The demoness withdrew her tongue from Gloria’s dripping wet vagina and slid it along the crack of her ass, circling her puckered rectum before slipping it deep inside her. Gloria squealed and came again as the woman fucked her in the ass with that long slippery tongue. Her every muscle tensed, the tendons and sinews locked, vibrating with the force of the orgasm, feeling as if she were having a violent seizure. Gloria was an expert on sex and no orgasm had ever felt this way. Pleasure in hell was every bit as intense an experience as pain.
They lay there on the floor in the dark, sucking and licking each other, hands caressing every inch of Gloria’s body, stroking her face, breasts, ass, even as those incredible lips and that salacious tongue wound its way up inside her. Gloria’s face buried in the demoness’ vagina, trying to force her own tongue as deep into her as possible while jacking her off with one hand and sliding two fingers in and out of her asshole. Gloria had never before felt so inadequate. The pleasure she was giving to this demoness could in no way compare to the pleasure she was receiving, and Gloria felt almost guilty. She cried out and collapsed into tears as orgasms continued to tear through her like machine gun fire.
Her body was sore and spent when the demoness finally withdrew. Gloria didn’t want to move. She wanted to lie there, holding her incredible demon lover forever.
“You’re a demon.”
“Yes.”
“Then why aren’t you torturing me?”
“How do you know I’m not?”
Gloria could hear the smile in the demoness’ voice. “That felt amazing. I haven’t felt anything like that in so long. I mean, I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“There is every imaginable sin here. Not all of them are painful, just like on earth, but they all have their consequences.”
“I’m willing to pay it, whatever it is. Just stay here with me forever. I can take anything if I have you with me.”
“Still the addict after all this time. I can’t believe he almost took you back. You haven’t learned shit. We have to go. They’re waiting.”
Gloria winced at the demon’s harsh words. “Who’s waiting? Why do we have to go anywhere? Why can’t we just stay here like this forever?”
The demon’s soft hands caressed Gloria’s cheek. “Don’t be silly. We can’t stay here. My Masters are waiting for us. Your Masters are waiting.”
“Masters?”
“The Masters.”
The demoness pulled Gloria up from the cave floor with surprising ease. She was so gentle it was hard to remember that she was a demon capable of snapping Gloria in two if she desired.
Gloria stumbled along in the darkness for what seemed like hours. She was almost thankful for the darkness. It gave her an excuse to hold her lover’s hand, to wrap her arms around her waist as they scrambled over rocks or tiptoed on the edge of some precipice. Gloria was thankful for one other reason as well—she still didn’t know what the demoness looked like and didn’t want to spoil the illusion. Every demon she’d seen so far had been dizzyingly, nauseatingly grotesque. She didn’t want to know if her new lover was as monstrous as the rest of them.
The demoness had no problem navigating the tunnels. She led Gloria along with the ease of one who had traveled these passages many times before, and with her eyes better adapted to this eternal night than day, the darkness seemed no obstacle to her at all.
Gloria spotted the first faint flicker of light at the end of the passageway and a knot twisted in her gut. In minutes they’d be there and she’d finally get to see the face of her demon lover. She rubbed her fingers over the back of the woman’s hand, feeling the strange slippery soft skin, wondering just how hideous something that felt so incredibly wonderful could look.
As they approached, Gloria was finally able to make out the woman’s silhouette. All six arms sprouted from her shoulders rather than up and down her torso as she would have expected. It made her look like some willowy tree. She was completely bald as Gloria already knew from running her hands over the woman’s silky smooth scalp. Her legs were as thick and muscular as a bodybuilder’s. Her hips were thick and full, child-bearing hips, with a large and perfectly round muscular ass. Her shoulders were muscular as well and the arms that sprouted from them were of two sizes. The main two were heavily muscled with bulging biceps and triceps while the remaining four were long, thin and delicate, ending in graceful, elegant hands.
