Title: Hellish Reward II Part 5
Category: Paranormal
Author Pen name:
Knorg
Email: paxgronk@hotmail.com
Description: A year after the disappearance of the dude from
Hellish Reward, three old friends quest to find him. He probably owes them
money. Meanwhile, he’s in Hell.
Part 5 contains:
MM/F-Tentacle with some pain.
What happened to us next?
A bad day got a whole lot worse, that’s what.
“Why didn’t you warn me
about that shrubbery?” Pete started to complain. I quickly cut him off.
“I did,” I said, “near the
end of the last fucking part, but one.”
“The what?”
“Never mind, dude. We’re
through the lobby now. Listen: we’re gonna take the quickest path through Hell
I know to get you out of here. I’m not exactly familiar with the way out
myself. Still, with any luck we’ll make it out before Dave and Jim-Bob come
looking for me. What the hell are those stupid crazy bastards considering
braving Hell for anyway for the likes of me?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I wouldn’t
have bothered,” he said. The right bastard.
“Are you ready for this?
We’re gonna take a trip through the sewers soon!” I told him cheerfully, “Say
Yay!”
“Hell has sewers?” Pete
didn’t get into the spirit of things.
“Of course. Where do you
think boy bands come from?”
I was walking ahead of
Pete down this sandy-floored passage with a low roof. There wasn’t much to look
at there – it was like an early 3D game design. I was ahead for two reasons;
the first was that I supposedly knew where I was going. The second, and more
important, was so I didn’t have to look at Pete’s hairy naked dead ass. The
truth of the matter was that I wasn’t really sure where we were going. A lot of
the layout of Hell and places within respond to psychic stimulus, so it’s often
changing as people and things come and go. It was still possible to aim
for a destination and eventually arrive there, if you knew what you were doing.
I hoped I knew what I was
doing.
“Anyway, look on the
bright side Pete – those minor demons who did notice us took one look at my
collar tag and stayed out of our way. I hoped that’d happen. After all, it’s
obvious you and me couldn’t have broken my chain so nobody’s gonna think I’m
helping you escape. They think She must have done it. Logic, see?”
That was what I assumed at
the time was happening, It didn’t occur to me until much later that they could
probably also smell Lilith all over me. I had the mark of a powerful demon and
her powerful mum upon me, and all Peter had was his hairy dead ass. That might
well have been enough to protect him – even demons have limits, you know what
I’m saying?
Things had been going
pretty good – the only real problem had come when Pete hadn’t been able to
control his shock at seeing a McDonalds franchise. Of course, naked dead guys
don’t carry a whole lot of change -
some have a couple of coins - so I had to drag him away as best I could.
As with evils, all dull
sandy corridors must eventually have their ends. I led Pete around a bend and
we walked into a fairly large grey-walled room. It was pretty damn dark in
there. Shadows jumped about from flickering torches set into the walls. The
ceiling of the room was shadowed above; I couldn’t tell how high it went. I
could see three other doorways out of the room aside from the way we had come
in; there was a doorway set into each corner. They were small, as hell-doors
go, seemingly not designed for the passage of large things. Set above
each of the doors was an iron portcullis on a chain, ready to fall. The only
other thing I noted in the room was a big smooth column, easily five feet
across, in the centre. The top disappeared up into the shadows. All in all, the
room looked like a ‘dungeons and dragons’ player’s dungeon dream. Yeah, you
heard that right.
“Which way do we go now
then?” Pete asked.
His voice echoed for an
unnaturally long period. I started to feel about as uneasy as little Red Riding
Hood did when she saw her mum putting dog biscuits into granny’s food basket.
“Well…” I began.
Behind us, a woman
laughed. I spun to the side as quickly as a virgin shoots his load. I caught
the briefest glimpse of a pale skinned woman. As soon as I focussed, there was
nobody there.
Pete was both a Star Wars
fan and a SomethingAwful reader, “It’s a trap!” he said. I wanted to slap him,
even though I thought I was right. He has that effect on people.
