Hellish Retribution Ch. 01

"The glass is impossible to break," came a voice from behind her, making her spin around. "I've already tried."

"Who are you!" Elise demanded, desperately trying to locate the source of the voice with the light provided by the lab. But the enclosure still seemed so pitch.

The voice merely chuckled at her demand. "You don't recognize me by my voice? Very well, then."

Elise heard a click, and the glass prison was immediately flooded with light, forcing her to squint. But at least now she could see who her kidnapper was.

The person that stood before her was almost a man. He stood at least a head taller than Elise's own 5'6 figure, with unkempt, dark brown hair and a pair of broken eyeglasses, one lens cracked and the other missing entirely. He wore a lab coat that was once white like her dad's but this one was now blackened and stained with ash and soot, riddled with holes and tears. Expensive looking leather shoes, now worn beyond repair, completed the ensemble.

However, what stood out the most were the dozens of thin black tendrils surrounding him. They spilled out of the holes in his coat, his sleeves, and his collar. Some were wrapped around him, while others hovered in the air or crept along the floor and walls. They all writhed and moved about as though they had a mind of their own.

The 'man' smiled, readjusting his broken glasses. "Hello, Elise Richardson," he greeted her with a short bow of his head.

The initial shock at seeing such a grotesque sight was quickly replaced with nervous apprehension. "Who are you?" Elise repeated wearily. "How do you know my name?"

The smile on the man's face disappeared at her questioning. "I suppose I shouldn't blame you for not remembering," he said with a slight twinge of dissatisfaction in his voice. He stuck out his hand to shake hers with. "Russell Wilkins, former demonologist and dead man, now nothing more than a host to this both disgusting and fascinating parasite."

Elise felt her heart skip a beat at the mention of his name. This was the detestable man who shot her mother? "That's impossible!" she spat with fear and rage, slapping his hand away. "Wilkins is dead!"

"Was dead, dear Elise," Wilkins quickly corrected, not even flinching from her retaliation. "But I've come to find that the parasite is remarkably good at looking after its host."

A sudden crash behind her interrupted them, and Elise turned back around to discover her father stumbling backward, slightly dazed and an expression that was brimming with anger. With a yell, he fruitlessly slammed himself into the glass wall again, only to bounce back off it.

"Ah, Marcus Richardson," Wilkins mused aloud, approaching the window next to Elise. She tried to step away from him, but a tendril had draped itself over her shoulders, holding her there with surprising strength. "What a helpless situation for him to be in. For his only remaining family to be trapped with the man he has come to hate the most, unable to come to her rescue or even so much as comfort her, separated by a prison of his own design." He tapped his index finger on the glass, as though he were looking into an aquarium. "Though it is only a few moments of torment compared to the years I've suffered due to his carelessness."

"Dad is a victim the same as everyone else," Elise retorted, finally managing to jerk her body away from his grip. "You are torturing an innocent man!"

"You'll find that Hell is filled with innocent men!" Wilkins shouted back, turning on her in a sudden fit of rage. Elise's confidence immediately melted away at the confrontation, and she backed further away from him. "Countless lives who have done everything right or nothing at all, damned for eternity due to circumstances out of their control!"

Numerous tendrils that were once lazily hovering around Wilkins now shot out toward Elise, coiling tightly around her arms, legs, and torso. She let out a shrill squeal as she was hoisted into the air, all movement except for her neck being restricted. "Let go of me!" she screamed down at the demonic man.

Wilkins glared in silence for a moment, before finally taking a few deep, calming breaths. "My apologies, Elise," he said, absentmindedly fixing the practically nonexistent cuffs on his tattered lab coat. "I seem to have lost my temper for a moment. It's a bad habit of mine." He admired her for a moment, bound above him by the parasite, the beginnings of a smile teasing on his lips. "You seem to be a practical woman, Elise. I'm sure we can get through this without the need for violence."

Elise's own glare remained, anger once again mixing in with her fear. At least Wilkins appeared willing to be reasonable, which gave her a bit more hope of getting out of here with her father alive. Still, she held firm, not yet willing to give in to him. "Put me down and we'll talk," she demanded.

