Feature Writer: Silvermouse /
Feature Title: For Your Sins /
Story Codes: Erotic Horror /
Synopsis:A love story set in Hell /
For Your Sins
The room was rectangular, featureless, and pastel. It had a bed, also uninteresting. On the bed, the man’s eyes had just opened, but the lines and planes and colors were still wandering around bumping into each other in the haze. Gradually they connected, formed an image of the surroundings, and asked for an explanation.
Tom looked around and wondered where he was.
The room wasn’t familiar to him. It wasn’t even the blandness of a hotel room, where you had to check the telephone book to see which city was outside. It had no other furnishings, no doors, no windows, no apparent source for the even lighting. The bed had no blankets or pillows, just a soft surface. It seemed more of an idea of a bed than a real bed.
Tom tried to move, and found that he was bound. He felt soft bands that held him to the bed at hips, shoulders, ankles, and wrists. He could at least raise his head to find that he could not see the restraints that kept him immobile. He also found that he was entirely naked.
“Ah, you’re awake Tom. That’s good.”
A woman wearing black hair down to her waist and nothing else walked into Tom’s field of view. He twisted his neck around; there was no door there either. She came to stand beside his bed, incongruously holding a clipboard.
“Are you Stanley Thomas Wingert, generally known as Tom, born in 1962, lately of Seattle?”
“What do mean lately? I live there now.”
“You used to live there. Now you’re buried there.”
“What? What kind of sick joke is this? Who are you, and where the hell are we?”
“Got it in one, Tom,” she smiled sweetly.
“Got what? Oh . . . Now wait a minute! This has gone far enough! Did you drug me? Is this a ransom deal? Cut the bullshit and tell me what you want with me.”
She consulted her clipboard. “If you are indeed Stanley Thomas Wingert…” she looked up for confirmation, and Tom nodded tightly. “You have just died of an aneurysm, and will be spending the rest of eternity here with us.”
“In Hell? For what reason?”
She looked at her clipboard one more time. “Infidelity.” She tossed the clipboard over her shoulder where it disappeared.
Nice sleight of hand, thought Tom, definitely nothing up her sleeve. She was, in fact, gorgeous beyond dreams. She had dusky skin and dark almond eyes. Long hair the color of a moonless night cascaded over slender shoulders. Her breasts were perfectly full, just to the point of a slight sag and no more. Dark aureoles were set high and just a bit wide. She followed his gaze down and raised her hands to gently heft them for his appreciation. “Do you like what you see?”
“Well, of course. But I’m confused. Isn’t Hell supposed to be for punishment and torment?”
“We’ll get to that soon enough,” she purred. She climbed onto the bed next to him and leaned over his nude form. Involuntarily, his cock started to stiffen. She let her hair drift over him, swaying to let it brush him from head to toe. As he came to full erection, she made sure not to actually touch his cock, which strained for contact.
“Who are you? What are you doing?”
“I’m your personal demon. I was created to spend eternity with you, tending to you in my special way.”
Tom gasped as she emphasized her point. “I thought demons had horns and tails and red skin.”
She laughed, “How quaint! Do people still believe that? I could, of course. I can look like anything I want, but why would I? Don’t you like this better?”
“Of course. You’re very lovely.”
“Do you like my tits?” She leaned over until they dangled inches from his face. He strained to touch them, but she kept them just out of reach. She moved her shoulders, making them jiggle invitingly.
She resumed brushing her hair down his body. His cock pointed achingly to the ceiling. “Touch me, please! That feels so good that I can’t stand it!” he pleaded.
“That’s the general idea,” she leaned over close to his swollen member, inspecting it minutely. The head was turning purple from the unrelenting teasing. She blew softly on it, laughing at the gasp from him.
Tom had no idea how long her teasing went on. There was no way to measure time in the featureless room. There was no clock, no change of lighting. He did not get hungry, or thirsty, or need to pee. She kept him hard, varying her routine just enough to keep him on the edge of anticipation, convinced that at any second she would finally grasp his erection and give him relief. He thrust and bucked his hips as much as his restraint allowed. His back was arched, all the muscles of his arms and legs were rigid as he yearned for the climax that never came.
Eventually… finally… after a time. All these imply the passing of time, and time did not pass here. Nonetheless, at some point the demon paused and sat back, legs curled under her. She was still as composed and lovely as the moment she came in.
