“First things first. You need to be properly punished,” Yulia said. My mind went once more to the night I’d spent tied to the floor in front of her bed, brought continually over and over again to orgasm.
I shuttered in anticipation, as the desire for an orgasm rushed through me, and I itched to touch myself there and then. No, no that would be bad, I thought. I needed real relief. I needed energy, not to be deprived of it. “I -- but -- I saved you. We made it out,” I said weakly.
She sighed and gave a brief but surprisingly kind smile. “I’m not saying that I’m ungrateful for you getting us out of there, Ivy.” I was momentarily surprised she was still using my name. “I’m no fool; I realize you could have left me. But it was you who caused the whole situation to start with. A sensible person would probably send you back to the Under for a stunt like that, at the very least. I’m willing to give you another chance. You’re foolish, not malicious. I’ll make a great little subservient demon out of you with a bit of proper guidance and discipline.” She gave me a long look before turning around. “Stay here while I find some clothes.”
I took a deep breath as she entered her closet. What sort of punishment had she in mind, I pondered fretfully? Would she use the same one as before, or come up with something different? I tried to scramble my mind through the possibilities. It was difficult with how horny I felt. Everything I could imagine just ended up turning lewd. Though with the way Yulia seemed to lean, it was likely to be that sort of punishment. Hopefully, I would survive it without being driven mad. The dream flashed through my mind again before I shook off the thought.
My eyes turned once more to the closet. I wouldn’t say that I hated Yulia, but I didn’t really feel that I particularly liked her. There was certainly some resentment there. Would I be okay with being owned by her from now on? Would I come to resent her? Or was it possible that I would come to just accept the situation, or perhaps to even love her eventually? The future felt so forboding and unknown to me.
Yulia strolled back out of her closet in a long and noble dark-red dress. A different wand sat in her hand, likely one she’d used years before, as her normal one was lost to the Above. She walked past me toward the door.
“Come, we’re heading to the courtyard.”
Nervously, I followed behind her, still just as naked as I was before. I was tempted to ask for clothes, yet knew that my nudity was intentional. Whatever plan she had, I wouldn’t be needing clothes for it. I bit my lip, holding my breath as I crossed the threshold of the door, exposing my naked body to the hallway. As much as I wanted to stop and turn around to hide within the room, I knew I couldn’t, both because of the magic of the contract and the fact that Yulia wouldn’t allow it. I was getting my punishment, willingly or not. It brought home the fact that she truly did own me. She had ever since she’d obtained the contract, perhaps even before it. If only I’d been able to have a contract with someone like Victoria instead. I imagined that she would have gone about making it with me quite differently than Esme had. Demonic contracts could be powerful. They were more than just a tool for obedience. With time and dedication, they could boost the power of both the summoner and the demon. I could imagine me and her being a powerful duo together. But it wasn’t meant to be, I supposed.
We passed several girls still in the dorm hall. It appeared to still be early morning, and many of them were either making their way to class, chatting with each other, or otherwise preparing for the day. Many of them ignored me or at least gave the appearance that they were. Others blatantly stared. I could feel their eyes rolling up and down my naked body. I tried to cover myself as best as I could, for what little good it did me. With hands and arms covering my privates, I shuffled down the hall on Yulia’s tail, partly wishing she would go faster, partly worried about our destination. Meanwhile, my fingers itched to play. My cunt was wet and waiting. I needed release, or I was going to end up begging for it. And I didn’t want to be brought to that, not in public at least. Hopefully, Yulia would be generous.
The doors outside flung open, as she marched through them. My eyes scanned around the courtyard, looking for who happened to be around. There were a few people lounging, and a couple of others making their way along the winding paths. Several heads turned our way as the doors pounded shut behind us.
Yulia continued forward, heading toward the courtyard’s center. There were a few things around the central area of the yard. Several large old trees stood tall, casting shadows and rustling in the breeze. An old fountain that no longer worked sat gathering mold. And off to the side stood an old wooden pillory. I paled as Yulia walked directly toward it. I’d completely forgotten this was even here. I squeezed my hands together nervously as I followed, hoping I was mistaken. As she stopped in front of it and turned to me, I knew it wasn’t to be.
“I don’t believe I need to tell you what to do,” she said.
My eyes met hers. This was a test, an obvious one. I hesitated for a second and then walked over to the pillory. Slowly, I bent over, first placing my arms into the two holes below me, followed by my head. The wooden board above was pushed down, snapping into place, and locking me into the device. Almost instinctively, I tried to pull my arms out of it, finding that they wouldn’t budge.
“Good girl.” Yulia walked around in front of me and placed her hand on my head. Between my two horns, she gently petted me. In resignation, I continued looking down at the ground. All I could see of her was her heeled feet and the long red dress fluttering in the breeze. “I’ll be gentle,” she said.
She whispered a few magical words, and I looked up just as her wand began to transform. Its color darkened, and it stretched outward forming a small rod that split into numerous pieces of thin black rope. As it completed, she whipped it through the air. With a devious smile, she moved back around me.
