Other Stories
Codes: M/f, bnd, nc, oral, hell, joke
There had been a war between Hell and Earth. During one of their incursions, an incubus named Arkham (he was something of a court jester) had taken a young woman as a prisoner and sex slave, after making a bet that he could keep her naked for (a) the entire attack, and (b) three months after that. This had been half a year ago, and Amelia hadn't even seen any clothes in her size since she'd gotten into the shower minutes before the attack.
Arkham grinned as he led her on a leash into a somewhat seedy-looking bar near the edge of the Demon Realm. He was currently seven feet tall, with brown leathery skin and huge black wings, dressed in the garb of Victorian nobility; he also had a human form which somewhat resembled Leonardo DiCaprio when having sex with her, and this did not make it any more enjoyable. He ran a hand through Amelia's short, sandy-blonde hair, and said, "Now, you be a good little girl for all the patrons here, okay? I don't want to hear that anyone didn't enjoy you."
The patrons of the bar were all demons, and advertized this with plenty of demonic features; some of them took on the form of minotaurs or satyrs. All heads turned to Arkham as he entered, with interest. They knew Arkham. When he was involved, things were likely to turn amusing.
Amelia blushed, and resisted the urge to shrink back, but she knew it wouldn't do any good. She was going to be here until Arkham got back, at the mercy of all the demons here ...
Arkham laid her on a largeish bench on her back, and shackled her wrists to one of the armrests. "Good girl!" he said cheerfully, and turned to make a dramatic exit. "Enjoy her body, folks!"
There was a collective, unpleasant chuckle from the demons there, and she whimpered, blushing under their scrutiny, closing her eyes and trembling a bit.
Surprisingly, though, they didn't really touch her very much. Apart from incubi and succcubi, demons weren't interested in lust as much as bloodlust. (Or was it bloodthirst? Amelia had never been entirely sure whether bloodthirst meant you wanted to see lots of blood and bloodlust meant you were a vampire, or vice versa.) Furthermore, even if he was a jester, Arkham was one of the higher-ups in Hell. No one wanted to offend him by breaking one of his toys.
An imp had gotten drunk and was boasting at the bar. "So ... so then, he was — the walls came down around him, right? And he was all, 'No! I must kill the demons!'" it babbled. "And then he was ... y'know, a zombie. But right before that — right before he turned into a zombie, I got into his radio and I said ... I said ..." It tried to take on a serious tone. "'No, John. You are ... the ... demons.'"
The imp wasn't Arkham, but this got a bit of a laugh from the tavern. Amelia managed a slight giggle as well, but only because of how nonsensically bad the imp was at storytelling.
A demon burst into tavern, wild fear in its eyes. "Lucifer's coming!" it exclaimed, and then ran back out again.
The tavern's atmosphere devolved into chaos, as the demons stampeded out of it, half of them running into the streets, half of them clambering into the backroom. In the confusion, Amelia was left chained to the bench.
There was a moment of silence. It seemed to be a bit too long. Then the drunken imp ran out of the backroom, screaming "Lucifer's coming!" and out of the front door, then ran back into the bar towards the backroom again, and again screamed, "Lucifer's coming!"
Then there was a stomping noise. A ten-foot-tall red-skinned with goat hooves on its feet walked into the tavern, looking around and grinning. It was also extremely male; even with its large size taken into account, his penis was huge. His blazing yellow eyes gleamed as he caught sight of Amelia, and stomped over towards her.
"Hello there, little girl," he purred, and shrank down to merely six feet tall. "Mm, you look really cute. Howabout giving me a blowjob?"
Amelia whimpered, and parted her lips, taking the demon's length into her mouth, and began licking and sucking, eyes wide.
"Mmm ... you must be Arkham's pet," rumbled the demon, gently thrusting in and out of her mouth and petting her hair. "Mmm, yes ... oooh, you're good at this! Guess I won't rip ya in half ..."
Amelia blushed, squeezing her eyes shut as she kept sucking, a shudder of humiliated arousal running through her as she kept on sucking. "Mmph ..."
The red demon groaned as he finally came, flooding her mouth with his thick white cream, and he shuddered, petting her hair. "Now, swallow it!"
Amelia squeaked, blushing as she swallowed all of his cum, eyes squeezed shut.
"Good girl," he said, wiping his cock on her face, then expanded back to his full ten-foot-tall size. "Guess I've only got time for that, I gotta get outta here quick."
Amelia gulped. "W-why ...?" she stammered in a soft voice.
"Cuz," he said. "Lucifer's coming."