The Devil's Apprentice by Patrick Stewart (polar express read aloud TXT) 📕

school teacher telling off an especially naughty student. Alex was sure his “punishment” was going to be more severe than the usual detention. He was right.

The demon still had one hand around his neck. He felt the grip tighten. Then she swung him around and literally threw him across the room. Much like a ragdoll. Worse still, his body smashed into the golden doors of the lift.

Alex really felt that one. Despite having not actually done much, he felt out of breath. He wasn’t going to get much time to rest. The demon was striding towards him once more, looking all sexy and hot.

“Done getting your ass whooped?”

Alex leaned against the elevator doors. “Are you American?” 

“What?”

“Getting your ass whooped? Americans talk like that. Actually, I’m not sure even they do anymore… Maybe you’re just a figment of my imagination born out of all the rubbish American movies I’ve seen.”

“You’re going to get raped by her. And it’s not going to be fun.” 

“Because getting raped normally is?”

Alex felt the shudder vibrate through his body. The voice had shrugged. It was strange. Alex didn’t like it when things like that happened. It made the voice appear to more than just a voice. Like it was somehow physically connected to his body, to his flesh.

But this wasn’t the time to complain about it.

Still leaning against the wall, he closed his eyes as the heat filled his chest. It spread through his body like fire being pumped through his veins. The aches and pains he felt were being pushed away. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

The demon stood before him, curiosity in her eyes. “There’s something different about you.”

Alex grinned. “Ready to give up?”

“I’m going to rape you. And you’re not going to like it,” the demon said.

“Told ya,” the voice chuckled. 

The demon swung her fist at him. But this time, Alex caught it. She stared at him in shock as he held her hand.

“...how?” she gasped.

Alex pulled her close to him. Spinning her around, he let go of her fist and wrapped his arm around her waist. He pulled her in tight and got a smell of her scent. It was intoxicating. So was her body heat. He could feel it through her shirt pressed against his bare skin.

His other hand grabbed her shirt and tore off the buttons. The demon gasped. As she broke free, Alex pulled off her shirt. She stood a few feet away from him, wearing a short skirt and a red bra. She watched him with wary eyes.

“Take the bra off,” he said.

“Excuse me?”

“Take the bra off,” he repeated. “It’s only fair.” In his mind, it really was fair. She’d torn his shirt off and made him stand bare chested. The demon had to do the same. “Take it off.”

Surprisingly, she obeyed. Her hands rose behind her back. The red bra slipped off. The demon had firm breasts with small blue nipples. Alex felt an insatiable hunger. He wanted her, right here, right now. He wanted to suck on those nipples. He wanted to pull her skirt off and drive his cock inside her. He wanted to hear her squeal in pain and pleasure.

Feeling strong and powerful, he stepped towards her, intending to do just that. Her body shuddered as he grabbed her skirt by the hem. Alex grinned manically. She deserved this. She was going to rape him. This was fitting payback. Karma.

Alex tugged her by skirt and pulled her in roughly. Her breasts slammed into his chest. At the same time her skirt now loosened came down to her knees. From there, they fell to her ankles. Alex’s cock was hard. It struggled against his jeans. Any moment now, it would rip through the denim, so monstrous was it. Alex laughed.

His hands reached back and grabbed the demon’s ass cheeks. He squeezed hard, then pulled them aside. He was about to bite down on her breasts when he noticed the look in her eyes.

The demon girl was terrified. “Your eyes....” she whispered.

“What about them?”

“They’re… on fire.”

Alex saw it then. He’d noticed it before, but in his excitement, it hadn’t registered. The demon had naturally black eyes. There was a glow in them, like an ember. He’d thought that was a demon thing. But he was wrong. The glow was his eyes reflecting off hers.

Alex let go of her and stepped back. “My eyes are on fire?!” 

“It would seem so,” the voice said. 

“Why are my eyes on fire?” 

“That’s a good question,” the voice replied. 

Silence followed. The demon receptionist was still watching him. Her black skirt was still by her ankles. The demon girl stood with her chest naked and wearing red panties. She was still afraid. Too afraid to even dress.

“Hello?!”

“Sup,” the voice replied.

“My. Eyes. Fire. Why?” Alex fumed.

The voice shrugged. It vibrated through Alex’s body, but this time he did not shudder. He was getting used to it. What he was getting better at doing was reading the voice in his head. It knew why his eyes were flaming.

“It’s good news,” the voice finally said, as if realising it had to give an answer. “It means your body is a good conduit for me. I can transfer more power through your body.”

He already was transferring more power. Alex felt amazing. He felt like he could squeeze the life out of the demon with his bare hands. Like he could take her head in his hands and crush it. He wasn’t going to, of course. That would be evil. But he could if he wanted to.

But there was more than just strength flowing through his body. There was this rage mixed with lust. A terrible combination. He wanted to fuck the demon hard, but hurt her too.

“She deserves it,” the voice