Sara was not where she had expected to be when she woke up. Instead of the bright walls and clinical smell of a hospital, she appeared to be in a dimly lit room. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the lighting, and she gasped upon realizing what kind of place she was in. The walls were lined with all sorts of sex toys, from dildo's to whips to restraints. There were a number of larger appliances as well, including a wooden horse and a Saint Andrew's Cross. And in the centre of it all, staring at her, was a humanoid figure.
"Well, it's about time you woke up. Welcome to your new home." The figure drew closer, and Sara got a good look at the room's other occupant. She was a tall woman with a full figure, wearing what could only be described as a dominatrix outfit. Between the boots that went all the way up her thighs, the shiny latex corset that just barely held in her cleavage, and the cruel looking whip in her hand, it was undeniable who was in charge of this place. But that wasn't what stood out the most. What really stuck out was her demonic form. A deep crimson skin tone and a pair of curved horns were proof that she wasn't a human.
"Wha... what's going on?" Sara tried to sit up, only to discover she was held down by something. Panic began to set in as she frantically tried to move her arms, her legs, her body, but her efforts were futile. She was chained in a spread eagle position, with her arms and legs restrained to different corners of the rubbery bed she was on. The entirety of the situation finally hit her, and Sara could feel her heart racing as she realized the implications. "Am I... am I dead?"
The woman laughed in response. "You're a sharp one, aren't you? Your body was killed the moment the car crashed. Quite unfortunate for you. Even more unfortunate, your soul has been judged by the powers above, and it's been found wanting." She reached out and rubbed a hand along Sara's thigh, causing the woman to shiver in response. "You can call me Xithrya, I'll be the warden in charge of your soul. Welcome to Hell"
Sara was at a near loss for words. She always thought of herself as a good person, someone who put the needs of others before her own. She'd even made an effort to push down her sinful thoughts. This looked like a punishment based on the sin of lust, something she'd avoided her entire life. So why was this her fate? "I don't understand," the frightened woman began. "I haven't done anything wrong. Why am I being - OW!"
Her protests were cut off by a quick smack on the cheek. "Everyone says that, honey." The succubus had a bored expression on her face. "I've been down here a long time, and let me tell you, the worst ones are always the ones who think they've done nothing wrong." Xithrya snapped her fingers and a burst of flames wrapped around Sara's body. She flinched at the initial heat, before noticing it wasn't actually burning her. Once the flames cleared she realized that her clothes had been burnt away, leaving her body nude and exposed with no way to cover herself.
"And the reason why I know you're such a filthy sinner is because they sent you to me." Xithrya began to molest her helpless captive, fondling her breast with one hand while rubbing between her legs with the other. Sara could only moan in response, the arousal quickly building inside of her. "You see, I have a bit of a nasty reputation, even in a place like this." She inserted one of her fingers into Sara's dripping cunt. "I like to make my victims suffer. I watch as they cry and scream and beg for mercy, only to show them how powerless they are." She added two more fingers, slowly pumping them in and out. Then, without breaking her pace, Xithrya gave a firm pinch to one of Sara's erect nipples. "So you must be an extra nasty girl if you were sent all the way down here to be with me."
Sara was starting to lose control of her thoughts. She was hardly a virgin, and she'd slept with a handful of both men and women before. But she'd never done anything remotely similar to this. She'd looked at it before, at bondage porn featuring other women, only to quickly exit from the shame of it all. Sara had been a well respected girl in her life, and the whole "submission" thing was for deviants, not people like her. So why was she being punished this way?
While she was absorbed in her own mind, Xithrya continued to play her body like an instrument. Sara was panting now, with the succubus pumping her fingers in and out at a rapid pace. She'd started playing with Sara's clit as well, building up her arousal with expert precision. Not only were the fingers inside of her perfect in their ministrations, they filled her with an unnatural lust. Every touch of her finger led to a sharp spike in arousal. The succubus's magic had Sara panting far sooner than she should have.
A whorish moan escaped from Sara's lips. If this was her punishment, to be turned into a perverse plaything, she supposed there were worse punishments. A climax was quickly building inside of her. She cried out, thrusting her hips forward and grinding into the dominant hand. This was far more intense than any experience her lovers had given her. Sara was at the crest, ready to have the most hardcore orgasm of her life-
Only to have everything stop. Right before she was able to cum, Xithrya withdrew her hands entirely, watching the captive soul writhe in place as her reward was denied. A sheen layer of sweat covered Sara's body. She was desperate for that final push she needed, a single stroke of her clit, anything to ride the mind blowing orgasm that Xithrya had set up. But there was nothing. Sara was helpless as the moment passed, her nether region twitching as the frustration built inside of her.
"Did you think you would have such a nice reward so easily?" Xithrya's voice was even more malicious than before. "That I was here for your pleasure, to let you cum your brains out like a dirty whore?" The succubus laughed, and Sara felt the shame building inside of her.
In such little time she had been about to trade away her dignity for an orgasm. Even worse, the longing was still there. The feeling of being right at the edge of cumming was incredible. Whatever it took, Sara was ready to go back there, and get the climax she craved. Xithrya was the one who got to choose when she'd get it, and there was no point in fighting her. A chill went down her spine as she realized that technically she could be kept here for years, centuries even, never being allowed to cum.
It was then that Sara figured out just what Xithrya had to be doing. She was forcing her to voluntarily submit, to beg for what she wanted. She had no power here. She would have to work to get what she wanted. In a quiet voice, body still trembling from the ordeal, Sara spoke up to her captor. "Please," she began. "Please let me cum. I'll do anything you say." Xithrya was silent, a blank expression on her face, so Sara continued. The thought of being eternally denied was just too intense, and she had to offer everything she had left to avoid such a fate. "Whatever you need from me, I'll give to you. I know I'm a sinner, and I deserve to be punished, but I'll do whatever it takes for you to let me cum."
Xithrya didn't immediately respond, and for a moment, Sara thought she'd gotten through to her. That ended when the succubus gave a hard SMACK to her open pussy with the palm of her hand. Sara cried out in pain, but her tormentor didn't appear to care. "I'm going to make something perfectly clear for you." The Xithrya snapped her fingers, and Sara's restraints came undone. Before she could react, a latex straightjacket appeared on her body, one that trapped her arms behind her back and her tits fully exposed.
