TO REIGN IN HELL

Feature Writer: Mark Gander

Feature Title: To Reign in Hell

Published: Copyright© 2015 by Mark Gander

Story Codes: Horror, Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Ma/Ma, Mult, Consensual, Magic, NonConsensual, Rape, Gay, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Extra Sensory Perception, Paranormal, Cheating, Slut Wife, Sharing, BDSM, DomSub, MaleDom, FemaleDom, Rough, Snuff, Spanking, Torture, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Harem, Orgy, Polygamy/Polyamory, Swinging, White Male, White Female, Hispanic Male, White Couple, Anal Sex, Analingus, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Pregnancy, Voyeurism, Nudism

Synopsis: Our narrator finds out that he is actually Asmodeus, Prince of the Succubi, and has just been chosen as Satan’s successor as King of Hell. He uses the chance to claim his girlfriend’s soul in the bargain.

 

To Reign in Hell – Chapter 1

I felt an incredible pain all over my body as I awoke, thinking to myself that this was the hangover from Hell. I didn’t know just how accurate that statement was, however, until I noticed the heat all around me and smelled the Sulfur smell … and then heard the screams of agony from everywhere, in every direction. I looked around and saw people being tortured, left and right, for all directions as far as the eye could see, but then it became pitch-black, as if I were allowed a brief glimpse before going blind.

Then I felt scratches on my body, all over my flesh, as claws grabbed me and tried to rip me apart, before I thought that I wanted them off me, and a strong, hot wind just blew them away. The odd thing was that I wasn’t even slightly terrified, that entire time, just annoyed, and whatever the fiends had in mind, they were enough frightened of me to back off. Then I noticed that a light seemed to emanate from my body, reaching the farthest, darkest caves of what was obviously Hell. There was no doubt in mind as to that now. I was in Hell, but I didn’t begin to understand why.

“Excuse me, Lord, but perhaps we can get going now? I know that this is all new to you, seeing as you were just on Earth, but we’re on a tight schedule, and with the Master dead and gone … we badly need a new Prince,” a demonic voice addressed me out of the blue … or was that the pitch-black.

“Lord? I thought that I was one of the damned for a moment,” I reacted.

“You are, Sir, but so is anyone in Hell … but there are the Damned and then there are us … you know, the Devils,” the voice explained, as if reminding me of something that I already knew, and had somehow forgotten.

“I’m a Devil? I thought that I was mortal. Five minutes ago, I was just having a drunken argument with Becky. Now I’m in Hell and being told that I’m not really human. What a weird-ass day!” I laughed, my voice sounding more malevolently than expected.

“Oh … yeah, that. Look, Master, I’ll explain as we get there, but we ready need to get moving, Sir,” the demon continued as we kept moving.

“Okay, but where are we heading?” I demanded.

“Sorry, but I forget that you’ve been living as a human for so long that this is kind of confusing to you. Look, Boss, it’s simple … you’re going to be crowned the new Prince of Darkness, Master of all Evil, and Lord of Hell. Our new King, here in the Outer Darkness of perdition, if you will. We’re headed for the Infernal Palace, Sire, for your coronation and enthronement,” the demon hurried me along.

“So, how did I land this job?” I naturally inquired as we got closer, the screams of the tormented still piercing my ears.

“You’re kidding, right, Lord Asmodeus? Your exile … banishment to Earth is over. With Satan gone, someone had to fill in. The Council of All Hell decided upon you, even if that means that they have some sucking up to do, given how much Lilith and the others kind of kicked you when you were up, so to speak. Look, they’re groveling, but it was really necessary. It would have been civil war here in Hell if Lilith and Azrael had tried to seize power. They’ve both been so far up Lucifer’s ass that both of them have equally good connections and strong factions, but your very absence from Hell meant that you don’t belong to a faction and only you can unite Hell behind you. All of Hell’s Host respects you as the one Devil who never kissed up to even Satan, of course,” the fiend assured me as I reached the Palace.

“Well, we were all angels once, right? If I didn’t kiss up to Jehovah, or His Son, why would I suck up to Lucifer?” I thought about it logically.

“Yeah, that’s so you, Lord. Pretty much how you’ve always been. Except when you’re boning a bitch, you’re always level-headed. Then you turn into an animal, of course,” the demon laughed, as did I.

“I was expelled from Heaven AND Hell, you say? Wow, I really made enemies, didn’t I? What exactly happened to Satan, anyway?” I naturally inquired.

“Oh, that … yeah, he kinda got a bit big for his hooves and decided to start the Apocalypse a little early. Well, his version definitely took Jehovah and Jesus by surprise, but he went off half-cocked and much of Hell didn’t even know his plans when he turned all lone wolf on us. On the other hand, he did us all a favor, in that now Jehovah’s dead and Jesus is fading fast, trying to recover in a hurry.

“I don’t think that he’s gonna make it, though. The Crucifixion wounds reopened with a vengeance and that means human blood tarnishing His celestial body. That’s poison to God, you know, and apparently to His Son, too, since it bears the taint of sin. Satan figured out God’s secret weakness and groped the sweetest seraphim in front of him to choke him with the sight and presence of sin.

“Looks like Michael’s all set to take over there. Poor dumb jock. He’s tough, but never was as bright as Lucifer, in more ways than one. He’ll need to listen to Gabriel a bit, I suspect. Maybe a little of Raphael, too, if the guy isn’t too busy staring at nudes. Someone’s gotta tell that romantic fool someday that real women aren’t statues,” the fiend rambled on as we finally reached the throne room, where the Council awaited me, still in their chairs, to my chagrin … maybe I had surprised them and caught them off-guard.

Taking a line from the 1970 British movie Cromwell, which I oddly enjoyed, despite my hatred of Jehovah and all that He represented, I quoted Alec Guinness as King Charles I, “Will you not rise, sirs, when your King approaches? Rise, sirs, or to your knees in shame!”

Okay, so I paraphrased slightly to make it plural, but I still used Sir Alec’s Scottish brogue in my voice. In any case, it did the trick, being arrogant enough to convince them of my deadly seriousness. They all rose, and then fell to their knees, as the force of my mind sent them crashing to the floor. I suppose that they had forgotten just how powerful of a Devil I really was. They all looked up to me with dread and awe, visibly trembling in their hooves. If this weren’t Hell, I would even say that they were shivering.

“Get up. We have work to do. Where’s my fucking crown?” I demanded.

Azrael snatched it from its place and I sat on the throne, at which point I grabbed it and placed it on my own head … very Napoleonic of me, of course … I always did admire the Little Corporal from Corsica, even if I thought that he should have burnt the Vatican instead of making a Concordat with it. Can you blame me? I’m the new King of Devils! Do you think that I should admire the fucking hypocrites in their miters and crosiers? Not my style, buddy! I rebelled against that old crackpot Jehovah and His stupid plan aeons ago, being particularly offended that he wanted to use evolution, but then tell a fucking lie in a book about a talking snake and a poisonous fruit as an origin myth. What, can’t trust Your Creation with the truth, Jehovah?

Anyway, once I was done with that, I pulled Lilith up and turned her over my knee, much to her shock. I began spanking her red buttocks a good while, making her howl with both pleasure and pain. I had just recalled that Lilith was something of a pain slut … she loved it rough, but this was about making her my bitch, and she knew it. She knew that after this, none of her faction would ever respect her enough to follow her, in case she reneged on her allegiance to me. Azrael smirked as he watched us, but he really shouldn’t have. I was going to make a very different example out of him. Just as Lilith was now under my control, so would Azrael be, once I put him in his place, too. No one would use me as a puppet or figurehead. I would either be King of Hell or I wouldn’t, and I was already determined to use that power now that it was mine, complete with the Scepter of Three and the Ring of Belial. Yes, my demonic memory had indeed fully returned to me.

I seized Azrael by the throat when I was done with Lilith, but I didn’t use my hands. I let my demonic wings unfold as I arose from my throne, my body reaching its full height and infernal majesty. It was patently obvious that I knew it all now and that I wouldn’t tolerate any further defiance or insolence from my long-time confederates down in Hell. I had come a long way back from being a mere mortal on Earth, dating a real prize of a girlfriend, hadn’t I? Becky was the furthest thing from my mind right then. That was when I thought of the perfect punishment for him … to be stuck in a mortal body, just as I had been … so what was what I did.

I watched with more than a little humor as Azrael landed in a mortal body, no, not mine … I had too much fun with that one. No, he landed in the body of Mr. Fiske, who had just been caught jerking off by a real cunt of a wife. Mrs. Fiske could never grasp that men had needs, and actually had the nerve to forbid her husband from taking care of his blue balls, to add insult to the injury of refusing to sleep with him at all. She scolded him like crazy, that batty 49 year old, for daring to act on perfectly healthy urges. Somehow, I seriously doubted that they would live happily ever after.

“Martin, how many times have I told you not to make those messes in this house again! That’s only for making children and after that, that disgusting thing needs to be kept in your pants except to pee! No excuses! Next time that I catch you doing this, I’ll leave you, sick pervert!” she wailed on him with a cast-iron skillet, not that she ever bothered to cook with it.

I chuckled, knowing my Azrael … the poor woman would never get out of that marriage … and that house alive … physically abusing a destroyer demon could be terrible for anyone’s health, even if he forgot what he was. I nearly fell over in my diabolical throne, laughing, when Azrael was dragging away to jail in handcuffs and Mrs. Fiske’s wicked, horrible soul left her lifeless body to land right in front of me … oh, this would be so much fun!

“Oh, hi, there! We’ve been expecting you. What, you actually hoped for Heaven? Well, to quote what you once told hubby, life’s not fair. Your turn to suffer. Guess you should have been a nicer wife … probably should have given a bit more to the poor and voted a bit more compassionately, too. Maybe judged less and gossiped a bit less as well. Kicking your hubby’s dog and denying the guy sex just to control him, even keeping him from masturbating, when that’s bad for the prostate to be chaste, that’s pretty cold. Hitting him often with a cast-iron skillet and slapping his face, too. To think that man would have walked on fire for you … yeah, you’re a real saint. Ratting out that poor gay deacon, too, and that lesbian schoolteacher. Too late now, though. Oh, where are my manners?

“WELCOME TO HELL!”

What, expected sympathy for the abusive wife instead of the battered husband? I’m the fucking Lord of Hell and I can empathize with whomever I please, bitches! Now, where is a good cast-iron skillet where one needs it? Mrs. Fiske is in need of that, and a nice, big dog to hurt her for a change…

 

To Reign in Hell – Chapter 2

I chuckled as the large red dog, which I had formed by my infernal magic, continued biting Mrs. Fiske repeatedly, while three other demons took turns striking her with cast-iron skillets. I let them keep this up for a good while, of course, though it would soon be time to stop for a little breather. Even demons and devils needed a good smoke break or whatever. Mrs. Fiske was stunned to feel the pain go away for a bit, at which point I waved a mirror in front of her, letting her see that her flesh had grown back after so many dog bites … for now. Even “Cliff,” as I called him, quit biting her for a bit.

“See now … you’ve got a break, but don’t relax too much. While I won’t always supervise your torments, they will resume, whenever necessary and proper … forever. You won’t be free of this suffering for all of eternity. This is Hell, after all, Mrs. Fiske. You’re one of the damned now, a lost soul condemned to everlasting suffering and misery. That is your destiny, the one to which you were consigned by a combination of your daily decisions, the ones in favor of cruelty, selfishness, and bigotry. For now, however, go to the washroom and clean up a bit. You stink and I don’t like having smelly people around. I’m the chief tormentor, not one of the tormented, after all,” I smiled savagely at her, making her shiver in spite of Hell’s vaunted heat.

By now, however, Azrael had driven his human host to suicide, and perversely, he also landed in my presence, along with Azrael, too. I never could get Jehovah’s logic as to why he dumped certain humans on us. Some didn’t really seem to deserve further suffering, and Mr. Fiske was one of those. When Azrael reached for a pitchfork to ram it up the guy’s ass, I flew at him with my full might, kicking him back and scratching his face. I wasn’t content to torment mortals just because I could. I decided that some changes were in order, and some of that would mean real disappointment to Heaven, but so be it … What better way to upside Jehovah’s will than to carry out my own rough justice here in Hell, away from His dying Son’s eyes?

“You, Mr. Martin Fiske, must have been sentenced here for, as I take it, suicide and homicide. Except that you weren’t in control of your faculties when you did these things. Ergo, this is not your fault. Heaven’s justice can be so unfair at times. So, here’s the deal. I’m changing how things are done here in Hell, and I’m starting with you. From now on, whenever a soul is damned by Heaven for whatever offenses he might have committed in its eyes, I will judge that soul on its merits as I see fit, and if I determine that he or she doesn’t really deserve torment, you get to live here forever without suffering at all. Well, aside from having to hear the screams, but you tune them out half the time eventually,” I announced to all, much to the shock of the others.

“But, Master… ,” Azrael griped, before I threw him into a nearby flame, where a poor, naked soul was being roasted.

“We’ll make no new recruits and such by simply and mindlessly tormenting everyone sent to us. Go back to Earth for about twenty-five years disguised as a mortal man. Send back reports on your progress. Your job is to experience life as a regular guy. I want to hear from one of us what it’s really like for them,” I commanded him, sending him upstairs…

“But, Master, how will I make it as a regular guy? I have no job skills,” Azrael complained in my mind, before I cut him off.

“Here … just to be fair, I’ll let you have a nice, healthy body. That will give you plenty of options. You’ll look like you’re twenty or so. On Earth, a healthy young man never lacks for work, even if he has to do porn or fight as a merc or whatever,” I assured him, remembering that he was lucky that he hadn’t been saddled with asthma like me when I was mortal.

Suddenly feeling some malicious amusement at the prospect, I returned to where I had been before I was landed in Hell, now confident that in the few hours that I was gone, no one would dare to challenge me. The look on Becky’s face when she saw me reappear in front of her was utterly priceless, of course. She went absolutely pale, but it was clear that she had been crying, too. Something had really upset her, and now it occurred to her that it was my vanishing. She stepped carefully in my direction, a bit tentative about touching me, especially once my eyes glowed red and my skin turned the same color.

