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The Devil's Bitch: Part 2 of 3
🕑 Added 2024-11-03 08:56:09 +0000 UTC
Lilith strode down a dark, fiery corridor, the flames flickering around her, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Ethan crawled behind her as fast as he could, his heart racing. I have just sold my soul to the devil, he realized, the weight of the truth settling heavily in his chest.
Lilith hadn’t been joking in the nightclub when she promised him the blowjob of his life in exchange for his soul. It had actually happened. Every moment from that encounter replayed in his mind, a mixture of disbelief and dread washing over him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was now bound to her, destined to serve her whims for all eternity. As he crawled in her wake, the reality of his submission loomed larger than the flames around him, and he wondered what else she had in store for him.
“The devil should always have a good bitch by her side,” she purred, her eyes glinting with mischief. “And you, my sweet Ethan, have just been promoted to that role.” She leaned down closer, teasing him with her words. “I’ve been searching for a cum slut for quite some time, and now I am going to have a lot of fun.”
She pulled on his leash as she walked ahead, guiding him through the shadowy corridors. “But I assure you, I am going to enjoy every moment of this.”
With every tug of the leash, Ethan felt a thrill of submission wash over him, knowing he was in the hands of a master. What awaited him felt like a deliciously dark mystery, one that he was both terrified and exhilarated to unravel.
His cock and balls strained against the confines of the chastity belt as the spikes on the inside pushed into his cock causing him to squint every few steps. As soon as his ass started to get used to the plug it would inflate more to ensure he was in a constant state of fullness.
She led Ethan into a vast open area, what looked like the main area in the pits of hell where a large throne rested in the centre. He noticed there was a hole in the middle of the chair and wondered what that could be used for.
She snapped her fingers and Ethan suddenly appeared inside the throne with his head sticking out through the hole. He was kneeling inside the throne with his hands cuffed behind his back and his ankles in shackles.
He felt a heavy weight suddenly attach to his balls, stretching them to their limits as his cock squirmed inside the chastity belt. At the same time, the plug inside his ass sprang to life, vibrating intensely and bringing him dangerously close to orgasm yet denying him any release. The sensations overwhelmed him, creating a maddening mix of pleasure and frustration as he teetered on the edge.
Lilith approached her throne and turned around, presenting her voluptuous, red ass to Ethan. With a sultry smile, she lowered herself onto his head, completely enveloping him in her dominance.
She sat on her throne in the depths of hell, surrounded by swirling shadows and flickering flames, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched the procession before her. Hundreds of new souls drifted forward, each one marked by the weight of their earthly sins, faces etched with fear and regret. Here, they would serve their time for their life choices, destined to pay their dues under her watchful gaze.
With a slight smirk, she leaned forward, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest of her throne, each soul passing by, fully under her command.
Some souls would be here only for weeks before passing on to heaven, others for months, and some for years.
And then there was Ethan’s soul, she thought with a smirk, destined to be here as her devoted bitch for all eternity.
As the terrified souls walked by, she smirked as Ethan's tongue worked its way several more inches up her asshole.
This is what I deserve, she mused to herself, content with the arrangement.
Ethan lapped eagerly as if the devil's skin were the very nectar of life. Every taste sent waves of ecstasy through him, richer and more intoxicating than any high he’d ever known. Her essence felt like the most exquisite thing he’d ever consumed, leaving him craving more with every passing second. He couldn’t get enough—he needed more, endlessly more.
Lilith smirked from her throne, pleased with the spell she’d cast on Ethan, making his one desire to worship her ass completely. The enchantment took hold of him fully, ensuring he poured all his devotion into his ass worship, leaving him eager for more of her ass.
Do you enjoy this, my little slave?" she teased, her tone laced with condescension, her gaze piercing as his face was buried in her ass.
She knew her throne accentuated the fullness of her hips and the round, enticing shape of her ass. She adjusted her position deliberately, lifting herself just enough to give Ethan a view as he gasped for breath, her smile wicked as she settled back down on his face.
Ethan pressed his lips reverently to the smooth, full curve of Lilith’s ass, each kiss slow and deliberate as though committing every inch of her skin to memory. Every kiss was a testament to her dominance and his willing devotion.
"Is that the best you can do, my little ass worshipper?" Lilith’s voice was rich with amusement, echoing in the vast, shadowed throne room. Her voice had an edge that cut through his haze, bringing him back to the present, where he was entirely at her mercy.
He swallowed, heart racing, and ran his tongue over his lips before letting it glide against her skin, savouring every inch, each stroke of his tongue a mix of longing and submission. She tasted otherworldly, warmth and softness that only added to the allure, his tongue tracing along the curve as if in worship.
Lilith let out a slow, mocking chuckle, tilting her head just slightly, eyes glancing over her shoulder with a knowing smirk. “Good,” she purred, her voice laced with dark satisfaction. “Keep going, just like that. Show me what your devotion looks like.”
Ethan pressed his tongue as deep as he could into her ass, exploring every inch of her, fully engrossed in his ass worship. With each movement, he felt the chastity belt tighten and pulse around him, a maddening sensation that both teased and rewarded him the deeper his tongue went into her asshole. It was the closest he would ever get to release again, and it only spurred him on. Her firm warmth drew him in completely, and he worshipped her with total devotion as though this act was his sole reason for existence. The intensity of his craving grew with each touch, each taste, driving him to worship her even more.
