Delving the depths (selfish route)

<!--StartFragment-->Tiffany longed for the days when she was only miserable.

There were no distractions, nothing to keep her from obsessively going over the fact that she was the worst person who had ever lived.

The endless **** on her clit changed again ripping yet another awful, evil orgasm from deep inside of her.

The nipple stimulation had no variety, no technique, just a steady constant ****.

Her orgasm made her concentration slip and she allowed an orgasm from each nipple.

She had taken to imagining different methods of **** for her mother each time.

Her self hatred made her remember the few minutes of peace she had experienced in exchange for her internal clock.

She had no idea how much time was left in this miserable void.

Why did she survive the crash? She wasn’t worth the oxygen she breathed. Her mother was a saint, especially compared to her.

This time she pictured herself reaching over and pulling the steering wheel.

Why was she so weak? She tried to resist but it was blowing through her defenses like she was eagerly letting it in.

A traitor in her own head, slipping the enemy passwords and gate codes.

She had loved her mother so much but she was just too big of a whore.

The clock on the end table indicated one hour had passed.

The 5 hour mark had a revelation. Tiffany remembered a quote.

Hell is the absence of God.

She was absolutely sure she was in hell, where she belonged.

The only thing absent was Daddy.

She sent put a **** prayer to Daddy that the **** end soon. That the time be almost up.

She envisioned herself sneaking up behind her mother with a knife.

After 12 hours, Tiffany had entered levels of self hatred previously unimaginable to her.

She deserved to die, how could Daddy have possibly been able to stand having her in the house.

Daddy wasn’t just God, he also showed her so much more kindness and mercy then she was worth.

Hour 15 led to her first foray in unconsciousness. 15 minutes later she was roughly and violently choked awake.

The ropes felt like they were cutting her skin despite the fact they were quite loose

Her pussy was screaming from the relentless ****.

Then the vibrations hit half power for the first time. Heavy machinery designed to tear open mountains wouldn’t compare to the battering she experienced.

Having gone through every rational method of **** she had started going through looney toons scenarios. Waiting for her to stop on the X so she could release the anvil.

She had wanted to cum so badly before this. Now every orgasm was an affront to God. She wanted so badly to stop.

How many days has it been.

Did Daddy forget about her?

Of course. It was the only thing that made sense, he had forgotten her here. Or left her on purpose.

It could have been months, she could already be dead, maybe that’s why she was experiencing this never ending hell.

The 24 hour mark was when she stopped being able to remain awake for the full minute of **** on the invisible cock before passing g out again.

Due to nothing in the rule saying that she couldn’t experience multiple instances of **** on an imaginary cock and imaginary cocks don’t need to occupy real space she often found herself **** violently, passing out, waking up from the **** only to start another 1 minute instance before passing out again…

She couldn’t puke under any circumstances but the gagging was producing lots of saliva.

It filled her mouth, mixing and watering down the loads of cum.

Daddy’s cum

God’s cum.

And she was desecrating it.

Diluting it.

She still couldn’t swallow and she wasn’t allowed to spit any of it out.

But nobody can form and absolute impenetrable seal on their lips, no matter how hard they try.

Runny cum and saliva dozed at the corners of her mouth.

Just another way she was a disappointment to God.

Another way she was a useless pathetic failure.

Every drop she felt leak out was a Cardinal Sin.

She wasn’t worthy of the lowest circle of Hell.

Maybe they would bury her under Hells equivalent to a septic tank.

If they didn’t mind her befouling it.

She couldn’t tell if she was cumming anymore, she assumed she was.

Like a bottom feeding leech like her would ever make any other choice.

She had visions of all the worst monsters and villains from history were all gathered around her and one by one offered forgiveness and salvation.

When she stood alone, and Hell was empty, the entrance was sealed and she was again in the dark void.

The machine hit ¾ max power and Tiffany knew she was cumming again.

She felt her very soul scream in pain as rapid fire orgasms tore through her. Each wave of pleasure seeming to echo between her nipples and clit, growing as they each triggered new orgasms in the others.

Tiffany approached the singularity.

Her mind was assailed by an immeasurable wave of pleasure and hatred.

There could be no salvation or forgiveness.

She was a pox upon the world. She had made worse everything and everyone she had ever interacted with.

The homeless tweaker who used to jack of at the crows in the park was contributing more to society every day then she could in her entire lifetime.

Her mother was a saint, perfect and holy in every way, a shining beacon of joy and hope.

She had died for her singular sin.

She had birthed Tiffany.

That’s when Daddy entered her field of view.

It was a Divine moment. Her heart raced. How many years had it been? Centuries, millennia?

Having gone so long without seeing anything, his appearance was sharp, painfully bright.

His voice boomed like it was shaking her bones.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME? 2 DAYS AND IT NEVER GOT HIGHER THEN THREE QUARTERS POWER? THAT’S FUCKING PATHETIC!”

Daddy reached between her legs and pressed a button raising it to Max ++ Ultra mode, whatever that meant.

The amplified Smell and Taste alerted her of **** and sweat.

“IM GONNA GO SLEEP THIS OFF”

And then he left again.

Oh god, she hadn’t suffered enough to earn his forgiveness, maybe she never could but as the next wave of pleasure and hate approached she new it would be exponentially bigger then the last.

In his own room, Jimmy put a pillow over his head and grumbled about his headache as the wand made so much noise it was making it hard to sleep.