It Is Good to Be the Demon
Chapter 26

Copyright© 2015 by DEMONMASTER62

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 26 - One Night at the club, The Demon comes out to "play". I was going to end it there, but there are too many experiences not to share them. Some will be flashbacks to set up happenings that occur in the present. I wish there was just a D/s genre, as BDSM is too strong. And no, they aren't the same.

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   Incest   Mother   Father   Daughter   DomSub   MaleDom   Humiliation   Rough   Sadistic   Spanking   Anal Sex   Analingus   First   Fisting   Oral Sex   Voyeurism   BBW   Public Sex  

I called Holly first, "Hello Sir! this is a nice surprise."

"It's not nice or happy, My Love. You love Adrian as much as I do, don't you?"

"With all of my heart. She and Amy are the sisters I never had. There is no kind of love that beats that."

"Agreed. I need you to get out of class somehow in about 5 minutes, and go straight to the office. you will be needed." I explained what I knew so far. She, like me, was very unsure how it would be taken. We agreed that we needed to be ready for anything.

I then called Adrian. I told her to go to the office and sign herself out for the day. I told her what I knew, so that she would understand the request.

She agreed. Her manner very stoic. That worried me a bit. I told her that I would be waiting in the "Pick up/Drop off" area in 15 minutes. She just quietly acknowledged it.

She and Holly were old enough to sign themselves out. Amy, of course wasn't. I also knew that if I didn't call her, life would be hell when the dust settled.

After she calmed down, I told her what I needed from her. She agreed. She didn't like having to wait until the end of school, but I pointed out that unlike Adrian and Holly, she had a car. She would be able to get there when she could.

Some kind of intuition told me that I might need one little thing. I searched and found it. It looked just right.

Even with the short call to Amy, and getting the little item from my dresser, I still made it there 5 minutes early. Adrenaline does that, I guess. They joined me very shortly, and we headed for the Hospital.

Lord, how this place has grown. I remember being there at age 12, because my mom had broken her ankle. It was called "Orange Memorial" then. It was changed while I was in the NAVY to "Orlando Regional Medical Center" Which after a couple of years was officially shortened to "O.R.M.C.". The main hospital still carries that name. But with the acquisitions of Lucerne, Winnie Palmer, Arnold Palmer, and MD Anderson, it all fell under the umbrella of "Orlando Health". In the present, MD Anderson is no longer part of it, they moved on. And even though the original building is still there, they have now added a large tower with many rooms and beds.

I don't know why all of that was important to say/write. Nerves, I guess.

Adrian was next to me, just looking straight ahead. Her jaw was set hard, and there really was no way to figure which way her thoughts were going. Holly was in back trading worried glances with me via the rear view. She was ready to support Adrian in any way she could.

Since I had never said anything, it seemed clear that Adrian had shared the story with Holly. I think part of the worried glances between us, was how far would this set Adrian back?

She had been happy, and not letting her emotional scars define her. Was she strong enough to weather this and not lose ALL of the headway she had made?

We could only hope. And be there for her.

Lucille met us at the entrance. Amy had called and told her we were on the way.

Adrian, just followed Lucille as we got in the elevator. She just stood there staring straight ahead for the entire ride up. Lucille then led us to a "Family Room". These are rooms where loved ones and extended family wait, when death seems imminent.

I had spent time in one of these myself, when I lost my mother in this very Hospital back in '98.

The patient was usually moved to a room, so that space was opened in the ICU.

Lucille spoke very softly with Adrian for a few minutes. Adrian nodded her head, and followed Lucille out. Holly and I just looked at each other. We were hurting for our girl, very badly. We finally just sat down, holding hands. 10 minutes later, Adrian walked into the room, still with that very stoic demeanor. Lucille followed her in and placed a hand on her shoulder.

Adrian just turned to Lucille and went into her arms, crying. Lucille just held her.

We all heard Lucille's name called to report to the Main Lobby Information Desk. Holly stood up and took Adrian in her arms. They cried a bit together. Suddenly, Adrian remembered that I was there, I guess. She was in my lap in a flash crying into my shoulder.

"He looks so bad." she said through the tears. "I want so much to not care, but I do. Mainly, for my mom. He is all she's ever known since she was 15. If he does go, what will she do?"

My phone rang. Adrian just put her head on my shoulder, so that I could answer it.

It was Lucille. "Sir, the wife and son are here. I have no choice but to bring them up. Try to prepare her, please?"

I just replied, "Yes, I'll do my best."

I hung up, and in the softest voice I could manage, I told her who was on the way up.

She immediately put that stoic demeanor back in place, though she did whisper, "Don't leave me alone, Sir. I need you more right now than I ever have before."

She reached over to take Holly's hand and squeeze it. Then she stood to face what was coming.

It was kind of anti-climactic at first. Her Mother never looked her in the eyes as she went and sat in another chair. I've never seen such a "beaten down" woman in my life. She, like Lucille, had gotten pregnant at a very young age, by a man that scared the shit out of her. She married him. After Adrian was born he just took the mother anytime he wanted her. When she reached legal age, she really wasn't useful to him anymore. So, he abused the shit out of her. Anytime he did have sex with her, it was only to berate her and tell her what he had in mind for his daughter once she "started bleedin'". Of course, she had to know that some things were happening long before that event.

