The beam of your flashlight jitters and your hand shakes with fear, but you force one foot in front of the other, slowly advancing into the darkness. Suddenly, the floor of the hallway gives way to a winding set of stone stairs. You descend into the depths of this dungeon, the Headmistress's last words to you echoing in your head. If you're not alone, who-- or
what-- is down here with you? The stairs seem to descend for miles, spinning ever downward into the shadows. Several times, you stop to rest, your legs aching from descending flight after flight of stairs. Despite your nakedness, you find yourself dripping in sweat... partially from exertion, and partially due to a steady rise in the temperature around you. At last you reach the final step and find yourself passing through an archway outfitted with a raised portcullis. You raise your hand to shield your eyes against the sudden brightness around you, staggering for a moment as you get your bearings. You've entered a massive cavern that bristles with stalagmites and stalactites. Rivers of molten rock wind their way through the cave, illuminating everything in an orange glow. Ornate torches, carved to look like fire-breathing dragons, are scattered along the walls around you... and then a movement catches your eye. A procession of young men in tattered clothes, chained together at the ankles, marches past you, barely sparing you a glance as they struggle to haul enormous boulders with them. Across the cavern, several more chain-gangs are engaged in... in what? What are they working on? And then you see it. Partially constructed, the temple rises from the floor like the hand of a gigantic beast, each tower of the structure sharpened to a point. Twin rivers of magma flank the construction site, casting a sinister light on its evil form. This sight fills with you dread, but nothing prepares you for the next horror you face. Melodic feminine laughter fills your ears and echoes off the cave walls. The voice that greets you sounds as if it belongs in your most debauched carnal fantasies, practically dripping with sex. But something else about this voice catches your ear and sends chills down your spine... something about the tone of this woman's voice makes her sadistic nature and heartless cruelty plain as day.
"Well, well, well. What
do we have here? A guest? Ooh, and I see you're already dressed for the occasion! Hahaha!" You turn to face the woman, and are struck speechless by the sight of her. your eyes widen as you gape at the her bright red skin, slick and shining with sweat, and the long curving horns that protrude from her head. She stands atop a large boulder, a bullwhip in one hand and a jet black sword in the other, its pommel cast in the shape of a pentagram. Her silky black hair is pulled into a high ponytail that tosses in the wind of volcanic updrafts. This demonic woman wears only a strange leather harness that leaves an indecent amount of skin exposed and boot leggings with razor sharp heels. Her scarlet lips part into a devious grin, revealing her pearly white teeth to you. You swallow dryly, realizing how inescapable your physical attraction to this woman is. She carries herself with an irresistible arrogance, absolutely sure of her power over you. Her eyes simmer with sadistic amusement as she stares you down. You burn for her. Yearn to run your hands along her crimson curves. To fall to your knees before her and worship her. Some small part of your mind screams at you to run, but the intoxicating aura of her presence quickly overpowers this voice of reason. The sound of the portcullis slamming down behind you brings you to your senses... your moment of opportunity has passed. The way out is sealed.
"W-who are you? Are y-y-you, um, a d-demon?" The stomach-churning fear that makes your voice tremble only heightens your desire for this woman. You try to cover the evidence of your nervous excitement with your hands, but the demoness raises a hand and wags her finger at you.
"Ah-ah. We don't keep secrets down here. Let me see." You move your hands, baring your swollen shaft for her to gaze upon. She smirks, lifting a hand daintily to stifle a chuckle. "Well, isn't that better? Now, allow me to introduce myself. I am Lilith, Queen of Hell."
"
HELL?!? I'm in
Hell?! No, no, no, no. This isn't happening!" The frown that Lilith gives in response to your outburst freezes your very soul. You fall to your knees, whimpering quietly.
"Oh dear me, no. The living can't enter Hell, and as you can see..." she gestures broadly at the rows of laboring chain-gangs, "all of these boys are quite alive. As are you. For now." Your guts flip inside of you as she casually implies your death. "We're merely in a...
suburb of Hell."
"Who are they, then?" You nod at the nearest laborer, who seems on the verge of collapsing with exhaustion.
"Sacrifices. Kidnapped by my faithful priestesses and forced to serve me in my great purpose. My temple is very nearly complete... and once it is, the Rites of Ascension can be performed and the world above will be changed
forever." Her eyes twinkle as she relishes her next words, "And
you get to be a part of it all!" You groan and hang your head... and yet you feel as if worse is yet to come. Sure enough, the collapse of a nearby slave reveals the horrible fate that awaits you. Lilith beams at the fallen slave, advancing on him as he struggles in vain to stand. With a crack of her whip, she binds his hands and drags him prone. He glances at you with pleading eyes, and to your horror, you realize he's not much older than you. Lilith plants a sharpened heel on the boy's back, pushing his face to the ground as she stands triumphantly over her prize. "And the best part of all... those too weak to be my slaves get the singular pleasure of becoming the Queen of Hell's dinner!"
With these words, the demoness grabs the sobbing boy's feet and shovels them into her mouth. Her glossy lips stretch impossibly as they slide over her victim's calves, her throat bulging strangely to accommodate her meal. You watch with equal parts morbid excitement and abject terror as Lilith gobbles her slave up whole. The boy begs for his life, but his pleas only whip the Queen of Hell into a sexual frenzy. She slides a hand between her thighs and groans at the wet heat that she finds there. With a muffled chuckle of delight, she pushes her leather clothing aside and slides two fingers into herself. The slave's eyes widen when he realizes what Lilith is doing, but he's utterly helpless to stop her. He merely sobs as he watches his waist slide down her gullet... then his chest... then his neck. At last, only his head pokes out of the demoness's mouth. His tear-stained eyes meet your own as he gasps one final word:
“please!” And then, with one final swallow, he's gone. Lilith places a hand on her throat as she feels the lump of his head slide down her gullet and into the churning pit of her stomach. She cries out as she cums, throwing her head back and howling in pleasure.
Once she's regained her composure, she stands on shaky legs, her massively distended belly jiggling with every movement. To your surprise, you see that her harness has stretched to fit her new contours, and is clearly designed to accommodate her particular dining habits. Lilith grins at you wolfishly and belches loudly,
BUUUUUUUURP!!! A question forms in your mind as you watch her meal struggle for his life within her.
"If he was a living sacrifice... and this isn't Hell... is his soul damned now?" Lilith's taunting and melodic laughter peals through the cavern as she strokes her gurgling gut. Your arousal at the sight of her swollen crimson stomach disturbs you, slowly churning a living boy into mush within. You flush, but remembering her earlier words, don't move to conceal your erection.
"Oh, no. He's not damned. He's just screwed.
Hahaha!!!" Her gut jiggles mesmerizingly as she laughs. "Here's a tip about demons, my dear. When a demon gobbles you up for supper, it's not just your flesh that digests inside of them... your soul gets turned into mush with the rest of you. That's right, it's a one-way ticket to oblivion." She teases her nipples thoughtfully. "Mmm... it's enough to get you all hot and bothered, isn't it? Think you'll like spending eternity as fat on the Queen of Hell's ass? I think non-existence would suit a horny little worm like you just
fine. But first," she gestures at a nearby chain-gang, "You work."
The nearest slave walks up to you and hands you a manacle at the end of a length of chain. You gaze back at Lilith, who cracks her whip threateningly above your head. Obediently, you slip your ankle into the manacle and shut it with a click. You jump in surprise when it locks automatically. Resigned to your fate, you trudge off to your first day of labor, the gurgling sound of the Lilith's digesting meal fading behind you.
