As the saying goes, any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. The opposite holds true as well; any sufficiently advanced magic is indistinguishable from technology. Particularly when that technology was based on Mad Science, and thus touched on the deeper, more raw layers of existence that both technology and magic drew on.

However, that did not mean that even advanced technology was a good matchup against advanced magic, or vice-versa. Magic let people draw on greater amounts of power than they themselves could ever hope to generate, but that linkage was often interruptible or required particularly precise rituals to contain it. Technology was much harder to adapt on the fly to respond to shifts in magical techniques. A high-tech hero going up against a magic user was a roll of the dice for both of them.

Dr. Setta Flamowitz, the Iron Dragon, had incorporated a certain amount of anti-magic shielding into her regular armor, and she'd made other armors that were specifically designed to go up against magical opponents. But the tradeoff for making anti-magic armor was that it usually wasn't as protective against more mundane threats, and didn't have anywhere near the strength boosts. So that only came out when she knew she had a particularly important magical opponent that for some reason she needed to take on, instead of letting one of the magic-type heroes deal with it.

But when a particularly nasty demon-summoner was in town, everybody had to pitch in. And the demons themselves were no joke; it took some heavy-duty firepower to discorporate them and force them to return to their home planes. They were heavy hitters, too, though most of their non-punching attacks were based on fire, which gave her a notable advantage. The Iron Dragon led the strike team that broke through the demonic defenses to let a trio of casters take on the summoner himself.

Unfortunately, the summoner did have some other tricks up his sleeve. Like a reverse-summoning spell that he launched at the magical trio. And Setta, saving the day once again, intercepted that spell herself. The casters were free to launch their own attack, while the empty Iron Dragon armor collapsed to the floor.

And Setta found herself stark naked in the demonic realms. A place she was quietly not unfamiliar with. Victory City was looping in time, as per the Unspoken Accords, with the Warper Council maintaining the game endlessly. Or at least for now. Whatever conditions might lead to the loops ending, nobody knew. But in some long-ago loop, Setta had signed a deal with a hellhound. And that deal had persisted across the loops. As soon as she learned of the deal's existence in any loop, she was bound to honor its terms.

Which meant in this case, when she immediately heard the word "Heel!" ring in her head, she had no option but to immediately spread her wings and fly stark naked across the netherworld, face burning as demons laughed and leered. The tower that the hellhound had been bound into quickly came into view. As long as she was down here, she had to absolutely obey the Tower-Hound's commands. But being bound to him meant no other demon could have her, making her relatively safe. Just humiliated.

Particularly when the Tower-Hound had reformed his original body, waiting in the window for her to land. Sitting upright with his erect cock on display. One of the first orders he'd given her was to admire his cock. And even as her feet were hitting down, she couldn't take her eyes off of it. That fat knot, so commandingly dominant, ready to make her pussy or her ass wail as it forced its way in and out. The thick shaft, so hot and pulsing, eager to violate her most intimate depths and leave her bawling for mercy. Those heavy balls, full of dark thick demonic cum, ready to stain and taint her as the Tower-Hound pleased. The natural electrodes like metal studs behind the knot, able to send potent blasts of electrical stimulation directly into her labia while she was knotted onto him, making her howl and cum at his whim.

Before she could even stop herself, she'd landed and gone smoothly to her knees, bending forward, kissing that fat tip while her hand went between her legs and her tail raised in the air, presenting the view of her embarrassed masturbation and submission for all to view through the window. She was soaked already and all he'd given was that one word of command.

He nodded with his chin in a circular motion, and she understood. She turned to present her profile to the window. And he mounted her, demonic forelegs wrapping around her waist as his cock slammed into her pussy and made her howl out. He laughed and ordered, "Speak."

And she couldn't keep her mouth shut once he said that. "Ah! NNNNGH! Oh fuck! Your magnificent cock is destroying my pussy! It's wrecking me! You're pounding so deep inside, spoiling my most intimate treasures and it feels so good! Fuck! My cuntlips are aching with your knot stretching them back and forth every thrust and I love feeling those fat doggy balls slapping between my legs! It feels so good having you conquering my pussy over and over! Having your cock putting me in my place makes me cream like your little bitch!" And on, and on, and on, her lips babbled and her face burned, head swimming as he forcefully rutted her. She came within seconds, and couldn't stop, but even as she howled out orgasms, she knew they were just a prelude. The netherworld wasn't bound by mortal physics - or mortal biology. She came, and came, and came, milking his cock as he took her, as that utterly dominant cock mockingly destroyed her dignity.

