Reign of the Demon Queen

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

I jumped out of my skin. I practically had a heart attack. Whipping my head around I saw Reyna standing right behind me, peering over my shoulder as she suddenly gripped my arm. Of course, my hammering heart thundered even harder at the identity of my accoster.

She must have followed me back here. Under cover of the running water she’d entered, closed the door (and taken the time to wedge one of those chairs under the knob I saw with an even more cataclysmic shock) and crept up behind me as I relieved myself. Now she took her time evaluating my manhood before smirking superiorly at me.

“Not bad, w*********h. Stupidly circumcised, but it’ll do until I’m done with it. Don’t tell me you mind me looking now – not after the way you’ve been staring at me all night. Tell me your name and age boy. And your ancestry. And don’t you dare put that thing away!”

Still monumentally stunned I stood there stammering with my crank hanging out as this gorgeous older woman I’d been lusting after since I first laid eyes on her used her hard grip on my arm to turn me about facing her.

“Speak!”

“I… I… I’m Gerald Tompkins and I’m twenty-two. My ancestors were German, Irish, Danish, and a few more. ” Somehow I dredged up the requisite courtesy. “And you?”

“My name is unpronounceable. I go by Reyna these days. And I have no ancestors or age.” A guttural if indefinable hint of accent in her voice lent an eerie credence to these outrageous claims. “No more questions now! Speak only when you’re ordered to, mutt!”

Contemptuously dictatorial, Reyna was arrogant allure and unbridled s****l aggression personified. She was female superiority and omnipotent authority embodied before me. Everything about her – appearance, outfit and attitude – appealed compulsorily to some innately submissive predisposition heretofore only suspected in my timid psyche. It was like I’d been waiting for such a dominant creature to claim me my entire life. Already lost, with a full moon leering into this gloomy room as midnight approached on All Hallows’ Eve I felt a superstitious shiver shudder through me. Still standing uncomfortably (if thrillingly) close, looming two inches taller in her biker’s boots this darkly desirable beauty scantily clad all in leather and steel scowled challengingly down at me as she blatantly invaded my personal space.

Nestled in the hollow of her throat a silver-and-sable Iron Cross hung from a black silk choker. Seen up close those glittering little pitchforks dangling from her earlobes were revealed to have just three tines each ending in keenly barbed points. These were not farmer’s tools but the tridents of a demon! As I watched entranced those unbelievably lush red lips parted right at the level of my eyes. A narrow, tapered tongue like that of a lizard slipped slowly out and over them, rendering them glistening wet before withdrawing. I was left looking at sharp incisors and big pointed canines gleaming whitely in the moonlight. The latter were longer than the former, bringing fleeting fancies of vampires to mind. But the breath that washed over me was scented not with blood but expensive Scotch whiskey. In a sultry tone belied by the predatory set of her posture and the hungry shine in her eyes this dreadfully sexy femme fatale interrogated me.

“Tell me, young Gerald, my mixed-breed child. Are you dressed all in white like an angel or a virgin bride because that’s what you are? Are you deliciously good and pure, inexperienced and innocent? Could you possibly be as tasty as you look to me?”

Not sure how to respond to this I hesitated a moment. But without even breaking eye contact Reyna’s finger found my p***s. Gently she stroked up and down its already swelling length. She used an exquisitely sharp nail to tickle the sensitive junction of nerves just below the questing tip. This part of me responded instinctively, swiftly stiffening into a painfully intense erection. I gasped uncontrollably. Then I foolishly followed my eager organ’s lead by telling this icon whatever she wanted to hear – which also happened to be the embarrassing truth.

“Yes ma’am,” I croaked shamefacedly, adopting the honorific automatically.

“You are a virgin, sweet and young and innocent, pure as the driven snow?”

“Yes ma’am,” I repeated with a pronounced quaver betraying my vulnerability.

