by Kaylee Kane
“Just a reminder who’s in charge here, baby girl.” Diabolas grabbed me by the hair again, tilting my chin. My back was arched. My ass pointed skywards and each side of my cheeks was pressed up against the railings.
There couldn’t be a more humiliating position than this. Yet something about being in this position, completely at Diabolas’ mercy. That it was up to him to do whatever he pleased to me that turned me on.
“Oh, look at you, Debbie. Looking so fucking hot. With your beautiful and lush ass hiked up and your pussy all wet and ready for me. I can’t get enough of this beautiful view.” I forgot how to breathe when his mannish scent whirled around me. It was certainly a welcome distraction from the stench that I’d been breathing in.
My knees were shuddering under my weight as his long fingers swept over my sex, the feather-light touches tickling me. I thought I was going to pass out when he bent over and kissed the wet folds between my legs.
“Mmm…oh fuck…oh god…” The feel of his warm lips against mine almost catapulted me over the edge. The sweltering heat surged within the pit of my body. My pussy wept harder and pulsated with animalistic need. Something dark living deep inside me awakened and blossomed.
I desperately bucked my hips back against him, pushing up against the metal railing. His skilled tongue lapped and swirled around my clit, hitting on all the right spots. My moans rolled in an endless stream, echoing off the cell walls. I couldn’t be bothered if someone else heard it.
I was getting so close to the orgasm and I wanted nothing else. My pulses raced through my veins. My heart thundered so loudly in my ears I thought I would go deaf. Even so, it would all be worth it.
I flinched forward, my breasts springing excitedly in front of me when Diabolas thrust his tongue through my tight lips. My eyes rolled back as my lungs strained to pull in more oxygen. Just as I thought I was asphyxiated, Diabolas peeled away with a wet filthy sound that made me cringe with shame.
He wiped his chin, silky with pre-cum and spit, with the muscular sleeve of his arm. His fingers dug deep into my flesh as he clenched tightly onto my hips, pressing me hard against the railings. He was definitely going to bruise me this time. But that was the last thing on my mind right now.
“You want something bigger and harder inside you, Debbie?” His voice was barely audible over his ragged breaths.
I nodded. The thought of his iron-hard member inside me made my own hot flesh throb with need. “Yes, please…oh yes…” I couldn’t figure out how I could be so mad at him for turning me into a needy slut that I was right now and at the same time so in love with this whole package of him.
His sexy lips curved into a smile. I followed his hand with my eyes as he wrapped his fingers around the throbbing manhood. Even his own fingers could barely encircle around the thick, growing shaft. The hardness continued to rise as he thrust his lips and sank into the cleft between my legs.
My head was in delirium. A mix of pleasure and pain ripped through me. I lurched forward only to be jerked back by the shackles. I could feel every inch of his throbbing cock spreading and filling my cunt. It was so big and hard, stretching my aching lips.
“Mmm…ahhh…it’s so fucking good…” I was reduced to a writhing mess when Diabolas kissed along my shoulders. He cupped his hands on my breasts, teasing the tight rosy buds of my nipples between his fingers, making them hard as daggers.
“Your tits are so firm and swollen. You enjoy being dicked down by my massive cock, don’t you? What a dirty little slut, Debbie…” A low growl rumbled from his throat. His voice was coated with primal need.
I let out long and lusty moans and luxuriated against the feel of his cock buried in the sweet depth of my cunt. I could barely move and my back started to ache in protest. I tried to feel the contours of his abs with my fingers.
“Oh good, this pussy’s so sweet and tight. I don’t think I wanna be fucking anybody else. It’s fucking magic.” Diabolas kneaded and slapped my cheek, sending an electric bolt sizzling through my veins.
I thought I was seeing stars. The blood was so loud, thrashing in my ears. My heart ticked like a time bomb. I wasn’t sure which part of me was going to explode first.
“Oh shit, I’m going to come soon. I’m gonna fill you up with my seeds. You’d better come quickly.” The color on Diabolas’ cheeks heightened. His dreamy eyes glazed over with hot passion.
My climax was getting near. I could almost feel it. My body hummed with feverish need. My pussy felt like on fire when I bucked my hips back, desperately impaling myself on his cock.
Diabolas hissed through his clenched teeth as he tightened his claw against my hair. I was sinking into the spiral of pleasure. “Please…choke me…” I didn’t have to look back to know there was a wry smirk on his face.
“I didn’t know you’re into that sort of dominance.” He wrapped his fingers around my neck, holding me tight enough so that I couldn’t move while leaving enough space in my trachea so that I wouldn’t suffocate.
I grinned sheepishly to myself as that sent a spurt of lust through me. Something about the struggle to suck in every breath heightened my already burning need. It was as if I was getting aroused by the fact that Diabolas could kill me by just tightening his grip but he wouldn’t. Something about putting my life in his hands while trusting that he wouldn’t harm me.
