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[section=Hellhound of a Boss]
Being bound to obey a demon is not normally a position anyone wants to find themselves in. Least of all a superhero. Even a traditionally 'lesser' demon like a hellhound is known for viciously tormenting their captives, inflicting agonizing pain and soul-rending unbearable commands.
Fortunately for Setta, the Tower-Hound had found other interests. She was bound to obey him as long as she was in his domain, thanks to a contract signed many, many time-loops ago. But the Tower-Hound had presented that contract when they were both under time pressure - her within the tower formed of the hellhound within the demonic realms, him *as* that tower, with a mob of demons waiting outside for the weakening touch of the mortal plane to fade. If she had refused to sign, chosen to try to fight the demons, they would have destroyed the tower and condemned the Tower-Hound to eternity as a crippled, agonized wreck, while she would have been subject to the more typical interests of the demons. And so the contract was notably less one-sided than demonic contracts typically were, requiring the Tower-Hound to return Setta to the mortal plane after a few days in his captivity.
Having the prospect of repeated visits and an endless supply of demonic power from a time-looping dragon gave the Tower-Hound much to consider. And he had long since determined that he would do everything in his power to ensure that when the time-loops ended, the dragoness would be willing to surrender herself to him for good. And he quite enjoyed the process. One of the first orders he'd given her had been to admire his cock, and he had found it a delightful sort of ritual to see her face redden and her eyes fixate on his penis every time she saw him anew.
Such as in this current time-loop, when he'd managed to get himself summoned to the mortal realm, able to possess his would-be master, and make the summoner's lair into an extension of his own domain... with that dragoness already helpless before him as the attempted 'sacrifice' the summoner had thought to use to pay for the Tower-Hound's power. Since she was already in the mortal realm, his end of the contract meant nothing; he didn't need to return her anywhere. But she was still bound to obey him as long as she was in his domain.
He had been enjoying himself quite vigorously with her, of course. He'd kept her in various forms of bitchsuit the entire time; normally in his own realm he preferred to shape a portion of his tower's interior back into his own original quadrupedal hellhound form, but here he was trading places, so to speak. And it was so satisfying to hear her whining into a gag as he mounted her from behind, felt her body shuddering in obscene pleasures while his balls slapped between her legs, felt her bucking in demon-powered climaxes while his dark cum befouled her most intimate places once again, felt her humiliation heating her as he knotted her and made her whine and shake with her tender labia trapped atop the natural electrodes on his cock, behind the knot. And he knew just how intensely his relentless dominance was driving her wild.
Partly because he made her admit it at times. Sitting her in his lap with his cock in her rear and his hand possessively gripping her privates, ordering her to 'speak, girl' while he molested her tenderness, it was a delight to a demon's ears to hear a mortified dragoness acknowledge that she was wallowing in her own humiliation, loving every moment of forced obscene pleasure, loving his firm hand on her leash dragging her pride out of her drop by drop while she squirted in his lap.
There were limits, however. The summoner's lair was all that the Tower-Hound could claim as his domain in this mortal realm, so if he left the building, or let Setta go, she would be free of his command - and he knew that for all she enjoyed being his pet, she still would follow her heroic impulses and escape if he let her... even if the pentagram he'd inscribed across her crotch meant he could summon himself back to her any time he wanted, at least for the duration of this time loop. But if he left the building, he'd have to relinquish his hold on the summoner's body, which would mean the Tower-Hound would be at risk of being banished, and lose many advantages of a mortal basis for his physical presence.
But he could have lots of fun with his pet without going anywhere. And others could come to him seeking a demon's power. He'd been building up a modest organization of his own, taking control of the immediate area, with an eye toward perhaps being able to expand what he could claim as his domain. And he could invite guests in, of course.
And what better time than at the peak of a demon's power in the mortal realm, All Hallows' Eve? He'd prepared costumes, even. A demonic figure from mortal media for himself, and that demon's pet hellhound for his capitive dragoness. His costume included Blitzo's accessories in rather more detail than Setta's costume had Loona's, of course. He had the coat, the bracer, and so on. Hers had the star-straps above her bare breasts and a black-and-white tail coming out of the plug wedged in her tight scaly ass, a collar, and a bone-gag strapped in her mouth.
Her face burned as she stayed in place, squatting down, knees wide, paw-mitted hands up in beg position, presenting the pentagram across her pussy and the dog-paw brand replacing her pubic hair. Her ass was sore from first being violated by the Tower-Hound's cock (after he'd poured a stomach-stuffing load down her throat first) and then forced to take in the sizable knob of the tail-plug. Her nipples were achingly stiff, and she knew her pussy was leaking visibly in her arousal. As she stayed there, presenting her privates right in front of a dozen of the better-known villains in town, and their other guests.
And he'd made a point of *not* ordering her to do it. Of simply smirking at her and all but silently daring her to show what a well-tamed subby little bitch he'd made of her. And she'd... just done it. He'd fucked her into obedience enough to get preemptive obedience and she knew it. He could make her a defiant brat or struggling hero again just as easily... but he was enjoying having her squirming in embarrassed submission.