“Move your tail,” she said. Her hand reached out to gently caress my ass. Slowly, my tail moved up down my back and curled around my belly. I couldn’t hold it in my hands, unfortunately, and hoped that I wouldn’t accidentally move it in the way. Several seconds went by, and I focused on my breathing. Instead of staring down, I closed my eyes, though I could feel the piercing stares of everyone in the courtyard. I was sure that numerous people had stopped to watch at this point.
Yulia’s hand left my rear, and I heard her back up a step. I held my breath.
I flinched as the fiery crack of the whip met my skin without warning, a sting of pain following a half-second after. The sound ended up much worse than the pain itself, to my surprise. While it did hurt, it was easily manageable. It didn’t stop my second wince as the flog hit my ass a second time. It wasn’t an unbearable sort of pain, or even really as bad as the pain of a paddle. It was different. I’d expected to scream and shout in agony as the flog tore through my skin. But no skin was broken, and instead of a scream, I moaned in pleasure. It wasn’t like the paddle, it was better, I realized. As the third strike came, I sucked in a breath and arched my back as well as I could in my position. My tail twitched, though I kept it in place. If she hit my sensitive tail, it would truly hurt. My legs trembled as she smacked me once more, slightly harder than the previous times.
“Are you enjoying this?” she asked after I moaned once more. “I probably shouldn’t be punishing you like this. I suspect it will only encourage you further in the future.” She sighed as the flog stung me once more. “But truthfully, it's so satisfying I couldn’t resist. I’d been hoping for an excuse to put you in the pillory here. Perhaps I’ll think up a real punishment for you later. Can't have you thinking what you did was acceptable.”
Several more whips and my legs were close to giving out with nothing to support them. They wobbled as I focused on keeping them beneath me. I desperately wanted to touch myself. My cunt was dripping wet, begging to be fondled. Would she make me beg for an orgasm, making me continually hornier until I couldn’t take it anymore? What was her plan, I wondered?
As though she had read my mind, she bent down and whispered to me, “They’re all staring at you, you know. Wondering whether they are going to get a turn with you. There’s about ten of them now, watching and waiting, both guys and girls. And as word gets out, it won’t be long before half the students in the school have crowded the courtyard for a piece of you.” The sting of the whip increased once more with her next hit. “What would you say, I wonder, if I told you I was going to let them? Would you beg me to let you go if I lined them all up behind you? Or would you let them each have their way with you, fucking you one by one in turn as you come over and over again?” I flinched as another sting was particularly painful. “Perhaps we’ll have to find out.” I could hear the grin in her voice as she relished in the control she had over me.
Despite having my eyes closed, I could tell that people had moved closer. I could hear the low whispers of their voices, the rustling of the grass, and their soft chuckles as they laughed at my predicament. Would Yulia truly line them up to whip and fuck me, I wondered? I wasn’t sure. It seemed like the sort of thing she might do. She had a malicious bend to her nature, though it would be the furthest I’d seen her truly take it. I shivered at the idea of it. Partly horrified and partly wishing she would go through with it.
Her hand gently rubbed my increasingly sore cheeks as she continued, “Of course, the main reason I brought you out here was to let them all watch. I knew you’d love all their lusty stares at your naked quivering body. A little slut like you can’t get enough of it, I’m sure. Perhaps I’ll just keep you without clothes from now on. What’s a horny bimbo succubus like you need them for?”
The crack of the flog stung my ass once more as her hand left it. I sucked in a moaning breath. I felt so close to cumming. Right here in front of all these people. It was mortifying and a huge turn on all in itself. I wanted to run off and hide. But more than that, I wanted to cum and wanted them to see me. The flog snapped again and I moaned out. If only Yulia would stick her fingers in me and bring me to an orgasm. Or at least touch me. Maybe I would cum eventually all by myself, but I worried it would take forever.
“Yulia!” someone shouted in clear annoyance, a familiar voice.
My eyes opened and I looked to the side to see a figure move around several people to my left a few meters away.
My cheeks reddened as Victoria made her way toward us, and my mind stuttered. W-why was she here?
Plot twist. Banishment and contract failure punishments are actually just spell that break a creatures link with the dimension they where summoned TO, meaning that ivy cant actually go to the under without an elaborate and expensive ritual to get there, and even then she needs an anchor to keep her there xD. Of course this goes both ways so there would be a couple non-demons in the under :/
It would add a lot more originality to your novel at least. The trope of "demon serves or gets sent home" is kinda boring, having her serve out of free will is much more interesting
That's actually not a bad idea. Though I doubt the characters in the story would know things would work that way. Might use it for when I hopefully eventually get around to writing book 2! Thanks! It would definitely be a good twist to things.
@FlitterPuff ofcourse!
