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


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Domination/submission, Female/Female, Group Sex, Lesbian, Male / Females, Male/Female, Non-consensual sex, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    Lucifer had been defeated by Mark. The great Prince of Hell had lost all his powers. I was free. Bitter gall tickled my throat. I was freed by Mark. But that didn't matter. I had my freedom. I stood up, looking around at my fellow damned souls. We all had made our pacts with Lucifer and he gained power through our torture. I smiled. I needed to act fast and cow as many of them as I could to my power. Many were dazed, stunned by the end of their torment. I reacted fast, my hand lashing out and seizing a pretty woman with red hair, pulling her to me. She gasped in pain, her eyes trembling. My cock hardened as her breasts bounced. It had been a year of burning. A year of denying my pleasures. It was time to change that. “Please!” she shouted before I thrust my cock into her mouth. I shuddered, savoring how warm and wet she was. I held her head and slammed my cock down her throat. “You are mine,” I hissed, battering my will into hers. “You are mine! Submit to me or I will hurt you!” I shoved my cock deep, forcing it down her throat. She gagged, struggling to pull away. My cock throbbed in her throat. Her screams were muffled, only adding to my pleasure. I drew back my cock and slammed back down her throat, fucking her mouth, my balls smacking into her chin. “Submit to my will or you will burn again.” I felt her submission. She relented to me. A chain sprang between us. A rush of power flowed into me. Souls were the currency of Hell, and now I possessed one. I shaped my body, ...
    regaining the muscular physique I had received after my Pact with Molech. My cock erupted down her throat. She sucked it down and I pulled my cock out of her lips. She panted, licking at up my salty cum. “Wh-what do you want me to do, sir?” “God-King,” I corrected her. “I am your God-King now.” “Wh-what do you command, God-King?” she whispered in fear. I could feel her humiliation through our bond, feeding off her emotions. “Find me another whore,” I commanded, scanning around the room. A man had seized a woman, throwing her to the ground, his cock throbbing hard. The woman sobbed, “Please, someone, help me! Please!” Her large breasts jiggled. Her skin was a dusky-brown, like my Desiree. My cock stirred again. I strode through Lucifer's oven, the brass floor was cherry-red beneath my feet. It burned, but after roasting for a year, it felt like a mild caress. The man fell to his knees, about to rape the dusky-skinned woman. I formed a knife by instincts, black as night. I grabbed the man's hair from behind, yanking his head back as I reached around him. He struggled for a moment until he felt the sharp tip of my knife on the base of his cock. “Serve me,” I commanded him, “or enjoy spending the rest of eternity as a Eunuch.” “What?” he gasped. “I am the God-King,” I roared. “I am the most powerful man in Hell. Serve me or I will crush you like the bug.” “Please, don't cut off my dick,” the man blubbered. “Then pledge your soul to me.” “I...I do! I will follow you, God-King. Just ...
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