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Cindi in the Nine Hells - Part 3
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Cindi in the Nine Hells
Chapter 3...
She looked around as she walked up the stairs.
Surprisingly, the place was in decent shape. Who would have
thought it? The walls were the red stone that seemed to be
everywhere, however, they were smoothed out, making them almost
like marble.
After entering the hallway, she found it quite odd that the
only door in the hallway had the same number on it that was on
her key. After unlocking the door, she entered her room.
She was awestruck. The place was far larger than she would
have expected, far larger than she would have thought possible,
concidering the size of the tavern. To her left was a giant
sized bed, covered with red satin sheets and elevated on a
platform that had stairs leading up to it. Ahead of her was
large painting which seemed to portray the damning of Lucifer.
On it was a towering bearded figure pointing a crooked figure at
a young angel who seemed to be cowering in fear.
Interesting that something like that would be in here, she
thought to herself. Looking to her left, she could see a
doorway which lead to what was more a sauna than a tub.
The entire place was lit by candle light, which gave the
room a glowing red color. Almost cautiously, she walked into the
room that had the sauna. The water steamed and bubbled. She
wondered how the water was kept hot, since there was no
technology here, nothing to heat it up, save fire, but there was
no fire around that she could see.
She placed the clothes and the towel that Cronis had given
her on the floor. The constant throb that seemed to run through
every muscle in her body seemed to increase with the anticipation
of the hot water.
She could feel the semen of the Arch-Fiends and Cronis
leaking down the inside of her thigh, sending a shiver up her
spine. She felt dirty, and couldn't wait to feel the hot water
over her firm body, cleansing her, washing away the throbbing
pain in her muscles.
Experimentally, she dipped her foot in the water. She
winced at first at the tempurature of the water. It was almost
unbarably hot, almost. Slowly, she lowered herself into the
steaming water. Her eyes closed, she sank all the to her neck in
the water, sitting down on a ledge that on the inside of the tub.
The water felt wonderous. Her delicate hands slowly moved
over her entire body, kneeding and massaging her aching muscles,
allowing the heat of the water to loosen her, relax her. Her
hands moving softly over her gorgeous breasts, then gathering
water and splashing it up into her face.
Who would have thought a bath could feel so good? She
thought to herself. Her hand travelled down her her thighs,
there she worked the muscles, releaving the tension in them.
She dunked herself under the water, washing her face,
letting her hair get wet. Resurfacing, she looked down at the
body she'd chosen for the day. She liked this one. Two long
thin fingers, her own fingers, gently traced around one of her
nipples until it stood out proudly.
She thought about how full she felt with the Arch-Fiends
penises deep inside her, how it felt to have them shooting their
potent seed up inside her belly. She knew she should feel
repulsed, letting such beasts have their way with her, but
instead she felt wicked. The idea of doing something no one else
would, something most wouldn't even think of, it excited her.
Then she thought about Cronis. He seemed so kind, like he
didn't belong here at all. She wondered what he'd asked for,
then her mind trailed off to the feeling of his hands on her
body. They'd been so gentle compared to the coarse hands of the
Arch-fiends, almost loving, something no man had ever done for
her.
Becoming increasingly aroused, her hands moved down between
her legs. One of her long fingers moving slowly between her
labia before pushing gently into her vagina.
A soft moan escaped her lips and she arched her neck and
back, probing deeper with her finger. She could feel the semen
from the Arch-Fiends still inside her. She twisted and turned
her finger around inside her, bringing forth another moan from
her lips, this one louder than the last.
She remembered the initial pain caused by Cronis' penis
entering her anus, then the throbbing pleasure it gave her
afterwards. She remembered the feeling of his sperm shooting up
inside her. She remembered how full she felt, stretched.
Another moan.
Her other hand began to work on her clitoris, her fingers
rubbing it, teasing it out of it's hiding place. Another finger
worked it's way into her clutching vagina. She felt herself
becoming weak from arousal, and from the steam and heat of the
water she was in. The tempurature of the water seemed to heat up
her insides, her blood felt like it was almost boiling, her head
seemed to swim, and her body felt almost as if it was flooting,
in air, near weightless in the water.
Suddenly her orgasm hit her, the force of it coming as a
total shock. Her body spasmed, splashing water all over the
floor, she drove her fingers as deep as she could into her
squeezing vagina, ravishing the exhausting sensation of the
orgasm that shook her, and then the slow trip down from height of
pleasure, back to Hell.
A deep sigh escaped her, and she openned her eyes, looking
about the room. Luckily, none of the water she'd splashed out
onto the floor had reached the towel, or the clothes Cronis had
given her.
After remaining in the water a while longer, the water she
noticed, never seemed to cool down, she got out and dried herself
off.
She was exhausted, and needed sleep, and not wanting to
sleep in the clothes Cronis had given her, she slipped into the
large bed naked, enjoying the feel of the satin sheets on her
soft skin.
Drifting off into sleep, she wondered what her next
adventure would be, what would happen next...
-=*=-
She dreamt of Satan, and her first meeting with him. He
came to her while she was standing alone on a hill, around her
was nothing but plains and grass.
Satan was dressed in all black armor, sitting on his giant
sized horse. The horse seemed to float through the air, rather
than gallop along the ground.
Satan's face looked nothing like she would have thought. He
was handsome, blonde hair, deep blue eyes. Definitly the most
handsome man she'd ever seen. His face looked so innocent,
something you'd not expect from the god of lies.