Tom sank quivering to the mattress, exhausted. “Ah! Why don’t you just end it?” he wailed.
“I don’t think you’ve grasped the meaning of eternity yet, Tom.”
“So what is this, a rest break?”
“Not really. I’m just providing some relative calm, so that you’ll feel it even more when we resume.” She ran her fingertips up his leg, right to the base of his cock as punctuation. Tom groaned.
“What do you want from me?”
“I don’t want anything from you. Demons don’t want, we just are.”
“Well, I want a lawyer.”
She threw her head back in a heartbreakingly rich contralto laugh. “Oh we have plenty of lawyers, but they’re all otherwise occupied! Most of them a lot less pleasantly than you.” She continued to walk her fingers across sensitive spots, keeping him from losing his erection.
Tom cast around for ways to keep her from resuming her torment. “Do you have a name?”
“No, I don’t need one. I’m the only demon in here with you. Things only need a name if there’s more than one.”
“Are you worried that I’ll have power over you if I learn your name?”
She laughed again. “Another quaint notion that won’t die. No, I simply don’t have a name.”
“Alright, I need a name for you, even if you don’t. I’ll call you Jessica. I’ve always thought that was a very pretty name.”
The demon looked at him as if she were oddly touched by his thought. “That’s very sweet of you. It has a pleasing sound to it. But you’re ready to resume now.”
“No I’m not!”
She looked him over, a bored and unhungry cat regarding a mouse. “We have different goals, plaything.”
She leaned over his cock, inspecting it critically. It was swollen and purple and ached deep into its roots from the continuous stimulation. Tom thought that it looked stretched, longer and fatter than it had ever been before. At one time he would have given anything to have a bigger cock; now it was only that much more agony. The demon breathed on it, and the rushing red tide swept all other thoughts out to sea.
In this episode of eternity, the demon would periodically touch his throbbing member. Each time a jolt of lighting shot through his pelvis through his spine to his brain, crisping every synapse it its path. Each one gave the hope of being the final push that would send him over the edge into the orgasm that would give him relief at last. Each hope perished as he fell short time and again. Tom tried to time his reactions to clench and thrust in time with one of her touches, in hopes of pushing himself over. The demon read him too well and varied her timing, and always caught him wrong-footed.
Tom switched tactics, and tried to think of humiliating moments in his life. Once in college he had had a series of promising but ultimately frustrating heavy petting sessions with a beautiful classmate. She had always gone willingly all the way down to panties and then stopped short, leaving him steaming on the siding.
He belatedly remembered that her name was Jessica, and knew why that name had seemed right for the demon. Then on the night when she leaned down to where he was suckling on her tits and whispered in his ear, “I want to feel you inside me,” she pulled down her panties and his boxers, only to find that some cold medicine he had taken that afternoon had left him unable to perform. Her scorn had been literally withering, and he had thought that his cock was going shrink back into his body and disappear.
He had spent years trying to forget that night, but now he replayed it in his head, trying to bring back every sneer and recrimination. He willed his cock to remember that insult and to wilt away from this reincarnation of Jessica. For a triumphant moment he thought he would succeed as he felt a slight lessening of the pressure in his crotch.
The demon Jessica looked up at him as she felt the change. “Naughty boy,” she said, and leaned forward and took his balls in her hot mouth. The lightening storm that erupted in his hind-brain scattered his thoughts like sheep before the wolf. He surged straight to the edge again, and she held him there expertly while ages of the earth arose and waned.
When she released him to collapse in a quivering puddle of protoplasm, she stretched with feline grace and announced, “I have to go to a meeting. My division is getting reorganized, and attendance is mandatory. The rumor is that we’re getting merged with Audit, since we both screw people.”
Tom croaked, then had to wet his lips and swallow twice before he could get out, “Hell has reorganizations?”
“Well of course. Where do you think humans got the idea?”
She started to leave, and then turned around just before she reached the wall. “You’d probably like to stretch a little. Would you like me to loosen your bonds while I’m gone?”
Tom had to swallow again, not believing his luck. “Yes, that would be very nice”, he said as levelly as possible. He didn’t want to appear too eager.
“Alright, there you go,” she said airily. “Be good.” She faded from sight.
Tom grabbed immediately for his cock, ready to beat off in record time. He felt like a gallon of cum had built up in his balls, and this was his one chance for relief. Just a few quick strokes should finally do it… His hands crashed to a stop just inches away from their goal. He grabbed and squirmed futilely for a moment, then pounded his fists in the bed in frustration. Demon Jessica had known just how much slack to give him. He could hear her deep laughter floating through the air.
