2 comments/ 27086 views/ 6 favorites Once Upon a Time in Hell Ch. 02 By: wet_special Welcome back! In this chapter, Matt finds out who he is. Disclaimers are in part one. Of course, all characters are over 18. Hope you enjoy. Chapter 2 Matt and Sheila were walking hand in hand through the blackness of the rocky wasteland that lay in every direction beyond the Sanctuary of Forsaken Souls. They slowly picked their way among the rocks and sand, and a charred breeze blew over them. For the most part, they did not speak. There was little to say after Matt announced his intentions to Sheila. He was going to bring her to the Valley of Judges. He was confident that she should be judged. Sheila held that it was insanity, but she plodded on. She craved his touch, particularly the way his big hands encircled her neck when they fucked. Besides, eternity was a bore, and she was enjoying Matt's companionship more than any other soul she had been screwing in the Sanctuary. "Ow!" she cried, stubbing her toe and stumbling. Matt steadied her. He lifted her easily into his arms and cradled here, and resumed marching through the dark waste. "I'm okay," she said after a few minutes. "So am I. I could do this indefinitely." "Look," she said, pointing to the horizon. "See the redness?" "Great!" Matt said as he saw it. "We're finally heading out of these dark wastes!" "And heading into Avernus. It's a fiery lava field full of demons. Are you sure you don't want to turn back now?" "There is no turning back," Matt replied. "You'll change your mind when you see it," she warned, but to no avail. He insisted on moving forward, and carried he while he plodded on towards the red light. After a few miles, Matt noticed that it was becoming possible to pick out the rocks that were strewn along the hill, so he let Sheila walk, and they picked up the pace a little. Looking over at Sheila, Matt admired not only her supple, feminine curves but also the purpose in her step, the focus in her gaze. She in turn would frequently turn to look at him, the goliath of a man, the dim glow from the horizon accenting his mountainous muscles. She wondered what their potential was. Could he fight the demons with his bare hands, and win? Such a mortal was unheard of, or at least very rare. He would have had to have been a mighty prophet to have such a strong spirit. The dirt gave way to bare rock. They made their way over a rise and surveyed the lands beyond. Black volcanic rock was lined with veins of lava. Suddenly they spotted a creature emerging from a cave. It was a marilith, a six-armed woman who from the hips down had a powerful, massive snake tail. Her torso was a sickly jaundiced color and her hair was writhing with snakes. Her lips were the color of seaweed and she bared sharp fangs. The obscene creature had full, heavy breasts that it was cradling seductively. It brandished an assortment of blades in its hands. "Get back!" shouted Matt as he placed himself between Sheila and the demonic creature. The demon moved with surprising alacrity, slamming Matt with her tail and sending him sprawling. She lunged for him, coiling her trunk-like tail around his body and squeezing. She held her blades at the ready if needed. Matt struggled, pushing out against the demon's crushing constriction attack. Slowly, he pushed back against her, and she cursed him in her demonic tongue and began cruelly carving out his eyes and flaying the flesh from his face. He tried to shut his eyes as her serrated cleaver tore into his flesh and popped his eyeballs. A lesser soul would have given up, but Matt was determined to make the snake bitch suffer. He reached out with both hands, groping wildly and grasping her forearms. He pulled on her arms with a sudden jerk, until she was too close for swords. Then, he head-butted her. He could only hope that his technique had been effective. He twisted his arms around hers, snapping two of her arms off at the elbows. She recoiled in pain and tried to slither away, but he lunged for the sound and got her tail. He squeezed until he crushed the powerful corded muscles underneath, leaving much of her tail paralyzed. The marilith tried to move, but her tail was dead weight on her body. She flailed at the ground and dropped her weapons in an attempt to crawl away from the giant's crushing arms. Matt however was feeling his way up the rest of her tail. He sat down on the small of her back and grabbed the her head, pulling and twisting it. The snakes in her hair bit his arms repeatedly, filling them with venom, and she tried to pull his hands away with her arms, but he held on with desperation and twisted with all his might. Unable to rip her head off, Matt tore her other arms off. Now with six arm stumps flailing, she was all but helpless as he proceeded to pound her face into the rock. He grabbed her head with both hands and slammed it into the ground, over and over. Each time it made a sickening sound like rotten wood crunching. He kept going until her head had been crushed to a pulp. The demon's corpse dissolved into thin air, and a rush of light began pouring out of Matt's body. His eyes and mouth glowed, as did all of the wounds in his face and arms. Energy filled his being to the core, and flooded out. In a blaze of light his wounds were healed, the poisons purged, and his strength renewed. "You can fight them! You can!" Sheila jumped for joy, hope filling her heart. "That was too close," he said. He scanned the skies, both eyes in sharp focus. "Quick, there are others coming this way. Come on, run!" He led her towards a cave that he spotted not far away. As soon as they had entered it, however, their surroundings seemed to dissolve and change. They found themselves in a strange hallway lined with doors. Dim green light from the far end of the hall illuminated the way, and from the cracks in the doors, came light of other colors, from red to yellow to white. A ferocious-looking demon with the legs of a bull and the head of a white wolf and a battle axe turned and spotted them. A snake growing from its back hissed at them. "Quick!" Sheila called, opening the door next to her. She tumbled through it, but when he attempted to follow the door had already slammed shut and was locked. The demon, a molydeus, was almost upon him, and it was swinging a wicked looking battle axe. Matt lunged for the door across the hall, and tumbled through. Little did he realize that like Sheila, he had walked through a one way door to the lair of a demon. He was ankle deep in hot water, inside of a cave. The walls were illuminated by an intense red glow. "Sheila!" he called, spinning around. She was not there. The room was unoccupied, from what he could tell. The cavern was ringed with a series of stalactites and stalagmites that formed a wall, there was only darkness beyond. One side of the room had a smooth rock formation that protruded from the shallow water to form an island large enough to lie on. The cave was about the size of a typical living room, and there were a few shelves with books and candles. Opposite from the side of the room with the island, the floor beneath the water seemed to drop away, the water was deep and black. No, there was something there. As he watched, a female slowly emerged from the water. She possessed surpassing beauty, dark red lips curled in a seductive smile and her steaming curves were dripping with rivulets of hot water from the water she had just emerged from. The sight of her generous curves and nearly hairless pussy almost overwhelmed Matt. He took note of her