Lindsay felt the shiver run down her spine as she stood in her office, tightly wrapped in latex. She took a step back and steadied herself against her desk as the lights dimmed and the air crackled with power.
It was time… time to pay the piper as they said.
She’d made the deal with the demon a year ago… power, fame, wealth would be her’s all in exchange for something that seemed so trivial at the time, her soul.
She’d been working at a law firm at the time, just a paralegal, but still, she had thought she’d covered the big stuff in the deal, oh how wrong she’d been.
Instead of becoming a partner in the firm, she’d gotten the power and wealth she sought in a completely different way.
She’d quit the firm and started an exotic clothing business, with herself as the main model. Latex dresses, bdsm attire, petplay, you name it, she had modeled it in the last year for the website and ads.
She’d become wealth and famous, just as the demon had promised her.
“It is time.” the demonic voice growled from behind her and she stood up straight as a board and quickly turned towards the demon.
He was just as she remembered him, muscular, tall, and impossibly handsome.
“Wait… I want to renegotiate…” she started to say but her mouth suddenly clapped shut and she felt her world shift around her until only blackness remained.
Lindsay knelt on the floor, she could still feel the heat from the mark of the demon on her lower back that he had branded her with all those decades ago. It always flared up when the demon reshaped her.
“So, will this suffice?” the demon asked the latest to man to want to deal with him.
The man’s wicked smile and hunger in his eyes said more than any words could.
Somewhere, deep inside of her, she wanted to speak up and tell the man to say no, to run away, that no deal with the demon would end in his favour, just as her’s had not.
She’d spent decades being twisted into whatever form the demon required. Sometimes, like this time, little more than a blow up sex doll. The weight of her tits, the roundness of her ass, the fullness of her lips, all marking her as a fake plastic play thing for its owner.
“And… and… she’ll like it?” the man half stuttered as he continued to stare at her tits.
“Of course. Slap those tits as hard as you like, pound her ass with a steal rod, fuck her face until she passes out… she’ll thank you for it and beg for more.” the demon replied.
“And… and all I have to do is sign here?” the man asked, pointing to the bottom of the document that the demon had placed on his desk.
The demon nodded, the man hesitated for a moment, then pickup up a pen and signed.
The demon smiled, picked up the contract and rolled it up, placing it in the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
“Very good. She’s all yours. I’ll be back in a year to collect my payment.” the demon said and then vanished in a puff of smoke.
The man stood up, walked around his desk, and in front of Lindsay.
He grinned down at her for a moment, then a look of panic crossed his face, “Shit! I should have had the demon put some clothes on you, how am I gonna get you out of the office?”
Inwardly Lindsay rolled her eyes, he was even stupider than she thought.
Outwardly she looked up at him and smiled, “Master, do not worry, I will walk naked wherever you tell me to. To your car, out of the building, down the street, or all the way to wherever you call home.”
He blinked several times, then his smile returned, “Good.” was his reply before he dropped his pants and then starting to fucking her face for what she could only assume would be the first of many times over the next twelve months.
