The reaper enters the room with his dark cloak swaying to the sudden but cooling breeze. Just as the breeze faded, (that turned out to be the reapers sigh) The shadow figure speaks. "You have been given a second chance at life. by the cost of your loved one... Madison..." Demon Girl (as she is well known to be) Was taken aback... It just turns out. Her sisters name was Madison. But in fact, It WAS her sister who was damned to hell. "What wrong did my sister commit to be put to suffer?" Said Demon Girl. Who just relized the tentacles stopped using her like a slut and all disappeared allowing her to finally bend her joints on her own and not the will of the demons... The Chamber she was in reeked of old/fresh cum as well as sweat and a strange smell. The smell of shame.
He spoke again
"She has killed a man for trying to rape her... as well as his college friends for cheering him on" she heard a mrrw of laughter from him
-Go figure- she thought... Being the older sister she thought the young one would follow by HER example. So she told her to go by there moms... stay a virgin till your married "She has heard you were here by Peter by the pearly gates, then when she heard from me of the time you will be spending being my minions toy... she sacrificed her soul to save you... in which you are now freed."
Demon Girl was frozen... then after 5 minutes of silence... she fell to her knees and cried. Tears falling as if from the sky she realized... -these are my tears... Tears I haven’t seen for ages... and I can feel emotion... Emotions I haven’t felt since...-
The Reaper walking out the door said "I shall allow you a half hour with your sister. As the limit for hell" -Six hours to say goodbye to my sister... Or talk her out of it-
There was much conflict in Demon Girl... Does she wish for her sister to be damned Just so she can live a life... or will she Talk with the reaper himself... and make a deal to allow her sister to serve her 10 years... instead of 100 souls... -100 lives... You do the math...-
She stood up from the wet floor and walked to the door... when It hit her... like a wall... there in front of her was... Her sister... They both fell to the ground and stared at each other... then they hugged... The scent of her sisters hair saved her from the lust... the lust for freedom...
Seeing her sister gave her a sense of pride... Knowing her family was really never "together"
Meaning she was alone most of the time... So she sought for somewhere to... Feel loved...
That's how she ended up here...
Another look back at her life... It was mainly used... and tormented... and hurt...
And every slutty desire, every hurt she brought as she made loving men submit to her and cheat on there loved ones. She felt that pain... and if she can have that Second chance... She wouldn’t be who she is now... a slut.
she let go of her sister and stood up in the dark room...
"Why did you do it?"
Her sister was already crying.
In tears her sister said. "I love you... I heard of the pain you would encounter and that you already had... I knew what I was gonna do... I love you... and I never...want to see you in anymore pain..." Her sister cried aloud...
Is this it... would she even be able to look at herself... Its not the fact her sister is giving her life for her... but its the fact that SHE... DEMON GIRL... would be the one who would damn her to eternal Submission and torture...
Can she live with this burden on her heart.
She will not allow such an act. Especially for her.
"You must not do this sister. I have been through this and you must not follow my path. I love you but I will not stand for this."
"But I already signed the Agreement..."
She said with a sniffle...
She drew her right hand to show 3 Tendrils that form 3 6's...
"I am damned to hell"
"But For MY Mistake... I cant allow this..."
"Its to late sister"
She got up with her head hanging low
"I must do this..."
A lone tear dropped from her face. and turned to steam when it hit the ground.
If Demon Girl wishes to help her lil sister. she must confront. Him.
The gentle pattering of lithe bare feet upon a cold hard surface echoed across the dark room. The fiery, winged redhead rubbed her eyes thoughtfully, lids drooping in obvious fatigue. "Oh, come on," voiced the irritated beauty, "I was trying to get some shuteye.. You think it's easy servicing the fantasies of so many people day and night?"
After several minutes with no response, the girl halted, gazing about the pitch blackness of the cold chamber. She was barely clad, wearing just a skirt, topless and pantyless, nipples fully erect from the chill of the lone cell. Wrapping her arms around herself, just beneath the busty orbs of her chest, she again spoke. "Seriously, what kind of fantasy is this? I'm so cold..." Shivering, the girl looked about more frantically, eyes still unable to adjust to the pure black. "Can I at least get a hint? Humans? Tentacles? ...Animals? Ogres?! Come on!"
