Hellish Retribution Ch. 02

"Just relax and remember to breathe, Elise," Wilkins replied, procuring the toy's small remote. With the click of a button, the plug started to vibrate, her entire body jerking in surprise. More tendrils quickly braced around the back of her head, as though to keep her from slamming down onto the steel table.

"Turn it off, turn it off!" Elise cried out, unable to contain her moans any longer. The intense vibrations massaged the aphrodisiac lube into her skin, making her more and more sensitive with each passing moment.

"Very good, Elise! Those are the noises I wanted to hear!" Wilkins praised. He put a small bit of the gel onto his gloved finger. "Heh. I've been wanting to try this for a while now."

Elise watched him dab the lube onto his tongue, bringing his face closer to her crotch. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized what he was about to do. "Wait, don't-" she started to plead, but was quickly interrupted when something was shoved into her mouth. It took her a moment of gagging and panicked flailing for her to realize that it was a cluster of tendrils, all entwined around one another. The parasite was getting more and more active, returning Wilkins to the way she first saw him last night. Except for this time, she could see exactly where each limb was emerging from.

After a bit of a struggle to keep Elise still, Wilkins started to lick her clitoris, smearing the gel onto the already-sensitive little nub in a circular motion. The parasite was obviously enjoying itself as well as it began to thrust some of its tendrils into Elise's throat, simulating rough oral sex. He wondered if the demon was even capable of experiencing the same stimulation that a human could, or if it just enjoyed the torture.

With both of their mouths preoccupied, there was no longer any conversation between them. The room echoed with the sounds of Elise's choked moans and the vibrating plug. She could barely even focus on the tendrils having their way with her, the intense stimulation on her ass and clitoris sending her to the brink of ecstasy.

Wilkins continued to pass his tongue along her pussy lips even as her contractions began. The orgasm came far too quickly for his liking, so he kept going, not once giving the little pearl a break. Although, with the parasite this active so soon after their last session, he found himself running out of stamina more and more quickly. He wouldn't be able to draw this out as long as he had hoped.

Elise's moans were practically screams at this point, her entire body thrashing around as much as it could against the restraints. The tendrils that had been thrusting in her mouth withdrew, her lewd noises becoming clear. She tried to use the opportunity to beg Wilkins to stop, but the torturous pleasure made formulating any sort of meaningful sentence impossible.

Luckily for her, Wilkins soon stopped on his own accord, pushing himself away right as she started her second orgasm. Or was it her third? He wasn't keeping count. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and his vision began to go black. He quickly braced himself against the wall, pulling out the remote and turning off the vibrator as he did so. The parasite, realizing how much it had weakened its host, withdrew its tendrils, becoming dormant once more.

Wilkins allowed himself some time for the dizzy spell to pass, while Elise focused on catching her breath. For the next few minutes, not a single word was exchanged between the two of them. It was probably the greatest mercy that Elise would be given during this Hell.

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Marcus jolted awake as his landline began ringing, nearly tipping back his chair. Everything that has happened last night was all one large blur in his memory, but the fact that he was passed out in his office with a pounding headache, next to a half-empty bottle of scotch and his prescription sleeping pills made him quickly remember that he was not in a good situation right now.

Once he righted himself, he glanced over at the number on the phone, his heart sinking when he saw that it was the college. "Ah, shit," he grumbled, realizing he had class today. He put his head in his hands, letting the call go to voicemail. He'd be lucky if he still had a job after all of this.

Hell, he'd be lucky if he still had his daughter.

Once the phone went silent, Marcus reached over and dialed a different number, crossing his fingers in prayer that they would pick up. And in his first true blessing since this whole thing started, he soon got an answer.

"Hi, you've reached Katherine Harris, how can I-"

"Please don't hang up," Marcus quickly interrupted in clear desperation. "I need your help, Kathy. Please, can we talk?"

The woman's voice on the other end was silent for a moment. "...Marcus, is that you?" she asked, her voice now filled with wary concern. "I thought I made it clear that I no longer wanted anything to do with you."

