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[Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of the characters to any person living or dead is coincidental. No part of this work may be reproduced without the Author’s permission. Tazliel the Passion Demon is the copyrighted creation of the author.
There is some extreme in this piece, just so you know. This includes possession, bodymorphing, and human/non human , as well as straight/gay/bi .
In addition, fetish parties are gatherings of likeminded consenting adults, having fun being themselves. Organizers promote not only openminded uality, but also respect, consent, and safety. Safe supplies are on hand to clean bondage furniture and play areas, and there are, of course, condoms. In this fictional portrayal, dwelling on these items might slow the plot. Therefore, Tazliel will ultimately keep everyone safe and clean through their magical gifts.
Hopefully, there is something for everyone here.]
Halloween capades: Epic Party at the Sin Bin featuring Tazliel the Passion Demon
Prologue:
Demons and angels are opposites not good or evil, just opposites. They do not like each other even others of their own kind at times. When they cross paths they may go their merry ways, but when one interrupts the other’s plans, it’s on, as they say. One may entrap the other, force submission, and leave their spiritual mark a sort of humiliation the other must bear for a long period of time.
For angels, this often means virtual chains and isolation for the demon, limiting their abilities for a period of time which sort of starves and weakens them. For demons it means ravishing the angel, leaving them weakened by what they might consider physical abasement, leaving them in thrall to the demon’s wishes until the demon gets bored with them.
Demons like Tazliel understood these differences well. Angels are abstract thinkers who try to control the corporeal world with unachievable ideals. Tazliel also understands how the physical plane required a space for ideals and physical needs to work together. This makes them sly and formidable opponent.
Neither demons or angels have real physical form except through temporary avatars, or through possession of objects and living beings. They can manipulate energy fields, however. Their battles can take place through any of these, but they will usually lose if trapped in an avatar.
These confrontations often occur amidst human events.
Chapter 1 Demon on the Prowl
Halloween is the demon’s night. The vital magic they fed on was at a high on Halloween like no other time of year.
Bristling with fresh Halloween energy the night had endowed them with, Tazliel, a passion demon, wanted to share with as many deserving humans as they could. As a passion demon, they could expend copious amounts of ual energies, and the resulting action could renew and increase it sort of a double win.
In the West End of Vancouver, British Columbia, in the silvery full moon of a perfect Halloween, Tazliel found a tall apartment building where a lot of lights were on. The rental sign in front read “Adults Only Building. Studios, One, and Two Bedroom Suites”. Swirling around it and peering in many windows, they gleaned even more power from simply witnessing the activities within.
Many seasonal partiers were finishing costumes, make up, hair, and other Halloween paraphernalia. No angels here, the demon mused. They fed the partiers’ excitement back to them filling their imaginations with hopes of costumed debauchery when they finally hit the club or party they would attend. Others were already at their Halloween perversions.
Tazliel slipped through the patio window of a couple engaged in a scene. The woman was in a leather harness, hands cuffed behind her back, and bent over a crimson leather ottoman exposing her round ass and wet pussy. Her naked tits pressed into the leather. In her anus, a bejeweled butt plug sparkled wickedly. Her ponytail rose out of a shiny black balaclava, and a ball gag was in her mouth. Her stilettos looked elegant.
Her partner in black, crotchless leather pants, a black leather vest, and black boots, had a large erection. He used a flogger on her vulnerable buttocks and back, as she made muffled sounds of pleasurable pain through the gag. Her ass was red from the whipping, as were her shoulders.
Tazliel entered the woman’s mind. Possessing her mildly, the demon thrilled at her capacity for pain. Her partner whipped her hard, and she was on a sort of runner’s high from the adrenaline, moaning and salivating copiously over the ball gag.
The man loosened the gag, and to Tazliel’s delight, he grabbed her ponytail and roughly thrust his stiff cock into her warm mouth. She sucked his phallus eagerly, totally at his mercy, and the demon gorged on her submission.
Taz rewarded both by swapping into the man and delivering a whopping load of hot semen that filled her mouth and dribbled down her chin onto the red leather.
They empowered the man with new energy and an implanted desires for rough anal in both lovers before stealing away.
