“You have reached the threshold of the nether region, do you wish to proceed?” Its voice was a turbulent blur of thunderous masculinity and grating femininity.
I actually get a choice? Mara thought to herself sarcastically before opening her mouth to utter her answer.
“Yes, you have a choice. You may enter here or you may choose between the north, south, east, or west regions. But choose carefully, for it is beyond the gate you tread through that you will live out the rest of eternity. There is no turning back once the choice has been made,” the sculpture answered, seemingly able to read her mind.
Now knowing that she would have to be more careful around these parts if the beings here could tap into her thoughts, she thought carefully about it and then asked, “Through which gate is the domicile of Lucifer located?”
Immediately she regretted her question as her body erupted with internal flames. Her knees gave out and she collapsed down upon them on the ground as searing pain thrashed her internal organs. Tearing at her stomach, the burning sensation was far from enjoyable for even the most masochistic of beings; for her, it was sheer agony. So much so that she feared she would lose all consciousness because of it. The sweltering heat was felt all over but was at its peak in her head and abdomen, pummeling her senses with chaotic torture until they began to cease several moments later. By the time she had regained her senses, the formidable gatekeeper was speaking again.
“You have not the rank or the permission to speak that name so freely, cretin. I trust you have learned your lesson for now; for your own safety, at least. The beings beyond each of the walls will not be as kind to your imbecility as I.”
“Yes, I’m sorry,” she stammered as she regained her bearings. Her head throbbed and her stomach burned, but she managed to wrench a small plead for forgiveness out of her lips.
“I’m not the one you should ask about forgiveness. You will find none here, that should be abundantly clear,” it answered with clipped impatience. “Now,” it sighed, “through which door do you wish to proceed?”
“This one,” she replied slowly.
“Your final wish in this realm is granted,” the morphing voice stated as the incredibly tall gate began to creak open, rising upward to reveal the new place of residency for the redheaded female standing before it. “Make yourself at home,” was the last thing she heard the sculpture say before its unusual face abandoned all signs of life and went back to its eternal sleep among the stone. The smaller beings ceased their groping and kissing as well, pulling their mouths away from the shafts and cunts of their willing partners and returning to their tormented fetal positions of solitude until the time came again to admit a lost soul into their midst.
Mara saw no more of them as the gate lifted up into darkness. She would have been glad at this had it not been for the fact that the sight she now beheld was far more menacing than that of the animated sculpture. Before the gate had lifted a foot off the ground, Mara found herself wishing that she had given more thought as to which gate she wanted to pass through. From what she could already see, the atmosphere beyond was going to be quite unpleasant as the heat rushed her from beneath the stone barrier. Licking her bare feet with steam, the hotness of the air was enough to cause a thick layer of sweat to form up the front of her body, clad only in a tattered dark dress. When the gate fully revealed the inside of the nether region, she was aghast at the commotion inside. While she had previously wondered about the absence of the fire and brimstone upon her arrival outside, those wonderings were put to rest as the fire most certainly occupied much of the surroundings beyond the threshold she now stood in. Her wish for company was also satisfied as it seemed a majority of beings were stationed here, both the tormentors and the tormented.
Rather nervously she stepped across the opening, only to find that the ground was nearly as scorching as the temperature. Fidgeting, she winced slightly as her feet slowly adjusted to the fiery land, which felt as if she had just stepped onto hot coals, and glanced around. Hellish sights captured her attention, but only briefly, as some of them were a bit too much for her angelic eyes to linger on. Though she knew the spirits here were condemned to an eternity of damnation and punishment, she couldn’t help but feel a shred of pity for them. She believed that all mortals possess at least some good in them and felt bad that some of them gave in to their temptations, allowing evil to seep in and eventually consume their souls until they found themselves trapped here. Luckily she had not been one of those mortals, so easily seduced by their desires. She had chosen the good side, after all, the pure side. But she had never dreamt that she would get a taste of both worlds, and as scary as it was, she was almost a little glad that she had been chosen for the mission. It was a way to prove her strength and make those in higher power see her for the strong angel that she was, and not the naïve little child that some of them treated her as. She committed herself to recovering the lost relic and returning it to its rightful place, and then she would be fully accepted as part of the Order.
***
Suddenly, Mara was yanked from her innermost thoughts as she was pulled fiercely backwards by several cold grips. Her sense of serenity ended as she felt several hands latch onto her arms and hold her steady among a sea of bodies. To her horror, she realized these bodies made up the other side of the gate and unlike the ones on the outer wall these were almost flesh-like in appearance and feel. Several more hands came from the lower section and wrapped around her legs, securing her now-struggling body to the wall. For a moment all was still and Mara’s breathing was not so ragged, until a pair of flesh-colored arms came darting out on each side of her before crossing themselves over her chest, the hands coming to rest on her upper arms, grasping her fragile skin with ragged claws. She felt pressure down her back and felt the sensation of being pushed forward slightly as something emerged from the wall behind her. Not long after, bare legs were protruding from the wall as well, one on each side of her tightly closed pair. The pair of legs soon wrapped themselves around her lower half, joining together at the ankles just below her knees, which were attempting to kick the groping hands away. Her body froze when she heard a voice speak dangerously close to her ear.
