Offered to Hell

They walked down a long corridor where hands caressed or slapped her rump, making her yelp not only from the pain but also from the plug that jiggled with each shock.

They climbed onto a platform; she heard the master's voice, her heart leaped with joy.

• Ladies and gentlemen, demons, creatures, here comes our attraction of the day. Two rules:
• She will remain anonymous,
• You must not harm her health.
• Let the show begin. Then enjoy yourselves.

Prue saw an image of the room emerge in her head: demons, satyrs, vile creatures, humans. She was about to be delivered to the creatures she normally spent her time fighting. She shuddered. But for the moment, she was led to the center of the platform, in front of a sort of transparent tank. Mistress tied her wrists to leather handcuffs connected by a rope to a pole that hoisted her up and led her inside the tank. Her handcuffs came loose under the influence of a spell; she was now trapped inside this giant container.

Tubes were positioned above the tank and poured out a substance that was slimier than water but also transparent. This substance reached her ankles, her knees, her breasts. Prue began to panic when it reached her neck, her mouth, before completely submerging her. She screamed in vain like water. She found herself gasping for air under a hilarious audience. She tried to hold her breath before discovering she could breathe. The substance already had the texture of water, but it allowed her to breathe, albeit with difficulty and weight.

Suddenly, trapdoors in the floor allowed tentacled creatures to appear, which immediately began to climb Prue's side. In horror, even the audience seemed terrified by the sight, myriads of creatures clawing and nibbling at their victim's skin without breaking through. Prue tried to escape this swarm that, despite her efforts, penetrated her innermost being, seeking the warmth of her sex, her anus, her mouth—the only holes capable of receiving them.

Prue's screams were muffled by the viscous liquid as the first slippery tendril insinuated itself between her lips, its sharp tip sinking deep into her throat with supernatural precision. Other creatures flocked, their boneless limbs wrapping around her thighs with terrifying determination.

A particularly thick appendage found the swollen bud between her legs, tracing merciless circles before plunging into her resilient entrance with a single, brutal thrust. Her back arched involuntarily as another invaded her posterior, this double violation stretching her beyond what should have been possible.

The horrified gasps of the audience turned into hoarse cheers as her body betrayed her, her hips shuddering in a rhythm helpless against the invasion of horrors that stimulated her sexual urges and nerve endings. But worse, they began to discharge electrical stimulation, burning, shocking, they could stimulate every palette of pain without leaving a trace, but also pleasure, taking her body as their playground, feeding off Prue's emotions and sensations.

She felt the orgasm about to overwhelm her as much as the pain that assailed her, in front of a demonic audience who rejoiced to see her in a state few creatures could endure without going mad.

Prue's vision blurred as the liquid surrounding her rippled with every convulsion of her body, the tentacles writhing deeper with obscene precision. One particularly sinuous appendage curled around her throat, its throbbing ridges stroking her windpipe in time with the brutal thrusts between her legs. The electric shocks intensified—jerky, sharp jolts that locked and spasmed her muscles around the invading horrors. A new sensation blossomed as a creature split open along its length, revealing rows of tiny, needle-sharp cilia that hooked into her inner thighs, each movement sending jagged threads of pleasure-pain radiating up her spine.

Prue's scream dissolved into the viscous liquid as the creature buried in her throat pulsed rhythmically, its ridges scraping her tender flesh with each ripple. Another tendril, glistening with its own arousal, pushed deeper into her, its barbs hooking and clawing at her inner walls in a cruel parody of pleasure. Her body arched violently as another wave of electricity shot through her, her muscles locking around the invaders in helpless spasms—every nerve ignited, every sensation amplified by the fluid that imprisoned her in its suffocating embrace.

The orgasm took over like she'd never thought possible. She felt as if every muscle was tearing under the spasms, amplified by the stimulation of these creatures, who now constantly stimulated her. Orgasm was now their goal, regardless of whether it was pain or pleasure that caused it.

Prue felt a new orgasm building in her belly, even more violent than the last, while the tentacles accelerated their rhythm with cruel intelligence. Her vision blurred completely when one of them, larger than the others, **** its way into her already distended sex, tearing through all resistance in a mixture of pain and excruciating pleasure. Her breasts were now being bitten, pulled as much as her clitoris. The creatures were learning faster and faster to achieve the orgasmic result. No mercy, just one goal.

Prue felt her stomach heave under the onslaught of the tendrils, her body racked by uncontrollable convulsions as another orgasm ripped through her like a blade. The viscous liquid around her shuddered, amplifying every vibration, every spasm, until her cries turned into silent bubbles. The tentacles curled tighter, their pulsing tips digging deeper, their microscopic barbs catching every sensitive fiber of her flesh.

Prue felt her stomach churn as a third, even more brutal orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave. The liquid around her vibrated, amplifying every shudder, every contraction of her exhausted muscles. The tentacles gave her no respite—one of them, thicker, insinuated itself between her trembling lips, its surface covered with tiny suckers that clung to her skin, leaving behind trails of burning and pleasure.

Finally, she saw the viscous liquid diminish rapidly; the creatures seemed to dissolve without it, both inside and outside her. She fell to her knees, her mask seeming to tighten to preserve her identity.