He let his head fall back down onto the desk with a groan. "I know, I'm sorry, I know. But Elise is in trouble, and I didn't know where else to turn," he responded.

"Elise?!" Katherine's voice snapped harshly at Marcus's words. "What happened to her, how is she in trouble?!"

"Russell kidnapped her, and is currently holding her hostage at that old laboratory," Marcus told her, his voice shaking with each word. "At least... gods, unless he already..."

"Russell Wilkins...? You can't be serious. Does that mean...?"

"Yea, it does. He still has the parasite, Kathy. It kept him alive all this time."

"Shit..."

For a long moment, there was only static coming from Katherine's end, and Marcus worried that she had disconnected the call. "Please. I- no, Elise needs your help. I don't know what to do. You know more about this thing than me."

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally spoke up. "Fine. I'll be right over."

He nearly broke into tears at her answer. "Gods, thank you so much, Kathy-"

"I'm only doing this for Elise's sake. Not yours."

A loud click signaled that she hung up. Marcus slumped over in relief, making the not-so-great decision to take a long swig of his scotch. He didn't even care that it was straight from the bottle, or that it was room temperature at this point. All that mattered to him was that he was finally getting help, even if it was from someone that he had never cared to talk to again.

Setting the bottle down, he turned to stare at the large framed photo that was hanging in his office. It was a family picture, with him and his departed wife, Elizabeth, sitting on either side of a much younger Elise. Marcus recalled the day when that photo was taken with fondness, remembering how Elise had thrown a tantrum because of how boring the whole ordeal was and the fact that she had to be all gussied up, even though the only 'dressy' thing Elizabeth could get her to wear was a blouse. The only way they got her to settle down for the picture was with the promise of stopping for ice cream on the way home.

Marcus realized he was crying at this point, something he hadn't done since the funeral. "I'm so sorry I let this happen, Elizabeth," he whispered, wiping away the tears with the back of his hand. "Please watch over our daughter for us, wherever you are."

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"And... there, that should be fine," Wilkins muttered to himself as he positioned a large mirror to lean against the wall. He turned his attention back to Elise, who kept her eyes to the floor, gritting her teeth against the vibrator that he had turned on again a few minutes prior. Tutting in disapproval, he walked over to her and yanked her head up by her hair, causing her to yelp in surprise. "Smile, Elise. You can see yourself now."

Elise glared at the miserable state she was in. Wilkins had flipped her over and restrained both her wrists and her ankles to the corners of the table. Since it was a few feet shorter than Elise was, she had her knees scrunched up against her chest, which made her ass raise and pressed her cleavage against the cold steel. The position was somehow even more uncomfortable than the last one.

Wilkins let go of her hair, briefly making sure that her chin didn't slam against the table before walking back behind her. Due to the mirror, Elise saw everything he was doing, which consisted of him wheeling a table filled with sex toys into her field of vision. Her jaw almost hit the floor at the sight. Multiple dildos in various shapes and sizes, vibrators, paddles and floggers, clamps, pumps, and various other items that she couldn't recognize were all on clear display. The absurd idea of this demented scientist shopping around for all of this kink stuff probably would have struck her as being funny, was she not the one being held against her will. She couldn't imagine how long he's been planning out this sexual torture.

"Now then..." Wilkins began to peruse the table's contents, picking out one of the thinner, more flexible dildos, along with a roll of tape. He made Elise raise her ass up higher, which was still being massaged by the vibrating plug, and got a clear view of her soaking snatch. "After bearing through with what stole your virginity last night, this should be no problem for you," he told her, inserting the dildo in one smooth, swift motion.

He was right. Elise could barely feel it make its way inside her. She watched him work through the mirror's reflection, her green eyes were expressionless. "Why are you so intent on trying to make all of this feel good for me?" she inquired with genuine curiosity. "What does it matter? It doesn't change anything."

