I Was Called A Demon

Yang Moshi hadn’t been expecting much of the residences they’d be given, but each one was more impressive than any home she’d ever had in Rong Village. A bedroom, living room and kitchen, as well as a small, dark storage room for any belongings she might end up with… as far as she could tell, there weren’t any arrays to keep things cold or to preserve them for longer than usual, but that was hardly an issue.

Such things were a luxury that Rong Village had only been able to afford for a single chamber, where all the fish was kept to prevent it from going off too soon. Outside of that, she had only ever heard of greater arrays, so she felt no strong need for more than she got…

Well, if anything, she was too distracted by other things to even begin to long for greater comforts. Her thoughts remained on the Sect Mistress and the blacksmith, on the tantalising thought of seeing their naked forms and, perhaps, being in between them as they stuff her mouth and ass with their huge, throbbing cocks-

“Yang Moshi, was it?” the voice of the Dancer shook her out of her stupor, and nearly made her cover up her groin before she realised that, wet as she might be, it wouldn’t be enough to seep through all her clothing.

“Y-Yes, Elder?”

“Feel free to just call me Yu Juan, the title of ‘Elder’ just feels strange… regardless, I had watched to check in on you. I had noticed that you were… absent-minded during our walk. If it’s something I can assist with, I would love to help,” she said, coming up close, the glow behind her blindfold seeming to look directly at her.

“… It’s… I’m just shaken after our village had been… you know.”

“If that is truly all, then I can only recommend giving it some time… but I sense that it is not the full truth.”

Yang Moshi averted her eyes, shyly, but didn’t say anything.

“Perhaps it’s due to my past work, but I do recognise a woman that’s enamoured with another, filled with… if I may, arousal.”

It made her blush, her cheeks practically ablaze. One part of her insisted that she should never admit it, but the other… was rather tempted. Considering the Dancer’s apparent experience, and the ease with which she figured out her issue, this was the best chance she had to open up to someone and reveal the truth she had been holding back for years…

But in the end, she just couldn’t force the words out.

“I-It’s nothing.”

“… If you ever feel comfortable enough with me to reveal it, then do not hesitate to seek me out. Rest assured, I will not judge you, nor will I share this information with anyone unless you wish me to,” the Dancer took a step back, “Though, I should warn you, if this secret is something… outwardly obvious, the Sect Mistress will find out.”

“… Okay, I’ll… keep that in mind,” she confirmed, unable to lift her eyes from the floor until she felt that she was alone, and then some.

The last thing she heard made her worry, as she had been planning to touch herself when she got the time… and perhaps she still would. The Sect Mistress couldn’t have her eyes on everyone constantly, right?

Regardless, she withdrew into the bedroom, sitting down on the bed and, after a moment, letting herself fall back onto it. The mattress was hard, barely enough to cushion her fall, but even that was better than the days of sprinting from lustful, crazed maniacs – enough that she could fall asleep, right then and there.

She didn’t want to do that just yet, but she did let her eyes shut, just to rest them for a moment… just a single moment…

“Show me, slut. How far has your training progressed?” the stern voice of the Sect Mistress instantly brought her to her knees.

Her face, down on the cold wooden floor, while her ass was raised, her hands reaching back to grasp her ass cheeks and spread them out for the Mistress’ inspection.

“I-I’ve been practising every day, Mistress…”

She suddenly felt a finger press against her asshole, easily sliding in thanks to her extensive practise. At this point, she’d loosened herself enough that even three fingers wasn’t a problem, and yet, as the Sect Mistress pushed her digit all the way in, she frowned.

“Is this all you’ve managed in this time? You really need me to show you how it’s done, don’t you, slut?” her stern voice was followed up by a smack on her ass, first one side then the other.

Each one hurt, and yet the pleasure from being spanked was significantly greater, not only exceeding the pain, but also transforming it… the lingering sting became pleasurable, almost more so than Bianca’s finger in her ass.

Still, it couldn’t compare to the sudden feeling of something heavy slapping down on her rear, right between her ass cheeks, a hot and heavy length that throbbed and pulsed with each beat of the Mistress’ heart. It was so large that even at its hardest, the massive shaft was still slightly soft, drooping down and resting on Yang Moshi’s back. It was so huge that despite Bianca standing a short distance from her, it still reached across most of her back, nearly touching the back of her head.

It was blazing hot, and the smell… it was musky and potent, radiating sheer virility and overwhelming her senses in an instant. Everything around her blurred out of focus, and only that vast rod upon her back meant anything. The sweaty, veiny, throbbing cock that dripped precum onto her skin, the sweat from it rubbing off on her.

