I could feel the tears squeeze out of my eyes as I climaxed from the violent fingering that I was being given; despite the overwhelming fear that seized every limb, my more feral instincts were taking over and when the orgasm finally exploded, I let out a guttural scream and felt the liquid gushing from my pussy. As I fell back down from the epic release, I looked over to the door, remembering why I was so fearful: the demon that would drag us to Hell. He was still massaging his cock gently, his eyes raking over my body. At some point, my underwear had been shredded, whether by the ghost or by Aaron I did not know. Regardless, I was completely exposed and I felt violated by the demon who finally settled his roving gaze on my face.
"So," he drawled, his voice reverberating throughout my bones and making me shudder. "Although I would love to make you my whore right here, right now, I have to wait." He walked over to me and caressed my face with a razor sharp talon, drawing the thinnest line of blood across my cheek. I hissed at him, unable to form coherent words due to anger and fear. "On your feet, slut. You too, you idiot," he barked at Aaron and I. Our bodies reacted against our wishes and rose, standing close to the creature. A question bubbled up to the front of my mind, and while I stumbled over the words, Aaron beat me to the punch.
"What do we call you?"
The demon looked at us both, examining our body language; I was frantically nodding my head in agreement to the question. I mean, if I am going to spend the rest of my eternal life being bossed around and controlled by this asshole, I deserved to know who it was that I cursed. A grin split across his face and his eyes flashed, showing a terrifying image of a creature with multiple heads and limbs. I shrank back and felt the bile rise in my throat. "To you, I am nothing but your Master. Anyone who wants to use and fuck you is also to be referred to as Master. However, I do have a real name if you must know." He lifted his chin and straightened his back, making his height seem even more imposing. "My real name is Asmodeus, and I am one of the leaders of the Lust Circle of Hell. I can control your sexual wants and needs and make you fuck people you would normally never lay a hand on. Now shut up, and follow me." The last sentence was spoken louder, with a tone the echoed through the house and I could hear the rest of the tour group moving- against their will, most likely- back towards the corridor.
Aaron and I joined the rest of them as Asmodeus led us towards the back of the building. We were on the top floor, but there was a back stairwell that seemed to wind down past the basement and kept on going. I could hear murmurs and moans as well as screams of pain and utter torture. I tried to resist going down the stairs but was pulled along with the rest of the unwilling group. As we descended, the heat in the stairwell rose in small increments. It never really got all that hot, just a slightly uncomfortable warmth that left you constantly damp. Eventually, we started to pass doors, some opened, others closed. We could hear the sounds of sex, and smell the musk of people, or things, fucking wildly. I peered into many rooms out of morbid curiosity and saw men and women alike contorted in positions of pleasure. I saw one small red-headed girl being fucked mercilessly by two demons; one fucked her mouth, his wide cock visible even from the hallway and the other rammed his dick deep inside the poor girl's vagina. Despite the obvious pain and discomfort she must have been feeling, her eyes were rolled back into her head and there were muffled grunts emanating from her full mouth. Mmm, fuck that looks nice, I purred to myself. Startled by my own thoughts, I shook my head and kept looking straight forwards.
Every now and then, I could feel a hand touch my body, sometimes my chest and my ass, but mostly my pussy. The scene I had just witnessed had driven up my arousal whether or not I would actually admit that to myself and had left me wet and wanting for a good fuck. I couldn't believe my body was betraying me like this, but part of me really didn't care. I wanted to be absolutely ravaged. I wanted multiple cocks and I wanted to be slapped and called a whore. I bit my lip as I fought back a moan. I realized that Asmodeus had halted our group and had a clipboard in front of him and was calling out names. The sight of this demon acting so, well, organized struck me as funny and I let a small chuckle slip out. Aaron looked back at me like I had lost my mind, fear ridden throughout his body. I rolled my eyes and started listening to our master as he called out the names and what seemed to be room numbers. When a person was called to their "assigned room", they were pulled in by some invisible force and then the door was slammed. We slowly continued and sometimes we could hear the cries of our tour mates as who knows what was done to them. Eventually, it was just Aaron and I left and when Asmodeus looked up, he chuckled.
"Now Aaron," he breathed. "You and your friend are going to be put in a different kind of room then our other temporary guests. While you are trapped in Hell for all of eternity as our whores and harlots, we do like our pets to be comfortable. Aaron, you are first. The door on the left is yours." I saw his eyes widen and his hands shake as he shuffled towards the door. Unlike the others, he was not pulled in, but once over the threshold, the door slammed shut. I tried to reach for the door but was blocked by the wall of muscle and flesh that was Asmodeus. His hands grasped my upper arms and I whimpered from the pressure he was putting on my bones. A forked tongue flicked out of his mouth and licked the side of my face, reveling in the taste of my skin I presumed. His mouth went to my ear and he crooned to me. Awful things. Horrible, dreadful, bloodcurdling acts that would make the Devil himself blush. And he promised to me that he would do every single thing to me. Part of me was absolutely horrified. The other part got a sick satisfaction from the thought. I had no time to ponder my actions before he thrust his mouth against mine and shoved me against a wall.