God looked over the woman before Him. He saw her purity, but also noticed her reservations. "Child, what stops you from entering heaven? You were kind, honest, and loyal in life. Excellent traits to have. You treated all you met with respect and dignity. Your place in My realm awaits you."
She slowly raised her eyes, tears falling down her cheeks. "My God...I lusted and had such impure thoughts. I am not worthy of Your kingdom."
He carefully thought over her life. He knew about her thoughts, yet found no issue with them. They had been sexual, but not terrible. He also knew that she would never be happy until she felt she had paid her debt. So be it. "Is it your desire to be punished then? Would you have me send you to the fires of hell?" She tried to speak, but no words came out. Instead she nodded slightly. "Then it is done. You will spend twenty years of atonement in the deepest pits of hell. Then I will gladly welcome you into My arms."
She smiled softly, "Thank you my God, for You are merciful." With a wave, God sent her to her punishment. He smiled bitterly. If there was one person who should not be in hell, it was that young lady. But He was humbled by her devotion. Then He put her out of His mind.
*******
He felt it from the moment she entered his world. Such purity and light had never graced his steps. Lucifer looked up for a moment, wondering what God had planned for him now. He left his lair and shimmered to Hell's Gates. Kneeling on the ground was a woman who shined with the very light of heaven itself, and here she was praying before the deepest and darkest of hells. The underlings stopped, quiet, when they saw him approach. Many of them were staring at the girl, wondering what was going on. He stopped directly before her, making sure she was aware of his presence even when her eyes downcast.
Slowly, she raised her head to look up at the man before her. She gasped as his beauty reached her gaze. He shone like the sun, blinding her with his grace. She could only stare in amazement as she began to realize who this must be. Lucifer. The fallen angel, and such a glorious angel at that. A smile touched her lips and she sighed contentedly. She had been graced to look upon her Lord and his most wicked of angels who was light incarnate. She could ask for no greater pleasures from life, or in her case, the afterlife.
My oh my, what a lovely creature, Lucifer thought to himself. He couldn't help but grin when he saw her smile contently. Humans always saw the angel in him, but little did they know what awaited them. They imagined fire and brimstone, and for some that's what awaited them. But each got their own worse personal hell. This girl was different though. He couldn't see what punishment she deserved or even what to give her. "Girl, what's your name? And why were you sent here?"
The young woman swallowed hard. "My name is Marie. I asked God to punish me...for my impure thoughts. I was given twenty years of punishment in hell." Marie could breathe. Twice now she had admitted things that had only been in her thoughts. Now I can be punished properly. I was such a naughty girl in life.
"Marie, what a pretty name. Quite fitting for you too. So you had impure thoughts. What else?" She gave him a puzzled look, as if she didn't understand what he meant. "Wait, are you telling me you asked for punishment in Hell, all because of a few desires?" She nodded, her misery obvious. He couldn't believe it. What was he to do with her? Since the time he had fallen, God and him had an understanding. The punishment must fit the crime, but he had nothing in all of his realm that would do for this sweet young thing. A challenge. Hmm, it had been too long since he had one of those. This could be exciting. "I will need some time to think of a proper punishment for you. In the mean time, you'll come with me and tell me all about your desires and thoughts. I want to have a complete understanding of your crimes."
Blushing bright red, Marie could barely think. Surely he knew all of her desires. Couldn't he just punish her already, or was this part of her ordeal? He was holding out his hand to her, and cautiously she put one of hers in it. There was a blinding light and a nauseating jolt, which would have knocked her to her feet if not for Lucifer. As they landed, he reached out to steady her. Being so close, she could smell him, a light airy scent. Quite surprising given their surroundings. She expected him to be hideous and smell foul, but instead he still seemed the angel he had previously been. Marie was so lost in her own thoughts that it took her a minute to realize what was going on. Lucifer had buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. She blushed and clung even tighter, too embarrassed to interrupt him.
He was lost in her scent, which reminded him of springtime. Fresh and bright, smelling of rich earth and bright sunshine. She was clinging to him and his body reacted as it never had before. Yes, he had desires for the flesh, but not like this. This was a need and a craving. He lifted her in his arms, and quickly dismissed her gasping noise seeing she was shocked, not harmed. He walked through the antechamber into his bed quarters. A giant sized canopy bed stood prominent in the room, directly ahead of the double doored entry. He placed her down gently, reluctant to let her leave his arms. Just for a minute, he thought. Walking to a wardrobe, he grabbed a blindfold and soft leather cuffs. She was watching him like a cornered animal as he returned, backing away slowly as he joined her on the bed. "Now ma chéri, tell me about all your wicked thoughts. Every last detail, and I will know if you lie or omit anything. Should you decide to do so, you will be severely punished. Understood?"
Marie swallowed hard and nodded. "It all began six years ago, when I was 12. I borrowed some of the local library's romance novels, even though Mom told me I was too young for such things. They were all lovely, but there was one that got my stomach full of butterflies. It was about a woman who was kidnapped and slowly but surely her captor captivated her until she was completely under his spell. Oh he loved her dearly, but she had become completely devoted to him, totally his to use in any way he chose. And oh the ways he used her!" She glanced over at the cuffs and blindfold. "Those were some of what he used. A crop, cane, and whip as well. He got her to love and even need the pain from him." She blushed thinking about all the times she fantasized about being that woman.
Lucifer was laying next to her, listening attentively. Marie was curled up sitting on the bed, lost in her thoughts. She nearly jumped when he touched her arm. In a deep voice, almost a growl, he whispered, "Tell me more my little angel." Shivering with both fear and lust, she continued.
