9 Hells

by Dan Rozon

Cindi could think of worse things to which the gods may have sentenced her to, rather than some time in hell. Sure, it was hot here, but it beat the frost bite she might otherwise get in the dead of winter. And there were no traffic jams, no need to go to work. And while she was here, it seemed she had no need for food, or water. Of course, she didn't like the idea of having to run errands for she lesser devils and demons, but those were the breaks. There were a few like her down there, but most of them, unlike her, were dead in their real life, and thus condemned there for life. Being here was just a part time thing for her.

She was hoping to see Satan soon, for it had been some time since she'd last had a good fuck, and her loins were screaming out for one. She'd often caught herself looking at the massive cocks the arch-fiends had, and shivered at her own thoughts. Of course, when she looked back on it, she'd already fucked Satan. What could be worse than that?

She was walking through the streets of Garzan, a city in the 4th plane of hell. Her surroundings were like it was everywhere. Cracking red roads, a spit of fire here and there emerging through some of the cracks. A what would be sky, looking simply like a red and dusty haze, and several strange and hideous creatures flying around everywhere. The city itself, looked like something you might find way back in the medieval times, and this, Cindi found quite amusing, for you figure, with all their powers, the arch-devils and demons, might have found something out about technology.

Wearing a blood red dress that was unusually thin, and showed the outline of her firm, young body, (the form of which she'd chosen for that day, since witches have the ability to take the form of most earth creatures) and her robust breasts, showing quite nicely, as well as the nipples that capped them, she stepped elegantly inside The Savage Sword Tavern, one of many such places she'd learned of in the nine hells.

"Hello, Cindi," Cronis the bartender said. He looked basically human, but Cindi was sure he'd signed a pact with Satan, and thus, after the contract was served, he was condemned here. An attractive man really, but Cindi had heard he was unable to leave this Tavern. Of course, she always wondered how he knew who she was, no matter which form she took.

"Cronis," she nodded, and took a seat at the bar. "The usual, please." Cronis grinned, as he put down a glass of rye and coke before her. The room was filled with mostly arch-fiends, all of them crowding in one section of the room, seemingly conversing over something, with the odd one taking a quick glance over at Cindi. "What's with them?" Cindi asked.

"They are planning their seduction of you," Cronis said simply. Cindi searched his face, looking for a sign in which might tell her he was joking, but she found none.

"You aren't serious are you?" she gasped.

"Of course I am. Would I joke about something like that?" He grinned.

"You'll protect me, won't you?" Cindi said, giving him her sweetest smile.

Cronis laughed. "Sure, if you'll just hop on over the bar here. But be warned, I haven't had a woman in over 500 years, you might be safer with the fiends than myself."

Cindi looked over at the huddle of arch-fiends. There was 8 of them, and everyone of them had a serious hard on. The smallest of them was a full 8" long, the largest, near 12" long, each of them thicker than anything she'd ever had in her life. Cindi felt her crotch begin to tingle, and she turned away quickly. She really needed a good screwing. "Maybe I'll be able to help you with that then." Her smile turned into a wicked grin.

"I'd most certainly owe you one, however, it would have to be in here, for I am unable to leave this joint." He sighed.

"What's wrong with in here?" Cindi sipped her drink.

Cronis smiled slightly, then motioned with a nod of his head to the arch-fiends. "Unless you want them to get a hold of you, I suggest you leave."

Cindi turned and saw one of the arch-fiends making its way towards her. She paused to think on whether or not she actually did want the arch-fiends to get a hold of her. Yes, she did want to get fucked, but by those ugly things!? She stood up to leave, but before she could get anywhere, the arch-fiend grabbed hold of her arm.

"Let me go you beast!" she yelled. The arch-fiend replied with an incomprehensible grumble. Cindi started to think of some magic she might use, but just as she did so she heard Cronis behind her.

"Sorry Cindi, no magic permitted in here, don't even bother to try," he sighed. "Them's are the rules."

Angered, she tried to pull her arm free from the arch-fiend's grasp. "I just wanted to cast a spell so I could understand what the fuck this beast was saying!" She continued to struggle. "Some help you are!"

"He said, he's going to rip off your clothes and fuck you until you scream, and then the rest of them are going to have their turns with you," Cronis said simply.

Cindi relaxed a moment, Cronis' words not sinking into her head. "Oh, is that all he said?" As soon as she relaxed, the beast had its hands all over her dress, ripping and tearing at the flimsy material. Cindi hit the arch-fiend half-heartedly. Deep down inside, she wanted its massive cock deep inside her now moist vagina. She was just afraid to admit it to herself.

In a matter of seconds, the arch-fiend had the dress torn to shreds, and tossed Cindi up onto a table. With Cindi's breasts exposed to the humid and hot air, her nipples became erect. Before she had time to think, the Arch-fiend had her legs spread, and was positioning its cock, which was about 10" long, and about as thick as her wrist, at the lips of her tight vagina. Cindi, knowing there was not much she could do, laid back, preparing herself for the impaling she was about to take.

With a vicious thrust, the arch-fiend drove half of his massive cock, straight up Cindi's stretching vagina. Unused to the enormous size of the arch-fiend's cock, Cindi felt like she was being fucked for the first time, all over again. However, the pleasure it brought, to finally have her vagina filled with a hard, hot, and throbbing cock, was enough to wash away any pain she might have felt, and she drove her crotch forward, trying to take more of the beast's huge cock into her.

With each stroke, the arch-fiend drove his cock deeper and deeper into Cindi's hot vagina, further stretching her. Cindi began to moan, wishing there was someone to suck and lick at her aching nipples, but knowing full well that the arch-fiend had no intention of satisfying any of her desires. She began to squeeze and pull at her nipples with her own fingers.

The arch-fiend's thrusts became harder and faster, and soon the entire length of his 10" cock was driving into Cindi's wanton vagina, filling her, like she'd never been before. Cindi could feel the fiend's hairy legs pricking at the inside of her thighs, and with her eyes closed tightly, and her head moving side to side, she felt her first orgasm nearing.

Suddenly, Cindi felt the arch-fiend's cock swell inside her throbbing vagina, and then a flood of its semen shot deep into her vagina, driving her over the edge, and sending her into her own orgasm. Her vagina milked and contracted around the arch-fiend's massive cock, taking all that it had to give her.

Then the arch-fiend left from between her legs, only to have another one replace him. This one's cock was not as big as the last one, but Cindi, being sensitive from the last fuck, felt as if it were just about the same size.

Her chest was heaving, as she fought to breathe between gasps and groans. The cock between her legs drove deep into her saturated vagina, and then pulled almost all the way out, before thrusting back in again. Cindi ground her crotch against the invading cock.

"Oh yes! Give it to me!" she screamed.

Suddenly, much to Cindi's disappointment, the arch- fiend fired a load of cum deep into her body, and then was gone. Cindi remained there, waiting for the next arch-fiend to fill her with its cock, her hand moving down to her clit, rubbing it vigorously.

She felt another cock press against her labia, and screamed with delight when she felt it stretch her lips apart and the head of the cock probe into her sopping pussy.

With one thrust from the arch-fiend, she felt 6" of thick hard cock, drive into her vagina. It felt as if this cock were thicker than the first, and if it were to go in any deeper, it might split her in two. A slight pull back, and then a hard thrust, and this time 8" of the arch-fiends massive cock, drove deep into Cindi's saturated pussy. Again, the arch-fiend thrusted deep into Cindi's stretched vagina, and this time a full 11" entered her, banging against her cervix. Then pulling back 8" and then driving with enough force to push her up the table, the arch-fiend fucked all of it's 12" cock straight up Cindi's wanton hole.

For a moment, Cindi thought she was in heaven, rather than in hell. The arch-fiend's cock stroked in and out of her wet hole, further stretching her with each thrust. Cindi's pussy began throbbing and contracting around the beast's enormous cock.

Cindi felt an orgasm coming on with such force that it turned her vision red, and her head began to swim. The arch-fiend's cock throbbed and swelled inside her hot vagina, stroking it with 8" thrusts, each thrust ending with the head of its cock banging against her cervix, and its heavy balls slapping her gorgeous ass.

