Devil Box

Asmodeus walked through Libido Palace with a giddy spring in her step.

Usually the processing of souls was a rather dull affair. Unlike the angels recycling of souls, which requires an almost endless stream of ****, a soul claimed by a devil simply exits the rebirth circle.

It joins the great collective that is the Devil King, or if powerful enough turns into a devil itself. Although that is exceedingly rare.

That is the fate for 99.99% of all Souls claimed by devils. Dull bureaucracy. Nothing more then a number.

But every so often a mortal comes along that manages to piss a devil off so much that they stall the soul procession procedure. It's a rare occurrence, after all the human equivalent would be to throw gold coins out of a window. And devils are notoriously greedy.

But when it happens the suffering said mortal has to endure was always exquisite.

Just thinking about it made Asmodeus shiver with excitement.

Femto was in the recreational area of the palace, nursing a cocktail when Asmodeus joined her. “Hello, my love, I heard you acquired a new toy.”

Femto answered with an annoyed groan followed by heavy sucking on her straw. Asmodeus giggled and placated her colleague with a bit of her lust magic. “Come now, dear. Talking about it often helps.”

Taking one more frustrated sigh, Femto ordered another drink from the cute imp bartender. “You know, the miracle account. Remember Beatrice?”

Asmodeus grin got wider. “Of course I remember little Bea! You are working on her for years, right?”

“I WAS working on her for years. Almost had a breakthrough last week. Perfect opportunity to get her soul.” Femto snatched the drink from the serving imp and almost beheaded the poor thing in the process. “So, I offer this one mortal a deal, right?”

“Let me guess, he refused you.”

“Tried to kill me actually, with his three buddies.”

Asmodeus whistled. “I wager you where pissed.”

Femto downed the drink before speaking. Asmodeus wisely decided to order another one. “Oh, I was pissed alright. The guy also attacked me in the dorm where all the fighters where staying. You know, where Bea was staying?”

“Oh dear, she figured it out?”

“I did cover my bases, of course. Bea trusted me completely, so it was easy enough to fool her. But this event sparked the tiniest amount of distrust. And you know how it goes.”

Asmodeus nodded emphatically, or rather the devil equivalent to empathy.

“Still tried my best of course, but long story short, my services are no longer required. A decade of work, all down the drain, because of this worthless, little, shitbag.”

The air around Femto started to crackle. Asmodeus always loved the time distortion of Femto's energy that occurred when she lost her temper. “I would say I feel sorry for you, but you know me too well for that. So, what did you do to the naughty, little mortal?”

Femto made a sweeping motion with her hand and a void portal opened up. A black box was on the other end of the portal, as well as multiple lesser devils, Imps, to be precise who where in the process of humping it.

It wasn’t particularly hard for Asmodeus to put things together. “He is in there?”

Femto casually sipped on cocktail number three while she explained. “He is. Completely restrained. Only thing he gets to move is his mouth in order to suck imp cock. When he isn't in the process of sucking dick, a chastity bell will slowly tighten around his balls until they are crushed. Takes around two hours.”

“Nice, I imagine you have some time magic in place?”

Her colleague nodded. “The moment his balls are crushed, they get restored and the procedure starts anew.”

Asmodeus took a moment to appreciate the intricate design of the box. Amused, she noticed that Femto had put no less then five barriers and three charms on it. There was also an orgasm lock in place, which Asmodeus felt was hilariously unneeded. Of course, the mortal had no hopes of escape in the first place, but the sheer extend Femto got to truly accentuate the hopelessness of the situation was quite remarkable. “He also gets penetrated in the anus?”

“Obviously, but it's not like he needs to do something for it, so that's just a bonus.”

“Simple but effective. I like it”, Asmodeus proclaimed. “How do you get around him losing his sanity?”

“Memory Erasure. I wipe his memory clean once a week.”

Asmodeus led out a pleasant shudder, as she imagined the poor souls torment. His panic that would start anew every week. And then, just when blissful madness would engulf him. Reset. “This is exquisite, my dear.”

“Meh, not much of a consolation”, Femto pouted. “I wanted Bea's soul! Damnit!”

“There, there.” Asmodeus started to gently massage her shoulder. “You can’t tell me you didn’t feel a little relief that you didn’t have to claim her soul. The little thing used to be so adorable. Remember the slumber parties we had? I only needed to release a pinch of lust magic and there she went wildly humping the bedpost like a doggie. It was so cute.”

Femto replied with a groan. “I guuuuess. But it’s the first time I had to cut my losses. This suuuuucks!”

Asmodeus nodded sympathetically. “You know what you need? A nice soak in Brimstone Burns. I even make sure they give you the Grand Duke treatment.”

Femto groaned once more. “Yeah, thanks for the offer, but I’m not in the mood.”

Asmodeus smirked at that, as she massaged a bit harder. “I wasn’t asking, Femto.”

That actually got Femto to laugh. “What? After all this time your pulling rank now?”

The devil of lust nodded. Not that this was altruistic, of course. Right now Femto gave up some raw emotions that where absolutely intoxicating to her. Turning these into lust will be spectacular. “Still, I’m feeling something else here”, Asmodeus mused. Then a curious expression appeared on her face. “My…”

“You can feel that?”, Femto pouted. “It sucks I tell you. You know that feeling when you really need to take a piss but you are just nice and comfy in bed so you don’t want to get up? It’s like that! Super Annoying! It’s the only reason I will eventually end his suffering.”

“As you should”, Asmodeus agreed. “From what I can tell the soul is decently high quality. You will make at least a portion of your investment back.”

“Probably. Once I'm no longer pissed.”

Asmodeus grinned and gazed back at the box. The surrounding Imps all had their fill and there was a bit a lull of customers. As expected the box was desperately shouting for a new dick.

The devil of time was known to be able to remain pissed for a very long time.