Sword of St. Michael #5

Story by bluedraggy on SoFurry

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#35 of Sampson and Devilah

Devilah Unchained

After enduring multiple torture devices, Devilah finally is released by Agrat. Even with the imagination the Demoness Agrat has, eventually it gets boring. To which Devilah would say - About damn time!

Definitely the most extreme I've ever gone, but given the subject matter - a Succubus sent back to Hell for punishment - it's kinda hard for it to go anywhere else! But it's done with this posting. Agrat's got it out of her system, and now finds something unexpected of interest!


| "It's not that time actually flows differently down here," Devilah mused to herself as Agrat abused her body on a new torture device. "It's that perception is so vastly different. It's a mental change in time. For instance, how long was I in that cage before she moved me to that hobby-horse? To me it felt like days of her rambling on about the various indignities she was going to inflict, but how long was it really?" | | | Much later she was idly wondering if a watch would even work down here. "I suppose it would have to work. It's just an over-complex pendulum after all, and a pendulum sure as hell works down here!" she thought to herself. She looked around. "Where am I now? Oh! On a wheel. Well that's interesting." | | | She had to give some credit to Agrat. These devices were imaginative, if pretty barbaric. But then, the denizens of hell did tend to be conservative in their thinking. Access to all the technology from other universes, but they stuck with the old standbys. Well, she was glad she wasn't a Inquisitor like Agrat anyway. How boring. Pain was boring. Even the various... materials? objects? items? Yes, that was the best term. Even the various items that Agrat had found to use on or in her were boring. And that affected time. Or at least, perceived time. | | | How long had she been down here? Unfortunately there really was no way to know. No external light. The fires never burnt out. Her own skin repaired itself so there wasn't even any scarring around her mouth that had been forced with this gag for so long. There was only her own perception, and that was faulty. She wondered how long Agrat thought she'd been at it?

Surely it wasn't as boring for her. Would that make time pass faster or slower? She'd have to ask her whenever she finally removed the gag. | | | One thing Agrat had been wrong about. Her cage that she was returned to when Agrat left on periodic excursions out to other realms was not, in fact, a toilet. A succubus simply did not evacuate waste like other demons or even mortal creatures did. All her orifices were for extracting food. What happened to it? Devilah had no idea. Didn't bother her. And now that Devilah found herself once more back in her cage, she was glad of it. The ambient smell was bad enough, but adding her own sewage to it would have beenf... too much. As if 'too much' was a consideration here.

She decided to sleep for a while. It wasn't something she needed, but there was no way to know when Agrat would return and there was certainly nothing else to do in here. | | | She wasn't sure if she was sleeping or not when Agrat returned. Her tormentor had made a big mistake last time. She'd brought a rather large male animal in and had him 'rape' her, thinking that would be offensive. "Stupid Agrat," Devilah thought as she watched Agrat cross towards her again. "You can't rape a succubus! It's like trying to drown a fish. 'please, Brer Fox, please don't throw me into the briar patch!'. She's just not very bright."

But Devilah had played her part, screaming and struggling as she was supposedly raped. And now she was refreshed. She had no idea what that animal had been called, but it had supplied her with plenty of food. She'd be fine for another week after that. | | | Finally the day came when Devilah returned looking different. Gone was the fury from her eyes.

"Alright Devilah. I'm tired of this," Agrat nodded and the gag disappeared. Devilah worked her jaws and tried to remember how to talk. Devilah noticed that the demon kept her human form though. "Hate this body indeed," Devilah thought. "She loves it. Can't feel much when you're just a living flame I guess."

"So, let's talk instead," Agrat said.

The cage suddenly disappeared and Devilah found herself sprawled on the floor. She cowered in pretended fear of her superior.

"What happened up there, Devilah? I want to know. Oh, go on. You can talk. If I wanted you silent I'd have kept your gag in. What happened? By all indications, you had him!" | | | "I did. I had him. Multiple times."

"I believe it! The meters almost swung back to net evil. Damnation Devilah, you won! Why did you erase his memory? He could have turned evil after that!"

Devilah shook her head in memory. "No. He couldn't have. Sampson is Good through and through. Stupid but Good. He's a male, true, but he didn't fuck me because of animal lust. He fucked me because he knew I wanted it, and... he thought he'd killed me." | | | "Killed you? How on the hell could he have killed you? Didn't you say you thought he..."

"Loved me? Yes. I think he did too. But I revealed myself to him. It had been too long, and I had my own reasons. I came to him with my wings on, in full succubus mode. He was scared of the change. He pulled the sword out in defense, but I was moving to fast in my hunger. I hit the sword."

"So? Obviously you weren't skewered. What's the big deal?" | | | Devilah debated internally for a minute, but could see no reason not to tell the whole truth. And despite the ordeal this bitch had put her through, it had been Devilah's actions that had led to her own humiliation. Maybe she did owe her a full explanation anyway. She decided to tell all of it...

"The sword..."

"Yes... the sword. I told you there was something odd about it. It doesn't register on our devices. What about the sword?"

"It rang off me like I was made of solid iron Agrat. But it had gone through those assassins like a hot knife through butter."

The demoness looked at her, puzzled.

"Think about it Agrat. Don't you remember your Terran Universe studies? 'It cannot pierce the flesh of a soul destined for Good'!

Her eyes growing wide, Agrat looked at Devilah with a mix of horror and delight. "The Sword of St. Michael!? He has the Sword of St. Michael!" | | | "But that means you are..." the demoness realized as she considered this.

"Destined for Good. Yeah, I know."

"Is that possible?"

"Don't ask me!" Devilah shouted, showing real anger for the first time. "I'm just a succubus! I suck and fuck and sodomize and live on ejaculate. How the hell am I supposed to know? You're my Superior! I was just doing my damned job up there!" | |