Declan the demon was a robust portrait of deception in all of its glory. His hair was light brown, his eyes a bright green. His face was beautiful as only a male who just reached adulthood could be. Smooth, golden skin without a whisker. An aristocratic nose, and lips that were slim. He was barely six feet tall, built like a swimmer. Long, lean muscles corded throughout his body. He had no chest hair to speak of and a light smattering around his deformed cock.
You see, Declan was a demon whose sole purpose was to punish female souls that had been sexually immoral. His cock, echoed that fact. He had two in place of the one. His top one was slightly higher and thicker than the average cock. His lower one was like a normal cock, just tucked between his balls until he got hard. Then they both stood at attention, BOTH wanting in between the soft places of a woman.
Today, on his agenda, was the torture of one adulteress whose mortal name had been Cindy Whitmore. He stood before her in all of his pleasing to the eye good boy wonder. He knew that when these women first looked upon him, they thought he was an angel. Many had told him he was beautiful, perfect...on the outside.
He grinned at Cindy who lay before him on a bench. Her arms and legs tied to the bench. Cindy's torture room looked like a school locker room. Red lockers lined the wall, the floors were grey and reflected the bright lights from the ceiling.
Cindy had duct tape covering her mouth as she lay there, bare to his sight. She was relatively pretty. Curly brown hair, pretty pink face and bright blue eyes that shimmered with lust. She had thick lips, juicy tits, and a nice wet cunt.
"This was where you were introduced to sex wasn't it Cindy?" Declan's voice was smooth. "When you seduced your cheerleading coach after you turned eighteen? You KNEW he was married. You did the job better than any succubus could EVER have done!"
Declan smiled as Cindy started to sweat. Her pussy was getting wetter. "You like hearing about how I know you're a fuck slut right, Cindy?"
Cindy's eyes widened as she got a load of his double dose dick. "But I know you've never been double stuffed before. And being that we're going to relive your first time having sex, believe me. You're going to FEEL my big dig in TWO virgin holes."
He had control over how big to make his dick. He made his top one ten inches long and two inches around. His smaller one maxed out at eight inches long and one inch thick. Red and purple veins pulsed in his cock, making it twitch.
Cindy's juicy twat betrayed her. Declan grinned as he approached her little pussy and ass. He teased her holes with his cock, smearing her juices before he thrust into her ruthlessly. She screamed as tears fell down her face, but her hips thrust up to meet his anyway.
He didn't move as his two cocks were wrapped in her silky wet pussy and tight nubby asshole. He shivered, loving the feel of breaking in these sluts. They didn't know SHIT about sexual torture. But they'd learn quickly.
When Cindy started to squirm, trying to ride his cock he pulled out of her completely. Blood trickled down from her pussy, into her gaping asshole and down to the bench.
"Fucking pain whore!" He snapped. He walked off and called for a softie.
Another demon, with a single tiny cock came into view. "Feel free to fuck her if you can reach the bitches stretched out walls."
The minor demon went to obey, Cindy's cries of unfulfilled frustration rent the air.
Disgusted, Declan stalked the halls. Torturing seemed to have lost all of its allure. Women nowadays were just too hard to impress!
"Maybe you're just in the wrong department?" A seductive voice broke through his inner tirade.
Declan looked up and saw Satan wearing khaki pants and a black tank top that showed off his rippling muscles. The red hair was mussed and his goatee seemed a bit longer than the norm. But those golden eyes glimmered with all sorts of wicked delights.
"What department should I be in then, oh Lord and Master." He responded sarcastically.
Satan backhanded him. Declan's head whipped around with the force of the blow, blood trickling from the corner of his lip.
"I'm here for a favor double dick." Satan crossed his arms over his chest as though nothing had occurred.
Wiping the blood from his lip, Declan was intrigued. "Asking a favor, Dark Prince? I guess you really ARE getting soft."
"More like getting harder..." Satan's voice got rougher as his eyes brightened.