Lilith reached back, her hand tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, her touch just shy of painful. “Remember,” she murmured, leaning down, her words a mere breath against his ear. “You’re here to serve. Every kiss, every touch—you belong to me.”
She reached down, her fingers gently brushing through his hair before gripping a handful, holding him in place. "All this ass worship… for my pleasure while your little cock is locked away for eternity."
Ethan shivered at her words, her cool grip a reminder of her control. He whispered, “Yes, my Queen,” his voice barely a breath, filled with longing.
She tilted her head, lips curving into a smirk. "Good," she whispered, releasing his hair and letting him continue, a quiet, commanding presence, observing his devotion with detached amusement. Every brush of his lips, every lick of his tongue, only fueled her power, his reverence an unspoken promise to remain under her sway.
With a satisfied sigh, she reclined back, enjoying his obedience, knowing he was exactly where she wanted him: completely, utterly devoted, bound by desire, and at her mercy.
After weeks of non-stop ass worship, Lilith finally rose from her throne, a devilish smile lighting up her face. "I have a pleasant surprise for you, slave," she announced, her voice dripping with a dark promise.
Taking hold of Ethan's leash, she made him kneel beside her throne, her presence radiating pure, unyielding power as she settled back down.
Ethan knelt there, still dressed in the shiny black stilettos, fishnet stockings, red bra, and crotchless panties. His wrists were cuffed behind his back, his ankles shackled, and a red ball gag now filled his mouth. A collar hugged his neck, a plug teased him from behind—all symbols of his complete submission.
He knelt there wondering what she had in store next for him as he saw the other souls walk by. He knew they would only be here for a limited time before moving on while Ethan was going to spend eternity in hell, locked in chastity as the devil’s bitch.
Lilith gave Ethan's leash a firm tug, her smirk deepening as he lifted his gaze to meet her eyes.
"It's time for your first reunion, slave," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. Ethan’s eyes widened as he looked up to see his ex-girlfriend, Chelsea, standing in front of him.
"I believe you know her," Lilith remarked with a wicked grin.
Ethan nodded, remembering that he had to respond to her questions without hesitation.
Lilith continued, "Poor Chelsea died in a car accident. She's here now to atone for her sins before moving on to heaven."
Ethan watched as Chelsea stood nervously before the devil, her expression shifting from fear to a bemused smirk as she took in the sight of him: kneeling beside Lilith’s throne, dressed in stilettos, fishnets, a red bra, crotchless panties, and bound in cuffs and shackles.
"You’re here for your sins, Chelsea," Lilith purred, her smirk widening. "And I know every single one of them. But why don’t you start with the ones involving poor Ethan here?"
Chelsea let out a giggle and said, "Of course, Queen of Darkness. I dated Ethan for a few years, but I never gave him the things he begged for—no blowjobs, no anal, and never sex. Meanwhile, I was off sleeping with other guys, sucking them off and letting them have their way with me in every way he wanted, even in Ethan’s own bed while he was at work."
Ethan’s eyes widened in shock behind the ball gag as he listened to her confession. He’d been so thoughtful and caring, yet she had deceived him the entire time.
Lilith leaned back on her throne, her laughter echoing around them. "Now, tell me," she purred, "why did you do that to poor little Ethan?"
Chelsea smirked, "Well, he was so submissive and sweet, I always saw him more as a… cuckold than a real man. And I guess I was right," she added, glancing at Ethan kneeling beside Lilith. "Seems he’s your little pet now, Queen of Darkness."
Lilith grinned and said, “It seems our dear Ethan has a weakness for sadistic women. I tempted him here with the promise of a blowjob, and now his soul is mine for all eternity. His cock and balls? Locked away forever, preserving him as my eternal virgin.”
Chelsea laughed, casting a smug look at Ethan. “Well, it seems little Ethan has finally found his true place. Although, I must admit, I’m a bit disappointed to hear he got a blowjob at all.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Lilith replied with a wicked smile. “I erased every trace of that memory from Ethan’s mind. As far as he knows, it never happened—and he’ll never remember it.”
Ethan squirmed on the floor, realization sinking in. Not only was his memory of any pleasure erased, but now his very soul, and every part of himself, was completely in her control.
Chelsea chuckled, leaning in close to him. “Looks like you’ve found your own little paradise, Ethan,” she said mockingly. “Enjoy eternity with that tiny cock and those precious little balls locked away.”
Lilith waved a dismissive hand, and Chelsea turned, her laughter fading as she walked away. Lilith then turned to Ethan, amusement glinting in her eyes.
“Get used to this, Ethan,” she whispered. “In time, everyone you’ve ever known will stand before me and see exactly what you’ve become.”
As the last souls of the day passed through, Lilith stood up, her presence commanding as she turned to Ethan. “Just because you’ll never cum again doesn’t mean I won’t,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “It’s time for you to make the devil cum multiple times, Ethan.”
Ethan crawled behind her, a mix of anticipation and anxiety swirling in his mind. His cock and balls ached painfully against the confines of the chastity belt, leaving him wondering what would happen next. What sort of torment—and pleasure—lay ahead for him as the devil’s bitch?