Of course I didn't know any of this until the aftermath. Even Adrian learned a few things she hadn't known. So this is how a woman in her 30's became to look like she was in her 60's. She couldn't get the help that Lucille had, because she had married her rapist.

Junior was exactly what I expected. Big, and wearing a shirt and hat that both had Confederate flags on them. He obviously had "chew" in his gums, and a very arrogant look. I would never know for sure, but I just knew that I was looking at a younger carbon copy of the father. He just gave Adrian a nasty look as he went by her to sit next to his mother.

If he thought he was going to intimidate Adrian, he was sadly mistaken. She had grown in her time with me. Not in stature, but in self. He was nothing to her. That was written plainly on her face. Her look only softened a little when she looked at her mother.

Junior decided he needed to stare down the other male in the room. He looked away in 10 seconds. I guess my seething anger was showing a little too clearly.

He tried to give Holly a good "look over". He must have felt my stare and looked at me long enough to see the slow shake of my head.

He looked elsewhere.

Lucille finally came back in and told the mother that she could see him now. She cut Junior right off with, "Only one at a time, Sir."

Only those that knew her well would pick up the dripping disdain underneath her polite words and tone.

Adrian had sat next to me. She expected confrontation, but sensed that it wouldn't be right now.

When both girls each took a hand of mine and held it. He just sat there and steamed.

I really needed to make a phone call so that I knew just what had happened.

When the mother was brought back in, and Junior was taken to the room. Adrian went to speak to her mother. They were deep into a quiet conversation.

I told Holly that I would be right outside, and to come get me right away if Adrian needed me.

I dialed a number that I rarely called. I didn't even get to ask. The story was told quickly. My friends were not involved in the beating in any way. Apparently the father and the uncle had been molesting two other girls. 14 year old twins. He had them as scared as Adrian had been. Uncle Bobby had gotten drunk and told someone who happened to be a good friend of the twin's father. My friends had been in the bar when 3 guys with ball bats walked in the door. They just left, as they knew one of the guys was the father. No need to stick around and be witnesses for what they knew was about to happen.

Then my phone went dead. No worries on either end. Good.

I had also been told that "Uncle Bobby" hadn't been there at the bar.

I walked back into the room right behind Junior, who obviously didn't see me. He went right to Adrian and started hissing threats in her face. She stood up and he pushed her into the wall as he continued his threats.

I could have gotten crazy and then gone straight to jail. But, when The Demon gets pissed. He gets very cold, and very low toned. The girls knew this very well.

I held up my phone and said, "Say Cheese".

I took the picture just as he looked at me.

He got all bowed up, still holding her to the wall, "What the fuck was that?!"

"I was just taking the "Before" picture. You are not going to look good at all in the "After" picture."

"AWW Fuck you! I am her fucking brother!"

Still in Demon voice I said, "I don't care if you are the fucking President. The best thing you can do is get out of my Fiance's face. Want to try me?"

Now, I'm no Bad ass by any means. But when you grow up with the father that I had, you get tough quick. Add in the Military thing, and I can usually make a good showing for myself. I've taken my share of ass kickings, believe me. But, I've won more than I've lost.

Add in the whole "Demon" demeanor, and you learn quick not to mess with me or mine.

The funny thing was that you could almost feel the air sucked right out of the room for a few seconds, after I dropped the "F" word, and I don't mean "Fuck".

"I don't see no ring on her fucking finger!" came when he could speak again.

"Spoken like a true product of your upbringing"

While he was trying to figure that out, I walked straight toward him, with my hand in my pocket. I found the little thing I had brought with me. He backed up ever so slightly as I invaded his space.

"Adrian honey, You left this on the sink again, this morning." I said as I gave her a small gold ring with a diamond on it.

She never missed a beat, "Thank you, Sweetheart. I thought I had lost it." as she slipped it on the correct finger. It looked like I had guessed right on the size.

Now I was directly in his face as well as his space.

He backed off and sat down.

"If you and your mother would like to finish your chat, you may sit over here, Baby."

Which is exactly what they did.

I looked down to wink at Holly, only to find her looking at me as if I was some kind of "God". I took her hand and she followed me out of the door.

As soon as we were clear, she stuffed her tongue down my throat. When I finally broke the kiss to get some air she said, "That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen, and you have shown me a lot of hot things. Take me into that men's room and make me suck you, no matter who comes in!"

"No pet. We will, but right now it is about Adrian, not us."

"Of course, Sir." I saw the start of a pout, but she covered it quickly.

"Good girl"

We walked back in the room. Holly did ask Adrian to excuse her for a minute, and she would be right back.

I thought she was going, so that she could break the rule.

I was wrong.

She was back in 5 minutes, with a very satisfied look on her face. Again, I thought the worst.

Again, I was wrong. Though it would take a couple of hours to find that out.

They each made the trip to the room and back, 3 times, rotating one at a time. The prick was hanging on, somehow.

Amy must have tore up the roads. An hour after school let out, and running my errand, she was at the Hospital. She was sticking very close to Adrian, giving Junior that look that could wilt flowers. I bet that by this time, he was wishing he hadn't worn those Rebel flags.

 
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