I spoke loudly and
clearly, “Now, now… Pete… who’d want to trap us? We’re just going about our
mistress’s business, eh?” I fingered the nametag on my collar, and continued,
“I’m sure nobody would want to interfere in her business.”
Now, either Pete hadn’t
quite cottoned on to what I was trying, or wanted to die twice.
“What the hell are you
talking about? You ran away from her! You said you’d be in major trouble if you
were…”
The portcullises slammed
down. We were trapped like front row ticket holders at a Cliff Richard concert.
“Pete. You belong dead.” I
spoke with heartfelt emotion and a Frankenstein’s monster accent. Or tried too
– It came out Kentish.
“I can’t believe you got
me into this!” he shot back, getting me good and mad.
“Bite me! I’m only here
because you asked me to help you!”
We heard more laughter and
looked towards the central pillar. This time there was an attractive pale white
arm wrapped around the column’s bulk. Dancing shadows and the mass of stone
obscured its owner. At least, I hope it was stone – you never can tell in Hell.
The fingers wiggled, and then signalled for us to come to the column.
“What do we do?” Pete
spoke with the same of tremor of fear of a likely painful defeat that he used
whenever Zidane played for France, Van Nistelrooy for Holland or Heskey came on
for England.
“Well,” I said, “If we
stay here she’ll probably come get us anyway. Let’s go.” With a lot of
trepidation and, on Pete’s part, hairy naked ass wobbling, we approached the
wide column.
“I can’t wait until this
is over with…” Pete muttered.
“Me either. Then I can
stop talking about your hairy naked ass.”
“What?”
“Never mind, dude.”
We reached the column, and
each walked around a different direction. We met on the other side.
Uncharacteristically avoiding the obvious, neither of us said that there was
nobody there. It was then that I noticed that there was a circle in the floor
around the column, and that the floor there was slightly lower than in the rest
of the room. Laughter sounded from the other side of the column so we trooped
back around our respective column sides. This time we only got half the way
around before we saw her. She was standing there in a kickass leather dress,
with her pale hands on her blood-red leather skirt.
Hell – where Leather has
never gone out of fashion. Or Mullets.
All in all, she looked
like a ‘dungeons and dragons’ player’s wet dream - without dice. I recognised
that her physical features were Japanese, without any obvious inhuman features beyond
the pale skin – she was either a demon or blogger. An uncomfortable tremble of
precognition rumbled in my stomach. I wasn’t a second sighter, but I’d
developed a few instincts in Hell and right now, all I could think of was a big
plate of spaghetti. I dropped down on one knee faster than a sinner on
judgement day and started to beg.
“Great lady. We beseech
thy mercy, pray forgive the foolish prattling of my simple minded and dead
companion. He knows nothing. Our mistress would not willingly see us harmed…”
Yeah, well, it was pretty fucking spur of the moment. Lets hear you try
something better when your naked and in Hell.
“You what?” Pete seemed
determined to get us royally fucked. Literally. He continued with a rant about
how I shouldn’t be the one calling anyone stupid, and what a twat I was for
getting him into this. If there hadn’t been a column between us, I’d have
kicked his balls into orbit.
Of course, she just
laughed. I enjoy the sound of woman’s laugher but she was starting to grate.
The demoness lifted her hand and gently waved a finger from side to side. No.
“Is this… is this where we
get raped by a horny demon woman?” Pete asked, rubbing his hands together. The
woman smiled broadly as her legs glowed and blurred. She now had a huge tangle
of blood red tentacles of differing widths and endings writhing beneath her.
They emerged from her waist and a few were easily holding her up off the
ground.
“I bloody well hope not…”
I started, but it was too late. Tentacles extended effortlessly out and blasted
towards us. “Shit. We’re fuckin’ Hentai’d and we aren’t even dressed as
schoolgirls. ‘the fuck did we have to wander through Japanese Hell for?” I
complained, as heavy tentacles wrapped around my ankles and wrists, and dragged
my naked back and ass up against the column. Around the other side I could hear
something similar happening to Pete. The tentacles around my wrists were
smooth, firm, and felt as dry as healthy human skin. Our attacker continued to
laugh as she whipped other tentacles around herself; too fast for me to get a
good look at them. Pete started moaning and cursing around the other side of
the column and then shouting angered defiance. One close look at those tentacles
and I stopped talking and kept my fucking mouth shut, I can tell you.
