From: "Tom Clary" Subject: [ASSC] [AFTSD] Dancing with a Demon Dancing With A Demon As I regain consciousness, I try to move and find I am bound. I am upright with my arms stretched out to either side. My legs are bound slightly separated with ropes securing me to a rough hewn cross beam. I open my eyes to the flickering of torches. It looks like I’m underground - some sort of underground cavern. Somebody must have slipped me something really potent. Last I thing I vaguely remember was, “Here, try this drink. It really packs a punch”. “Ahhh, the darling awakes,”, I hear a deep gravely voice say. My eyes dart toward the voice, and in the shadows, I see a being who is almost eight feet tall. As it approaches, I see that it is a deep red color. The red of a horrible sun burn, not the cheerful red of a sports car. It is shaped like a massively muscled man but of portions that would make a human body builder look puny. As my gaze drifts downward, I notice it is indeed male. Very male. I would guess about 2 feet long and 8 inches in diameter male. Quickly, I move my gaze upward but not before noticing him stroke his prick. “Ha, I caught you looking. Did you like what you saw?”, he asks? God, guys are all the same. Always hung up on their penises. I try to reply but only produce some unintelligible squawks. “Ah, you noticed you can’t talk. I find talking really distracts from the overall mood I try to create but screaming is always appreciated.”, he lectures me. His face is angelically beautiful. The chief lords of hell are all fallen angels and can call upon that beauty when they wish. His hands end in talons and he only sports a small set of horns. I see the edges of his furled wings extend on each shoulder. I don’t recall studying his dossier in school so he probably can’t be that high up in hierarchy. I decided to call him Bob. “Let me unwrap this pretty package and see just what kind of present I have received.”, Bob muses to himself. He delicately run a taloned finger along the seams of my shirt. The clothing is cut but his touch is so precise, there is no blemish left on my flesh. He seems to take a great pride in his work. First my left arm is laid bare and then my right. Next it is my left leg up to the inner thigh and then the right. Bob seemed to be taking great joy in stripping me naked and even starts humming to himself. I’m getting a bit bored. At least the heat being thrown off his body counteracts the chill of the cavern. Bob finally notices the vacant look on my face and give a snort which produces a bit of flame. And me without a cigarette. “Can’t you at least act interested or pretend to be scared?”, He implores. I sort of shrug a sorry but no. I notice his prick has started to wilt a bit. Poor guy just can’t keep up his interest. “Damn, I should have realized sooner. You are a nude dancer, aren’t you?”, He states. I nod, almost apologetically.. “Damn my luck, and you probably just get off on pain too.”, He sort of moans. His penis is fully deflated and he is quite dejected. It looks like I have gotten stuck with a second rater here. “Well, at least we can get rid of the clothes.”, he growls. He snaps his fingers and the few tatters left go up in flames with no damage to myself. I look a bit more interested. I can always use some more novel ways to get nude. He sits down and starts to think. It is really neat to watch, actual steam started to come out of his ears. He suddenly lights up - I mean literally starts to glow brightly. “I’ve got it.”, He exclaims. He stands up and snaps his fingers and a full length mirror appears in front of me. Not that bondage is my thing, but I look pretty good. “I have found the one thing every dancer fears... Growing Old!”, he crows. “Gaze into this mirror and see your future.”, he says solemnly. He is so pleased with himself that his prick start to rise again. I see myself age before my eyes. My tits begin to sag a bit, my stomach droops a bit. My hair starts to turn gray. But what I really notice is that the lines on my face are from laughter and lots of happy times. It looks like I will age very gracefully. The image in the mirror winks at me as if to reassure me that, “While I may not move as fast as I used too, I can still grab men’s attention when I want to.”. I nod to acknowledge the lady I will become and start to smile. Bob notices the smile and starts to frown. He steps around and looks at the image in the mirror and proclaims, “Curse it, you even are destined to age well.” He sits down with a thud and seems to be on the verge of tears. I actually am starting to feel sorry for the big guy. Beep! Beep! We both look startled for a second before he snaps his fingers and a pager appears. He looks at the message and actually turns a pale pink in fright. “Oh, shit. The head guy himself wants me to call him.”, I hear him mutter to himself. Another snap and a cell phone appears. He dials and nervously introduces himself. “OK, Sir. There has been a foul up and she will be returned unharmed in 5 minutes.”, he says and then hangs up. “Whew! That had me worried.”, he says to me. “I should have known you were a professional.” “While we wait, do mind if I go over a problem I’m having. It all started out when I was a toddler and ...”, He starts to ramble. I tune him out. Its one thing to listen to a paying customer whine about his problems, it is another to do it for free.