Nothing Gloria could see so far disturbed her. She found the odd structure of the woman’s body quite amazing, beautiful in an artistic sense, but she was only looking at her from the back and still in darkness that obscured her features. She could not yet even make out the color of the woman’s skin, although it appeared extremely dark.
A few steps more and Gloria could finally make out the woman’s complexion. It appeared black but there were colors swirling inside it like oil in sunlight. A rainbow of reds, oranges, greens, blues and pinks shimmered across her ebon flesh as Gloria stared at her back, watching as the increasing light illuminated more and more of the demoness’ remarkable body. Her skin looked just as it had felt, like something born at the bottom of the ocean.
They stepped into a hall filled with light. Gloria was temporarily blinded. When she opened her eyes the very first thing she did was study her demoness, now in full light, who had turned to face her. She was aware there were others in the room, but she didn’t care. She was not the least bit afraid of who they were and what they might do to her. All she wanted was to see her lover’s face. Her watery eyes began to focus and Gloria could feel her useless heart banging away in her chest, pumping nothing, merely reacting to her increased anxiety the same way it had when she was alive. Gradually the demoness’ features swam into view. Gloria gasped.
Her huge eyes completely dominated her face like the eyes of some predatory insect, like a praying mantis or a hornet. They were as black as her skin and swirled with that same kaleidoscopic rainbow, fanned by long thin lashes like the plumage of some great bird. Her lips were obscenely large as well, bee-stung lips like the ones fashion models and porno stars paid thousands of dollars for. Her ears and nose were almost too small. They disappeared on her head, overshadowed by her other more prominent features. Her teeth were perfectly straight, brilliantly white, and sharp as hypodermic needles. She had two tongues that slithered around in her mouth like serpents. One was longer than the other, nearly ten inches long as Gloria had estimated when she’d felt it wriggling its way up inside her. The other was only slightly longer than normal.
Gloria dropped her eyes from the woman’s face to her voluptuous breasts, which were that same liquid obsidian, capped with purplish nipples. Between her muscular thighs sprouted an erect penis bobbing above a large pink vagina with labia like rose pedals. The demoness smiled, razor teeth glistening with a sheen of saliva, and reached out her many arms.
Gloria swooned into her embrace. “You’re so beautiful.”
The demoness broke free and turned Gloria to face the other demons filling the brightly lit cavern. They were all beautiful in that same bizarre and terrifying way. Their pigments were dark and oily, deep purples and reds like burgundy wine. Others were that same slick liquid black as the demoness. Many were hermaphrodites as well. One had a nest of half a dozen penises varying in size from a foot and a half to a modest six inches, seething between his thin bowed legs. Another had a line of vaginas starting from between her thighs up between her breast to her mouth which had labia and a clitoris in place of lips, though the tongue remained. Still, another had vaginas on either side of his head beneath his finely chiseled cheekbones and two penises jutting out from between his thighs like gun turrets. There were demons with rows of perfectly shaped breasts descending their torsos like udders. Many of them had additional limbs and some had multiple heads. They were all beautiful somehow, despite their bizarre deformities.
“These are your Masters, Gloria. They are the true hierarchy of hell. Greet them.”
The demons moved forward as o
ne, surrounding Gloria in a tight circle. Lust bristled in their collective gaze, boiling in the air, shimmering in the space between them like summer heat reflecting off hot asphalt. For the first time since coming to hell, Gloria did not feel the least bit afraid. Hands, lips and tongues began to explore every inch of her with the same skilled and delicate touch as her beautiful demoness. She felt the swollen organ of one demon part her buttocks and slide effortlessly into her anus, followed by two more cocks. She could feel all three of them crowded inside of her, throbbing against each other. Then they began to slide in and out at different speeds and rhythms, sending a riot of sensations through her nervous system. Two or three other penises inserted themselves into her vagina and began thrusting deep inside of her, some quickly and forcefully, some slowly and luxuriously. Two more parted her lips and slid into her throat until she was completely filled.
Those smooth satiny hands were all over her, and tongues and lips licked and sucked her everywhere. She came again and again as they came inside her. She was pushed past ecstasy to a place where pleasure was all there was, the only sensation she knew. She could feel nothing except her own relentless orgasms.
