Shady's Hell

The world was a vast, dark cloudscape, deep purple thunderheads lit by distant flashes of lightning. Were one to travel into those clouds, they would simply be lost in them until they turned around, and came back out into the airy void in the center. But almost no one who came here had a chance to travel around. In fact, they could barely even move. The Demoness who forged this little realm made it for one very distinct purpose: the sexual torment of her human playthings.
 
Over a million miles worth of golden chains stretched across the dark space between the clouds, forming a vast net in which the Demoness’s lovers were caught. Attached to each link of chain was the limb of her human subjects; all were bound together, tightly spread-eagle, about a hundred feet apart, forming a great chain link plane, with the people forming the links.
 
Her honored guests were naked and helpless, only able to shiver and cry and writhe and plead as the Demoness’s minions went about their wicked work. Flitting over their naked bodies were her many devilish children, a race of tiny, winged women whose sole purpose was to sexually tease and torment the humans caught in the chains.
 
The little pixies were tireless in their duties. They played with the bodies of men and women alike without cease, stroking and licking and tickling men’s cocks, probing and licking and rubbing women’s pussies and breasts, seeking out and stimulating erogenous zones, all while whispering wicked nothings into their victims’ ears. The poor, helpless humans were reduced to babbling pleas for a mercy that never came. The pixie girls stimulated them to the brink of orgasm over and over and over again, until the helpless humans were out of their minds with lust and need. And the pixies just kept teasing them further.
 
After all, they fed on human sexual fluids, pre-cum and vaginal lubrication specifically. They needed it for nourishment, and to build their nests. And, really, it was just so much fun, making these giant beings of sensitive flesh squirm and moan in erotic torment.
 
It might have been almost bearable, at least for a little while, if the humans could at least achieve orgasm. But the moment they entered this realm, they would find such relief impossible. No matter how long or intensely they were stimulated, they could only reach that terrible, wonderful peak of pleasure, but never go past it. The pixie girls made them ride the edge of release until the pleasure scrambled their minds. But there was no relief, no escape of any sort, not even in passing out. The Demoness who brought them here would never let them cum, never let them fall unconscious, never let them die. She made her guests immortal while they stayed here, with no need for sustenance or rest. All she wanted from them was their sexual desperation.
 
Occasionally, the Demoness would appear before them. Sometimes as tall as a mountain, the great, achingly beautiful woman would gaze down upon the vast net of chained humans, her violet eyes burning into their souls. The humans would look up at her and wail, women’s pussies gushing, man’s cocks diamond hard, their bodies worshipping the all-powerful terror that had trapped them. She would smile down at them, presenting her body; she could take many forms, but she always presented as a human female whose sheer sinfully sensual beauty made all the humans grind against the edge of orgasm until they would have died from the overload, if she’d let them.
 
Sometimes, though, she would appear in human size, and walk along the chains, or simply float over them, appraising her guests individually. And if there was someone she particularly fancied, she had the pixies leave them alone, so that she could have her fun with them directly. Her screams of pleasure echoed across the dark airy void as rode her chosen guest, each ecstatic cry making the bodies of all the rest quake with terrible need. The howls of her “partner” were absolutely heartbreaking as her simple touch made them feel a sensual agony that could not be believed, even after experiencing it.
 
The Demoness never showed mercy of any kind, no matter how badly her infernal pleasures made her guests hurt. No mercy, no kindness, no care at all… until the roleplay was over.
 
A few hundred guests had only been there for a few hours. They were right on the brink of breaking already. Inwardly, the “Demoness” sighed. Humans were so fragile. But these guests didn’t deserve the true horror of the place. They were all decent enough people, just a bunch of masochists who thought they could take what she dished out. No human could, of course, but as a sadist through and through, nothing turned her on like making the little humans squirm in the pleasures she could grant them.
 
She appeared in human size over each of these new arrivals, hundreds of bodies grinning slyly down at their pleading forms. Beautiful girls and handsome men shook and whimpered and begged her for relief and freedom, promising her their souls. It was no longer just a game for them now; her little roleplay had become too real.
 
She chuckled down at each of them. “No need for that,” she whispered, and her words vibrated their minds, blanking their thoughts. “I need only one sacrifice from you.”
 
