Breaking Veronica

The phantom vice tightened on Veronica's clit.

"AARGH," she screamed. "Motherfucker!"

Suddenly her cheeks burned, smarted as though double-slapped.

"Have some respect towards your elders, fuckmeat. I was breaking whores like when your ancestors were still fucking around with oral traditions and stone tools."

Her nipples hurt. Her clit hurt. Her adult daughter was still being triple-teamed by ghost dildoes.

"Motherfucker," Veronica whispered, tears breaking through her endurance.

"You almost make it sound respectful, cum cistern, but I do prefer to be addressed as Your Lord Master."

"Fuck off."

"Boiling water enema it is, cock chugging bitch."

The ghost of hot water hit Veronica's rectum, intestines, colon. She swelled at the phantom ****, nerves singed, organs cramping, the contents of the digestive tract dissolving into a shiny clean nothingness.

"If I know boyfriends of sluts, he'll love fucking your ass after cockdrilling your daughter."

Veronica passed out.

Pause. The enema retreated into nothingess.

She came to, gasping.

"A shot of adrenaline straight to the heart always revives a slut."

"Stop," Veronica sputtered. "What do you want?"

"Call Tom over," replied the choker demon. "Say you have a sexy surprise."

"No man can be as vile as you, My Lord Demon," Veronica muttered as she picked up the phone.

"Let's test that theory."