“Why do you struggle so?” it asked. The voice was wholly male; unlike the sculpture outside, it possessed no feminine attributes. That much she could tell.
Looking down, she saw that the feet and adjoining appendages appeared to belong to a mortal male as well. Not much relieved by this realization, Mara reached up to try and grab one of the arms in an attempt to break free from the unwanted imprisonment, but found the aiding hands too forceful in their grip to manage any escape. So, forcing herself to relax, she closed her eyes to steady her breathing and calm down, knowing that she would never free herself by struggling. She was surprised by the fact that she actually began to find solace in the embrace of the infernal creature. As her body relaxed, she felt an unbridled urge to move closer to it, as if to physically immerse her body in its strong hold. Eventually she felt the puncturing claws in her upper arms loosen and the male’s legs slide slowly down towards her ankles and then unlock from hers.
“That’s better,” he said. “We wouldn’t want your initiation into the club to be anything less than a…joyful experience.”
“I suppose not,” Mara answered huskily. “What exactly does the initiation entail?”
“Not much, I’m willing to let you off easy,” he said, hot air blowing into her ear. She could hear the grin in his voice, “if you’re willing to cooperate, that is.”
Mara flashed her own quick grin at this and replied mischievously, “Honey, I’m as flexible as a double-jointed snake.”
She forced herself to hold in the laugh that was about to escape her and didn’t even begin to wonder what had made her say that. Instead she just went with her newly found feeling of promiscuous repose with ease, basking in its momentary freedom.
“Now, if you’ll release my arms, I’d be happy to demonstrate my openness
for your lustful cravings,” she said.
She heard him sigh behind her as her arms were released from his grasp. His distrust was clearly evident, though, as he snaked his arms around her waist to keep her close.
“Merci beaucoup,” she said, offering her thanks anyway.
“Ah, vous êtes bienvenu,” he said in response, letting out a light chuckle.
“Now then, do you have something that I may play with?” Mara inquired.
“I believe so,” he answered all too quickly.
“They must be keeping you desperate,” Mara guessed. “Do you not get many takers?”
“I’ve gotten plenty, but pickings have been slim as of late. Luckily you came along, to fill the void,” he answered.
“I’m happy to be of service to you,” Mara responded, biting her tongue in response to the blatant lie she just told. Obviously this ignorant fool has it coming, she thought as she reached her right hand behind her back to grope for the object of a depraved desire.
The moment she found it, she wrapped her fingers around the soft, pliant cock and was rewarded with an inhibited moan from the desperate demon in back of her. Taking it as a sign to continue, she began expertly stroking it to attention. Realizing she had not forgotten the ways of carnal foreplay from her days as a mortal like she had previously thought, she took advantage of the knowledge that was slowly reintroducing itself into her mind. Gently running her fingers up its length without pressure, stroking the underside of the fleshy shaft, she was surprised to see the goose bumps appear on the arms of the aroused man. His grip on her tightened a bit, completely in tune with the grip she had on his semi-erect prick, as she provided it with a light squeeze before resuming the hand job. The flesh now between her fingers took on a leathery texture as she listened to the erotic moans play their tune in her ear in between the heavy breaths and grunts.
Before he could reach completion, though, she released her hold on the now fully erect shaft and ran her index finger sensually over the tip, catching the pre-cum on her precisely positioned digit before bringing her hand back around to her front and raising it to her mouth. Bringing the tip of her carnation pink tongue out from between her full lips, she licked the salty substance from her finger while eliciting her own moan to further entice the wanton male into arousal. Dragging her finger out of her mouth, she ran it along her lower lip, smearing it with a mixture of spit and the remnants of the pre-cum fluid before dropping her hand to her side.
“You’re stopping now?” was all she heard in her ear, tone full of disappointed disbelief.
“Until I’m pleasured, yes,” she responded with an abundance of confidence. “I don’t give pleasure for free.”
The frustrated sigh she heard in response only served to annoy her and she could hardly wait any longer to teach this unappreciative being a lesson, but she forced herself to remain patient. After all, Michael had warned her about her impatience. She mustn’t let it slip now.
“You drive a hard bargain, but I guess it’s worth it,” he said rather reluctantly.
At that moment, the hands clasped around her ankles pulled her legs roughly apart, breaking their close-knit position and leaving her spread-eagled up against the wall. In the process, her dress tore a bit up the middle, providing a much-needed relief from the tightened material surrounding her legs. Beige-colored hands slid down her arms with all the warmth of a slithering snake as the demon released her waist from his grasp. Reaching her forearms he quickly moved on to the flat of her stomach, scraping his palms over the rough netting of her gown until he reached the sacred area between her thighs. Alternating between his left and right hand, he busied himself with stimulating the erogenous zone there. Immortals did not hamper themselves with undergarments, so it provided him with easy access to her uncovered womanhood.