If he could not get relief that way, at least he could try to let go of the erection that felt like it had lasted for eons. He stared at it, willing it to deflate. God, it was enormous now. It was probably twice the length and thickness he had before. It bobbed angrily in time with his breathing, steadfastly refusing to ease.
He found that looking at his own monster cock was stimulating enough to keep the cycle going. He closed his eyes, and tried to form an image of a grassy glade deep in the forest. A quiet stream tumbled over rocks that were warmed by a gentle sun. The moss was soft under his bare skin, and the music of the water lulled his tensions away. It was hard not to strain to relax faster, which would have been self-defeating. Just keep up the relaxing imagery: a gentle breeze moved through the leaves briefly and then let them rest again.
Now a lovely water nymph came down to drink at the stream. It was peaceful watching her stir the water gently with a finger into expanding ripples. She cupped water in her hands and let the droplets trickle over her bare breasts. She shivered and sighed, a new leaf caressed by a spring breeze. One hand arched to touch a nipple, the other curled between her legs. Her fingers moved in languid circles as she closed her eyes and lost herself in her pleasures. Tom moaned and redoubled his efforts to touch his inaccessible and painful hardness.
The nymph was quaking now, the leaf buffeted by a building storm. She arched her back, thrusting out her breasts to the sky and crying out in wordless joy, then collapsing in elemental relief as the leaves settled again to rest.
Tom realized he was sobbing, both at the beauty of the act he had witnessed and the frustration of the release that was denied to him. Even in his daydreams he was doomed to be tormented. He heard the laughter of Jessica returning and re-opened his eyes as she appeared through the wall again.
“Did you enjoy the show I arranged for you while I was gone? I wouldn’t want you to get bored.”
“I might have known you had your lovely, twisted hands in it. Do you do some sort of incantation to write a script for my daydreams?”
“Not as you would understand it. Words really have no power. I had to solve a multivariate system of symbolic equations to set up the parameters for your entertainment. It’s mathematics that has the real power to move the cosmos.”
Tom blinked. “Really?”
“Oh, yes. Forget all your weapons of mass destruction. The wrong bit of predicate calculus and the Earth would be toast. It’s fortunate that few of you know how to think in higher-dimensional spaces.”
“And here I thought you were just another empty-headed bimbo.”
Jessica looked like she had been slapped, anger eclipsing initial shock. She fixed Tom with a look that suggested he was a cockroach that had just walked across a formal dinner table with all the guests present. He began to fear for his safety. Not smart to anger a demon who could decide to set the wrong term to zero in her next equation. . .
“That didn’t come out right. I’m sorry. I meant that you just made me realize that there was far more to you than met the eye, er, I mean you’re beautiful, of course, but smart as well, and… and… I’ll respect you in the morning, too.”
Jessica burst out laughing, great peals of laughter that did such incredible things to her breasts that Tom almost strained an eye muscle following them. He damned himself for a fool for noticing, and then thought sadly how redundant that was now.
“So, how was the re-org meeting?” he asked. The more she talked the more he postponed resuming his torment.
“I know the story of Scheherazade, too, you know.” She came to sit on the bed beside him and ran her hand down his chest, following the trail of fine hairs leading down from his navel, down across his lower abdomen, trailing her fingernails across his balls. His cock jerked and bobbed and grew larger yet.
“The meeting lasted an eternity,” she said as she let her finger stray through his curly hair.
“I’ve… sat through meetings… like that,” he gasped.
“No, that’s not it. In Hell, meetings really do last an eternity.”
“But you just left and came right back.”
“Eternity is sequential on the microscopic level, otherwise you couldn’t have a conversation. But it’s simultaneous on the macroscopic level, so it’s entirely possible to sit for eternity in a meeting and return by the end of your daydream. You can’t really say it in English, and the math is way beyond you.”
“Anyway, it was a standing meeting…”
“A regularly repeating eternal meeting?”
“No, I mean there were no chairs.”
“What, to add to my torment I have to be your straight man, too?”
“So all the demons were standing in a crowd, listening to the Boss go on about efficiencies and quotas. And of course demons don’t wear clothes. I began to realize that the male demon standing behind me was interested in me.”
