Heaven to Hell (A Naughty Box Production Book 1)

by Rue Volley

  I felt energized and alive – I was on sensory overload. Malcolm pressed his stiff cock against my ass, he leaned over and his chest was hard against my back. I looked at him over my shoulder, he seemed like he felt a pang of guilt but I managed to nod and barely smile to show him it didn’t matter. I was too wrapped up in my own pleasure.

  Malcolm stepped away from me and grabbed another whip from the floor. This one caused me some alarm as it looked like a six-foot long black-as-night snake. This time he swung upwards so that the leather flew between my thighs and across my labia, just hard enough for me to muffle a moan.

  Malcolm stroked my face. “You’re loving this now, aren’t you?” he whispered into the back of my neck. The heat from his breath and the heat from room had me in a huge sweat. My hair was wet, my thighs, and my stomach - not to mention my pussy.

  Persephone pushed him away from me and fell to her knees, taking him deeply into her mouth again. She licked his cock up and down and messaged his balls. Next she began to stroke herself, faster and faster. I could do nothing but watch her bring Malcolm to the brink. I looked at him and into his eyes – something was familiar, some connection.

  “Now, finish it,” Persephone ordered.

  “You do not order me around,” Malcolm yelled. His voice rose and echoed through the room. Again, there was something familiar in his voice.

  Persephone knelt again and began to lick his balls as Malcolm unbuckled my legs from the spreader bar. I was hypnotized and completely under his control. Hell, I enjoyed this so much I should probably pay him.

  I tried to stand but I clung limply to the table. Malcolm pulled the latex panties down as he kicked Persephone away from him. Juices ran down my thighs as Malcolm picked my legs up and wrapped them around his hips. Holding me by the ass, he slammed his cock deep into my soaking cunt, grinding my clit. For a moment, he became motionless, allowing me to relish the sensation of him inside me. Then I twitched.

  Behind me was Persephone! Would she not go away? I looked over my shoulder to see her with a huge black strap on. She gently pressed it into my ass. Slowly she slid it deeper and deeper in as Malcolm fucked my dripping pussy. He smiled as he could feel the strap on pumping inside me, adding to his pleasure also.

  I bucked and writhed uncontrollably as Malcolm and Persephone slammed me from both directions. The “audience” was a mixture captivated sex fiends mixed with indifferent, more intellectual types. One woman, dressed in black with a flaming red scarf with lipstick to match, walked over. She was slender and pale. Her hair was pinned into a tight chignon.

  She stared into my eyes; hers were a mixture of yellow and brown – like a tiger’s eye. I knew her from somewhere. I have seen her walking the streets of New York many times out of the corner of my eye.

  “I want to hear you,” she said. “Then I will know for sure.” She pulled the ropes that held the gag in placed and tossed it to the floor. My lips felt stretched and dry. She brushed my hair back and put her red lipstick on me to moisten my lips. “Speak.”

  I let out a deep primal scream of pleasure as I came, over and over again, squirting all over Malcolm with an immense flood of juice.

  Malcolm arched his back as his hot semen filled me to the core. He clung to me, soaked in sweat as he finished his last few strokes and he collapsed on top me on the cold table.

  The beautiful woman still stared. “Yes, she is Lisbette. Our own Jezebel. I delivered you into this world.” I couldn’t believe it. She looked far too young to have delivered me.

  She read my mind. “I do not age. Nor will you from this point on. You are home.”

  “What?” I reacted with shock! “Game is over now, people. Back to reality and to settle up.”

  “I like her more than I’d thought.”

  “Shut up, Magda,” instructed Malcolm as he wiped himself with a towel and dressed. I looked at him and this man of 60 years was suddenly a man of 30. “A disguise,” he told me. “It would be more believable if a more mature gentleman wanted your very unique services.”

  I felt faint as their words absorbed into my thoughts. I looked around the room to very familiar faces. Faces that had followed me around the city for years.

  “We did follow you,” said Magda as she read my mind and saw the confusion in my face. “But only to be sure it was you. We lost you when you were a child and we didn’t want to bring the wrong succubus back to us.”

