Hellish Retribution Ch. 01

"With so much dopamine coursing through you, the difference between pain and pleasure may start to become blurred," he conversed with her in a casual manner. "On top of that, your body's sensitivities are heightened to an extent far greater than what can ever be achieved naturally. My, I don't think you'll be able to enjoy normal sex ever again!" Wilkins said with an amused laugh.

His words rang in her ears and her heart skipped a beat. Wet emerald eyes turned to face the demonic man, her tension and nerves causing her once relaxed body to tense up again. She opened her mouth to try and say something to him, but all that came out was a nervous exhale.

Picking up at her body language, Wilkins quizzically raised an eyebrow. "Oh, what's the matter?" he asked mockingly. "You were really enjoying yourself a moment ago." He gestured his finger in an upward motion, to which the parasite complied. The tendrils lifted her further into the air, her crotch now at eye level.

"Stay away from me!" Elise shouted in fear. A tendril quickly wrapped itself around her head, pressing hard against her mouth and jaw, muffling any noise she made. She jerked her body with a start, but she was held firmly in place.

"I have eight more doses with me now and dozens more in the botany lab," Wilkins warned, but he knew that the threat was unnecessary by now. He stared at the panties covering her most precious assets, which were drenched in viscous liquid and smelled of female hormones and ammonia. Figuring that he had dealt with worse than this, he reached out to pull them off, but the parasite was one step ahead of him. Two tendrils hooked themselves over the top of the thin fabric and pulled, easily tearing it in half. As it dropped to the floor, Elise was now completely exposed to him. However, he couldn't help but marvel at how attuned he seemed to have become to the demon attached to him.

"Let's see-" as Wilkins began to speak, he was once again distracted. But what caught his attention this time was the glass wall to the Hellgate room switching to opaque. He chuckled softly at the sight, while Elise's eyes filled with sadness. "It appears as though poor Marcus Richardson has met his limit," he mused. "How unfortunate for him to be unable to mute the speakers as well."

The tendril acting as a gag withdrew as quickly as it had appeared, reallowing Elise the ability to talk. "Leave him alone..." she murmured softly. "He has already been through so much." While she did put her father before herself, she couldn't help but feel slightly upset at his decision, despite how selfish that made her feel. He was the strongest man she knew and was her only remaining source of comfort in this dark moment of Hell. Now that he had hidden away, she felt so alone.

"Very well," he agreed, turning back to the task at hand. "You have my sole attention from this point forward." The tendrils lifted her just above Wilkins, giving him a perfect view of her pussy lips. He spread them apart with his thumb and index finger to get a better look, delighting in the cute whimpering noises she made. He examined her in silence for a few long moments, enjoying the building tension, before finally speaking up. "I believe I understand why you became so nervous a few minutes ago," he began, ducking back out from under her crotch. "My dear Elise, are you perhaps a virgin?"

Elise ground her teeth at the question but quickly stopped as even that became too sensitive to do. Wilkins had hit the nail on the head, though. She was never romantically involved with anyone, and hardly ever masturbated anymore. The only guy that she had so much as shared a bed with was with her dad, which she hadn't done since she was a kid with night terrors. Gripped with a sudden sense of shame, she nodded wordlessly to his question, no longer able to meet his gaze. The thought of her first time being stolen by this monster made her want to ball up and cry, but she somehow remained strong.

Wilkins clasped his hands jovially, his eyes practically lighting up. "Good for you, Elise!" he praised her with a laugh, lightly brushing his thumb up against her inner thigh. It caused her to shiver, but nothing more. "I find that many people are too impatient to lose their virginity and become sexually active at a much younger age. It's good to see that you tried to wait for the right guy to come along."

He dipped back under her crotch, Elise no longer able to see his face. However, he still continued to talk to her, and the feeling of his hot breath against her wet and exposed privates made her legs twitch uncontrollably.

"It may be difficult to notice at first, but your hymen appears to be perfectly healthy and intact," he conversed, ever so gently tracing the thin membrane with a calloused finger. The tendrils did their best to keep Elise as still as possible as she involuntarily bucked her hips in retaliation, as though encouraging him to continue. "This small mucous lining is generally seen as a symbol of a woman's purity, as it often stretches or even tears during the initial penetration." He moved past the hymen, proceeding to insert his finger into her soaking snatch, forcing a shrill gasp from her.

Wilkins began to pump in and out of her, getting a feel for her walls while also getting her used to the feeling of a foreign object inside her. Still, he continued to prattle on, just now realizing how starved for conversation he had been. "But it always doesn't go that way for every woman. Some end up tearing the mucosa before their first time, usually due to some sort of injury done to the nether regions. For others, it may take multiple sessions of intercourse before the membrane stretches out. Some women simply never lose their hymen at all."

He fell silent for a minute as he began to focus on what he was doing, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts. He used his free hand to push back her clitoral hood and started stroking, twisting, and fondling the little pink nub. "I wonder which category you will fall into," he absentmindedly mused.

