Summoned 3: Punished by the Demon Prince Read online

  “Mistress, give me the release you promised,” the demon said as he arched again trying to push his aching meat into anything that could give him the release he wanted. He stared up at the two seductresses, he burned their faces into his memory and would never forget this day. The day he begged a human for anything. “Please, give me what you promised.”

  Callistra felt a deep aching lust inside of her as she looked down at the begging demon. She felt Jenny move from behind her and she stepped back until the demon’s cock was in line to slide into her. She slowly lowered herself and guided the beast’s stiff member to her lust swollen lower lips. She could feel the tension between them, it was intense, and she dropped onto the cock driving it deep into her. She cried out in bliss as the creature arched and drove as deep as it could go into her. The blessed oil singed the beast and sent it into a lust filled fit of rapture bucking and thrusting its hips in a mix of agony and bliss.

  Callistra just held still and let the demon buck and thrust into her, she felt her eyes roll back in her head as she was overcome with immense pleasure. She could feel every inch of the demon’s cock stretching her and she clinched her muscles hard to grip him as hard as she could as he rammed in and out of her. She could see the wisps of smoke coming from his shackles as he strained against them, she could see the wisps of smoke coming from between her legs as the blessed oil singed and burned him sending him into a fury. She felt something burst inside and she braced herself by lying her hands flat on the muscular demons scaly chest and rode his huge cock for all she was worth. Wisps of smoke started wafting from under her fingers as the blessed oil seared into the demons chest where she held him, and her whole body was rocked by intense pangs of pleasure. Wave after wave of orgasm hit her hard and then started ebbing with every moment. The demon was about to explode inside of her and she wanted it but knew that it could not happen.

  She pulled off of him and she whimpered as she felt his member slide out of her. She quickly straddled its legs and took its straining cock in her hands and started stroking it feverishly. The blessed oil on her hands seared and singed its member and it arched its back straining every muscle and filling the room with a feral cry as it finally got its release. Callistra stroked hard as a huge thick jet of its seed launched into the air and rained down on her breasts. Squirt after squirt of sticky hot fluid spilled out and flew in long lines landing on her hands, her arms, and her thighs. There was so mush cum spilling out of the demons cock it flowed out like a stream all down its shaft and onto its hairless balls. She stroked until no more of its seed came out. She was breathing heavy and just staring at the demon’s member in her hands when she felt Jenny touch her shoulder. She let go of it and stood up, she backed away from the beast and felt Jenny by her side. She felt safe with Jenny’s touch, she felt more in control again.

  Callistra looked at the spent demon, its cock still hard and tied with the leather cord. She wanted to put him deep inside of her again but she knew that her lust for the demon was insatiable so she had to control it. She silently whispered her word of dismissal and watched the beast slowly dissolve into a yellowish mist. The cord that tied its genitals dropped silently to the floor.

  “We did it Calli,” Jenny cried out in joy. She had the information she needed to find her child, and they were still safe.

  Callistra felt such a deep feeling of perverse joy inside, they had broken the demon’s will, made it beg, and gotten the information that they had been searching for. She wanted it to last longer, she wanted to make it beg for hours. Callistra shook off the lust she was feeling, and hugged Jenny in a deep embrace for what seemed like an eternity. Realizing it was getting late they cleaned up the summoning room in a hurry making sure to leave no signs of their actions.

  Something hit Callistra as she was putting away the last of the materials they used that day, and she turned to Jenny with a concerned look on her face. “Jenny, we did not think of everything.”

  “What do you mean Calli?” Jenny said as she placed the shackles back in their place. “We have the information we need. We’ll just tell the Professor and then we can make a plan to get Selene back.”

  “He will want to know where we found the information,” Callistra said as she wrinkled her brow knowing that was the hitch in their plan. “He will want to examine the tome we found the information in to see if he can glean more information from the book than our simple eyes can find.”

  “Damn Calli,” Jenny said as she threw her head back and knew Callistra was right. “We are so dead Calli.”

  “We just have to accept our fate Jenny,” Callistra said as she looked solemnly at her friend. “We did the wrong thing for the right reason.”

  “I know Calli, but do you think the Professor is going to be that understanding?” Jenny replied as a worried feeling sank into her.

  Callistra and jenny both jumped and turned sharply as a third voice entered the conversation.

  “No, I am not,” replied Professor Modian as he stepped from the shadow on the far side of the summoning room. His face stern and his deep purple eyes glared at the two girls. A throbbing pain followed the course of the scar on his face. He was angry enough to make the century old scar on his face ache and he hated it when his scar hurt. “I am incensed with what you have done here today.”

  Callistra stepped forward walking between Jenny and the Professor as she spoke. “I did it Professor, I was summoning the demon and Jenny walked in on me. She just wanted to protect me, and wanted to make sure that things did not get out of hand.”

  “Do not lie to me, I saw enough to know better,” the Professor said through gritted teeth. He was lying. He had not seen anything, he had just come across them cleaning up their mess and discerned they had summoned a demon to get information. “Tell me the truth. Tell me what you know, and I will be lenient when I consider your punishment for this betrayal.”