Cindi's back arched as she fell into the final stage of her orgasm. Hot searing pleasure flowed through her screaming body as fluids gushed out of her hot hole, coating her inner thighs. Her vagina squeezed and milked the arch-fiend's invading cock, taking its toll on the beast, and suddenly the arch-fiend drove his cock deep into Cindi's vagina, and let go a torrent of cum deep into Cindi's womb, filling her with its come until it overflowed and dripped down the crack of her ass, sending Cindi into another wave of ecstasy. The amount of pleasure was enough to send Cindi off into unconsciousness as her vision turned black, and her mind wondered off. The arch-fiend continued to thrust his cock in and out of her saturated hole, until it was fully spent.

Cindi did not come around, remaining unconscious as the rest of the Arch-fiends filled her pussy with their hot thick sperm, and only until a while after all the arch-fiends left, did she finally regain consciousness...

Cindi awoke to Cronis' face. The area between her legs was sore from all the screwing she'd just had, and her entire body seemed to be stiff, from head to toe.

"And she finally comes 'round," Cronis grinned.

Cindi looked around and saw that it was just her and Cronis inside the Tavern. "Good God!" Cindi groaned.

"Don't say that too loud!" Cronis warned, and then helped her sit up on the table. "Feel ok?" He asked.

"Wonderful!" Cindi gasped at the memory. "That was simply incredible."

"It was quite a sight," Cronis agreed. "Here," he said, and wrapped a blanket around Cindi, covering her up. Cindi looked up at him curiously.

"Why has such a guy like yourself, been placed down here?" she asked, hugging the blanket around herself.

"Greed," Cronis said simply.

Cindi could feel Cronis' gaze on her body. She knew he wanted her, and knowing this aroused her. She got up off the table, and stood on wobbly legs. "Can I have a drink?"

Cronis took a while to respond, as he continued to look over Cindi. "Hmm? Ya! Of course." He turned quickly and headed back to the bar, getting Cindi a rye and coke. Cindi moved over to the bar and sat on a stool, the blanket still wrapped around her body. She combed her fingers through her hair, pulling out some of the knots that had formed in it. Cronis pushed the rye and coke in front of Cindi, and took a long lustful stare at her. Cindi picked up the glass, and took a generous sip.

"Ah!" she sighed. "I feel so stiff," she said as she rotated her shoulders. Cronis paused a moment, and then walked around the bar behind Cindi. Cindi felt his hands press gently on her shoulders, and his fingers work the muscles of her neck, relaxing her.

"Mmm," she moaned, "that's nice."

"So why are you here?" Cronis asked, as his hands moved to her shoulders, and down her back, kneeding her stiff muscles.

"A number of reasons," Cindi said in a near whisper. "Could because I shrunk some guy's dick. Could be because I turned another guy's wife against him. Could be because I changed into a wolf while some guy was doing me doggie-style. I guess they all added up," Cindi grinned.

Cronis laughed. "You did all that? Why?"

"They all deserved it."

"Obviously the gods didn't think so," Cronis smiled.

"Obviously." Cindi wanted to feel his hands against her skin, and let the blanket drop from her shoulders. "Seriously, for 500 years, you've not had a woman?"

Cronis chuckled, his fingers raking down Cindi's back, causing her to moan. "Not a real woman like yourself, only a few succubi. And with them, you have to watch yourself. Although, with what you just told me, I think I'd have to watch myself with you as well," he grinned.

"Only if you wronged me somehow," Cindi chuckled.

"I'll have to be sure I don't do that then, won't I?" Cronis smiled.

"Mmm Hmm." Cindi leaned back against Cronis' hands. "So what are they like?" Cindi asked. "Succubi I mean."

Cronis paused a moment, his hands stopping their movement over Cindi's skin. "Well," his hands began to move again. "For one thing, they'll do just about everything you can possibly imagine. I guess they aren't too bad, but like I said, you have to watch yourself. Especially if you are a living person. They like to draw from your lifeforce, and if you don't watch it, they'll kill you in doing so. Of course, you'll die happy, but still."

"But you're dead, aren't you?" Cindi said, somewhat confused.

Cronis chuckled softly. "Hell no, excuse the pun. I was never killed really. When the contract, which was 9 years long, was over, I was just brought here. No killing, no nothing, just brought here to serve Satan. One of his many servants." He paused a moment, his hands traveling down Cindi's side, caressing the sides of her breasts. "Kind of like how you are his servant, actually, only I'm not free to roam around. In a sense, you can say he has my soul, only I am here with it."

Cindi began to feel the tinglings in her crotch again, and her nipples became erect. "But you are 500 years old."

"That I am, but you don't age here in hell, not unless Satan wills it, or the all mighty does." His hands came down to rest at Cindi's hips.

"You really want me, don't you?" Cindi said, turning around to face him.

Cronis grinned. "Is there a man in his right mind who wouldn't?"

"But you didn't take me while I was on the table?" Cindi asked curiously.

"No, I like my women awake, and willing," Cronis grinned, staring deep into Cindi's dark blue eyes.

Cindi put her drink down on the bar top, and let her hand drift down to Cronis' crotch, where she found his cock hard and throbbing to her touch through the cloth of his pants. "I'm awake, and I'm willing," she leered at Cronis. Cronis leaned over, taking a handful of her breasts, and closed his mouth over one of her nipples.

Cindi moaned, pulling at the cord that held up Cronis' pants. Once the cord was loosened and his pants fell down to his ankles, Cindi pulled his face up from her breasts, and kissed him hungrily on the lips while one of her hands surrounded his throbbing cock. Cronis pulled his shirt up and off of himself, his hands moving over Cindi's breasts, down to her hips.

Cindi stood up off the stool, and began kissing down Cronis' neck. Then with a slithering tongue, she licked around each of his nipples, biting each of them as well. Then licked her way down into a kneeling position before his crotch. Her tongue danced over the head of his cock, then licked up and down the length of his shaft. Cronis moaned, grabbing a handful of her hair.

Cindi cupped his balls in her right hand, and with her left hand, began to stroke his shaft slowly. She let her hot, wet mouth close over the head of his cock, sucking it into her mouth. Slowly she began to take more and more of his cock into her mouth, her tongue licking around his shaft as she did so. She took half of his cock into her mouth, and then began to lift back up. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, causing him to groan with pleasure, before she moved her mouth back down the length of his cock. She repeated this many more times, always taking just half the length of his cock into her mouth, before raising back up. Then all at once, she drove her mouth down on his cock, taking as much of it as she could into her mouth and throat, her tongue licking down the shaft, and her throat constricting around the head. Up then down, she stroked his cock with her mouth, each time the head of his cock going into her throat. Cronis' breathing soon became short gasps, and his body began to tremble. He could feel his orgasm nearing, sweat dripping down his brow, and his body burning with desire.

Just before he was able to fire his load of sperm deep into Cindi's throat, he pulled her off his twitching cock. "Turn around," he said with a moan. She did as she was told, and leaned up against the bar, sticking her ass out at Cronis. Cronis bent down behind her, getting a good look at her swollen labia and her pink pussy, as well as her puckering asshole. Cindi shivered as she felt one of his fingers slide along her wet slit, dipping slightly into her vagina. She spread her legs further apart, allowing Cronis better access to her throbbing vagina. Cronis flicked his tongue over her clit, and pushed two of his fingers deep into Cindi's clutching vagina. His mouth closed over her clit, and he began to suck on it, bringing forth moans from Cindi. He began to work his tongue over her slit, taking his lubricated fingers out from her vagina. His tongue felt wonderful on her aching labia, which was still sore from the fucking she'd taken from all the arch-fiends. His tongue probed into her throbbing vagina, and he began to fuck it in and out of her, as if it were a cock. Gasps and moans escaped from Cindi, and she pushed her ass back against his face. Cronis pushed one of his fingers into Cindi's puckered asshole, and began thrusting it in and out of her in time with his tongue. With his other hand, he began to rub his fingers around her clit, then over it. Cindi began to tremble where she stood, her already weakened legs losing more strength. Cronis pulled his finger from her asshole, and replaced it with his tongue, licking out her tight dark hole, and thrusting two fingers deep into her vagina.

Cindi groaned with pleasure, never before having a man do this to her before, and now since it was being done for the first time, she loved it. She felt his tongue leave her asshole, and his fingers leave her wet vagina, then she felt the head of his cock pressing against her anus. She thought of protesting, but instead, allowed the head of Cronis' cock to enter her rectum. She winced as she felt something, somewhat close to pain, as her rectum stretched to fit more of Cronis' cock. Slowly, bit by bit, Cronis pushed more and more of his cock into Cindi's virgin asshole. Soon, the entire length of Cronis' 8" cock was embedded in Cindi's tight anus. Cindi's breath came in short gasps, as her asshole struggled to stretch and accommodate the size of Cronis' cock. She felt Cronis' fingers on her clit, as he left his cock deep in her asshole. Soon, what was once pain became just a slight discomfort, and with Cronis' fingers working on her clit, and his other hand grasping her breasts, the discomfort was forgotten.