  “How did you lose me? My parents are alive and in Brooklyn?”

  “No. Your father is Satan. Your mother is, well, truly your mother. She agreed to bear you but she but took you from us against her contracted agreement. We couldn’t find her. But we knew we were getting close when we saw you.”

  “So this fuckfest was for nothing?”

  “No,” said the younger looking Malcolm. “This is how we live. How we survive.”

  “What about the bags of blood on the wall?”

  “Some of us drink it,” said Magda matter of factly. “It keeps us strong. We steal it from the hospital or we get it…naturally at its source.”

  “Great…vampire demons?”

  “You will meet your father soon,” interrupted Magda. “You have demonic strength with human logic – an interesting combination.”

  As she spoke I felt my lower jaw move, I felt thirsty, my teeth felt tight.

  “Give her some blood! Quickly!” Persephone yelled. “She is hungry.”

  “No!” I yelled. “I don’t drink blood.”

  Malcolm filled a cup with blood. “With your realization and acceptance will come your demonic desires. You are unable to fight them now that you know the truth. Drink this.” He forced my mouth open and the warmth and thickness of the blood soothed me.

  My coat was pooled at the floor, covered in cum. Ruined, completely ruined.

  “Go ahead and put it on. Try to leave. Once you have the knowledge, it can’t be undone. Just ask Eve.” She pointed to a lovely woman sitting sadly in a darkened corner on a satin covered settee.

  Concentrating hard, I grabbed my coat. Suddenly the outside light was too bright. I had no appetite but I wanted the blood from those bags more than anything. I felt more pleasure centered between my legs. Everyone smiled. Every inch, every molecule, every pore of my body was on fire. Magda passed me a crimson velvet gown. It fit perfectly and I knew I would never leave. This is who I was, a succubus, born of the devil.

  I walked to where Eve sat, still and unmoving. I looked down at her. She looked back at me with the blackest eyes I have ever seen. “See? Once you seek truth and knowledge you can never go back. Welcome to Hell.”

  The Fallen

  Trixie Taylor

  ©Text Copyright 2014 Trixie Taylor

  1

  “Tell me you don’t still wonder what it’s like down there, Eliza.” I intended for the words to come across as a question, but failed. Adjusting the telescope to my left eye, I squinted as I aimed it downward. “Pounding. Pulsing. Sweaty. Friction.”

  “‘Wondering’ and ‘saying it aloud’ are two completely different situations, Genesis.” She flopped down next to me and rolled onto her back. “Besides, those kinds of words are taboo here when you’re trying to make a good impression. You know that.”

  I let out a slow, deep breath through my nose, unimpressed with her response. It was no secret I hated Eliza, but I wasn’t about to let her get under my skin, especially when I had something to prove. She’d been trying to weasel her way onto my good side—and it wasn’t working

  She folded her hands behind her head. “I just mean it’s like comparing hard and soft. Top and bottom.”

  My lip twitched, holding back a snarky retort.

  “You’re bad.” She swatted my leg and snorted, a sound I despised. “Good and evil.”

  I frowned at Eliza’s comparison, the last word resonating inside my head like an echo in a cavern.

  “Oh, come on. I was kidding.” Eliza sat up. “Don't listen to what anyone else says around here. You hav
e a say in the decision, and I’m still wondering what it’s going to be.”

  I was swift to curve the subject. “What? I was talking about that nightclub down there. Pounding. Pulsing. Sweaty. Friction.” Through the lens, I saw bright fluorescent lights flickering through the windows of the black, brick building. With a huff, I sat down and curled my pedicured toes over the edge of a cloud, my hot pink toenails contrasting against wisps of white that hovered in the air.

  “Of course, that’s what you’re talking about.” The edges of Eliza’s mouth curled upward, and I could tell her tone was laced with sarcasm. From what I’d heard, she was spreading rumors I was involved in a behind-the-scenes fuckfest with someone in Ascension management. Wrong.

  I glanced up at the pristine sky while absentmindedly fiddling with a long, blonde dreadlock that hung down to my waist.

