The weeks pass by. The Devil sends me out to seduce a few more hires. I try and sabotage them, putting Vaseline on the cameras or turning the lights too low. Until Aeden points out this is making his attempts to get me and others out from under The Devil's thumb that much more difficult. I am not to draw negative attention to myself.
It turns out okay, since The Devil decides not to pursue any of these hires. I doubt it keeps him from keeping the tapes, just in case he needs to blackmail them in the future.
I entertain more of The Devils friends, but none are memorable. Most are just happy to be seduced by a "Beautiful" women. If only they can see the inside, The Devil has turned me into someone I don't recognize emotionally. It is most definitely not beautiful.
Tonight, I have different instructions. I am to dress in a sheer, short, black robe. I am to wear nothing else, not even shoes. I am supposed to be at the door of the dining room promptly at 5:30. I am to keep my eyes down, not make eye contact, I hope this means there will only be one dinner guest.
I show up 15 minutes early and stand outside the room. I hope to get snippets of conversation, so I know what the goal of this seduction is.
No luck, they are talking softly and security must let The Devil know I am early, he calls me in.
I walk just inside the door, a relaxed stance with my head lowered a little so I can look down.
"Come Pet, sit at my feet." A male voice says.
Based on where the sound comes from, I am guessing he is to the left of The Devil.
Sit at his feet? I instinctively bite my lower lip. I don't take this as a good sign.
I walk over to the table, and arrange myself gracefully at the stranger's feet. I sit knees bent, feet tucked under my bottom.
The stranger pats my head and gives me a glass of white wine.
"For being a good pet and coming early." He tells me. "Now sit quietly while master talks to Mr. Diabhal. I will feed you by hand when I feel you need it."
This is not going to be a fun night. Food comes down occasionally, from hands I do not recognize. I make sure to lick and suck the fingers as they feed me. This must be considered a good thing, because the only thing that he lets me have consistently is wine. I try not to drink too much, this night is going to be challenging enough.
Finally dinner is over. The man stands, as Mr. Diabhal tells me to use the blue room. I get up, still keeping my eyes lowered, all I notice is the man is short and dark. I lead him to the blue room. As soon as I step in the room, he grabs my hair and forces me on my knees. He is pulling my hair hard, as he kicks the door shut and pulls his cock out.
He shoves his cock in my mouth, and uses the pulling hair hard method too face fuck me. Tears are running down my face already, and he has not even made me gag yet. I look up at him, and he instantly slaps my face.
I can taste blood, and can feel a trickle come out of my mouth. The blood must turn him on, because he stiffens and cums in my mouth. Even when he is done, he keeps pushing his cock deeper. I struggle, I can't breathe and I am gagging now. He keeps it up, until I am about to throw up. He drags me to the trash can, and forces my head over it while I throw up.
"Go brush your teeth pet. Keep the door open so I can see you at all times." He tells me.
What the heck has Mr. Diabhal gotten me into? I do as instructed, he keeps his back to me; I can't see what he is doing. Oh my, he is getting ready to tie me up. How do I warn security something appears to be off? I have no way, this is probably why he wanted to be able to see me while I brushed my teeth.
I frantically look around the room, can I reach the emergency button? It is on the other side of a huge tub. He grabs my hair from behind.
I start to scream "no", but am cut off by a hand over my mouth. His movements are so fast, I don't have time to think before he is throwing me on the bed. A gag is stuffed in my mouth, and I am quickly bound spread eagle. I am still crying. I am hoping somebody broke security protocol and is watching even though he is Mr. Diabhal's friend.
He brings out some tightening nipple clamps. He places them on my nipples, then proceeds to tighten them as much as possible. I start screaming half way through, but almost nothing comes through the gag. I lay there in agony, at least my nipples should go numb soon.
