The Wages of Sin
My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee! Loosely related to "The Seeker" series.
The Wages of Sin
By William W. Kelso
The demon sat on his perch regarding the human female standing before him, forked tongue flicking over long sharp fangs. He drooled a little too, a bad habit he'd picked up over the centuries. Not that she wasn't worth drooling over; or on, as she was quite beautiful. Of course that had been part of the deal he'd made with her exactly a hundred years ago, the hundred years of which had been up several hours ago. With a soft hiss he adjusted his position, wings rustling softly. He could tell she was terrified; which was to be expected, but not to the point of groveling and begging for mercy. He hated those kinds of scenes, so he approved her show of stoic acceptance. It was better if they just faced their fate, the screaming usually came later.
"Please, Master," the woman said, "What are you going to...do to me?"
Of course the first thing he'd done as he'd claimed her body and soul was spend some 'quality' time with his new slave, as the scratches on her body and cum dripping from her pussy and lips; and well as caked on her thighs and rear, proved, but of course she'd expected that, and in fact had seemed to enjoy it to some extent, at least at first. But now it was time to get down to the more serious business; how she was going to spend eternity. Of course that was pretty much out of his hands at this point, and he could already see the signs.
"Me?" The demon answered, "Nothing, I've already officially 'greeted' you, my fun is over."
Puzzled, the woman raised her head and looked at the beast, and said, "B-But Master, I don't understand?"
"You will soon." The demon replied, "When you made your deal with me for a hundred years of beauty, youth, and good health; as well as the million dollars of course, in exchange for your soul your fate was set in motion."
The woman coughed, and wiped some snot away from her nose. Ever since the demon had taken his pleasure with her she'd been feeling a little queasy, but she kept listening as the creature rambled on.
"If you will remember," the demon said, "I offered to let you become one of my acolyte's, to teach you the arcane arts so that you could serve me better, to improve yourself as it were, but you refused. I made this offer several times, but you had better things to do."
The woman coughed again, hocking up a large glob of sticky snot, and reaching up rubbed one of her rigid sensitive nipples; the nub outlined by a bite mark. Both her nipples were tingling, and her pussy was as well. It was similar to being aroused, but not quite the same. Sniffling, she rubbed her nose again.
"Instead of accepting my most generous offers you disappointed me by wasting your life in debauchery." The demon said, "But don't get me wrong, I approve of depravity as much as the next demonkind, but you could have spent a few hours a month actually doing something useful and learning to be a better slave to your Master."
The woman leaned over a little, rubbing her stomach as it roiled, and said, "But I thought I could spend my time however I wanted?"
"Oh yes, indeed." The demon replied, "You were under no obligation to me in any other way once our initial bargain had been made, except for the once every ten years sacrifices, which you provided on schedule. But you could have used that time so much more productively. You had the talent, and could have become a powerful Sorceress, instead of a well fucked bimbo."
The woman gagged, and then wiped her lips in disgust as she choked up some green and black slime, slinging it from her fingers. Ugh, she thought. Must be from all that cum she'd swallowed, must have been a gallon. She'd lost count of how many times the beast had fucked her and made her suck his cock.
"I...I had better things to do." She said, then gave a loud burp, and added, "Excuse me." She felt something warm dripping down her chest, and thinking it was sweat rubbed it away, only to find more black slime on her fingers, and looking down she gasped as it was leaking from her nipples! A steady stream of black vicious slime was dripping from them! She rubbed some more, but all it did was smear the slick stuff all over her tits, and it stank! What the fuck...?
"Ah yes," The demon said, "I must admit your sexual depravity was impressive, for a mortal. And of course I heartily approved of all the bestiality; what with being a beast myself, as well as the BDSM and those pretty young sex slaves you kept until giving them to me. Tell me, did you ever care about how they felt as you sacrificed them to me; their terror as you doomed their innocent souls to Hell? Oh, the things I did to them! I had such fun."
The woman hardly noticed as the demon kept talking, her increasingly horrified gaze was riveted on her once full firm breasts as they...deflated, growing softer and sagging as the black slime continued to ooze from her nipples in a steady stream, and now she realized with despair that it was leaking from her pussy as well, and running down her legs to pool around her feet.
"Urk, w-what's happening to me!?!" She moaned, holding one hand between her legs to try and stop the flow of slime, the other uselessly trying to do the same with her nipples. A strange sickening pleasure was spreading through her body, and she felt her knees growing weak as a pressure grew between her legs, her mound actually bulging. The demon didn't seem to notice her increasing distress, and kept on talking.
"Oh, I made them into sex slaves of course, especially since they'd had some preliminary 'training', I must admit you did a good job of breaking them in to the 'joys' of sexual slavery. Some stayed more or less human in form, others, well; let's just say you wouldn't recognize them now. They all turned out quite nicely though, so enthusiastic to please their new owners once I'd tired of them and sold them."