“Simon? Is that you? You look different, Simon … a lot different. What the bloody hell is going on?” Becky took me in a bit, the whole sight of me … the ripped, toned body with muscles all over me and crimson flesh covering them, along with the horns and pointed tail … and hooves.

“Bloody Hell? How fitting!” I coughed.

Becky looked at me as if I had grown a second head, “What’s the matter with you, Simon?”

“I’m a Devil, Becky. I’ve always been a Devil, never a mortal man. In fact, I’m the new King of Hell… ,” I confessed to her, much to her shock.

“Oh, bloody bollocks! You’re not joshing me, are you? You’re the real McCoy … you’re the Devil!” Becky shivered in apparent terror and clutched herself in the fetal position.

“A Devil, not THE Devil, not in the same sense, that is. My name is Asmodeus. Lord Asmodeus to you, in fact. I started out as a fallen angel like the others, but I was Prince of the Incubi for a long time. I know how to make women crave me. That was my specialty,” I grinned now, quite wickedly in fact.

“What happened to Satan?” Becky wondered aloud.

“Long story, but he’s not running Hell anymore. Meet the new Boss,” I laughed heartily.

“Same as the old Boss, no doubt. So … does this mean that I’m damned? I mean, in all of the stories, you have carnal knowledge of a demon or devil … that’s it. It’s a one-way ticket to the Lake of Fire,” Becky clearly worried.

“Yeah, I’m afraid that you’re already damned to Hell. You’re a lost soul and were one the moment that I fucked you. God never liked sin in Heaven and this is a big one. I would say that I hate saying this, but I’d be lying. I will enjoy claiming your soul and making it mine. I will personally drag your soul to the pit with me, taking a special delight in doing so. I will love making you my bitch,” I gave Becky a truly evil smile, which frightened her to her core.

“Please … please … don’t take me to Hell. Please, no… ,” Becky now groveled, afraid that I would grab her soul right then and there.

“Sorry, but I thought that I made this clear. God doesn’t want you in Heaven now … well, His Son, I mean. Jehovah Himself suffered a mortal wound, as did Lucifer. Jesus is badly injured, too, so it’s likely to be between Michael and me … and Michael has no time or patience or women like you, or women at all, for that matter. He has more than once told God that he should strike down half the feminists running around in the world, just because they ‘have it coming, ‘ to use his words,” I smirked, “I personally think he’s a bit of a homo, but definitely a Top. He just hasn’t dared to act on it.”

“What, angels aren’t celibate?” Becky asked with shock.

“They are if they want to stay in Heaven, but the ones that fail … fall. More than a few new devils come from a failure to keep it in their robes. Not all of the devils and demons were part of the original revolt, in fact,” I sneered, recalling when the angel Uriel “defected” by fucking Lilith … poor guy, it wasn’t his fault … she had taken the form of a local cutie widow in Tyre. He never saw it coming.

“So, because you got into my knickers, I’m going to burn in Hell forever? That’s not fair!” Becky whined, before I grabbed her, bent her over the sofa, and yanked down her sweat pants to fuck her from behind.

“Tell me that this isn’t worth eternal damnation, Beck,” I called her by her nickname now.

Becky started screaming in absolute pleasure and pain as I scratched her flesh while fucking the Hell out of her … or was that into her … She kicked, screamed, fought, and struggled, but I rammed her deeper with each thrust. She stopped fighting me pretty soon, however, having essentially resigned herself to her everlasting doom. The harder I thrust inside Becky, the larger my cock grew in size until it left her very sore indeed. When I shot out my hot demonic seed inside her pussy, close to her womb, she came in a quivering hot mess, which left her sprawled out over the furniture.

“Oh … God … damn … you! If it weren’t for my fear of fire, I’d follow you to Hell right now! I don’t ever want to do without that cock again! That was your real cock? Your other one is great, but this one is so fucking much better! I’d sell my soul for that cock inside me, if you didn’t already own my soul,” Beck startled me with the abrupt change of mind.

“I think that we have a deal,” I said, pulling out some parchment and pricking Becky’s finger to let her sign her name with her own blood.

“But … you already own my soul!” Becky objected, even as she signed the pact with me in spite of her protests.

“Yes, but this is an insurance policy, just in case the new King of Heaven chose to get cute and change the rules in mid-term, or whatever. In any case, come with me, Beck. Follow me to Hell … you’ve signed away your soul in exchange for permanent access to my dick. Might as well get your money’s worth, so to speak. Think of it. No more bills to pay. No more rent. No more job, except to please me. Yes, you’ll have to share me … duh, I’m no one-woman Devil, but still … I’d give you more than enough dick to keep you well-fucked, both mine and others. As for torment, well, forget fire … yours is knowing that you’ll never be able to return to normal, never be free of your craving for my cock. It will become insatiable, this need of yours, whether you live on Earth or Hell. Might as well live closer to it, rather than far away,” I encouraged her, fondling and scratching her ass.

“So, wait … no fire searing and roasting my flesh. No hot pitchforks up my bum … but that fine demon cock of yours buried in all of my holes for eternity? Okay … but if you’re lying about this, I’ll make Hell truly horrible for you,” Becky bluffed.

“Oh, pipe down … if I were lying, you’d have no way of doing a damned thing about it. Now, follow me to Hell. I don’t have all day. Imagine not having to deal with all that humdrum nonsense ever again!” I encouraged her.

Becky nodded and took my hand, at which point I held on tightly, my claws seizing her for all that I was worth, burning into her flesh. We both vanished from the room, reappearing in my throne room, Becky’s remaining clothes being ripped off her body as she arrived in my new domain. Fucking that English tart again once she was mine for good was truly on the agenda, and I took her from behind, with her head on the seat of my throne, though this time I was balls deep in her ass. She got more than she could have ever asked of my cock. After all, I wanted to keep my end of the deal. Contrary to myths, we Devils always kept our word, so that our claim to those souls would be irrevocable.

I pumped Becky again and again as I enjoyed the inside of her asshole, its tightness and friction on my diabolical dick, her face being pushed into the upholstery while I sodomized her. Sweet Becky craved more and more of it, I could just tell now. Her whole body shook with her desire, as her flesh turned ashen to indicate her new status as one of the Damned. She was going to get everything that she had begged for, except her earlier request not to be damned to Hell, of course. Becky was now one of my playthings, and while I might discipline her now and then, actual torment in the same sense that John Wayne Gacy, Ken Lay, or Jim Jones suffered was unlikely to be her fate under my command.

Being a Devil, of course, I could get it up again immediately, and I now wished to do exactly that. I looked at Lilith and pointed to Becky’s ass, causing her to lick her lips with lust as only a true succubus would. I touched her demonic pussy and made it suddenly turn into a cock and balls, much to Lilith’s shock, as I kissed her hot mouth and tangled tongues with her.

“Take your temporary cock and balls … and fuck Becky with it while I fuck your own ass,” I commanded Lilith, who enthusiastically went to work, slamming Becky while I entered her.

“Oh, fuck, yes! Oh, damn … fuck! Take me, you slut!” Becky pleaded for more fucking at Lilith’s hands.

I completely reveled in ramming Lilith while she butt-fucked Becky, of course, the three of us having a train that Becky could never have believed if she hadn’t experienced it first-hand. If Becky had a very nice, tight ass, Lilith’s was truly hot as … well, you can guess. I had to admit that while my girlfriend was still hot stuff, Lilith was much sexier, at least to my demonic self. Even so, I had a strangely sentimental love or feeling for poor Becky and I was glad to have her with me for eternity. I came again from fucking Lilith’s sweet ass, but also from the realization that the worm had turned and Becky wouldn’t try to control me ever again … I loved knowing that she was under my thumb at last, just as I always wanted. It was about control … about power, and I truly got off on that. There would be millions more souls at stake, but with apologies to Keanu Reeves and his bizarre movie character, there were only a few souls that I would come to collect in person … and the top of that list was definitely Becky, my British girlfriend…

When Lilith came, too, deep inside Becky’s bottom, I pulled both ladies up to my face for kisses to their lips. I tapped Lilith’s cock and balls, turning them back into a pussy, and then I placed a nice, hot brand on Becky’s flesh to mark her as my own. That was, I swore to myself, the last time that Becky would ever burn, despite being in Hell. I rose from my throne and took both girls back to Earth, in my bed with Becky, no less … after all, there wouldn’t be many more chances before the landlords took back our place, and I wanted to have a threesome in my old bed, for old times’ sake.

“You’ll keep your word, won’t you? I don’t have to stay here and work for a living, pay bills and all that, right?” Becky reminded me.

“Of course. This is just me wanting to fuck two girls at last in my old bed … nothing more than that,” I chuckled, to which Lilith responded with a wink.

“Except that no other two girls can be gifted with dicks of real flesh and blood now and then, to fuck each other without the need for strap-ons,” Lilith observed, to which I reacted by suddenly gifting Becky with male private parts … yeah, the night was very young … there was a lot of fun to cum before returning to the hard work of governing Hell … this was my version of Paradise, after all.

 

To Reign in Hell – Chapter 3

I had just barely returned to my throne in Hell for about a week when I got a rather unwelcome visitor. It was the Archangel Raphael and he had a mission, evidently. His luminescence was striking in my infernal domain and I had to remind myself that I was once brilliant, a shining light of angelic holiness, before my fall from grace. I had joined Lucifer’s revolt aeons ago and never regretted my choice, but it had cost me the radiance that still came so easily to this archangel. It was clear that he had a message to deliver personally to me, so I awaited his notice on my diabolical throne, opting not to rise from it yet.

“So … Lord Asmodeus, is it? You are the new King of Hell? Very well, then. Lust reigns supreme, I can see that. Fitting, I suppose, for this new, more permissive age. Before you, it was Lucifer and his sin of pride. Anyway, I am here on behalf of the court of Heaven to speak with you, the new master of Hell. I represent, specifically, Lord Michael, the new King of Heaven. The new God, as it were. No longer is he simply Michael the Archangel, but now he has claimed the empty throne left by the passing of Jehovah God and Christ Jesus. Both are slain, as was Lucifer,” Raphael rather dramatically announced to me.

“So, it’s true. Sin has destroyed God and His Son, too. Well, that’s the risk that came with their rather sadomasochistic plan for salvation, isn’t it? If he hadn’t been crucified, there would have been no old wounds to fester and reopen with their sin released into Heaven, would there? What do you want from me, Raphael?

“We both have better things to do with our time than taunt each other, my once comrade and brother, wasn’t it? You have unrealistic nudes to appreciate and pretend that you’re not lusting for them, of course. I have my own version of justice to deliver, rough as it is. It’s my own idea of what these damned souls really deserve, not what Heaven prefers to believe. In fact, if you want Uriel back, you can have him. He’s annoying and constantly bemoans his everlasting damnation. It gets old and pathetic after a while,” I smirked.

Raphael scowled at my insinuation of erotic desire on his part, preferring to assert that he only enjoyed the aesthetics of nudes. We both knew better and were aware that eventually, he would have been banished from Heaven if Jehovah and Jesus hadn’t perished. Lucky break for him, but he could never admit it. Michael just didn’t have his former master’s hang-ups about sin, not like Jehovah or Jesus did.

“Yes, as it happens, we do want the Archangel Uriel back where he belongs. In Heaven, with us. As for other business, we also want: Mohandas K. Gandhi, John Lennon, George Harrison, Mark Twain, Jim Morrison, Robin Williams, George Reeves, Liberace, and Freddie Mercury. You can have Jeffrey Dahmer, Ted Bundy, David Berkowitz, Joseph Smith, Brigham Young, John Taylor, John Calvin, John Knox, Pope Paul VI, Cardinal Law, Generalissimo Francisco Franco, Loyola, Torquemada, Joan of Arc, and Sir Thomas More. Evidently, More has annoyed Michael one time too many,” Raphael brazenly proposed.

“Should we consider this at least a temporary truce, so we can both lick our wounds and recover, then?” I suggested.

“Well, I was thinking something more permanent, but that remains to be seen. How about we make this pact and see what happens after it?” Raphael replied, something in his face indicating that he was still trying to talk Michael into making a final peace.

“Fair enough, but why do you want rid of Joan of Arc? She was burned at the stake for your team. Is she that annoying?” I asked, truly puzzled by that.

“In a word, yes. She keeps preaching at me about the nudes, okay, and it’s getting rather old. Maybe you can break her of that,” Raphael answered, visibly agitated.

“Well, we will, but you won’t get her back. Just a warning. Once we swap, this is a one-time deal. No more prisoner exchanges. Are we clear?” I declared.

“Very well, then. Let’s do this now,” Raphael called down the “saints” who were about to be damned, while I nodded, and had Lilith bring in those about to be turned over to Heaven for a different kind of torment.

Joan of Arc was furious and I could tell just how much she hated being consigned to Hell, but the real shock was the terror on Torquemada’s face. Finally, someone had broken his calm, his sanctimonious serenity, and he dropped to his knees, begging Raphael not to give him to me. I smirked as Raphael kicked him until he ended up at my feet. Well, he had reason to fear this. I wasn’t going to go easy on the likes of him. At least Franco and Loyola kept their dignity and pride in the middle of all of this, being the soldiers that they were.

Mark Twain grimaced a bit, but finally laughed when Robin Williams whispered a joke in his ear. In the past week, since I had stopped the unconditional torments, they had both gotten to lounge and joke a bit in my palace, eating potato chips, French fries, and hamburgers without getting sick or fat, and even drinking chocolate malts to wash them down. Gandhi stuck to a perfectly vegan treat, chocolate covered almonds. He wasn’t even protesting this thing, of course, though he was admittedly not one for self-indulgence. He even had a heated debate (how appropriate for Hell, right) with Anton LaVey over that, in fact. Jim Morrison was enjoying one last acid trip and one last puff before he had to give up his drugs for eternity. Liberace and Freddie Mercury shared a last dance before leaving me forever.