Cronis slowly began to stroke his throbbing cock in and out of Cindi's tight asshole. And with each of his thrusts, the feel of his cock in her anus became more and more pleasurable to Cindi. She began throwing her ass back at his thrusts, trying to get more of his cock into her, her ass turning in small circles, and squeezing around the cock lodged inside it.

"Oh! Fuck my ass!" Cindi yelled out. "Harder! Harder!" Cronis obeyed by thrusting his cock into her with ferocity, his balls hitting her sopping pussy. "Oh YES! YES!" Cindi screamed.

Cindi felt two of Cronis' fingers enter her vagina, and pump in and out of her at the same rate that his cock did in her asshole.

Cronis continued to pump his 8" cock in and out of her stretched asshole, his breaths becoming shorter and shorter as he neared his orgasm, Cindi not far behind.

She began to pull and squeeze at her nipples, feeling Cronis' shivers, as he fought to hold off his raging orgasm. His cock swelled deep inside her, and she felt his torrid load of sperm shoot deep into her ass. The feeling of the sperm firing inside her was enough to bring her to her own orgasm, and she began to shake and quiver, as her vagina and asshole squeezed and milked at the fingers and cock that were inside them.

"Fuck YES! Oh! I'm cumming!" Cindi screamed. Cronis continued to thrust his cock into Cindi's cum filled asshole until he was fully spent, and Cindi's quivering came to an end. Then he pulled her down on top him, his cock never leaving the depths of her anus.

they stayed together for a while on the floor like that, then finally Cindi got up off of him.

"That was wonderful," she smiled and kissed Cronis gently. "But I really must go." She sighed.

"Must you?" Cronis asked.

Cindi nodded. "You wouldn't happen to have any clothes I could wear would you?" she said as she stood up. Her vagina and asshole still sopping with cum, and it dripped down her inner thighs. "I need to wash up," she realized.

"Take a room upstairs," Cronis smiled.

"They have rooms here?"

"It is a Tavern, isn't it?"

"Well yes, but..." Cindi shrugged. Who would have expected there could be a place you could spend the night in hell?

Cronis suddenly vanished from where he was on the floor, and reappeared, fully clothed behind the bar. "Here," he said, tossing her a key. "There will be a hot bath waiting for you, possibly a little extra, who knows." He then handed her a towel, which he seemed to get from no where, and a pair of pants and a shirt.

Cindi took the stuff and smiled at him. "You are really something else." She kissed him and then started up the stairs. "I'll be sure to pay you more visits while I'm here," she grinned.

Cronis watched as she walked up the stairs, his gaze never leaving her gorgeous ass.

She looked around as she walked up the stairs. Surprisingly, the place was in decent shape. Who would have thought it? The walls were the red stone that seemed to be everywhere, however, they were smoothed out, making them almost like marble.

After entering the hallway, she found it quite odd that the only door in the hallway had the same number on it that was on her key. After unlocking the door, she entered her room.

She was awestruck. The place was far larger than she would have expected, far larger than she would have thought possible, considering the size of the tavern. To her left was a giant sized bed, covered with red satin sheets and elevated on a platform that had stairs leading up to it. Ahead of her was large painting which seemed to portray the damning of Lucifer. On it was a towering bearded figure pointing a crooked figure at a young angel who seemed to be cowering in fear.

Interesting that something like that would be in here, she thought to herself. Looking to her left, she could see a doorway which lead to what was more a sauna than a tub.

The entire place was lit by candle light, which gave the room a glowing red color. Almost cautiously, she walked into the room that had the sauna. The water steamed and bubbled. She wondered how the water was kept hot, since there was no technology here, nothing to heat it up save fire, but there was no fire around that she could see.

She placed the clothes and the towel that Cronis had given her on the floor. The constant throb that seemed to run through every muscle in her body seemed to increase with the anticipation of sokaing in the hot water.

She could feel the semen of the arch-fiends and Cronis leaking down the inside of her thigh, sending a shiver up her spine. She felt dirty, and couldn't wait to feel the hot water over her firm body, cleansing her, washing away the throbbing pain in her muscles.

Experimentally, she dipped her foot in the water. She winced at first at the tempurature of the water. It was almost unbearably hot... almost. Slowly, she lowered herself into the steaming water. Her eyes closed, she sank all the to her neck in the water, sitting down on a ledge that on the inside of the tub.

The water felt wonderous. Her delicate hands slowly moved over her entire body, kneading and massaging her aching muscles, allowing the heat of the water to loosen her, relax her. Her hands moving softly over her gorgeous breasts, then gathered water and splashed it up into her face.

Who would have thought a bath could feel so good? She thought to herself. Her hand travelled down her her thighs, and there she worked the muscles, relieving the tension in them.

She dunked herself under the water, washing her face, letting her hair get wet. Resurfacing, she looked down at the body she'd chosen for the day. She liked this one. Two long thin fingers, her own fingers, gently traced around one of her nipples until it stood out proudly.

She thought about how full she felt with the arch-fiends' penises deep inside her, how it felt to have them shooting their potent seed up inside her belly. She knew she should feel repulsed, letting such beasts have their way with her, but instead she felt wicked. The idea of doing something no one else would, something most wouldn't even think of, excited her.

Then she thought about Cronis. He seemed so kind, like he didn't belong here at all. She wondered what he'd asked for, then her mind trailed off to the feeling of his hands on her body. They'd been so gentle compared to the coarse hands of the arch-fiends, almost loving, something no man had ever done for her.

Becoming increasingly aroused, her hands moved down between her legs, one of her long fingers moving slowly between her labia before pushing gently into her vagina.

A soft moan escaped her lips and she arched her neck and back, probing deeper with her finger. She could feel the semen from the arch-fiends still inside her. She twisted and turned her finger around inside herself, bringing forth another moan from her lips, this one louder than the last.

She remembered the initial pain caused by Cronis' penis entering her anus, then the throbbing pleasure it gave her afterwards. She remembered the feeling of his sperm shooting up inside her. She remembered how full she felt, stretched. Another moan.

Her other hand began to work on her clitoris, her fingers rubbing it, teasing it out of its hiding place. Another finger worked its way into her clutching vagina. She felt herself becoming weak from arousal, and from the steam and heat of the water she was in. The temperature of the water seemed to heat up her insides, and her blood felt like it was almost boiling, her head seemed to swim, and her body, near weightless in the water, felt almost as if it was flooting on air.

Suddenly her orgasm hit her, the force of it coming as a total shock. Her body spasmed, splashing water all over the floor as she drove her fingers as deep as she could into her squeezing vagina, ralishing the exhausting sensation of the orgasm that shook her, and then the slow trip down from the heights of pleasure back to Hell.

A deep sigh escaped her, and she opened her eyes, looking about the room. Luckily, none of the water she'd splashed out onto the floor had reached the towel, or the clothes Cronis had given her.

After remaining in the water a while longer -- the water, she noticed, never seemed to cool down -- she got out and dried herself off.

She was exhausted, and needed sleep. Not wanting to sleep in the clothes Cronis had given her, she slipped into the large bed naked, enjoying the feel of the satin sheets on her soft skin.

Drifting off into sleep, she wondered what her next adventure would be, what would happen next...

She dreamt of Satan, and her first meeting with him. He came to her while she was standing alone on a hill, around her was nothing but plains and grass.

Satan was dressed in all black armor, sitting on his giant sized horse. The horse seemed to float through the air, rather than gallop along the ground.

Satan's face looked nothing like she would have thought. He was handsome, blonde hair, deep blue eyes. Definitly the most handsome man she'd ever seen. His face looked so innocent, something you wouldn't expect from the god of lies.

She staired up at him, entranced. She could feel the desire burning inside her, she knew she'd do anything he asked of her. She wanted to be his, she needed to be his.

Unmoving she watched him dismount the magnificent beast he'd been riding. The horse standing still, waiting for it's master to mount it again, ready to leave at a moments notice.

Suddenly, she sensed she was no longer wearing clothes, and she stood naked before Satan, his gaze looking deep into her soul. She knew why he was here... she'd called for him. She was angry with men, she had had enough, and it seemed that god had no time for her, therefore who else was there but Satan? And here he was. He did not ignore her like The All Mighty had. He was here, standing before her, his hand reaching out to her, beckoning to her.

