1. The Devil's Pact, Hell Chronicles Chapter 4: The Tyrants


    Date: 5/15/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Domination / Submission, Lesbian, Group Sex, Lesbian, Group Sex, Straight Sex, Non-consensual sex, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Source: sexstories.com

    The Devil's Pact, The Hell Chronicles by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Chapter Four: The Tyrants Notes: Thanks to b0b for Beta reading this! Brandon Fitzsimmons – The Abyss Fire burned my flesh. An endless, consuming, hungry, agonizing torment consumed me. There was only one thing I could hold onto to. I retreated into the depths of my mind to escape the never-ending ravages of my flesh. There, I clung to a single, solitary thought—one day, I would be free of Lucifer's torment and Mark Glassner and his whore would pay. The bastard stole everything from me. He stole my precious wife, my Desiree, from me, and transformed her into his whore. He so brainwashed her that even when I won her back, she still belonged to Mark. He stole my house. He stole my godhood. He stole my life. He robbed me of even my dignity. And he had stolen my triumph. I had crushed Mark beneath the heel of my foot. I had his wife's sweet mouth wrapped around my cock as Mark watched with impotent rage. I shuddered, savoring that one memory of victory over Mark as I despoiled his whore before him. And then Mark took it all away. Mark had been in chains. He was beaten and broken. My prisoner. And yet he once again stole everything from me. He and his whore broke my power and dragged me before my once loving worshipers. The barrel of his slut's rifle pressed cold against my scalp as the crowd screamed their worship to Mark and his whore. And then he stole my life and cast me into torment. But one day I would ...
    be free. Lucifer would not hold me forever. There had to be a way to escape these chains. There had to be a way to free my soul. I clawed my way up to godhood once. I could do it again. I would be the God-King once more. Hell would not hold me. There was no prison that could hold a determined mind. I would find my way to freedom. I would wreck my vengeance upon Mark Glassner and his whore. They would scream in eternal pain for a thousand years. Even in my torment, even burning in agony, I laughed. My mad cackle joined the screams of the damned roasting around me. One voice joined mine. Not screaming in pain. But laughing. It was a high-pitched and feminine voice. “Yes, we will have justice!” the voice screamed and laughed. “Justice! Justice! Justice!” Justice. I liked that word. Mark needed to pay for his crimes. I would bring justice upon him and his whore. “Justice!” I croaked. “Justice!” Justice was just another word for vengeance. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014 – The Samurai – Kyoto, Japan I knelt naked on that tatami mat, my three concubines kneeling around me in their sheer yukatas, their pale flesh just peaking through the patter of blue flowers on white silk, their nipples round shadows. Their faces were painted white, their black hair curled and adorned with jewelry. They moved with all the grace of a geisha. “You shall be victorious, Divine Samurai,” Orihime purred as I stood, a lovely smile on her round face. She carried my hakama, the ...
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