Elise couldn't even hear what Wilkins was saying at this point, only able to focus on the blinding white hot flashes of pleasure that emanated from her core. Her moans and lustful sighs practically drowned out his voice anyway, every labored inhale of hers only adding to the mounting pleasure. Even the tendrils began playing with her boobs again, increasing the stimulation that much further.

But still, this all felt so wrong. She didn't want this. In fact, this was one of the very last things on this God-given Earth that she would ever want. So why... why-?

"Why does it feel so gooood!?" Elise screamed in both frustration and ecstasy as her second orgasm slammed into her, this one much stronger than the last. Her entire body spasmed with such force that the tendrils had to squeeze her as tightly as they could to keep from dropping her, the choking constrictions only serving to heighten the experience.

Wilkins withdrew his finger as soon as he felt the contractions, a long trail of grool following along as he backed up a few steps to admire the view. He absentmindedly wiped his drenched hand onto his lab coat before undoing the few buttons that still remained intact. He wished that he could fully take it off, but the parasite pooling out of every single sleeve and hole in the fabric made doing so impossible.

Elise continued to twitch from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her entire body tingling. She probably looked as though she had just been electrocuted. She certainly felt like she was. On top of that, the aching heat that was emanating from her core had only grown stronger as she felt it throb alongside her heartbeat.

Elise's mind was breaking, but her body, still very much under the effects of four doses of the aphrodisiac, was still unsatisfied.

Wilkins smirked a bit, much more satisfied with this reaction than her last one. Elise glared at him wordlessly, a mixture of anger, fear, and nervous excitement burning in her eyes. Her face was wetted with tears and drool, as she was completely unable to wipe it away, and the tendrils certainly weren't doing her any favors. She waited for him to speak up first, fully expecting him to ridicule her for cumming the way she did.

However, when Wilkins finally did resume talking, he just carried on with another one-sided conversation. "When the parasite chooses a host, it seeks to augment a variety of the body's current attributes for its own use," he told her.

He fell silent again, and it took Elise a moment for her to realize that he seemed to expect an answer from her. Or perhaps he just wanted to hear her talk after all of the abuse she put her vocal cords through. "What does that have to do with any of this?" she snapped impatiently, hating how hoarse her voice was.

"I just thought I'd preface with an explanation as to what I am about to show you," he answered with sincerity. Elise turned away with a sudden shyness as he shamelessly pulled down his trousers.

"Look, Elise," Wilkins coaxed as she looked away from him. "I want you to look at the cock that will steal away your purity. It is the one thing from the parasite that I have full control over." A tendril wrapped around and violently jerked her head back to face him, and she cried out in sheer terror at what she saw.

The tendril that appeared before her was not black, but rather a color similar to his flesh, and was much thicker as well. It throbbed with life, veins running along its entire length, a length that should never even exist in the first place. Topped with an angry, purplish-red head, its lascivious design made it incredibly obvious that this was his penis. It was a truly abhorrent sight.

"Most species of fauna, whether they're of mortal or demonic origin, all possess a similar method of reproduction," Wilkins started to explain, making sure to always keep his member within her field of vision. "Arguably, it is the most important function of any living being, the sole reason for a species to exist for multiple generations. It only makes sense for the reproductive organ to be improved on by the parasite."

"Bullshit. There's no way..." she choked out, but had to stop when her throat tightened as she fought back tears.

Wilkins was quick to wave off her concerns. "The vagina has quite the elasticity to it, able to stretch open and accommodate objects that are much larger than how it first appears," he assured her, though Elise remained very much unassured. "With the added effects of the Aphrodite Fern, any discomfort you may experience should be quickly replaced with great pleasure." He smiled meaningfully at her, readjusting the broken frames on his face as he brought the phallic tendril closer to her drenched cunt. "Just relax your body, and it will all go a lot smoother." He gently rubbed the tip up and down her slit, which sent his own electric jolt of pleasure running through him.

Elise's head quivered as she whimpered with both pleasure and fear. She averted her gaze to the opaque window, desperately searching for her father through the fogged up glass. Was he still there, tormented by the sounds of her torture? Or had he fled the ruins, perhaps seeking to help her another way? It was impossible to know.

She hung her head, completely losing the will to resist anymore. It was hopeless at this point. She was so tired.

A dull yet searing pain at her entrance interrupted her, forcing a strangled groan as she involuntarily gnashed her teeth. She looked down to see the phallic tendril part her pussy lips with its large, mushroom head as it slowly began to push its way inside her. As much as she wanted to look elsewhere, she found that she couldn't tear her gaze away from her grotesque deflowerment.