Before Wilkins responded to her, he switched the dildo's vibrator on, causing her to whimper slightly. "Classical conditioning, dear Elise," he replied, placing some of the tape over the dildo to keep it from falling out. "My goal is to make it so that you get aroused from the mere sight of me." He placed a gloved hand over the still-vibrating butt plug, teasing her with it as he very slowly began to pull it out. "After all, I aim to make you the parasite's new host by introducing it to lust. You need to be able to satisfy its demands on command."

Wilkins removed the plug entirely, though her back passage did not completely close up. He set it aside and discarded the latex gloves he had been wearing. Making sure he was in full view of the mirror, he hooked his thumbs around the waistband of his trousers. "Let's get started, then. Try not to tense up, Elise. That would just make it needlessly painful."

Elise felt her cheeks get hot with embarrassment as he pulled down his pants, casually kicking them to the side. His turgid member was already standing straight up and ready to go, practically touching his belly button. It was impossible to tell if he was that large naturally, or if he was using the parasite to make it seem more imposing.

Wilkins climbed over on top of her, his large hands completely covering her own as he got into position. He straightened up to where he was kneeling, one hand grabbing her hip for support while the other gently guided the tip of his cock to press against her ass, which was still completely coated with lube.

The two of them stared at each other through the mirror, Elise looking both exhausted and on the verge of tears, whereas Wilkins wore the same kind expression that he did when he stole her virginity. The parasite began to writhe slightly from under his skin, yet never emerged. It appeared as though he would have her all to himself this time.

"Remember to relax and breathe, Elise," Wilkins told her softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Relax and breathe." He began to slowly push his way inside her, making sure that her walls didn't clench shut and halt his progress.

Elise gripped the edge of the steel table as tightly as she could, the steel cuffs around her wrists digging into her skin. Her entire body was quivering, both from fear and from the pleasure wrought by the vibrator that continued to massage her pussy. She tried to look down and away from the mirror, but Wilkins quickly cupped his hand around her chin, forcing her head up.

Wilkins remained kneeling until he was a bit over halfway inside, where the lube from his fingers ran out. He leaned forward over Elise, bringing his head right up next to her's, a sadistic smile plastered on his face. "I'm going to start thrusting from here, okay?" he told her.

"G-Get your disgusting face away from me!" Elise shouted in reply, trying to turn her head away even though he was still holding it by her chin. She did not mimic his calm behavior, rather growing more irritated because of it.

Wilkins chuckled at her reaction, pumping his hips back and forth as he endeavored to insert himself deeper inside of her. She had a strong soul and a defiant will. It was no wonder that the parasite was interested in her from the beginning. A toy that broke too easily was no fun. He was starting to share the demon's fascination for her.

He snapped out of his thoughts and straightened back up, his cock finally buried up to the base inside of her ass. He briefly mused over the idea of having it grow in length, wondering how far it would be able to travel up her intestines. However, he quickly decided that that would be a terrible idea for multiple reasons.

"I think I've kept you waiting long enough," Wilkins said to Elise. "And, damn, that aphrodisiac lube is really potent. I hope I didn't overdo it." Huh, now that he thought about it, maybe he was supposed to dilute the gel in water? That would explain why it was so thick. He waved the thought away, the only thing that he was focusing on now was that his cock was now burning with desire. He roughly gripped her buttocks and began ramming her, grunting with each thrust from the exertion.

Elise moaned in time with him, incapable of being able to muffle her voice. Wilkins being so rough with her should have been excruciating, but she was entirely unable to differentiate between what was painful and what was pleasurable. The vibrator oscillating over her G spot on one side while it was constantly being pounded against on the other sent her over the moon.

I hate this. I hate him. I want to go home. She desperately held onto those three thoughts as she was starting to lose her grip on reality. No matter what happened to her, she was determined to keep on resisting.