“What’s she doing? What’s
she gonna do? Let me go!” I heard Pete saying. I figured that she was making us
anticipate her attack, letting us torture ourselves in a thousand inventive
ways at the speed of thought before she even touched us. I shivered as I
realised I was enjoying the fear and growing aroused. I felt ashamed, growing
aroused at the touch of another demoness when I was supposed to be Hers. If
you’d ever asked me as a kid if I thought that, one day, I’d pop a boner while
pinned to a pillar by a tentacle demon I’d probably have looked at you a bit
funny and refused to get in your car. You know what I mean.
“Arrrgh! Arrgh!” A new
urgency in Pete’s cries dragged me from my mental reverie, and I looked to see
two bundles of writhing tentacles splitting out of the mass and moving across
the floor towards each of us. I grit my teeth and threw a pleading glance at
our demonic captor. Fool that I am, she of course drank it in and enjoyed it. I
looked down to see the bundle of tentacles writhing in front of me and found my
fear rising. I’m thankful to this day I managed to avoid cursing a traditional
‘oh, bugger me’.
“Lady,” I called,
forgetting to keep my mouth shut, “I am the property of a most powerful demon.
I will not willingly give myself to you!” Then, with a little more fear in my
voice as she laughed again, “Please, let us go. Please!”
It sounded like Pete was
seeing the same things before him that I was, shouting about he didn’t want to
be touched by a thick tentacle. The thickest tentacle of the bunch rose up out
of the mass in front of me, stopping at groin height. I locked my eyes on it
and was surprised by what I saw. It end of the tentacle was far from phallic, being
flat, and rounded, with a slit that reminded me more hairless pussy lips than
any piss-slit.
“Shit!” it nuzzled forward
and began to impale itself on my semi-hard cock. I heard a high-pitched squeal
from Pete. The poor bastard was clearly terrified. The large tentacle soon had
my cock entirely engulfed. It was slick and warm inside and pulsed rhythmically
around my meat. It felt like there were little clit like nubs just inside the
tentacles ‘lips’ rubbing against my cock.
That felt good. I was soon
groaning gently, while protesting as best I could between my clenched teeth, as
the tentacle worked my prick. Others ‘broke out’ from the bundle and rubbed up
my legs, around my crotch and then up my chest. All the ones I could see had
the same kind of ending as the one working my cock, but the ones still on the
ground appeared different. I could hear Pete’s cries growing steadily louder
and more frequent from the other side of the column; it sounded to me like he
was trying to bang his ass against the column and pull his prick out of his
tentacle. I didn’t have much sympathy for his plight as I was greatly enjoying
the sensations in my cock. The pulsing around my prick increased milking my
prick.
“That’s good…” I moaned,
“I mean… uh… Damn you again for doing this to me! Damn youuuuu!”
I remembered Pete wasn’t
anybody’s property and tried to alleviate his fear, “Pete man! Just relax and
enjoy it!”
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?
SOME KIND OMMM AMPOTT!” Pete’s angered sounded was muffled, and it sounded to
me like a tentacle pushing across his mouth must have cut it off. A few had
rubbed over my face, and the slits smelt good up close, much like the demon
musk I was used to.
Gently pulsing tentacles
were soon wrapped around most of my body. They held me tightly as I came inside
the tentacular-pussy. It pulled away and another moved in and quickly replaced
it. The tentacles wrapped around my neck didn’t stop me looking over at our
demonic captor. The leather straps on her dress were down, exposing a lovely
pair of inhumanly perfect breasts with blood-red nipples. I saw that she hadn’t
moved from her spot and was happily playing with her breasts. Her heard was
hanging back, and her mouth hanging open. I thought I could hear her mewling
with pleasure over Pete’s muffled cries. At least she’d stopped the fucking
laughing. It was at about that time that I heard Pete’s muffled cries reach
their peak. His rocking back against the column ceased and he groaned.