She fell to her knees, taking his hand in hers and kissing it. Pleasure swarmed through her body like jolts of hell-fire, heating up her insides.

He was no longer clothed, his beautiful body naked before her eyes like a symbol of perfection. His throbbing penis standing erect away from his groin. Something in her told her she had to kiss it, a need, a desire, like nothing she'd ever felt before. Leaning forward, she gently kissed its tip, seeing it twitch under her lips. She opened her mouth, taking the head of the penis inside her mouth, then taking more, and still more, until she could feel the head lodged in her throat.

Her mind was filled with nothing but desire, and want, the want to please her master, Satan. She was his. Before she realized it, she was on her hands and knees, her bottom held high, exposing herself to Satan, who now knelt behind her.

She felt his hot throbbing penis push through her wet lips, entering her tight vagina, filling her with hard, throbbing pleasure.

She recognized the possition in which he took her, and what it symbolized. She was his pet, his bitch, and he took her as such, his hard penis thrusting in and out of her.

She gasped, she moaned, she drove her hips back, meeting his thrusts, trying to drive him deeper into her, even though she knew she was already filled to the limit.

Her body ached, not in pain, but in ecstasy, every muscle in her body screaming for her orgasm. Then it started. Her body convulsed, her back arched, a piercing scream came from her mouth, her vagina constricting around the invading penis inside it. Under normal circumstances, she was sure she would have passed out, but now, the intense pleasure only grew until it was unbearable. Scream after scream of pure pleasure came from her, her heart pounded so hard, she thought it was going to burst from her chest. She thrashed, throwing herself back at the archangel, her eyes closed tight.

She felt the head of his penis move around inside her, flexing, unflexing. She wasn't on her hands and knees anymore, she was lying on her back. She wasn't dreaming anymore, she actually did have something deep inside her, filling her, stretching her. It had to be at least a foot long, and thick, so thick.

She screamed as her orgasm continued. Her vagina clutched at the shaft inside her as it move out of her, then drove back inside her, all the way to her cervix.

Her eyes opened wide, looking down between her legs, and the surprise she found only made her orgasm become more fierce. There she saw a beautiful woman, a head full of blond hair, naked with her entire hand, up to her wrist stuck deep inside Cindi's vagina.

That was it, that put her over the edge; Cindi let out a long howling scream, releasing all the pleasure all the ecstasy that filled her every muscle, and she came around the invading hand in her vagina.

Her chest rose and fell deliciously as she sat on the edge of concsiousness, breathingly heavily. She felt the hand leave her vagina, leaving it gaping open, her juice dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets of the bed. Who was this woman? The thought entered the back of her mind, why is she here? She felt the other woman's hot mouth close gently over her right nipple, the tongue dancing over it.

Cindi moaned.

The woman's tongue licked up her chest, her neck. Cindi's mind raced. What's going on here, she wanted to say, but the words refused to come out of her mouth. She was exhausted from the force of her orgasm.

She felt the other woman's lips close over her own, in a soft, gentle kiss. Her tongue pushed into Cindi's mouth, and Cindi welcomed the invasion.

Again Cindi's mind filled with pleasure, and now her body began to feel comfortably numb. Slowly, so very slowly, she began to feel herself slipping away, into a place unknown to her. The other woman's mouth still covering hers, her hands now caressing Cindi's breasts.

A succubus! The realization came to her like a slap in the face. She then realized it was her lifeforce that was being drained. Panicking, she struggled to free herself from the succubus' kiss, trying to push the she-devil off her. But she was too weak. Her muscles would not respond to the eletrical impulses sent to them by her brain. She tried to call forth magic, but none came. She remembered Cronis saying, No magic in here.

She didn't want to die, not now, not like this. Why not like this? A thought entered her mind. She continued to struggle, but it was hopeless. Slowly, she felt her life slipping away to the woman who was now on top of her. Soon there would be nothing, and then she would know what it was truly like to be dead, and have your soul damned to hell.

"ENOUGH!" She heard a loud roar, and suddenly the succubus was thrown clear across the room into the far wall. She looked up, but only saw a clouded vision of a large muscular figure, her eyes refusing to focus.

"But..." she heard the succubus start.

"I said ENOUGH, I told you not to take her life force!" She recognized the voice as being a male voice, but she'd never heard it before. "For this, Corie, you shall be punished!"

Cindi heard the succubus get to her feet while she still laid there helplessly.

"Off with you, and we will discuss your punishment later!" the man-voice said.

Cindi then lost consciousness, the loss of most of her lifeforce taking its toll on her...

Cindi awoke, her body ached, her head pounded, and her breathing seemed somewhat raspy. It was almost as if she'd just finished running a marathon. She could only vaguely remember what had happened only hours before. She could recall the succubus, and how her life was being drained from her, and then being saved, by who, she did not know. Whoever it was, she was sure she would find out soon enough.

Slowly, she sat up and rubbed her legs. Her clothes were piled neatly on the floor, and she made an attempt to levitate them to her. Again she was reminded by her failure that she was unable to use magic inside the inn.

Standing on wobbly legs, she got to her feet and picked up her clothes. It had been sometime since she ran her last errand, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she had to do her next task, whatever that task might be.

After dressing, she left the room, stumbling her way down the stairs. She cursed that succubus for having drained her life like she did. Unfortunately, since she was still inside the inn, the curse had no effect.

"Cindi, you look like you've been to hell and back," were the first words she heard from Cronis after entering the common room.

Cindi groaned at his pun and looked up at him. Seeing him smiling at her seemed to give her the extra bit of strength she needed to carry her to one of the bar stools, where she sat down heavily. "Well, I haven't made it back yet," she smiled weakly.

Cronis handed her a glass of orange juice, "Didn't sleep well?"

Cindi slowly brought the glass to her full red lips and took a small sip. "You mean you can't tell?" She said with more than just a hint of sarcasm.

"Well..." was all Cronis replied.

Cindi looked about the room and noticed that the only other person -- if you want to call it that -- in the room other than herself and Cronis, was an extremely ugly, boil faced, pig nosed, horn headed creature, sitting in the corner of the room. The creature's blood shot eyes gazed at her, causing her to immediately become uncomfortable; she quickly turned away and faced Cronis.

"I should have warned you not to look that way," Cronis sighed, "so I'll warn you now, don't look that way."

Cindi fought off her first urge to steal another glance and asked, "What the hell is it?!"

"A demon, I believe his name is Cyranth, or something along those lines. He often comes here in search of followers," Cronis shrugged.

"Follow that?" Cindi said with some surprise. "Getting more and more desperate for leaders around here, aren't they?"

"Cindi, watch yourself. He may very well decide to take you for his next follower," Cronis warned.

Cindi turned and looked at the disgusting looking demon. Right away, she noticed he was staring at her. She looked into his deep red eyes, feeling herself becoming less aware of the rest of her surroundings.

"Cindi?" Cronis' voice seemed almost non-existent, like a tiny bell ringing annoyingly in the back of her mind. Suddenly she felt herself standing up and moving towards the demon. "Cyranth, release her," sounded Cronis' voice again. Cindi became frightened, trying to will herself to stop moving towards the demon, but her muscles refused to obey. She tried to cry out, but even that she could not do. "Cyranth, this is my final warning," spoke Cronis.

"Has Cronis found himself attached to a certain woman?" came the demon's hoarse reply. "It is not within your right to say who I can, and who I cannot have as my slave," the demon snickered. "You are a slave yourself."

"So long as you are in my Inn, it is my right to do as I wish," Cronis said in a deadly tone.

"Are you threatening me?" the demon laughed, and Cindi moved still closer towards him. "Cronis, you can not save her outside this Inn; why bother attempting inside?"

Cindi was somewhat confused. It was quite apparent to her that the demon was reluctant to take on Cronis, but she couldn't understand why. Her confusion didn't last long, as it was replaced by horror. She was now close enough to the Demon that she could smell his putrid stench. The smell of death, and rotting corpses. Her stomach began to turn, but still she could not stop herself from moving forward, and this made her feel helpless.

"One hand on her, Cyranth, and I swear..." Cronis started.

"You'll do WHAT, Cronis?" the Demon mused. "What can you do to me?" The Demon's hand reached out to touch Cindi's face.