My body hummed with pleasure as Diabolas slammed his cock deep in my guts, hitting my pelvis with every powerful stroke. He was taking no prisoner. I was spiraling down the whirlwind of lust. “I’m going to come…oh god…fuck…”
“Better come quickly…I’m going to shoot my load in you real soon.” My pussy contracted, cinching him tightly as my climax crashed me.
“Oh fuck…holy shit! I’m coming!” I pinched my eyes so tightly until stars exploded in my eyes. I thought I blacked out as a scream ripped from my throat. My pussy spasmed, milking Diabolas off his seeds.
“What a little slut you are, Debbie. Coming so quickly for me again.” Diabolas spread my ass cheeks so that he could see how stretched and raw my pussy had become from his use. The sticky wetness ran down my inner thighs. “It’s my turn to come now and I’m going to fill up that tight little pussy with my seeds.”
Diabolas shifted gears and rammed faster. His claws planted firmly on my ass, drawing blood as he thrashed harder into me. His body firmed up, muscles turning hard as metal as he buried his cock deep in my guts. My legs shook beneath me. I didn’t dare to move a muscle, fearing he might tear me into halves.
“Argh, fuck! Holy fuck! It’s so fucking good!” He howled, his chest relaxing into an explosive sigh of relief as he shot his load into me. My tummy felt full and bloated from the cum. Once he pulled out, his seeds spilled from my raw pussy, dripping all over the ground.
For a few sweet minutes, the silence stretched between us. Our chests heaved and fell in sync as we caught our breath and soaked in the moment of hot sex that we shared. I grinned sheepishly at the thought of his cock, still hard and erect, buried in me.
I wanted this feeling, of being stretched and filled up, to last forever.
Our eyes interlocked and lingered for a while. A wave of love for him coursed through me. Guilt pricked me when my thought went to Raveno. Sucking in my breath, I shook my head, trying to purge the mental images of Raveno away and focus on the moment. To luxuriate against the feel of Diabolas’ throbbing cock inside me.
The metallic clank broke into my reverie. The feelings in my wrists came back along with the numbing ache. My back felt like it was cracking. My body felt heavy and I collapsed on all fours on the ground. I pulled myself up and sat on the side of my legs to nurse the reddened part of my wrists.
“I wish I met you earlier. We would have more time together,” muttered Diabolas. There was a certain sadness, regret dripping in his words. My jaw fell slightly ajar as I looked up at him, expecting elaboration. Instead, he said nothing. His gaze holding.
Guilt pricke
d at my conscience. Maybe I was too deep in the character that now I was getting attached. I sucked in a deep breath and shook my head. “If only there is a way to stop this…” I said, testing the water.
Diabolas hung his head, a sad look on his face. Maybe, after all, he didn’t want the world to end. Maybe he didn’t agree with Andrajvah. Maybe there was good in him after all. And the silver of hope that was glowing inside me shattered when he looked up at me with a stern look. “No.” His voice serious, expression grim. “There is no turning back. Andrajvah will win.”
I sucked in a breath, hating the words that my lips spewed. “And all of us will die.”
A glimpse of pained look flashed on Diabolas’ face. He pursed his lips as if hoping he could come up with a better answer. Then, nodded. “Yes.”
A burning lump stuck in my throat. My tongue felt thick in my mouth. I was a stupid fool to think that I could change Diabolas. To think that I could take a broken man and put the good back in him. To think that I could change the fate of mankind.
“There’s nothing you can do, Debbie.” His voice softened along with his eyes. “It’ll all be over soon.” The dread hung over me like the choking stench as Diabolas zipped up his fly and turned around to leave.
My gaze followed his retreating back until he disappeared around the corner. My eyes lingered at the spot where Diabolas had been a few moments ago, trying to let reality sink in me. As the loneliness started to creep in me, I glanced at my clothes scattered around on the ground.
Then, I flipped over my palm and found a key. A mischievous smirk quirked my lips. “No, it’s not over.”
10
Debbie
I tried not to think about the sticky mess between my inner thighs as I skulked along the eerie corridors of the Underworld. The musty smell of sex and cum bouncing around me made me glad for the rotting stench in the air, though it made me gag a couple of times. Once I got out of the cell, I followed the path leading to the exit.
I exited through the arched doorway and found my feet rooted to the ground. The angry sky reflected the crimson of the lava bubbling away in the pit of the Underworld. I inched closer to the cliff, where the lava pool breathed hot air and smelled like ash. The black clouds cast eerie shadows.
It looked as if I was in a cave or the maze of an ant’s nest. For a second, I was awed by the majestic interior of the Underworld. Shame that such a grandiose structure was to house sinners.
To think that all of this is going to end when the balance would be tipped sliced my heart. Everything that I’d never known would cease to exist. The entire course of the history of mankind would be wiped out. No one would remember anything about us because no one would be alive.
The thought terrified me. The urgency rising in me catapulted me down the steps that led into a dark tunnel. It was long and quiet I could hear my footsteps echoing off the walls. A haze of fear surrounded me. The mental pictures of Hell Guards suddenly appearing in front of me flounced in my head.
Every second stretched into eternity. I lost count of how long I’d been in the tunnel that didn’t seem to have an end. I traced my fingers along the cold wall to remind myself this wasn’t a dream every time I touched a wet lump.