In another apartment, an elegant middleaged Asian woman was having a threesome with two Indian men. Her white husband masturbated gleefully while watching the two handsome young brown men spitroast his wife. She sucked and gagged over one cock, the young man’s hands tangled in her hair. The second pummeled her hairy wet pussy, firmly holding her hips as he drove his large dick into her. Taz sprinkled energy over them so their orgasms would be spectacular.
Other apartments held similar sights: two buff gay men were doggy style, sweating and grunting, the top reaching around to pump the throbbing dick of his bottom; a woman screaming and bouncing cowgirl style on her lover’s huge cock as he grasped her large tits; s in a with vibrators, tormenting their twat’s. Taz enjoyed one apartment where two women on their knees with six men sucking one hard cock after another and jerking off the others while being fucked. The demon moved on when the two had been bathed in cum.
This building is a virtual Sodom and Gomorrah, the demon thought as they went through apartment after apartment. Most were not people in the throes of yet. But if it was not on their minds, Tazliel implanted lascivious thoughts in them.
Eventually, Tazliel found a group of young people who looked to be their midtwenties who were about to set out to a Halloween party.
Reading the eticket on the phone of a buff young man in a gladiator outfit they saw the words “THE SIN BIN VANCOUVER’S EPIC FETISH HALLOWEEN PARTY”.
The handsome youth wore a leather chest harness with a shoulder guard on his right shoulder, a gladiator skirt made of thick leather strips that was open at the sides. The skirt revealed muscular legs, and, as he moved, his wellshaped glutes could be glimpsed.
The gladiator had what appeared to be his slave a pretty, slim, muscular man with shoulder length blond hair who wore a few leather straps accentuating his muscles, cuffs on his wrists, and a tunic with a deep vee in the front. The tunic was belted at the waist and barely covered his tush and crotch leaving his hips exposed. He wore a gold jock underneath. On his neck was a collar with “KINKY SLUT” spelled out in glittering rhinestone letters. The gladiator attached a chain leash to it.
Both had Romanstyle sandals with straps up to the tops of their welldefined calves.
The gladiator tugged the leash, pulling the slave close, kissing him. The demon swirled around them, arousing them. They embraced, making out as the felt their cocks spring to life.
“Scott, Aiden,” a lovely female voice commanded. “Our drive is on the way soon. Picture time first.”
Her Roman pals laughed, abashed. “Ok, Ashley,” They replied in unison.
The young woman was a beauty! Tazliel felt an uncommon attraction. Had they met when she was in a past life? Was it who the demon wished her to be? If so, it had been centuries. Taz decided they would possess her later and find out.
Ashley had a gorgeous wavy mane, dyed a seductive purple, a bit past shoulder length, with a long thin braid descending from the back. White chiffon ribbons streamed from her hair. A hairband with short purple horns on it topped her hairdo.
She had mischievous hazel eyes, a heart shaped face, full lips, and smooth olive skin. She was topless, with pert swaying 36C breasts. “Fuck Me” pasties adorned her nipples. She had an improvised puffy chiffon skirt or wrap on her seductive hips that barely hid her silver panties so that her shapely ass and the vee of her pussy were easily seen. A few sheer light mauve ribbons were strung through it and the moved with her y thighs. Thigh high sheer white stockings graced her long legs. She had silvery ankle high top sneakers on her feet. Unusual and creative, the demon thought.
She also had a purple body harness. As Taz swirled around her they noticed the back of the harness boasted small purple wings.
Angel bait, Tazliel thought, Or demon bait.
A pretty, auburnhaired, greeneyed white woman and a handsome, dark haired Asian man came into the room. They seemed a couple. Each wore black faux leather bottoms that had snaps so they could easily be opened for quick exposure of their genitalia. Cleverly attached pointy devil tails wagged from the back of their bottoms. Each had black shoes flats and low red socks for him, stilettos and sheer red thigh high stockings for her. Each had red devil horns and red and black leather harnesses. She had black “X” pasties on the nipples of her firm 32 B tits. Each had a collar and a leash. They match well, the demon thought. They heard the names Wayne and Sara.
Tazliel decided to stick with this group for a while.
