A Loyal Untrustworthy Demon: Part 02

Sarah Paled. She’d signed a contract with a demon. A Succubus.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going to take your soul.” Mizoth laughed. “Provided you keep your end of the bargain.”

“M-my end?” Sarah shivered. “What do I have to do. What deal did I make?”

“Simple. I obey you and do whatever you want. Within reason.” Mizoth shrugged. “In return. You provide me with energy.”

“Energy?”

“Yep.” Mizoth lifted her head slightly and blew. A puff of sparkling white energy flowed from her mouth like smoke. After a moment she inhaled drawing it back into her mouth. “Energy. Soul energy.”

Sarah clutched her chest. “You’re going to… drain my soul…”

“No.” Mizoth shook her head. “I’m not like those other sluts. I only take the fragments your soul gives off naturally when you experience intense emotion. Namely pleasure.”

Intense pleasure? Sarah vaguely remembered last night. “You mean, last night was… real?”

Mizoth smiled. “Yep.”

Sarah suddenly felt dirty. Incredibly dirty. But something clicked. “But… you said I shouldn’t dissolve the contract? Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because, you’ve employed me for a decade.”

“What?!”

“Yep, you weren’t sure if you wanted me, so you went with the smallest amount of time. With the option to extend the contract after five years.” Mizoth laughed.

Sarah rubbed her eyes. “This…” She couldn’t believe she could be so stupid. “Why would I sign a contract with a Demon?”

Mizoth laughed. “Because I can make you experience pleasure beyond the realm of mortals.” She held up a hand. Her finger tips glowed bright yellow. “I’m not surprised you don’t remember.”

Seeing those fingers, Sarah’s pussy quivered making her moan. For some reasons she really wanted to feel those fingers between her legs. After a few moments the fingers stopped glowing making Sarah groaned in disappointment despite herself. Composing herself she stood straighter. “But you haven’t said why I can break the contract.”

Mizoth rolled her eyes sighing. “Because, you’ve promised to provide me with a decade worth of Soul Energy. To break the contract without providing said amount, I’d milk you of the remaining amount plus fifty percent extra for contract termination penalties. And trust me, once I’d milked you of it. You wouldn’t be capable of returning to your old life.”

Sarah stared blankly at the Demon, her heart sinking. “That means…”

“Unless you want to become my fuck toy, I’m yours for a decade.” Mizoth smiled.

Sarah looked away. She couldn’t believe it. But she had no choice, even if she didn’t want it to be true. Every word Mizoth just spoke felt like the truth.

“Unless…” Mizoth continued.

Sarah snapped back. “Unless?” she asked, but her high spirits dulled seeing a certain glee in the Demon’s eyes.

“You can break the contract, if you can provide me the decades worth of Soul Energy. By other means…”

Sarah squinted at Mizoth. “Other means?” she didn’t like where this was going.

Mizoth shrugged. “Like… oh I don’t know… if you… lured? Offered? Brought me, another to milk… I would take the amount from them and not you.”

Sarah snarled. “I’m not about to give you another soul to save myself.”

Mizoth shrugged. “I wouldn’t expect you to. But…” she smiled, then frowned. “Never mind.”

Sarah snorted. “Out with it.”

“Oh, it’s nothing… ok it’s a little thing… ok not so little…”

“Got on with it!” Sarah snapped.

Mizoth grinned. “See, you say you won’t give me a toy to play with. But have you considered how I get the energy from you?”
Sarah’s face went bright red. “Yep. I need to fuck it out of you. And considering the amount needed… by my calculations, I’d have to do it… three times a week from now on.”

Sarah paled.

“And considering your soul isn’t all that strong… its more then possible that you’ll give out long before a decade.” Mizoth grinned. “Long before.”

Sarah could see it now. “So that is your scheme. You make a deal you know I can’t go through with to get more souls.”

Mizoth laughed. “Yep! Ain’t capitalism grand.”

Sarah shook her head.

“If it makes you feel better, my being here is a great boon to you.”

Sarah pushed past the demon to sit down. She needed time.

“Yeah see, if you give me a few people I can enhance your mind and body.”

Sarah rubbed her eyes her mind reeling.

“For instance, I can make you… smarter… more charismatic… promotional material…”

Sarah snarled looking up. “I’m not going to… promotional material?”

Mizoth smiled plopping down next to her on the couch. “Yep. A bit smarter, a bit more charisma. A bit more out front and your managers are going to eat you up.”

Sarah looked at the Demon for a few moments. “No, no! I’m not going to…”

“What’s the problem? If you give me a few people. Not only will they thank you for the wonderful time. But the more you give me, the less I need to take from each one. Give me enough, not only will they pay you for the chance. But the damage to their souls, which are immutable by the way, will be so small they’ll never notice. All the while, you reap the benefits.”

Sarah swallowed. But still shook her head. “No… its wrong. I’d never.”

Mizoth put up her hands. “I’m your slave, it’s entirely up to you.” After a moment she lent in. “But… isn’t there… someone you’d like to see… knocked down a notch or two? I’m not going to kill them so don’t worry about that. Moreover, its not what your doing is against the law.”

Sarah frowned. “It’s an afront to nature! You’re a Demon.”

Mizoth laughed. “So? Demons are natural. Seriously, you think the other sides doesn’t get benefits?”

“Other side?”

“Praying does work you know. Though with so many people doing it, the effect are incredibly diluted. If you think about it, if Angles can grant wishes. Why can’t Demons? All’s fair and what not.”

Sarah looked at the Demon, her concerns wavering. “But…”

“Listen, you don’t have to decide right now. Hell, if you want to test it out, then stop. It’s entirely up to you.”

“Unless you drain me first.” Sarah eyed Mizoth.

“True. But by then you’d be in a coma and I’d be free so…” she shrugged. “And before you think about it, no being drained into a coma is a very bad idea.”

Sarah sighed.

“In any case. You should drink up Mistress you’ll be late to work.” Mizoth passed her the mug of steaming coffee.

Sarah looked form it to Mizoth. Then back to the mug. She hated Mizoth so much, but she couldn’t ignore what she said. She hated herself for even considering it, but if she didn’t, she’d die. Slowly, Sarah reached out taking the mug. “I… need time to digest this…”

“Why its only coffee?” Mizoth said, giving Sarah a devious smile. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be right hear when you need me.” Mizoth burst into flames once again in rapid succession appearing with the plate of food and a knife and fork. “Eat up Mistress.” She said before vanishing it a puff.

Sarah looked at the food. Why does it feel like she’s in charge? With a sigh she brought the coffee to her lips. How’d it come to this?