My mind wandered off to the conversation I had with Diabolas. The mental images of the view outside the prison flashed in my mind. I tried to think about the view from the window in my room back in Fallen Angels. The lights dotted in the city at night like stars across the black sky. It was a pretty view, now that I thought of it. It gave you hope. It reminded you that the world still existed outside Fallen Angels and one day you would step foot out of there too.
No wonder Tessa enjoyed it so much. Speaking of Tessa…
I stopped as the idea hit me. Maybe Tessa could help. I wasn’t sure if she would trust me but at least I tried. Closing my eyes, I tried to connect to her mind via telepathy. I focused too hard until my head hurt. There was no way I could penetrate through the energy field here. It was too strong. Even if I could connect to Tessa, my power was not strong enough to have a stable connection anyway.
That means the idea of creating an interworld portal was out of the picture too.
I let out a tired sigh and continued my journey into the unknown. The uneasiness and fear began to creep in me. I was pretty sure I was lost. Regret was seeping into my system. My last resort would be to get into Raveno’s mind. To ask for help. Though I knew how stupid that idea was.
The crescendo of agonizing screams restored some hope in me. It was telling me that the end was near. No puns intended. At the same time, it also meant that I was getting closer to the punishment center. I wasn’t sure if the latter was good or bad.
I’d heard stories of the cruel and inhumane punishments carried out on the sinners in the Underworld from the lectures back at Fallen Angels. I hated those subjects. I never liked blood and violence. Maybe it was my bad karma for not paying attention in the class so now I had to see it for myself.
I flattened myself against the wall and peeked out to check the coast. Through the opening in the wall, I could see a few floors of the punishment center, painful cries echoing in the air. I thought there were at least seven floors. For seven different sins.
The metallic smell of blood filled my nostrils and seared my lungs. A sick feeling arose in the pit of my stomach. My hand quickly flew to cover my mouth but it was too late. A loud belching noise growled from my throat before the green projectile shot out of my mouth.
With one hand balancing on the wall, my other hand clutched tightly onto my belly as I decanted the contents of my stomach onto the ground. My head was pounding from the constant drone of noises.
When the last drop of liquid spilled from my throat, I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and tried to balance myself on my feet. My body felt weak and tired. I was contemplating turning around and locking myself back in the cell when the advancing footsteps coming from the tunnel sprang me into action.
Adrenaline catapulted my feet off the ground. I bolted into the staircase and crouched in the dark corner when two hunky Hell Guards marched into sight. I sucked in my breath, trying not to move a muscle as the two breezed past. They didn’t seem to notice the vomit either.
I followed the two of them with my eyes until they disappeared around the corner. My body paralyzed with fear. I didn’t move an inch from the cover until a few minutes passed and I was sure they were not turning back.
The dim light from the punishment center filtered through the railing onto the staircase. I inched downstairs, making the slightest noise possible though the constant wailing would have drowned my footsteps. The tiny hairs rose on the nape of my neck as uneasiness crawled over my skin.
I chewed my lips raw. Until I could taste blood, then convinced myself the blood in the air was mine. The blood turned icy and froze in my veins when I stopped at the scene from one of the punishment centers.
Thick crimson drapes and cashmere carpet covered the interior. A black crystal chandelier hung amidst the grandiose hall decorated to mimic a gothic wellness center. Black massage chairs and foot massages dotted around the place. Except they didn’t function as they were intended. I knew this place. I read it in the magic books. This was the Massage Parlor, for people who had committed crimes of pride. Andrajvah had a unique knack in decorating and naming the punishment centers in ironic ways.
I clung tightly onto the railing when two of the Hell Guards dragged a man, scantily clad in torn white clothes stained with red towards the massage chairs. He was screaming and groveling, begging for mercy to which the guards had turned their deaf ears too. They tossed him onto the chair, strapped him up, and with the push of a button, the spikes shot out of the chair, impaling the victim.
My stomach lurched. Bile was rising in my throat. I pinched my eyes closed when the shirt of the victim turned into red. I wished I could shut my ears to his helpless scream as well.
Against my better judgment, I look
ed around the Massage Parlor, seeking for more horrors. Another prisoner had his knees crushed in the foot massager. Another pair of Hell Guards were beating the hell out of the guy with what looked like a handheld shoulder massager. I winced. I wrapped my arms around myself as my skin began to prickle.
The tormented scream pierced into my bones. The phantom pain pricked me. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the sick scene. A perverse need rose in me as if there was a pleasure watching those people get tormented by the cold and cruel Hell Guards. Maybe that’s why people watch horror movies, to torture themselves with fear. Maybe I was a masochist. Maybe it was guilt. To think that I deserved to be there, taking their places for what I had done to the world.
I helped Andrajvah achieve his sick goal. I caused the deaths of the two innocent professors in Fallen Angels. The urge to throw myself into the Massage Parlor and let the Hell Guards give me my befitting punishment rose in me. I had no idea when I had sat on the staircase.
