Serena and Karen would make love one more time, with Sam watching again.  Then Karen and Sam would head for home.  Serena would spend three more months at the radio station, working her web show.  Then she would quit the job and move.  She would still keep in touch with Karen via email.

She moved to a very tiny island in the Caribbean, near St. Vincent.  She lived in a small cottage, and traveled to the large island to work as a hotel clerk three days a week.  When she was at her cottage on the small island, her Master required her to be naked at all times.  Her lover kept her in a low state of arousal.  Serena knew he was a demon; she did not know just how powerful.  And she knew that he was tormenting her mercilessly.

This Wednesday Serena had a quiet day to herself.  She was allowed to wear clothes when she went to the local market to shop.  Otherwise, nudity, or "sky-clad," as her Master referred to her attire, was required.  She had purchased some food, returned home, stripped, and spent a day with a book.  Now, after dinner, she was out on her balcony watching the sunset and providing eye candy for the locals.  But the locals new better than to touch the beautiful blonde girl.  They could only look.

The sun was almost completely down when Serena heard a low chuckle behind her.  She turned and saw her Master.  She smiled and embraced him.

"Ahhhhhh, my lovely little Pet," he said, his voice a low growl.  "It is time to increase your talent level.  I will begin to take you to the highest levels of hedonism."

Serena merely smiled.

The Demon led Serena inside the cottage and requested Serena make him some tea.  Serena brewed some of the fine tea, with a touch of lemon, and let it cool for a bit.  It was just how her Master liked it.  As she presented it to him, he gently began to play with her nipples.  Her state of arousal went up instantly.

"Master," Serena began, while shivering from his touch, "may I ask a question?"

"You just have," said the Demon, moving his hand from her breasts, down over her tummy, tickling her mound a little, and finally inserting a finger into her anus, "but continue, my Pet.  I will answer."

"Well, Master," asked a shivering and shaking Serena, as the Demon slowly played inside of her anus, "why to you no longer favor me with your penis?  Have I displeased you?  Am I no longer desirable to you?"

The Demon worked his finger for a few minutes more, preferring to keep Serena in torment.  He withdrew it quickly and downed his tea in one gulp.  Then he put his hands on the girl's hips and smiled at her before speaking.


"Serena," he answered with a smile, "your training is not yet complete.  When I am finished with you, you will be able to climax thirty times a day.  You will climax from a mere pinch of you nipples.  You will be able to control your arousal level to any degree you wish.  And you will service and corrupt whomever and whenever I tell you.  Understood?  Then I will grant you the pleasure of my penis."

With that, the demon disappeared.  Serena was shaking.  She folded her arms over her breasts and smiled.  She could not imagine how things would get any better.


Serena would spend one more week on the tiny island near St. Vincent.  Her Master would visit her once more, and take up her state of arousal one small notch.

When she went to bed on that fateful Sunday night, she would awaken on Monday morning in a completely different time and place.  The powers of sexuality the demon had given her would now be tested to the fullest.  And the end result would surprise not only her, but her Master as well.




