Test Marketing Tits and Ass

His nefarious majesty, sublime ruler of the underworld, the devil non-carnate had been in a funny mood all day. The succubus who had sucked him off before breakfast had sensed it. He had just come in her mouth. He hadn’t grabbed her by the hair and forced his enormous throbbing member down her throat, his sharpened nails carving trails down her back, like he did most mornings.

He perused the latest edict proposed to torment his subjects.

Instead of being chained up all day, the condemned souls would be given cars to drive but with almost no petrol and enormous queues at all gas stations so they would be stuck there for hours - in a car but unable to move.

"Too clever by half" he said and the demon that had proposed it had burst into flames and staggered off screaming and crackling and giving off a delicious barbecue smell.

Another had proposed that the souls in torment could be further tormented by exposing them to the wildest sex show but never letting them come - keeping their orgasm perpetually out of reach, like they had done to Tantalus with water.

"Sounds too much like fun" Another demon in flames "But Master, what if we tried it out on a typical cross section of our customers?" The flames grew larger then suddenly went out.

"Right. Let’s do that. You set it up. I get to pick the victims."

"Master. That’s hardly a scientific selection procedure." The flames started again. "Much better than science, Master. You flatter us with your attention ."

He set out on a peregrination of hell to pick out some likely souls.

"You" he said "What are you in for?"

"Drugs, master" came the wistful reply.

"You" to the next victim "What’s the best drug?"

"What?"

He siezed a poker conveniently warming nearby. "I asked you a question slave."

"Ow! Ooh! No! Wait. Listen, I know. It’s, it’s Soma, master" which goes to show that you shouldn’t ask trekkies about drugs.

He siezed an orc walking in his entourage (the demons had long since faded back out of reach or found urgent business elsewhere). "Get me Soma." As they siezed the hapless Trekkie, demanding to know the recipe, the Master had already wandered on.

Even the Orcs were giving him a wide berth now.

"You. What did you do?" he asked the next.

"Accountant for the Camorra, master."

"Accountant? Accountant! Don’t we get any decent villains down here anymore?"

"And You?"

"Stole my partners grubstake and spent it on booze and women, Master."

"That’s more like it. Right get the show started. Come on I haven’t got all day."

The orcs had been following carrying the selected victims and now dragged them into a semi circle around a little stage in front of his throne and chained them to their chairs.

The succubus picked to tantalise them was off to the side in whispered discussion with the demon organising the demonstration while trying not to get too close in case the flames still coming off him set alight her hair.

"Get me some music" she said.

"What? Music? What do you need..."

"Never mind I’ll do it." she interrupted and a drum began to beat.

She walked towards the stage her hips twitching to the beat, her large breasts swaying in counterrythm.

"You like this boys?"

She stood on the stage facing the trial audience, her back to his majesty. Her bum was her best feature and she knew who was the more important here.

Her hands began to stroke her body, up the sides of her breasts then down over them, each finger making her nipples quiver. She siezed her breasts and squeezed them pulling on the nipples.

They were getting interested. Soma had got an erection from the moment she had come on stage. His was the biggest. Grubstakes was covered in knobbles and unpleasant looking scars. Camorra wouldn’t look her in the eye but whever he thought she wasn’t looking she felt his eyes on her. His prick was the smallest but it was definitely interested.

She bent over, thrusting her boobs at the victims in front and her ass at the more important audience behind, and she pushed her hand into her dripping pussy. It was quite a delicate hand and it went straight in to the wrist. She was feeling good. Her hand pistoned in and out and she watched the men in front, their cocks erect but their hands restrained so they could not touch themselves.

She opened her mouth as if to suck Soma and he shook on his rack in agonised frustration as she moved back without touching him. She was close to orgasm now. She lay on her back and put her other hand down on her clit and frigged herself madly as she plunged her first hand faster and faster, up and down, in and out.

She came and came groaning and moaning and as she did so did the others. Soma squirting all the way to her tits, Grubstake on the back of her hand, still tickling her clit, and Camorra on her feet. Then the biggest load of all, from her master, spraying right over her and all over the three men in front.

THE END