Days seemed to pass before they released her. Gloria collapsed on the floor of the cavern, too exhausted to move.
“You were delicious. You chose well, Madria.”
The beautiful demoness bowed toward the speaker and smiled proudly.
Madria, Gloria thought, holding on to the sound of that name as if it were a keepsake. She hadn’t thought to ask the demoness her name. Gloria turned to look at the demon who’d spoken her lover’s name. He was tall and lean with bluish black skin streaked with fiery veins of red. Huge tusks sprouted from his head and six rows of human teeth ran down the center of his skull. The only sexual modifications Gloria could see were his small nipple-less breasts and a vagina in his abdomen just above his thick penis. His face was remarkably human except for that bizarre coloration.
“Are you … Satan?”
They all laughed.
“Satan? There is no such person. Well, there is. But he’s not what you think. He’s not a demon like us, just like he was never really an angel.”
“Then what is he?”
“None of your concern.”
“Who are you?”
“I am Mephisto. I am your master.”
“But, why am I here? Just to fuck you all?”
“Oh, no. We have much greater plans for you. There’s an entire world out there we want you to fuck. We’re sending you back to earth.”
“You-you’re sending me back? How?” Gloria was immediately fearful. The news that she would soon be returning to earth brought no joy, only suspicion. Nothing in hell happened without a price. This was a place of punishment, not generosity or mercy. She imagined herself back on earth as one of those hideous worms.
“I-I’ll just stay here.” She turned to look for Madria. “I’ll stay here with her.”
“This is not a choice. You’re not free here. You must know that by now, if you’ve learned nothing else. Humans are our possessions, our toys. We break them. We fix them. And we break them again. We do whatever we want with them.”
“But I don’t want to be one of those horrible worms. Why can’t I stay here with you?” Gloria sobbed, nearly in a panic
The demon laughed. “You’re not going back as a worm. That’s only for those who escape. You will not be escaping hell, you’ll be bringing it with you. You will still be our property even while you walk among the living. Your soul will remain tethered to hell. You are going to be a recruiter, just like your dear friend Vlad. But first we have to return you to your body. You cannot go back as a disembodied soul.”
Two humans walked in carrying what looked like a body wrapped in a filthy sheet. They dropped it on the floor at Gloria’s feet and walked away without a word.
The sheet fell open and Gloria found herself staring at her own decaying body. There were tears in her skin from where the flesh had ruptured like a blister from the gases that had built up inside it as it decayed. She could see the huge bags of silicone through the rents in her breasts. The skin was green and moldy and had begun to shrivel up and slip away from the muscles. The eyes had collapsed and fallen back into the skull. She was surprised she even recognized herself.
“Is that me?”
“Who else would it be.”
“Where did you get it?”
“From the earth. Welcome home, Gloria.”
“You want me to get back in there? I’d scare the shit out of anyone I see!”
“Don’t worry. We’ll fix you up. After you rejoin it.”
“But why can’t you fix my body before you put me back in?”
“Because that wouldn’t be hell, now would it?” The demon smirked, and the others laughed.
Gloria turned to look for Madria. This was all so terrible, so wrong. The beautiful demoness was behind her. She placed a hand lovingly on Gloria’s shoulder and batted those long luxurious lashes. Gloria stared into Madria’s midnight eyes, at her own tiny reflection mirrored in those pools of liquid night, and felt her unease lessening. She didn’t know why she was getting so attached to this demon. She was certain that the woman held no true affection for her. She was little more than a pet or a toy, as Mephisto had said. Still, she felt a closeness to Madria that she didn’t feel toward the others. It was almost as if she knew her, had known her for years.
“Are you ready?” Mephisto didn’t wait for her to answer. He picked Gloria up and slammed her down into the rotting corpse that lay on the floor between them.
“No! Oh God! Help!”