“Too bad that you didn’t take over Hell sooner, friend. You are quite the honest bloke,” John Lennon assured me with a handshake before he left my presence for Heaven.

“Yes, and I’m just glad that I continue to spend eternity with John and with Gandhi. That’s a real honor, whether in Heaven or Hell,” George Harrison noted philosophically.

Uriel and George Reeves high-fived each other, knowing that they would make it safely to Heaven. I got the impression that Reeves was seeing Heaven through Uriel’s eyes, not a realist’s. Uriel was nostalgic for his former abode, but he must have forgotten what a jackass Michael could be (at times, though not always), and now the Archangel ran the show there. The rules might be loosened a bit, but only so much. Lilith and I had a running bet about sexual things. I thought that it would take a week for Michael to introduce marriage into Heaven, thus ending the total celibacy requirement there. She thought that it would take three days, tops.

Once Raphael had left with his trophies, I turned to Pope Paul VI and told him, “Not sure what you did to anger the new boss, but it must have been big. However, you haven’t really pissed me off that much. I wasn’t fond of your positions on sexuality and things like that, but that was your job and all that, what side you were on back then. I’ll have Lilith find a place for you. No torment or anything like that. Just don’t start undermining my plans for the new Hell and we’ll get along fine. Capiche?”

The former pontiff answered quietly in Italian, and followed Lilith to his new apartments, reportedly pleased that he wouldn’t have to pay any bills for electricity and such. He got a permanent supply of cannolis and cappuccino, and he was good. Amazing what consuming a lot of coffee and unhealthy food does one’s mood, right? He also apparently looked at a lot of male nudity on Hell TV (my new network, full of interesting programming). This reinforced to me the old rumors of the man’s repressed homosexuality.

I then spoke to Sir Thomas More, “Hey, what exactly have you been doing to anger Michael so much? I know that he isn’t bound to follow the canon anymore, but damn! This I’ve got to hear!”

“I drew up a proposed constitution for Heaven, including courts of chancery, law, etc. I also proposed that all wealth be held in common up there as well, and the rulers stop flashing so much gold around. I further suggested that only God had the right to be King of Heaven, so that office should be abolished in favor of a Council. Then I proposed that a new Gospel be commissioned for Man, telling him the truth about what had taken place, this to replace the Holy Scriptures of the past. All of my proposals were rejected out of hand, but I continued to agitate for such reforms,” Sir Thomas boldly announced.

“Wow, that would do it! A bit Luciferian of you, More. I’m impressed. I’m almost prepared to forgive you the burning of dissidents, especially in light of your own beheading by Henry VIII. Instead, I will make you roommates with Good King Harry and Thomas Cromwell for eternity. That will be a perfect punishment. What, are you shocked they’re down here? They’ve been here for a good while, in fact.

“The King wasn’t cheerful about his past torment, but I awarded him free pheasant, meat pies, English stout, and buttered bread for life, a Rhine maiden, and an MP3 player full of Bach, and he hasn’t been happier. Cromwell required a typewriter, paper, endless ice cream sandwiches, a Thai ladyboy, and all of the absinthe that he could drink before he’d get over being tormented for centuries. I don’t blame them. They were unfairly roasted for hundreds of years. They deserve a little pampering, but only a little. Now, what are your requests? Think well on them. They’re everlasting. Women? Food?” I asked him.

“I want all of the drawings of Da Vinci’s, Mona Lisa, maybe a fresh painting of myself by Holbein, the use of a Mac for anything that I want to write, a CD collection of everything Kansas ever sang, lots of pepperoni, deep dish pizza, iced tea, and a dominatrix to whip me into shape now and then, if you can arrange it,” Sir Thomas coughed.

“I knew it!” Martin Fiske, who was now an incubus (by his own request) chuckled in response to that last part.

“Done!” I winked at Becky, one of my consorts in Hell and my former human girlfriend, who giggled a little in her new demonic body, her pointed tail swishing in response to her good mood.

“What to do with you?” I now looked at Torquemada, “Rack him for a thousand years, and then we’ll review his case for possible parole.”

Fiends now seized the architect of the Spanish Inquisition for some real, rather karmic punishment. He was to spend a millennium on the rack, just as a beginning, his body stretched and broken repeatedly until I was done with his torture. He shrieked as he was laid out on the rack for his new life of agony and torment. His screams could be heard halfway across Hell, in fact.

John Calvin and Cardinal Law were put into glory holes, forced to suck large demon cocks, nonstop, for the next three centuries, with the option on my part to continue or terminate this penalty. Their entire diet would consist of demon jizz and piss, of course, which turned out to be rather hot, burning their throats worse than whiskey. That would get them out of my hair for a good while, thank you very much. John Knox was made Lilith’s personal toilet slave for three centuries, though only for number one, and he was also forced to eat her out whenever she wished it for that long. I figured that serving a succubus was a fitting penalty for his extreme misogyny.

Franco was sentenced to five hundred years in a replica of a Masonic lodge, with nothing but Masonic literature to read for that long, and having to be fed by men dressed as Freemasons. His wine was to be served from a chalice with Masonic symbols, and he was given only thin wafers like those used in Communion to eat, but again with Masonic symbols on the plate and the wafers themselves. Yes, his torment was deliberately kept more psychological than physiological, but no less agonizing for that fact, given his hatred of all things Masonic. The rooms were full of portraits of great Freemasons throughout history, too, such as Benjamin Franklin, George Washington, and Frederick the Great.

Ted Bundy and David Berkowitz were sentenced to be chased for a thousand years by mobs of angry brunettes armed with .44 caliber revolvers. If shot, they didn’t die, just suffered the effects of flesh growing back, only to be struck by bullets again, and to have to stay ahead of the brunettes. Jeffrey Dahmer was to be partially eaten, repeatedly, by young Asian men, without the release of death to end the agony. His tortured cries were going to be heard by all for another thousand years. Every time a body part was eaten, it grew back, much like the liver of Prometheus with the vulture. The whole time that he was eaten, however, he was to be brutally sodomized by the Asian youths as well.

Loyola’s punishment was mitigated by the mixed legacy of his Jesuits, so he ended up serving as Nietzsche’s butler for the next four centuries. This meant wearing a tuxedo at all times, not to mention listening to old Fritz lecturing him about his Superman concept and how morality was subjective, not objective. On the plus side, he got to eat plenty of burritos and chimichangas, which he found too good to resist, and drink nothing but Spanish red wine. I found this to be fitting for a man like the founder of the Jesuits, to have to work for a lifelong atheist like Nietzsche.

“You three … well, polygamy is no sin in my sight, but you also terrorized people, persecuted them, and several other crimes, including a racist dogma. However, it should be noted that you were also spoonfed a lot of nonsense by that Moroni character, who was just an angel angry at both sides, as I recall. He threw you guys under the bus, I can see that. Damn coward. Now he’s back in Heaven, hobnobbing with Michael as if nothing happened.

“So, here’s the deal. For the next thousand years, you’re to be the plural husbands of Joan of Arc. Don’t fret. I will ensure that she won’t expect you to be faithful, but that’s beside the point. You’ll have to share your spouse with other spouses, just as your wives did, the only difference being that she’ll let you fool around. She’ll be your primary partner, but you won’t know which one is hers.

“Joan, this is also partly a punishment for you, as well as a consolation prize. No more virginity. No more preaching, either. And since the three men are going to share you for a thousand years, you’ll have to get over any jealous feelings if they have an affair or two. Trust me, being faithful in Hell is going to be nearly impossible, unless I do something to interfere for whatever reason. Too many succubi and incubi around for that, and I take pride in their work.

“Oh, and Joan is in charge of the marriage, for the entire millennium. You’re her harem, though she’ll have to share you, and of course, she’s free to fool around, too, so don’t interfere with that. Joan, you’ll be expected to let them use all three holes if they want them, especially if you’re getting it all at once. For the most part, in any case, they’re to do as you tell them, Joan. If you want them to eat you out after another man has fucked you, they’d better do it. Just no scat and no mayhem. Here, there’s no release of death, so mutilation is permanent, making it that much worse.

“Thoughts?” I asked the group.

The men looked mutinous for a moment, but then I pointed out, “Hey, she’s a famous warrior, and was even in your day. And she’s a complete virgin, so you’ll each get to deflower one of her holes. John gets her ass, Joseph her pussy, and Brigham her mouth. Relax, in a thousand years, this will be reviewed and we’ll decide what to do with you afterward. Now, go consummate that marriage, and Joan, remember, no withholding sex. If you want to punish them, make them eat a creampie, spank them, or piss in their mouths. Just don’t deny them sex.”

“What about pegging them?” Lilith suggested, teasing us.

“That’s another way to do it, yes,” I chuckled, our breach fading since our threesome … Lilith had basically submitted to me for the price of endless pleasure, trading her ambition and pride for lust … yeah, succubi were hot and all, but they were no match for the King of Hell and Prince of Darkness.

Well, and she now saw that I would let her dominate others, too. She definitely got to control others, just not me. Meanwhile, Becky began sucking my diabolical cock, eager for more of my seed, while Lilith grabbed John Knox and straddled him to ride him cowgirl-style. Her wink made it clear that she still planned to make him eat her out afterward. I suddenly summoned Mrs. Fiske and ordered her to bow to Martin.

“Okay, new punishments in place of the old. Martin gets to use you whenever he wishes, as his sexual plaything, but you also have to service the demons who tortured you … and Cliff. Martin, I won’t expect you to go down on her, of course. Not when she’s had a big, red Hell Hound fucking her. Also, after Joan is deflowered, you get first dibs on all virgins to arrive in Hell … female ones, that is. Becky gets the male ones. Use all of their holes. It’s only fair, since you’re sharing your slave-wife with fellow demons and a demonic dog,” I laughed hard at that, while Martin gave me thumbs-up.

“What about you, my Lord?” Lilith asked me as Becky sat on my lap and I entered her from below.

“I call pitchfork on all sluts, whores, and wives. You get the husbands, playboys, womanizers, and pimps,” I informed her coolly, “Not to mention that you get divorced men, while I get divorced women. You get widowers. I get widows.”

“That includes cuckolds, right?” Lilith licked her chops.

“Naturally, they deserve some fun, right?” I chuckled as I felt Becky’s hot, buttery slit envelop my dick.

“Exactly, not to mention the Bulls, too,” Lilith snickered.

“Them, too, yes,” I smiled, while Becky came in violent spasms, and then I erupted inside her, “And I get the hot wives.”

“Cuckolds are going to be the yummiest, mind you. All that pent-up, frustrated desire, all that backed-up seed. They’ll nourish me with so much cum,” Lilith’s eyes blazed with lust, now bucking her hips furiously as she made John Knox, the great Scottish Reformer, explode inside her snatch.

“They’ll probably also cum too fast the first time. That’s the downside of bedding someone so desperate to cum. Not sure why people think that will make the man less selfish. No, it makes him pathetic and desperate, to the point of groveling, begging, doing anything to cum,” I rolled my eyes while making out with Becky.

“That’s alright. More than worth it for that creamy goodness. I love a man’s seed. It’s my favorite source of nourishment,” Lilith reminded me with a soft, anticipatory laugh.

“And you have basically three mouths, don’t you? You feed through your pussy and ass, as well as your face,” I teased her a little.

“Yes, I’m the original bottom-feeder,” she joked as she now sat on Knox’s face and rode it to a climax.

Now I recalled Daryl Davis and his wife Darley, and I got a delightful idea … yes, yes, it was time to damn another soul or two, maybe more. Once they were mine, they would stay mine, that was the beauty of it. Daryl had confided in Simon, my human guise, some time back about his wife kicking him out of his own bedroom and bringing men home to fuck, even flaunting her affairs by making her lovers breakfast, while doing nothing for him.

“Ready for some mischief when you’re done with him, Lilith? Becky, you come along, too,” I instructed her.

“Oh, I’ll always cum along, my Lord, my love,” Becky promised in her splendidly posh English accent.

When Lilith came and pissed on John Knox, she snickered and took my left hand, while Becky took my right, and we appeared in the Davis home, just in time for Daryl to finally lose his temper and snap. He had his suitcase ready to pack and was cleaning out his closet, while Darley screamed obscenities at him and blocked the door with help from her newest boyfriend.

Suddenly, I appeared in the same room, while Lilith arrived behind Luke, that was his name, tearing him away from the doorway with her claws. Becky grabbed Darley by the hair and dragged her into the guest bedroom, while she kicked and screamed for mercy. I pushed her onto the bed and began fucking her ruthlessly from behind, not even bothering to speak to her first. She was very well-lubricated, since she had just been fucked by Luke. Lilith, meanwhile, attacked Luke and pinned him to the floor before straddling him and making him enter her slippery cunt. Becky straddled Daryl and started riding him, much to Darley’s horror, for several strokes, before I had the ladies switch places.

When Darley couldn’t take it anymore and came on my cock, I emptied my demonic seed inside her, causing her to shriek as it burned its way toward her womb. Her soul and body were both mine now. She was one of the damned, a soul headed straight for perdition. Just then, Daryl shot his load into Lilith and Becky milked Luke for his jizz, too. They were all mine now. Their bodies and souls were now property of the King of Hell, and that was me, Lord Asmodeus.

Time to unmask myself, I decided, as my horns grew above my head, followed by hooves on my feet, and a pointed tail protruded from my now crimson ass. The same happened to Becky and Lilith, much to the astonishment of everyone there. Darley shivered and wet herself, as did Luke soon afterward. Daryl was terrified at first, but then he recognized me and grinned.

“So, Simon, you’re not really human, after all. I was confiding in Satan all this time,” he coughed.

“Confiding about what? This? Daryl, if you just apologized and confessed to cheating on me, I’d let you back into my bed and let bygones be bygones,” Darley declared.