“I thought so.” A satisfied smirk fleeted across her features, and I caught a brief gleam of red in her eyes – a reflection from off the indicator lights on the dryer no doubt. Then Reyna had my full attention again. “This is our lucky night, boy. They say opposites attract, and in this case they’re right. You see, I am the opposite of sweet and young and innocent. I am cruel and evil and ageless, and I was never a virgin. I do have a ravenous hunger for them however, and I intend to sate this on you right now. Get over here, my delectably angelic treat!”

I couldn’t credit any of this. Yet Reyna’s hand closed around my hard-on in an implacable grip. She pulled me by the p***s over to the remaining chair and yanked my open pants down to my ankles. Then she shoved my hobbled body roughly into the unforgiving seat.

Lively and vivacious in public Reyna continued to prove haughty, forceful, and pitilessly domineering one-on-one. To my newly confirmed submissiveness this made her utterly irresistible of course, especially when she put me into humiliating bondage.

Removing the chain from around her waist my beautiful black-clad captor pulled my arms around the back of the chair. She wrapped this redundantly about my wrists, so tightly that the links pinched me and bit painfully into my skin. Once she secured this somehow I was left in a hopelessly compromising position. I swallowed in a suddenly dry mouth.

What if someone tried to come in here, my boss for example? What if he noticed my prolonged absence and came to investigate? How long could a mere chair wedged under the doorknob keep him out of his own utility room? Still I was as helpless to protest as to escape, and was promptly made even more so. Displaying an unnerving strength in those muscular arms Reyna ripped my briefs apart and pulled them off my body, leaving me naked from the hips on down but for my socks, sneakers and those hobbling slacks. Separating the waistband from the remains she balled these up, crammed them into my mouth and tied them there with that elastic, gagging me with my own underwear.

“Keep silent, boy!” she snarled at me as I goggled meekly if suddenly avidly up at her. “No matter what extremes of agony and ecstasy you experience in the next few minutes you’d better not make a single sound! If anyone interrupts my feeding I will bite your pathetic c**k off and squash your balls like grapes!”

With this horrific warning delivered Reyna settled her SS cap more firmly onto her head. Then she crouched down to confront my threatened, unprecedentedly intense erection.

“Now, boy, you get to have your first s****l experience with a woman, yes?”

She looked up at me, and I nodded eagerly in response. My lust was overwhelming despite – or even because of – the beyond-bizarre circumstances. Reyna smoldered back at me in the dimness, the most beautiful, exciting and intimidating female imaginable.

“And in return I get to feed on you!” she breathed. “I shall imbibe all of your pain and fear, your wild arousal and excitement, and a precious first measure of your immortal soul along with every last squiggle of your long-hoarded seed. That doesn’t seem too high a price to pay for your first ever blowjob, does it, my naïve young feast?”

Here was another outrageous, unbelievable and yet sickeningly exciting claim to go with Reyna’s professions of evil and agelessness!

I couldn’t tell if this threat to my soul was meant as a metaphor, was some kind of wildly erotic mind game designed to liven up a fleeting carnal encounter or whether she was actually serious and truly believed these deranged things. Hell, what with the amount of beer I’d drunk, the haunting, full-moon-on-Halloween-midnight occasion, the gloom-drenched atmosphere of the room and Reyna’s deadly serious, downright creepy demeanor I was halfway to believing them myself. Though her back was now to the laundry machines I almost fancied I saw another gleam of red in her eyes. Perhaps like a lion or wolf – or other nocturnal carnivore – she had a beastly tapetum to go with those elongated canines.

Whatever the situation I didn’t hesitate. I was too bursting with fear-spiced lust, breathless suspense, virginal excitement and the unexpected but powerfully kinky thrill of being placed into bondage for the first time. Along with all the other heady emotions of the moment I also felt an amazed and prideful gratification that this incomparable being actually intended s*x with me. God I was so turned on! I didn’t even believe in the immortal soul and almost regretted this for the added fillip it would have provided. As if willingly inviting the mythical vampire in over the threshold forever I eagerly nodded my agreement. Reyna’s grin in response was inconceivably wicked, gloatingly triumphant, unspeakably greedy and smugly possessive all at once. Without further ado she turned her attention to my exposed and urgent genitals.

