Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
Originally published on 02/22/19 in NonConsent/Reluctance.
Hellish Retribution is my first attempt at incorporating erotica into my fantasy writing. Thank you for all of the wonderful feedback I've received thus far, and I hope you enjoy!
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Elise raced down the hallways of the college as quickly as the professors would allow her to, right hand clutching a small metal device. Her green eyes gleamed with an almost childlike sense of glee as she slowed down to glance at the rectangular gadget she held.
"I can't believe that someone would just throw something like this away," she murmured thoughtfully to herself. Well, actually, she very well could believe it. This thing, which was so cleverly called a 'pinger,' was over a decade old at this point, and by all modern standards was considered completely useless. Its only function was to show your location on a GPS grid to anybody around you that carried the same device every time you pinged it. Impractical even in its time, but it was one of the first inventions using resources only found in Hell, so those who were interested in demonic science considered it a breakthrough.
Elise admired the dinosaur of a gadget for a moment longer before pocketing it, picking up the pace once more. She was en route to where her dad was, who was one of the professors that taught here. This college was one of the first to offer demonology as a complete course, and her dad was fortunate enough to land a job teaching it. And, after years of hard work, good references, and just a little bit of nepotism, Elise had been accepted into that very program.
Rounding the corner, her eyes landed on a group of students that she didn't recognize. They were huddled together in front of the classroom door, laughing at something that was blocked from her line of sight.
Sensing that the group was up to no good, Elise quickly made her presence known. "What the Hell are you doing?" she demanded, the heads of the bullies quickly snapping up to meet the source of the voice. She was very protective of her father, and this wasn't the first time that she had confronted another student that wanted to mess with him.
"Ah shit, it's the Richardson girl," one of the guys pointed out. At that signal, they scattered, allowing Elise to notice the piece of paper they taped onto the door. Figuring she knew what this was about, she hesitantly approached the door, confirming her suspicions as she read the paper the group had left behind.
WILKINS IS INNOCENT. RICHARDSON IS THE REAL DEMON HERE. HE DESERVED TO HAVE HIS WIFE SHOT.
Elise felt her cheeks flush with rage, angrily tearing down the hateful and ignorant message. Sinking to the floor, she began to rip the paper into shreds with shaking hands.
Russell Wilkins was a scientist who worked in a lab alongside Elise's father, Marcus Richardson, and her mother Elizabeth, where they studied some of the various lesser species of Hell. The demons were kept in enclosures that Dad had designed, which kept the beasts contained while various experiments were conducted on them.
Elise was there on the day of the accident, when the enclosures that protected nearly two hundred scientists failed, unleashing a large number of spiteful creatures to wreak havoc across the building. She was only a child then, but her keen interest in her parents' work led them to show her around some of the safe(r) areas of the lab. They were able to escape the building quickly when the attack began, and the only recollection Elise had of the event was of her mother trying to calm her down while her father ran back inside to help the others.
They were lucky. But many others, including Wilkins, were not. Elise didn't quite know what happened to her dad's old coworker, but he apparently received an injury so terrible that he was expected to die from it in those coming months. He grew to resent Marcus for what happened, blamed him for everything.
Elise had no memory of when Wilkins broke into their house and murdered Elizabeth, before turning the gun on himself. Marcus told her that she was already asleep by that time. But she couldn't even remember the events that would have happened after that, not the police sirens or the murder investigation or even the funeral. She just remembered waking up one day and accepting that Mom was gone. That part always hurt her the most. They used to be so close.
Without realizing it, tears had begun to stream down her cheeks. Elise wiped them away, taking a few minutes to compose herself and fixing her blonde hair so it tucked back behind her ears. The paper was pretty much confetti at this point, so she bundled the shreds in her fist before slowly returning to a standing position, using the wall for support. Once she made sure that there was no evidence of her crying, she quietly entered her dad's classroom.
The room was empty, except for Marcus, who sat at his desk waiting for his daughter, his nose buried in the pages of whatever nerd book he had this week. Elise greeted him with her usual "hi, Dad" whilst inconspicuously throwing the shreds of paper away. He didn't need to know about what had happened. It would just upset him.
Marcus returned his daughter's greeting with a warm smile, closing the book that he had been reading. It was no wonder where Elise got her appearance from. They both had a similar hair color (though Marcus's was always a darker blonde than his daughter) and the exact same shade of green eyes. Even their facial features were similar. The other professors liked to joke around with that, saying that Elise was 'the younger Richardson without a beard,' though right now he just had a bit of scruff from not shaving in the past week or so.
Noticing the device sticking out of her pocket, Marcus couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh my God, who gave you a pinger?" He questioned his daughter in a lighthearted manner. Tucking the book under his arm, the two of them began to head to the car. He realized that he was still wearing the lab coat that all of the college's science professors wore, but he figured that he'd just wash it and worry about bringing it back tomorrow.
"Eh, some professor did," Elise replied with a small shrug. "It's funny, though. You'd think that everybody would have gotten rid of these things by now because they're so damn useless."
Marcus let out an over exaggerated gasp at his daughter's scathing remark. "Hey, that's my pride and joy you're insulting there!"
"What, and I'm not?" Elise joked back, their playful banter helping to pick up her soured mood.