“You can’t confess to something that you never did. Or rather he can’t. You, on the other hand, are quite guilty of adultery, my all-time favorite sin. And, no, Daryl, I’m not Lucifer. I’m his successor as King of Hell, Master of Evil, and Prince of Darkness. My real name is Asmodeus, formerly Prince of the Incubi. This lovely lady here that took your first emission in months is Lilith, Princess of the Succubi. You might have heard of her. She was Adam’s first wife in Eden, before Eve and all that. All of you are now damned souls, incidentally. You’re all going to join me in Hell when you die,” I announced, much to their shock, “And this sweet and saucy tart here is my dear Becky, my Queen Consort of Hell. Prior to her damnation, she was an Englishwoman, as Daryl knows.”

“So, wait? Daryl never fooled around with his personal trainer, with Kris?” Darley reacted more to this than to the news that she was going to spend eternity in Hell, which I noted with interest.

“No, he was a Boy Scout until Becky and Lilith had their way with him,” I smirked, “Besides, I know for a fact that Kris is a lesbian.”

Darley went very pale indeed now, guilt and terror grasping her both at once, “Why didn’t you tell me that your personal trainer was gay, Daryl?”

“I didn’t think that I should have to, Darley. We always trusted each other in the past, right until that point. It was your idea for me to go to the gym, just as you had. I didn’t accuse you of cheating with your personal trainers, did I? You could have done me the same courtesy of trusting that I wouldn’t use my newly improved body to cheat on you. Or was that an excuse to cheat on me? Jesus, if you wanted an open marriage, I would have gladly agreed to it, but I wouldn’t have done what you did to me! That was unbearably cruel! That’s why, after waiting for you to come to your senses, I had it with you. I want a divorce! You lost my trust by treating me with such disrespect and stomping on my love for you,” Daryl spoke angrily.

Darley sobbed at the harsh reality of her own actions, “Please forgive me! I was so wrong about you and I mistreated you, that’s true. Please don’t leave me. You can have anything that you want, just name it.”

“I want to be able to trust you again, but that you can’t give me back,” Daryl stated with obvious resentment.

“Both of you, chill. I know, I know, odd thing to hear from a demon, but listen. I normally don’t disapprove of adultery. In fact, it’s my favorite sin, as I said. But what you did was abysmally cruel, Darley. However, maybe we can all work something out, which would allow you to get back on his good side. Would you be open to that, folks?” I smiled wickedly at both of them.

“Anything!” Darley blurted, feeling both desperate and contrite.

“Perhaps, if she has to suffer and is forced to feel some empathy for me,” Daryl grudgingly agreed.

“Very well, then. I’m going to claim your souls early, then. You just have to kill yourselves now. Don’t worry, you won’t be roasted or anything like that. Just join me in Hell and I’ll give you a place to live. In that place, Daryl will get to fuck all of the succubi for a month, every last one, while Darley is strapped to a chair and forced to watch it. After that, she’ll be transformed to a succubus, Daryl to an incubus, and you’ll both have an open marriage of sorts by default, since as lust demons you’ll be required to sleep around. You’ll both work for me. You’re both going to Hell, anyway. Might as well enjoy eternity as a demon, not as a mere lost soul,” I offered them my idea.

“I’m in favor,” Daryl grinned.

“Count me in, too. Despite the punishment, and that’s only a month of it, eternity in Hell as a devil sounds better than Heaven and all that angelic noise. Look, I wasn’t that bad of a wife, at least until I went batty toward the end there. I want to make this up to you, and then spend eternity fucking and sucking you between our missions of fucking and sucking others. This way, you get to have your fun, too, right?” Darley gave her husband a deep tongue kiss while opening her bottle of pills to wash down with vodka.

“Fair enough. And you get to experience my suffering at your hands, too. What about him?” Daryl asked as he slashed his wrists to commit suicide.

“He gets to be strapped to a chair for two years and made to watch sex without getting any action except creampies, since this isn’t his first Bull rodeo. However, once that’s done, he’s free to be either a human or demon,” I answered, much to Luke’s horror, “Of course, that will wait until he passes away on his own. I won’t speed his demise.”

Luke, a rather tall, muscular Greek in his forties (my infernal mind reading powers soon put him at 45), was visibly worried and already thinking of desperate ways to escape his eternal doom, so I put an end to such plotting right away.

“Chill out, man. There’s no escape clause in this. You’re going to Hell when you die. Period. End of story. There is nothing that you can do now to avoid this destiny. Your fate was sealed when you came inside Becky. She’s a succubus. That’s what they do. When a man comes inside them, they are automatically and irrevocably damned. You’re my bitch now, plain and simple.

“And when you die, you’ll get exactly the punishment that I described for two of your mortal years, after which you’ll be set free and allowed to choose a better eternity for yourself, within reason. Taking holy orders won’t save you from this fate. I got priests down there, too, trust me, even monks and nuns,” I assured him.

“Any way to escape this particular punishment?” he begged me.

“Sure. Let Daryl and rest of us brutally rape, sodomize, and kill you. Are you up to that?” I asked as I transformed the now deceased Daryl into an incubus earlier than planned and Darley into a succubus ahead of schedule.

“Yes, please … at least when that’s over, I have a better afterlife, right?” Luke pleaded.

“Very well, then. Darley, you help hold him down, and then watch. If you do that, and then help clean the mess, you can avoid the month of torment. Right, Daryl?” I turned to her former husband.

“I’d also like her to peg him, if she can. It will mean that she sides with me, now, not him,” Daryl declared.

“Actually, I have an even better idea,” I said, turning Darley’s pussy into a cock for now, complete with balls … for the moment, she even had a prostate gland.

“Tie him up. Let’s use him as we wish until we’re ready to kill him, and then drag his soul with us to Hell. His soul is mine and I’m collecting it early,” I chuckled at our devious idea, knowing that Luke had agreed to this as the price for avoiding a cuckold’s fate in Hell for two years.

So began about three hours of delightful gang-rape of poor Luke by Daryl, Becky, Lilith, Darley, and me, as all of the women now had cocks for the moment. We used his mouth and asshole repeatedly for our pleasure, our massive demon dicks making him more sore with every thrust. None of us went limp at all, thanks to our demonic libidoes, and so we just kept using him until he passed out. I also butt-fucked Becky, Lilith, and even Darley in turn as they finished with Luke. I even buggered Daryl, who seemed to welcome my cock inside him. I was a bit rough on Darley, but then so was Daryl when he took her ass toward the end. She had to learn what a terrible thing she had done, after all.

Finally, however, the deed was done, so Darley orally cleaned up all of the jizz from Luke’s holes and Lilith rode Luke to an orgasm of his own again. Darley also sucked our dicks straight from her lover’s asshole. Becky made him eat her out, and then, much to his chagrin, she heaped insult on injury by pissing into his mouth. We all followed up by peeing down Luke’s throat, but then we freed Luke and took turnings stabbing him with steak knives that Daryl brought in from the kitchen.

When we were done, Luke rose from his body and I told him, “Look at your old body. It’s done now. You’re dead. Remember, you agreed to be raped, sodomized, and murdered. Now you have been. So a little humiliation was thrown on top, but didn’t you do that to Daryl, too? Anyway, now you have a choice. You can be a human or an incubus.”

Luke sighed, looking down on his blood-soaked corpse and nodded, “It was no fun for sure. It was definitely punishment. But now that it’s done, I badly want to help inflict it on others. Make me an incubus, my Lord.”

“So be it, Jedi,” I quoted Emperor Palpatine from Return from the Jedi, “Here you go.”

Suddenly, horns grew above Luke’s head, his skin turned ashen, and then red, and a pointed tail emerged along with wings and hooves. I nodded, and Lilith spread her wings to fly away, followed by Becky, Daryl, Luke, Darley, and me. When we arrived in Hell, I turned to my new demons and smiled.

“Well, Daryl and Luke, you’re no cuckolds, but you still have horns. You will rest up a bit in temporary apartments in my palace, and then you will begin your eternal work of bringing souls home to me. Darley, same thing. Seduce some guys and make them mine. Supper awaits when you’re done. We’re eating Jack the Ripper again. Word of warning. He’s gonna scream in agony as the flames sear his flesh and we tear it off the bone, but you’ll get used to it. Be prompt and you can have apple pie a la mode for dessert,” I laughed heartily.

I wasn’t joking, either.

 

To Reign in Hell – Chapter 4

I sat there in the women’s health clinic just for kicks, listening to the idiot fanatics outside scream their disgust and hate at the patients and staff, even as I listened to the thoughts of those in the waiting room, including the receptionist. It was rather amusing to hear the mixture of guilt, fear, shame, and all of these other pointless feelings in the human psyche. Humans were such pathetically feeble and timid creatures at times, all afraid of angering a God who, especially in the case of the new deity Lord Michael, didn’t give a shit about them either way.

I turned to the lady in the seat next to me and asked her, “So, are you getting an abortion, too, or is this simply a screening?”

The thirty-six year old, married woman looked at me, very haunted, and told me, “Please, don’t tell my husband, but I’m pregnant to another man! It’s the … bishop or possibly his sons. Twin boys, fresh back from their missions. I threatened to tell the stake president and even higher church authorities, and he told me that they wouldn’t do a thing, because he had a revelation that I really belonged to him, not to Clay. My poor husband can’t know. He’d blame me, not them, call me a ‘temptress’ or something. I know him. The church authorities can do no wrong in his sight. Anyway, they have told me if I don’t keep their secret, I’ll be excommunicated. What am I to do?”

I read her memories and realized that she was essentially seduced into what was a scandalous activity by Mormon standards: a gang-bang. Then again, she had enjoyed it during the act … but she hadn’t seduced them. They had lured her into a compromising position and deliberately impregnated her due to some supposed revelation or whatever. They had used various drugs to lower her inhibitions, so one could claim that it wasn’t fully consensual, nor was it completely coercive.

The bishop in question, Orvin Lane, had been freely indulging some rather interesting narcotics that certainly skirted the Word of Wisdom, not that I very much cared about that. The results of this drug habit had been a typically Mormon weakness: so-called “testimony.” Bishop Lane honestly believed that he was above even the strictest rules and regulations, as well as sexual ethics, of his own church, and had apparently led his sons in prayer right before they had enticed this man’s wife.

Jane, that was her name, was then blackmailed into keeping it up with all three men, two of whom had girlfriends and the other a wife, yet were quite willing to cheat on them for this delusionary “vision.” I didn’t mind adultery or infidelity (in fact, as Asmodeus, I reveled in it), but I found extortion and abuse of power repugnant.

What was worse was that even this much independent action by Jane was dangerous: the bishop had warned her not to abort any children if she had them, though he evidently didn’t know that he, and it turned out that it was he, had knocked her up yet. She had been instructed to raise the child, not even to give it up for adoption, but to pass it off as Clay’s baby. If Lane learned that the woman had in fact gotten an abortion, he would probably take vengeance on her. What was more, the stake president was blissfully ignorant of this plot for now, but he was evidently corrupted and compromised in other ways that made him vulnerable to blackmail.

I also learned that Clay himself was a victim of blackmail of the very same bishop and his sons. They had found his secret Grindr profile as well as gay porn stash and used it to try to control him. This had been part of why they had chosen him. They figured that they could eventually force him into a “cuckold” situation in their own perverse, religious way, and that since he was a “closet fag,” he deserved that treatment. I needed to take action, and soon, before they really coerced the couple into something that neither of them wished, at least not in that form. Clay wasn’t even gay. He was bisexual and had needs that he couldn’t express with Jane. Then again, she had urges, ones that led her into adultery, something that I enjoyed, yet which made it necessary to strike quickly.

“What if I told you that there was another way out of your mess, even if the price was somewhat high? You could have this baby, your husband’s forgiveness, and freedom from this bishop and his sons for good? Not to mention from their false religion. I hate to break it to you, Jane, but it is a false church. Bishop Lane and his twin sons, Heber and Mosiah, are just part of a very twisted and devious organization that has bilked millions since Joseph Smith and his so-called ‘prophecies, ‘ let me tell you now. Your ‘Prophet’ is in Hell as we speak, along with his two immediate successors, Brigham Young and John Taylor.

“Yes, Jane, Hell is a very real place, and, no it’s not simply ‘spirit prison.’ I know that you don’t believe me, but I can provide proof or evidence of my claims pretty fast, I assure you,” I told the woman, much to her astonishment.

“Wait, I didn’t tell you my name, did I? How did you know that? Who and what are you, sir?” Jane asked me, as my guise of an elderly man ceased to completely deceive her.

“I know your name, Jane Ellen Wilson. Your full name, as you can see. You were born Jane Ellen Courtney, and you have been married to Clayton Robert Wilson, Jr. for the past twelve years. You have eight children, not counting this one, all of them by Clay except for little Daphne Henrietta Wilson, aged four, one of the middle children whom you got from an office Christmas party where you unknowingly sampled alcoholic punch and let your boss at the time seduce you. You have feared that this might be true, and indeed, it’s the next thing that the bishop has planned to use against you, but you kept reassuring yourself that you slept again with Clay in time to ensure that he was the likely father instead.

“Also, I can tell you that your husband has secrets of his own. He is bisexual and has been leading a double life, meeting guys from Grindr for gay sex hookups as well as viewing gay porn. He’s not a homosexual, though. He’s just bi and really in a mood to explore a newly discovered side of himself. Unfortunately for him, he’s been caught and blackmailed by the bishop, too. You’re both cheaters, which I like about you, trust me. You really should forgive and accept each other.

“That’s the path to a better marriage, if you ask me. Open your marriage up. You’ll both be much happier for it, trust me. The bishop can only blackmail you with leverage and this will take away a lot of that power, if you have no secrets from each other,” I replied, still keeping cryptic, even as I made suggestions and recommendations, “As much as I like cheaters, I like swingers even more.”

“Wait a second … my church is false? My husband is bisexual and is being blackmailed by the bishop? You can get me out of this mess? You propose an open marriage? Who are you and how do you know these other things, let alone know who is in Heaven or Hell? Are you an angel?” Jane turned me, truly shocked as my eyes became red.