When Bianca lifted it up, it left behind a sweaty coating on her skin, all the precum coating her neck, and it made for quite the mess.

“Get ready, I’m going to reshape your guts until your insides match the shape of my dick!” the Mistress said as she took a step back, pressing the huge cockhead up against her comparatively tight pucker.

For a moment, she was unsure how something so massive could ever fit inside her – the cock was almost as thick as her thigh, a colossal slab of meat that would split her in two – but any hesitation faded as it pressed against her tight entrance. The hot, precum-coated cockhead felt divine as it slowly pushed in, slowly forcing her asshole open wider and wider, feeling like it exceeded any sane physical capacity by a vast margin long before it was in.

And yet, it felt fantastic. It didn’t hurt even a little, instead being outright ecstatic as every point of her gaping ring could perceive the throbbing of the Sect Mistress’ dick, the intense heat of it, the way precum practically poured into her guts already… and then, with her body at the brink of breaking, the head finally popped in past the ring of muscle, nearly half of the colossal head sliding in at once.

She went from feeling stretched, to feeling absolutely full – even that ‘small’ amount was enough to completely fill up her rear, leaving Bianca at the threshold to a deeper part of her body, her guts. This intrusion forced all the air out of her lungs, and before she could so much as take a breath, she felt her Mistress slap her ass again, even harder this time.

“Ah!” a moan escaped her lips, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head as pleasure overwhelmed her.

“That’s right, slut, moan for me!” Bianca spanked her again, forcing a little more of her massive cock inside, “You’re nothing but my cock-pocket, understand? Your ass is meant only for me to get off, to empty my cum inside!”

Each word, each slight push, was ecstatic, incredible, absolutely life-changing. There was no chance she’d ever forget this sensation, the way her insides were slowly forced open and rearranged, the way she was treated just like some toy to be used and abused… her pussy was soaked, arousal dripping from it, speaking far louder than her words – with her breath stolen away with every motion of Bianca’s dick, only faint moans and gasps escaped her lips.

Her sensitive insides could feel every vein on the tremendous rod, and each time it pulsed with the Mistress’ heart, it felt like it grew just a little more, stretching out her ass-pussy with each powerful throb.

Her mind was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, each sensation practically melting her poor little brain, leaving her limbs limp, head filled with nothing but thoughts of pleasure and obedience…

“… and so, Mistress, I think she may have a crush on you,” the Dancer kneeled before Bianca, who still sat on her pet’s face, and did so nonchalantly, as though Song Ming was no different to any other chair.

Of course, with the wet licking sounds that managed to escape the confines of Bianca’s huge ass, it was obvious that her girlfriend wasn’t exactly sleeping back there.

“I guess that explains the dream she’s having… knowing that I’m the material for someone’s wet dream is quite fun,” the Sect Mistress muttered, her gaze seeming unfocused as her spiritual perception was viewing the scene at Yang Moshi’s residence, “Did she give away any specifics, or do I just happen to be her type?”

“I’m not confident in that respect, I’m afraid, Mistress,” the Dancer lowered her head, “Though, if I’m not mistaken, her eyes were typically affixed on… your lower half.”

“My feet?”

“No, Mistress, I… I had assumed you’d understand. I think she showed an interest in your cock,” the Dancer raised her head, the glow within her eyes intensifying for a moment, “I can’t blame her, it’s… amazing.”

“Uh… thank you. To motivate me to do better in my cultivation, though, I’ve been encouraged to abstain from using it for a while.”

“Was it that fox bitch?” her demeanour suddenly shifted, looking almost ready to stab the aforementioned bitch.

“Yes, it was her… but she’s right. You can tell that my energy isn’t quite… right, can’t you? That my core is weak, my energy is barely at the level of the fourth realm… I’m not even certain if I’m actually fully in the fourth realm, since I’ve got no clue how that sort of thing works.”

“It… yes, Mistress, your energy doesn’t quite match what I’d expect… I understand, Mistress. Just remember, that cunt has no control over you. If you find a better way, or no longer require such incentive, you can tell her to fuck off.”

“I do that daily, even without any particular reason… but I’m glad you’re so supportive of me, cutie. If you’d like to help out a little, show me your tits,” Bianca instructed, and the Dancer obeyed in an instant.

She pulled down her dress to expose her shoulders and boobs, which were bare and exposed, with no bra or any other covering present. The Dancer’s tits were large and perky, they had this wonderful spring to them when Yu Juan freed them from their cloth confines – though the sheer physical appeal was nothing compared to the readiness with which she did so. Like the obedient good girl that she was, she did as she was told, obeying her Mistress’ command without question or doubt, and that was all that Bianca could want.

