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It sounded female, and was ragged with ag. I was forced onto the bed, but I offered no resistance. “Then we’re going to disembowel you!” The old woman proclaimed, gesturing to the pendulum blade overhead. I tried to japanese swallow, but my throat was parched beyond lubrication. “Then we’re going to pierce you from hooks, and dangle you from the ceiling!” The hooded figure stooped over me, but her face was concealed in shadow. “Then we’re going skin you, then scalp you, then rape you forever!” My torturer let out a hideous, terrible laugh, and it echoed through the warehouse, joining the symphony of metallic sounds made by my torture devices. If I had any urine left in my bladder, that laugh would’ve compelled it from me. There was no mercy in it. My neck was fettered, my wrists and ankles were cuffed, and I was left to the attendance of my hooded warden. She looked down at me, and her laugh turned suddenly very melodic. “Holy hell, you mortals are deranged!” the voice behind the hood laughed, but it had changed drastically. It sounded like a young woman’s. She pulled back her hood, and a face of gentle beauty was revealed to me. Golden-blonde hair braided about her head like a crown, blue eyes glimmered from a youthful face creased with smiling lines, and those lines were born of lush, pink lips that quirked without even the hint of malice. “First of all, where would I even find someone willing to torture you for eternity? There are some sick fucks who live down here, but even they want vacation time. Demons unionize, you know. Fucking liberals.” “Wha…” I trailed off, staring oriental dumbly up at her. “And torture gets so boring after a while.” The woman lamented, “After about a month, everyone is just faking it. That’s why it’s always volunteer-based down here. You can’t really enjoy being tortured unless there’s free will. Otherwise, it’s like being forced to work at an amusement park.” “Enjoy… being… tortured…?” I was beyond confused. “Yes.” The woman sighed wistfully, “Is there anything as exhilarating as being under the control of a sadist with a sharpened cutlery set and no limits? To see your body turned into a Picasso painting…” The woman rolled her eyes delectably, “…truly an experience.” “I… um…” I looked down at myself, “So… are you going to torture me, then?” “What?” The woman shook herself from her daydreaming, “Of course not! Holy hell, Emily, who do you think I am?!” “You’re Lucy, right?” I asked, “You’re the devil.” “I wish.” The woman huffed, “She has all the fun.” The woman glanced across the room, “Gabriel, you can put Fantasia down now. And take off that japan ridiculous disguise!” Turning to my left, I saw the demon who had carried Fantasia was now wearing a white robe. My cock grew hard and my booty hole loosened. Of fucking course. 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Goddamn!” I continued my oral assault on his manhood, using every trick I knew. I thought for just a moment while running the day’s events through my head before I said, “I kind of like black.” No life, no sensations. She smiled self-consciously and turned back to her friend. We spent as many hours outdoors together as we could stand. I got some odd looks here and there but nothing would stop me now. I had one option. All came over and thanked me and gave me a kiss before leaving. “Yes!” groaned the MILF into her daughter's snatch. Placing her asian japan hands flat she moved her head forward and then slowly straightened her feet out over her head. "Lets go." The women pulled Doris round and instantly slammed her back against the wall. Her cunt squeezed around my cock as she fucked me. She worked up and down my cock faster and faster.