“Well, strictly speaking, a fallen one. My name is Asmodeus. I come from Hell,” I chuckled, even as others started to eavesdrop on us.

“Oh, really? You’re a demon named Asmodeus, famous for stirring up lust and desire in mortals in order to lure them into hellfire and damnation? Why should we believe you?” the clerk at the clinic confronted me, and damn her hearing must have been great!

I turned my crimson glare on the clerk, whose name was Julie, and the sassy blonde dropped her pen onto her desk just like that. I then lit a cigar, much like George Burns, and rose to approach the desk. She started to stammer that the clinic had a no-smoking policy, but I put my hand on hers and let her feel the heat from my flesh as it seared her skin. I then let my normal skin cool hers and I gave her a deep tongue kiss out of the blue that left no doubt that I could entice most women at the drop of a hat.

“Um … sir, I don’t know if that’s … appropriate,” Julie coughed, even as my face and body became visibly younger in front of her, making the whole clinic take note now.

“I’m a demon. I don’t exactly worry about what’s ‘appropriate, ‘ Julie Louise Rawlings. Now, I will deal with you soon enough, cutie, but first, I have unfinished business with Mrs. Wilson here. So, my dear girl, have I made my point? Jane, you can be free from your tough predicament, but you have to think outside the box. So, here’s a special offer, though, naturally, it comes at a price. I want to have sexual congress with you, repeatedly, but in return, I will rid you of this nuisance of the bishop and his sons controlling your life and your husband’s, too.

“Oh, and you’re not really going to have too much of a choice about the open marriage business, because I want to fuck your hubby as well. He’s not bad-looking, and we demons don’t limit ourselves to either sex,” I spoke before giving Jane a kiss meant to give her another reason to cooperate with me, “If you’re smart, you’ll agree to this and revel in your new freedom. You don’t need a false church, anyway.”

“But … if you’re a demon, then, well… ,” Jane started to speak, but I put my finger to her lips.

“Come with me, Mrs. Wilson. I’ll take you places and set you free, sweetheart,” I smirked, offering her my hand, which she nervously took, vanishing in front of a rather stunned waiting room.

We appeared in my new house, which I kept as a convenient base for whatever activities I had in mind on Earth. My influence had built upon whatever covert human support the Host of Hell already had, and was already starting to grow here and there, just not as fast I would like. Still, a new demonic overlord takes time to gain power and instill fear. Furthermore, Lucifer had neglected his earthly sphere of influence so much toward the end that it was a testament to his reputation that he hadn’t lost any ground. His last original idea had been Anton La Vey’s little church, so he was definitely desperate enough to make a final roll of the dice, wasn’t he?

I almost immediately tore Jane’s blouse to shreds and ripped the buttons off her skirt, tearing it like paper afterward. The next thing that Jane knew, her panties were in tatters and her ass was exposed to me, as I slid my huge, demonic cock in and out of her juicy twat. I wasn’t going to be too rough, as I wanted that baby safely delivered. I had plans for the kid. Still, I was vigorous enough to make Jane sweat, as she took me balls deep in her cunt. I chuckled, knowing that once I came inside Jane, she was mine forever, no take backs allowed. Those were the rules and I would relish fucking her whenever I pleased in Hell, for all eternity. Whatever happened to Clay, Jane’s soul would soon be safely added to my infernal collection.

Jane was already putty in my hands, of course, her body responding supernaturally to my devilish cock as I plowed her from behind. I pinned her body to the bed in a prone position, screwing her wet, warm pussy, even as my dick continued to expand. I owned her now and she knew it … In fact, she seemed to delight in her new destiny. I made Jane my three-hole slut, and she would soon be at my command forever. Her eyes bugged out of her head as I plundered and ravished her body, making her my eternal plaything as my demonic seed joined the mortal child in her womb…

Yes, I spawned a demoness and it would be her baby’s twin sister hereafter. I looked forward to the half-breed turning full succubus and seducing her stepfather as well as bedding me once she came of age. She would also make her siblings her lovers as well as once she was old enough to enjoy sex. What to name that little imp once she was born … and what would the doctors and nurses do when they first saw the red eyes, the pointed tail, and the nubs of her horns? In my experience, the human half of an incubus or succubus progeny didn’t stay even partially human for too long. The demonic self was simply far too strong and would overpower the human spirit.

Jane, for her part, looked into my eyes with abject terror as she realized that I came inside her and she saw the Gates of Hell in her mind’s eye. She understood, without being told, the true and final … everlasting price of my aid. She was now damned, irrevocably, forever. What she thought was clear: God had rejected her for eternity. She was now to be consigned immediately to Hell whenever she died and she would never be free of my clutches. I could read her mind and see the horror in her face as well, as she imagined herself, naked, being roasted alive for eternity in the fiery sulphur of Hell. Tears streamed down her face as she pictured such a horrific, and to her now inescapable, fate.

“Shhh … it’s okay, honey. Face your fears, but know them for the lies that they are. You will not be burned, my sweet, sweet Jane, but you are going to Hell. There is no escape clause, no ‘get out of Hell’ card, or anything of the sort. The very second that your soul leaves your body, you will be transported directly to my domain, where you will spend eternity. The King of Heaven no longer considers you one of his. You are forever forsaken, my dear, by him, that is. By me? Never! You are mine, body, soul, heart, mind, and spirit together. You belong to me and I am keeping you in my eternal kingdom, beloved of me and possessed by my right … and left hand.

“My dear Jane, now that I own you, I can truly tell you that you’re free. Free in ways that you can never imagine until you’re free of Him. No longer do you have to please a Heavenly Father that doesn’t give a crap about your welfare, just wants your mindless, sycophantic devotion and praise for all of eternity. I will take very good care of my people, now that I have succeeded to what had been Lucifer’s throne. You see, Jane, I am now the King of Hell, the Prince of Darkness. I have taken Satan’s place, his seat, once and for all. Any questions, my love?” I asked her, watching her knees shake and tremble with awe and fear.

“So … no chance of becoming a God, I take it,” Jane actually smiled now, relieved that she wouldn’t be fried on an everlasting skillet.

“Piss on that! You will have far more fun in Hell as one of my lovers than you could ever have as a God, even if that weren’t an awful lie, which it is. There is no spirit prison, no Celestial Kingdom, no Terrestrial Kingdom, and no Telestial Kingdom. Joseph, Brigham, and the lot all deceived and duped you, in your case from the grave. You lived according to the whims of the clergy of a false church, which wasted your and everyone’s potential by making you serve their agenda instead of your own. Baptism of the dead is a cruel joke, too. Maybe now you can break away and not fritter your time away with temple rites, recommends, and magical, spiritual undergarments,” I chuckled wickedly.

“I really am free, aren’t I? No need to fear the Church’s wrath, not in the least. So, like Eve in the Garden of Eden, shall I now aid you in tempting Adam? I feel so … different now. Invigorated. Rejuvenated, even. Shall we surprise my husband? I swear to help you enjoy his favors, my Lord Asmodeus,” Jane told me with a fierce French kiss that made it plain that I had captured her completely by now … she was my minion and would gladly serve me forever.

“Come, my love. Let’s entice your husband into his new life of eternal ecstasy!” I laughed as I took Jane’s hand again and we disappeared from my earthly house.

I had only begun to take what was mine.

 

To Reign in Hell – Chapter 5

It might have been a coincidence that when we found Jane’s husband, at their house, no less, the children were at their grandparents’ and he was home having a lengthy “discussion” with Bishop Orvin Lane and his twin sons, Heber and Mosiah Lane. I highly doubted it, of course. It was just too convenient in terms of the bishop no doubt taking advantage of Jane’s absence and it was probably Lane’s idea to have the children absent, too. In any case, when Jane and I arrived out of thin air, we saw firsthand how deliberately the bishop and his boys tried to manipulate, intimidate, and humiliate Clay Wilson. This was a man whose spiritual welfare was supposedly Orvin Lane’s top priority, but, of course, that was the furthest thing from his mind, despite all pretense to the contrary.

“This is not up for debate or argument, Clay! We own your ass! You will do what we say, when we say it, or we will have you excommunicated and you know what that means! Our Heavenly Father once put the horns on Joseph, so is this really such a surprise?” Bishop Lane insisted, even as his sons bound Clay and presented him with a ball gag.

“It will make things much easier for you if you simply accepted your fate, Clay,” Heber smirked, as he used a stingy amount of lube to prepare the man for anal rape.

“Brace yourself, wimp! We’re doing this for the greater good! It’s part of our Heavenly Father’s plan and we will butt-fuck you! This is your punishment for being such a wimpy faggot bitch!” Mosiah laughed as he gagged the man.

“Well, you would know all about homosexuality, wouldn’t you, Mosiah Lane, being a closet homo seeking to impress and deceive not only your father and brother, but yourself as well? Did you know that Mosiah here has secret gay porn of his own and regularly shows up at a gloryhole, Bishop? That’s your son, who had to picture boys the whole time he was fucking Jane here just to keep it up!” I announced my presence, quite naked and demonic in my appearance.

Mosiah looked at me, and then at Jane. He went white as a ghost and his erection simply wilted like old lettuce on a leftover Whopper. The bishop and Heber glared at him, as if the problem was him for a moment, but when they turned around to follow my voice, Heber pissed himself in abject terror and tried to flee the scene. Instead of letting him, I directed Jane to seize him by the arms.

“Take him to the bathroom, wash him in the shower, but then make him wash you as well. He needs to get used to being under your thumb and mine, anyway,” I laughed with devilish delight as she trapped her former blackmailer.

“Now that I have your attention, folks, let me spell a few things out. First of all, yes, I am a devil. A demon. Asmodeus, Lord Asmodeus to you. I’m afraid that you’ll find out that I’m in charge of your life from now on, Bishop. Yours, too, Mosiah. In case you’re wondering how I know this stuff and how I’m able to control Jane so well, which was what you wanted to do, well, I told you why. As a demon, especially an incubus, I know this kind of thing. I can also read minds and watch people’s conduct without being seen.

“For instance, Bishop, while you’re doing all this, your poor, misguided wife is actually helping people. She sincerely believes in this Mormon bullshit, but then, so do you, it’s just that you have warped it into an excuse to control this man’s life. Emily, however, is using it as a way to reach out to homeless youth, even if a bit imperfectly and in the name of a false church. Between the two of you, which do you think has a better chance of making it upstairs? I’ll give you three guesses and the first two don’t count.

“Bishop Orvin Lane, who knows about the stake president using the expense account to go to Vail with his secretary, right, and hasn’t reported it, all in the name of the greater good! Bishop Orvin Lane, who has schemed to impregnate another man’s wife, along with his sons, and has also blackmailed said man as well as his wife to turn them into personal fuck-toys. Bishop Orvin Lane, who mistook narcotic hallucinations for ‘testimony, ‘ not that your false church ever had any real revelations that were actually true.

“Well, guess what, not only did you knock Jane up, but so did I, with my demonic spawn! I’m not entirely sure how it will work with fraternal twins when one of them is a demon, as this is something new, but it will be interesting to see in action. You have both been very naughty, and not in a fun way, either. Your behavior is frankly despicable! I’m not sure what your afterlife will be, but should you land in Hell at this point, and there is a decent chance of that, given that your first three so-called Prophets are here, you will learn what torment really is!

“Jane, good to have you back!” I called out as Jane returned with her hands still grabbing Heber by the hair.

“So … why should I fear you, anyway? You’re a demon! Obviously, you’re a rebellious spirit child and a liar, anyway!” Orvin showed a quick recovery from his shock.

“Spirit child? Oh, no, Mister! I’m nothing out of your bizarre mythology, I assure you of that! I’m a fallen angel, sure. A demon. A devil. But I was given a body of flesh and bone, just not a mortal one. Haven’t you figured it out yet? It was a scam! The golden plates, the planet Kolob, the story of the council of Gods, and the fair-skinned bodies given to the righteous spirit brats! All lies! Your church didn’t even recognize black people as equal to white until 1978! Trust me, I was there for the revolt of Lucifer! I know what happened to those of us who followed him!

“So, this is the deal. I’m going to give Clay the chance for some … payback. Then I’m going to do more to help heal the marriage than you ever did … and then, well, we’ll see. Now, you’ve got Clay here in a rough position, but I can take full advantage of it. Jane, tie the guys up with whatever you can find. They need to watch this, of course,” I instructed Jane, who got right to work on the three Lanes.

Normally, the Mormon bishop and his twin sons might have resisted, but they were paralyzed with fear, especially once I took on my full demonic form and glared at them with my Evil Eye. By the time that they thought to fight back, Jane had Orvin bound and bagged, leaving the sons rudderless. I saw my chance and lubed up my demon dick a bit more to enter Clay from behind.

Clay might have struggled a bit, but that stopped when Jane, taking her cues from me, knelt to suck his cock and balls lovingly with her lips and tongue. The pleasure of her mouth distracted him from the pain, even as I went deeper with my monstrous prick and began to hit the prostate with it. The harder I fucked Clay’s asshole, the more enthusiastically Jane sucked him off, causing a threesome that no doubt had occurred to our three friends, but had failed to come to fruition for them. I could tell that he was into it pretty soon, as his hips bucked with his pleasure and his precum leaked into his wife’s mouth.

“That’s a good boy, Clay! Enjoy my cock up your ass and Jane’s lips and tongue on your dick! Take it good and hard! You know that you want this, just understand what it means. It means that you cannot and will not belong to this bishop anymore. I had to do this in order to lay claim to you and your soul as well as your body. Forever! Yes, you’ll join me in Hell when you die, but on the upside, you won’t be tormented and I hope to induct you into my demonic host! Your wife is already mine for eternity!

“Unlike the Church, I can honestly swear that if I cum in your ass, you and she will spend eternity together. You will be joined as man and wife forever in Hell. Just relax, let yourself enjoy the sodomy, which I know that you love, anyway, and then help me exact retribution on these three corrupt and false priests of a false religion. They will never have control of your life ever again!” I swore to Clay as I got closer to cumming and he wasn’t that far off, either.