horns, bat-like wings, and a tail, and even if he had no idea what a succubus was, he suspected it would tempt him in order to defeat him. He made a lunge for her, sure that he would break her scrawny neck with a quick twist, but the floor was too slippery and he couldn't pounce as fast as he hoped. She dodged and levitated to one side. He plunged into the hot water, creating an enormous splash that rebounded throughout the room. He was now submerged in the water, heated from a hot spring somewhere. It made his body tingle all over and he shut his eyes tight to keep the water from stinging them. He kicked for the ground below and felt nothing but water. With a stroke from his arms, he reached the surface, sputtering, and hurriedly wiped the water from his face. Blinking, he scanned every corner of the room only to find the succubus reclining on a rock as if it were as soft as a couch. She was propped up on one elbow and smiling with amusement. Matt's body was growing hotter every second he stayed in the water, and the heat was making him dizzy. Her sexy laugh was quite unmistakable, even amidst the splashing and through his waterlogged ears. He struggled to pull himself up out of the water. The rock was smooth and slippery and he was forced to reach forward, place his palms flat on the rock and very slowly push his body up out of the water until he could lift a knee up over the ledge. "My my, what have we here," she mused, as his muscles flexed and he made his way up onto the ledge. "Such an amazing specimen. You look good enough to eat." Matt was so dizzy he could barely take a step forward. Was it the heat, or something else? He took a step forward and clenched his fist. He tried to reach back, but his body would not respond. "I wouldn't bother trying to kill me in my own lair. You don't have a prayer in hell." She giggled. "Oh, I rarely get to use that one," she sighed wistfully. "Really, big man, why bother?" She took a bottle of perfume down from a shelf. Pointing it at Matt's face, she squeezed the pink bladder several times, releasing a series of pink clouds that floated towards him. His cock twitched with the very first puff of perfume that hit his nostrils, the flowery musk made his mind spin harder with each cloud that hit. She walked up to him and pressed her fingertips against his rigid abs. "Truly amazing. Who are you?" "I don't know," he managed dumbly. "Call me Matt." "That's better," she said, confident that he would not try to kill her anymore. "Mine is Aryella. Pleased to meet you." She was close enough to sniff his cock, and she immediately sensed that he had been with another woman. The other thing she sensed was that he was a very pure soul. Practically a virgin. "This Sheila you've been fooling around with, she can't make you feel anything close to what you're about to experience," she went on, moving closer to him. Her face was about the height of his sternum, and she was very close to him. "Oh my, oh my oh my!" she exclaimed. "I know I smell pussy here, but there's something else I smell. Have you never, not once--" Her green eyes burst into fire for a moment as she reached out to cradle his heavy nut sac. "You're practically, for all intents and purposes, a virgin! What's more, you've lived a long life. A long, horrible life no doubt, because for all those years you never once spilled your load! You never came! Not once! Not once!" Aryella could hardly contain her excitement, and as she massaged Matt's nuts, his cock grew rock hard and he shuddered. Her eyes continued to burn with green flames until she finally pulled her hand away. Despite the way that evil intent was written all over her face, Matt found himself fantasizing about doing Aryella in all sorts of ways. His mind was not his own. He needed to escape, but where was he? "Where am I?" he managed. "You are in a small pocket dimension near both hell and the astral plane. It's not much, but I'm sure you'll find it cozy enough." Aryella had woven many spells through her little room-sized realm, and she took pride in it. "Have a seat on that rock," she added. "I wasn't expecting such a special occasion." "What to wear," she mused to herself, standing on the far end of the room. She turned her back to Matt and snapped her fingers. A full length mirror rose up out of the water and she posed in front of it. With a small arcane gesture, her reflection was suddenly clothed in lacy red lingerie, her ample breasts pushed up high and spilling out of half cup corset. "What do you think, too tacky?" she asked as she looked at Matt's reaction through the mirror. "How about this?" She waved her hand and now her reflection had her wearing a Catholic schoolgirl's outfit, except the pleated skirt was too short to be believed, and she wore thigh high stockings instead of socks. Her reflection's dark hair was done up in cute curly pigtails. "Not bad," she chuckled. She turned to face him, and as she turned the outfit appeared on her. In one quick movement, she was modeling the schoolgirl outfit for him while giving him a mischievous smirk. "I don't understand how you got to live your whole life without letting loose a little steam, but I imagine that religion had something to do with it. I chose this outfit because it seems to be popular among repressed men. You must have been very, very repressed." As she said that, she pursed her lips into a kissy face. "I don't know," he replied. "I wish I did, I would tell you if I could." "You poor, poor thing. Don't worry, as I begin to taste you, I'll learn," she said, strutting towards him while unbuttoning her blouse. Her horns and tail, those signs of her demonic nature, faded from sight. She looked like a young girl but her steps were hypnotic. The red light in the cavern grew dim, replaced only by a white light on Aryella. She seemed to be walking on dry ground now, and for some reason she was not growing closer. It didn't matter, Matt enjoyed watching her walk, watching her hips sway. She removed her blouse entirely and her heavy breasts were encased in a naughty red satin bra. "Let's get to know you, while you get to know me," Aryella said, twisting the ends of her pigtails around her fingers and then releasing them with a bounce. "We'll need some scenery." Illumination to the background returned, but now they appeared to be in a secluded forest. Actually it seemed to be a park, because there was a path, and Matt was seated on a bench. Aryella sat down next to him. "Let's cuddle for a moment," she said, leaning her head against his muscular arm. Her touch sent a warm tingling throughout his body. Even her clothes turned him on, the feel of the fabric of her skirt and her stockings against his hip and leg made his heart beat faster. He sensed that she was moving in on her prey. She sensed something else. He had the mark of a guardian angel upon him. She cursed, realizing that in order to make a move she would have to confront the angel. Succubi were terrible against angels, since angels lacked sexual ability. Even the weakest angel would defeat her. "Please, don't do this," he said, sensing her hesitation. "Let me go." "For now, make yourself comfortable," she said, getting up and walking away. The scenery, her schoolgirl outfit, everything melted away and they were back in her cavern. She pulled a massive tome off of a shelf and began paging through it. She stretched out her wings once more, flipping pages until she suddenly stopped. Lifting a wing, she looked closely at Matt's marking, and back at the marking on the page. "Rigel," she