  Callistra almost buckled to his pressure, but she considered his words. If he was here to see them both getting pleasure from the demon then he would already know what the demon said to them. She could hear Jenny about to talk and she put her hand up as she interrupted Jenny. “I alone summoned the noble flayer. Jenny came in after and only safeguarded me.”

  Professor Modian narrowed his eyes knowing this was not the truth, but he admired her protecting her friend. Few bonds like that are made in life, but their punishment should be clarity. He would show them why there are rules and why he is angry, but only after he got the information from them. “Very well, tell me what the demon said to you.”

  “The noble flayer was a servant of The Lord of Bone,” Callistra said as she watched the Professor carefully. “He said that Prince Invictus is in the seventh infernal circle and residing in the citadel of skulls.”

  Even though he did not show it the Professor was impressed by the information, but the ends never justify the means. He must show them why they must obey his words especially in this matter. He calmed himself before speaking to them. “The information you have gathered is extremely useful and though I doubt your story, I do not doubt the information. I have one thing I wish to show you to reinforce why my rules need to be followed.”

  Callistra watched the Professor turn and start walking to the door out of the summoning room. She walked with Jenny only a step or two behind the Professor, and followed him through the mansion and into his private study that was on the first floor. Once inside he closed the door and locked it.

  “You tell no one of what I am about to show you,” the Professor said with a stony glare. “Do you understand and agree?”

  “Yes,” Callistra said with a wavering voice. She could see Jenny was only nodded with her head lowered and not making eye contact.

  The Professor bent down and slid his nimble fingers under the lavish embroidered carpet that covered a good portion of the floor in front of his desk and pulled it back. Callistra’s eyes widened when she seen there was a trapdoor under the carpet. She was not aware there was a cellar to t
he mansion, she had seen no other entrances to a cellar in any of the other first floor rooms.

  The Professor waved his hand over the trap door and it flipped open. He motioned with his hand toward the opening. “Where are my manners? After you.”

  Callistra cautiously walked toward the opening and could see an iron ladder leading down into the darkness, and she could hear low moaning coming from somewhere down inside. She watched the Professor snap his long inky black fingers and a glow instantly came from in the cellar entrance. She looked down and could see torches lit in ornate wall sconces. The walls and floor below looked to be of the same craftsmanship as the rest of the mansion, and it was only a short way down to the cellar floor. She climbed down, settled on the stone floor and then helped Jenny as she came down the ladder.

  Callistra turned and looked around, she was in a long corridor with iron doors every ten paces on the left, and on the right the first door was at five paces then every ten paces leaving the doors off set. The sounds of moans, chattering, and hushed words filled her ears and the smell of death and rot filled her nose.

  “What is this place Professor?” Jenny asked as she pinched her nose shut to try and keep the smell from invading her senses.

  “It is my hall of lost souls,” the Professor said as only the barest hint of sadness crept into his voice. “It is where I keep the things that were once people, but are now lost to the infernal corruption.”

  “Why are we here?” Callistra chimed in suddenly.

  “I want you to see what will happen if you continue on your course,” the Professor said sternly. As they walked along the hall and passed iron door after iron door. “You think you have it all under control, but so did they. Only the one that I am about to show you is a victim of their circumstance, the rest brought it upon themselves. I am to blame though, I should have seen it in them earlier and protected them. I will find the cure for them though, one exists out there and I will find it.”

  “What are you going to show us?” Jenny asked with a quavering voice, and fear slid into her mind, a fear of the unknown.

  The Professor walked ahead of them and motioned to follow as he stopped and stood by a large steel reinforced door. It looked thicker and sturdier than the others and had a view port in the middle of it. The Professor reached up and slid the metal cover of the viewport open.

  “Take a look inside,” the Professor said as he stepped away allowing them access to the view port.

  Callistra stepped up to the view port and looked inside. She felt her mouth drop open as she looked at the creature within. It was Megan, but she was not the Megan that they once knew. She was chained to the back wall of the room by her legs, wrists and neck like a rabid dog. She still had her short cropped raven black hair, and pretty delicately featured face that seemed to be at rest as she stood with her eyes closed. That is where the similarities ended with the Megan she knew though. The girl that stood before them had unearthly pale white skin that was littered with deep scars. Her unnaturally long arms came to hands that had long pointed fingers ending in long sharp claws. She was slim even a little malnourished looking, tiny pert breasts with blackened nipples sat firm on her chest, and led to an almost concaved abdomen, boyish hips, and slender spindly legs. Megan suddenly opened her eyes, and Callistra gasped at the blood red orbs that stared at her. Her face went from a pretty and serene young girl to a twisted sick demonic mask.

  “Calli, and Jenny I have missed you both so much,” Megan said in a deep hollow voice that was more creature than girl, and she cocked her head to one side. She scanned them with her unfeeling deep red eyes as if looking right into their souls. “I’m cold, come in and warm me Calli. Lick my pussy like you did before. Or maybe you would like to come in Professor. I saw you watching me with lust in your eyes. I’ll fuck you long and hard.”

