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Virtual Unreality | lilguy | 8

 

Danya had him stripped naked. She held him up in the air by his neck. The scene change like a coat of paint washing over the room. It became a place of rock and fire. They were on top of a cliff with a hot tub and giant bed, and pool. The place overlooked a horde of the damned trapped and orgies going on forever. They were being raped by succubi and demons without mercy.

“WELCOME TO HELL SLAVE,” Danya said.

“Oh please, this cant be hell,” he said.

“Oh IT CAN, and is little one,” Danya said.

Her tail flapped. Two ropes appeared to tie his legs. It felt like a snake. Then it tied his wrists and floated him in the air. She felt his cock.

“Your erection dams you,” she said.

She walked around him and made a long electric bullwhip appear in her hand. She swung it around

CRACK
CRACK

CRACK!!!

He screamed in pain. The sound made Danya wet as the whip hit his flesh without mercy, hitting across his back and ass.

“Yess. Yessssssssssssssssss YOUR PAIN IS SO EXCITING, it's making me wet, yesss scream,” Danya said.

She hit him again and again as a tear ran down his eye.

“Cry for me…I am cumming!” Danya said.

Her body was dripping with sweat. She came, dripping down. Half an hour passed. His body was wrecked. She went behind him and put her sticky fingers in her mouth.

“Taste my demonic cum, you did this little one, you made me cum with your screams,” she laughed.

She grabbed his cock and with a few strokes he came.

“Pathetic HUMAN!” she said.

“Have mercy,” he cried.

“MERCY?” She laughed. “I've barely begun. Time doesn’t run the same here. Years here can be hours up there. I plan to whip your ass for a least a day or two, and that's just FOREPLAY,” she said.

“Please Go..”

She grabbed his neck and twisted his balls. “Don’t EVER say that name here, you abandoned him when you tried to fuck me you WIMP. Your MINE now.”

 

What happens to poor ted?

 
 
 

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