She woke up. The first thing she noticed was she wasn't at home. The second thing was she didn't know where she was at all. Third, she wasn't wearing any clothes. And finally, she didn't have the slightest clue, what had happened, so that she now was naked in a place she didn't know.
Confused she looked around. As far as she could tell in the dim light, she seemed to be in a stone chamber without any hint to where it was located. Plain stonewalls, only interrupted by a window high above the ground, which didn't let her see anything more than the nightly sky, and a solid looking door. She was sitting on the floor of the room that seemed to have absolutely no furniture in it. She shivered. It was cold in this room, so she curled up to a small ball.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of footsteps. They seemed to come closer, and then stopped. After a moment, the door opened with a creak. Framed by the light outside, she could make out the silhouette of a man. The person looked large, at least two meters and had a sturdy build. She cowered back in the corner in fear.
"Oh, it seems my new slave has finally woken up." His voice was very deep and resounded in the room. "Then we'll immediately start with the training."
After closing the door, he took a few steps forward. When he was next to the window, he stopped for some reason. The moonlight shining inside revealed his body, which she had only seen as a silhouette before. It wasn't human! His skin was a deep red, his arms and legs were easily twice as thick as a human's, and he was even taller, than she had thought on the first look.
His face was the least human part of him. He had no nose at all, his eyes were pools of blackness, and when he opened his mouth, she could see, that he had fangs like a predator.
Furthermore, strangely convulsed black patterns seemed to crawl all across his skin. And between his legs hung, like a counterweight to the thick tail, which sprout from his back and draggled over the ground like a lizard's, the biggest cock, she had ever seen. It was at least half a meter long and as thick as her both fists together. Though it looked erect, the demon didn't seem to mind it, as though this was its natural state. She didn't even want to imagine the demoness that could take that thing inside her.
"Are you satisfied, my slave?" the demon asked, and she realized, that he deliberately had stopped, so she could have a good look at him.
"Now it's your turn, slave! Stand up, and let me have a good look at you!"
Out of fear, what he might do to her, if she didn't obey, she really tried to stand up, but her trembling feet couldn't support her own weight, and so she sank back to the ground and tried once again to make herself as small as possible in the corner.
The demon stepped closer and was now only few centimeters from her body. "First lesson: When I order, you follow, without me having to repeat myself!"
The he bend down and grabbed her on her wrists (both of them in his one hand), before he pulled her up. She hung there in his grip and when he straightened up himself again, her feet didn't even reach the ground. She grew limp, when she realized, she didn't had the slightest chance to escape his grip without even touching the ground. Then he carried her to the window and held her body into the moonlight.
She knew what he was seeing now. A approximately 20-year old woman, 1,70 meters tall, slim build, small but firm breasts, hazel colored hair (her shoulder length scalp as well as her public hair) and green eyes, at the moment filled with fear and fright.
"Nice", was the only comment he made. Then he threw her through the whole room against the wall!
"And that was for your disobedience", he declared.
With tears flowing down her cheeks, she finally managed to stutter: "W-Why are you do-doing this to me?"
"Looks, like my slave is able to talk after all..."
He once again stepped closer and stopped right in front of her. Then, without warning, he kicked her full force in the stomach!
From the pain she blacked out some seconds.
When she came to, he said:
"The only question a slave has to ask, is, what her masters wishes are! Do you understand?!"
As fast as she could she nodded, fearing more punishment, if she didn't.
"It seems you're beginning to understand. Then I'll ask you the most important question: Will you swear eternal obedience to me?"
She froze. Eternal obedience? To a demon? How could she do this? Even if he would torture her more, she couldn't; every fiber of her self protested against it. But even so, all that came out of her mouth was a weak "N... No..." almost to low to be heard. Then she quickly cowered down again, expecting his next attack.
Although the volume of her voice was almost inaudible, he still seemed to have heard it.
"How disappointing. But not unexpected. Then I'll have to..."
Instead of attacking her again, he took a few steps backwards, until he once again stood clearly visible in the moonlight. Then he started muttering something. Even though it was clearly a language, she couldn't understand even one single word. It wasn't only that she didn't know the language - she couldn't even recognize one single syllable, as if it were impossible for humans to reproduce the demonic language he used.
Strangely, nothing seemed to happen, except the lines on his body seemed to move even faster around... Then he finished and - still nothing happened. She was almost disappointed, even though she knew she wouldn't like what should have happened, whatever it was.
But the demon didn't look like something went wrong. He only looked at her with those black eyes of his, as if expecting something...
And then she suddenly felt something. Though it wasn't something she would have expected - it was a strange warmth within her body. The pain from the points, where the demon hit her, faded away, and she felt completely relaxed, as if she were at home and not naked in front of a demon, that wanted her to become his slave. What did the demon intend with this? Did he think, that she would agree to his crazy demand, if he made her feel comfortable? Even a demon couldn't think humans were this easy to trick...
But then from one moment to the other, the feeling in her body changed. Or rather, it intensified. About hundredfold! When she before felt a relaxing warmth, she now felt a heat, as if she was burning. Her whole body seemed to become a single blaze! She screamed! But not in agony - even though the sensation almost made her go insane, it didn't feel painful. It was only the extreme intensity that made her body bend on the ground as if she was going to die.
Finally, her convulsions stopped. Not because the feeling abated, or even got fully away, but because the initial shock subsided. Since the feeling itself wasn't bad, but only its intensity, she could bear it, after she had some time to adjust to it.
Now, that she wasn't overwhelmed by the feeling anymore, she could concentrate in what the feeling actually was. It wasn't just relaxation (although there had to be as well, since there was still that freaking demon in front of her, but she wasn't in fear as much as before!) but another thing as well, she couldn't identify in the first moments.
Then it struck her. She couldn't identify it, because it was too ridiculous to actually belief it. While being a captive by a demon that wanted her to become his slave and under the influence of some strange black magic, this was the last feeling she could imagine to strike her.
She felt horny!
She couldn't find the least reason, why she should feel this in her situation (or, why the demon's magic should make her feel this way, what seemed at least a bit more logic, even if not by much), and yet after she identified the sensation, there was no doubt about it.
Now that she knew what it was, that made her feel this way, her arousal seemed to increase more and more with every passing second. She was already panting heavy like after a long run, and sweat started to appear all over her body.
