The president pinched Cora’s clit with one hand while the other one forced its way into her. His tiny cold hand was uncomfortable but not unbearable. She relaxed into his thrusting, and tried to remain opened-minded to the pinching.
Master rubbed her back stroked what parts of her breasts he could reach. She groaned from all of the conflicting sensations, tossing her hair and wiggling her ass.
At last, the president withdrew his hand.
Master stopped his firm massages.
“She’s been like that a while. It’s time to change her,” Master said.
“Again, you’re too soft on her. We need to do what we need to do,” the president urged.
Together they unhooked, unpegged and uncuffed her. For the first time she laid eyes on the president’s nearly naked body. He was rather awkward in his G-string—she was used to seeing him in his crisp three-piece suit. He was transfixed by the sight of the penny designs in her arms and legs, staring as if hypnotised. She expected he had no idea what her body modifications were under all her business clothes. His expression was one of reverence.
She looked him over. He was average, nothing special. Just a guy looking like a nearly naked guy. Nothing stood out. She wondered if she’d remember him if she closed her eyes. She saw he wore a penny around his neck on a chain exactly like the one Master was suddenly sporting. That was all they wore along with their G-strings. They were excited with their scene and showed their enthusiasm in every manner as they sipped on water bottles.
She rubbed her arms and legs. The pennies rippled and hummed through her.
“Walk around for a while. Go to the bathroom. Drink three glasses of water,” Master said, nodding towards the washroom.
“Yes, Master,” she said as she went into the bathroom. Pee, drink three glasses of water. Always the same. She preferred the nights they got trashed and freaky but she guessed that you couldn’t be a party god and run a company. The president had his dick tucked into a G-string. She wondered what he had to offer and if it would be good.
She returned to the men. This time, she was strapped down on a medical birthing bed that reminded her of the thigh-buster at the gym. Her legs were spread wide. Her head was strapped to the top of the bed. Master presented a lit candle to the president and kept one for himself. They took turns spilling wax along her body.
“Oh!” she cried as the hot wax seared her chest. The drops rained on her breasts, her chest, her stomach, her legs, her arms. When the wax met the pennies, they burned extra hot and extra long.
She moaned loudly and the moans soon turned to wails.
“Use your safe word, if you dare,” Master said, dripping more wax along penny-raised flesh on her legs.
The burning heat of the metal was cooking her. She smelled herself roasting and an enormous rage filled her. She struggled against her bindings. The president slipped his hand between her legs. He parted her folds with his fingers and eased them inside. She succumbed to the pleasure for a moment as his thumb flicked her clit. Then the burning smell fuelled her rage once more and she pulled harder at the bindings.
The president looked at Master without stopping the flicking of his fingers inside her. Master looked over at Cora with his piecing gaze. His jaw was firm.
“Use your safe word if you must.”
Again she said nothing. Master looked at the president.
“Proceed.”
The president lowered his face to her pussy and licked her clit, his fingers thrusting into her hard and slow. Her juices were slick on his fingers and he licked them for her. She struggled once more as Master shoved his erect cock into her mouth. She pulled at the bindings harder. The pennies were melting inside her, dripping and fusing with her flesh.
Her teeth sank into Master’s cock, and she had to pull herself back from ripping it right off. White-hot rage filled her as she spat him out with disgust. He cried out just as her arms broke loose from the bindings. He jumped back.
“Hey, whoa. What are you doing?” Master asked.
Her legs snapped free of their bindings and scissored the president in the neck. His head was no match for her iron legs and was neatly dispatched from his neck. It landed with a thump on the floor. She leaped up and stared at the head then turned to face her master who still clutched his bleeding cock and stared with amazement at his buddy on the floor.
“What the…” The words barely escaped from his lips when the walls fell away and an immense heat overtook the room. In every direction there were caverns filled with flames. The roar was louder than Niagara Falls and in the roar were screams.
The demon swooped in, his body staying in demon form with long claws and jagged teeth. His body was more dragon-like than human and glowed brighter than the shiniest penny.
“You’ve done well, Cora. Very well. Your allegiance to me grows by leaps and bounds while yours, Henry, dies a little more each day.”
“I—” Henry couldn’t get the words out as he reached for his throat. His eyes bulged.
“Your lies don’t work down here. We can smell them. You thought you could have what you want and not pay the price.”
“I’ve paid the price. Many times.”
“But you are late. Monstrously late this time.”
“It’s just taken some time… I was sidetracked.”
“Your own lust has foiled you. Or should I say love. You have failed the test.”
Demon stood larger, his wings fanned out to full size. Master trembled and kneeled.
“No. Another chance, please. It was just one slip-up.”
The demon raised his hand.
“Oh stop, please. More lies. You’re just sorry that I noticed. That I really am as all-seeing as you feared. You think I don’t know you’re in love with her, have been since you first met that night you sold your soul to him?”
“No not love. She was a good soul to use. A good bargain. I just wanted to play a little longer.”