“Did he try to hit on you?”
“You might say that. You see, male demons have muscles in their penis, like an elephant’s trunk. And this guy had a long one. I began to feel something caressing my legs, coiling softly around my ankles, and slowly stroking towards my thighs. I shook him off the first few times but he persisted. The lights went down and they started the Powerpoint presentation… Don’t look surprised, we own the patent on that and a number of other instruments of torment… and I was feeling bored, so I let him continue.
“I could feel his serpent sliding up and down my ass crack. It was hot and smooth; the skin was silky but bands of steel moved beneath the surface. I moved my leg slightly, and he took the opening, slid between then, and made his way up past my navel. He was very skilled, and coiled around both breasts, squeezing and fondling them. His hot length was sliding down my ass crack and up across my clitoris as he worked on my tits. He descended again, and soon I could feel the head of his penis nuzzling at my opening, trying to find a way in. His hands came around me in the dark, and cupped my breasts, like this.” She held them gently in her hands, and began playing with her nipples. Tom watched them harden and grow until they jutted out like erasers.
“Now I was starting to get wet, so he began to work his way inside me. The head was very bulbous, almost a knob, and he had to work steadily and patiently to ease it inside. Once he had managed that, he kept inching more and more inside me. I have no womb, so I took over eighteen inches of him inside. He began rocking gently in the darkness and pinching my nipples harder and harder. He inched more of his cock inside me, making it thicker and harder, and filling me until it could not move any more.
“Now I squeezed back, trapping him inside me. It became a battle, where he would push and thrust inward, and I would squeeze like a python on her prey. He mauled my breasts and his testicles felt like tennis balls against my ass. Then he lifted my from my feet with the strength of his penis alone, and dangled me on the end of his pole.
“Finally, after eons of struggle, I felt the eruption course through the penis that joined us, deep into my body, exploding scalding ectoplasm into my innermost parts, and running in streams down my legs. My own ecstasy came a moment later, and I grasped him in a crushing grip, and sucked from him two more molten eruptions to fuel my fire. I could have drained him, unwise as he was to couple with me with no means of retreat. But he had been diverting during an interminable meeting, so I let him slip free, and all the demons around us applauded quietly.”
“Uh, wow. That was hot. Why is it you can keep me on the edge even by telling me about a meeting?”
“It’s my purpose. I was created to torment you, so everything I do has that end.”
“Did you enjoy the male demon? Did he give you release? I never get to do that for you, so you must be as frustrated as I am.”
“The only thing a demon enjoys is fulfilling her purpose. The main reason I let him take me is so that I could use the story to torment you more.”
“It did. It made me crazy that he was able to touch you the way I’ve been wanting to. I want to pound my cock in you in the worst way, and shoot this load that you’ve built up over I don’t know how long. But I feel jealous too. I want to make you scream out and lose control. I want to make you come until you see stars. I want to hold you afterwards while you gasp and tremble from your orgasm, and fall asleep with you in my arms.”
The demon looked uncertain for the first time since Tom had awakened under her care. “Why do you want to do that?”
“Because you’re funny and smart and beautiful. You’re totally devoted to me, in your own way. You’ve been my only company for ages, and we’re going to be together for eternity, or so you tell me. I suppose it’s only natural; I think they called it the prisoner syndrome. You come to love your captor after long enough, and I think that it’s happened to me.”
The demon sat lost in thought for a while, though she still remembered to let her hands roam over Tom’s body to keep him in his unrelenting state of excitement. She reached up to inscribe rows of fiery symbols in the air with a graceful finger and considered the results. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.” She made some alterations to several of the lines, then nodded. “I can work with that.”
She looked at him in surprise, then back at her equations. She rubbed out two symbols and wrote slightly different ones in their place. She smiled a dazzling smile in his direction. “You asked for it.”
She leaned across his body, coming closer and closer. He tried to reach up to put his hands on her body, but found she had re-tightened his bonds. They were face to face now, his slack with anticipation, hers with an enigmatic smile. She allowed her breasts to touch lightly on his chest. Tom felt that her nipples were going to slice cleanly through his breastbone and cut out his heart.
Closer… closer… their lips touched, barely. As in everything she did, her control was perfect, her intent to give just enough to excite a fever, never enough to quench. She brushed his lips over his, caressed with them, exhaled the gentlest of breezes. Out of his sight, two points of hot flesh traced eldritch equations across his chest. She kissed both of his eyelids, and pushed herself back up.