  “I’m sorry Megan,” Callistra said her voice cracking with emotion as she felt tears well up in her eyes at the fact that she failed to save the girl. “I am so sorry I failed you.”

  “You did not fail me Calli. You and Jenny made me feel so good, and tutor Calin made me feel so good inside.” Megan said as she spread her legs and writhed against her chains. She let her black tongue slip between her dark black lips and roll out of her mouth. It slithered down between her breasts, along her flat stomach and between her legs.

  Callistra watched mesmerized as the moaning creature that was once her friend stood licking its own pussy with an impossibly long black tongue.

  “We will find a way to help you Megan,” Callistra said as tears ran down her cheeks. “I promise we will help you.”

  The creature retracted its tongue back into its mouth and its stare became deadly. Callistra could see Jenny in her peripheral and knew she was trying hard not to break down.

  “Help me? I don’t need your help! I am better than I ever was!” Megan screeched as she pulled her claws over her naked body raking deep wounds in her own flesh and long streams of blood flowed freely down her body. “I am… BETTER!”

  The Professor slammed the view port shut and started to usher them back down the hallway. They could hear Megan’s screams penetrating the walls and metal door as they walked quickly back to the ladder that led back into the Professor’s private study. They soon heard the other things in their cells as they began to react to Megan’s continued outburst. They quickly climbed out and into the Professor’s study.

  When the Professor shut the trap door all of the creature’s sounds were silenced. He turned to them and looked long and hard at them before speaking. “She is becoming a scourge, one of the lowest of the demonic minion. In time the corruption will overtake her and I will not be able to save her. Do you understand why I ask you to obey my rules? I do not want to see either of you ending up in my hall of lost souls.”

  “I am sorry Professor,” Callistra said earnestly as she better knew why the Professor was so hard on them sometimes. He was just looking out for their best interests. “It will not happen again.”

  “I promise as well,” Jenny said with a shaking voice. She was genuinely impacted by what she had seen downstairs. She had not known the true fate of Megan and this drove the message into her like an iron spike.

  Callistra stood uneasy as the Professor moved to the door and unlocked it. She felt extreme guilt as he exchanged long knowing glance with her as she walked past him. It was like he could see the dark desire inside of her.

  Callistra and Jenny went back to their room and retired for the evening. Jenny fell into a restless sleep and Callistra laid awake for most of the night thinking about the day. She was engrossed with the noble flayer demon, and Megan. The visions of the demon and Megan corrupted like she was haunted her, and she could not sleep until almost morning. When sleep did finally take her it was filled with dreams of demons performing depraved acts on her.

  The next few days were spent making preparations for their journey into the infernal realms. Jenny was rightfully preoccupied with the preparations, and the plans to get her daughter back. Callistra was a little lost, she was always mentally somewhere else. She did get everything that they went over and planned, but her mind always slipped back to the demon that they summoned and usurped the information from. It was torturous feeling the way she did inside, and it was taking its toll on her.

  Today was like all of the rest Jenny and the Professor went to a neighboring town to gather some more rare supplies needed for their journey, and Callistra was left to get their travel packs loaded and ready for their departure in the next few days. It would be at least a week travel by horse back to their first destination the Academy Arcanum Magium. It was the largest of the schools of magic and the Professor had an old friend that teaches there. They have agreed to open a portal to the infernal planes for them to continue their mission. It was also where they would meet the rest of their traveling companions. The Professor said that he had reassembled some of his former colleagues to assist in our mission to save Selene.

  Callistra went ab
out her chores finding items and packing them neatly into travel packs for their journey. It was a tedious task but it had to be done, and she truly did not mind, as it helped to keep her mind off of other things that had been hounding her thoughts. By mid-morning she was done with all of the packing, and checked her list twice to make sure everything was there. Once everything was packed she found she had nothing to do except think of the depraved thoughts of how she broke the demon’s will. She wanted to taste that again, she wanted to feel the exhilaration of breaking the demon again.

  Callistra began walking through the mansion, her mind was a blur with her lustful thoughts. She was blinded to all around her as she walked with purpose. She was breathing heavy and gasping when she walked into the room and shut the door behind her. She turned and looked heavily on the summoning circle in the middle of the room. She was drawn to here, she needed what only the infernal creatures could give her. She moved with haste preparing the summoning circle to bring one of them here. This was the last time she would do it, she just needed this one last time to get it out of her blood.

  She looked her work over checking the wards she had laid out and the sigils drawn in and out of the circle. Her work was flawless, summoning ran in her veins. She picked up her iron summoning focus and stepped up to the Summoners spot at the edge of the summoning circle. She had a split moment of indecision just before she began to hum in a low droning sound that immediately focused her thoughts. She reached out with her mind to the infernal planes searching for the object of her desire, and felt what she was looking for. She grasped it with her mind and started pulling it back to her. She pulled it easily across the planes, and felt it close to her. A thin doorway split the air and widened allowing a creature to drop through landing hard in the summoning circle.