Jane winked at us as she began fondling Clay’s balls and used her sweet mouth to pleasure her husband with enthusiasm. He really got into it, unable to refuse her charms, and totally helpless to resist the delights of her lips and tongue. After several more minutes, while the Lanes watched in complete shock, Clay came down Jane’s throat, and without being told, she swallowed every drop with gusto. She then kissed the head of Clay’s dick very kindly and lovingly before she rose to her feet to slip her husband a passionate soul kiss.

At that point, I exploded in Clay’s asshole, shooting my load up his butt, as he shook from the force of my spurts inside him. He was mine now. I had him, and he gave me a look that made it clear that he knew it, as I had his wife remove the gag and other bondage gear from his flesh. She held him steady as he hobbled to his feet, embracing him the way that any lover would, full of forgiveness, understanding, affection, and empathy.

“Yes, that was really necessary, Clay. You’re mine now … forever, just as your wife is. You can share an eternal destiny free from this church. It has nothing to offer you now, nothing to make you fear the empty threats of excommunication. Because you two are mine, then you are free to love each other without any sense of doubt or fear about the future. You can thank Jehovah for his failure to make an exception for those who are intimate with devils while bound. Not that you didn’t enjoy it, which obviously you did. Especially with your wife being as loving and eager to please you as she was. Now, both of you, wash my cock clean, so it can be used again sooner,” I commanded Jane and Clay, who smiled as they did just that.

Once my dick was safely clean, I told the couple, “Now, make love like a man and wife would in a romance novel or something. Slowly, lovingly, passionately, and tenderly. Yes, Clay, I fucked your wife, as you can see, but now it’s your turn to enjoy her body again. Yes, she is pregnant to Bishop Lane here, but she is also pregnant to me. Bareback, yes. You will receive my sloppy seconds, true. But you’ll get used to that, as will she. You’ll raise these children, one of them an infant demoness, and you’ll love them, I know.

“However, Clay, you’ll get plenty of strange, too, as demonstrated by me using you. It won’t just be men … or demons. It will be women … and demonesses, too. Jane will get to enjoy female flesh as well, both human and demonic. Just wait until you’ve both been intimate with Becky and Lilith! Oh, and Daryl, Darla, and Luke! That will happen, guys, trust me. Open marriage will be unavoidable, especially in Hell, as I intend to make you an incubus, Clay, and Jane here a succubus!

“Oh, and I still want to fuck Julie … and now I want to bed Emily, too. She could use a good fuck from a less selfish man. That’s just a few people that I have in mind for all of us,” I announced, grinning at the horrified look on Bishop Lane’s face about his wife bedding another man … or demon, in my case … evidently, turnabout wasn’t fair play in his eyes.

It didn’t take very long for Clay and Jane, despite whatever resentments they had over their past infidelities, to become very passionate in their sexual congress with each other, the line between fucking and lovemaking more than a little blurred, which was just fine with me. Indeed, Jane crossed that line overtly when she stopped after several strokes to ask her husband to switch from missionary-style to doggy. Like any healthy, red-blooded, married man, Clay was more than ready to use a position that gave him a damn good view of his wife’s lovely ass. I was more than a little amused at the sight of my leaking demon jizz now staining his butt and thighs as he ravished his own wife, who was also drenched in my cum.

“See now, such a fine, loving couple, and you wanted to mess with their marriage, why?” I taunted the Bishop.

“You’re fucking with it, too,” the Bishop tried to say though his gag, but I read his mind, anyway.

“Actually, I’m not ruining it at all. I’m giving them a chance to strengthen their now unholy union by means of sharing and caring, if you will. Imagine how great things will be for them, never stale, as they’re still getting it on well into their sixties! And then, when they die, they’ll enter my domain and be greeted with pleasures unthinkable in the old Hell! As for you, well, the jury’s still out about your destiny, so worry about yourself, okay?” I grinned with savage delight, as I turned the bishop over and spread his cheeks to ram his asshole with my demon dick at last.

Orvin Lane’s eyes almost popped out of his head, from the looks of it, as I began pumping in and out of his booty with my cock, brutally ravaging him while the Wilsons continued to fuck. He tried to scream though the gag, but he was still muffled, and his hands were still bound, so he couldn’t fight me off as I sodomized him. While his sons watched in fascination and horror, the bishop began straining and sobbing from the impact of my cock up his butt.

I had the inspiration not that long before, concluding that it was best to simply make Orvin my bitch now and dare him to try to escape my justice (not that he had any chance of success). The worst part for him would come when I came inside him and thus sealed his fate forever. In the meantime, I could sense that my expanding demonic prong made him feel as if he had a baseball in his ass! He kept trying in vain to throw me off, but the more that he fought me, the more I pinned him to the floor and ruthlessly pounded him.

While I kept buggering Orvin, Clay and Jane continued their wild, intense “reclaiming sex,” each of them carrying on (with a little help from me) like bunnies. At one point, they switched to the “cowgirl” position and Jane went even crazier with her enjoyment of her hubby’s dick. It was obvious that Clay wasn’t exactly opposed to fucking his own wife after I had been with her, even to the point of dipping his cock in her cum-soaked twat. They kept it up for what turned out to ultimately be an hour and a half of marital coupling, four different encounters that ranged from sweet lovemaking to wild rutting to something more or less like makeup sex. Jane collapsed on top of Clay, her wonderful tits getting squeezed between her body and his, as they kissed and pressed their sweaty flesh together.

At last, truly aroused by this incredibly delicious scene of relationship sex in addition to my own dominance over Bishop Lane, I spent myself in his bowels and withdrew from his ass to leave a gape that no one could miss. I had barely lubed my prick, while he got no lube but spit on his own sphincter, so I had split him and he definitely bled from his butt. I fixed the tears quickly with my demonic powers, but even so, Bishop Lane wouldn’t forget this encounter for the rest of his days. He still walked funny and I could tell that he would do so for the better part of a week, at least.

“Well, Bishop, if I were you, I’d resign, because there’s no point in pretending to serve a God who has certainly given up on you now, if he hadn’t before … if indeed you ever served him at all. You’re going to Hell, whatever you do, so brace yourself for the trip downstairs whenever you die. There’s no avoiding this now, buddy. You’re fucked like Chuck! So, let me see, that’s three of you now that belong to me. This is going to be fun!” I then put Orvin on his back and called for Jane to ride him for now.

“Don’t worry, Clay! I know what I’m doing and you’ll be well-rewarded for complying with this. Trust me, okay? Jane wasn’t in control of what she did with Orvin before, but now she is. Now, he is going to serve her for however long it pleases me. Besides, I love the idea of her getting a proper gang-bang, one that she can really enjoy, and your acceptance of this is also approval of the open marriage, is it not? Oh, and there is a surprise later,” I chuckled as I watched Jane bouncing up and down on Orvin’s prick, even as he lay on his very sore butt.

While his twins continued to view their father’s violation or whatever one wished to call it, Jane basically used his dick as if it were her personal dildo, setting the pace and edging him repeatedly during the act. She soon had him desperate to cum, multiple times over, as she kept tantalizingly close to his dick from above him at least five times that I counted, until at last she slammed onto his cock and nearly broke it from the force of her landing. He lost control then, already having come closer than he cared to admit while being sodomized by me. His spunk now joined mine and Clay’s inside Jane’s cunt, and she licked her lips as she rose to ask me a silent question.

I gave her the thumbs-up, it being essentially the same idea that I had before, as Jane planted her pussy, creampie-filled from three different men, on Orvin’s face to feed it to him after I removed the ball gag. He was still restrained and he tried to move his mouth away from her slit, but he couldn’t get away, even as I grabbed his balls and ran my claws over them in a way meant to raise alarms in his head. Suddenly, I squeezed them with a vise-like grip and he tried to scream in agony from the rough treatment of his family jewels.

“So, Bishop, the way I see it, your ass is mine now, so I’m giving you a choice. You can be a servant now or one later. If you opt for the latter, though, it will last for ten thousand years after you die and arrive in Hell. Think of how long that will be, versus a mere lifetime. If you agree to my terms now, though, you’ll become a demon when you die and get to enjoy tormenting others instead of being tormented yourself. Eventually, you’ll be free of this punishment, either way, but this way, at least you get out of it after you die. So, bitch boy, which is it to be?” I demanded, making him sweat.

“If I pick the latter, who do I serve for ten thousand years?” Orvin obviously weighed this now, once Jane finished cumming on his face again.

“Oh, probably ten different people between them, but all of them with grudges or other reasons to make you suffer, so prepare for some torment that will make you weep, wail, and truly gnash your teeth in pain. A different tormentor every thousand years, each doing their best to make you suffer unbearably. Imagine that, little bitch boy!” I taunted the bishop, making him shudder, “Trust me, you’ll serve them the whole time, even as they inflict pain beyond your imagination on you.”

“And if I choose to serve and suffer in this lifetime, instead?” Orvin asked me, truly unsure, while Jane took his cock into her mouth to suck it for a sixty-nine … though she used her teeth to inflict just a dose of pain and fear amid the pleasure.

“You will belong to Emily. Period. She will own you, use you, dominate you, do whatever she wishes of you, for the rest of your days. Remember this, your compliance with her every word is necessary for this deal to continue. The slightest sign of defiance, of disobedience, of rebellion against her, and the alternative punishment will certain to happen. Maybe not immediately, but the moment that you appear in Hell, you’ll wish that you had obeyed Emily instantly and totally, whatever she asked of you.

“Think long and hard on this, but only for the next few moments. If you fail to reply within the next three minutes, the latter punishment will automatically become your irrevocable fate and you will not escape it for ten thousand years. I very much hope that this deal will give Emily every incentive to cooperate with us, and I do believe that it will, at least once she knows the stakes and the benefits of siding with us. If she refuses, however, the deal is off, and you know that means ten thousand years of absolute misery and torment,” I smiled, even as I had one of my fiends, Abaddon, seize Emily and bring her to the Wilson home.

Emily arrived just in time to watch me grab Heber and bend him over for his turn of being fucked in the ass. She watched her own husband get Jane’s mouth slobbering all over his dick while he ate her out, much to her astonishment at witnessing this scene. I didn’t let Abaddon release Emily just yet, as I had plans that required that she stick around until I was done with her. She looked truly frightened as she watched a demon take one of her sons and bugger him, while he gave muffled screams and pleaded with her to rescue him through the gag … He was now terrified and in excruciating pain, so it was only natural to beg his mother for help.

“Clay, go for it with Mosiah. Show him what’s what,” I directed Clay, who got busy using Mosiah’s bottom.

Abaddon smirked, while he continued clawing into Emily’s arms to her agony and terror, forcing her to witness the first sexual encounter that she ever knew about between her husband and another man’s wife, as well as two gay incidents involving her twin sons. I felt a mixture of a mother’s distress from what happened to her two sons, plus a bit of jealousy from her husband being intimate with another woman … Then there was something of a voyeur’s arousal from the sight of Orvin and Jane in a sixty-nine … and the obvious way that both Heber and Mosiah seemed to take to gay sex.

Heber, in fact, now seemed to really push back with me with his hips and his butt, enjoying the act in spite of his deeper repression. I got the sense that he was bi, not gay, but he was still very much into the action. The more brazen the twins became in welcoming Clay and I to use them, meeting our strokes with their own, the more visibly aroused Emily became, her hands wandering to her snatch in spite of her upbringing to slip inside her panties. She now jilled off inside her mystical Mormon underwear, unable to hold back her lust, as it intensified and her worry about her sons decreased. It was more apparent by the second that the boys enjoyed being sodomized, even if they were still bound and gagged, and so Emily began to relax and let herself go.

Emily started moaning and I signaled to Abaddon that things had changed … I had to seize the opportunity, and I would. Pulling out of Heber, I directed the destroyer demon, though he wasn’t an incubus, to slide into him in my place, while I washed off my cock. I then walked behind Emily, unzipped her skirt from the back, and quickly discovered that she had already been fucked by another man. I smiled as I began fucking Orvin’s wife, noting with some amusement that she became increasingly excited by the fact that I was a demon and she fought with her fears of being taken by me.

“Looks like I was wrong about one thing, anyway. Not that I mind. Orvin deserves to wear horns. It also makes my work so much easier. Not sure about what to do about Orvin’s earthbound owner, though, now that I know this. It was going to be you, but that was when I thought that you deserved some payback for Orvin’s cheating. I will have to review this, but for now, damn! You like this, a lot! So … you’ve been with Jose, another of the church volunteers? Jose Ernesto Navarro, no less! Thirty times in the past six weeks, I see,” I chuckled as I enjoyed her twat.

“Oh … damn … I feel so guilty, so jealous, and so fucking turned-on! I’m being fucked by a demon and I love it! Take me! Use me! I don’t care if you put me in charge of Orvin or not! I just want to be fucked by you and often! I know that it’s wrong to cheat, but it was wrong of Orvin, too, and this is much better than with Jose … and he’s no slouch in bed!” Emily bit her lower lip as she took me balls deep inside her slippery cunt.

“You want my demon dick, don’t you? You want my demon seed, which will knock you up and damn you to Hell, where you’ll have to service and share me forever?” I taunted Emily, even as she begged me to keep screwing her creamy snatch.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fill my cunt with your demon spawn! Put your demon seed in me! Flood me with your hot demon cum! I love being fucked by a demon! I love it! I don’t want human dick anymore! Demon cock only!” Emily surprised even me with her obviously awakened, once latent obsession with being taken by demons.

I shot out my load in her twat, just as Clay spilled his spunk into Mosiah’s ass and Abaddon came inside Heber’s butt, having basically wrecked his booty with his devil dick. The deed was done, and much easier than I anticipated. The only complication was that Emily was no longer fit for the job of punishing Orvin, who increasingly relaxed and now spent himself inside Jane’s volcanically hot mouth. I had to redraw my plans for them all, but that was fine.

