Hell Part Two - The Perfect Heart

Hell Part Two - The Perfect Heart Hell Part Two - The Perfect Heart

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

What do you think moron? More sex and more violence.

Summary

What do you think moron? More sex and more violence.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Hell Part Two - The Perfect Heart

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What do you think moron? More sex and more violence.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 27, 2012

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 27, 2012

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Fire dripped from the cave’s ferrite ceiling, molten metal emerging into the frigid air like lava from some deep ocean vent.  Iridescent plasma geists darted around in the fissured walls, a few of the brave ones came out onto the floor.  If they could avoid the hardened rain of then cooled metal shards there was plenty to eat.  The rotting flesh of the damn grew there.  It was hiding by a green mist, but the squish under my sandals was ever-present.

Yesterday had been better.  After defeating a horned demon with the dark magic’s I’d been so recently taught, I was allowed to choose a woman from the pit.  Ivory was her name.  I dedicated it to memory only for posterity.  The memory of her milky tit reddening beneath my slaps was shattered by a gurgling roar.

Thirty feet up, four legs protruded from a whole in the roof of the chamber.  As two more revealed themselves I let loose a flurry of iana, magical energy revealed by the emotion infatuation.  There wasn’t much down here in Hell, but I was the only around to use it.  Letting loose a wild howl of pain, the Nine fell with a thud.  I moved up slope in the chaotic terrain.  As my feet pounded the ground, I thought I heard the screams of the souls whose feet I was trampling.  Again and again I projected bursts of iana, fail, and native brim.  The beast’s death did little to sooth me.  I continued at a run.

Ivory was glad enough to be out of the pit.  I could have done anything to her with full approval, not that I was seeking it.  A spray of water cleaned her more or less.  It was a natural law of physics that nothing could be truly clean in the Master’s land.  Sulfur and decay were in the very fabric of its design.  It  had been days, so I bent the sinner over a rock.  Her pussy stared at me and I filled it.  Pounding fast and hard with zombies and an imp named Roy looking on, I came quickly.  The rest I’d drawn out and savor.

The Cavern of Skins slit open and I crawled out.  Only I could do that.  It was a “the chosen one” thing.  Everything else in the Master’s Hell could only go deeper.  I, as the one of prophecy could go out.  It was my first time, but I was already annoyed the drama surrounding it.  There were far too many heroes of fate around.

Now everything was flowers and birds.  Of course the flowers were the living eyes of the dead poked with needles and the birds spent their days eating them only to shit them out again.  Big Trouble in Little China would have called it The Hell of Being Split in to Your Constituent Body Parts So Each Could Be Properly Tortured.  The room where demons shoved various fruits into a wall of disembodied assholes has been particularly disgusting.

Ivory had not yet been disassembled.  I had her by the throat now, toying with her.  YEOW! A pinch to the arm.  SHREIK!  A twist of the nipple.  “More baby, more!” she cried when I paused.  Nothing I could do would be worse that the Pit.  She crumpled to the ground when I released, but started back up with a lurid smile.  She understood when I pointed to my dick and sucked in the head, probably hoping I’d come again quickly.  I suppose a diet of bat fur and demon shit made any promise of protean worth choking for.

A little spray of mucus escaped her nostrils when her lips hit my pubis.  She jerked in a reflexive need to breath.  Being dead, she didn’t but the nasty bitch thought she did.  I held her as her struggles increased, finally letting her pull away to suck air.  It took her only a second to recoup, and she on me again to scrape the worm guts from her tonsils with my cock.  This time she worked up a rhythm that I was prepared to enjoy for a moment.

Another eyeless zombie fell under my blade.  Detached bits of its skin slinked back the way I had came, while the skeleton and muscle system squirmed from my wrath.  I had one more level to go, across the Toothy Swamp and up the Ladder of Blood.  It seemed simple enough, but I was beyond the Overlord’s reign now.  Up until now, I’d been more or less safe.  Now, I was in no man’s land.

Ivory’s body was anything but.  I wondered how often she’d been fucked in life as I lashed her with a rat’s tail whip.  She screamed as welted rose on her ass, back and thighs.  They were rapidly growing black under the abuse.  You may feel sorry for her if you will, but she was in hell for a reason.  At the age of twelve, she’d locked her sisters in the neighbor’s barn and lit it.  It had been a murder of jealousy over who had dates to the spring dance.

Then as an adult she became complicit in the depravity of her husband’s sexual urges.  It was her job to too lure in the young of their native city, so that he might rape them.  As I wedged a third finger into her ass, I considered she deserved it.  Then, I would have likely done it anyway.

“What?”  I realized I’d become distracted.  In front of me was a boatman.  He was one of many in what some referred to as the lower planes.  They did not serve the demons, but answered only the hierarchy of death in all its purity.

“Coin or script?” They were known for their patience and made excellent guides.

I handed the creature a scroll given to me by the Overlord.  “Will that do?”

I had no idea what is said, but the Reaper’s bony hand ushered me onto his boat.  It didn’t take long to find out how the Toothy Swamp got its name.  All along the banks of the water way were outcropping.  At first glance, it could have been rock or coral or even barnacles, but it truly was the teeth of the damned.  Each was attended my devilish faeries.  Some scraped metal across molars, others held flames to incisors, or ice on canines.

“How long until we get to the ladder?”

An empty hood turned to me, “long enough for you to finishing recalling your fuck.”

I leaned back smiling and thought about Ivory’s ass.  With a horned demon still holding her hands, I grabbed each bruises check and spread.  There it was, that beckoning sphincter, and I pushed forward to plunder its stench.  My magic bloated, cum packing shaft expanded her portal, evoking a long whimpering groan.

“Yeeeaaaeess!” she tried to encourage me.

I slapped hard on each check and reestablished my grip, then feigned a pull out before ramming hard.  “ha ha!” I cried.  If the cunt hadn’t already been dead, she’d have likely expired from internal bleeding.  Instead it just hurt and from her screams, it hurt a lot.  While my audience laughed, I pounded her.  My thrusts bringing on simpering squeals she could not have made in life.  Nine, Fifteen, Twenty-two hard trips into her ass and I was ready.  Pulling my dick out the demon pushed the object of my affection forward.  Barely conscious she presented her tongue as a target.  Instead, I flooded her eyes.  It was good to be alive.

As for my little quest?  It was a simple enough thing to battle my way up the three hundred rungs of the ladder to the shallowest plain of hell.  There the dead, were only beginning to decay.  In fact, one of the corpses was fresh enough I considered stopping to fuck her.  Finally I came to my quarry; the immaculate heart.  The organ had flown clear of a dead sinner many centuries ago.  It should have animated and began its crawl to the Pool of Broken Hearts, but instead became trapped.

I, of course, had to slay the great three toed demon frog that protected it.  It all had something to do with the origins of that kissing a frog thing, but I know you don’t care.  So that’s how I begin the story of chapter two of my time in hell and as usual, it’s right up the middle and to the hard stiff point.

 


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