Unfortunately – or so I thought at first – she wasn’t kidding about the pain part.

Despite the dangers of interruption (especially to me) which added a further dose of exhilarating suspense to these proceedings Reyna took the time to engage in some truly agonizing foreplay before getting down to ‘feeding’. She seized my by-now perceptibly throbbing c**k in one hand and my balls in the other. Sinking red-lacquered fingernails as long and sharp as talons into the base of my scrotum she squeezed, pulled and twisted simultaneously.

A tsunami of excruciation was spawned in my already churning groin. At the same time Reyna bent my erection down against its natural inclination. She clinched it in her fist and began jacking it with all her might, applying the same unnatural strength she’d used to effortlessly rip up my briefs to brutalizing my s*x organs. Yet even as I choked on the gag in my mouth with the effort of suppressing a scream I responded to that savage jerking with an involuntary upward lurch of my hips. Even with nauseated agony roiling out from my balls I writhed in arousal at the pumping of my back-bent erection and reveled in the unsuspected but amazingly intense excitement that overcame me at being victimized by this supremely dominant female.

This was akin to what I felt at being humiliated and restrained by her but more arousing by far. Whole new worlds of experience were being opened to me, perceptual and emotional beyond the simply sensory and s****l. Agonized and exalted all at once I struggled with both my bonds and burgeoning perversion and squirmed like a worm on a fishhook for an interminable eternity as my genitalia were tortured. But at last Reyna took a different tack in attacking me.

Releasing my balls she seized my erection with both hands and twisted radically back and forth in opposite directions: Indian-burning the tender inflamed surface skin even as her crushing grip madly stimulated the bone-hard interior. After that she pinched and scratched that shaft with her cruelly sharp claws, nipped at the sensitive head with her incisors and then bit down hard on it with her long pointy canines even as she relentlessly squeezed a testicle apiece between her amazingly strong fingers and thumbs. Again I sweated and squirmed, streamed out tears and suffered even worse than before, trying desperately to hang on to my unprecedented arousal.

At this I failed despite the newly addictive submissive frisson that came with being victimized. An insanity of nauseated agony so suffused me for so long that I was almost at the point of screaming for help, of forgoing the promised ecstasy of s*x and risking the loss of both job and genitals if only it might end this horrific ordeal. At the outer limit of my endurance however Reyna’s craving for my pain was sated enough to be supplanted by her need to more substantially feed. She switched her grip on my balls from a crushing to a controlling one. Freeing her teeth from my deeply indented head she allowed my a-bit-wilted erection to pop back more or less upright. Her tongue snaked out, narrowing like an arrow and unbelievably long, and licked me from base to tip. Then Reyna made my night and life by dropping atop my drooping head and engulfing it with those Angelina Jolie-like lips.

Immediately I gasped again in renewed pain, in skyrocketing and mind-blowing arousal. Her mouth was so frightfully hot on me! Of course this was the first time ever I’d been inside anyone. I had no standard of comparison. But if the wet heat encasing me was anything like ninety-eight degrees then Sarah Palin was a member of Mensa. For an instant that searing pleasure-pain nudged the balance toward belief in my skeptical but susceptible mind. But then speculation fled as voracious Reyna went urgently to work.

Granted this was my first blowjob. But I was prepared to testify that it was the most incredibly expert and amazingly exciting one ever delivered. Within an instant my harder-than-ever hard-on was completely restored and I was being driven to apoplectic ecstasy.