A sudden blast of scorching heat flew by Cindi, causing her to fly off to her left, throwing her hard against the wall. She looked up just in time to see a red hot fireball land square in the chest of the demon, throwing him back off his chair, and enveloping him in a fiery blaze. She was now released from the demon's control, but this apparently had its price, for the entire left side of her body was burnt, causing her immense pain. Feeling this pain made her feel even more surprised when she saw the demon stand on his feet and glare angrily at Cronis.

"That, perhaps, was the biggest mistake you will ever make," the demon snickered at Cronis. A bright bolt of energy shot from the demon's hand towards Cronis and hit him in the stomach, but surprisingly, Cronis only seemed to absorb it. The look of shock on the demon's face was quite evident.

"Get out of my Inn!" Cronis shouted.

"You can be sure you'll be seeing me again," the demon said angrily as he started for the door. "And your dear friend, Cindi? She will be mine, you can bet your already-bought soul on it."

"Get out!" Cronis shouted again, his hands beginning to glow a dark red, almost black color.

As soon as the demon was out the door, Cronis rushed to Cindi's side. Cindi looked up at him, her pain shown in her facial expression.

"I'm so sorry," Cronis said, crouching beside her. "I didn't mean you to get in the path of the fireball. I should have thought beforehand."

Cindi was speechless. She was still trying to grasp the feeling of helplessness she'd felt, having her body under someone else's control. Even when Satan had taken her, it was under her own will.

"Here, let me help you with those burns," Cronis spoke softly. Cindi felt his hand touch the side of her face lightly, causing her to wince from the stinging pain it caused, a stinging pain that went away as quickly as it'd come. His hand moved down the length of her body, over every part of her that was burnt. Everywhere his hand touched, there was at first a stinging pain, then a feeling of relief.

Who was this man who was healing her? How did he become so powerful? Cindi looked down at her once burnt body. Now the only trace that she had been burnt in the first place was the blackened clothing she wore.

"How...?" was all that she could manage to get out of her mouth.

Cronis looked at Cindi sympathetically. "It's my Inn. The only one more powerful than me here is Satan, although I'm sure I'm going to get a lot of flack for saving you," he sighed.

"H-how did he do that?" the words stumbled from out of Cindi.

"Cyranth is one of the most powerful demons. His touch alone causes disease. I don't doubt he'll be good on his threats -- you are going to have to watch yourself." Cronis caressed Cindi's cheek.

Cindi was starting to come around, and with Cronis' help, she got to her feet, and sat down in a nearby chair. "I know you've told me before, but, why can't you leave if you are so powerful?" she looked up into Cronis' eyes.

Cronis sighed, waving his hand, Cindi saw the door to the Inn apparently vanish from the wall. His sat down in a chair beside hers. "Outside of being trapped here simply because Satan wills it, it is hard to explain. I'm not quite certain even I understand," he sighed. "I guess the easiest way would be to say... you see this around you?" he motioned to the Inn with a wave of his hand. "This is me, this is my soul." He took a moment to pause in thought. Meanwhile Cindi looked at him entranced. "I don't know why it is, but for some reason, Satan doesn't exactly control my soul."

"How do you know this?" Cindi asked, thinking, why would you be here if he didn't?

"If he did, I'd be doing as he pleased, and I would not have been able to stop Cyranth from taking you. I have my own will here, and those who have given their soul to Satan do his bidding, and have no choice to do so. You see, your mind, your body, always wants to be where your soul is. It's a natural attraction. In saying this, if Satan had your soul, you'd always want to be with him; if Cyranth had your soul, he would be your master. Me, I'm stuck here. No one controls me -- I just can't bring myself to leave this place." Again Cronis took the time to pause. "Do you know of the spell Soul Entrapment?"

Cindi nodded, recognizing the spell as one in which you used an object to trap the soul of a victim in it. Once the soul is trapped, the victim is then drawn inside the object, and thus trapped, body and soul, in the object.

Cronis nodded back, "Yeah, I think that is what has been done to me."

"But that doesn't explain the power you have here," Cindi noted.

"This is hell. No one has ever said things are the same here as they are up in the real world," Cronis shrugged.

"Isn't that spell reversible?" Cindi asked.

"Who can reverse it? I believe the one who tries to reverse it must be more powerful than the one who cast it in the first place," Cronis smirked. "And who do you know that could reverse something cast by Satan?"

Cindi began to think about it. God? She didn't say it.

"Now might not be the best time to mention this, but you are to go see Graz'zt," Cronis sighed.

Cindi had heard of Graz'zt. He was a demon, which meant she'd have to travel to the abyss to go to him. She sighed.

"He came by to tell me. Didn't mention what you are going to be doing, however." Cronis stood, and moved back behind the bar, the door now back on the wall.

"There must be a way to get you freed from here," Cindi said as she stood to her feet.

"If there were a way, you'd think I'd have found it by now. After all, I've had 500 years to figure one out," Cronis grinned slightly.

"I'll see what I can do," Cindi smiled back at him as she headed for the door.

"Watch yourself, Cindi," Cronis warned.

"I always do." She left.

As soon as Cindi left, she felt the power of her magic run freely through her body. She sighed joyfully as the magic rejuvenated her. Looking down at her burnt clothes, she decided now might be a good time to better them, and with but a thought, she changed the burnt shirt and pants into the same long thin red dress the arch-fiends had ripped.

To the Abyss, she thought to herself. Just great. The Abyss was quite a bit different from hell. The Abyss was probably what most people would refer to as hell. There, all around, there were people being tortured, killed (even though most of them were already dead), raped and maimed. The main difference being, it was in the Abyss that the Demons had their home. Demons, contrary to arch-devils, have no code of honor, and therefore are subjected to chaotic behavior. Sure, there were some who were not so chaotic, but those few were greatly outnumbered. Graz'zt, who she was to go see, was the Demon Prince, this much she knew. Probably one of the more powerful demons, and definitely one of the most prestigious.

To get to the Abyss, she had to go see the Gate Keeper, or the Boatman, as some have called him. A dark hooded arch-devil whom she was not very fond of. She despised having to ride a boat with him just to be taken to the Abyss.

It was when she was halfway there, when she remembered she needed something to give to the Gate Keeper as a toll. She looked herself over; she had nothing on her to give, and that was one arch-devil she'd never give herself to. She looked down at her dress then smiled slightly.

Ripping small piece of cloth from the sleeve of her dress, her hands began to glow. The cloth then begun to change shape, then color, then form. Within a matter of about a minute, the once ripped piece of cloth had turned into a gold brooch.

Cindi smiled down at her handiwork that was now in her hand, and then continued on towards the river. As she neared the river, the smell of rotting corpses began to flood her nose, a scent so disgusting she was forced to cover her mouth and nose with the sleeve of her dress. In the distance, she could see the Gate Keeper standing at a dock, his old wooden boat floating gently in the black water.

When she was just before the Gate Keeper, she watched as his skeletal hand reached out towards her. From experience, she knew she was to give him a toll, and she did just that, handing him the brooch. The Gate Keeper looked down at the brooch before putting it in his black cloak. He stepped aside, and without a word motioned Cindi inside the boat.

Cindi walked past the Gate Keeper, and into the boat, the boat which had many holes in the floor of it, the boat which seemed to be always rotting. Also from experience, she knew she needn't tell the Gate Keeper her destination ... as always, he always knew where to go.

The Gate Keeper followed her inside the boat, and immediately it slowly began to move forward. Cindi turned away from the Gate Keeper, wishing not to see the red eyes that were the only sign there was a face hidden under the dark hood, and looked forward.

Dead bodies floated in the water. Rotting hands came up out if it, trying to grab hold of the boat, and looking down in the water, Cindi could see the number of trapped souls inside it, souls that had been plunged down into the cursed water by the Gate Keeper.

The trip to the Abyss took only about 20 minutes, but it seemed much longer for Cindi, and as the boat neared the dock at the Abyss, Cindi could see the chaos that was around her. Led by a hairy, horned demon, a line of slaved humans, all chained in a row, walked over the reddened sand across her path. Each of the slaves had a number of welts across their backs and chests, most likely caused by a whip. Cindi winced as the boat came to a halt at the dock, and the Gate Keeper waited patiently for her to get off.

She stepped off, knowing where she was to go to meet Graz'zt, which was always the case when someone sent for her. She used magic to make herself unnoticeable as she walked through the Abyss. She kept her gaze to the ground before her, not wanting to see the torture and the pain that surrounded her. Screams of pain and agony sounded in her ears, but she forced herself to ignore them.

It wasn't long before she was close to Graz'zt's mansion. Around here, everything was quiet. Overhead, there were a number of succubus flying each of them going to the Demon Prince's mansion.