breathed. Rigel was a minor fallen angel. Since Matt's guardian was a fallen angel, there had to be a dark purpose behind the mark. Rigel probably singled out Matt for a particularly terrible fate, one that would not only condemn his soul but be a victory for the dark dominion as well. This was troubling to Aryella, because she hardly felt a victory for the dark dominion was necessary. Mankind was nothing but a playground of corrupted souls to her. Why bother making a point of it when no one in heaven was going to listen anyway? She read a few words about Rigel, trying to make up her mind. The book didn't have much to say. She decided to take her chances, but there was still the problem of dealing with the mark. "Matt, is there something you're not telling me?" She figured he must have been someone of great stature in life, a religious leader perhaps, or some kind of pope. Devouring his spirit elements would elevate her status considerably. "I told you, I don't remember." "You told me you wish you knew. I could help you remember," she added, in her most helpful and sincere tone of voice. "Really? How?" Somehow he was already onto her. "If it means sex, I don't believe you." "Just one quickie. I'll tap into your memories. We can experience them together." Matt shook his head. His cock was rapidly hardening. "Not even a quickie? I've been so bored and lonely," she teased. "I don't want to die," he said. "You're already dead, but I see what you mean," she shrugged. "You don't want your soul being reduced to cosmic waste, ash, or whatever else it might be. But is hell so much better?" "No," he said defiantly. "I abhor you, creature! Let me go!" "You holier-than-thou types can be so stubborn without the proper ambiance," she sighed. The cavern grew dim once more, and Aryella enfolded herself in her leathery red wings. When the light returned, it was from a massive window occupying the entire wall of a spacious bedroom overlooking an ocean vista. On one side of the room, the coast could be seen curving away, dotted with hillside villas. On the other side, white sand beaches. The room itself had sparse, modern decor, and Aryella was standing near a footstool wearing a simple bikini. Once more, the horns, tail, and wings were gone. Matt was sitting on the edge of a massive bed. "Just one quickie, I promise you'll be fine," she said, crawling up onto him, straddling his thigh. She sauntered over, swinging her hips. Her breasts were practically spilling out of her stringy top, and her juicy pussy was pressing hard against the confines of her thong. She straddled one of his muscular thighs and ground her bikini-clad snatch on his upper thigh. She leaned forward, and her fingertips tingled as they stroked his broad chest. She leaned closer, bringing her cleavage in gentle contact with his balls. He could feel her hot breath on his cock. It was already hard, but now it was straining so hard he could barely think. He felt a burning in his chest and his cock was throbbing and twitching uncontrollably. Aryella's hair fell about her shoulders and tickled his abdomen. She tossed it to one side with a turn of her head and looked up at Matt with a sideways gaze. Her mouth was open, an open invitation to his aching desire. "I'll take your silence as a yes. One quickie." She took his veiny shaft in one hand, propping herself up over him with the other hand. Her fingers felt hot and silky, and relieved some of the agonizing twitching. Instead he felt a strong ache and throb, as his pleasure began to mount. She licked the sensitive underside of his cock, and squeezed his shaft, stroking it up and down steadily. In seconds, his cock was about to erupting, and she locked her lips around it, drinking every drop of him down. Matt felt an orgasm for the first time, intense but premature, and it left his whole body feeling tense and shaky. "Was that, did I come?" "You most certainly did," Aryella replied. There was condescension in her voice. "Did you have to finish me off so quick?" Matt felt used, almost abused, having come so quick. "Oh, why no. But unless you start being a little more compliant, I am not sure I want to do you any favors. You have a lot of spirit elements in you and I don't feel like stretching this process out." "You want what? What about telling me who I am, why I am here, how I died?" "You came too quickly," she lied. "Besides, I was completely distracted by how good you taste." "You told me-" "I tried. It's a process. Next time you won't cum so quickly." She smiled, and before he could say no, she let her breasts push up around his cock. A warm, sticky ooze seemed to seep out of her nipples, and she smeared it up and over his shaft, against his hips and abs. His skin lit up with sensitivity wherever the liquid touched. Up and down she pressed, coating his cock and hips in a film of warm goo. Once Upon a Time in Hell Ch. 02 "Ugh, f-" he trailed off. "Fuck?" she suggested, rubbing her breasts up and down along his shaft. "Did you just ask me to tit-fuck you?" She used her hands to push her breasts together, enfolding his shaft. "Slowly!" he gasped. "Remember what you promised!" His dick was throbbing again, and her lubricated body felt like a warm wet sheath as it moved up and down his meat. "Hmm," she said, "Your past is clouded in mystery."Shall I keep going?" Matt tried to say no. He really, really tried. "Don't stop," he gasped, finally. "Oh, shit!" he said as she took the tip of his cock into her mouth. He felt her tongue lapping his cock again with firm, confident strokes, and she was moving her breasts in perfect sync. "You're gonna – I'm gonna –" he stammered as his balls tightened. He came with explosive force, emptying his nuts hard into her eager mouth. She released her breasts and simply held his tip in her lips, gently sucking and licking while he ejaculated. He couldn't stop cumming, and for several minutes he just lost himself, cumming buckets. She swallowed it all, not missing a drop. "So good, so good," she said, kneeling between his legs. "I've never tasted such purity." Matt felt weak, but he was still hard. He raised his head enough so that he could see the succubus eye to eye. "Tell me, tell me now," he said. The sun was setting, creating a red glow that filled the bedroom. "Tell you – oh shoot, I was supposed to find out who you are! Oh my word, you are not going to believe me. I plum forgot. Sorry!" Matt let his head fall back. He felt weak, immobile. "So you will never tell me. I see." "Here's the deal. I suppose I should tell you. If I peruse your memories during sex, I'm going to feel like I'm working, instead of having fun. It's such a waste, and frankly I don't mind not knowing." "Well, I mind. I want to know." "I'm not your servant, nor someone you can simply order around. You want something, well guess what, nothing is free." "You're already taking everything I have – this is my soul you're draining!" "Well, technically it's not your soul that I'm taking," she said. You get to keep what's left. However, you'll wish you no longer existed." Matt groaned. She was serious. Aryella walked towards the window. Matt, who had been lying there helpless, suddenly found the energy to sit up and look at her. Sje was looking over her shoulder at him from where she stood facing the window. "Come," she said, placing her palms on the glass. "I'll talk if you fuck me up against the glass." Matt stood, shakily at first. His strength had fled his muscles before, now it was returning. But his body seemed to have a mind of its own. He was walking