His smile quickly turned into a sinister grin at the request. "You are not in any position to negotiate, my dear," Wilkins replied. Cackling, he brought her closer to him, still keeping her feet well off the ground. "Your choices are to either comply with me willingly or be forced to. I do not need your cooperation or your consent."

"Tch," Elise made a noise of disapproval, her hatred for him only continuing to grow. She had no idea what his intentions were, what sort of torture was lined up for her and her father or offer he was going to make. The tension made her nervous. "...What do you want?" she finally spoke up, her gaze no longer meeting his.

"Ah, playing clueless, are we?" Wilkins asked in a mocking tone. The tendrils moved around her as they readjusted their grip, causing Elise to shudder. He procured a remote from the one pocket on his lab coat that was still intact. "This controls everything about this enclosure. It's how I opened the door and turned on the lights," he explained. "It can also do... this!"

Marcus had been busy frantically rummaging through the steel drawers on the other end of the room when he was startled by the loud beep of the overhead speaker turning on. He turned on his heel and ran back to the glass wall, pressing against it with flat palms. "Elise? Can you hear me?" he shouted, wishing for nothing more than to be able to run in there and tear her away from that demon of a man.

Elise turned her head as she spotted her father running towards them out of the corner of her eye, hoping that he had found something that would get her out of here. However, all she heard was his muffled yells, and her heart sank. "I still can't hear you, Dad," she said miserably.

"Oh, but your father can hear us perfectly," Wilkins answered, staring back at the desperate man with satisfaction. "Isn't that right, Marcus?"

He tensed and gritted his teeth, his concern quickly turning back into resentment.

Elise tried to give her dad a very forced, very fake smile. "I'm okay, Dad," she assured him. "He hasn't done anything to me."

"Adorable. But let's get on with it," Wilkins said, the tendrils carrying her away from the wall. Elise couldn't stop a startled yelp as she felt herself moving, which made him chuckle slightly. "Just relax. Surely you wouldn't want your father to see and hear you get upset."

"Maybe I could relax if you took these stupid tendrils off of me!" Elise retorted. But as expected, they didn't budge.

Wilkins chuckled slightly, shoulders raised in a shrug. "I lack the capability of being able to fully control the parasite," he admitted. "It may react occasionally to my emotions, such as my earlier bout of anger, but for the most part the creature has a mind of its own." He smiled as the tendrils writhed around her body in its beautifully grotesque motions. "I think it likes you."

"How vile," Elise groaned, squirming in the beast's unrelenting grip. "What does this wretched abomination want with- huh?" She stopped mid-sentence as Wilkins retrieved another item from his pocket, and she could immediately tell that it was a syringe, the vial filled with a translucent, slightly pink fluid. She narrowed her eyes as a fresh wave of fear washed over her. "What the Hell is that?" she questioned the demon.

Wilkins nodded as the tendrils coiled around her torso began to help him locate a vein on her arm. Once he was satisfied with a location, he began to give her the injection. "This is one of the lab's many breakthroughs," he explained, watching the vial slowly start to empty. "I believe that your late mother Elizabeth had a role to play in its discovery, though I can't quite recall."

"Just answer the damn question!" Elise shouted, angry that he had mentioned her mother, the very woman he murdered, in such a manner. Her sentence ended in a slight wince as she felt the skin around her arm begin to heat up. Whatever this drug was, its effects were almost immediate.

She had thought that Wilkins would just laugh at her again, but he glanced up at her unamused. Wordlessly, he discarded the now-empty vial onto the floor and took out a second one, securing it in place, and started to inject her with a second dose. "It only starts to become lethal at around the fifth dose for someone of your build," he warned. "I'm perfectly content with letting it get to that point."

Elise's heart quickened, her breathing becoming more labored with each passing moment. The heat that was emanating from the injection site was starting to envelop her whole body. She probably would no longer have the strength in her legs to stand upright if she weren't being held by the tendrils. She wanted to argue but soon figured that it wasn't worth risking the third dose of this mystery drug. So she kept her mouth shut, glaring silently at the demon.