As another wave of strangely pleasurable nausea washed over her the woman slowly sat down, trying to keep from throwing up as more black slime drooled from her mouth and nose. She groaned as the pressure between her legs increased painfully; the skin on her belly rippling, and spreading her legs she looked at her sex, and was shocked to see...something black and rubbery looking beginning to push out from between her nether lips as they slowly spread. In a few seconds it had pushed out almost ten inches, black and slick with slime, wriggling and squirming. At first she thought she was growing a penis; which excited her despite the circumstances, but quickly realized it had no glans or urethra opening, thought the shape was right. And it didn't feel like a sexual organ, but it was part of her, she could feel it wriggling. She gasped as it suddenly pushed out another few inches, and gagged as a thick flow of slime burst from her lips. 'Urggg! Uh, glug, w-what's h-happening to ME!?"
"That million dollars I gave you didn't last, what, about five years?" The demon said, "And that was in 1900's dollars! I must admit your ability to spend hard cash on trivial pursuits and junk was amazing, you really should have at least invested some of it along the way. And how many husbands did you have over the years? Was it five, or six, I forget?"
The woman propped herself up on her hands as she lost all feeling in her legs as they grew numb and tingled like they were falling asleep, and as she watched they began to deflate as black slime poured from around the writhing flailing thing between her legs, her pussy now stretched impossibly to allow what she now knew was a TAIL to push out from inside her, her pussy lips straining. But there was no real pain, only an inebriating sickening pleasure much like a low level orgasm radiating out from her sex as it spread wider and wider as she gave 'birth' to whatever wanted out.
"N-NOO," She sobbed; black slime spurting from her mouth, "URRGG, W-What's happening, ulllpp, to meeee!?!"
With a wet tear her pussy gave up its struggle and split, the tear moving up her belly revealing more of the long tubular slick black rubbery thing growing from her body as she gave 'birth' to it, and her breasts; now completely flat, slid down the sides of her chest as they finished dissolving into more black slime. "NOOOO!" She screamed, tufts of hair falling past her eyes to stick to the slimy mess her lower body was becoming. With a wail she fell back as her arms began to tingle and go numb.
"Boy," The demon said, "It's happening fast, isn't it? Did you ever wonder how those poor slobs you tricked and connived into marrying you felt? As you drained their bank accounts to feed your own interests, stringing them on with fantastic sex even as they aged faster then normal? They really loved you, you know; even after you started cheating on them as you looked for your next sugar daddy to pay for your extravagant live style of nonstop parties and orgies. Loved you even as you sucked them dry, stupid fools. But you, you never loved anyone else but yourself."
The woman tried to beg again, to plead for it to stop, but could only manage a gurgling squeal as the skin on her face softened, then stretched as a gaping round mouth began pushing out, her lips and cheeks tearing as it grew. The slobbering maw had no hinged jaws, being an almost prefect circle, four large 'claws' spaced at regular intervals along its border, several rows of progressively smaller inward hooking fangs lining it, a long tube like tongue slithering in the slime filled throat, the tube covered with small teeth like a rasp.
"URGGGLLLEEE, N-NUURRGGGLLEEE, SLUUURRRPP!" The thing on the floor squealed in horror, long tubular body thrashing helplessly.
The demon leaned over to get a better view as the hideous transformation neared its end, the last human features, the utterly terrified blue eyes slowly dividing and spreading around the border of the gaping slobbering fang lined maw until there were five of them, then they dimmed to a dull red color, no pupils or irises visible, glistening wetly, blank and staring, vision fixed as they had no way to move, or eyelids. Squealing and slobbering the huge leech writhed in a puddle of black slime, still not understanding what had happened, nothing even vaguely human remaining, large gripping fangs flexing instinctively for something to latch onto.
"It's only fitting you become something appropriate, don't you agree?" The demon asked, knowing the monstrosity on the floor could still understand him. Though its body was totally inhuman now, its human awareness and memories were intact. "Tell me; oh sorry, you can't, my bad, did you ever read the book 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'? It's the same basic concept. You decided on this form for yourself long ago, it's been growing inside of you over the years, waiting to be released as you become what you really are, as you take on the form in which you'll spend eternity. This form is perfect, as you sucked the life out of your husbands to survive, so you shall suck the blood from creatures of Hell for the rest of eternity."
"SSLLLUUURRRPPP!" The leech drooled and slobbered, long tongue splashing out to slither aimlessly on the floor as it writhed, trying desperately to stand up, to SAY something! To plead, to beg, anything but this!! Not THIS!
"Don't worry," The Demon said, "You won't be alone you know, there are other souls trapped in this form as well, and they; and the natural leeches, will be glad to see you, and will keep your belly filled with eggs, just as you will fill their own bellies with eggs as well. You're a hermaphrodite now, and I've been told the sex is quite pleasurable, both as male and female."
The demon looked up as two other lesser demonkind entered the chamber, and said, "Take this thing to the nearest sewer and throw it in, then bring me a female, I always get horny watching this kind of stuff."
The two demonkind bowed, then picked up the huge leech; having a hard time holding onto its slimy slick desperately squirming body, and carried it from the chamber. Going to a nearby lavatory for the slaves they fed it headfirst through one of the openings, and it disappeared into the thick river of slowly flowing excrement and sewage below with a wet splash and a fading squeal of horror. Several ripples in the surface of the thick turgid flow moved towards the impact point, the other leeches eager to 'welcome' the new arrival. "Good riddance." One said. Then they shut the lid and got back to work.
The End
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