  “Keep rollin’ those baby blues, sister.” Eliza shook her head. “You’re the poster child for dragging your heels around here. The talk of the water cooler. The—”

  “At least it isn’t Purgatory.” I glanced down at Earth below.

  “Ascension is almost lateral to Purgatory. Now, that is like comparing water to ice.”

  “It’s still different,” I muttered, touching the tiny sprouts of jet-black wings that’d developed on my back. Everyone else in Ascension had vibrant white feathers forming into beautiful extensions—except for me.

  I was the anomaly with inadequately sized black tufts of down budding from my shoulder blades, and no one could figure out why. I was the only one with impure thoughts—or so it seemed. I was the one who had to bite my tongue every time a curse word graced my lips. I was the one under scrutiny above all others. I…was different.

  “We both know what’s going to happen if you don’t change your tune. Soon.” She whistled an upbeat melody that formed a decrescendo as she slowly pointed her index finger downward, a red fingernail glinting against the sunlight. “The high court only has so much patience before someone gets cast out.”

  Hell.

  I pursed my lips.

  “Plus, you shouldn’t be out here lounging on the edge of a cloud, Gen. You’re well-below cruising altitude. What if a plane sees you? We’re nowhere near Area 51 to pass the blame on a UFO sighting.” She paused. “Ascension won’t protect you forever. Your ticket will run out…eventually.”

  It was no secret purgatory was bursting with hoodlums, criminals, and felons. Calling it “full” was an understatement. Ascension was a fraction of a level above purgatory. It was a glorified holding tank while its visitors waited in limbo to be assigned a fate when their number was called. Fluffy white wings would be kept or ripped away in an instant. It was also where the “special cases” were held. I fell into that category.

  Eliza didn’t understand why I didn’t feel worthy of leaving Ascension. It was middle ground. Neutral territory. I knew what happened in my prior life had been glossed over, and what I couldn’t forget would be etched into my mind forever. They said it wasn’t my fault, but I didn’t believe them. Until I was forced to do otherwise, I’d remain in said holding tank…waiting for the decision to somehow be made for me, nudged off the precipice.

  Maybe it was a form of self-punishment for getting—

  “Hey,” a deep voice boomed from behind us.

  I shivered, a flurry of goose bumps trailing up the pale flesh on my arms.

  “Genesis. Eliza,” a male said.

  “Hey, Sterling.” Eliza looked up, shielding the sun from her emerald-colored eyes.

  Management had arrived. I glanced from the corner of my peripheral vision, and I could sense Sterling’s piercing stare as his gaze raked my body, not leaving an inch of my flesh unscathed. Shaggy locks of dirty, blonde curls swept across his hazel eyes, but it didn’t hide his intentions. He licked his lips, drawing attention to a small faded scar on the cleft on his chin. His skin was tanned, his stature muscular, and his accent divine. Every woman in Ascension pined after Sterling, and it was no secret I loathed him. Maybe “loathed” wasn’t a strong enough description.

  I ignored his words and drew my knees to my chest, staring out at the horizon.

  He cleared his throat. “It’s polite to reply when someone greets you, Genesis.”

  I remained still, sensing the surrounding energy intensifying as his anger silently escalated.

  Eliza reached out and touched his arm in an attempt to diffuse the situation. “Haven’t seen you around much lately.”

  “I’ve been busy.” He pulled away from her fingertips, his eyes remaining locked on me.

  I shook my head slowly and fought back a laugh. Busy. Sterling’s idea of “busy” was plotting his next female conquest.

  “You know you’re not supposed to be out here, Genesis,” his voice remained low. “It’s dangerous.”

  I arched an eyebrow. “And?”

  “You could get in a lot of trouble.” He swallowed, balling his right hand into a fist. “Do you want to be punished?”

  I couldn’t stop puckering my lips as I glared, forcing the words to remain disconnected from my tongue. He had no clue about the internal punishments I endured every blasted day.

  “You can punish me whenever you want,” Eliza muttered under her breath.

  Sterling ignored her. “Your hearing is in twenty-four hours.” He extended his reach to hand me a shimmering envelope.