Halting to listen, her voice echoing across the black walls for what seemed like an eternity, she finally dropped to her knees out of frustration. Closing her eyes and resting her head on her knees, she sighed. "Well, this ranks up there in the lamest fantasies I've ever been a pa-.." Her voice cut suddenly, shocked as she heard a faint sound; a low, mechanical whirring, soft at first but growing steadily louder. "What the hell...?" She wondered aloud, standing and looking around, still encloaked in blinding darkness.
The girl's eyes bolted shut, a shrill screech escaping her pouty red lips as a radiant light streaked across the halls, exposing the pure white walls of the room, nearly empty but for something mere feet from her... She couldn't make it out as the flash left her temporarily blind, eyes stinging. The whirring grew louder, and the girl grew worried; and, from the dampening she felt betwix her legs, intrigued.
Blinking and rubbing at her poor, irradiated eyeballs, vision gradually returning, the girl's eyes fell upon the object making the now ear-splitting whirring sound. Her sight still blurry, she was unable to make it out at first; silvery, gleaming softly in the hot glow of lighting flooding the chamber. She could distinguish several parts to the thing - which she had decided must be some kind of machine - and as her vision returned to near perfection, she gasped, finally in full realization of what stood before her...
One large, low-back seat, comfortably padded, several violent looking appendages, tentacle-like with various objects adorning their tips; studded dildoes, vibrators, large gape-inducing spheres, even what appeared to be a rubber drill... It was a sex machine... By far the most advanced and well designed she'd ever dreamt of...
She approached the contraption, awestruck by its shimmering metallic form. Her fingers brushed the leather seat, fondles the stiff alloy and cold, stimulating rubber... When suddenly, a small red light blinked on above the seat; "Program initiated," spoke a disembodied, robotic voice. Her eyes went wide and she tried to back away, but too late; the metal tendrils whipped out at her faster than her eyes could trace them, wrapping around her legs and tugging. As she collapsed towards the ground, head-first, she tried hard to grasp on to what she was sure were her last moments of consciousness....
Eyes shut tight, she felt herself suddenly jerked upwards, two more tendrils having caught her around the arms. Relieved, momentarily, she tilted her head, gazing at the machine as it kicked into full action; the whirring was quickly droned out by the metallic clanking of a dozen or so mechanical devices twisting and contorting, driving towards her suspended body. Unable to move, stunned by the sight which, given all she'd been through, should not have surprised her at all; but, nonetheless, froze her in mid-air. She didn't kick or struggle as the many probes began brushing against her, feeling her up, lifting her skirt and rubbing across her most sacred parts.
The tentacles binding her arms and legs brought her down slowly, the rest still working over her body as she was placed gently upon the sex seat, heavy metal clamps securing her legs and arms. Snapping back to her senses, she cried out; "Let's not get carried away here..! I mean, take your time... No need to all go at me at once..." And, as if they understood, all but a few of the probing tendrils backed off, leaving 4 rubbing at her prone body. 2 of them were adorned by large, brutal looking dildo tips, covered in hard rubber studs for that extra kick of stimulation; another was some kind of soft plastic, and it seemed to glisten slightly with a synthetic lubricant; and the last, one of those frightening, buzzing drills. "Uhmm... Would one at a time be too much to ask?" And again, as if in immediate response, all four began to advance, responding as one with a resounding "no", her legs being tugged up to allow full access to her holes - all of her holes - her toes curling in anticipation. A large dildo-headed tentacle began to force against her dripping cunt, for she was indeed aroused despite her protests, making its way into her slutty canal gradually. The soft looking appendage seemed intent on breaching her mouth, and though at first she kept her lips tightly shut, within moments she had succumbed, leaving her hot little mouth open and ready for the mechanical throat-pounding.
The other dildo - slightly smaller than the first, but undeniably still large - approached her little rosebud rear, her tight, un-lubricated ring pulsing with anticipation, fully aware of its imminent punishment "It's too tight! That'll never go in dry!" She tried to scream, but all that came out through the thick toy probing her throat were muffled groans of satisfaction and fear. As the hard tip pressed into her tush, she shifted and clenched her rump, soft butt globes rubbing against the leather seat, unable to struggle away through the bonds holding her down. Pain wracked her body as the tip entered, stretching her anus before receding, apparently deciding this course of action was as ineffective as the girl said it would be. The depth the machine made into her pussy was impressive; as her mind focused less upon the pain of her back side, she realized it was penetrating her vagina fully, pushing against the back of her tunnel and brushing hard across her cervix, threatening to force past that barrier as well.