Wilkins nodded, probably just an unconscious habit at this point, and withdrew the second empty syringe. "Very good, Elise. You learn quickly," he praised, though his voice was insincere. "What you have just received is a derivative from a particular species of flora native to many of Hell's varying regions," he started to explain, keenly observing her reactions as he spoke. "While not yet given a proper name, the demonologists that discovered the plant decided to call it Aphrodite Fern."

Elise's face, now flushed and sensitive along with the rest of her body, tensed when she heard the name. Her head started to quiver with her increasing fear, her brows furrowed in confusion. "You can't be serious..."

Wilkins broke out in deranged laughter, a sound that bounced off the glass walls and echoed loudly in her ears. "The liquid secreted from the leaves of the Aphrodite Fern was found to drastically increase the body's output of hormones such as testosterone, estrogen and progestin, even dopamine!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands together as though he were a delighted child in a candy store. "It's practically a real-world aphrodisiac! Isn't it great?"

Elise let out a cry of panic as the tendrils began to coil around her again, the rough movements on her hypersensitive flesh causing her whole body to violently jerk. But the parasite attached to Wilkins ignored her reactions as they moved up and down her torso. They pulled her shirt off over her head, letting it fall behind her. "W-why?" she managed to choke out.

"When you're left alone for so long, not even needing to worry about food or sleep, you tend to have a lot of time to think," he told her. Wilkins reached a finger up to her right breast, protected only by her bra at this point. He gently began to circle around the areola, the simple movement wrenching a shrill gasp from her lips. "I figured that your mother's death was too quick, and normal torture too dull. I wanted to get creative with my revenge, to leave the same mental and emotional scars that the parasite has left on me." He smiled meaningfully at her, withdrawing his hand from her cleavage and reaching behind her for the clasp. "Slowly getting consumed by a demon is quite the traumatic experience." With one brisk movement of his thumb and index finger, the bra came undone, the tendrils quickly pushing it to the floor.

Elise could only shake her head in refusal, watching in horror as two of the black limbs snaked around her exposed chest. They began to lazily knead her breasts, the tapered tips flicking her nipples back and forth. The unfamiliar sensations on her tender flesh sent electric shock waves of pain and pleasure jolting through her, and she had to clench her jaw shut to keep herself from moaning.

Suddenly, the lights in the enclosure began to flicker a bit, the doors beginning to create rapid beeping sounds. The tendrils ceased their attack as Wilkins became distracted, allowing Elise a much needed moment to catch her breath.

Wilkins had been too caught up with Elise to notice that Marcus had slipped out of the room, and it appeared as though he found the source of the enclosure's power and was attempting to override the doors. Sure enough, as he reached for the remote, both doors slid open on their own, though the lights finally settled and remained on, which meant that the power wasn't completely cut.

Elise breathed a sigh of relief, however, Wilkins remained relatively unphased, if not somewhat annoyed at the interruption. He mindlessly readjusted his broken glasses and signaled for the tendrils to continue what they were doing as he heard Marcus's running footsteps from down the hallway. The parasite complied with the order, wrenching a frustrated yet pleasurable groan from her lips as they resumed tenderizing her cleavage.

Though Marcus wasn't quite within his field of vision yet, Wilkins began to talk to him anyway, knowing that he would be able to hear him from the overhead speaker. "Did you forget something, Marcus?" he taunted.

As the desperate father entered the room, he turned on the demon with incredible fury, starting to approach him with quick, long strides. "Let my daughter go, Russell, you son of a-"

"The parasite can grow in size!" Wilkins interrupted by answering his own question. At his words, more of the idle tendrils snapped to attention, quickly shooting for the opened door. Securing themselves around the frame, they began to increase their mass, forcing Marcus to stop in his tracks. Before long, the entrance was sealed with a cluster of bulbous, black shapes.

"Shit..." Marcus cursed, any hope he had of rescuing his daughter being crushed. Elise also felt her heart sink in despair at her dad's plight, and she had to fiercely blink away the tears that had started to well up in her eyes.

Wilkins looked at his two miserable prisoners with a sadistic grin plastered on his face. Reaching into his pocket, he spoke to the other man. "The only thing you succeeded in doing is securing your daughter a third dose of the aphrodisiac drug."