The mansion was made out of a dark black stone. It was square in shape, and three stories high. It sat high up on a hill which made it look larger than its already huge size. The front door was at least 15 feet high, which was normal in Hell and in the Abyss, since most of the demons and arch-devils were about 9 feet tall. The door itself was wood, and when Cindi finally went to knock on it, the door opened on its own.

Reluctantly stepping inside, she looked around her. The place was magnificent. Huge pillars held up the heavy stone ceiling. Spiral stairs led up to the next level. The floor was made of marble and the walls covered with historical paintings, all of which, Cindi was sure, told the story of Graz'zt himself.

She was looking around at the paintings, when she heard a man's low, but soft voice, behind her. "Welcome to my home." She spun around to see Graz'zt. "Did you enjoy your trip here?" His voice seemed somehow familiar.

"Not in the least," she said honestly. Graz'zt gave her a fanged grin. He was indeed as handsome as the rumors had said, in some ways even more appealing than Satan himself. He wore only dark leather pants and a belt that held his enchanted sword.

He had dark skin, long black hair and pointed ears. His eyes were red, though his pupils were black. His nine feet in height made him seem even more awe inspiring to Cindi. "What is it you sent me for?" Cindi said, trying to sound as calm as she possibly could.

"I believe you owe me," Graz'zt said as he walked around Cindi as if to examine her. "Yes, you do owe me."

"Owe you?" Cindi said quizzically.

Graz'zt reached out and touched Cindi's cheek with the back of his hand, causing Cindi to close her eyes, in both fear and excitement. Cindi suddenly felt as if she were floating, and when she opened her eyes again, she realized she was no longer standing in the main room of Graz'zt's house. "Yes. You owe me," Graz'zt smiled at her.

Cindi looked around. The room she was now in must have been the basement to Graz'zt's house. It was dark in here, although not so cold as you might expect a basement to be. Lit up by only a few torches, the room displayed many devices of torture. One of which the victim lays chained by their hands and feet, and is stretched; another like a coffin, only spikes were imbedded in the wood. Sexual devices were also all over: nipple clamps, dildos, even vibrators, which was a surprise to Cindi, since in both Hell and the Abyss, she'd never seen anything electrical before. Of course, none of this surprised her as much as the woman who stood chained against the wall. Her naked body glistening with sweat in the dim light. She immediately recognized the woman as the succubus who'd drained her hours earlier.

"You..." Cindi begun.

"Yes, it was I who spared your pitiful life, and for that you owe me," Graz'zt grinned and again began to circle around Cindi.

Cindi looked at the woman chained to the wall. The woman looked helpless, her eyes distant and her facial expression passive. Looking down over her body, Cindi noticed the two dildos that were penetrating her vagina and rectum. Both had to be at least 2 inches thick.

"Would you like to do anything to her before I set her free?" Graz'zt asked.

Too easy, Cindi thought to herself. If she was going to get back at this succubus, she wanted to do it on her own, and in a way that the succubus would enjoy it at first, not with the help of a demon who already said she owed him something. She looked over the succubus again, her firm breasts, creamy white skin, full red lips. Slowly she stepped up to the succubus and called upon her magic to protect her, then gently kissed the succubus on the lips, surprising herself, as well as the two others in the room.

"This is interesting," Cindi heard Graz'zt move closer to her, and then felt his hands on her back. She figured it was more than likely it was her body that Graz'zt wanted, and it was probably better that he have her on her terms, and not his own, so she continued.

Cindi's hand moved down the length of the chained body before her, until it reached the dildo that protruded from the woman's moist pink lips. Taking the base of the dildo, she slowly pulled it almost all the way out, finding that the dildo was about 10" long. She then drove it back inside the succubus, causing her to gasp and moan. Cindi felt Graz'zt's hands on the back of her legs, pushing the hem of her dress all the way up to her waist, exposing her bare bottom to him. She felt teeth on the flesh of her ass, and then a tongue. His hand worked the dress up further, until it was at her shoulders. Cindi let go of the dildo, and raised her arms so that Graz'zt could take the dress off her.

"Are you enjoying Corie, Cindi?" Graz'zt whispered in her ear. Cindi didn't reply, and instead, called upon her magic, and touched the links of the chains that held Corie to the wall, the links broke, freeing Corie's arms. Cindi then ducked her head down, taking one of Corie's swelling nipples into her mouth, and suckling on it.

Cindi was aware of Graz'zt's hands over her body. Caressing her breasts, fingers squeezing her nipples, running down her sides, between her legs. Cindi grasped the end of the dildo in Corie's vagina again and began thrusting it in and out of the Succubus. Corie's back arched, and her head came forward, her sharp teeth sinking into Cindi's shoulder. Cindi gasped in pain, driving the dildo up with extra force, as she jumped slightly.

Cindi felt something pressing at the entrance to her vagina, something very thick and very hard. Suddenly, Graz'zt pushed his large penis deep into Cindi with a single thrust, causing Cindi to grunt in surprise, in pain, and in pleasure. Graz'zt began thrusting forcefully in and out of Cindi, causing her to whimper with each stroke. The harder Graz'zt's penis moved inside her, the harder Cindi worked the dildo inside Corie.

Corie moved her hand down between Cindi's leg, and began vigorously rubbing her clitoris, bringing forth louder moans from Cindi. Cindi felt herself being pulled back, and suddenly falling back, Graz'zt taking both himself and her to the floor. Cindi, now lying on her back on top of Graz'zt chest, watched as Corie pulled the dildo out of her vagina, and then out of her anus and walked over to the two on the floor.

Cindi could feel Graz'zt penis rutting in and out of her vagina, his hands moving coarsely over her body. Corie crouched at Cindi's feet, and began kissing up her legs, her thighs. Corie's tongue then centered on her clitoris, licking at it as Graz'zt's penis thrust inside her. Corie then moved up Cindi's body, licking over her stomach, her breasts, and then looking into her eyes.

Corie stood up over Cindi and Graz'zt, and then moved up until Cindi had a perfect view of her shaved vagina. Corie then crouched down over Cindi's face. Cindi then knew what was wanted from her. Just as Graz'zt again thrust deep inside her, Cindi stuck her tongue out, and licked along Corie's labia. Corie gasped, and ground her thighs over Cindi's face.

Cindi pushed her tongue into the succubus' open vagina, thrusting her tongue deep inside as if it were a miniature penis. She couldn't believe she was doing this, it was almost as if she were dreaming all of it, and nothing was real. Pleasure was swelling up inside her, her head was beginning to swim. She began flicking her tongue over the succubus' clitoris, then closed her mouth over it, sucking hard.

Corie moaned, her back arched, her fingers squeezing and pulling at her own nipples. Graz'zt continued to buck underneath Cindi, driving his penis in and out of her at a vicious rate.

Suddenly Corie let out a scream and her body began to shake, as she went into her orgasm. Cindi continued to suck on her clitoris until Corie collapsed onto her side.

Graz'zt suddenly pushed Cindi into a sitting position, and then literally lifted her up off him, and turned her around. Cindi, knowing what he wanted, straddled his hips and took hold of his massive penis, guiding it to the entrance of her tunnel. Graz'zt pushed his hips up off the floor, and drove his penis deep into Cindi, who groaned in pleasure.

Cindi began raising herself up the length of Graz'zt's penis, and then dropping back down on it, filling herself. Cindi suddenly felt Corie's tongue on her anus and gasped accordingly. Cindi almost knew for certain what was about to happen next, and moaned in anticipation.

Corie pushed her tongue into Cindi's anus, reaming it out, and lubricating it with her saliva. She then positioned herself behind the witch, placing the head of the strap on dildo she'd put on at the entrance of Cindi's anus.

Cindi felt Corie's hands push her forward, mashing her breasts on Graz'zt's chest. She then felt the head of the dildo on her anal hole, and then felt it push inside her. She felt the tightening of her vagina as the dildo began to slowly work its way up inside her rectum, until she was filled in both her holes.

Cindi groaned as Corie began to work the dildo in and out of her rectum, stretching it. She felt stuffed, but it felt wonderful. She began throwing herself back at Graz'zt's penis, and the dildo, trying to get more of them inside her.

The increase in tightness had apparently taken its toll on Graz'zt, and Cindi felt his penis swell inside her, and his load of hot semen fire inside her. Corie was working the dildo harder and faster with each stroke.