One of the first things she’d learned in hell was that uttering God’s name was blasphemy. But she didn’t care. She was overwhelmed by the horror of her own putrefying flesh. Her senses screamed out, revolting against this rotting meat casket she suddenly found herself entombed in. She was suffocating. Her heart and lungs were useless and she felt as if she were dying all over again. Then she felt hands working inside of her, ripping out organs and replacing them with other parts. Her heart suddenly began to beat but it was not her heart. This one was different, more powerful. It beat with a thundering pulse that vibrated through her bones. She screamed as she felt layer after layer of skin being grated from her body. Every nerve-ending shrieked in bone-jarring anguish as she was unmade and remade in her new form. Her eyes, her breasts, her mouth, even her vagina was reworked or replaced.
She felt nothing like herself when she finally rose from the cave floor. Her nerves were still on fire from the crude surgery, but the pain was fading quickly. Her new muscles surged with power like dynamos. She could feel an unseen energy vibrating in her sinews.
“You’ve spent your entire life as a victim. Now you’re going to get a taste of what it feels like to be the victimizer. Go. Enjoy yourself. Bring us souls!” Mephisto laughed and the other demons joined in.
“But what do I do? How do I bring you souls?”
“You’ll figure it out. Now go!”
“Where?”
He pointed. “There. I believe you already know the way.”
“But what—”
It was the tunnel. The same one she’d walked through with her daughter so long ago. She had no idea where Angela was now. She wasn’t even sure she still cared. Nothing mattered to her now. Nothing could be worse than what she was leaving behind.
She stumbled toward the tunnel, taking one look back before disappearing.
Part V
Heaven’s light looked gray in the distance, a mocking reminder of Gloria’s sacrifice. She wondered if she was somehow again being punished, and if the demons knew that God had accepted her.
Of course they had to know. What was it Madria had said? She couldn’t believe he’d almost accepted Gloria. Would he still?
She glanced down at her new form, skin glistening like the skin of the Masters, muscles rippling beneath the surface, alive when she should not be, on her way back to earth to bring
the Masters more souls. The very fact that she was alive again, going back to earth, was a defiance of God’s will. He had condemned her to death and to hell and now she was alive again. The Masters were sealing her fate, making sure she would never be forgiven now.
Her new body was fast and tireless. In no time she had reached the fork in the tunnels. One way led to heaven’s gate. The other led back to life. Gloria stopped and looked into both tunnels. She wanted to run back to Earth but wondered where Angela was, if she was okay. But she knew now there was no way she could ever save her daughter in this place. Besides, she reasoned, it had been insanity for her to risk her own salvation for the sake of the ungrateful child. She wondered if she’d still be forgiven if she went back to heaven now, in her demon form, with their blood running through her veins, their organs beating in her chest, most of the flesh and blood God had given her still rotting in hell. Would he accept her like this?
Did she care anymore?
Part of her wanted so badly to try, wanted the misery and confusion to end but she was terrified of being denied. She’d turned her back on him when he’d offered her salvation. Gloria turned and headed back into the tunnel, once again turning her back on heaven and God. She was not ready yet.
The tunnel narrowed as she made her way through. She had gone far past the point at which she and Angela had become worms. Now she was crawling along on her belly, scrambling her way through the ever narrowing tunnel. Claustrophobia began to set in as the space grew progressively tight and became unbearably hot and moist. Soon she was completely submerged in some viscous fluid, holding her breath and trying not to panic. The walls surrounding her felt more like flesh than stone; she could smell blood and mucus and bile, hear a heartbeat and feel it pulsing around her. When she pushed hard enough the walls of the tunnel expanded. Gloria started to suffocate again. She suddenly realized where she was.
Her fingers prodded the lining of her casing, and she scraped its sides, trying to dig out a hole, to escape. Panic set in as she began pushing hard against the flesh that surrounded her, punching and clawing at it until it gave, until she began to see light through the rents she tore in her tomb of meat and bone. Something began cutting its way to her from the outside, widening the gash she’d ripped in the living flesh around her. Another pair of hands reached in and grabbed hers, helping to pull her free.
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