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In Hell Part 3Jennie was moaning.She was in the dark, chained to a demonic machine, phantom hands all over her naked form. Over her perky little breasts, between her quivering thighs, along her belly. She felt warm, loved… terrified.Whatever resolve led her to sacrifice herself for Catherine was gone. She wanted out. She wanted out now, before the hands get bolder and start playing with her nipples and her clitoris. She wanted to struggle, break out, kick that demonic asshole in the dick, confront the Lord of Hell that doomed her to a helpless slut’s fate. Climb out of Hell if she had to, even cast herself into the lava if it could stop the rising delight. Because she felt it – something in her was changing.For each moan she couldn’t suppress, she felt dizzy for a few seconds, and the hands crept closer to her unmentionables. For each delightful shiver, her anxiety melted. The more she was ****d, the more she felt like she was being made love to. She was being brought, one gasp at a time, into a state of unguarded consent. Jennie dreaded this outcome as much as she felt its inevitability. If Hell wanted her to become a whore, the only defense she had was her outrage. But as bleak as the situation was, she knew she could resist. Stay true to herself. Stand proud, as a survivor, against the base a****l instincts she was to succumb to.And then the chant started.It was a sick, jumbled mess of alien words, oozing with pure darkness. It was thoroughly unintelligible, yet she felt an icy tingle down her spine as if she had been explained all the horrors of war in a few Lovecraftian words. Yet, the voice itself was soft, young, girly. The voice of a pure, cheerful maiden unmarred by her own obscenities.Jennie’s breath quickened. Something very bad was going to happen, but what ? As if to answer, another hand joined the cacophony of caresses. Just a finger, actually… but its contact outshone all the others. It had such an intense presence that the unfortunate rocker stopped thinking about anything else.”Easier to understand me this way, isn’t it Shinju ?””Yes…”She hadn’t even thought about the answer, or indeed thought of answering at all. She hadn’t wondered who the voice was, why it resonated through her entire being, or why it called her Shinju. She just answered.”Your desire upon the altar summoned me. You’re a feisty little number, aren’t you Shinju ? Thinking of resisting the pleasure…” Purred the voice, halfway between sultry and innocent. “Good choice. My sisters know nothing…the sweetest part is bursa escort always the corruption.””Yes…”The corruption… as she dutifully answered the overwhelming presence, Jennie – or was it Shinju ? – thought back to the day she ran her first con, her heart beating like crazy between excitement and fear. It was good… and yet forever lost.”With me as your queen, Shinju, everything will always be your first time.””Yes…””Forget Amduscias. Now you serve Methalia.”Shinju didn’t even have time to agree. The powerful finger carved pure pleasure into her flesh. The con girl orgasmed on the spot, crying her pleasure and acceptance with all her might. Methalia, her Queen, was branding her, drawing an eldritch pattern of pure demonic force, making Jennie hers for eternity.Only then did her addled mind snapped back to reality.”Oh…oh my GOD NO !””Tee hee hee ! Too late !” Giggled the Lady of Hell.”Stop ! Don’t brand me !” Begged Jennie, tears in her eyes. “I don’t want to be a slut ! Please ! Stop ! PLEEAAAASE !”Methalia didn’t stop. She kept carving her ownership into the frightened young woman, gifting her with mind-shattering orgasms as she branded her sensitive titties. She loved her subjects, even when they’re helplessly trying to rebel against her divine will. Especially so. After all, once her little Shinju is remade, she would love nothing more than being corrupted again by her newest lover.Catherine was outside the silver whorehouse, sitting, her back turned against the wall. The push up-bra was kind of uncomfortable, but the outfit was otherwise a breeze to wear, a far cry from her usual t-shirts and ill-fitting pants. For the first time in her life, she knew she could turn some heads, the lewd costume coaxing out the female curves and beauty even in a homely girl like her. But being sexy did nothing for the anguish in her heart.She could hear her friend cry, possessed by unearthly delights. It very much sounded like she was in the throes of passionate sex, letting the whole world know how hard she was coming, but the actual words weren’t anything positive. Jennie was afraid of the maddeningly intense pleasure. She wanted, pleaded it to stop…And all Catherine could do was listen and weep.But after a few agonizingly long minutes, somebody walked out of the fire pit next to the brothel via a spiraling ramp. Catherine raised her head to look, and saw a demoness. With had pale white skin, the same yellow and black eyes as Chrysaor and two horns protruding from the back of her head and pointing forward above bursa escort bayan her head, she made the pimp look downright human in comparison.She