towards her. He placed his hands on her hips, lifting her up. She spread her legs wide for him and guided his cock into her hot, wet sex. He tried to grab her, smash her head in, but his body yearned for the warmth of her demonic sex. He had to have it first. One hand slammed her against the glass, the other grabbed her about the waist, nearly encircling it. Her breasts were pressed hard against the glass, her long legs kicking futilely. His throbbing cock jutted straight out in front of him like the phallus of a sex god, and he impaled her on it. "Oh, yes, yes!" she cried, as he slammed into her violently. "Fuck me, fuck me!" Matt realized his assault had been entirely botched, but he could not stop thrusting. "Ungh! Ungh! Yes! Oh, yes!" she cried, as he buried his hot meat in her again and again. "You are loving it, aren't you? I can tell, I feel your pleasure." Matt grunted, pressing her harder against the glass and pistoning in and out of her. She reacted by tightening her pussy around his cock, and the stimulation of his shaft increased dramatically. Before he knew it, he was cumming hard. "Oh, yes! So alive!" she exulted. She arched her back and convulsed, crying out several times as he plowed deep into her pussy. He felt the tip of his cock hitting some fleshy region in the roof of her pussy, and suddenly on one deep thrust it tightened around his cock and he started cumming. She drained torrent after torrent of jizz from his body, all of it being absorbed by her tight, juicy snatch. She was feasting on him, he realized, but his cock would not stop spurting. The sun set over the waters while he filled her. Finally she let his orgasm subside. feasted on him, he realized. He let her slide down until her feet were back on the ground. "Perhaps you are thinking you should take advantage of the only hole I have left?" she said with a grin. "Maybe that big cock of yours will tear me apart, leaving me vulnerable, and then you can make your escape?" Matt was unsure, but it seemed that she could read his mind. She proceeded to erase all doubt. "I can read your mind in here. Surface thoughts, anyway. You want to fuck me in the ass, the way you fucked Sheila? There is nothing to stop you. Go ahead." She spread her ass cheeks wide for him. "Come on, hurry up, a girl could get embarrassed holding this pose all night." Matt shook his head. His body trembled, and he looked at his dim reflection in the glass. He had lost a substantial amount of his height and muscle. She was draining him. She knew about Sheila as well, which was disheartening. What might she do to her? "Hello?" Aryella asked, turning to see what the holdup was. "Oh, I see. After cumming like that, you don't think you have it in you to keep going?" All of a sudden the illusions were gone. She was back to her old demonic self, and they were in her cavern, standing next to the rock. She flashed him a wry glance, then dropped to her knees in front of him. "Since you asked for it, I'm going to help you out." "Hey, hey asked for what --" He reached down to swat her away but instead caressed her dark hair as she moved to take him into her mouth. She opened wide and swallowed his entire cock, until her nose was jammed against his abdomen. "Unnh!" was all Matt could say. His cock lit up with electricity as the wetness of her mouth seeped into his skin. He was amazed that she could even take him like that, but then, she was a sex demon after all. He pulled back, and then made a tentative thrust with his hips. His hardening cock slid inside of her throat, the delicious feeling thrilling his nerves and exciting him to thrust harder. Then she bit down. He was paralyzed with anxiety, wondering what she was doing to him. Was this how they finished off their prey? Had his time come to an end? He felt her fangs boring into his shaft and his balls. She was injecting something from them, which was causing his shaft to harden and throb like mad. His balls were churning too, and they felt like they were on fire with the burning need to cum. Gone was the feeling of having just unloaded, in its place, a fever for a tight, warm hole to stick it in. The rock was oddly soft, and she crouched on it, spreading her ass cheeks for him once more. He didn't hesitate, plunging his cock straight into her anus. She moaned with pleasure as his raging rod spread her anus wide. Matt felt her corrugated insides clenching around him and he began thrusting, relishing in the friction that might bring him off, the sooner the better. "More, more!" she urged as he increased the tempo, lunging into her ass with everything he had. His throbbing cock was ready to explode, he just needed a little more. Her tail was swishing back and forth in front of his face, and she began to let out little whimpers and shrieks. "So good, Matt!" Matt just grunted. His cock was telling him to keep going. He couldn't stop, he had to reach orgasm soon, or suffer agony from whatever she had injected him with. In and out, he kept plowing her ass, unable to stop. His body was thrusting at a steady pace, and his cock felt like it was being squeezed by a warm fleshy sheath, ringed with tight ribs that squeezed and sucked on his stick in a sinfully harmonious fashion. Needless to say, it was nothing like Sheila's ass. He felt his orgasm nearing, and with a grunt he picked up the pace. She let out a cry. "Yes! Ohhh!" It was apparent that she was about to experience an anal orgasm. That sent him over the edge. With a roar, he blasted his load deep into her ass, and she clung to the rock just to keep steady as the massive man jack hammered her ass. She felt his spirit essence pouring into him by the bucket and soon she was struggling to take it all in. "Stop! Stop!" she commanded, but it was like asking a runaway locomotive to stop. She couldn't absorb any more. Cum started spilling out of her ass as it overflowed. With each thrust, more of his cum splashed out, onto her ass, down her legs, and splattering the rock between her knees. Her stomach began to expand as her inner cavity filled with seed as well. She could have forced him to stop cumming, but she was afraid that with the way his balls were churning and spilling so much, it might be risky. So she let him cum, and drench her ass with jizz. "Ahh," she breathed as she pulled off of his spent cock. "That's enough for now." Matt stared at her with a confused look on his face. "I am full, so wonderfully full," she said, patting her enlarged belly. "I thank you. Have a seat." He flopped down, sitting in the water to catch his breath. That's when he noticed he was hardly muscular at all. He was practically normal. "It takes a lot out of you, I know," Aryella said. "I suppose you could argue that I've been rushing, but your soul is just too good to ignore." As she spoke, her distended belly slowly began to shrink back to normal. "When you died, you brought with your soul a surplus of spirit matter that made you the giant you appeared to be," she explained. "I've now feasted on all that surplus. Only a fraction of your spirit matter is left." She reached out and dragged a nail across his thigh, and his cock twitched and rose once more. "We could continue, if you like. End it?" Matt sighed. "Promise me one thing, you'll leave my friends alone." "That's not what I had in mind. Don't think I've forgotten Sheila." The dark look in her eyes should have made Matt feel some dread. Instead he was ashamed to admit that he wondered what exactly she might do, and whether he could get involved. She was a sex demon, after