They took a few group pictures and Tazliel floated around the room as they got quite frisky with each other, feeling the invisible demon’s ual influence. Taz would lend all of them a heightened ual aura, especially, Ashley who they knew would make delectable angel bait, should one of their opposites appear at the fetish party. They also hoped to possess her during or materialize and ravish her.
When Tazliel’s chosen group left for their fetish party, they wore coats to partially obscure their y outfits. They doffed them once they entered an EastVan warehouse where they could leave sundries at a coat check.
People in this upper lobby area could hear the throbbing beat of electronic dance beats from elsewhere in the building. Taz’s group met with a few others a pair of y Asian girls in fairy make up and costumes like slutty Tinkerbells. YingYing and Vivian Taz plucked their names from Ashley’s thoughts. Two men, white and Asian, in just cloaks, thongs, and boots joined them as well. The demon plucked their names, Chi and Sean from the girls.
The women hugged and kissed Ashley warmly, and Taz could sense ual energy of past encounters. This will be fun, they thought as they made everyone’s genitals tingle pleasantly.
Chapter 2 The Sin Bin
Feeling impatient, the demon drifted down a hallway past washrooms taking in many y and inspired costumes the fetish Halloween revelers wore. The lusty ual atmosphere was almost palpable. Tazliel’s powers were waxing.
Gliding further Tazliel entered the real party area a huge vaultlike warehouse with a flickering light show and powerful loud music. A female deejay who looked like a y Bride of Frankenstein was playing tracks that had the crowd hopping. There were bars for refreshment, a massive dance floor, gogo cages with people dancing sensually inside, people making out, a couple of pole dancers, and a few bondage benches where people were engaged in spanking and flogging. A few erotica artisans were selling leather goods, jewelry, flogging whips, toys, lubes and such. The demon was pleased.
They dispersed their being over the crowd feeling intoxicated by the energy of lust, sensuality, and uality in the room. Men an women In various combination danced, groped, writhed against each other, and let their inhibitions go. The demon knew this decadence would addle any angel’s bearings.
Tazliel drifted to a second room with faux leather chairs and couches, and a dungeon play area roped off in one corner where partiers volunteered themselves to male and female doms for various punishments. There were bondage benches, sofas, and a St. Andrew’s cross (a large padded X with handholding at the top).
At the cross a female domme in thigh high, spikeheeled leather boots, a leather thong and corset, and a black leather police hat from which fell a long mane of blonde hair was using a riding crop on a fit middleaged man.
The man had short salt and pepper hair, a black leatherlook tank, a thong, and black Chelsea boots. He had doffed a leather kilt to expose his ass cheeks for the domme. Taz watched as the skilled domme struck the man with the crop. He flinched but was loving it. The domme would check on him after hard strikes to his shoulders ass, or thighs and then continue. The demon especially loved the lines the crop made on the man’s buttocks.
Tazliel entered the domme’s mind. She grabbed the man’s hair and pulled his head back. “A few more,” she said, “Then I’ll leave my initials on your ass.”
“Yes…please!” He responded.
Instead of whatever her initials were, when the crop came down hard on his ass, he moaned as thin red welts appeared on his glutes spelling T A on the left one and Z on the right one.
The domme lightly stroked him, not noticing the misspelling. She smiled smugly. “Catch your breath now,” she whispered in his ear. “You did well. I got you good.”
The man clutched the handles on the cross, breathing heavily. “Thank, you,” he managed.
When he turned around, she opened her arms for a hug. They embraced. Then they sat and chatted for a couple of minutes. Tazliel enjoyed her mind. She loved doing her job and had a cruel kindness toward her willing subs.
Across the dungeon, a male dom in a black and silver top hat, vest, and assless chaps was using something called a drilldo on a blonde woman lying across a bondage bench. She wriggled in pleasure as he fucked her with the toy, her body shaking as she came.
Tazliel absorbed as much of this lusty energy as they could before moving into a second dance area where couples and groups were unleashing much more ual energy than on the main dance floor. They wanted to feed off as much of this as they could to enhance their demonic strength, but they also doled out ual desire, thoughts, and abilities as well.
They returned to the dungeon play area and took turns momentarily possessing the doms and subs. The tall blonde domme took a wicked satisfaction in her work that Tazliel fed from her and pretty female sub who was being shocked with an electric wand.