“How was that, Tom?”
He had to struggle for breath enough to answer. “It was beautiful. And crushing. Now my heart aches as much as my balls.”
“Let’s see what more we can do.”
She bent over his rigid cock, opening her lips as if she were finally going to touch him where he had throbbed for so long. She stretched the anticipation into a hellish eternity. Tom had never felt the adage that there was an infinity between each second and the next so keenly. When she had almost touched, she pursed her lips, and blew hotly on the tip.
Tom’s body galvanized at that shock, back arched, every muscle spasmed as if wracked by electric shock. In that instant, she touched her lips to his penis and drank.
He didn’t reach his longed-for orgasm. He didn’t come, pumping into her mouth. He felt no release. Rather she used his rigid cock as a straw, and drained his fluid from his balls in a steady, excruciating stream. As with all of her torments, it went on and on for all of time. It went on past the point of emptiness to a new ache of unfilled void. The void expanded to fill his soul and he felt utterly lost. Yet when at last she finished he felt that she had removed ten pounds of molten lead from each testicle.
She leaned close and put her lips to her ear. Surely the breast that brushed one arm as she did was no accident. In a breath that barely stirred the air, she whispered, “A small mercy.”
She let him recover, stroking him just enough to keep him aroused. His now-enormous cock was engorged and congested with blood. Veins stood out sharply from the skin, and the glans was swollen like a giant purple mushroom cap. As much as he throbbed and ached, however, the painful pressure in his balls had been relieved for the moment. It was indeed a small mercy she had shown him, perhaps all that she could get away with granting him.
Now she was idly playing with the fine hair that swirled counter-clockwise around his navel and trailed downward towards his swollen member. “You seem like such a decent guy, Tom. What did you do to end up here? Not that I’m complaining. I’d rather spend eternity with you than a lot of the losers we get.”
“I thought you had all the records.”
“It’s strange, they don’t give any details. Just ‘Infidelity.'”
Tom sighed. “Ginny and I had been married for seven years. No kids yet, but maybe. Someday. We had things to do first. I was so in love with her, she was the light of my life. She was irrepressible, always finding delight in everything we did. Pretty, and smart, and all those other wonderful qualities. We had a great love life; nothing kinky, but we were in great shape and enjoyed each other’s bodies.
“Ginny had an identical twin sister. Janey was a bit darker, a bit more calculating, but usually fun to be around as long as it was for pleasure, not business. They were absolutely identical, right down to the freckles.
“We often did things with Janey and her husband Don. About a month before I died, we had rented a cabin in the mountains and gone up to enjoy the snow. After an afternoon of snowshoeing we had dinner by the fire in the lodge, having several very nice bottles of wine. On the way back to the cabin, I suggested going to the hot tub to relax, but the others declined. Don said that the wine had triggered a migraine and wanted to lie down, and Janey said she would keep him company. Ginny was tired and wanted to finish a book she was reading. I almost gave up, but I had some knots in my calf I wanted to try to soak away.
“The hot tub was on a secluded porch, with screens around against the wind and prying eyes, but open to the stars. On this still night the heater by the tub kept the air fairly comfortable.
“I had been soaking for about twenty minutes and was thinking about heading back when I heard footsteps. Ginny came in wearing the yellow robe I had given her for Christmas. ‘I thought about you alone out here and I wanted to give you some company,’ she said. She dropped the robe to the ground, and gave me a sweet smile in all her naked glory. She has a beautiful body, trim and lithe, and as graceful as a dancer. Her tits are small and elegant with curves I never get tired of watching. Her hair is golden red and wavy, both north and south. I could see her nipples puckering and the goosebumps forming on her arms in the cold.
“She slid into the water next to me and cuddled up with one of my arms around her. She had hardly settled down before I felt her hand on my cock and her lips seeking mine in the dark. She is a wonderful kisser, and she nibbled and nipped on my lips and tongue in her slow sensuous way. Her own tongue is more of a spy than an invader, slipping in and out to learn the territory, not to occupy it.
“I lifted her from the water and kissed the salty spa water from her neck and collarbone. She arched her back and whimpered, offering her breasts for my attention. I ran my hands over them, always fascinated by the way that they curve so gently and softly to the abrupt bump of her nipples, which come to attention at the slightest provocation. I followed those contours again and again with my lips to make sure I never forgot them.
