her head back she closed her eyes hearing his voice gave her chills "Yes" she whispered as she opened her eyes and a tear running down her face.

Gulping as she did not understand why no one would tell her anything."Was it you who made all my family and friends die?" she asked as she felt sharpen pain through her body. Closing her eyes again as she clanged to his ankle as if for him to protect her,but at the same time she knew he was going to hurt her.

Storm looked down as she started tucking some of her hair behind her ears."I don't know what you want from me" she whispered under her breath as she noticed two glasses appearing on the table in front of her.

 

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Satan looked down on the woman kneeling between his knees for a half second. And in the hallf second decided that Storm was in for a hard night. Flicking his right hand out a ball gag appeared in it.

Forcing Storm's mouth open, Satan stuck the gag in her mouth fastening it behind her head as tight as it could go. The straps distending her lips and face.

Then Satan's hand with a blinding speed struck Storm twice, once a fore hand, and then a back hand. Her head snapping back and forth from the force of the blows. "Obedience, bitch. I expect your obedience. Must I repeat the order?"

 

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Feeling the ball gag tighten around her she cried and screamed.Feeling the stinging of the smack she cried even more her screams and cries muffled by the gag. Storm felt she was going to puke and pass out.shaking her head no to the question she closed her eyes.

Opening again as she crawled towards him looking down noticing he had no shoes on just bare feet.Standing up as she took his cloak off and dropped down to her knees looking at the floor.For the first time seeing him in all his form she knew she could look at his waist so she quickly glanced to see his thick,huge,red tinted cock and breathed deeply.

 

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Satan's laughter rolled across the room, amused by Storm's eyes settling on the cudgel that stood straight out from his groin. Grasping his inhumanly sized cock, he slapped her gently on each cheek in the middle of the pink hand prints that were still there. "Like this do you?"

Not waiting for an answer one way or the other, Satan wrapped his hand in her hair, and jerked Storm to her feet, and drug her into the middle of the room. "Stay standing," he commanded, "I wish to see what I own."

Satan looked at her feet and bent down lifting one foot then the other. His sensitive hands caressed the bottoms of her feet, feeling the dry skin and he noted that though painted, her toenails were irregular in length and some of the paint was chipped.

Running his claws gently up Storm's calves and thighs, he muttered "Thin, lack definition, your muscle development in your legs is atrocious." Satan could hear the sharp intake of Storm's breath at his soft slow touch. Looking at the trimmed patch of hair just above her young pussy, a scowl creased his face. "Shave that off. I expect my pussy to be as bald as my ass is, understand?"

Generating more heat in his hands, Satan tenderly drug one tip of a talon along Storm labia, back and forth, with a slow speed designed to taunt, and haunt, Storm. Four or five minutes of slow gentle manipulation and Storm's labia began to open, her juices welling inside her warming tunnel.

As Storm's breath began to rattle faster and shallower, Satan grpped her hips and spun Storm around. A second scowl creased his face as he looked at her ass. Poking it with a talon, Satan watched a small pool of blood well up as Storm yelped around the ball gag in a surprised pain. "Formless. Shapeless. This ass has the consistency of yogurt."

Leaning forward, Satan snaked his long thick tongue between Storm's the tip resting on her clit. With a hard lick Satan drug his tongue across her clit and to the opening of her flower, and thrust his tongue into her slightly. Easing out of her, a whimper of disappointment coming from Storm, Satan licked to her asshole, and then pushed his tongue in an inch or so, forcing the sphincter open to accommodate his tongue.

Standing up Satan splayed his hands open and ran them up her back, muttering, "Still no muscle development. Standing up Satan rested his long hard cock along her spine, reaching her shoulder blades easily. Reaching around he roughly grabbed her tits and pulled her roughly against him. "Too small. Disappointingly so, considering the size of your mother's tits."

Taking a deep breath, Satan drank in the flavor of her aroma's, physical and spiritual. Her arousal and fear annoyingly danced in his nostrils. Reaching up Satan freed the ball gag and tossed it to the side. "I trust you have learned your lesson."

Walking back to the chair, Satan sat down, the head of his cock hovering a foot above his lap. "Spin, bitch. Don't stop until I say other wise." Critically Satan watched her for a few minutes and said. "Stop.

"You have done poorly with my possession. You are hardly worth fucking in this state. In the morning you will submit to me for approval a plan of action for getting yourself into shape."

Enticingly, almost menacingly, Satan stroked his long cock, squeezing as he approached the head, loosening when approaching the base. He watched, Storm's eyes hypnotically follow his hand up and down. After a few minutes of stroking his own cock, Satan finally said, "Come kneel before me, and worship my cock."