all. "Hello? Daydream much?" Sheila asked. "Look, kiddo, what I was saying was, there's something I have to tell you. Oh hell, how can I put this?" She looked away, and then back at him. "There is someone who can tell you who you are." she said, her face expressionless. "I warn you though, he has devious plans for you. He is the one who wiped out your memory." "How do you know all this?" "There are things I have deduced about you. From the moment I saw you, I noticed that you have a mark on your soul. The mark of a guardian angel." She looked down at Matt's cock, still as big as before and just as hard. "You know, you made me cum not once, but twice. No mortal soul has ever done that to me anyway. In one session, too! My hat's off to you. You must have been such a fool in life." "Where is my guardian angel?" "You must know his name. No? He can't find us here, this is my own little pocket dimension." Matt's shoulders sagged. "I'm going to invite him here, but I'm afraid that he's going to be cruel to you." "To you, maybe! I need an angel to save my ass right about now," he grumbled. "He's a fallen angel, Matt. He's only guarding your soul because he wants to defeat you." "Why are you telling me this?" Aryella stared at Matt blankly. "Why?" he repeated. "Well, because I don't want you to feel awkward when he gets here. This isn't going to turn into a gang bang, in case you were wondering. Rigel doesn't have any junk." "Junk?" The slang was foreign to Matt, but he deduced the meaning quickly. "Rigel, you mean Rigel is my guardian angel?" "He is." Aryella stood. Her body was back to its former perfect shape, and Matt couldn't help but admire her hips at eye level as she walked to a nearby shelf. She opened a box and took from it a small tube of lipstick. She opened the cap and drew a small circle on the wall with what appeared to be black lipstick. The line on the wall crackled with black electricity, and a portal opened that was not much bigger than an apple. "Rigel? Oh Rigel dear, are you out there? I have something of yours." "Damn it woman! Where is he?" came a voice beyond the tiny portal. "He's in here! Do come in!" she called back, speaking directly into the portal. Fingers poked through the portal seconds later, and pulled down, stretching the portal until it was big enough to walk through. Beyond the crackling edges, Matt could see only blackness. Then Rigel's head appeared, and he stepped into the chamber. "My my, you've been busy I see," Rigel said. "Not the man you used to be, no! Didn't I tell you to stay away from demons?" Matt stood and bolted for the portal. Rigel reached out and caught him, throwing him back down on his ass with a splash. "Hey hey, not so fast!" Rigel said. She looked at Aryella, who snapped her fingers. The portal closed with a small rushing sound. "How was it?" Rigel asked Aryella. "Oh, are you going to ask me that in front of him?" she replied, blushing and fluttering her eyelashes. "Like you care?" She forced a laugh. "I must have forgotten myself. Actually, he was great, fucked me like a champ in every hole." Rigel nodded as she spoke, as if her words carried deeper meaning. Matt wondered if it mattered that he had fucked not just her pussy. "Now that I've whittled him down to the average soul, I figured I'd get your permission to go the rest of the way," she continued. "Well, I don't see the harm in that," Rigel replied, "Once I've said my peace, anyway." He turned to Matt, whom he now addressed with a new name. "Dien, do you remember your life yet?" As he spoke, images and memories were flooding back into Matt's mind. Or rather, Dien. They were making his head pound as they all came hurtling back, including that of his true name, Dien. He had been a mystic his whole life, a golden child who never sinned and never spoke evil. He tried to never kill another living thing, and fasted three days a week. He never touched a computer or smartphone, and only rarely came in contact with modern devices like gas stoves and telephones. His head was kept shaven, and he meditated for decades in near solitude. He had honed his body and mind, practicing martial arts and studying ancient calligraphy. He was sure that he had attained Nirvana. Yet his soul had immediately turned to sins of the flesh when he forgot where he came from and who he was. "It's coming back now, isn't it?" Rigel said. "I've returned your memories to you, and I can tell they make you more than a little uncomfortable. Does it bother you? To know you've been feasting on the very sins you always avoided? To know that you've done wrong, knowingly? To know that your soul won't attain any sort of harmony with the cosmos or any of that crap? No, you're going to be discarded like a cigarette butt when she's done with you." Aryella smiled and gave Dien a slight nod. "Best cigarette ever, sweetie," she offered. Dien's memories swam into focus, and he recalled his final moments. Troops had swarmed into the monastery, and were killing his brothers, the monks. Then they shot him, a helpless geezer of a hundred years of age. The year had been 2020. "This proves that your life had no meaning, just as I argued on your day of judgement," Rigel continued. Matt remembered that as well. He had watched his life play out, day after day, just sitting there in a cave, while Rigel spoke of evils taking place in the world. The leaders of the world were being manipulated by violent fools, tyrants, and hordes of perverts and misogynists. What did his celibacy, to the point of never masturbating, mean in the end? Nothing, it seemed. Rigel had been like an eager legal intern making a case against an innocent man to score points. He remembered that as well. What an insufferable fiend he had been! "I trust you have it from here?" Rigel asked Aryella. "Make sure you drain him completely. By the dark lord so shall you swear." "I swear it," Aryella eagerly agreed. "It will be my pleasure, believe me." "Speaking of which, where's the exit?" Rigel asked, a little sheepishly. "Of course," she said. Taking her black lipstick, she drew a large rectangle on the wall. It crackled, creating a full size portal into limbo. "Good-bye," he said, stepping into the darkness. Aryella snapped her fingers, and the portal closed. She grinned and jumped up and down with excitement. "I get to keep you! Aren't you glad?" Next: the conclusion to the series! Once Upon a Time in Hell Ch. 03 Aryella snapped her fingers, and the portal closed. She grinned and jumped up and down with excitement. "I get to keep you! Aren't you glad?" Dien looked up at her with a pained smile and shook his head slightly. "I remember," Dien said. "I had been killed because the Chinese government had finally chosen to silence my followers by putting an end to me." Aryella sneered at him. "They killed me, but the fact that they had to do so proves that my life had meaning for hundreds of millions of people." Aryella was rolling her eyes. "Get over yourself," she said. "Besides, when you start lecturing me about your life story it makes me feel vicious. It brings out my dark side. You wouldn't want that. So stop whining." "I don't care how it ends. This has been an injustice. I was not given a chance." "Don't start, shut up shut up shutup!" Aryella said, invoking a spell. Dien felt as though his lips had been sealed shut. He couldn't utter a word. "It worked!" Aryella giggled with a sudden spurt of giddy pleasure. "I didn't have to gesture or even point at you! Don't take it the wrong way, it's not that I don't like you. I do. I just don't want your