Even her murderous urges targeted at the kitsune weren’t an issue in comparison to that level of service… something she wished all the women in the sect would have.

If only the kitsune and the other disobedient sluts would just submit to her, served her, needed her…

‘Fuck, what am I thinking? That’s not only kinda fucked up – as if it’s only that bad, but whatever – but it’s also making this cage feel awfully tight, more than ever. If not for it being on, I think I would’ve been at full mast, my cock standing tall and proud, tempting the Dancer into sucking it like her mental self was…’ Bianca averted her eyes from the Dancer’s tits for a moment, helping move her thoughts away to… just about anything else, really.

“Mistress?”

“Just needed some eye-candy, cutie. Ensure that our disciples are… comfortable, and that Yang Moshi is helped in her fantasies. I liked the look of her, and I can’t wait to see her on her knees in front of me… wait, is she… huh, never mind, I have a different idea.”

“What are you seeing, Mistress?”

“She’s touching her ass in her sleep, nearly outright fingering herself… I like her. Next time you come over, you should leave a small plug for her,” Bianca pulled out the smallest plug she had in her collection, tossing it over to Yu Juan, “I have a feeling she’ll be wearing it before too long, as good girls should.”

“Mistress… I’ve been wearing one too, actually. Would you like to see?” the Dancer wiggled her butt, a teasing smile gracing her lips.

“Sure, cutie – and once my temporary chastity is done, then I’m fucking your ass, so be sure to train it well.”

The Dancer flipped around, fully pulling off her clothes and showing her rear to Bianca. Her fat ass couldn’t hide the glistening jewel-like base, nestled in between her cheeks, filling her up well. From the outside, it was hard to tell just how large it was, but honestly, Bianca didn’t care too much about the specific size – just seeing a butt plug in a slut was fun enough, though she wouldn’t complain if it turned out that she was using an especially large one.

With the way her cock kept growing, she was quite sure she wouldn’t have an easy time using a woman’s asshole unless it was well trained. Rather, she’d make do, but she was sure that nobody but the most masochistic of sluts would ever appreciate being split in two like that.

“Are you wondering how large it is, Mistress?”

“No, but now that you bring it up…”

“Let’s just say it’s bigger than you were last time, Mistress…” Yu Juan looked back over her shoulder alluringly, her lashes fluttering, “I’ll be prepared for you no matter how big you get… and the bigger, the better. I love the way it feels to be this full…”

Bianca almost felt as though her cock would burst out of the metal cage at any moment, and if it had, she would definitely have just charged forward and dicked down the Dancer until her aching balls were completely drained. Unfortunately, the blacksmith’s creation was quite sturdy, and so she remained caged and chaste.

“Alright, enough with the teasing, poor Song Ming will feel left out at this rate,” Bianca said, “Anyway, I expect you to take good care of all the new additions to our sect. Train them well, mould them into the perfect… hm, up to you, really, but I’m sure you know what I’m looking for.”

“Of course, Mistress, I will do my best!” the Dancer turned back around – incredibly reluctantly, by the looks of it – and put her clothes back on, as slowly as she could, “Though, Sect Mistress, you may wish to check on your girlfriend, I’m not sure she’s able to breathe while you are sitting on her.”

Bianca hurriedly stood up just enough to give Song Mign a little room to breathe, and while she found her inhaling more deeply, she also realised her pet had been breathing all along, just barely through her nose.

“Hah… Mistress… I could keep going… for hours… I’m your obedient slut, your… hah…”

“I get it, cutie, don’t you worry,” she stepped aside and sat on the bed, reaching out to pat her pet on the head, ruffling her hair gently while Song Ming caught her breath.

Her pet’s makeup was ruined, eyeshadow streaking down her cheeks, lipstick smeared around her lips, and sweat mixing all over her face, leaving it glistening. Despite this, her eyes looked vivid, filled with energy, more than ready to return to her task – or any other – if her Mistress asked her to.

“Your pet is a wonderful role model for us all, Mistress, and I hope that all of your disciples will be as committed to you as she is, soon enough,” having stood up, the Dancer bowed to her, “And… thank you for your aid with my curse. I feel better than ever.”

“Don’t worry about it, cutie… though I would love to enter your mind again. It was fun,” Bianca gave the Dancer a wink, getting her to blush.

It didn’t seem like she remembered exactly what had been done to her inner self, within her mental domain, but she clearly associated the experience with pleasure… and it was fantastic. She also couldn’t miss the way she had become significantly more obedient and loyal after just one session of mind-fucking, so…

She couldn’t possibly forget such a wonderful experience – and she would repeat it.