It was a dark and stormy night, and my asshole protested in delicious agony as my girlfriend railed me with her monstrously large black strap-on. Her pendulous breasts brushed against my back as she pushed herself against me, and I relished their softness against my skin. My cock throbbed with need as blood surged into my shaft and sweat poured down my back; she was really giving me a jolly good rogering tonight.
"Oh, yes! It hurts... it hurts so good!" I screamed, as she continued to thrust in and out of my screaming butthole.
"Wait, this is... you're into this?" my girlfriend asked breathlessly as she panted with exertion - she sounded a bit frustrated. I nodded as I shot her a weird look. She knew I liked this stuff, we had been together for... for... I couldn't really remember, actually.
My girlfriend put her hand up to her chin for a moment before she grinned. "I'll try this, then." She pulled her strap-on out of me with a little
pop
and cackled maniacally as her strap-on became hotter and hotter. I could feel a fierce and fiery heat emanating from it, and I marveled at how technologically-advanced the toy was; it almost felt like...
magic
. My heart began to race with anticipation at that point; I was
definitely
curious to find out how it would feel inside me, even though I knew I should probably be worried. I craned my neck to look back at my girlfriend, and I caught a glance through our window and saw a blood-red sky outside. My eyes widened, and it was at that exact moment that I remembered I was single. My stomach dropped as I realized that something was
definitely
wrong, but I didn't have time to think about it as... whoever this woman was thrusted into me one more, glorious time ramming her fiery rod into my already-sore ass. Its searing heat turned out to be deliciously pleasurable as it burned my butthole, and I was finally driven to ecstasy as my cock unloaded a cannonade of cum. I creamed all over her silken sheets and screamed triumphantly as my soul left my body and ascended to Heaven - or I guess it had actually descended to Hell? I knew I probably should have been concerned about that, but I couldn't think straight in my orgasmic haze.
"Goddammit, you
are
into it." She let out a frustrated sigh and frowned at me.
My cheeks turned crimson, but I didn't respond. My mystery lover shook her head, and my eyes widened as she started to... change. Her skin turned a deep, dark red color, and her eyes began to glow like burning coals. Her teeth grew needle-sharp, and horns sprouted from her head as I watched in stunned silence. She grew a tail with a little heart on at its end, and her fingernails became claws, which she slowly raked down my back. My skin tingled with a warm, dull pain that wasn't exactly unpleasant. I actually found myself smiling at her touch, and my cheeks blazed with heat. She let out a huff as she pulled her hands away from me and groaned.
"Yeah, this isn't working. Ugh, what am I supposed to do now?"
"W-what's wrong?"
"Well, you're not supposed to fucking like this; it's supposed to be a punishment, after all."
"A p-punishment?" I squeaked. "Why?"
You didn't pay your taxes, Steve. That sort of behavior gets you a one-way ticket to Hell, you know."
"So we are in Hell, then? W-who are you, really? I asked, as a shiver ran down my spine. Whoever she was, she not only my name, but also my darkest secret, one I had planned to take to my grave - and then again, maybe I
had
.
"I'm Lilith, your personal H-IRS torture succubus," she said, honestly sounding a little disinterested. "I'm, uh... supposed to be torturing you for your crimes... but you, er... seem to be enjoying it." I couldn't deny that; I was a huge masochist, and what most people would consider torturous was more like a
dream cum true
for me. I knew I wanted more of her titillating
torture
, so I tried my best to deny it. Unfortunately, I didn't do a very good job of it.
"Um, n-no. Nuh-uh!" I said, not-so-confidently, as my cheeks blazed hotter than her infernal strap-on, which was currently roiling on her black, lacy panties. "I'm, er, actually not enjoying it at all! It, er... it
hurts
!"
"It hurts 'so good?'" she asked, repeating my words in a slightly mocking tone. My cheeks grew hot at that, and she smirked at me. "I think I need to try a new tactic. Get... creative." I audibly gulped - I really didn't like the sound of that.
"W-what do you mean, 'creative'?"
"I'm supposed to be
torturing
you, after all. But, since you're into it, um... I guess it would be torturous for you to... not be tortured." she said, with a devilish grin. She let out a long, drawn-out sigh, and I felt her strap-on cool down in an instant. My dick was already spent, and yet I was still incredibly disappointed; I craved her spicy strap-on's horrific-yet-heavenly heat.
"Wh-what? No it's okay; you can torture me. I, uh, hate it! Uhhh, please, dooon't hurt me," I said quickly, desperately trying to sound scared. Lilith rolled her fiery eyes and frowned.
"Now you're just phoning it in. It's embarrassing," she said, with a bit of admonishment in her tone.
"Dammit, fine," I replied sheepishly, as my cheeks burned. "Um... so, what now?" Lilith just shrugged and let out another sigh.
"Hmmm. Well, I don't know, exactly. I've never had to torture a masochist before - people usually beg me to stop as soon as I break out my
FlameFucker 5000
. Um... we could go over all those discrepancies in your tax reports, or something? Um, do you have any ideas?"
That FlameFucker 5000 in my ass again
sounded like a good idea to me, but I knew that wasn't an option, so I decided to ask her a question about herself.
"Do you like your job?" I asked, with a shrug.
"M-me?" she stammered, as her cheeks turned a shade of red so deep it almost looked black; it was strange to see a demon blushing - it was kind of cute, actually. "Th-this isn't about me; this is about
you
."
"Well, why not? I'm curious," I said. I tried to move positions, but I realized I was chained to her bedpost. I wiggled my hands back and forth, reveling in that agonizingly sweet ache of steel scraping against my skin. Lilith rolled her eyes again before snapping her fingers, causing my restraints to disappear in an instant. I felt a little disappointed as I got up and turned around before sitting cross-legged in front of her. "Well, you are my
personal
torture demon, right? So, let's get personal."
"I... I don't want to. I'm boring; you don't want to know about me," she said, breaking eye contact with me as she looked away. She was quiet for a moment, but when she finally answered, her words were so soft I could barely hear them: "I... I hate it."
"Why?" I asked, as I frowned.
"Because... because..." Lilith said, and then something within her seemed to snap as she began to unload. "Because my job is awful! Our pay sucks, we get shit benefits, no breaks... not to mention management is absolutely
hellish
. I mean, I know we're demons, but still! Honestly, I'm kind of relieved that I don't have to torture you," she said, flashing a weak smile. "It gets so tiring, Steve, and I just... hate it.. Truth be told, I'm... kind of on thin ice with my boss."
"What? Why?" I asked, and Lilith let out another sigh.