"Shit-" Wilkins cursed under his breath as he unexpectedly blew his first load deep inside her, much sooner than he wanted. He stopped as he rode out his orgasm, silently berating himself on using the aphrodisiac lube and then neglecting to wear a condom. Hell, he wasn't sure if he had even bought condoms.

The parasite's tendrils squirmed underneath him, and he had lived with it long enough to understand that it was content. However, it made no move towards Elise, once again returning to a dormant state. His brows furrowed, his once-good mood quickly becoming sour.

Wilkins dug his nails into Elise's skin, wrenching from her a cry of pain. Fighting through his post-orgasm exhaustion, he resumed his thrusting with renewed vigor, the speed and force surprising even him.

"St-st-stop! Slow down, slow down!" Elise screamed over at him. The piece of tape that was over her pussy, now wet with her juices, fell off, the vibrator soon following it. The pleasant stimulations in both of her holes were suddenly wrenched from her, leaving her scared and confused. Not even the lube could completely mask the agony she was beginning to feel.

"You enjoy her! You enjoy what we do to her!" Wilkins shouted, pausing his movements as he came a second time. The beast inside of him stirred, just a little. "Why are you still here? Why the Hell are you still here?! She's right there! Take her! End this torment and take her!"

Elise was shaking in terror at this point, his sudden temper tantrum coming out of nowhere. She began to struggle against the restraints, fruitlessly trying to throw the horrible man off of her. He leaned over her in response, his body completely encapsulating her's.

"This damnable hellspawn is the source of your torment, Elise. Not I," Wilkins told her apologetically. "You know me. You know that I would never hurt you. Oh, Elizabeth would never forgive me if I hurt you."

"Leave my mother out of this!" Elise screamed through tears. "You killed her! Dad and I hurt every single day because of you!"

"The parasite killed her!" Wilkins yelled back at her. "Can't you see that it compels me to do its bidding? I am nothing more than a hollow shell for it to use!" He leaned in even closer to her, to where she could feel his hot, panting breaths against her ear. "I'm so tired, Elise. I no longer know what it feels like to sleep. If only you would become its new host, then this torment can end. For both of us."

He straightened back up and immediately started another round of rough anal sex, fueled by hatred and the gel from the Aphrodite Fern. "But. It. Won't. Leave!" he grunted with each hard thrust. The tendrils moved more violently within him, a few of them beginning to emerge. "You said you would take her! You promised me! So end my suffer-"

Wilkins was interrupted with a choking gasp, right as he released his third cumshot inside of her. He kneeled there for a moment, staring wordlessly at the mirror, at the tendrils that we're now wrapped around his throat, cutting off his air supply. Then he collapsed off the side of the table, unconscious.

Elise was still shaking even in the silence that followed, her bottom lip quivering as she calmed herself down enough to keep herself from crying. If she ever had any doubts before any of this, she was now completely certain that Wilkins was a psychopath. She took a few moments and a couple of deep, long breaths, allowing her emotions to settle down and her heart rate to slow.

Once she felt a little better, she tested her restraints, wondering how or if she was going to be able to get out of them. Like many other things in this lab, the cuffs were steel and electronic, so brute forcing her way to freedom was impossible.

Just as Elise was about to resign herself to waiting for her captor to wake up, the cuffs unlatched, releasing her. Grateful yet confused, she stumbled off of the table, almost immediately losing her balance and falling to the floor.

That was when she noticed that the parasite was still active, managing to wrap one of its tendrils around the remote that Wilkins carried to open the restraints. Multiple other limbs began to expertly redress their host, as though this was a common occurrence between the two of them. Now that she thought about it, she found it strange that Wilkins was saying that he could no longer sleep, yet here he was, unconscious on the floor next to her. Where did he go, then?

Elise startled out of her thoughts as the tendrils coiled around her neck, also constricting her ability to breathe. Was this it for her, then? Was the parasite going to leave Wilkins behind and make her its new host? Would she be able to say goodbye to her father before she was completely consumed?

Not being able to answer any of these questions, everything slowly faded into black.