“She pulled me up to sit on the edge, and lowered her lips to my cock. She usually starts like it’s an ice cream cone, nibbling the tip and down the side, then back up with a long lick to catch the melting drips. That night she sucked it in deeply, slowly pulling back to the tip, then sucking it back down. It seemed a little different for her, but I was loving it. She fondled my balls as she slid out slowly and sucked me back in, with a deeper gasp each time. Then I felt her finger probing around my ass, sliding from balls to asshole, and then gently opening me up and sliding in. This was something new, shocking and exciting at the same time.
“Then she touched my prostate, which was like setting off a pound of C4 right behind my cock. I thrust involuntarily, almost gagging her. Semen boiled and I shot round after round down her willing throat. The world flicked like an old TV set that was losing its vertical and went dim. “I came to with her licking me clean and rapidly recovering my hard on. My brain cells were misfiring like an old Ford truck, but I was realizing that something was different. Ginny had never done it this way before. She looked up at me with her dancing emerald eyes and a crafty smile that I had never seen on my wife. It was Janey, the sister who always got what she wanted. I started to protest, but she had effective ways of silencing me.
“She straddled me, grasped my cock and positioned herself above it. She rubbed the head around her moist entrance, and let me feel how ready she was. She said, ‘Fuck me Tom. Hard.’ I grasped her hips and speared her to her depths in one motion, damning myself forever.
“She felt just like Ginny, being identical twins. She was just as tight, just as deep, just as warm. I bottomed out on her cervix at just the same point, causing her to twitch. But Janey was more skilled. She knew how to twist her hips as she rode up and down, how to grasp with her inner muscles, how to excite me then slow me to make us both last. I was a willing partner by then, grabbing her hips to pace her, running my hands over her breasts, drawing her down for a deep kiss.
Finally I could feel her tremble and pull me in as deep as she could reach and hold me there. She clenched me tight. Her trembling increased until she was shaking like a leaf. I could feel her spasm through my cock and then we both screamed with the orgasm that ripped through her and into me and back into her. I filled her with my semen and called out Ginny’s name in my head.”
Tom had closed his eyes as he had replayed the scene in his head. As he came to the end he realized that Jessica was no longer stroking him. He opened as eyes to find her watching him with dilated eyes and parted lips. She had one hand tucked between her legs and there was the scent of musk in the air.
She licked her lips and asked, “So that’s what you did to end up here? Have an affair with your sister-in-law?”
“It wasn’t an affair, it was just that one time.”
She slipped on her robe and left me. I slid back into the tub to rinse off the smell of sex. I felt guiltier by the minute for what I had done. I had cheated on Ginny, and it was an incredible experience. I couldn’t stand to be in the same room with Janey for the rest of the trip. I was sure her eyes or mine would telegraph what we had done together. I felt a terrible guilt for cheating, and a terrible desire to get Janey alone to do it again.
“In the following weeks I became more and more obsessed with it. I wanted to call Janey and meet her for more mind-blowing sex, I wanted to burn it all from my memory and make it like it never happened. I wanted to teach Ginny how to have sex like that, and was paralyzed with fear she would ask ‘Where did you learn that all of a sudden?'”
Jessica gazed into space. Her fingers traced idle symbols in the air. “Most of our… inmates … in this section have much worse records than yours. It seems that you died too soon after your encounter. Your coefficients for guilt and passion,” she traced two symbols in the air, “were too high, and the ones for forgiveness and reconciliation,” two more symbols joined the line, “were way too low. If you had lived long enough to confess to Ginny and make up, you wouldn’t have ended up here.”
“An equation sent me to Hell?”
“Confirming the suspicions of generations of schoolchildren, no doubt.”
Jessica climbed onto the bed and straddled his thighs. Kneeling above him, she looked at him sadly. “But now that you’ve told me that, I have to use it to torment you. It’s the way I’m made.”
She started becoming shorter and more slender. Her breasts became more subtle. Her skin lightened from dusky to creamy and freckles appeared like stars across the sky in a negative. Her midnight tresses shortened and brightened to a rosy dawn hue, and her eyes sparkled brilliant green.
Tom choked, “Ginny!”
“Hello Tom. I’ve missed you so much. I’m so glad we can be together again.”
“Stop it, Jessica! I know it’s you. You don’t sound like Ginny at all!”