"No!" Elise screamed in protest, but Wilkins already had the next syringe in hand. He didn't even bother searching for the vein again, just used the small beads of blood left by the previous injection sites to insert the needle. "One dose is enough for most women to really enjoy their night," he told her as he pressed down on the plunger, emptying the vial. "Two can push even prostitutes to their limits. With three, though?" He couldn't help but chuckle. "You'll be achieving an orgasm every few seconds, I'm sure."

"Y-you're a monster!" Elise whimpered through panting gasps. The oscillations around her chest were becoming unbearable at this point, both intense pain and inexplicable pleasure attacking every one of her senses. The multiple applications of the drug sapped her strength, and her body hung limply within the parasite's grasp.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Wilkins replied. He remembered to check on Marcus, who he saw fruitlessly clawing at the unrelenting mass blocking the door. "Lured here with a simple pinger," he muttered with a disappointed shake of his head. "Are you really so desperate to prevent someone from digging up the past?"

A panicked scream from Elise interrupted him, and he turned around to find that the tendrils had managed to unbutton her jeans, pulling them down to her ankles. Her cellphone and the other pinger he had sent out fell to the floor with a clatter. The advance took Wilkins by surprise. Was the parasite capable of enjoying this as he was, or was it simply reacting to his desires?

One of the tendrils snaked its way in between her legs and began to caress her inner thighs, causing Elise to break out in a series of stifled moans and whimpers. Two more had wrapped around right below her knees, trying to pry her legs apart, but the denim around her ankles prevented this. An amused expression on his face, he raised his foot to step on them. Elise, realizing what was happening, desperately spread her feet apart as far as they would go, trying to keep them there. However, this only allowed the limb at her thighs access further upward, which it eagerly accepted. She couldn't stop her first real moan as it began to pet her crotch, her most sensitive areas protected only by the thin fabric of her panties.

Wilkins leaned in close to her, who was lifted off the ground just above his eye level in front of him. "Let's give it what it wants, shall we?" he asked her in a low voice.

Elise rapidly shook her head in a panic, eyes screwed shut to prevent any tears from falling. Her body jerked with involuntary convulsions as the tendrils began to get more rough with her.

His lips twisted upward in a sadistic grin, and he slammed his foot down. Her jeans, shoes, even her socks all fell to the tiled floor below her. The moment that her legs were freed from their constraints, the parasite snapped her legs open, and more tendrils began to greedily explore this new area. Wilkins stepped back stared for a moment, admiring the view. There had to be at least a dozen of them at this point, all ravishing her drugged up and delicate body. He greatly enjoyed seeing the parasite torment someone that wasn't him.

Elise had her teeth clenched so tightly that she believed they might break, but it still couldn't entirely stop her lustful moaning. At the increasingly intense fondling, it abruptly felt as though all of the pressure that was being built up inside her was released all at once. Her body shuddered deeply as this new sensation passed over her, before going slack. She felt as though she had pissed herself, and clear, pungent juices began to drip steadily from her already soaked underwear.

Wilkins frowned slightly at the sight, his tongue clicking in dissatisfaction. "It seems that your first orgasm passed uneventfully," he said, his hand once again fishing around in his pocket. "Perhaps you need another dose of the Aphrodite Fern?"

Elise's eyes shot open after being closed for what felt like ages, and she promptly squinted them again at how bright the room was. "Please, no more," she pleaded, surprised at how high pitched and shaky her voice sounded. "It's already too intense." She hated this, hated how her confidence and anger, as well her fierce protectiveness of her father, was so quickly diminished into pitiful begging.

However, Wilkins pretended to not hear her pleas, administering the fourth dose in the same manner as all the others. The floor was starting to become a serious health hazard with all of the discarded syringes. "You should still be alive once you come down from your high in a few hours," he assured her, though his voice was far from sympathetic. "Though I cannot say the same for any additional doses. So I hope that you two behave from here on out." He cast a quick glance in Marcus's direction, who was now sunken on his knees, head buried in his hands.

Satisfied, Wilkins returned his attention to Elise, who was stuck feeling both intense agony and intense ecstasy. The tendrils began to resume their actions, and she once again started to whimper and moan. Every movement caused fierce spikes of pleasure. Even her breathing made the back of her throat feel as though it was an erogenous zone.