"I have always been attracted to the stereotypical bad boys. Definitely not the romantic types, at least not completely. Dare devils, risk takers. The total opposite from who I am. I'm still a virgin..." Lucifer's eyebrows raised hearing that, but Marie didn't notice it. "I've had fantasies of being kidnapped and used as a sex slave. To be forced to enjoy intense sexual pain and pleasure, for my Master. He would force himself on me, and yet as his slave, I would get off on it. It's sick and wrong. That's why I'm being punished."
She frowned as Lucifer laughed at her. "Child, you aren't in hell because you're a bad person. There are those in heaven who have not only thought the same things, but acted out on them as well. You had no reason to come here, except your own conscience. Yet, I still have to punish you and I think I know what that will be..." His grin was cruel and as Marie went to back away from him and run, he grabbed her arms and pinned her to the bed. He stared into her eyes, basking in the power he had over her. He kissed her luscious looking lips, surprisingly gently. The wolfish smile returned as he growled into her ear, "I'm going to make you live out every single dark fantasy in your mind, even the ones of which you're barely aware. Welcome to the next twenty years of the most deliciously evil pleasure."
He grabbed the wrist cuffs and blindfold with one hand as he kept Marie pinned beneath him. Quickly, he tore the clothing from her body. He could have made them instantly disappear, but this method was so much more satisfying. He could feel her shivering uncontrollably now and hear her tears falling freely from her beautiful green eyes. His tongue softly licked away her tears, which surprisingly calmed her down. He nuzzled her neck as each cuff was gently attached to her wrists. As he softly bit and sucked on her neck, he felt her body arch against his as she made cute little mewing noises. Whispering, "Trust me angel. You deserve pleasure and to have every last fantasy fulfilled. Enjoy your time here, in my bed. Immerse yourself into a blissful torture."
When their eyes met, she was no longer crying. Her eyes sparkled with lust, equally matched by his own. She gave him a weak smile, too uncertain about the unknown to truly trust him. But she realized she wanted him. She wanted to be taken by the Devil. What a wicked and wonderful thought. She sighed happily when he tossed aside the blindfold, wanting to watch the demise of her purity. He lifted her arms above her head and attached the cuffs to the headboard. Now she couldn't escape or resist him, not that she really want to right now.
He paused looking down at the helpless woman before him. Her eyes were already glazed over with pleasure, so he knew she wanted this just as much as he did. For the first time in milleniums, he was concerned about a human. He should hate her for she represented all he had walked away from. Yet, he felt drawn to her in a way he could never relate to the damned. With her, he felt like an angel again. He started to move away when with one softly uttered plea, he was lost. "Please," she whispered, her voice and eyes begging him to fulfill all her dark, twisted dreams. The devil inside him rising again, he began ravaging her body.
(to be continued...)
Lucifer was laying next to her, listening attentively. Marie was curled up sitting on the bed, lost in her thoughts. She nearly jumped when he touched her arm. In a deep voice, almost a growl, he whispered, "Tell me more my little angel." Shivering with both fear and lust, she continued.
"I have always been attracted to the stereotypical bad boys. Definitely not the romantic types, at least not completely. Dare devils, risk takers. The total opposite from who I am. I'm still a virgin..." Lucifer's eyebrows raised hearing that, but Marie didn't notice it. "I've had fantasies of being kidnapped and used as a sex slave. To be forced to enjoy intense sexual pain and pleasure, for my Master. He would force himself on me, and yet as his slave, I would get off on it. It's sick and wrong. That's why I'm being punished."
She frowned as Lucifer laughed at her. "Child, you aren't in hell because you're a bad person. There are those in heaven who have not only thought the same things, but acted out on them as well. You had no reason to come here, except your own conscience. Yet, I still have to punish you and I think I know what that will be..." His grin was cruel and as Marie went to back away from him and run, he grabbed her arms and pinned her to the bed. He stared into her eyes, basking in the power he had over her. He kissed her luscious looking lips, surprisingly gently. The wolfish smile returned as he growled into her ear, "I'm going to make you live out every single dark fantasy in your mind, even the ones of which you're barely aware. Welcome to the next twenty years of the most deliciously evil pleasure."
He grabbed the wrist cuffs and blindfold with one hand as he kept Marie pinned beneath him. Quickly, he tore the clothing from her body. He could have made them instantly disappear, but this method was so much more satisfying. He could feel her shivering uncontrollably now and hear her tears falling freely from her beautiful green eyes. His tongue softly licked away her tears, which surprisingly calmed her down. He nuzzled her neck as each cuff was gently attached to her wrists. As he softly bit and sucked on her neck, he felt her body arch against his as she made cute little mewing noises. Whispering, "Trust me angel. You deserve pleasure and to have every last fantasy fulfilled. Enjoy your time here, in my bed. Immerse yourself into a blissful torture."
When their eyes met, she was no longer crying. Her eyes sparkled with lust, equally matched by his own. She gave him a weak smile, too uncertain about the unknown to truly trust him. But she realized she wanted him. She wanted to be taken by the Devil. What a wicked and wonderful thought. She sighed happily when he tossed aside the blindfold, wanting to watch the demise of her purity. He lifted her arms above her head and attached the cuffs to the headboard. Now she couldn't escape or resist him, not that she really want to right now.
He paused looking down at the helpless woman before him. Her eyes were already glazed over with pleasure, so he knew she wanted this just as much as he did. For the first time in milleniums, he was concerned about a human. He should hate her for she represented all he had walked away from. Yet, he felt drawn to her in a way he could never relate to the damned. With her, he felt like an angel again. He started to move away when with one softly uttered plea, he was lost. "Please," she whispered, her voice and eyes begging him to fulfill all her dark, twisted dreams. The devil inside him rising again, he began ravaging her body.
(to be continued...)