Around them eternal fires roared and raged in the giant stone caverns. Shrieks and screams of the tortured and damned rose and fell in waves. Scene upon scene of torture, of lust, of sex, of degradation as far as she could see played out over and over.
The demon snapped his fingers.
The president with his body and head intact and Master both were standing on tiny wooden platforms, large iron spits rammed up their asses. Their hands were shackled above them, huge fires raging up from the pits of hell licking at the platforms. The men’s ankles were chained around the platforms and they danced with agony as the flames ate away their perches.
“How do you feel? Watching them like that?” Demon asked Cora. Cora smiled at the demon.
“I actually feel pretty good. All the degradation they put me through, for the sake of a penny… It’s nice to see payback.”
Cora and Demon laughed, their cackles circling with the anguished screams of two men who had lost their power.
“Cora…” Master screamed. “Please.”
Cora ignored his cries, watching his feet blistering with burns, the wooden platform nearly gone.
The president lost his platform first. The pole shot up him and out the top of his head. He twitched and screamed, blinking in bewilderment as blood splattered all around. The master was next, and his pole shot out the back of his neck, hooking through the chains on his wrists.
“Oh my.” Cora clapped. The men weren’t dead, although the president had lost his intelligence and drooled like a zombie as he twitched on the pole. Master screamed as the fire licked higher.
Demon clapped his hands and both of the poles fell over.
Cora jumped back as flames burst higher then lowered back into the pits. Master was bound to the pole like a pig on a spit. Slowly he turned. Over a nearby firepit, the president also turned.
“No…” cried Master. “You. Please. You have to stop.�
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“No one can hear you scream over the other screams so knock yourself out,” the demon said. “You manipulated me. You stole your payment to me, her soul for your own little trophy. You made her the center of your fetish parties, reliving your glory days as the goth boy who ran nightclubs, instead of turning her over as you were supposed to.”
The demon laughed loud and long, his forked tongue flickering, his tail lashing, twitching as a cat’s. “The joke’s on you though, as often happens when you silly mortals make such deals. This one, this Cora is special. She will hold a special place in the underworld. Although you deceived me, you made her stronger. She will be able to do our biding both on earth and in hell.”
Demon turned his piercing red eyes towards Cora. “And let this be a lesson to you. I see it time and again. Once the wish is granted, the lust takes over and sometimes love, attachment, human emotion, compassion, and then, it’s all over. Humans eventually fail to pay the price they agreed to pay, to keep what they bargained for on earth.”
He nodded over at Master. “Eternity is a long time.”
Cora nodded. “I won’t disappoint you. Tell me what needs to be done.”
“Don’t worry, I will.” The demon flew off, circling over tableaus of torture and fire. So this was hell. Cora wondered if she’d died.
Master was burning, all tied up, going round and round on a giant spit, his mouth stuffed with a ball gag. The heat rose within her, a steaming copper sheen coating her body. His flesh was cooking, a tasty aroma that put her in mind of barbeques. She reached over to him and tore a strip of flesh from his chest with her fingers. She held the long string in front of his eyes as he screamed through his gag. The meat was tender and threatened to fall apart in her hands so she ate it.
It was as delicious as ribs on a hot August day, a filet mignon in the finest restaurant, a perfect rare burger from the best Angus. The taste awakened a fever within her. Her blood pulsed and a roar bellowed from her belly.
She tore the ball gag from his mouth, and laughed as she heard his screams and pleas.
“Don’t hurt me anymore. Please don’t.”
She listened to his cries, each word searing through her like a knife through butter. She pressed her mouth to his and in one bite, ripped the lower half of his face off. His wretched screams filled her ears and she chewed on the tasty meat. Around her the flames fanned, lava poured. The shrieks and cries of tortures unimaginable surrounded her.
Her curiosity was well overshadowed by her hunger and the craving for more of the meat.
His cries were gurgling, mixed with howls as much of the tissue of his face was now in her stomach. She looked him up and down, deciding which parts to eat next.
Her feet were hot. She was hot. Beyond hot. She thought about the hottest she’d ever been, perhaps in Las Vegas, and multiplied it by a million.
But it was hell. And she was here for pleasure.
She walked for a while until she came to a pile of rocks that was shifting. A man emerged from beneath them. Strong jaw, broad shoulders, shaggy hair, clean shaven. This kind of man was the one she dreamed about.
As in the perfect fantasy, he didn’t say a word as he kissed her, his hands softly exploring her body. She ran her hands along his smooth perfection, sighing as she pressed herself against him.
He pushed her back until she was lying across a rock, hips in the air, legs spread lewdly to greet him. She watched him intently, touching herself then licking glistening fingers, tasting of herself and her master all in one slurp.
He watched her, almond-shaped eyes darker than any night staring at her hands.
“Come here,” she coaxed. Spreading herself wider, teasing herself as she teased him. He was large and firm and she ached to feel him inside her.
From the rocks scuttled thousands of scorpions, racing and clattering along her body, forming a giant clicking restraint, holding her down as her lover plunged himself into her. She wanted to scream, the scorpions pinching as they held her firmer, but the pleasure of him inside her was too overwhelming. He fucked her hard. With every thrust, he was hotter.