She stretch out on his lower body and began nibbling around the base of his cock, working up towards the tip. “But I am Ginny, Tom. Identical in every detail.” Now she had the voice right as well. She kissed his cock the way he remembered, working it over like an ice cream cone. When she licked it from base to tip, Tom thought he was finally going to come, but she dangled him on the edge as she started over at the base. Tom remembered that Ginny had loved keeping him hard for hours while she built up the tension, until she finally brought them both to orgasm. He wondered at how he could bear an eternity of this.
“Ginny, kiss me.”
She gave him a finally shuddering lick, then slithered up his body, rubbing her tits and crotch along his entire length. She gave him a kiss that was pure Ginny, light and deep and lingering all at once. Tom’s hands ached to be free to explore her body.
She pulled herself up and knelt over him, running her hands over her body, pinching her nipples and rubbing her golden-downed mons. “Tom, will you eat me?”
She swayed in and out of reach, letting him smell her hot scent, not quite letting him touch yet. The neat coppery curls that framed her sex glowed in the directionless light. Her labia nested demurely amid the curls, a slightly ruddier shade than her creamy skin. As she danced above him, she allowed them to open occasionally to reveal the hooded flower within. Each time she did, a fresh wave of musk washed over him, a scent that he could not mistake no matter how many eternities separated him from the last time he had smelled it. The scent said Ginny on a primitive level that his rational brain could not dispute.
At last she came within reach and allowed him to taste her flower. He traced every familiar ridge and contour, felt the softness of her labia, the firmness of her clitoris. He dipped his tongue in her well and felt her shudder in response. Ginny often took a long time to reach a climax this way; here it took an eternity, of course.
Tom felt his jaw aching and his tongue becoming unbearably tired, yet he had to continue. He traced patterns over her clitoris as she squirmed, licked alternately slowly then quickly, and probed to see how deeply he could reach within her. She was trembling in every limb yet keeping rigidly in control, never retreating, never grinding into him. He nibbled at her gateway and sucked the hood back and forth over her flower. They existing only in the moment in a timeless, endless sea of longing. At last he felt her tremor grow into a quake and she collapsed gasping on top of him.
Able to breath and speak at last, Tom gasped out, “Ginny, I love you! I am so ashamed of what I did, and I am paying the price. But I’ve held you in my heart throughout eternity, and it will all be worth it if you’ll just forgive me! Even during that hour with Janey, I was thinking of you the whole time! I wish I could do my life over again. I would be one hundred percent faithful to you, body and soul, if I could just have you back!”
The form lying softly atop him raised its head, and Jessica’s almond eyes regarded him from inches away. “You are a good man, Stanley Thomas Wingert. I think it is a mistake that you are here.” She pushed herself up to sitting and looked down at Tom, into Tom, until he felt that layers were being peeled away and examined all the way down to some glowing core he had never glimpsed before.
The demon spread her hands wide in the air, and arrays of symbols extended between them, scrolling wide and tall and deep and . . . some direction that his eyes couldn’t go. He tore his eyes away before something snapped in his head.
Jessica was studying this display intently. “Your matrix is locally singular right around here.” She pointed with a finger and flicked the display sideways a few degrees in an irrational direction. Tom closed his eyes before it ripped his retinas off.
“That doesn’t look like any matrix I’ve ever seen.”
“That’s because you can’t perceive seventeen dimensions.”
“Well, what does it mean that it’s singular?”
“It means that there is more than one solution.”
The demon moved a few symbols and studied the result. Being what she was, she occasionally reached out to stroke Tom in a strategic spot to keep his torment fresh. Two fingers reached gracefully out and inverted the positions of a pair of symbols.
“There, that may change the outcome, if you make the right choices. Now I must incorporate this change.”
She unfolded fluidly from sitting to standing, moving as if to some cosmic music that Tom could not hear. She tangled fingertips in one edge of the tapestry of symbols, drawing them delicately around herself. She danced an elusive and ephemeral pavane around Tom’s bed pulling the seventeen dimensions of the matrix into a gauzy veil about herself. The symbols sank glowing into her skin, illuminating her from within as they sank into her depths. Tom found the effect particularly interesting around her breasts.
Now she stepped up on the bed and stood over Tom, gradually lowering herself over his straining cock. Her skin still glowed with an inner light and the occasional symbol still flickered from within. With no time to separate moments, forever had come and gone before her labia brushed his tip. Eternity was whittled to a stub before he reached the gate of her hot passageway. The universe had slowed to its final standstill before the moment that she finally enveloped him.
