The Greatest Torment They Have

Arta’s nightmares never happened. As her mind continued to dance through assorted depraved acts and actions she almost wanted them to do something. She yearned less to escape, and more and more to be violated.

Sadly that wasn't the plan. Everyone in the room knew exactly what Melissa meant when she said to help Arta find truth. Eva and Magda kept her from escaping, teasing her lightly with their tongues, pressing their sweat gleaned chests against her arms.

While Joe, flanked my his sons just stroked their massive cocks, in full view just a couple feet away.

They could sense the arousal building in Arta, her fear languishing as the perception of immediate danger became placated by simply the time spent held on her knees, with little else going on.

Arta finally took a chance to glance around the dungeon. How many… things were fornicating down here? Her less than superstitious upbringing had her unprepared to try dealing with their demonic existence.

“That's Mrs. Rogers.” Eva whispered in Arta's ear as she watched a succubus hold down another by the throat, black cum dripping from her mouth into the other succubus beneath her.

“I loved how she finally put that bitch of a daughter in her place.” Magda added as another Succubus sauntered up.

“All as she had her daughter's boyfriend tirelessly pound into her like the good boy he was.” Margaret added, on her way to joining her first conquest as a succubus.

Arta moaned lightly rolling her head her thoughts drifting to being that succubus that just walked by and sat on another face, the relationship between the mother an daughter dancing in her head as she spied off to another corner two other demons, rolling from missionary to cowgirl, their wrestling while playful was deliberately rough and sexual in nature.

Brother and sister. The words echoed in her mind, the taboo connection between them tempting her just a touch as she looked at a incubus and succubus locked in a 69, another setmaking out beside them.

Neighbours who used to do nothing but quarrel.

All around her Arta absorbed scenes of pure pleasure and delight. Her whole life's struggle for her own pleasure and luxury seemed to pale next to the moral free delights of the room's occupants. Glimpsing past Joe Arta could see Julia lips patched tight to Melissa's pussy in her throne. Moaning happily as she was fucked by the tail of her new boss.

A boss she would do anything for.

Suddenly Arta felt the two succubi holding her leave her sides. They just got up and sauntered over to the three incubi dropping to their knees between them, a hand joining the stroking of each of the brother's cocks, while their tongues and lips danced over Joe's cock.

Arta was free, they had no further need to hold her. Now all they could do was taunt her. Leaving her to ask herself.

Isn't this what you always wanted?