The Devil's Apprentice Patrick Stewart (suggested reading TXT) 📖

“I’m actually okay down there,” Alex grumbled.

Scarlett chuckled. “We’ll see.”

She tore his jeans and boxers off without drawing blood, without breaking his skin. Alex was completely naked now and very conscious of his body. Thankfully, the room wasn’t cold.

“It’s not bad,” Scarlett admitted reluctantly. Her claws retracted; she grabbed his cock and tugged on it. “This will be interesting.”

“Interesting how?” Alex asked, swallowing nervously.

Scarlett gave her signature smile. Evil and sexy at the same time. His cock gripped firmly in her hand, she reminded him of a dominatrix. Not that he’d ever actually met one before… She leaned forward, her lips at his ears, she was about to whisper something in his ear when the door opened and in walked another woman.

She had wavy red hair, fair skin, red lips and red eyes. She wore a grey short-sleeved mini dress with buttons running down the centre. Standing at just under six feet, she almost looked human.

But Alex knew she wasn’t, and not just on account of the two small black horns sticking out of her forehead. Like Scarlett, she was beautiful, but there was more to this woman. She had an aura about her, one that made him want to both run away in fear and crawl towards her in devotion.

“Hello,” she smiled, slashing perfect white human teeth. “I’m the devil.”

Chapter 9

The devil rested her bottom on the chowki a few inches away from Alex’s head. She stared down at him with her red eyes. They had an intensity about them. It was like being forced to stare at the sun. His head began to ache but he continued to stare.

The devil raised her hand. Her fingers raked through his hair. The touch was gentle, but Alex squirmed. It was like the tip of her fingers were electric.

“I remember when you were just a baby.” Her voice was so soft, so alluring. “You were so cute. You had this glow about you.”

Her eyes trawled down his body, taking in his naked form, she broke eye contact. Alex suddenly felt free. His chest began to rise and fall rapidly as his head felt like it was going to explode. Like a crazed animal, he struggled against his restraints.

But it was no use.

He was bound tightly, the manacles sturdy. As his breathing calmed and his headache lessened, he stopped struggling. His wrists and ankles were hurting, anyway. He became aware of the devil watching him. Her red eyes no longer seemed focussed onto his.

“I’m Satani,” she said.

“Like… Satan, but the girl version?”

She frowned. Much like a normal annoyed girl. “No. Satani as in Satani. I am not the girl version of anything.”

“Shall I kill him, mistress?” Scarlett ventured, hope in her voice.

Satani ignored her, and for that, Alex was damned grateful. Maybe he wouldn’t die here tonight. That would be something.

Satani flipped her red hair to one side. She looked very human doing that. Alex appreciated how beautiful she was, how perfect her face was. The red eyes even seemed kind.

“Are you going to kill me?” Alex asked.

Satani’s frown deepened as she turned to Scarlett. “Have you been frightening my pets again?”

“No mistress,” Scarlett said, her voice no longer commanding, but demure. “I simply warned him not to escape.”

She did more than that, Alex thought.

“You tried to escape? Why?” Satani seemed genuinely confused.

Alex exchanged a glance with Scarlett. “You’re kidding, right? She kidnapped me! Brought me to this weird place and- and look at me!”

They did, both of them. They stared at him. His entire naked body. They took it in together. Their eyes rested on his cock. That was the one area Alex was very generously proportioned. Even flaccid, it was impressive.

“Don’t tell her about me,” the voice said. 

Alex was surprised by the tone. It was soft, humble even. “What difference does it make? She’s going to rip my soul out regardless, right?” 

“I don’t remember this demon claiming to be the devil. But I do remember Satan. If she’s anything like him, you’ll be kept as a prisoner if they find out I’m here. Your body tortured to the brink. Then they’ll let you rest before doing it again. You’ll wish death, crave it, even attempt suicide at every opportunity.” 

Alex gulped. He believed the voice in his head. He could see it too. An image flashed across his mind. He was imprisoned in a dark cellar. Hung from the ceiling by a manacle around his neck, his toes barely touched the ground. Scarlett stood before him, a rod in hand, the tip red.

Alex shuddered. Of course, it would be her torturing him. She would enjoy it too, the evil bitch. And then he remembered something…

“Scarlett knows your inside me!” 

“Yeah… I think she’s guessed it… although I don’t remember her either, I suppose my fame precedes,” the arrogance returned in the voice. “But it doesn’t look like she’s said anything to the devil… maybe she has another agenda?” 

Alex didn’t get to continue his conversation with the voice in his head. Satani had her red eyes back on him. His head began to ache once more as he returned the gaze. It was like she was probing his mind and his soul.

“It’s a privilege to serve me Alex,” Satani said. Her voice was soft. Her hand trailed down his chest. It came to his manhood where it rested briefly before she wrapped her fingers around it.

Despite how attractive both women were, Alex was not turned on by this, not in the slightest. So why his cock was fully erect in her hand, it was a mystery to him. Satani squeezed the large head. Her thumb rubbed against the sensitive skin surrounding the tip of his urethra.

“Oh, you’re a leaker,” she laughed. Letting