A shudder passed over Wilkins once the tip was rested fully inside. Even the parasite, who seemed to always be moving its limbs in a mindless fashion, had stilled almost to a complete stop. Noticing a small trickle of blood starting to mix in with the rest of the fluid plastered to her thighs, his lips tugged upward in a smile. "It tore," he told her with gratification, but his voice sounded far away.

The tendril started to ease its way further in, Elise's chest heaving as more and more strain was placed on her inexperienced pussy. She glared down at Wilkins through tearful eyes, who returned her harsh gaze with a soft, almost kind expression. He looked so happy. It only served to make the situation that much more disgusting to her.

Elise's body jolted unexpectedly as the head of the shaft bumped up against her cervix, the pressure that it was placing there causing an unfamiliar sense of discomfort. It appeared to park itself there, as unmoving as the man it belonged to. Her walls began to squeeze and contract around it in an attempt to expel the intruder, or perhaps to invite it further in.

"This is as far as it will go," Wilkins informed her. "Enjoy." With that, he began thrusting at a relaxed pace, getting her cunt used to his length and girth. The other tendrils abruptly snapped out of their trance, resuming their constrictions all across her body. There were much more of them there than what was needed to hold her up, to the point where it would have been impossible to tell which one of them was the parasite's host.

The glass walls of the enclosure echoed the sounds of her lewd sighs and moans, as well as the sopping wet friction below her, creating a sickening ambiance that surrounded them. Elise felt like her mind was melting from how hot her body had become, and every movement and labored breath caused a new spike of pleasure to course through her due to the injections.

The unrelenting piston gradually sped up, slightly changing its angle with each thrust as it searched for her most sensitive areas. Copious amounts of sexual juices mixed with its precum, which lubricated the phallus even further. The few tendrils that were still idle had wrapped themselves around the remaining length, and Wilkins couldn't control the slight twitching in his hips from the added stimulation.

"I've wondered how the ejaculation would work with a cock like this," Wilkins conversed through labored grunts. "Will my body create more semen to compensate for the length it has to travel? Does the sperm count increase as well in such a case?" He smirked up at her, eyes narrowing. "I suppose we'll find out soon enough."

Even through the extreme pleasure, Elise felt fear grip her heart at his words. "N-not inside me," she managed to whimper. "Don't cum inside me-eeeee!" Her pleas were quickly reduced to a high-pitched scream as the tendril brushed up against an unexpectedly erogenous zone, her entire body quaking at the intense new sensation.

"Ah, it appears I've found your G spot," Wilkins observed, changing his attack into a series of quick and shallow thrusts that repeatedly hit the button-like protrusion. "A cluster of clitoral nerves located at the anterior wall of the vagina. You're lucky, Elise. Not every woman is able to experience this type of stimulation."

One of the parasite's tendrils reached over to stroke her incredibly tender clit, the white-hot pleasure completely taking her breath away. Her toes curled, her hips involuntarily moving alongside his tempo. She couldn't even think anymore, and her body went into complete autopilot mode. All of the pressure that had been building up inside her was released, throwing her into what felt like one long, continuous orgasm.

Wilkins was also reaching his limit at this point, his movements becoming more and more awkward. "If you become pregnant, then I'm sure you'll bear a wonderfully brilliant child," he taunted, wondering if she could even hear him anymore. His cock punched right up against her cervix, spilling its hot seed deep inside her. Elise's body convulsed at her repulsive defilement, but the lascivious tendril held firm, refusing to budge until both of their orgasms had long passed.

After was felt like an eternity, the tendrils finally let Elise go, depositing her onto the cold tile floor as the cock returned to its normal shape and size. The rest of the parasite also retreated, and for the first time, Wilkins looked like a completely normal man.

He walked up to where she lay, still twitching from the aftershock. She appeared to be unconscious or perhaps was simply too exhausted and broken to do anything. Wilkins cackled at the depressing sight.

"That was fun, Elise. We should do that again soon," he said, though she still didn't react. He kneeled down before her, entwining a lock of her hair around his finger. "This is just the beginning," he whispered to her. "I'll make sure that you really understand what happened to me that day."

Wilkins stood back up, nearly collapsing back down again as he did. The parasite being so active all at one time had greatly weakened him, the onset exhaustion only increasing his resentment for the Richardsons. Grumbling to himself, he picked up Elise and carried her outside of the enclosure, bracing himself for a confrontation with Marcus.

However, the girl's father was nowhere to be found. It seems as though he had fled after fogging up the glass. Wilkins clicked his tongue in annoyance, realizing he'd have to stay alert for his return. He understood the incredible bond that the father and daughter shared. He knew that Marcus was too stubborn to abandon her.

He admired Elise's sleeping form for a moment longer, before suddenly erupting into a bout of loud, sadistic laughter. He finally had the opportunity to get his hellish revenge, and he was going to use it to its fullest extent.

"I hope you're ready Elise. I can't wait to show you what it feels like to be trapped between Heaven and Hell." With that, Wilkins exited the room, continuing towards their next destination.