Deal With the 'Devil'
Cheating Death
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
spiralwriter
Rouge held you out in front of Sarah's large and looming face comparable to gaze at a mountainside with your half-inch form, her expression that of anger and confusion, her brow furrowed as she contemplated what to do in reaction to Rouge's words. You could see it in your wife-goddess's eyes, mulling the thoughts over in her head. You shook your own head, actually worried now for Sarah. She couldn't give into Rouge, not even for you. Part of you did want to be free, but not like this, not if Sarah got the wrong end of the bargain, and you knew she would if the devil of a woman was writing the contract.
"I'm waiting on an answer, Sarah. I don't have all day." Rouge's words slithered out like a serpent into the air, tastily coated in honey, but had all the ill-effects of poison beneath them. Slowly, she began to retract her hand, your form pinched between her fingers drawn further and further away from your wife. "If you don't say anything soon, I'll have my boys here escort you out, roughly." She cackled, hand fully drawn back to her, now dropping you back into the valley of her cleavage, giving her breasts a little pat to get you nice and squished between them. From your soft, fleshy prison, you could vaguely make out Sarah sitting down in the distance, still looking pissed as all hell.
"...What kind of deal?" She finally asked, if not reluctantly. High above, Rouge smirked. You shuddered, not even the gentlest of Rouge's grins bearing nothing but malice and cold thoughts for whoever they were directed at. You figured your cousin-goddess had done nothing but cruel deeds since the day she began walking, and it wouldn't end here. She no doubt had quite evil intent directed at Sarah as whatever 'deal' she thought of would end in misery for both you and your wife. From what you could gather from television and news articles, all read or watched while you were worshiping your wife or daughters, Rouge had never lost a deal, not once since she became top dog of the biggest company on the planet, her hands in every other business and trade, either through true speaking skills, backstabbing, or deception.
"I'm so glad you asked." The demon chuckled, snapping her fingers, sounding more like a jet engine taking off to you. In a few motions, one of the burly men who had jumped to her side earlier stepped forward towards Sarah, holding out a stack of documents. Your wife slowly took them, beginning to read the top page. "I sort of knew this day would come one day, Sarah dear." Rouge went on, casually examining her nails. "I would finally have what was rightfully mine, this little slave right here, and you'd try to bargain for me. Right there in your hands is my terms and conditions, a contract so that the two of us can both win here."
"I...I don't understand..." Sarah mumbled, shuffling through the papers, seemingly sweating a bit. You had never seen her nervous, not ever.
"What's not to understand?" She-devil asked with a small laugh. "All you have to do is sign on the dotted line. Or, you could choose to walk out, and leave little Luke here," She rubbed the top of your head with a finger, smushing you deeper into the side of her boob, almost suffocating you. "With me, and you'll never see him again. I'll make sure my staff never let's you on the premises again if you step out that door without signing."
"..."
"Go on then, make your choice. I'm a very busy woman, and I haven't got all day." Rouge said in a mockingly playful sing-song voice. She once again snapped her fingers. "Borus, get Sarah here a pen."
Another one of her bodyguards stepped out and snapped out a pen towards Sarah, who took it slowly, attention somewhere in the middle of the stack of papers in the contract that had been handed to her. After several agonizingly slow minutes, the scratch of a pen against paper echoed through the room, sealing whatever fate Sarah had signed herself to.
"Good!" Rouge clapped, sounding almost giddy. "We'll have preparations set up for you in a few moments. Here, you can spend some time with the slave while I'm making sure these idiots don't ruin everything." Your purple-clad mistress pinched you up and almost carelessly flung you in the direction towards Sarah, you fortunately caught you in both of her hands, palms cradled around you like protective walls. She opened up her hands and looked down at you almost warily.
"...Hello insect." She said, no doubt a bit of an angry, but worried tone in her voice. "You better be worth what I just did."
"I'm waiting on an answer, Sarah. I don't have all day." Rouge's words slithered out like a serpent into the air, tastily coated in honey, but had all the ill-effects of poison beneath them. Slowly, she began to retract her hand, your form pinched between her fingers drawn further and further away from your wife. "If you don't say anything soon, I'll have my boys here escort you out, roughly." She cackled, hand fully drawn back to her, now dropping you back into the valley of her cleavage, giving her breasts a little pat to get you nice and squished between them. From your soft, fleshy prison, you could vaguely make out Sarah sitting down in the distance, still looking pissed as all hell.
"...What kind of deal?" She finally asked, if not reluctantly. High above, Rouge smirked. You shuddered, not even the gentlest of Rouge's grins bearing nothing but malice and cold thoughts for whoever they were directed at. You figured your cousin-goddess had done nothing but cruel deeds since the day she began walking, and it wouldn't end here. She no doubt had quite evil intent directed at Sarah as whatever 'deal' she thought of would end in misery for both you and your wife. From what you could gather from television and news articles, all read or watched while you were worshiping your wife or daughters, Rouge had never lost a deal, not once since she became top dog of the biggest company on the planet, her hands in every other business and trade, either through true speaking skills, backstabbing, or deception.
"I'm so glad you asked." The demon chuckled, snapping her fingers, sounding more like a jet engine taking off to you. In a few motions, one of the burly men who had jumped to her side earlier stepped forward towards Sarah, holding out a stack of documents. Your wife slowly took them, beginning to read the top page. "I sort of knew this day would come one day, Sarah dear." Rouge went on, casually examining her nails. "I would finally have what was rightfully mine, this little slave right here, and you'd try to bargain for me. Right there in your hands is my terms and conditions, a contract so that the two of us can both win here."
"I...I don't understand..." Sarah mumbled, shuffling through the papers, seemingly sweating a bit. You had never seen her nervous, not ever.
"What's not to understand?" She-devil asked with a small laugh. "All you have to do is sign on the dotted line. Or, you could choose to walk out, and leave little Luke here," She rubbed the top of your head with a finger, smushing you deeper into the side of her boob, almost suffocating you. "With me, and you'll never see him again. I'll make sure my staff never let's you on the premises again if you step out that door without signing."
"..."
"Go on then, make your choice. I'm a very busy woman, and I haven't got all day." Rouge said in a mockingly playful sing-song voice. She once again snapped her fingers. "Borus, get Sarah here a pen."
Another one of her bodyguards stepped out and snapped out a pen towards Sarah, who took it slowly, attention somewhere in the middle of the stack of papers in the contract that had been handed to her. After several agonizingly slow minutes, the scratch of a pen against paper echoed through the room, sealing whatever fate Sarah had signed herself to.
"Good!" Rouge clapped, sounding almost giddy. "We'll have preparations set up for you in a few moments. Here, you can spend some time with the slave while I'm making sure these idiots don't ruin everything." Your purple-clad mistress pinched you up and almost carelessly flung you in the direction towards Sarah, you fortunately caught you in both of her hands, palms cradled around you like protective walls. She opened up her hands and looked down at you almost warily.
"...Hello insect." She said, no doubt a bit of an angry, but worried tone in her voice. "You better be worth what I just did."
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