last hours to be ruined by foolish words." Aryella had been a very common sort of succubus, near the lowest of that order of sex demon. Sure, she was mature enough to have left her sisters in search of greater power, maturity and power were two different things. Her power was almost equal to that of a fledgling, or had been until just now. Thanks to Dien's spirit matter, her powers had expanded greatly. She felt like flexing them a little. She brought her hands together in front of her and began casting a spell. Eldritch runes of gold swirled around her fingers as she weaved powerful transmutation magics. Then, all of a sudden, her little chamber began to expand. It spread out until it was as big enough to hold a grove of pine trees, and considerably darker. Red light illuminated an altar that jutted up in the center of the chamber, and there a bed draped with lavender veils appeared, ringed with dozens of burning candles. She snapped her fingers. Two muscular demons appeared, one with the face of a bird and the other looking more like an ogre. Both were equipped with large, meaty cocks. The bird's was ringed with metal studs. She curled up on the bed and beckoned to them seductively, and they eagerly climbed the stairs to meet her. Dien blocked out the sounds of them pumping and grinding, it was all too obvious what was taking place in her bed. He closed his eyes. His disciplined mind blocked out the sound, and even the intoxicating musky smell that filled her chamber. He sought out his meditative state by habit, and in moments he had entered a trance. He knew he had no chance to defeat Aryella in her lair. A great martial arts master once said the best defense was to run away. Dien knew that would be his best chance. But how? The lipstick. She used it to open portals. He would have to snatch it from her. He opened his eyes and looked around. The room had expanded dramatically, and he didn't know where she kept it anymore. He would have to keep his eyes peeled. He opened his eyes and looked up at her bed. Seeing her on her knees, sandwiched between two demons who were eagerly thrusting, proved too much of a distraction. He shut his eyes tight. "Room for one more," Aryella called, teasingly. He ignored her and re-entered his meditative state. He would have only one chance to gain the initiative against Aryella, he realized. He would need a foolproof plan. He meditated on this, and drew a blank. There was no foolproof option, only risks. This seemed a natural enough situation, so he considered one risky option: Use the lipstick to escape first. Then, perhaps he could lure her out of her lair and kill her on the other side. It leaped into his mind the possibility that in killing her, he would absorb power -- just as he had when he defeated the marilith. Perhaps he would gain his old strength back? "Ah, over so soon boys?" came Aryella's voice, although Dien was only dimly aware of it. "Well then, thanks for dropping by." The succubus lounged on the bed a little while, savoring the afterglow, while Dien continued to meditate. Sheila, that was who he had to save. But how? "Ah yes, how could I forget? Sheila!" chuckled the succubus. This time, Dien was listening. He squinted and watched as the succubus drew a portal in thin air and called forth Sheila. She had just drawn another portal with that same stick of lipstick. "That's it!" he thought. The only way out of this place seemed to be through those incessant portals she was always making with that same bit of lipstick. He needed to snatch it. He watched as she placed it somewhere by her bed. "Sheila, do you recognize that man down there? It's your friend, Dien." Her face was expressionless, her voice monotone, as if reading from a prompter. "You may know him as Matt, but he's learned his true name. You may call him Dien now," she added with dramatic flair. "Poor thing." "Matt?" Sheila exclaimed. "What happened, where did the rest of you go?" Dien looked down, unable to stand the sight of them. Not because of guilt -- he felt none. Rather, the two naked babes threw his meditation off completely. Aryella smiled and took Sheila's hand. "He may not want you anymore, but there's plenty of things we can do together." With that, Aryella drew Sheila into her embrace. Sheila succumbed to her touch, only to gasp in shock at the touch of what just then appeared between Aryella's legs: a large, veiny, purplish maroon phallus with a throbbing tip. "Do something, you gotta help me!" Sheila called to Dien, but he was blocking them out, trying not to hear what his senses told him. Sheila looked down at the demon's pulsing cock. It had grown to very generous proportions and was dripping with some sort of clear, viscous excretions. She caught a whiff of musk, acrid and primal. "Oh god," she whimpered, her head swimming. She fell under the seductress's spell completely. She dropped to her knees in front of the demonic phallus. Aryella grasped a clump of her hair and cruelly yanked it back. Sheila's head was snapped backwards, but she kept her eyes fixed on the phallus, opening her mouth wide with wanton eagerness. She licked her pretty lips. Dien kept his eyes shut. He ignored his ears as the gagging and glurping sounds commenced. He had to think, and think clearly. He returned to the idea of using the lipstick to create a portal to escape through. It could work, he thought. If only he knew how the lipstick was activated, he thought he just might have a chance. Was it her demonic powers alone that caused the lines she drew to crackle to life? If not, how did he make the magic happen? How did she choose a destination, did she merely think of it in her head? Or was there a spoken command? He had to know, he wouldn't have time to figure it out in a snatch and run. He thought back to the way she had used it in the past, but his memory was vague, hazy. He remained calm and focused, and tried to remember. "Here it comes!" came Aryella's voice. Dien's concentration broke. He had to look. Sheila was on her knees, jerking the demonic phallus with both hands. Her mouth was open in eager, almost desperate anticipation. Aryella was swishing her tail and fondling her heavy breasts with pleasure. The succubus began blasting a load of pearly goo into Sheila's face. The first burst went straight into her open mouth, the next two spurts hit her chin and splashed off, down her neck and breasts. Dien forced his eyes shut as Sheila began moaning and giggling with surprise. "Did you see that?" Aryella asked of Dien. "Look, that idiot is just sitting there, when he could be pleasuring us both." "More for me," Sheila whispered, now crouched over the bed and spreading herself with both hands. Dien struggled to regain his train of thought, but part of his mind was following the action. He peeked again to see Sheila draped over the edge of the bed, wiggling her hips at the succubus. Aryella's dick was bigger than ever and she was preparing to give Sheila a proper railing. Focus. He needed to clear his mind, and follow the train of thought he was on. He pictured a white contrail in a bright Himalayan sky, and retraced his steps. No prayer in hell. Escape. The Lipstick. He chanted. What about the lipstick? No chance in hell. Escape. The Lipstick. Oh! He remembered. How did it work? Aryella had not twisted it in any special way, or studied it carefully before using it. She seemed to always open the portal up. Hopefully it would be so simple. They would use the lipstick to escape. Where? Straight to heaven? No, he reasoned, it would not work. If