For now, however, I made a call to a certain pizza delivery place … in Hell. Pitchfork Pizza wasn’t known as the “Best Damned Pizzeria In All Hell” for nothing. Naturally, it was jointly owned by Lilith, Becky, and me, so it had better be good. The mortals needed to rest and we all could use some food as I lay down the law to Orvin, Heber, Mosiah, and yes, Emily and Jose, the last of whom arrived rather suddenly, as Lilith grabbed him on the way in … with the pizza pie. Becky was likely to join us soon, but for now … for now, we had some feasting to do.

 

To Reign in Hell – Chapter 6

“Now, I know that Mosiah here hasn’t been properly damned yet, but that will happen, trust me. So, are you ready for that to happen soon, Mosiah, or are we going to hold you down? I would apologize for the strong-arm tactics, but then you should be familiar with them, having used them before yourself, earlier today. Emily, here’s what the deal is. Your husband has been blackmailing Clay and Jane here into being his and your sons’ sexual playthings for some supposedly God-given reason. I can assure you that this ‘revelation’ is utterly false, much like everything else from your totally man-made religion. You’ve been wasting your time serving a version of God that is totally counterfeit,” I announced over some fine pepperoni pizza.

“So, I’m damned, Orvin is damned, and Heber is damned as well, correct? But I take it that this is not really anything to fear in itself, only if we displease you,” Emily interjected.

“Yes, and your husband and sons have very much displeased me by blackmailing Clay and Jane. I don’t give a rat’s ass about cheating, but this business of extortion is another matter. Your husband has to choose between ten thousand years of serving whomever I shall designate, with the provision that they have the right to torture him as much as they wish during that time … or he could spend the rest of this life serving and possibly being tormented to a lesser extent by a person of my choice.

“The only reason that cheating even matters is in the sense of wanting to give his wife, whom I thought was faithful, some payback to even things out. Apparently, that’s not going to be an issue. Cheating is only wrong in the sense of dishonesty, though. It’s a quite human and understandable flaw, my dear. It is not born of motive, but of human nature and the failed attempt to control it by society and the late, unlamented King of Heaven.

“Then again, due to the lack of malice, perhaps that was a bit harsh under normal circumstances, but then, most cheaters aren’t blackmailers,” I observed while drinking some beer that I had brought in from my house on the way to Clay’s by Lilith.

“Yes, well, I meant what I said. I have no more sexual use for Orvin. I’d rather never sleep with him again. Is there any reason that I can’t simply divorce him? I’d rather not pretend anything, now that the boys are grown? Nor will the temple stuff matter to me anymore,” Emily suggested.

“Is this due to your dislike of human dick now? Well, get over it! I still need you to be a succubus for me, and that will require dealing with human cock quite a lot, my dear. Then again, as a succubus, you’ll regain your taste for man flesh pretty damn fast, I must warn you. Even so, I do get a kick out of your attitude, speaking as a demon. Tell you what. I will lay out the following options, but only because I like you. Your options are different from Orvin’s, of course. He has to choose between a little pain and bondage now, or a lot later.

“I will let you choose between dominating a man, in which case you have to remain a slut for human cock while you live, with the difference being that once you’re a succubus, you’ll crave it, anyway … Or you could dominate a woman, in which case you’re still going to have to mate with men now and then, but not as often. Most of your sex won’t be with men, but it won’t be with demons, either. Most of it will be with women.

“Or else, you could opt to serve a demon of my choice, with the emphasis on the word ‘serve, ‘ and they might very well hire you out to a variety of demons, with the stipulation of no human cock. I can’t promise that you won’t ever be required to eat pussy, though. You will not be allowed to dominate a demon, of course. Once you’re dead, then you will crave human seed as it is, so it won’t be an issue anymore.

“The final option is to commit suicide and become a succubus right now, in which case your desire for human seed will overpower any feelings of disinterest that you had before. Your call, of course, and your choices will slightly affect the options available to others. What is your decision, Emily?” I grinned, eager to hear her make this choice, which would have all kinds of implications, all of them potentially enjoyable for me.

“I … I want to serve a demon. For life. Once I’m no longer useful to or desirable to the demon, I ask only that he or she kill me, so I can become a demoness myself,” Emily decided rather boldly, making me smile more.

“Then the demon that I choose is … Abaddon. The Destroyer. Abaddon, claim your human pet. Oh, and there won’t be a divorce, because I don’t want it that way. You’ll be a married woman, regularly fucked by a demon instead of your husband, and both of you will just have to deal with it. In a decade or so, Abaddon will tire of you and will simply kill you, as you requested. Is that clear, Abaddon? You are to kill her when you tire of her, but until then, she is to get a special tattoo that reads, ‘demon cock only.’

“You can share her whenever you wish, but you are also free to have other women and demons, or even other men. Oh, and you’ve been reassigned to the incubi, at least for now. You’re more useful that way for the present. You’ll find that your libido is now greatly increased, Abaddon,” I commanded, Abaddon nodding as I changed him to a lust fiend at last.

“Yes, of course, Master!” Abaddon grinned, seizing Emily by the neck and simply shoving his cock inside her without further warning, “You’re mine, human slut! I hope that you enjoy getting raped all night long for days at a time, in every hole! Oh, and I don’t do foreplay! I don’t use lube! I just ram it in! Bareback! I can cum for hours, days, even weeks! I will use you up, and then I will kill you!”

“That resolves the matter of Emily at last. I suspect that she’ll love every single moment of it myself. It’s just what she’s been craving all this time. Anyway, back to Orvin. He will choose between Jose as his master and ten different masters over ten thousand years. Jose needs a replacement lover, after all. Orvin, that’s your call, but choose well. Jose, will you accept this deal, if Orvin takes it?” I turned to Jose, whose cock grew hard at the idea of dominating his ex-lover’s husband.

“Yes, I will! I must warn you, though, Orvin … if you’re mine, you won’t get much relief. I will share you with whomever I wish, mostly women, I will fuck whomever I wish, also mostly women. You will move in with me and when I want your mouth, you’ll let me use it. When I want you to rim me, you’ll do that, too. When I want to sodomize you, and that will happen a lot, you will put up with it. Whatever job you have had better be one that lets you be available to me a lot more than this ‘bishop’ business. Forget your ambitions of being stake president, too. That just will not happen.

“Oh, and I don’t really have any use for your dick, so when it’s not being hired out, I will keep it caged. I’m strictly a Top in this relationship and you will always bottom with me! Don’t worry, it will be hired out more than you fear, but I warn you that your masturbation days are over! You will never be allowed to jerk off again! Ever! For one thing, one of the things that you will be hired out for is a breeding stud and we have to keep your seed in constant supply. For another, I don’t want my bedsheets stained with your cum.

“Of course, that also includes whenever I’m buggering you, as I don’t like my bottoms cumming, humping the bed, or actively fucking anything at all. You’ll be caged as I butt-fuck you, the prostate action turning you on without any hope of relief. You’ll have to modify your body to suit my lusts, too, as I prefer my men slimmer, more toned, and definitely not as hairy. I will put you on a new diet consisting mostly of lighter meats, good fats, whole grains, and plenty of fresh fruits and vegetables, with vitamins to make up any deficits.

“In a year’s time, no one will even recognize you. I like that I’ll be constantly buggering a married man, too, while his wife bends over for every demon in Hell!” Jose told him, “Oh, and I’m quitting the Church!”

“Wow, you really do have a kinky fantasy life!” I chuckled as I grabbed Jose’s ass for a second and he ground it against me.

“Yes, well, for you, even a Top like me would love to bottom, just so you know,” Jose invited me, due to his new and improved mood.

“Glad to see that!” I smiled, before turning to the rest of them, “So, are you agreeable to this, Orvin, or shall we consign you to the torments of the damned upon arrival in Hell?”

“I … consent to serving Jose. It’s not pleasant, but it’s better than what would probably face me as a tormented soul in Hell. I will resign my position and I will move in and serve Jose … and accept all of his other terms and conditions,” Orvin shivered as he gave his consent.

“Wise man, even if this deal is unpleasant. It’s only until you die or Jose dies, whichever happens first,” I observed with a wicked grin, “Now, as for you, Heber, you’re to serve Jane for life. Whatever she commands you, that you must do. Is that clear? Clay and Jane will remain married, happily so, I hope, but with your own slaves. Clay’s new plaything is Mosiah, the younger twin. Don’t even try to tell me that you don’t want that, either, Mosiah … You thoroughly enjoyed Clay’s dick back there, even begging inwardly for me!”

“So … we get to stay married and we get other lovers, especially you, and we also each get slaves of our own, to do whatever we please with them? Sign me up for sure!” Clay belly laughed now, while Jane giggled at last.

“Same here, honey! I’m going to have sooooo much fun owning Heber here! What about you, Heber? Think that you’ll enjoy serving me?” Jane asked her new pet, who shocked everyone by kneeling openly, without being told, and spreading Jane’s thighs to start licking her twat.

“Mistress … I adore you … and I would much rather serve you than a man, anyway! Ever since you bathed me, I’ve wanted to be yours … I found your dominance and aggression … exciting! Can we do watersports, too? I would love to have you piss on me and then wash it off in the shower together,” Heber pleaded with Jane.

“Well, I’ll consider it, but just know who is in charge of you. If we do watersports, it will be on my terms, slut boi! And help me seduce that stupid bitch girlfriend of yours! I’d love to see her sleep with you, me, and Clay, my husband, who deserves plenty of pussy for putting up with me, just as I deserve lots of cock for being patient and understanding with him!” Jane snickered, while Mosiah threw himself at Clay’s feet.

“Okay, I agree to this, but only because I love how rough you are with me! Sorry I mistreated you, but I enjoy how much you hate-fucked me, Clay … sorry, Master! Still, shouldn’t someone fuck me and damn me now, too!” Mosiah begged, even as I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up to make him my bitch for the next several minutes.

“Yessss! Oh, fuck, yes! Give it to him good, Master!” Clay urged me, as I buggered Mosiah at last.

“Well, your slutty ass needs it, bum boy! Time to make your soul mine, just as your ass is Clay’s!” I reveled in sodomizing the young man, enjoying his smooth, tight booty for its own sake, too.

“Oh, God, yes, an eternity of debauchery and deviance! I love it!” Clay now beamed, as he watched me plunder his new fuck toy’s bottom.

“Well, just watch … the fun has just begun!” I smirked as I ravaged Mosiah’s butt, “I look forward to seeing what comes next … and causing a great deal of it. Don’t you, Lilith?”

“Oh, very much so,” Lilith licked her lips as she winked at Clay and swished her tail seductively at him, “He looks especially yummy. I’ll get a taste of him now and then, right?”

“Very much so. What do you think of Lilith’s designs on your husband, Jane?” I teased Mrs. Wilson, even as she guided Heber’s tongue across her slit.

“Bon appetit, Lilith. You want to devour Clay, go for it!” Jane encouraged the demoness, who then walked over to Clay and began making out hungrily with him.

“Don’t worry, stud … I put the ‘suck’ in succubus!” Lilith told Clay as she knelt and got busy slurping on the man’s cock, “Oh, and Jose, please be sure to let me taste Orvin whenever he just got out of chastity a few times, please … all that backed-up jizz would be so delicious! I get thirsty just thinking of it.”

“Well, if you promise to do that to me, I swear to Asmodeus here that I will gladly let you drain Orvin’s balls every time I let him out of his cock cage … that would be so fucking worth it!” Jose offered Lilith with a saucy smile.

“It’s a deal!” Lilith leered openly, adding, “Oh, don’t worry, cutie … you need some pussy to make up for Emily’s, anyway.”

“Duly noted and I will hold you both to this!” I declared as I continued to ravage Mosiah’s ass.

It was going to be one Hell of a night!

 

To Reign in Hell – Chapter 7

“Oh, God damn me, you really ARE a devil!” Julie Rawlings moaned as I fucked her good and hard from behind on the master bed of my Earth house.

“Told ya, but you didn’t want to believe me!” I chuckled as I plowed her with pleasure, both hers and mine.

“Oh, please don’t stop it! I need this! I need this badly!” Julie whimpered and begged me to give it to her good.

“Trust me, I’m not stopping until you’re good and damned, and then only because I have other lovers to service as well. I’ll come right back to you when I feel like it,” I assured the blonde clerk from the abortion clinic.

“And … oh, fuck me … what was a devil doing in the waiting room, anyway?” Julie inquired, being a curious sort of lady.

“People watching, of course. We devils find you mortals fascinating in the same way that you find chimps intriguing. Except that you’re admittedly sexy, unlike chimps. I love to watch people, read their minds, that sort of thing. For instance, you recently broke up with your boyfriend, Tim, because he was cheating on you, right?” I asked rhetorically.

“Yes … but why do you ask? He wasn’t just cheating on me, he was cheating on me with … my sister, Annie. Damn him for that! I love him!” Julie started crying, but I wiped her tears away.

“Was it sharing him, sharing him with your sister, or the fear of losing him that bothered you most, so that you decided that if you threw him away, he might come running back and he’d be yours for life?” I confronted her with another thrust.

“The fear of losing him to her and having her gloat that she’s taken him … has she?” Julie asked me before biting her bottom lip from the force of my next thrust inside her nice, warm, and slippery pussy.

“Yes, she’s got him, but she’s also trying to sell him on getting back with you. Why? Because she wants him, but she also hates to see you unhappy. She wants him happy and her happy as well. She wants to share him with you … permanently, Julie. I think that you should go for it, and you should also lure Tim and Annie here, so that they can be damned with you. You see, your sister’s right. Sharing him is the way to go.

“Monogamy’s really a pointless business, plus you need to get used to sharing your lovers. You’ll be doing a lot of it down in Hell, anyway. No one’s monogamous or faithful in Hell, I can tell you that much. They might start that way for a little while, but it doesn’t last. It’s Hell. We don’t play by Jehovah’s or Michael’s, either. We play by our own.