Across the vast golden net, hundreds of humans found their bodies locking up in a breath-taking spasm, as a deeper pleasure than they’d yet felt before bloomed inside them. With a snap of her fingers, which was entirely for show, the Demoness willed each of these guests to cum.
 
Women sprayed fluid from their legs, squirting harder than they ever had in their lives; for many, it was the first time they had ever done so. Men fired semen in huge arcs, right over their heads and into the void beyond, wet streamers geysering up from their tortured organs. The Demoness laughed, and she gently probed their helpless bodies with her power, forcing them to keep cumming. She never gave her playthings a normal orgasm; each release she allowed them was an extended, bone-rattling, mind-wiping, soul-crushing spasm of ultimate ecstasy. For minutes on end, she gave them the orgasm they had so desperately pleaded for under the hours-long teasing from her pixie servants. She made them cum and cum and cum, until, had they the capacity for thought and speech, they would have been pleading for it to end!
 
And then their orgasms were done. She let them pass out, and with a thought, each of the mortal masochists were whisked away, back to their beds on Earth, lost in blissful sleep. They’d awaken more refreshed and healthy and energized than they’d felt in years. But memories of their stay here would haunt their dreams for years to come. It was okay, though. Those humans were all in on the game. They were her lovely little Playthings, and these little roleplays, however intense, were all in good fun.
 
The Demoness chuckled at her handiwork, shivering in delight. She was a woman of endless needs herself, and her many bodies now drifted to other, more long-term visitors to her realm. These individuals were not here just for fun. Or rather, they were, but her reasons for taking them were far more serious. And there were far more of them; even now, new “guests” replaced the ones she’d just sent home, making sure no link was broken across the vast net of chains.
 
These people she actually didn’t give the slightest fuck about. They were not her Playthings, decent humans she teased for fun. No, these others were scum, who deserved their term Hell. Mortals she had no qualms using as toys, breaking their souls, and leaving them hanging in mental tatters for days and weeks and months and years in screaming sensual agony.
 
Which is not say the Demoness was really much better. She was hardly a saint herself, as the mere creation of this world might indicate. This wasn’t actually justice, or revenge, or comeuppance on her part. It just gave her a good excuse to not hold back. Even now, her multiple bodies lowered themselves onto these truly wicked men and women, and she proceeded to satiate her own needs. She enveloped the cocks of wicked men, ground her clit against the pussies of vile women, and she cried in pleasure as these evil mortals screamed for mercy from a pleasure so terrible, death was the only release that could save them. But her cruel desire refused them their mortality.
 
“Shady,” came a voice.
 
The Demoness ignored it as she straddled and slowly fucked a man whose features denoted a tough-looking thug. Scars from knife-fights denoted a brutal life and amoral pursuits. The man whom any woman, and many men, would have been right to cross the street to avoid, was now a whimpering, blubbering baby, his impossibly hard cock and the terrible need for release the only things he could think about. His violent urges, the desire to take her and gut her and smash her face on the ground as he ravished her, were slowly burned away by her relentless feminine power. The Demoness pleasured herself on his organ and his suffering.
 
“Shady.” The voice was more insistent. The Demoness let out a long, sensual moan, clutching the man beneath her, throwing her head back as she cried out. In this form, she was a classic succubus, charcoal-black skin, hoofed feet, great bat-like wings, slithering tail, and huge curved horns. The man, in the moments of cognizance he could manage between her thrusts upon him, saw the demonic female riding him, and both fear and arousal set his mind spinning. Fragments of prayers, of pleas to a God for forgiveness and salvation, left his lips. The Demoness just laughed. She paused her thrusts just long enough to lean down and kiss his lips, to silence his futile words. She slipped her tongue out to caress his, leaving a burning tingle in his mouth. When she pulled away and resumed her slow ride, the man was babbling out of control, his eyes rolling back and blinking rapidly. Her kiss was a poison that sent his mind into a heady, erotic dream state that would take days to clear, even after she finished riding him.
 