there was something he and Sheila had in common with those in Limbo, it was that they had not yet earned the right to pass through those gates. If there is a heaven, exclusive enough to keep out a pure monk such as himself, then heaven would probably send angels to cast them out for daring to tread there. The only place left he could call safe was Limbo. Going there would accomplish little, however. The minutes slipped away as Dien continued to meditate. It was difficult when Sheila was screaming with ecstasy, getting her mind blown by Aryella boffing her from behind. There were things even he could never truly block out. "You like that, don't you?" Aryella asked, amidst Sheila's erotic moans. "Matt, come up here and join us," Sheila called. "Please, bring us that hard love stick. I want to suck it, I want to ride it!" she said. Then she let out a wail as a soul-wrenching orgasm roared through every fiber in her body. A few moments passed, where Sheila's heavy groaning and hooting were all he could hear. "It's so good," Sheila panted. "It is, it is good. Lucky for you, I haven't figured out how to drain you," Aryella said. "I'm just doing this for fun." Sheila looked down at Dien. She was still so full of his spirit essence, she was considering whether it was yet time to feed again. "I hate to see you sitting there with all those demons," Sheila blurted. Dien opened his eyes and looked to either side of him. Indeed, the room had grown rather crowded with demons. He saw a cyclops of some sport, and a number of other muscular demons, some fat mud-like beings, and even some rather handsome looking fellows that might be mistaken for human men, if not for their glowing eyes. Dien realized suddenly that the end of his meditations were long overdue, and each moment brought more dangers and more ways for the succubus to violate and defile Sheila. He cursed himself for his inaction. "Thought and deed are not alike," he muttered under clenched teeth. He kept his eyes on the ground as he traversed the floor and climbed the steps to Aryella's bed on a pedestal. He spotted the lipstick on a cushion. Moving as fast as he could, he snatched it and drew a circle on the ground. A crackling black portal opened. Before Aryella could react, he dived in feet first, taking the lipstick with him. Then, he was gone. He landed on a rocky slope amidst a reddish glow. It was the same place where they first tumbled into the cave-hall that led to Aryella's lair. He snapped his fingers as soon as he could, closing the portal behind him. He inspected the lipstick. It seemed to have plenty left, so Dien decided to test a theory. He would try to check out Heaven. If he got through, he could check things out, maybe get a pair of pants or a robe. If things went badly, he would leave the same way he came. A black portal appeared on a cloud that overlooked a vast green slope, and Dien stepped through it. The mountainside was covered with emerald green meadows and dotted with terraces and streams, Greek style temples and Oriental pagodas. He had a bird's-eye view, but parts of higher elevation were obscured by clouds, as was the valley below. Distant areas of he mountain to the left or right were likewise cloaked in thick clouds. Dien marveled at the beauty of the place below. Bushes and hedges were trimmed into lovely patterns and shapes, ponds and waterfalls sparkled with gold from a brilliant sun. Everything was an endless, exuberant expression of perfection. Dien expected a more hasty response. He decided that considering the danger, he would leave the portal open for a moment, scanning the skies for any possible threats. They appeared almost immediately. Two bright beings flapping shimmering white wings and brandishing swords came swooping towards him. Even at a distance their words came crashing through his mind with deafening clarity. "Go back. You are forbidden! Shameless! Blasphemer!" They crowded around his little cloud, flapping their wings. Each one was at least twice as tall as he. Muscular as well. Dien had no doubt they were about to swing those massive swords at him. In one hand he clutched the lipstick. Having no clothes and no pockets, he transferred the lipstick to his off hand. As the first one swung, Dien mustered his best disarm technique. Somehow, miraculously, he wrested the blade from the angel's fingers with one hand. The other angel's blade was already arcing toward him. The massive sword in hand, he somersaulted through the portal back into limbo faster than you can say "thief." He dropped the glowing clabbard on the ground to free up one hand, and then he snapped his fingers. The portal closed behind him. The blade was too heavy for him to swing. Still, he could put it to good use under the right circumstances. Resting the blade over his knees, he sat down in the solitude of limbo and took a moment once more to meditate. He needed a plan. His first attempts at planning had been interrupted, now he could continue in peace. This time he cut short his contemplations as soon as he had a workable plan. He drew an apple-sized circle in the ground and called out. "Oh, Aryella, it's me, Dien!" Aryella was inside her cavern, plotting furiously. "I knew you would return! I have Sheila here, she's still alive, if that's what you're after. Let's make a trade." "The girl is all I want. Give me the girl, and I will give you the lipstick." "The lipstick you stole? That's not part of the bargain. You don't get to keep that. You can have the girl, but I want you. Don't even dream of -- " "No." "-- trying to -- what? How dare you refuse!" Dien watched as fingers appeared through the portal. She began stretching the corners out, making it wide enough for her to leap through. Dien grabbed the massive sword and stood, heaving the heavy pommel up high and pointing the tip right down into the portal. He waited until he saw her face appear. Then, he jumped down, driving the wickedly serrated blade straight through her nose, punching through bone, then shredding her neck and collar, moving straight down through her torso and finally stopping at her hips. He landed in her lair next to Sheila, who was still in a sex-induced stupor. With a rush, the succubus' impaled corpse dissolved into black ashes that were whipped up by a sudden wind that swirled around Dien. The vortex began to glow, lifting him a few inches off his feet, and he began to grow, bigger and stronger, until he was once more a massive, muscular man. Demons clambered up the steps, eager to destroy him and Sheila. He grabbed the clabbard, and struck with inhuman strength and precision. One by one, he shredded Sheila's minions with bone-sundering blows from the mighty blade, sometimes using only one hand. With his other, he was punching and even using demons as flails, to demolish the torrential onslaught. When the fighting was done, he dropped the sword with a clatter as he felt the energy from the lesser demons flood into him as well. He felt incredibly strong and vital. The cloying power of Aryella's scent was gone from the chamber. Dien stood on the bed and poked his head up through the portal. Reaching one mighty hand out, he felt around in the dirt until he found the lipstick. He drew it back inside and, with a snap of his fingers, the portal was shut. He shook Sheila, who was laying on the bed with a blissful smile on her face. "Sheila, are you alright?" "Mmm, never better. Matt, do me here on this bed." "Later. We have to get out of this place." "Now, I want it now." "We must go now!" he roared, taking Sheila by