She heard him snap his fingers behind her. From the corner of her eye she could see an irregularly-shaped portal open, and one of the Tower-Hound's other bodies (this one reshaped and dressed as Moxxie) reached through, presenting a dildo.
But not just any dildo. It was a dildo of the Tower-Hound's own cock. And more than that. It was made from the stuff of the Tower... making it part of the Tower-Hound. Making it, in fact, *his* cock. She whimpered into the bone-gag. He took the dildo in his hand. She could *feel* him looking expectantly down at her. Her cheeks blazed as she laid onto her back and pulled back and spread her legs wide, presenting her naked, wet cunt to the villains, begging to get that dildo stuffed inside her.
And he indulged her. She squealed into the gag as he drove the cock into her with a loud slurping noise, her back arching as it ruined her all over again, right in front of all those villains, defiled and disgraced her delicate, intimate places without anything but obvious cooperation on her part.
The Tower-Hound laughed and stood, and his hand patted crudely on her crotch. "Stay," he ordered her, then chuckled to the appreciative villains. "My little wet bitch here just loves to feel someone playing with her cunt while she's already stuffed," he revealed to them all. "And she's going to stay just like this all evening. Do please give her treats for her trick." Setta's cheeks seared as his fingers danced against her dildo-stuffed privates, and she just... couldn't keep from squeezing on the cock inside her, couldn't keep from squirming in puppyish excitement, couldn't keep from whimpering and leaking her eager juices in front of them all. She came with Technomancer's fingers masturbating her. She came with Superiority flicking her clit and laughing down at her. She came with Electrolight sending jolts into her pussylips. She came with Toolbelt briskly polishing her pearl. She came with Bear Bottom's fingertip delicately brushing her labia. She came with Packmaster's two guest-slave werewolves licking peanut butter off her cunt. Over and over, she lost all control with villains and minions enjoying her private parts, and her head swam with humiliated pleasure.
And at the end of the evening, as the final show - scheduled there because no one wanted to go after it - the Tower-Hound even showed off how he could make her service the notorious Dirty Rat. The most disreputable villain in town due to his supernatural aura of foulness... but all it took was one command from the Tower-Hound and the helpless dragoness found herself wallowing in the humiliation of the act as she licked his musky-heavy balls clean and then presented herself for him. The order to enjoy servicing him forced her to respond to his aura as an unmatched humiliation, which always left her squirming and soaked. And so with whimpers and humiliated tears her tongue stroked his cock hard and clean, and then her ass went up for him. The Tower-Hound plucked out the dildo, and Dirty Rat slid inside. In pure physical terms, he was not in fact literally filthy. But it *felt* filthy inside her, befouling her in ways even demonic cum couldn't do. But the order made her reaction change, made her head spin with the mortification of having to do it, having to let them all see how she was so thoroughly controlled she fucked Dirty Rat on command, having to to endure that shaking of her inner walls as her body begged her to try to escape.
But she couldn't stop. Not until he came inside her, and the potency of his revulsion-aura was strong enough that even demonic orders couldn't keep her from passing out in over-strain, wailing into the gag as she came in humiliation on his cock.
When she awoke, she was bound on a mounting rack with a TV screen in front of her face, still in the same outfit. But playing on the screen was... evidence she hadn't actually passed out. She'd blanked out, eyes gone vacant, but hadn't collapsed. Completely lost in humiliation-induced subspace. She'd crawled on command onto the mounting rack. And she'd held still while the Tower-Hound demonstrated how to scrub even the toughest cum-stains out of a draconic cunt with her own toothbrush - and had then scrubbed her teeth with it after getting Dirty Rat's cum out of her pussy. The Tower-Hound had fucked her to prove he'd removed the effect. And then they'd run a train on her.
She could feel their cum inside her now. Hot and mocking in her womb, feeling like it was sloshing around with every heartbeat. She couldn't stop watching as the villains rode her one after another. Couldn't stop her pussy from leaking down her leg as she came there on the mounting stand just from watching what she'd submitted to so easily. She wasn't sure how many times she watched it loop before she felt the Tower-Hound's hand between her legs. He could pleasure her or molest her with the same hand motions, but always creating exactly the response from her he wanted. This time, he was simply masturbating her, frankly and almost mechanically making her pussy go off while she watched herself being defiled yet again.
When he mounted her, she let out a wail, that thick canine cock suddenly seeming like an unbearably rough violation of her privates. And crimson burned on her face as she couldn't turn away from another loop of the video with him firmly fucking her, every stroke of his cock making bound outrage suddenly spark and rise inside her. An infuriating, mocking orgasm hammered her when he came, and her hips jerked as his knot bound her in place, electrodes jolting her labia and making her continue to cum under him. He laughed and forced the bone-gag back into her mouth as she growled helplessly, fully aware that he'd fucked the defiance back *into* her, and there was nothing she could do about that but buck as he forced her to cum for her violation and continue to unwillingly admire how dominant, how effective that fat cock was in making a horny little bitch out of her, over and over...[/section]
Art by "Zinnick":https://www.furaffinity.net/user/zinnick , costume inspiration © their owner, Setta, Tower-Hound, villains, and story by me!
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