Eventually, you exhaust yourself punching the grinning demon and fall flat on your back, panting for breath. He seizes the opportunity to, um, seize your ankles, and proceeds to drag you unceremoniously into your bedroom. He hurls you onto your bed with no effort, and for a moment you resume your struggles, but soon he is on top of you again and you realize the fight is lost. He conjures shackles from thin air and cuffs your hands and feet to your bedposts. You are now naked and spread-eagle, straddled by a demon--it might be possible for things to get any worse, but you aren't sure how.
"Mmmm," he says, sniffing your helpless form deeply. "I love the smell of sweat and fear. It gets me so ... horny." Your eyes are drawn to the bulge in what passes for his underwear. With a snap of his fingers, the garment is gone, leaving only his 15-inch-long, 4-inch-wide, fully-erect penis. It throbs with unholy lust for a moment, and then the demon thrusts it into your virgin asshole. He pumps you hard and fast and long, lasting twenty minutes before he cums inside of you. His seed burns as it makes its way through you.
"All right, slave," the demon says, rising off of you. "Now my task can truly begin! I'm going to get some things from your kitchen; don't go anywhere." With a wink, he leaves. You lie back and contemplate your fate--what did you do to deserve this? Before you can come up with an answer, the demon returns, bearing a plate of cold cuts, a bucket of fried chicken, and a six-pack of beer. He sets them to either side of you (keeping the beer next to himself), and straddles you again, his still-erect penis positioned right against your poor, abused ass.
"Here's the deal," he says. "You're going to eat these yummy cold cuts and this delicious chicken, or I'm going to fuck you twice. And if you refuse again, three times. Unlike you mortals, I can go at it as much as I want, so don't think you can wait me out. So what's it gonna be? You want some chicken?"