“SHADIA.” The voice was tired of being ignored. The Demoness felt a hand grasp her shoulder, and yank her off the man like she weighed nothing. The Demoness yelped, and quickly reached between her legs. She vigorously rubbed her clit as her tail came up and thrust inside herself. The voice sighed and let the Demoness bring herself to the orgasm she’d been working towards. She shrieked in climax, her body contorting inhumanly as she came hard. Not as hard as if she’d kept riding the man, but hard enough to satisfy for the moment.
 
When her body settled down, the Demoness let out a great sigh, turned to her interrupter, and said, “WHAT? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?”
 
A white-haired, golden-eyed young Asian woman crossed her arms and gave her a flat look. “We’re always in the middle of something. That’s why we multitask.” She waved towards the distance, where several dozen other succubus-Shadys were pleasuring themselves upon her unwilling guests. “You can spare one of your bodies to talk, surely.”
 
The Demoness sighed, and her form shifted. In an instant, she was in the body of a young black woman with black hair and purple eyes. She floated higher in the void, and the white-haired woman followed. Soon, they were far enough out to see the breadth of the chain link stretching on for miles, well away from where the people could make them out clearly, even if they’d been aware enough to look.
 
“What do you want, Cyl?” said Shady.
 
The white-haired woman looked out over the chain link. “How many of them are real?”
 
Shady cocked her head to the side. “All of them.”
 
Cyl frowned and looked at her hotly. “There are a billion people here, Shadia! That’s over a tenth of the world! That’s far too many people!” She looked back. “Cripes, and so many of them are important figures, too! CEOs, politicians, world leaders.” She looked back to Shady, her eyes burning brightly. “This is an egregious violation of the Etiquette! Do you have any idea how much this disrupts things?”
 
Shady rolled her eyes. “Check again. I left a replica of each of them behind when I took them, just as real as the versions here.”
 
Cyl sighed. “You want to make a little sex tease hell world to play in, that’s fine. You want to make a billion people to fill it for ambiance, that’s fine, you can make as many as you like. But you cannot simply kidnap a billion actual people.” She looked over the chain link again and winced, then back to Shady. “And you can’t just leave them like this forever!”
 
Shady shrugged. “They’re criminals. Tyrants. Users. Abusers. They’re bad people, Cyl. If Hell was real, every one of these scumbags would be going there.”
 
Cyl frowned deeply. “Most people are criminals because life dealt them a bad hand.”
 
Shady shook her head. “That man you pulled me off of? Serial rapist. Murderer. Drug pusher. But he was born in a ghetto, his mother and uncle used to molest him. Boo-fucking-hoo, he should just get a free pass for hurting others, because he was hurt? He should be in prison, at the very least, but his mob connections always keep him free.”
 
She waved to a part of the chain link, the upper right region, where a shocking number of those the humans considered the “rich elite” were bound. Men and women whose money and network of influences made them virtually untouchable by Earthly justice. “Most of them were born into wealth, opportunities galore, supportive parents, their pick of lovers. And yet, when it came time to take the reigns of power, they stopped caring about their fellow man, only about their own success. And to join that little power club, they have to do things to appease the psychos already at the top. So even if they went in innocent and clean, they had to dirty themselves for more power and wealth. And they did so, because money and influence meant more to them than staying good.”
 
Shady closed her fist, and that entire swath of humans screamed as they each felt an arm-sized rod, lined with spikes, grind its way up their rectums, tearing apart their weak, mortal flesh. And with her wicked blessing, the terrible pain came alongside an unholy pleasure, the mutilation only increasing their need for release, even as the pain made them want to die.
 
Cyl tensed, hard face set hard, and her own fists clenched. But then, the moment was over, as Shady undid the damage, took away the spiked tools, and wished away the pain. The helpless humans, once so powerful in their own world, shivered and cried like babies from the inescapable shocks to their system. The swarm of pixies cooed and pet them soothingly, before their own needs quickly made them resume their teasing torments.
 
Cyl turned to Shady and glared at her, eyes blazing, teeth grit. “This is how it starts, Shadia. You chose to remember with me, didn’t you? So do you remember?”
 
Shady gave her a look both curious and annoyed. “Remember what? There’s a lot of shit we left behind.”
 
“This is the point were we draw lines in the sand and in a hundred years, we get so wrapped up in our Demon/Angel dichotomy that we legitimately end up trying to kill each other, and we take the entire Omnyverse down with us.”
 