Suddenly Cindi was in her orgasm, she screamed out as her body convulsed. Her vagina and rectum milking at the shafts inside them. She felt herself becoming increasingly exhausted, unnaturally exhausted, then she realized what was happening. Graz'zt had casted a spell of sleep on her.

She struggled to get up, and cursed at herself for not thinking to set up some defenses for something like this. It was much too late however, and knowing this, this stopped her struggle, allowing Corie to continue moving the dildo, now slowly, in and out of her rectum.

The next thing she knew, she was naked and had her wrists and ankles chained to a table, spreading her out.

*****

Cindi gazed about herself, becoming fully aware of her situation. She was still in Graz'zt's Manor, still in the same room she had entered and found the Succubus chained to the wall. As she looked about, she saw no signs of the Demon's presence, however, a voice sounded to her right, notifying her that the Succubus still lingered about.

"Ah, the witch has finally awoken." The succubus spoke in her sultry voice. She moved towards Cindi from the tables right, a seductive sway to her ample hips. Naked even still, her skin silky smooth, the soft curves of her breasts bouncing slightly with her every step. She held in her right hand a lengthy feather, and as she came to stand beside Cindi, she ran its tip lightly across the flesh between Cindi's breasts.

Cindi let out a gasp as she felt the feathers light touch. Anger swelled in her chest, as she pulled at the restraints holding her wrists and ankles, all to no avail, as the bonds held tight. "Let me go!" She yelled to the seductress. As she writhed on the table, she attempted to draw magical energies to her, in hopes of using them to help her break free, however, even as she did so, she noticed that the shackles which surrounded her wrists took on a faint pale glow, absorbing the very energies that would have otherwise reached Cindi. She began to ponder on another way in which to free herself, when her thoughts where interrupted by the touch of the feather between her legs. The soft touch of the instrument tickling across her inner thigh brought a startled gasp from her lips, causing her body to tense, and jerk on the table. "No! Stop it!"

The succubus grinned down at her, running her tongue across her full, lush lips. "Mmm, I think I'm going to have some fun with you now. The master said you are now mine to do with as I please. No one is going to save you now my sweet." She brought the feather up from between Cindi's legs, sliding across Cindi's flat belly, and then around the swell of her breasts, teasing her sensitive flesh before bringing it's tip light across her right nipple.

Cindi moaned, her back aching in response to the manipulation of the feather. She could feel her arousal beginning to betray her, her nipple hardening against the touch of the feather, standing out as a beacon of her desires. Even between her legs, she could feel moisture building within her still sore passage. The smoothness of her inner lips, swollen from their earlier abuse, but nonetheless inviting. "Please don't do this," She pleaded, biting at her lower lip as she tried to control the sensations that flooded her body.

"Don't do what?" The succubus replied in a facisist tone. Bending over Cindi's prone form, the succubus' face hovered above Cindi's before she moved downwards. A groan emitted from Cindi's mouth as she felt the succubus extent her tongue, trailing the muscle down across Cindi's throat, and then between her breasts. The tongue left a wet trail in its wake, glistening on the soft flesh of Cindi's body. Corie then brought her tongue to Cindi's left nipple. Licking around the cap of Cindi's breast, Corie's tongue lashed across it until it hardened, wet with saliva. Her lips then closing around it, her teeth biting into its sides, Cindi cried out as she felt a hot sting of pleasure surging through her breast. Her legs tensed tightly as she pulled at the shackled, her eyes closing tightly in defiance to the burning arousal that ran rampant through her body, increasing with every passing moment.

As Cindi felt the mouth leave her nipple, she breathed a soft sigh of relief, though it was short lived, when she felt the feathers tip again pressing between her legs. It's soft tip teasing her labia, the tickling sensation filling Cindi with an itch between her legs she simply could not satisfy with her arms bound. Another cry escaped her mouth, as she struggled against the teasing touch of the feather, "Stop! Ahh." She could feel her juices beginning to seep out of her passage, leaving her smooth mound wet with her desire. As the succubus continued to manipulate her sex with the feather, its end became wet with the fluids spilled from Cindi's wetness, causing the feather to become less effective.

"Mmm, seems your body is betraying you." Corie said. Even as she spoke the words, she brought her head down between Cindi's legs, extending her tongue to taste the moisture leaking from Cindi's pussy. The soft muscle pushed aside the lips of Cindi's cunt, forcing them gently apart and exposing the reddened inner flesh of her mound. As the tip of Corie's tongue touched the sensitive enflamed tissue, Cindi let out a squeal, her body arching, pushing her breasts out, her stomach becoming a tight knot. Cindi's clit emerged from its hood due to her arousal, quickly becoming another source for the Succubus to torture her. Corie attacking the budding nub between her legs, trapped it between her teeth, squeezing it tightly, and pulling at it, forcing a cry of pain from Cindi's lips. Corie's tongue than pressed over the clit, sending soothing warmth across it's surface, while Corie's fingers began to probe at the mouth of Cindi's cunt, two digits slowly forcing it open as they were pushed into the passage, exploring the wetness, and pliable inner folds of her pussy.

Cindi seemed to resign to her fate, her mouth falling open in a moan of pleasure at the feeling of the two digits penetrating her being. She rocked her hips against them, trying to force them deeper into herself, longing to feel her vagina stuffed full with something hard and thick. As the digits worked consistently in and out of her saturated folds, the Succubus' continued her assault on Cindi's clit. Each passing moment brought on new surges of pleasure for Cindi, and very quickly she felt herself riding a nearing climax. With a scream of pleasure, her body trembling, and the inner folds of her cunt clamping down and milking at the two fingers inside her, Cindi orgasmed.

Corie pulled away from the trembling witch, grinning wickedly at her own success. "See, just give in, and you can enjoy this as much as I will." The succubus said, as she stepped away, making her way to a rack of sexual instruments. Cindi for her part, lay still, trying to recover from the climax she'd just experienced. Her breathing deep, her eyes closed, she wasn't able to see as Corie picked up a large double-ended phallus. Squatting down, Corie pressed the thick end of the twenty-inch long instrument into her labia, forcing the taut lips inwards with the pressure before it pushed open her cunt mouth, and was fed into the shallow depths of her vaginal opening. Holding still for a moment, she allowed herself to become accustom to the stretching strain against her inner flesh before slowly forcing a little less than half the incredible fake penis into herself. At eight inches deep she could feel it's hard tip pressing against the tiny hole of her cervix. Slowly she made her way towards the shackled witch, each movement causing the dildo to rub against her inner walls, further stretching the passage.

Cindi's eyes opened wide with surprise when she felt something pressing against the mouth of her cunt. The thick end of the dildo forcing her tightly knit folds to open around it, pushed slowly into the soaking wet depths of her cunt with a wet shlick. "Oh gods!" Cindi moaned, feeling herself stretching around the plunging instrument. Her hips bucked up towards Corie's, forcing herself to absorb more of the dildo's thick length. Corie began to saw the dildo back and forth, with each inward thrust, forcing the portion fed inside her own passage to surge deeper into her, it's end striking the back of her pussy each time. Leaning over Cindi, Corie took one of her nipples into her mouth, pulling and milking at it, while her powerful thrusts buried more and more of the twenty inch phallic into their wanton cunts.

Even as she felt herself nearing yet another orgasm, and her body writhing beneath the driving force of the dildo between her legs, she fought to maintain control of herself. Still, each time the solid end of the dildo pressed against her cervix, slowly dilating it, Cindi felt herself losing to the pleasure that filled her body. "So good, fuck me harder!" She cried out, bucking up at the probing cock. "Ah! Ah!" She gasped with each of Corie's thrusts. "Ohhh, I want to touch you, I want to fuck you until I die!" Cindi screamed out as she felt the thick end of the penis plunge through her cervical lips, forcing the tight ring to stretch around the head of the cock, and then lock down on it's neck.

Corie could feel her own orgasm approaching, and the witches wanton cries only aided in increasing her arousal. Her own desires getting the better of her, she now felt that Cindi was hers, that she'd succeeded in defeating the witch, and had shattered her will. And so, when Cindi spoke of her desires of touching the other woman, Corie was more than happy to allow her to do so. Reaching up she undid the shackles that bound Cindi's wrists, even as she did so, her lips sought Cindi's, pressing down upon them, her tongue driving into the witch's mouth.

