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>Get hit by a fucking car.
>Off the curb and BAM.
>Floating for a while.
>Gently land in a room with granite floors, torch lighting, a waiting room-like area and one of the cutest girls you've ever seen.
>"Red skin, thin, curved horns, wings, wearing a white blouse that only JUST held in her amazing rack.
>"Hello!"
>She's bubbly, cute and sweet enough to give you diabetes.
>Walk up to counter.
"Um. Hi. Where am I?"
>Cocks head. "Oh, sorry. Yeah, your kinda dead..."
"Dead?"
>"I saw it on the monitor. It was fucking brutal. One of the best I've seen this week!"
"Monitor?"
>She points over your shoulder at an old TV suspended from one of those old wall mounts in the corner.
>You look just in time to see a drunk guy trip and fall ten floors.
>You wince as he hits.
>"Alright." she says. "Let's get you oriented." And pulls out a clipboard.
"So, where exactly is this?"
>She doesn't even glance up from the papers. "You're in hell sweetie."
"Hell? Why hell?!?!"
>The demon is shocked at your outburst. "Jesus, calm down."
"Why? You're going to torture me!"
>All the concern drains from her face. "That's what you're freaking out about?"
"Wouldn't you?!?!" You scream, menacing an accusatory finger at the woman.
>*Scoff* Dude, relax. We haven't done shit like that in thousands of years. It got boring after the first few of centuries."
"What?"
>"Yeah, no one does that. So can you relax now?"
>Still visibly tense.
>*Sighs* "How about a blowjob?"
wut.jpg "Excuse me?"
>"You won't relax and now I'm stressed. I'll blow you, de-stress, you feed me, I de-stress me."
Processing.gif "Alright."
>"Really? I mean just a second ago, you were screaming."
"If there's one thing in my life that I've learned, is that it's never a good idea to pass up a free BJ."
>She shrugs. "Can't argue with that logic... Right." She stands, revealing that she is in fact not wearing anything on her lower half. "Follow me." She sets an "At lunch" sign on her desk, takes your hand and shoves you into a nearby closet.

>She shuts the door behind her, a wicked grin on her face.
>She pushes you against the far wall.
>"Take your pants off now."
>You do.
>She falls to her knees and nearly rips your boxers off your crotch.
>Your penis is just becoming erect.
>She grips it in one hand and slowly strokes it, exposing her long black tongue.
>She looks up at you with pleading eyes and takes a single lingering lick up the underside of your shaft.
>That did it. You were going nowhere.
>You shaft instantly springs to life.
>The demonete under you squeals in joy.
>"Oh, this is perfect! I haven't had one like this in a long time.
>She plants a kiss right at the very tip before pushing it past her lips and into her mouth.
>Her tongue is already lapping feverishly at your cum slit.
>It's so hot inside her that you might just melt.
>Knees week, arms heavy.
>She suckles harder at the tip then slams her head down to your crotch, jamming your whole length down her throat.
>You lock up then moan loudly, sucking air though your nose in an attempt to not cum.
>She's swallowing hard, trying to inhale your dick and that tongue is everywhere at once.
>She starts pumping up and down, releasing when she pulls off and sucking even harder when she pushes forward.
"Oh fuck." You're so close.
>Hear schlicking.
>See that she's got two fingers knuckle-deep in her own pussy.
>Too fucking hot.
>Grab her horns and pull her down.
>She moans around your dick, sending shocks up your spine.
>Finally cum.
>Thick hot spunk fires out of your cock and down her throat, some coming back up to pool in her mouth.
>She squeals and twists, cumming from your cum.
>After you stop pumping the girl with cum, she still gently suckles your dick for a few minutes before popping off and smiling.
>"I think that you'll fit in here just fine. Now just some paperwork and I'll take you to your apartment.