  The hearing. I swallowed as I stared at the gold-tinged paper, refusing to move.

  He touched the paperwork to my knee, dragging one of the points against my skin, trailing it upward until it rested on the apex of my legs. I watched as a thin red line manifested, a temporary reminder of his touch.

  Eliza’s jaw fell. “But her hearing isn’t supposed to be on the schedule yet. When she—”

  “Twenty-four hours,” Sterling reiterated as he stood up, his face and voice equally as stern.

  I’d been in Ascension long enough to study the real Sterling Phillips. The Sterling Phillips that tried to keep his true colors under wraps, yet his temper always trumped reason. The Sterling Phillips that would do anything in his power to rise to the top of the chain. The Sterling Phillips who’d do whatever, or whoever, it took to get what he wanted. I thought back to the past; his warm, calloused hand greeting my thigh, offering me anything I wanted if I succumbed to his requests. Memories of his palm inching farther up my leg a short time ago, edging dangerously close before I shoved him away and administered a robust slap to his face. He was less than pleased, and I had a feeling I was the first to turn him down. With Sterling’s advances, I’d prevailed as the winner, but the recollections were still enough to hold me hostage, leaving me in second place…every single time.

  The hearing meant my fate would be sealed—ascend to the gates of heavens or sink to the fiery pits of Hell. I’d found loopholes to keep myself in limbo for a while now, longer than anyone else had achieved. It pissed Sterling off, and I knew it.

  I remained quiet, unwilling to play his games. Without another word, he walked away, leaving Eliza and I alone.

  “Are you going to open it?” she asked quietly, tucking a shiny curl of chestnut-colored hair behind her ears.

  I shook my head and trailed my fingers over the envelope. “Not now.”

  “I’m here if you want to talk about—”

  “I just want to be alone,” I cut her off, and I knew my tone was bitter. Shoving people away was something I’d become good at. Over time, I’d learned attachment was overrated.

  Eliza and I had only crossed paths in Ascension for a couple of weeks, maybe a month at best. It was a revolving door of people coming and going at a rapid pace, and it was nearly impossible to become close with anyone. Not that I wanted friends. Who would want to build a rapport with an outcast anyway? It was safer to remain guarded with my walls raised high. Sterling was the only permanent fixture in Ascension, and I wanted no part in that equation. I’d defied logic and slowed down the process for those around me and myself. The ripple eff
ect left me under a glaring spotlight. It was no secret I’d gained enemies because of my actions. In all honesty, my heart had hardened, and I didn’t care.

  “Okay,” Eliza said. “You know everything’s going to be fine, right? Whatever that paper dictates.”

  I nodded slowly, refusing to verbalize it. Keeping my focus on the ground below, I waited for her to take the hint and leave.

  When I was sure she was gone, my nose burned as emotion raced through me. As much as I tried to hold back, it was too late. Tears fell as I opened the envelope with shaky fingers, sliding the iridescent cardstock out onto my lap. I lifted the paper and took a deep breath. To me, the words were like a slow-moving poison.

  Formal Fate Summons

  Ascension Court

  May 1st

  10:00a

  The invitation exploded into a smattering of gold and silver dust as the as the breeze swept it away. With the words digested, no evidence remained, and I wished I could disappear along with it.

  My decision was expected on May 1st, but I couldn’t help but feel as if I didn’t belong…anywhere. In the interim, I’d put myself in precarious situations. Leaving Ascension to sit on clouds all day was frowned upon. Denying Sterling was frowned upon—in his eyes. Remaining in limbo while everyone else around me aimed skyward was frowned upon. In return, I frowned upon all of it.

  I felt a fresh round of tears well up in my eyes, stinging as I desperately tried to blink them back. Hot droplets spilled down my cheeks, a few splattering as they hit my bare legs. I glanced down at the shimmering white dress I wore. The sheer material barely greeted my thighs while the thin spaghetti straps weren’t enough to cover the abomination sprouting on my back. There was no escape from the black wings, and I didn’t have to look to feel the leering stares, the finger pointing, and the hushed whispers. I, Genesis, was a pariah.