And when he came inside her, she screamed, as the demon-orgasm blasted her. Dark, sticky demon-cum defiled her pussy, her tunnel, her womb, her ovaries, seeping everywhere inside her, that fat knot locking in place and preventing her from doing anything to even try to preserve herself from the contamination. Tied in place, her pussylips were pressed against those electrodes - and she screamed out again as he laughed atop her, making her head buzz with achingly overpowered orgasms over and over and over.

She yelped out when he pulled out, still hard, that knot forcing her whimpering folds to stretch again as it emerged. He nodded again with his head, not bothering to speak; she knew what he meant. She turned and rolled onto her back, feet under her, knees bent, legs spread, presenting that cream-pied cunt through the window for all the demons to see. And the Tower-Hound mounted her face, fat length resting on her tongue. Her hands went to her naked pussy, feeling the demon-cum mocking her on her fingers. He casually came in her mouth, flooding it, making her cheeks bulge - and then thrust in, driving his still-hard cock down her throat, heavy sweaty balls bouncing against her nose, making her inhale the acrid scent of his exertions.

He laughed atop her as she masturbated in the evidence of her disgrace, her throat pulsing around his cock, thick loads of demoncum flooding her stomach as she drank in the scent of his balls. Her pussylips were sore and begging her to stop, but the feeling of rubbing that dark desecration into them was so humiliatingly servile, so mortifyingly lewd, so utterly obedient to that wonderful cock, that she just couldn't stop.

Some unknowable length of time later, he decided for one reason or another that her stomach was full enough, her pussy sore enough, and he ordered, "Roll over." She obeyed, and her arms and legs sank into the stone of the tower, as he reshaped it as his whim to encase them, leaving her ass raised, once more in profile to the window. When his tip touched her helpless pucker, she found herself snapping out of that thoughtless submission - and her face burned hot as he slowly spread her ring.

"So... tell me about events above," he conversationally commanded. Her cheeks blazed as he slowly sank into her tight ass, but she couldn't stop. She told him all about the summoner. About other heroic goings-on around town. Politics. International affairs. Everything she could think of. All while he slowly and casually let that thick shaft slide back and forth through her humiliated anus, slow-fucking her, making her full aware that his wonderful cock was mocking her, making her enjoy and even be comforted by the humiliating strokes through her rosebud, no matter how she might resist such intrusion normally.

He was quite interested in the reverse-summoning spell that had sent her down, making her relate every detail she had seen of the spell being cast. "A potent spell indeed. Intended to keep three magicians captive down here. With several layers of obfuscation to hide where precisely its targets went, to ensure that rescuers will have a long and arduous search to find them. Or, in this case, to find you. I should have a nice long playtime, this time. Much more than your monthly visits." He laughed in her ear, and then said, "Speak."

And she blurted out, "It feels so humiliating and comfortable to have your cock buried in my ass with your knot rubbing my asshole like that, all patronizing and mocking and playful and threatening at the same time while you wiggle your hips to grind it. I hate having your cock in my ass and I'm so turned on by how you were able to make me enjoy it in just one stroke at the same time. I'm looking forward to being your helpless fuck-pet for months and having my dignity ripped to shreds endlessly while you laugh and make me cum like a bitch!"

And he laughed, his paw reaching down between her legs to play crudely with her cunt, making her shudder and howl under him. He'd drawn so much power from those contractually-obligated 'sacrifices' over the time loops, and even more in those loops where he'd managed to train her to summon herself to him *beyond* what the contract demanded. And it was indeed so amusing, so satisfying, to feel her pride crumbling under him, her dignity raising its metaphorical ass in submission. When the loops ended, someday, and if she then ended up back in his power after that... well, he'd had plenty of time already to determine the best way to amuse himself with that tight scaly ass. No reason not to keep going once he had forever. And if she didn't end up in his clutches then? Well. Wouldn't be the first denizen of Paradise to summon herself to a demon now and then...