To elaborate on what i had in mind:
an anchor is a piece of a realm, usually just a bit of mana from the air. This is put inside the mana pool of another creature where it will be safe behind that creatures magic resistance. since creatures of their own realm absorb mana from their own realm this doesnt work on your own people, not that youd need to. Anyway, next is the veil between realms, all portals automatically give an anchor when crossed you just dont notice it happening due to disorientation. You can ofcourse resist being given an anchor, thus rejecting a summoning, its not like all demons would want to leave the under right? For a demons name to be useful for generations that demon needs to live, so the under is actually a rather safe place for demons. Most of the time they spent torturing hapless sinners or something, idk. So bored or more likely, criminals and fugitives make up most of the summon population xD.
Further thought on what happens when a pregant demon gives birth in the under is that the halfling becomes a pure demon just like ivy did simply because their realms existence is corruptive or something, this also prevents humans from looting and exploring the under, they quickly die after entering. It would even explain what happened during ivys failed ritual, Gordons flesh died off and the demon dna quickly healed him with the dead flesh as catalyst.
On to banishment and contracts. This would be a plothole without anchors, nothing would have stopped a mage from just banishing humans and contracting human slaves en mass. Now, an anchor being protected behind a creatures foreign magic resistance can still be pushed out of their mana pool with a strong spell or ritual. A contract is a simpler ritual that works with consent to cause small effects in the contractee, this is usually just the mental support and reminders to obey the contract, these arent strong compulsions though so easily ignored and the removal of the anchor with a small burst of more forcefull magic from inside the mana pool. A conctract with a death penalty for example would have to overcome a creatures constant resistance to magic, as the body tries to scrub this magic with ill intent. So non-consent, and human slave contracts require constant mana supply. So no rampant slavery. These are usually called obedience curses anyway.
Well, that was an exposition and a half. Do with it what you want, and flesh it out if you decide to use it xP. You're lucky you simply said how demons and demon magic is scarcely understood at the beginning of your novel, allows for exploring later on.
Damn, i really should become a writer.. Maybe some other time.
@Nareik The anchor idea is actually quite interesting, though the events in the Above, seems to imply that neither Yulia nor Ivy were feeling rejected, at least in the short term. Of course, Above could be different.
And the part about the Under being a safe place for demons. It could just be that demons are immortal. They can't die (or quickly reform after death) so they can go crazy with their desires or sins.
And to add to the part about summonings and contacts, debt can come into play. Why do demons consent to being summoned, even the low leveled ones? There's probably something to be gained from that. And such a thing is debt. For every action that the demon performs for the summoner, the summoner might accrue a debt to the demon. And for a Life Debt, that could be really serious.
@Xyll-246 hmm though interesting immortality cant be a thing with new demons being born.. It would also make them too fearless, maybe for high ranking demons that could be a thing, though with limits like, other demons interfering. Debts also a good one! A life debt allowing a demon to take the humans soul to the under with him to serve as a slave. I still stand by the under being relatively safe. It wouldn't make sense why some demons accept terrible contracts and others refuse even good ones. Also, it would allow for a nice under arc.
Its a fun idea in the short term, but that would effectively make her immune to contracts from then on. There'd be no cost, no risk, no drama associated with it. I suppose if the story is only going to be short, it's not an issue, but long term? I feel like you lose out on a lot of potential story possibilities.
@Mephi slavery doesnt need magical contracts to work. Even today we have slaves in the real world. Besides, she is wearing a collar she cant remove, she will just be hunted down if she flees.
There's more to contracts than just enslavement. That's kind of a narrow view of the entire thing.
Either way, in the long term, effective immunity against contracts reduces story options instead of helping make story threads. Flaws and weaknesses are a GOOD thing for characters to have. Make stories interesting. Removing them closes story options.
At the bare minimum, making Ivy not care about contracts removes any drive to learn to be better at making contracts. That kind of story arc comes with any number of other complications and potential interactions. So, I feel fully justified that saying that making her immune to banishment via contract is worse for the story than leaving it in.
@Mephi so you agree that contracts dont need magical enforcement? Because the only use for that is slavery. Being able to break a contract without magic consequence doesnt mean ivy wont be punished for it afterwards. And since noone wants a demon walking around without a contract it would still be usefull, even if only for the mental reminders of her orders. Instead of being banished to the under the punishment for breaking the contract would be whatever yulia decides.
@Nareik Actually whether or not contacts affect Ivy is probably not going to affect the story much if the characters, including Ivy, go about with the assumption that they do. And when they discover the truth, they'll probably have greater problems anyway, in the form of her parents, religious orders or the Above.
@Nareik Umm... what?
Me: "There's more to contracts than slavery"
You: "so you agree... Because the only use for that is slavery."
@Mephi i clearly stated the enforcement part of a contract doesnt need to be magical.
Real world contracts are simply agreed apon things that can be broken all we like. Just dont get caught.
Ivys contracts would really only have the function of checking if she is doing as told and informing her mistress of her wrongdoings. An advanced version of an anklemonitor if you would.
Without the ability to break her contracts she wouldn't be able to change anything about them either, so this adds options too.
Anyway, author decides.