Mara froze inwardly but tried desperately not to let it show on the outside as she felt a momentary encounter with one of the jagged claws protruding from his calloused fingers. She found herself secretly praying to her god that he intervene and release her from this chaotic form of existence, but she had a feeling her prayers were going to go unanswered from here on.
She also briefly wondered why her demeanor had suddenly changed upon contact with this obviously evil entity. Promiscuity was never something she associated herself with, even during her days as a mortal. But the instant this being encompassed her body with his, she had felt a surge of electric energy thunder through her veins with undeniable force, which nearly compelled her to react in a salacious manner. Although she couldn’t fathom why the need for physical contact suddenly rose up in her. Why she felt the urge to gain pleasure from this encounter instead of simply backing away or fighting her way out.
But she did also notice another hidden feeling. A feeling of repressed animosity was also fighting its way to the surface, she could feel it. It was there; buried deep, but still there, festering in the back of her mind while her body began to succumb to the inevitable rapture this activity was manifesting. It had been so long since she had felt anyone’s intimate touch, since such things were absent in Heaven, and the slow precise movements of the male’s fingers over her throbbing clit only made it more difficult to resist.
The gentleness with which he performed his caresses did not last long though as she soon found out. Upon the quick entry of the first clawed finger into her heated canal, Mara was sure she felt a tear within her walls as the hooked nail made its way through the soft tissue to soak itself in her juices before pulling back out again. Now slippery with her fluids, the male’s finger re-entered her moistened tunnel only to plunge in again and again, each time faster than the previous attempt to plunder her body with the unguiculated instrument. And each time, Mara’s body involuntarily shuddered with waves of newly awakened passion as it echoed through her entrails, sending her to a state of rapture and back down again as the fingering slowed until he was teasing her clit again with a circular motion, sweeping around her sensitized nub but never making direct contact with it. He finished her off by slipping her clit between his two fingers and running them back and forth, gently pulling the aching organ along the length of his fingers until it felt as if it were ready to burst. Mara winced slightly at the building pressure that threatened to overtake her, but relaxed as the feeling soon exited her body, leaving her empty as she desired something more. But her wish went unfulfilled as the male demon released her womanhood and brought his hand up to her hair instead. Pulling several strands away from her face he leaned into her and whispered with a profound sense of lust dripping from his tone.
“Time to finish what you started, my pretty.”
Her emotions now a storm of festering disappointments for being driven to near climax only to be left hollow and wanting caused her malicious streak to surface. After regrettably agreeing to finish the job, she once again took his hardened manhood into her palm and began her seemingly expert stroking and handling. And once again, she began to wonder where her acute knowledge of the subject came from. Sure, she had most assuredly not been a virgin during her time of mortality and had performed more than her fair share of blowjobs and hand jobs, but had lost all memory of it after her death. Her memory and knowledge of the subject had not been needed in her time spent in the above regions until now. Somehow, after the transition, it all came flooding back. And so did all of her other mortal qualities, emotions left upon Earth were seeping into her mind. Anger, desire, guilt and shame were colliding with her feelings of serenity and happiness. Unused to this mixture, her mind waged a battle to discern which direction her actions would take, unaware that her absent-minded caress of the hardened member in her hand had become increasingly stronger and she was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of a high pitched wail in her ear.
Several seconds later a searing pain across her shoulder followed by a blinding white flash of light fully awakened her senses once more, as her eyes blinked rapidly to focus on whatever it was that stood in front of her. For a moment all she could se
e through the stinging pain was a darkened blur, and all she could hear was the sound of the demon howling in what sounded like excruciating pain behind her head. Again she was hit with a blow from something she couldn’t quite see, this time it struck her on the arm, sending blistering anguish down her rigid flesh. Grimacing, she whipped her head to the side to muffle her whimper, as the pain lasted even after the torturous instrument was absent, until she felt a most discomforting object take hold of her face near her chin. Four pointy claws dug into her cheeks without breaking the skin as her tormentor turned her face frontward once more, and seconds later she felt the hot breath of whatever horror faced her upon her clammy exterior. Upon opening her eyes, Mara had to will herself not to turn away as she found herself gazing into the eyes of one of the most hideous creatures she had ever laid eyes upon.
***
It was slightly hunched, but still large enough to peer into her eyes directly even in its slightly bent position. And it was close enough to see every crack that plagued its charcoal-colored flesh, not to mention its eyes, which were of a speckled yellow befitting those of a wolf. But a wolf would have been a far more welcome sight at the moment than this condemned being. He gave her a sneer as he studied her face thoroughly, no doubt deciding what to do with her, and when he opened his dry mouth to speak, the smell of burnt flesh was almost too much for Mara to handle and she tried to turn away, only to have her face manhandled relentlessly by the creature.
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