>Basking in the afterglow with the amazing girl.
>Door to closet opens with enough force to nearly shatter.
>Big fucking goat-thing.
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>Wearing some black Tripp pants and an Iron Maiden T-shirt that hides her fucking amazing body.
>Nice rack, tight waist and nice big hips go nicely with a semi-plump ass.
>"What the FUCK Jess!?" She practically roars.
>Oh so that's her name... Cool.
>Jess turns around, wiping some leftover cum off her chin. "What?"
>"You're ALREADY on his dick." She says gesturing to you.
>Jess licks her fingers, apparently done with her cleanup. "Yeah, well I got hungry."
>"You're always hungry."
>"...I know..."
>The goat then turns to you. "Hi. Sorry about her. She's on a bit of a diet so she can get a little...Impulsive."
You try and brush it off. "It's fine really. I enjoyed it. Probably the best welcome I've ever gotten."
>She giggles sweetly. "Yeah, well, that's hell for ya'. Why don't you come on out of there and I can get you settled into your flat?"
You've pulled up your lower garments and are just finishing fastening your belt. "You're just giving me an apartment?"
>She seems confused. "Um.. Y-Yeah. I mean, how else would you live here?"
"Good point. Well, how about work? What can I do to earn a little money?"
>"Oh, that's not really a thing down here. Hey, why don't we get you settled in and then I'll tell you everything you want to know about hell?"
"Sounds good." You say, helping Jess up and walking back into the main room.
>"Hey?" Jess asks as she slides back behind the desk. "Come back and tell me where you live, alright? I might get hungry again." She smiles and winks.
>Just as she does that, you are pulled out another door on the opposite corner of the room, onto the street outside of the building.
>The goat grabs your hand, and begins to pull you down the road. "So I'm Sarah, a Baphomet and sort of your guide around here. So there's lots to do day-by-day."

"Like what?"
>"Well, there's a few art studios, garages, brothels, torture studios, stand-up bars, Chip 'n Dale's, some weapons ranges and there's a monthly riot, every last Saturday of the month."
"Sounds like a lot of stuff."
>"Yeah, well, your down here forever so you might as well make the most of it. I mean, hell, there was I guy I knew that spent six hundred years doing nothing but fucking from sunrise to sunset. Made quite a name for himself, too."
"Fuck me... That's impressive."
>"You're telling me! So how'd you end up here?"
"I have no idea."
>She stops in the middle of the sidewalk and pulls you into an alley. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know how I got here."
>She leaned back and cocked her hips. "Killed anyone?"
"A few in the army."
>"That wouldn't do it. Raped anyone?"
"Nope, never."
>"Anything that you regret?"
"I never bought a sex doll."
>She taps her chin a few times. "I have no idea. By what I'm hearing, you should have been at least considered for that ego-stroking army. What about god? Did you believe in god?"
"I'm an atheist"
>"That would do it..."
"Really? Well, I mean I believe in him now. Does that count?"
>She scoffs and exhales though her nose. "Like you'd ever want to be part of that bullshit worship party."
"What do you mean?"
>She sighs and lifts up her top.
>She's not wearing a bra...
>Creamy white-furred melons spill out in front of you.
>Pink nipples tip the white mounds creating a sexy contrast that draws your eyes.
>Then they get hard.
>Little points of diamond on the end of fleshy mountains of pleasure fire blood into your dick faster then you can think "erect".
>You reach out and touch one, letting your palm slide over the rock-hard bulb, causing Sarah to gasp and moan lightly.
>She takes your hand and lightly pushes it away. "Later. Let us get to your home first, then I'll tell you about what you can do here.
"Then?" You ask sugestivly.
>She pulls her top back down. "Then you can fuck me."

>Sarah leads you down a few more roads, mostly desolate for some reason.
>Suddenly stops, you slam into her plush ass. "We're here!"
>You look. It's a really nice four-story brick apartment.
>Sarah unlocks the front door with a 19th century brass key.
>Swings open on butter-smooth hinges.
>She hands you the key. "Here you go. This key for the front door."
>Inside is quite nice. White marbled tile, creme walls and a small collection of mailboxes on one side. There's an elevator at the far end next to some stares with a door on either side, labeled "1" and "2" respectively.
>"Here's your mailbox. You're on the second floor." Sarah says, pointing to a drawer with your name already on it. "You really only get spam around here."
"Really? Just spam? Not even any coupons?"
>"Hey?" She says shrugging. "It's hell, wha'd you expect?"
"Good point."
>"Right, well, I'll help you get settled in."
>She begins walking toward the stairs.
"Why don't we take the elevator?"
>Without turning around or missing a beat, she simply says. "But then you'd miss the view."
>She moves up one step and her ass bounces in the most wonderful of ways.
>A simple swing down, a little jiggle upward and just the tiniest bit of ripple.
>Almost in a trance, you follow her, eyes never leaving the bouncing butt.