Drooling around the soft, pilant rod entering the back of her throat, she realized it was still secreting its own fluid; a tingly liquid, slightly sweet... Enjoyable, to tell the truth. She wondered if the machine had confused its intended targets; this one seemed the perfect fit for her back end. The drill remained passive.. but ever imposing.. as the dildo at her rear began its assault once more, the tip slamming into her hole and causing her to groan, biting down upon the intrusive toy as her hole is stretched again, loosening but still not nearly able to accept the appendage forcing itself upon her. "Can't you see it's not going in?!" She thought to herself, eyes shut tight as her body is abused, the intense mixture of pleasure and pain forcing her into a strange sort of out of body bliss. Lost in her thoughts, she almost failed to notice as the large dildo once again withdrew from her bruised ass. Relieved, she focused entirely on the deep pumping of her leaking snatch, her muscles instinctively gripping and milking the unyielding shaft, the robotic force never losing its rhythm. Keeping in time with it, she began to drift off again; in this state, she never would've pieced together the purpose of the second dildo was merely to loosen her up, nor would she notice as the buzzing, powerful pleasure drill began a perilous journey towards her abandoned back chute...
"Ughnn!!!"
The girls cries of passion sounded through the caverns of hell. Echoed only by similar cries from other wings. The tingling in her loins quickly dispersing. As it usually did in her solitary torture. Her crime was Lust and she was paying dearly.
"Augh!!!"
Her body arched as she flushed and shuddered into a final orgasm. The tendril snaking into her depths, stilled and finally burst into seminal fluid.
FLASH The vision invading her consciousness. the showing of the crime committed, a simple visit to the local video rental store. A racy flick and a wiggle of the hips under her mini-skirt. She'd used this trick many a time forstealing a quick movie. With a low-cut shirt, forward bend, and pout. Any sales clerk would feel...obligated. To let her browse for as long as she like. After which when her selection was made. And money was mentioned, a quick lunge forward and an open mouthed embrace would quickly escalate to further.. more...provocative actions. After which the pimply teens are too satisfied to notice that she made off with not only the movies but his job too.
"I was probably doing that guy a favor." she muttered spitefully as the vision faded, the semen dripping down her legs had started dissipating. And the next tendril would start this erotic process over again. Intercourse, vision, intercourse, for what seemed like years. But in all actuality she'd been imprisoned little over a month. She thought to that point she'd seen them all.
2 The tentacles. They were relentless, much like her own libido. They saw one thing and they wanted it more than life itself. They WOULD have it. They were born of unfulfilled feelings and urges. Urges sometimes so tight they could even choke up a demon.
But she was gravely mistaken when she assumed the tentacles came to limits of colors and shapes or activity. Docile Greens, Binding Blues, Aggressive Yellow, and Passive Purple. She didn't have to think beyond what her own vision told her to be so. Always a predictable color, shape, and experience. So when she noted a sudden lapse in time between the next curious fingerling, she questioned;
"Wha? What’s going on? Am I free to go?" she managed to squeak to the reaper guarding her. She got her answer before the guard had a chance to speak. Her own movements, A tugging at her chains told her that it was merely just a momentary pause. Usually only between "Visits" were she bound to prevent escape. After all, slave to her body she was, once stimulation started she seeked nothing more than release. And release alone would sate her huger. So much so that in a cruel twist of fate the chains slacken and dissipate as if smoke once a hormonal frenzy ensues. Her hips moving, twitching, her mind screaming "The Chains!! Move Stupid!!" But still she remains, a metronome of sex uncontrolled.
The guard looked up and checked his clipboard.
"Nay...I have not your retrial forms yet. Patience be upon ye. A visitor approaches. One whom you should know well enough. "He is to come ."
The Reaper rasped in a voice akin to nails on a chalkboard. The woman wondered about this "Retrial" the Reaper spoke of with dread. This wasn't the only time he had mentioned it. But the only Logical thing would be to "Retry" the gauntlet again..
3 With the first miserable failure still in presence, she was in no way ready or willing for a second go. In no way but for how horny the thought of it made her.
That horniness turned to sheer horror as she witnessed the grotesquerie snailing along the ground. A slug around one meter tall by three meters long. A disgusting color between a mix of olive green, grey, and bile. Leaving a thick trail of slime that reminds of an oil slick only clear. As she watches this "thing" slither slowly towards her it dawns. The knowledge of what this repugnant blob is going to do to her. In a panic tugging, jerking, tearing at her solid bindings, she pleads with the Reaper.