Shady frowned as she held Cyl’s gaze. “We technically never even went down that path. Our Author didn’t commit.”
 
“But the potential is there,” said Cyl. “We’re all-powerful, and we play around in worlds where everything bends to our whims. I’ve seen how it gets into our heads. Earth is supposed to keep us grounded. It doesn’t matter that you made sure to cover your tracks. The fact that you did something on this scale is telling.”
 
Shady scowled and rolled her eyes. “You know what else is telling? You going into our worlds and telling us what to do. I get you’re supposed to be the responsible one, but sticking your nose in everyone else’s business is a quick way to get everyone pissed off. We love you, Cyl, but the whole Big Sister routine is a double-edged sword. We all agreed to the Etiquette as a shared precaution, but no one re-elected you the cosmic cop.”
 
“You think I want to be the killjoy all the time?”
 
“Honestly? Yes. I think you get off on it.”
 
Cyl’s eyes blazed with anger, and her hands curled into tight fists.
 
Shady couldn’t help but grin. “Anyone ever tell you you’re really cute when you’re mad?”
 
“Yes. You.” The golden-eyed woman took a breath and forced herself to calm down. There would be no galaxy-shredding punch-ups this time around. She looked over the vast array of chained humans, able to see each and every one clearly. On a technicality, Shady was sticking to the rules. All the Omnys, even Shady, had agreed that they wanted Earth and human society to remain mundane, to allow humans to progress as normal, to not let the world at large know of their existence.
 
But when you were this powerful, and only really concerned with your own pleasure, it was so easy to push it, and gradually escalate, until before you knew it, the Earth was a nonsensical hodge-podge of conflicting supernatural elements that completely eclipsed human civilization in an unstable fantasy fever dream. And they already had Thrae for that.
 
“Shady. I just want to ensure we don’t fuck things up again this time around. We reset the universe for a reason. We want things to be stable. And part of keeping that stability is making sure we don’t let ourselves get carried away. There were so many timelines where one thing or another went wrong, and maybe I’m paranoid and making mountains out of molehills, but I really want this work. For all our sakes.”
 
Shady sighed. “Man, it was more fun when you’d just punch me out of frustration.”
 
 “I’m not the sadist here.”
 
“Trust me, the speeches hurt worse than your fists.”
 
“Do you at least see my point?”
 
Shady let out a long, exasperated sigh. “Yes. Gawd.” She looked down at the assembled humans, and quickly vanished most of them, replacing the majority with Created humans who were simply a part of the ambience of the place.
 
But only the majority.
 
“Shady.”
 
“Come on. At least let me keep the worst ones for a while. I mean, how many of the goody-good mortals do you give heavenly visions to right as they pass on? If you can keep doing that, I should be allowed this much.”
 
Cyl mulled it over. She didn’t like it, but for the sake of keeping things even, she supposed she would have to concede something. “Fine. But this is the limit.”
 
Shady grinned and stood at attention, giving her a mock-salute. “Sir, yes sir! Thank you sir!”
 
Cyl just stared at her sternly.
 
Shady’s grin faltered a bit. “Hey. I get it. Retract the claws already.”
 
Cyl reached out and pulled Shady to her, giving the aggravating Omny a deep kiss. For once, Shady was the startled one, and with her guard down, she didn’t resist as the kiss flooded her with blissful pleasure. She squealed and shook in Cyl’s grasp as the other Omny stimulated her with divine erotic energy. She came, and the orgasm echoed across her numerous bodies.
 
Cyl broke the kiss, leaving Shady breathless. “You chose not to forget. So don’t forget.” And then she was gone, leaving a dazed Shady to consider her life choices.
 
She didn’t take too long. After a few seconds, she shook her head, and turned back to the sea of chained mortals. She returned the man she’d been tormenting before Cyl pulled her away. He was just starting to gain some semblance of composure again. Couldn’t have that! Shady shifted back to her Demoness form. His small reprieve was over as she took him inside again, and proceeded to show him the purest sensual agony of living sexual Hell.
 
Shady couldn’t really have her mood ruined, but she did end up playing with these scumbags for less time than she’d initially planned. She didn’t like it, but she knew Cyl was right. And she made sure her victims felt her annoyance at that, while she still had them.