Cindi was too overwhelmed with pleasure to notice the magic that again began to fill her soul. Forcing her lips tightly against her Succubus', and driving her tongue against the one that violated her mouth, she returned the kiss with passion that rivaled Corie's. It wasn't until she began to feel herself slowly weakening, her muscles relaxing, the world around her slowly fading, that she became aware of the power that was again at home inside her being. Still, with the dildo driving in and out of her clutching passage, she found it difficult to fight the pleasure that consumed her. Her hands moving over Corie's body, her nails raking wantingly at her flesh, her body surging upwards at her nearing climax, she let out another cry of pleasure, one that would surely be her last.

Corie was entirely unprepared for the force which started out, only as a light pressure, but at the moment of Cindi's climax, became a brutal blow, that pushed Corie clear off Cindi, throwing her across the room until with a loud thunk, she struck the wall, her breath stolen from her by the force of the impact, and she slid down to the floor, landing on her bottom, gasping.

Cindi, still in the throes of her orgasm screamed with pleasure, juices pouring out past the lips of her cunt and onto the table in a pool beneath her. The dildo was still trapped inside her, her inner walls having clamped down on it as she came, and the other half of it's length, once having been buried inside Corie, now hung lewdly between her legs, as though Cindi herself had grown an immense penis. The witch was lucky that Corie had been so shaken up by her initial attack, for it gave her the time she needed to recover enough to gather her wits. With a simple twist of her hand, she called enough power to unlock the shackles that bond her ankles, thus freeing herself. She rolled off the table with a groan, near collapsing on her rubbery legs. Leaning against the table, using it for support, she reached between her legs and pulled the dildo out, a wet pop sounding as it was extracted from her.

Corie, slowly recovering from the impact of striking the wall so heavily, looked up at the witch in surprise. "H-how?" Was all she could mutter. She tried to get to her feet, but still unable, she merely curled into a ball, gasping for air.

Cindi turned to gaze at the succubus, she could feel her own strength returning, and as the effects of her orgasm ebbed, she could also feel anger and spite swelling inside her. With the twenty-inch dildo still in her hand, an idea formed in her head, and she began a spell. Channeling energy through herself, she gave the instrument in her hand life. The large phallic wiggling and jumping in her hand, she released it. "Fuck her!" She pointed to Corie.

The dildo bounced off the floor, and began to worm and leap towards Corie, while Cindi started to move away. She was nearly out the door of the Mansion when she heard Corie's cry for help, the cry sounding both pained and pleasured. A grin formed on her lips, and she summoned clothes to again cover her nakedness.

*****

As Cindi stepped outside the mansion, she became wary of the possibility that Graz'zt may not care for her leaving, and thus, calling upon her powers, her voluptuous form faded from sight. Invisible, she began to make her way back towards the river Styx, intent on returning back to hell.

Unseen, she was able to make her way easily to the docks. There she could see Charon waiting patiently, as though he'd been aware of her coming, and had crossed the river specifically to greet her, and return her to hell, his red eyed gaze sending a chill down her spine as she drew nearer. When she became visible once again, Charon raised a boney hand, beckoning her towards him, and onto the old broken rowboat.

Cindi quietly stepped onto the boat, gazing about as she did so, looking down into the dark murky waters. She took a seat on the boat, and as soon as she did, the boat began away from docks. She could hear the soft lapping of the waters against the sides of the boat, as the ferryman began to steer it down the river. She could also hear the agonizing cries of those trapped in the water. Trying to ignore them, she closed her eyes, thinking of better things, thinking of the world she'd left behind.

As she rested, she suddenly felt something cold on her leg, crawling up her calf. Becoming alert, her eyes snapped open, and she looked down to see what was touching her. There, through one of the many holes in the bottom of the boat, a hand reached out from the waters, grasping at her leg. Startled she let out a cry, and immediately stood up. Her action caused the boat to rock dangerously back and forth, almost causing her to be tossed out of the boat, and into the waters herself. Barely able to stay in, she managed to grab hold of the side of the boat, falling to her knees. At that time, she could feel the hand reaching up between her legs, it's cold clammy grasp threatening to touch her sex. She pulled away, gasping, "No! Don't touch me you sick fuck!" Pressing herself to the front of the boat, she looked to Charon, who seemed oblivious to the happenings, merely continuing to steer the boat. "Aren't you going to do anything!?" She cried to the ferryman.

She got no response, and instead, suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. Letting out another cry, she spun around, seeing one of the lost souls from the waters, climbing into the boat. His skin was wrinkles, and water bloated, his flesh a pale blue, his eyes black, his mouth open in a low moan, displaying his broken teeth. He was naked, and she could see his thick bloated cock, as it stood out erect from his crotch. With a shove, she threw the soul back into the water, "Get away from me!" She cried out. "Can't this boat move faster?" She looked around warily, nervous of the next attack, when it came, a hand grabbing her ankle through a hole in the boat. It pulled at her leg, forcing her leg into the waters, while she grasped at the sides of the boat, trying to prevent herself from being pulled down further, kicking, and struggling to free her leg from the grasp that held it tight.

Even as she struggled with one, another climbed into the boat, causing her to scream out in both anger and fear, unsure of their intent. The creature kneeled down, his hands reaching out to grab at her, and she released the sides of the boat to try and push him away, only to be suddenly jerked, the hand grabbing her leg, pulling it further into the waters depths. She could feel it's cold icy touch on her flesh, sending painful pricks up her leg, causing her to gasp in shock.

Before she could react, the creature kneeling over her, grabbed at her dress, yanking it away from her body, tearing it, and exposing her creamy flesh. Her breasts bounced when freed, and she let out another cry, covering herself with her hands, "You pervert! Get out of here!" She cried, kicking at the undead creature with her free leg, but her leg was easily caught, and pushed aside. The creature, grabbing her hands, forced them away from her breasts, his head falling to them, his mouth, cold and wet, suddenly grasping one of her nipples, forcing a gasp from Cindi as she felt the icy sting on her nipple, causing it to swell and harden. "Get off," she continued to struggle, though she could feel pleasure running through her breast. The soul suckled on her nipple, pulling at it, his teeth biting it at times, causing Cindi to whimper, her head swinging from side to side. At the same time, she could feel the cold touch of a hand between her legs, fingers splaying her vulva, exposing her pink inner flesh, and rubbing up and down her slit, teasing her clit to arousal, even against her own desires.

Releasing her breast from the grasp of her mouth, he pushed her one leg further apart from the other, exposing her cunt to him, as he positioned himself between her legs. Cindi could feel the thick bloated head of his icy cock pressing against her pussy, pushing her labia inwards, forcing yet another cry from her lips, her eyes clenched tightly shut. "Ugh! No....." She could feel the pressure increasing, when the head of his penis suddenly punched through, feeding into her moistening folds, spreading out the mouth of her cunt as he began to thrust in and out of her.

Cindi let out grunts, as each thrust drove deeper into her, forcing her inner walls to grip the cock tightly, her folds splayed out around its thickness, following the lengthy shaft as it plunged in and out of her. Her arms were released, her breasts squeezed in the strong grip of the creature ploughing into her, twisting and pulling at her nipples, sending pain and pleasure through her system. She could feel herself becoming more and more wet between her legs as the throbbing penis drove deeper and deeper, until she could feel its end mashing against her cervix with every thrust.

Just then, she felt the cock expand to enormous proportions, causing her to cry out in pain as her inner walls were stretched to a point she'd thought they'd tear, and then a sudden gush of icy liquid flooded her cunt, sending her into a overwhelming orgasm, her head cocking back, as she let out a cry that seemed to echo over the river. She could feel the fluid spilling out of her passage over her inner thighs and onto the floor of the boat. She lay there, gasping under the weight of the soul, her pussy still squeezing on his cock, when the soul pulled off her. It was then that she realised, another seemed to be waiting for the first to finish, and climbed atop of her, filling her soaked cunt with his cock.

The emptiness within her pussy filled, she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling herself against his every thrust, grinding her passage open around his member, her breasts rocking back and forth on her chest from the force of each thrust. This trend seemed to continue for the duration of her trip across the river, each time one of the souls filled her with its ichor, another was there to replace it. Some, choosing to fill her ass, still others using her mouth as a receptacle for their cocks. Cindi accepted each one of them, cumming countless times on their members, and when finally the boat docked in hell, her orifices were gapping and tender, ichor spilling out of them.

Slowly, the rose from the boat, stepping onto the dock, stumbling forward on weak knees, fluid dripping down her inner thighs, her breasts coated in creamy white juice, some dribbling out of her mouth and down her chin. With glassy eyes, she began towards the Inn, unnoticing of her still nakedness.