“Besides, I want you and I’m keeping you, so you’d have to share me and Tim would have to share you. Why not share him as well? It’s only fair. By the time that you die and end up in Hell, you’ll already be used to sharing, which will give you a leg up on those poor souls who are shocked at first to learn that monogamy doesn’t exist down there. I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to fuck Annie, and I’m going to fuck Tim. Yes, I’m very bisexual, my dear, and you’ll be bisexual yourself, sooner or later, even if you’re currently straight as a razor. Succubi are always bi, as are incubi.

“So, make up your mind to it, sweetie. In fact, let’s go to them. It’s easier to show than tell, after all, and they’ll have no trouble believing that you’re a devil’s lover when they actually see said devil for themselves. Understand this. Women often drive men away with their jealousy, ironically for fear that their men will walk away. It’s a real conundrum, wouldn’t you say? They cause the very thing that they fear.

“It’s even more of a puzzle given that you cheated on Tim with his buddy George, but, hey, why not include him in the fun, too? Relax, I’m not judging, just commenting on the hypocrisy, lunacy, and self-defeating nature of jealousy. A wise man once said that faithless women are often more jealous out of insecurity, but then, that’s very much counterproductive as well as counterintuitive, since that very jealousy and hypocrisy only makes a man want to leave even faster,” I pointed out as I came inside Julie’s sweet snatch and took her to Tim’s place, where he had just fucked Annie again.

“Yeah, I suppose that he cheated on me out of revenge, didn’t he?” Julie remarked as we arrived.

“Ask him yourself,” I pointed to Tim, who went pale and nearly peed on himself before I brought Julie over to him.

“Tim … did you … cheat … for revenge for me cheating on you?” Julie asked him, a bit saddened by what had taken place between them.

“Yes, I did. Not that it stopped you from dumping me for it. What a hypocrite you are! I hope that this devil knows what he’s getting with you! Cunt!” Tim spat angrily.

Julie hung her head and nodded, “You’re right, I am a hypocrite, but here’s why it bothered me. For years, Annie and I have been rivals as well as sisters, competing for everything. Daddy’s love. Mommy’s love. The status of teacher’s pet. Cheer captain, etc. Sometimes, she won, sometimes, I did. When you slept with her, you negated my last victory over her, and that’s what upset me, as it would let her gloat over it and taunt me about it. If you had picked anyone else, I wouldn’t have dumped you. Still, it was a dumbass move, as it let her have you all to herself. All I managed to do was cut off my nose to spite my face.”

“You think that’s low, try cheating on me with my best friend! Oh, wait, you already did!” Tim told Julie, making her flinch, even as she cried a bit more and nodded.

“You’re right, that was wrong, too. I’m sorry for cheating on you with your buddy. That was an awful move on my part.

“Damn it, Jules, I never saw you as a rival! You were my hero! My big sister! I wanted to be like you, that’s all! It was emulation, not competition! Why couldn’t you see that before? Why, Big Sis, why?” Annie confronted her elder sister in front of us, “And this time, I just wanted to share Tim with you, and also teach you a lesson for cheating on him in the first place!”

Julie really let out the waterworks this time, sobbing like crazy, even as both Tim and Annie put their arms around her in a big, tight family hug. They all embraced, and then Julie kissed her ex-boyfriend, he kissed her back, at which point Annie shocked her by planting a kiss on her as well. To her own surprise, Julie returned the kiss, and then Annie kissed Tim again. He kissed her back as well. This was time for my next move as demonic family counselor (I seem to have branched out into counseling somehow, an odd hobby for a devil, I know).

“So, Julie, shouldn’t you apologize for abruptly breaking it off with Tim, given that you were guilty of the same thing as he?” I pointed out.

“Yes, Tim, I’m very sorry. Honestly, I am. Can I be your girlfriend again? You can have Annie, too, since she wants to emulate me, and as they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Pretty please?” Julie pleaded with her ex.

“Will you date me, too, sis? I’m not just imitating you. I’m in love with you … and with Tim. Both of you. How about it, while Mr. Devil is here to witness things?” Annie proposed, her slight blush matching her bright scarlet hair and her freckles.

“Yes, though my name isn’t Mr. Devil. I’m Lord Asmodeus, formerly Prince of the Incubi, now King of Hell, Master of Evil, and Prince of Darkness,” I introduced myself formally.

“Evil? You don’t look evil to me, Mister. You just brought me, my sister, and OUR boyfriend all closer together, assuming that Julie agrees to this, that is,” Annie retorted with a wink, “in fact, I think that you’re a hunk, and if it didn’t bother Tim or Julie, I’d jump your demonic bones in a heartbeat.”

If my skin weren’t already, being a demon, my face would have been very crimson from blushing, oddly enough. It’s not everyday that someone calls a demon a ‘hunk,’ after all. I was used to using my power and my dominance to get women into bed, not my supposedly lacking beauty and charm. Women were normally drawn to the danger of an incubus, not any handsomeness on his part. I decided that it was now time to spill the beans and see if Annie still thought that way of the devil who just damned her big sister.

“Um, I get your sister, anyway, after death. She had sex with me, as you can tell. This means that, unless you end up in Hell after you die, you’ll be separated from her forever. Not to worry, though. She won’t be tormented. She’ll just be a succubus and get to serve me for eternity, through sex … and other things. What do you make of that?” I tested Annie’s sincerity, wondering if she would take the bait and opt to be damned, too, as I also tested Tim’s love for Julie.

“Yes, well, count me in. I’ve always emulated my big sister and this is no time to stop. I love her, whatever her flaws, and I’ve always said that I would follow her to Hell. I just never expected that to be literally true. Still, I’m a woman of my word. What do I have to do to be damned?” Annie asked me, truly eager to become a succubus like her beloved sister.

“Have sex with me, of course,” I told her, “oral or otherwise, though, right now, I want to fuck you and use Tim’s cum for lube.”

“Oh, God, yes! Sorry, Tim, please don’t get angry, but I want to spend eternity with Julie as a succubus! Can he come along, too, if he wants? Do you want to, Tim?” Annie pleaded with us, even as I slid into her pussy and began fucking her, not minding the sloppy seconds at all.

To an incubus, they were a strong reminder of sex … cum, male or female, was an aphrodisiac to us.

“Sure, he can. Why not? Lilith, Becky, come here, will ya?” I called for them … I still planned to fuck Tim, but I wanted to work my way to it, I decided … let Lilith damn him first.

“Sure, honey! I just finished having John Knox clean out my pussy, anyway, and I’m ready for a lot more,” Lilith assured me.

“Good, then have at Tim! Becky, you go seduce George. Be a shame to leave him out of this. Then lure him here so that he can reconcile with his buddy,” I instructed my demonic wives, both of whom enjoyed the prospect (yes, I had married both Lilith and Becky by now, taking them as Consorts of the King of Hell).

Becky and Lilith both licked their lips, each assaulting their intended prey, even as Tim chuckled and surrendered very fast to his attacker. He didn’t even remotely put up a fight, not that I could blame him. What man in his right mind would refuse Lilith? For that matter, who could or would refuse Becky?

Meanwhile, I was very much involved in fucking Annie, but I didn’t want to leave Julie out, “Julie, bend over and let Annie eat your ass! Annie, don’t even try to tell me that you don’t want this. I’ve seen how you ogle your sister’s booty when you don’t think anyone’s watching you. Not that there’s anything wrong with your tush, either. I’d tell you to eat her pussy, but we want that demon seed to do its job, don’t we?”

“I want to have Tim’s baby, too!” Lilith giggled while riding Tim, “oh, this mortal is just too sweet for words! Yummy cum! Delicious flesh!”

“That could get interesting, if Tim knocked you up. Hey, Tim, what do you think of that?” I taunted him, even as he lost it and spilled his seed into Lilith, though she went further and kept draining him … forcing him to make more seed and taking that, too.

“Feel that, Tim? That’s a succubus specialty, the Super Drain, I call it. When you can’t go soft because a succubus is still draining you and forcing your balls to make more cum … lots more. It allows you to just keep cumming and cumming some more. At this rate, you’ll actually die, but on the plus side, you’ll automatically be an incubus, so imagine how much more fun that will be.

“Now, it’s up to you if you want Lilith to drain you to the point of death and thus make you an incubus yet, or if you want to live to a ripe old age first. Your choice, but I know which one I’d take. Being an incubus is the life, man! If I weren’t King of Hell, I’d still be Prince of the Incubi. Say, I’m looking for a new Prince, anyway, to fill my cloven shoes. You want the job?” I offered him.

“Yessss! Make me Prince of the Incubi! I want the job! Yes, Lilith, drain me and slay me!” Tim couldn’t help but take that offer, not just because of its appeal, but because a man in Lilith’s clutches could never get enough of being taken by her.

“You asked for it, you got it!” Lilith told him, licking his face and adding, “you made the right choice, lover. You’re going to love this!”

Meanwhile, I went back to fucking Annie in earnest and damning her. She continued eating her sister’s sweet ass, too, and Satan, did it look delicious! I made a mental note to find a nice 24 hour period sometime in Hell for a day off and just go to town on Julie’s lovely bottom with my demonic forked tongue. I knew that, hot as Hell could be in some places (I’d lowered the heat in about half of Hell by now), she would be shivering with delight and ecstasy from my rimjobs. I’d have to wait until she’s a demoness, though, so she’d be entirely clean the whole time. Satan, I’d love to eat Annie’s ass, too, come to think of it! Her pussy was rather nice, too, as were her very active hips that were perfect for sex (and birthing).

While that happened, Becky returned with a very scared George in tow, his face showing tons of worry now that he knew that he was damned to Hell. He’d obviously been easy pickings, too, not that it reflected poorly on him. It showed that he was as human as the next man. He also showed some real decency by looking ashamed as he saw Tim. This was his best friend, or had been, and he had betrayed him … and he knew it and suffered remorse for it. He cleared his throat and spoke up at last.

“Tim, I just want to say that I’m sorry for what I did with Julie. Not the sex part so much as the betrayal by taking your lover like that. Julie’s a great lover, but it doesn’t excuse what I did. I got her a little tipsy and had my way with her. I convinced her that I needed it badly, and she agreed out of sympathy. It was literally a mercy fuck, not that she was right to do it, bro. I’m sorry for manipulating you, too, Julie. It was an awful fuck up, and I suppose that I deserve to go to Hell and burn forever now, so I’ll accept that, scary, indeed, terrifying as it is… ,” George started to say, only to have me laugh and Julie slap his face after she came from Annie’s tongue and I came inside Annie’s twat.

“Becky, next time, don’t wait until the guy’s here to explain the facts of eternity to the guy. Okay, maybe when they need a real scare, but sooner or later, he has to know. George, dude, you’re not going to burn. You’re going to TURN. As in, turn into an incubus. My goal isn’t to torment the maximum number of souls for the maximum amount of time. My goal is simply to claim more subjects for my domain, my kingdom.

“Hell is its own world, with its own rules, laws, if you will, ones that I’ve drawn up myself now that Satan is gone. But bully for you, manning up and owning up to your mistakes. Good job. Taking some responsibility for once. Glad to see you do it. In the past, you’ve not done that very well, have you?” I chuckled now, watching the relief on George’s face despite the slap mark that Julie’s hand left on his cheek.

“Alright, boys and girls. That’s a wrap for now. I have other work to do. We can pick up the sex and wine and roses stuff later. Oh, and here’s the deal for now. You four are going to marry. Each other. Here’s how. Annie, Julie, George, take your own lives. You’ll all automatically become devils. Succubi in the case of Julie and Annie, an incubus in the case of George. Tim is already dying from Lilith’s sexual prowess, so he’s covered.

“He’s going to be Prince of the Incubi now, even if that makes other incubi jealous. Hard cheese for them. Anyway, plural marriage is legal in Hell and all demons are bi, anyway, so the four of you will be lovers and spouses to each other, plus lovers to others, as monogamy doesn’t exist in Hell. I think that we’ll all enjoy this, won’t we? I’ll give you a little infernal honeymoon to fuck and suck each other like mad, and then you go back to work for me. Are we clear?” I instructed the foursome, eager to get them safely transformed into demons before there was any attempt by Michael to change the rules on me.

“Yes, absolutely, but where are you going, sire?” Julie inquired.

“Oh, yes, I have a little fantasy to fulfill, and then you’ll hear from me soon enough. I have a kingdom to rule, after all. Lilith, Becky, you two can tag along for this. It’s time to do what I’ve wanted to do for years,” I took their hands and blew kisses at my new recruits for the Host of Hell.

“What fantasy, my lord?” Becky asked me, now that we were out of earshot of the others and flying through the air with our wings outstretched.

“I’m going to lead a full-scale demonic raid on various locations around the world, starting with Hollywood. I’m going to have enough of a presence to make them nervous and eager to strike a bargain with me, a final armistice to end the War of Ages between the kingdoms of Heaven and Hell. And, in the process, I’m going to get some serious human booty, as are you guys. I’m going to be a one-demon wrecking ball, if you will. By the time that I’m done, they will know that I exist and they will both respect, fear, and desire me. If Michael’s wise, he’ll do the same,” I laughed heartily, “oh, and my first targets are key celebrities, male and female alike.”

“Such as?” Lilith inquired with an eager grin.

“What do you think of Brad Pitt? I plan to make an incubus of him, and for that, I need your help. I’m going to claim Jennifer Aniston, Angelina Jolie, and Gwyneth Paltrow, too, to make him stop leaving one wife for another, and instead keep them all at once, as he should have done. These humans and their stupid zero-sum views on sex and love! I’m going to make an example of that pretty boy. He’ll just have to give up the serial monogamy and be a polygamist as he should have been in the first place,” I chuckled, putting wicked smiles on their faces.

“Works for me!” Becky quoted Hunter, much to my amusement.

“Yes, I wonder how Fred Dryer would feel about being an incubus?” Lilith got the last word … for now.

THE END