Lips stretched in a stuffed-full oval and haughty cheeks hollowed by distension Reyna’s aristocratic face looked shockingly erotic as she serviced me. The unbearably hot mouth battened on it sucked at my appendage like an industrial vacuum hose, threatening to pull my glans right off the shaft. Meanwhile that coarse, impossibly adept reptilian tongue stroked and scoured, flickered and tickled and toyed with every little bit of that tender abused head. Slithering sinuously all around it repeatedly sought out the most sensitive spots to titillate. Thick lips gripping me possessively then my diabolical devourer bobbed metronomically up and down: effortlessly engulfing the entire abraded shaft in a rhythm that varied from the frantically rapid to the savoringly sedate at exactly the right moments.

It was as though Reyna was reading my mind (or more likely every fluctuation in my reactions) in order to maximize my rampant arousal. And of course she proved just as prescient in delivering spectacular levels of intensely intimate agony: always administering the precise amounts in the exact intervals necessary to spike my perversely thrilling sense of victimhood to even more addictive levels. Grinding the root brutally between her fingers and deliberately scraping the sensitive head over and over again with her carnivore’s teeth she didn’t neglect to further torment my testicles either. From constantly fondling and massaging these she repeatedly squeezed and twisted them just as brutally as before. Yet now her pressure was carefully calibrated so that the recurrent waves of pain that washed over me enhanced rather than detracted from the unparalleled intensity of my passion. And Reyna’s own maddened reactions infectiously fed that ever-growing frenzy as well.

She might have been a Minotaur the way she panted explosively through her nose. Grunting with an animalistic hunger as she impaled herself she attacked my rigid organ so devotedly that excess slaver ran continuously from the connection between us. This slickened my c**k so much that despite the implacable grip of her wonderfully lush lips I slipped between them with only enough friction to drive me utterly out of my mind. As I rapidly approached the point of crisis my devourer clearly sensed this as well. She redoubled her efforts, an eager whine escaping her as she anticipated the culmination of her undoubtedly sumptuous feast. This irrepressible indication of animal enjoyment proved the undoing of me. Breaking Reyna’s edict without a thought for what it might cost me I cried out into my gag even as I jerked spasmodically in my bonds. Milliseconds later I erupted in her mouth. Then as incredible and unprecedented as my manipulation had been, my apotheosis easily surpassed it.

Shamelessly gluttonous, Reyna demonstrated an intuitive aptitude (or perhaps it was endless millennia of experience) for miraculously prolonging the male orgasm. Continuing to bob frantically on me even as she sucked harder than ever, she crushed my pulped balls with a steadily increasing pressure as though squashing out every last bit of juice from a pair of prize-winning fruits. Yet once again she somehow kept this exquisitely stimulating excruciation from crossing the line into lust-sapping nausea. I could even sense her hand was growing hotter: as hot as her hovering mouth as she relentlessly squeezed me out. This voracious virtuoso seemed to be directing all of her arcane arts and energies toward comprehensively draining those overworked gonads of every last squiggly cell, just as she’d promised.

And I was being drained. My laboring prick pumped and pumped unstoppably, spurting out endless amounts of sperm into that ravenously sucking maw. How long this continued I can’t even estimate, though undoubtedly I enjoyed the most unbelievably sustained ejaculation ever as my galvanized nervous system convulsed with continuous activity. Bloody hell, how long could I possibly keep coming? And when would Reyna ever be satisfied?

If every woman in the world could perform such outrageous feats every man alive would be reduced to the same kind of hopelessly addicted plaything as I already was. And the drug metaphor was apt. By the time my pumping and paroxysms had at last slowed and petered out, and insatiable Reyna finished as she’d swore she would by cruelly squeezing my p***s from the bottom on up to force every last drop into her mouth I felt as weak and wrung-out as a dissolute coming off a binge.

Strangely swimmy-headed and debilitated, as though I’d just donated a liter of blood rather than a few tablespoons of semen I slumped panting and quivering all over as Reyna at last let my utterly emptied organ flop down out of her mouth. Even if unbound I couldn’t have risen from my place for a house fire, an earthquake, or the second coming of Christ. It was all I could do to meet the red-glinting gaze of my devourer, who was smacking her lips with the smug satisfaction of a cat that had got all the cream in the factory. Sated at last (if only temporarily) she was generously indulgent as she admonished me.

