Sword of St. Michael #5
#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?" |
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. |
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. |
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. |
"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 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." |
"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?" |
"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!" |
"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!" |