the wrist and gently pulling her from the bed. She knelt by his feet, resting her head against his knee. Dien quickly tore the bedsheets from the bed, and, looking around, he grabbed some garter straps and belts that he saw lying around. Then, he wrapped the satin sheets around Sheila's shoulders and fastened a belt under her arms. He then took the bedspread and wrapped it around his waist. He cinched one end by bunching it up and tying the garter straps around it, and soon he had fashioned a makeshift skirt. He carefully tucked the lipstick inside it, until he had found a fold that would securely hold it. Finally, he lifted the sword in one hand. "Sheila, we are going. Can you stand? Are you well?" "Feeling better," she managed, swaying as he helped her to her feat. "Where did you get that sword? You are amazing!" Dien reached into the folds of his makeshift skirt and took out the lipstick. "We are going to confront your murderers now, while there is time. The forces of Hell may be after us. I will do my best to protect you." Sheila did not want to see her father, but a part of her did want to say her final farewell to the despicable hypocrite. Dien drew a circle in the air, and helped her through. They found themselves in a nightmarish frozen wasteland. Everywhere they looked, there were mountains of ice. The surface of the frozen slopes and glaciers were studded with the faces of tormented souls whose bodies were encased in ice up to their faces. Their skin was sickly white, but lichens grew along the seams where ice and flesh met at the surface. Below, their bodies were hideously illuminated by some unearthly light. "This, this seems familiar," Sheila murmured. "I have heard of this place, the 9th layer!" Sheila realized that she had stepped on someone's face. She nearly fell trying to find a gap between faces upon which to stand and regain her balance. About to fall, she struck her heel down directly onto someone's face. "Take no heed, step on them," said one voice, up on the side of an ice wall. "They deserve it." "Slut, whore," came a mutter nearby. "YOU!" bellowed Sheila, pointing at the face that had hurled the insults. "You're no daughter of mine," her father grumbled, revealing rotting green teeth. "What do you want?" "Shit, you haven't guessed it? You ugly, sinful piece of garbage! I hate you! You and your filthy sons, you good for nothing animals -- " "We did quite well for ourselves, and even collected on your insurance policy. Thank you," he said. His sudden change of tone did nothing to disarm her. She was only further enraged. "You got money?!" "Yes, and now it does my heart great joy to see you here in hell, where you belong." "She's not here to stay," Dien interjected. "Oh, I see," said the voice, laughing. "Just passing through, I take it?" He laughed, heartily. "That's a new one," he said in a most sarcastic tone. "I've never ever heard that one before. Whore. Bitch!" So it went, back and forth. Many times, she threatened to stomp his face in, but she never did. She did gain a few bits and pieces of information about what happened after her father and brothers murdered her. Rather than proclaim that it had been an honor killing, they told the authorities that she had run away, and later her body was "found" so that they could collect on her insurance. Others in the town knew of his deed and sought to deceive the FBI and local police, who in turn made only a cursory investigation before dropping the case out of apathy. Once Upon a Time in Hell Ch. 03 After all, no one in the town was willing to help them. "So you see, whore, you weren't missed! Your death was a boon to us all!" "You slime," she spat. "You used me--" "I raised you!" "MOM raised me, you just beat me from time to time!" "Oh oh, you still think of that woman as your mom, do you? Oh my, even under this ice my heart is warmed," he said, his voice dripping with venom and spite. Sheila changed the topic. She wanted to find out more about her death. After her body was "found" it was later discarded, unmourned. Her remains were scooped into garbage bags and left at the curb like common refuse. Her father had made a point of doing so. "I pity you, you remorseless wretch," Sheila finally uttered, feeling it from every fiber in her body. "We both look back on life, but where I seek greater insight, you remain as heartless as ever. You were indoctrinated. You bought into it. You will never learn the folly of your ways. I shall depart." "I followed the law!" he yelled as they picked their way among the ice and faces. "I obeyed! I submitted! You did not!" They walked on for a ways. There were no demons in this layer, just hundreds of thousands of criminals and traitors, frozen in ice. It seemed endless. "Where are my brothers? I wish to confront them as well." "Let's take a shortcut," Dien said, opening a portal. "Assuming this works." They stepped through the portal, and found themselves in another part of the icy prison. They saw a massive demon frozen up to his waist in ice. He had three faces, a red, a yellow, and a black face, and each was chewing on a man. "Satan," she breathed. "This is the very pit of Hell." "Look around you. What do you see. Is your mother here?" She gasped. Under her feet, illuminated for her to see, her mother and brothers were completely encapsulated in ice. The brothers were each frozen with their left hands in their mouths and their right hands jammed up their ass to the elbow. Her mother was bent backwards and had her head up her own ass and her legs slung over her shoulders so that her heels were on her breasts. "Why are they like this?" she asked. "Why are they closest to the dark one?" "It has to do with the greatness of that which they betrayed." "They were traitors? But, my father murdered and raped me, and led my brothers to do the same. What he did was the worst thing of all. I was prepared to forgive my brothers, and my mother too, but I can't talk to them." "Were you really going to forgive them? You cannot do this. Please reconsider, I did not bring you this far only to fail." Sheila was speechless. She respected Dien like no one else, he had destroyed demons and helped her. She had been trained to forgive sins and excesses all her life, because it seemed like reconciliation was among the most sacred and universal ethics. Now, he was saying that it was not just wrong, but dead wrong. He silently waited, cool winds whipping across his bare shoulders. He began to meditate. Sheila bowed her head, and reflected on this scene. After a while, she spoke. "Dien?" she asked, hesitantly. He remained motionless, but opened his eyes. "Dien, I get it," she said. "I understand." "You do?" "I do," she said, nodding and forcing a smile. "I see now why they were worse even than the ringleader of the crime." Dien smiled. He had much rethinking to do, but Sheila had already figured it out. Suddenly there was a flash of light, and the two angels Dien had fought appeared. One held out his hand, and Dien quickly offered the pommel of the clabbard toward him. The other spread his wings, and enfolded the two. Their vision faded to light. "Dien, will I ever see you again? Goodbye! Thank you!" Her words grew faint. Dien awoke in a rowboat, underneath a blue sky filled with clouds. He was in a canal, and his brothers waited for him at the private dock of a gorgeous brick villa. His soul had been redeemed. He took a deep breath and looked up towards the mainland, at a gorgeous green slope stretching up into the clouds high above. He decided to begin to climb it.