“I told you not to make a sound, slave. Clearly I need to take you home to consume the rest of you properly.”

Accepting this degrading new appellation with a fresh stirring of submissive frisson I took a minute to process this even more astounding new proposition. Reading my delay as hesitancy again Reyna stroked my exhausted p***s with a finger like before and elaborated.

“This is a costume party, of course. So you know that I’m not really a biker – though I do ride a Harley on occasion. What I really am is a witch – that and so much more. And I’ve found you to be the ideal prey for me. Your seed and your soul, your lust and your terror and pain were all even more delicious than I ever imagined they could be: pure and rich with unselfconscious goodness and strong with unsullied young life! Already I am far more powerful for having ingested them. Your soul has a sweetness and vitality I haven’t enjoyed in centuries. I simply must have more of you, all that you have to give in fact – but not here.

“I must devour you in the privacy of my dungeon. There you can scream to the uncaring heavens all you like without alerting the earthly authorities. There I can make you ejaculate over and over again, a half dozen times in one night if I like.

“Did you think that was an exceptional orgasm, slave? That was but the least of what I can do for you both sexually and otherwise. I can take your miserable virginity from you in a way that you will remember far beyond your dying day. I can introduce you to shameful carnal pleasures you’d never have considered otherwise, my poor inhibited boy. And along the way I can imbibe your unblemished soul sip by delicious sip until you are bound to me for all eternity. Your terror and lust, agony and ecstasy will know no mortal bounds with me. You will sacrifice everything but your corporeal existence to my devouring lust and be limitlessly grateful to do so. All I need is your freely given willingness and we can begin.”

Goggling with amazement at this gothic speech I was once again struck by two enormously consequential things.

First, either Reyna was the most accomplished actress I’d ever met playing the most excitingly erotic Halloween game imaginable or she was some kind of nut who truly believed all these impossible things. My amazing orgasm notwithstanding, in its wake rationality was slowly reasserting itself. This was one hell of a hot and sexually adept older woman, no question about it. But she was no more an ageless supernatural being than I was. Second, as pitilessly (and excitingly) domineering as she was, she truly seemed to need my agreement to proceed in each successive step of our budding, ridiculously improbable relationship.

If things got too heavy for me I could always back out regardless of how crazy Reyna turned out to be. This was the real world after all. In the meantime was I going to turn my virgin back on the most spectacularly sexy, thrillingly dominant woman in the world, right when she’d unearthed shockingly perverse (and staggeringly gratifying) needs in me – needs that she’d just proved capable of satisfying beyond all understanding? Just because she seemed a little loopy? Not in this unbearably lonely lifetime! Thrillingly elaborate game or exploitable delusion, I was more than happy to enter into this with Reyna if I could only see that stunning body naked, enjoy more such exhilarating thrills (and stupendous orgasms) and actually even get laid a bunch of times in the process. Jesus water-walking Christ, where did I have to sign?

Tickling my sore p***s and fondling my even sorer balls again, Mistress Reyna favored me with an infinitely sly and seductive smile that exposed those strangely elongated canines more fully than ever and put the question to me directly.

“What’s it going to be, slave? Are you going to experience all the insane satiations and terrifying tribulations of your own personal hell with me? Or am I going to walk out of your life forever and leave you bound and gagged here? I’m sure the owner of the house will eventually find you and return you to your insufferably stultifying banality then.”

I’d like to say that I at least hesitated; that I responded against my better judgment, under duress or in dire fear for my job. But this was the witching hour on All Hallows’ Eve. There was a hugely full moon consecrating our symbiotic union. Failing to take this demonic entity seriously, disregarding her every freely given warning I eagerly acquiesced to the damnation awaiting me. I nodded without even thinking about it.

“What’s that? You want to come home to my dungeon?”

Again I vigorously nodded assent. And everything followed inexorably from that.