Before long, she couldn’t take it anymore. She broke loose from the shackles of scorpions and threw him back.
“No, you’re burning me alive,” she cried.
He laughed and wandered off, the scorpions following in a large clattering army.
She returned to Master, whose screams had weakened. He had cooked some more. She leaned over the pit and took a huge bite out of his ass.
“Oh my god,” she cried out between mouthfuls. “I can’t believe how good you are.”
He cried more but since he had no mouth, she didn’t have to listen to him, just pathetic noises from flapping bits of meat. She ate more of him, his thighs, his arms, until at last, she deemed his dick done. She liked her hot dogs burned and crispy and she hoped that this dick would be the same. She pulled it off and held it.
“Oh, Master, when we are done here you will see how fun this was.”
She ate it.
No sooner had she consumed it than a man and woman appeared beside her. They touched her, stroking her penny-raised welts, licking her from head to toe with long tongues that were as thick as a cow’s. She stood between them, her legs spread wide so the man could use his magnificent tongue on her.
She enjoyed the feeling, pressing into him harder until his tongue grew from soft like a cow’s to rough like a cat’s. She tried to pull away from him but they held her tight as he licked. She screamed, the sensation cutting her, tearing at her. He continued on and although blood poured from between her legs, the sensation shifted. The pain turned white-hot, beyond pain, to something else. It was a vibration that she immediately twinned with, craved as she wrapped herself in and around the feeling, embracing it. When he was done, there was nothing left but a gaping hole. He pulled away and ran off with his friend.
She collapsed onto the ground, blood spilling freely from her.
She pulled herself along the hot rocks.
“No, this is madness. I’m not going die in hell. It’s not going to happen.”
Cora forced herself to stand. She found a firepit and stood over it, using the hot pliable pennies within her flesh to refashion her body until she had her genitals once more.
Pleased, she stood proudly, inspecting herself.
Demon swooped in, startling her.
“Well done. Only one more test.”
He grabbed her with his claws and flew her over the cliffs and smoking, screaming souls, slipping through time and space, weaving through the universe. Her mind was blown with all that she saw as she whipped around through portals and wormholes, galaxies and dimensions.
At last, he landed her in Toronto, outside of a sex club. A familiar one she’d been to many times. They stood beyond the entrance, watching couples enter. Cora realized she was clothed, wore high heels and held a purse.
“Do what you need to do,” he said.
She grinned.
“I know what I need to do,” she replied.
“You learn fast.”
They stood in the shadows, the demon large and dark, a figment of imagination, glowing red eyes flickering like flames. She watched scantily-clad women enter the club. Men wore causal suits, business suits, carefully combed hair and loads of cologne. The couples entered the bar as if they were attending a formal ceremony, a strange ritual for the dancing and swinging that went on beyond closed doors.
“There’s no challenge here, at this place…” Cora said, lighting up a cigarette from a pack she had found in her purse.
“Why does everything have to be a challenge? Sometimes we just need to feed.” The demon smiled as he disappeared. Cora took her place at the end of the line, sharing her cigarette with a tall blond woman who stood beside her. Cora had a purse with a club pass, and a wallet full of money in her hand. Sh
e wondered what she looked like. The line moved rather rapidly and the cigarette was spent by the time it was her turn.
She showed her pass to the couple behind the desk.
“Thank you.” The lady with a tall teased beehive smiled as she fastened a red paper wristband with the club’s name printed on it around her wrist.
“It’s good to see you again.” The lady winked. Cora remembered her. A night about a year ago. They had actually palled around for a few weeks, ending up in the same beds with the same men many times. Yet, she wasn’t sure that Beehive knew Cora was the one standing in front of her. Cora wasn’t a tall, voluptuous redhead tonight.
“You look really good.” Beehive smiled, her lust dripping from her mouth, framed by lips shining with lip gloss. Cora nodded and looked Beehive up and down, lingering on her black fifties-styled Playtex Living Bra foundation garment with pointy tits.
“You look delicious enough to eat,” Cora said, licking her lips. Whoever she was playing had been here before…lots.
“I look forward to it later,” Beehive said as she turned her attention to the next customer.
Cora entered the club. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and was delighted to see that she was a kickass blond yet short little vixen dressed to the nines. She went into the bathroom to freshen up. Her hair was down, and she wore a low-cut purple shirt with a tight black miniskirt, fishnet stay-ups and black three-inch pumps.
Cora played with her hair for a moment, watching the other girls fixing their makeup and gossiping about who looked particularly fuckable that night.
As she snuck glances at round young faces applying layers of mascara and kohl around the eyes, her mind still played out scenes from hell. Her triumph over Master. Her yearning to please the demon. Her face was soft, her pale flesh covering the melted shell that entombed her like a living iron maiden.
There were no more welts or scars as the soft new flesh gleamed as blemish-free as any twenty- or thirty-year-old’s.
The music was loud, and hip-hop was still the go-to music in many clubs. Her body began to move in time to the heavy bass beat and she was ready to find her mark.
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