She staired up at him, entranced. She could feel the desire
burning inside her, she knew she'd do anything he asked of her.
She wanted to be his, she needed to be his.
Unmoving she watched him dismount the magnificant beast he'd
been riding. The horse standing still, waiting for it's master
to mount it again, ready to leave at a moments notice.
Suddenly, she sensed she was no longer wearing clothes, and
naked she stood before Satan, his gaze looking deep into her
soul. She knew why he was here, she'd called for him. She was
angry with men, she had had enough, and it seemed that god had no
time for her, therefore who else was there but Satan? And here
he was, he did not ignore her like The All Mighty had. He was
here, standing before her, his hand reaching out to her,
beconning her.
She fell to her knees, taking his hand in hers and kissing
it. Pleasure swarmed through her body like jolts of hell-fire,
heating up her insides.
He was no longer clothed, his beautiful body naked before
her eyes like a symbol of perfection. His throbbing penis
standing erect away from his groin. Something in her told her
she had to kiss it, a need, a desire, like nothing she'd ever
felt before. Leaning forward, she gently kissed it's tip,
seeing it twitch under her lips. She opened her mouth, taking
the head of the penis inside her mouth, then taking more, and
still more, until she could feel the head lodged in her throat.
Her mind was filled with nothing but desire, and want, the
want to please her master, Satan. She was his. Before she
realized it, she was on her hands and knees, her bottom held
high, exposing herself to Satan, who now knelt behind her.
She felt his hot throbbing penis push through her wet lips,
entering her tight vagina, filling her with hard, throbbing
pleasure.
She recognized the possition in which he took her, and what
it symbolized. She was his pet, his bitch, and he took her as
such, his hard penis thrusting in and out of her.
She gasped, she moaned, she drove her hips back, meeting his
thrusts, trying to drive him deeper into her, even though she
knew she was already filled to the limit.
Her body ached, not in pain, but in ecstasy, every muscle in
her body screaming for her orgasm. Then it started. Her body
convulsed, her back arched, a piercing scream came from her
mouth, her vagina constricting around the invading penis inside
it. Under normal circumstances, she was sure she would have
passed out, but now, the intense pleasure only grew until it was
unbarable. Scream after scream of pure pleasure came from her,
her heart pounded so hard, she thought it was going to burst from
her chest. She thrashed, throwing herself back at the Arch-
Angel, her eyes closed tight.
-=*=-
She felt the head of his penis move around inside her,
flexing, unflexing. She wasn't on her hands and knees anymore,
she was lying on her back. She wasn't dreaming anymore, she
actually did have something deep inside her, filling her,
stretching her. It had to be at least a foot long, and thick, so
thick.
She screamed as her orgasm continued. Her vagina clutched
at the shaft inside her as it move out of her, then drove back
inside her, all the way to her cervix.
Her eyes opened wide, looking down between her legs, the
surprise she found, only making her orgasm become more fierce.
There she saw a beautiful woman, a head full of blond hair, naked
with her entire hand, up to her wrist stuck deep inside Cindi's
vagina.
That was it, that put her over the edge; Cindi let out a
long howling scream, releasing all the pleasure all the ecstasy
that filled her every muscle, and she came around the invading
hand in her vagina.
Her chest rose and fell deliciously as she sat on the edge
of concsiousness, breathingly heavily. She felt the hand leave
her vagina, leaving it gapping open, her juice dripping down her
thighs, and onto the sheets of the bed. Who was this woman? The
thought entered the back of her mind, why is she here? She felt
the other womans hot mouth close gently over her right nipple,
the womans tongue dancing over it.
Cindi moaned.
The womans tongue licked up her chest, her neck. Cindi's
mind raced. What's going on here? She thought to say, but the
words refused to come out of her mouth. She was exhausted from
the force of her orgasm.
She felt the other womans lips close over her own, in a
soft, gentle kiss. Her tongue pushing into Cindi's mouth, and
Cindi who welcomed the invasion.
Again Cindi's mind filled with pleasure, and now her body
began to feel comfortably numb. Slowly, so very slowly, she
began to feel herself slipping away, into a place unknown to her.
The other womans mouth still covering hers, the other womans
hands now caressing Cindi's breasts.
A succubus! The realization came to her like a slap in the
face. She then realized it was her lifeforce that was being
drained. Panicing, she struggled to free herself from the
Succubus' kiss, trying to push the she-devil off her. But she
was too weak, her muscles would not respond to the eletrical
impulses sent to them by her brain. She tried to call forth
magic, but none came, she remembered Cronis saying, No magic in
here.
She didn't want to die, not now, not like this. Why not
like this? A thought entered her mind. She continued to
struggle, but it was hopeless, slowly, she felt her life slipping
away to the woman who was now ontop of her. Soon there would be
nothing, and then she would know what it was truely like, to be
dead, and have your soul damned to hell.
"ENOUGH!" She heard a loud roar, and suddenly the Sucubus
was thrown clear across the room into the far wall. She looked
up, but only saw a clouded vision of a large muscular figure, her
eyes refusing to focus.
"But..." She heard the Sucubus start.
"I said ENOUGH, I told you not to take her life force!" She
recognized the voice as being a male voice, but she'd never heard
it before. "For this Corie, you shall be punished!"
Cindi heard the Succubus get to her feet while she still
laid there helplessly.
"Off with you, and we will discuss your punishment later!"
The man-voice said.
Cindi then lost concsiousness, the loss of most of her
lifeforce taking it's toll on her...
-=**To Be Continued**=-
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