Tazliel disengaged feeling powerful and lusty. They explored the final area the SOP or on premises space.
Sadly, it was not wellpopulated yet. Some people stood around talking, but two couples were sharing a couch. The women were in a sort of position, and their male partners fucked them one from behind the top woman, the other in a sort of missionary on the bottom woman. He had one foot on the floor, a knee on the sofa, and he pushed the woman’s long legs back. Once in a while, the men would pull out and dip their cocks, wet with pussy juice, into the women’s mouths. Then they would resume .
Tazliel drifted through their minds and bodies, feeding on their lust. They made sure that the four would orgasm simultaneously.
The demon felt sated for the moment, so they drifted to the dance floor to ignite some passions.
Taz found their chosen group as they danced near each other in the centre of the crowd. They swirled around them causing them to dance with an energy that stood out from the rest of the writhing throng no simple feat.
Ashley was doing a booty shake, her fantastic ass cheeks quivering seductively as appreciative eyes watched. Tazliel glided over her so that she seemed to have a glow that, coupled with her frenetic dancing, drew desiring eyes from all around her. Again, they felt a strange familiarity, a nostalgia at the far edge of memory. Tazliel dove into the mind of the purple haired beauty to investigate.
Demonic possession has many levels. Ashley’s dancing made her the centre of the dancers in the room. Her eyes flashed. Her face had an ecstatic glow. She had never felt so vibrantly ual.
Tazliel probed Ashley’s inner, atavistic memories to look for past lives. They knew this would take a few seconds of human time. To everyone else she was dancing, but a part of her mind some might say soul awoke in a clearing between a forest and an olive grove millennia away. To her friend’s, she stopped stock still for a moment, one hand reaching for something as she looked over their heads, her eyes fixed and glazed, her pretty mouth slightly open.
Chapter 3 Maenad
Ashley stopped dancing. She stood in a clearing full of wild flowers between a forest and an olive grove. The loud EDM beats and laser lights had disappeared. The air was sweet and fresh, the sun hot, birds sang in the trees. On a hill in the distance a Grecian temple with stately pillars shone in the sunlight. A snake twined around her left arm, but she was not afraid. She held a smooth long stick in her right hand the top tightly wrapped in ivy and capped by a large pine cone. Around her waist was a tawny soft animal skin speckled with white. A fawn skin, she thought. How do I know this? Where is this? When?
A similarly garbed group of women emerged from the forest whirling and shrieking, accompanied by half naked men with fur leggings playing pipes and tabors. They walked and danced with a strange gait.
“Philachorea! Philachorea! Sister!” a young woman who was virtually her twin shouted, rushing to her. The woman kissed Ashley passionately and, as their breasts rubbed together, Ashley felt a powerful desire in her loins. Her lookalike’s breath smelled strongly of wine. Her hazel eyes were wild.
“Ariadne?” Ashley queried, wondering how she knew the name.
Ariadne’s hand went right between Ashley’s legs as they kissed again. Ashley did the same to Ariadne. Their pussies were hot and very wet. Their turgid nipples pressed into each other.
Ashley wanted with this döppleganger, but Ariadne disengaged. “He comes! He comes!” the beautiful girl enthused. Then she turned, running toward the others.
More half naked women with horned headdresses emerged from the forest as the music picked up tempo. A very tall and beautiful nude youth with very long hair and a staff wrapped in ivy emerged from the woods. A tiger’s hide was draped across his shoulders. His penis was large and erect. The women shrieked and whirled around him. Ariadne ran to him and leapt into his embrace.
Ashley walked toward the revellers. The air smelled perfumed, and wild animals appeared, watching from the edge of the forest. She suddenly noticed that the some of men’s leggings were not leggings. Some had legs like horses! Some like mountain goats!
Some of them are satyrs!, she thought, And Ariadne and the women…. Maenads and nymphs. She recalled a course she had once taken on Classical mythology in art and literature.
Everyone circled around the beautiful youth and Ariadne chanting something Ashley did not comprehend. Then everyone kneeled except the tall youth holding Ariadne in his arms. Ashley felt like she was Ariadne as the youth grasped the girl’s buttocks and Ariadne wrapped her legs around his torso.
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