She was hot inside. She was a demon after all. She was silky and tight and just slick enough to slide evenly down his shaft. Each moment of her advance was an exquisite erotic torture. He could feel each nerve ending catch fire individually as it slid within her furnace. The glow had suffused her depths with such translucency that he could see his cock penetrating her core, a glowing dark shadow amid a vortex of light and symbols. Far down the corridors of time, he at last reached bottom. And she squeezed.
A detonation began in his groin and arched up his spine setting off a chain reaction at every vertebrae in its path. His nerves seared outward like gunpowder fuses, burning with an actinic light. The conflagration reached the base of his skull and breached the final barrier . . .
Tom erupted into her depths. Eons of unfulfilled desire coursed through their coupled bodies. He feared that his fragile flesh would burst before even that thought was swept away. He poured his seed into her, his anguish, his release, and finally his self. All this poured through the narrow channel of distended flesh that joined them to empty into the demon’s glowing depths.
Now Jessica reached her own climax. The roiling storm within her rained bolts of lightening on the rod that was buried in her vagina. She arched her back and thrust her breasts towards the sky as she screamed a wordless scream. The charge surged to ground within Tom’s body, refilling him with life, wrapped in his rewritten matrix. He teetered on the brink of the infinite for a moment out of time, skirting the event horizon of a singularity, before crashing back into himself, spent nearly to oblivion.
When he came again to himself, he was holding Jessica close atop him as she snuggled into his chest. His bonds were gone, and she felt like no more than an ordinarily soft, warm woman. They were still joined, but Tom was softening and slipping free from her soft prison.
Jessica pushed herself up on her arms and looked down at him. She whispered, “Thank you,” and one glistening tear fell from her eye and splashed on his chest, where it burned like a drop of liquid nitrogen. He clasped his hand to the spot, gasping, and found a shiny silver key had formed from her teardrop.
“Take the key, Tom, and go out the door. Just a few steps down the corridor, you will find a freight elevator. Use the key to unlock it, and it will take you out of here.”
“Hell has freight elevators?”
“Can you think of anything more infernal than a freight elevator? And in Hell, there are only freight elevators, no expresses.”
“Make good choices, Tom. I’ll be watching over you.”
“I thought angels watched over people, not demons.”
“Angels, demons. Only the unenlightened believe there is a difference.”
Jessica began fading from sight. “Goodbye Tom. I love you.”
Tom swung his legs from the bed and sat up unsteadily. There was now a door in the wall that hadn’t been visible before. He stood and took a halting step towards it. He stopped when he realized that his cock was dangling half way to his knees and banging against his thighs with every movement. Jessica’s voice came from the air around him. “That’s permanent, I’m afraid. I altered one constant in your matrix so that no one will think that it has changed. You’ll always have been well-hung.”
Tom shook his head and staggered to the door, then through it into the corridor. There was the promised elevator doors, which opened at his touch. Inside were only two buttons, labeled zero and negative infinity. The latter was illuminated, so he inserted his key next to the zero, and pushed the button. As the doors closed, he whispered, “I love you too.”
Tom felt the car begin to move, but there were no other perceptible changes. The ride went on and on, and he realized that like all other experiences in Hell, this ride would take an eternity. He sat down to wait it out.
He opened his eyes to flashing lights in a dark, shaking space, and a crushing weight on his chest. Someone was holding his hand.
“Oh Tom, thank heavens! Can you hear me?” It was Ginny, sitting beside him and crying. “Your heart had stopped, and they told me they thought you had an aneurysm and that you were gone. Then they realized they were wrong, it was a normal heart attack, and they restarted your heart. You’re in the ambulance on the way to the hospital now. I thought I had lost you!”
Tom couldn’t speak, and realized he had a breathing tube down his throat. He tried to tell her how much he loved her with his eyes. She seemed to get the message.
“I know, I love you too! If anything happens to you, I want you to know that. Janey just confessed to me what she did, and I want you to know that I forgive you. I know how she is when she wants something, and I know it must have been eating you up inside. When I thought I had lost you, I thought I would never forgive her if you died with a guilty conscience. Thank Heaven I was able to tell you.”
Tom closed his eyes, feeling his heart settling down into its familiar rhythm. He was going to make it. No, Ginny, he thought, thank Hell.