“Knew… knew you’d get into
it…” I muttered. A splash sounded loudly from Pete’s side of the column,
suggesting he was shooting a porn-star’s quantity of spunk. ‘Far more
information about Pete than I wanted to know,’ I thought. Of course, it was
only later I realised the hideous truth.
A tentacle stopped right
in front of my mouth and started rubbing my lips. I no longer felt like
resisting. I stuck out my tongue and licked it, and then tasted just inside. It
pushed more forcefully against my face. I could just see the demoness nodding
me on as I pushed out my tongue and swiped it along the tentacle lips. They
tasted sweet and I licked for more, pushing my tongue inside the warm pulsing
tentacle. Working the small internal nubs seemed to bring little as I tried my
best to orally pleasure my captor like I would a woman.
The new tentacle working
on my cock was as good as the first, and it managed to get me hard again as it
worked my shaft. I took a little longer, but I was soon gasping and shooting a
load into that one as well. Pulsing writhing tentacles around my neck supported
my hanging head as a third tentacle started to trouble my shaft. I realised
that the demoness wanted me in all her many holes. ’OH SHIT’ I thought,
as I felt the tentacles rubbing over the now very sensitive crown and trying to
tempt my cock back to hardness.
“Gimmee… few minutes” I
suggested, as the tentacle moved from my mouth. Pete was managing to impress me
with his sexual prowess – and I sure as shit never wanted to know about that
either. From what I had heard Pete was already servicing his fourth tentacle.
Not me and Mr Floppsy though. We were done. The tentacles drew away from my
crotch and for some reason I felt a surge of triumph. Can you ever imagine
superman feeling heroic for not being able to get it up?
“Ha! You can’t rape me any
more you… EEEEEEEEP!” was how I started to crow before two thin tentacles rose
from the much reduced bundle on the floor. I was just about ready to shit my
column as I saw their ends; they looked not unlike scorpion stingers and they
were headed right for my balls.
“AARRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
A stinger struck each
testicle, right on target.
“FFFUUUUCCCCKKKARRGGGHHHHH!”
I was drowning out Pete’s frequent muffled cries in my agony. I banged my head
back against pulsing tentacle – the only thing that stopped me braining myself
against the column. I wanted to pass out, I wanted to die.
I was taking quick
panicked breaths between cries as I looked down to see that the tentacles were
withdrawing from my swollen scrotum, two dots of blood signalling their
departure. The demoness was raptly enjoying the show, drinking my suffering.
The fire in my balls spread through my shaft and then, incredibly, mercifully,
faded. I looked down at my suddenly bloated balls and erect cock, and the
precum-like liquid leaking from the end.
The tentacles began to
swarm for my crotch again. The fastest impaled itself on my shaft and began
massaging it within the slick, wet, tenticular heat.
“oooohhhh wowwwww,” I
groaned loudly, “I’m I’m… oooohhh fucccckkk…”
The sensations were the
best yet and I started thrusting my hips against the tentacle, willingly
fucking the pulsing organ like the pussy it resembled. I came hard with the
tentacle milking me like cow a cow’s udder as more cum blasts than I’d ever
shot blew into it. Finally the tentacle reluctantly pulled off with a wet
sucking noise and another took its place on my hard cock.
I could still hear Pete’s
loud muffled complaining along with his rhythmic cries of pleasure and pain on
the other side of the column. I was in no mood to listen - I assumed she wasn’t either, hence the
muffling - as the tentacles drove me from climax to climax and milked the
seemingly-never-ending streams of spunk from my balls. It seemed like hours passed
as we were trapped and our captor employed tentacle after tentacle upon us. My
fingers were flexing spastically as I hung in my soft prison, my whole world
reduced to the multiple orgasms flowing through me. Sometimes I had a tentacle
in my face to lick, or near my fingers to massage and prod, but she seemed
mostly interest in milking my balls.
I was near dead from
exhaustion when she unwound all her tentacles from us without warning. I landed
hard on the cold floor. It was no longer hard and I began to sink into it -
Pete did the same. I was too tired to resist as warm grey mud washed over me.
She started to laugh
again.
Everything went black.