"please let me go!!! oh God! Its coming!!" For the love of God, Let me the fuck out you bastard!!!" She screams. The guardsman merely grated back cooly.
"All those without birth may not be "Bastards.' And I shalt not release your chains. You sowed the seed the event upon your mortal coil. This ordeal is the very fruit of your own harvest not mine! You shall stay till after this one is through!"
Demons girls head snapped from despair to reluctant hope with the coming of this last sentence. Pondering his choice of words She exclaimed: "I shall stay till after [und]"This one"[und] is though? You mean after this last one I'm free?"
"One should nary be worried about future events. They shall come regardless of worry or anticipation. Behold your next Victim awaits!"
She only had time to yelp before two tendril from the slugs gelatinous body reached out and started to slither up her boot. Upwards it went to her knee slowly. and continuously worked a coil around the creamy skin of her upper thigh. As she tried to move, to test her new restraints she was shocked to find they were as iron. Always shocked was she at the strength of these tendrils. Like arm wrestling a silverback gorilla using a literal toothpick. It was an act of futility to resist. so she usually didn't.
4 Her attention snapped back when the two coils pulled and lifted her off the floor. Being held horizontally stationary. As it ever so slowly crawled beneath her, brushing her whole backside as it went. Sending chill after chill up and down her spine as the minutes ticked by. Slowly... Ever so slowly it situated itself directly underneath her, Its highest point touching ever so lightly below the small of her back.
She watched in growing arousal as two more tendrils circled up her hips. Then in a wrack of shudders she stared in wonder of why they were moving away from her genitalia. But moving up her body in a torturing caress never moving more than a centimeter a minute. Up around her hips, up the stomach and down around the sides of her breasts.
She was then noticing that not only was it not going for any erogenous areas. Which was sheer torture. But it seemed to want to limit her movement as much as possible. Then in her rising sexual haze she noticed the coils around her were warm, unusually warm and throbbing. A tingling being left where contact is creating a near ghosting effect, like the coil caressing that part even though visually its on a different part altogether. This left her with a mix of dread and anticipation for what was still to come.
5 By this time the tentacles found there way up the sides of her chest, slightly brushing the perfect mounds of her breasts. Not making and detours despite her rapidly increasing breaths. They came up on to her chest and followed suit up to her shoulders. Then mimicking the events of her thighs, willed itself down her arms, binding as though she were in cement.
Exacerbated and sexually frustrated she tries talking to it;
"Please..Uh..just do what...Oh,God..do what you will and...Ahh..just hurry dammit! Hurryyy!"
She knew pleading with the creature was pointless but with how hungry she was she couldn't even think straight. Muddleheaded she re-pleaded her message again. When the monster made its move.
It slowly let her down onto its slimy back. Much to her Chagrin she found that the shackles had dissipated once again.
"Figures the only time I'm not already in a raging orgasm that those shackles are gone, and I'm stuck here playing with frozen snot molasses!" she said.
The pulsating warmth did wonders to change her train of thought. First just as the tendrils it was nice. Now rising up around her it was maddening! Conforming around her slim waist and spilling into her navel. At this point her anticipation was like she spent years in an asylum locked away in a straight jacket, unable to be touched for nary ten years. She was rabid for release. She arched her pelvis downward in an attempt to funnel the goo to her apex where the warm pulse would bring sweet release. The goo slowly seeped down her hips as her legs and arms were covered. She was completely laying down on the blob and still seeping in up to her shoulders. Around her shoulders abd up the sides of her torso. up the sides of her breasts.
6 The funneled goo traversing down to her now waiting maw neared the edge. And with more of and animalistic grunt than word she gasped "yess.." As she arched her pelvis down further. On the threshold just as it was to pass, the goo stopped and retracted away from her hopeful gates. Noting this outrage she flew into a mournful wail. Then she noticed she wasn't sinking any longer. Her whole body submerged, sake her face, breasts, and crotch lay naked and barren. The pulsating warmth driving her near insanity.
Slowly her legs were parted and hope shone on brightly. Finally an end to her suffering was in sight! But her premature hopes were dashed as easy as they rose. For the last meter of the slug stretched and curled up over a foot away from her in a wide, fat, scorpion tail fashion. Its stinger a glorious looking phallic appendage. The "cock" was in sight. And with her gaping vagina she was more than waiting for it.