>You finally reach the second floor.
>Twenty two steps of Sarah's bouncing, jiggling, gropeable, grabbable, fuckable ass.
>Your eyes are glued the whole way.
>From that tease in the alley to the view you got, just now, the two of you aren't the only thing ascending...
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>You're in 2L, so second floor, left side.
>Sturdy wood door, peephole, bloodstains.
>Yep, regular apartment.
>Sarah spins around at your door, produces another brass key from somewhere, slips it into the lock and twists.
>"Are you ready to come inside?" She smirks at the double entendre.
"Always." You say with a wink.
>She grabs your hand, pulls it over her shoulder and leads you into the space.
>Inside is really nice and lavish.
>Not at all what you expected for hell.
>It's a studio apt. about five hundred square feet with a nine or ten foot ceiling.
>Fucking nice.
>Small but full kitchen, big ass TV, king+ size bed, light oak floors and a bunch of beanbags and triple-comfy chairs over by the TV.
>Sarah stops in the middle of the flat and pulls your arm further over her shoulder, dragging you in close.
>You don't mind...Not one bit...
>Press right up against her back.
>Enjoy the warmth.
>Feel your penis get painfully hard in the valley of her ass.
>She slowly spins, pointing out different parts of your apartment to you, grinding her rear cleavage all over your crotch as she turns.
>You can feel her heating up as you and her complete the lazy circle that ground you against each other, hard enough to pulverize rock.
>Feeling adventurous, you snake your unoccupied arm over her stomach, across that amazing band's name, to her belt line.
>Let a finger slip a little lower then the rest.
>Rub the very top of her puss from outside her pants.
>She gasps and clenches her ass, literally trapping you in that glorious cleavage.

>You push your hand under Sarah's shirt, slowly sliding up her stomach.
>Her breathing gets faster and deeper.
>She reaches back with her other arm and grabs your thigh, hard enough to be painful.
>She wants this.
>You press your nose and mouth to her neck and inhale deeply.
>She smells thick.
>Like leather and blood but also tangerines and citrus with a hint of sugar.
>Something begins burning inside you.
>Animistic and primal.
>Running your teeth along the back of her neck, you reach her breasts with your hand.
>You cup it at the base, feeling it roll, slightly, over your hand.
>Then you roll your palm over the front of it and close your thumb around the nipple, pinching it softly.
>Sarah sucks air into her mouth, growling deep in her throat and moaning.
>You twist a little bit.
>Her hand snaps from your thigh to your cupping hand and pushes it harder into her tit.
>You nip at the nape of her neck, causing her to yelp lightly.
>You untangle your other arm from around her body and place it on her exposed stomach just above her belt line.
>Her stomach tightens, anticipating what comes next.
>Your left hand is groping her left breast roughly, with the nipple rolling in between your thumb and blade. (I don't know what part of the hand is called)
>You dig your fingers roughly into the yummy, soft flesh, causing her to cry out in pleasure mixed with pain.
>Her legs are shaking and her breathing is rough and deep.
>Her voice is making little moans in that deep, raspy tone.
>You push your right hand down her pants, slowly, ever so slowly.
>Her moaning gets harder and heavier, along with her moans, the closer you get to her demonic snatch.
>Your fingers split around the mound, missing her vagina by a couple of centimeters.
>She's tense, shaking and grinding her ass on your crotch.
>You snake your fingers closer and closer to her pussy.
>Just before you touch it, you lift your middle finger and tap her clit once.
>She gasps and jumps.

>The print of your finger, the one you tapped her button with, has a light sheen on it.
>She's already dripping wet.
>Her tongue is hanging out of her mouth as she sucks air into her mouth.
>Just that little tiny tap sent her trembling.
>She pushes her hand to yours at her crotch.
>You push your finger back to her clit, pressing down and wiggling side-to-side, very gently.
>Her wiggling gets more intense as her moans deepen.
>You rub and rub and rub, getting the tip of your finger soaking wet as her fluid, quite literally, gushes from her lips like a tidal wave of sexual arousal.
>She's panting now, brimming with sexual energy as her body winds up, tense as a bow string, ready to snap at the slightest movement.
>You rub faster, digging the digit firmer into her clit.
>Her body reacts doubly so, her hips lightly thrusting, her chest heaving, her cunt burning and gushing.
>You go faster and Sarah tilts her head back, letting out a high-pitched whine of want and need.
>You've got her on the knife's edge.
>Just one more push, rub, literally anything, would set her off like a firecracker.
>But it's just too damn perfect.
>You rub once, twice, more and you feel her body tense up, spine bowed and her body ready to blow.
>Then, just as you feel her about to cum, you rip your hand out of her pants and shirt and pull away from the Baphomit.
>She just stands there in exactly the same position that you held her in, her mind practically shutting down at the cessation of stimulation.
>Then her bod wilts as she collapses to her knees.
>"You...Motherfucker. Edging me like that. Who the fuck do you think you are? You know who I am, right?"
You're pleased with yourself. "Of course."
>She looks away, slowly crawling forward to lay on the floor. "Motherfucker. I'll kill you." She says softly.
"Can't. I'm already in hell." You crouch down next to her. "If you're good, I'll finish you off.
>She lowers her eyes and says softly. "Y... Yes sir."

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