was carrying an emaciated man over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, merrily whistling the melody for that “Heigh Ho” song in Snow White. Her gaze met Catherine’s when she took a turn, and she stopped, let out a compassionate sigh, and made her way to her.”Hey, mate ! Rough landing, was it ?””Yeah, you can s-say that.””I’m sorry you had to be taken by my bloody sod of a brother.””C-c-chrysaor’s your brother ?””Afraid so. He’s a total creep, he is. I sure wish he would take up honest demon work instead of that Succubus crap.”The demoness tossed the skinny man on the crimson ground, and summoned a small bottle of Flag Porter beer, ignoring the damned’s pained whimpers.”Name’s Elcira. Want a cold one ?””Why not…I’m C-Catherine.”Cheers !” Exclaims Elcira as she created another beer. “And welcome to the ol’ Malebolge.”The nerdy girl brings the beverage to her lips and is pleasantly surprised to find it perfectly cooled. She’s never been a fan of British beer, but this one came as much comfort.”So…d-d-do you know any succubi ?””Ha, like I have a choice, mate. Our dear Lord,” she air-quoted while pointing at the giant stage in the distance, “Is a bloody prick. Literally. I think that brain of his is basically just a bellend. So naturally he tries to turn his territory into bloody Vegas.””Ah ? The city looks p-p-pretty normal though…””Well, yeah, he’s too busy sponsoring Facebook and shit to actually check what we’re doing. Shame you had to get the sex axe, ‘cos it’s actually pretty relaxing here.”The horned girl kicked the damned soul in the gut.”Ain’t it, Your Honor ?””Heeee no more, please, no more…””Juvenile court judge. Jackass sent c***dren to an orphanage full of sickos for the kickbacks.””Wow. Is he one of your w-w-worst, you know, clients ?”Elcira let out a bitter chuckle.”Not by a damn sight.””Charming.””Right ? We demons get a bad reputation topside, but we’re doing the good work, believe me…”After a good two minutes of silence, Jennie’s cries of dreadful pleasure pierced through she silver walls again.”Hey, wait, who’s cumming in there ?””M…My friend.””Your friend ? No way, Chris only needed one succubus. The fuck’s this tosser thinking?”With rage contorting her already fearsome appearance, Elcira walked to the brothel’s door. Catherine didn’t exactly mind Chrysaor getting a whipping, but not to the cost of being dishonest. Some people escort bursa have a vendetta against their parents’ murderers. Catherine’s was against hypocrisy.”No, d-d-don’t ! Amduscias f-forced him to take us b-b-oth !”Elcira stopped dead in her tracks and groaned, then turned around and faced the stage.”OI ! Aren’t you satisfied screwing with our sex lives already, you bloody wanker ?!”No reaction whatsoever. Not from the stage, not from the few demons walking around. Insulting the Lord appeared to be Hell’s version of jaywalking.”I swear, mate, sometimes I wish I could be subjected to bloody Astaroth.””A-a-astaroth ? The SoulCalibur c-character ?””What are you bloody on about ?” Frowned Elcira. “He’s the Aspect of Addiction. The type of tosser the religious sort picture when they think ‘demon’ up there.””Oh.”With a sigh, the demoness opened the door.”Anyway, sorry for both of you. It hurts every woman in the city when Chris obeys the top wanker. Now come, night’s about to fall.””Ah ? There’s a night here ?” Queried Catherine as she made her way.”Afraid so. I hope you didn’t say ‘when Hell freezes over’ too much up there, mate, ‘cos it happens all the bloody time.”Catherine was genuinely surprised, and kind of impressed.”Wow ! So the icy version of Hell hap-happens to be your night, is that it ?””The day, from Earth’s perspective, but yeah. C’mere now, the freeze is pretty darn quick.””Okay.” Answered the otaku before going through the door. “And what ab-b-bout judge shithead o-over there ?””It ain’t a damnation if you’re not paralyzed and unable to breathe for twelve hours every day, mate.” Snickered Elcira. “Bet you’re happy not being a winner after all, heh?””I-I-I would never have hurt anyone !” Protested Catherine.”Good for ya. ‘cos you wouldn’t believe how many wankers we see sauntering in, smiles like bloody open wounds, thinking they’re going to be the wolves again. That look on their faces, when they realize that it’s the sheep who have the sharpest teeth down here…”With a glimmer in her eyes and an excited sigh escaping her lips, Elcira created an egg in her hands and crushed it.”It never gets old.”Catherine shuddered. Not only because the expression on the demoness’ face was everything Earth pictured about hellspawn, but also because she couldn’t fucking wait for her dear ex-manager to show up.”Ha, nice smile there, mate.” Chuckled Elcira. “If you can get past yer libido for a few minutes after you’re transformed, I’ll show you around me torture pit.””Yeah…I’d like th-th-that.” Nodded Catherine with a weary sigh.But just as she was being reminded of her grim yet sexy fate, the door to Chrysaor’s conversion chamber opened. Catherine gasped.”H…Help…Cat…she’s…she’s in my head. My Queen…is in my head…”

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