8 comments/ 69847 views/ 43 favorites The Devil Buys My Soul Ch. 01-02 By: JoeDreamer Chapter One "Wow!" My head was spinning in reaction to the kiss. "Oh my," Sandy said with a smile as she stepped back. "That was better than I remember." "I still can't believe it," I said with a shake of my head. Sandy's smile turned into a laugh. "Me neither," she said, leaning forward and hugging me. This was beyond my wildest imagination. My friend Ted insisted that I go to our high school reunion, but I figured it would be a waste of time. Actually, I was certain that it would be worse than a waste of time because I was recently divorced, currently unemployed and quite a bit heavier than I was back in high school. I might as well have put a big loser sign on my back. Ted thought it was funny when I told him so. His reply was typical Ted. "What are you bitching about? At least you still have your hair!" That was Ted. He was the most carefree person I ever met. It was one of the reasons why I called him first when I moved back home from the west coast. I needed to get beyond the depression of the last few months. Of course, I didn't expect that he would drag me to my high school reunion the first weekend home. "What are you thinking?" Sandy asked. I looked at her and smiled. "Just that I owe Ted a big one for convincing me to come tonight," I replied. Sandy laughed again. I was mesmerized as I watched her. Sandy was my high school sweetheart and my first love. We never consummated that love, but we used to do a lot of heavy petting in my father's car. She was still just as gorgeous as she was the first time I saw her cheering for the football team. I can still remember her expression. It was a bitterly cold day, but she and the other cheerleaders did there best to get the crowd into the game. I remembered how she smiled at me when I jogged off of the field. I wasn't one of the star players. I was just an offensive lineman. There was no way that one of the cheerleader captains would be interested in me. At least that's what I thought until Sandy came up to me at the victory party that night. We were inseparable the rest of the year. I couldn't remember why we went our separate ways after high school. I leaned forward to kiss Sandy once again. She did the same, but we were interrupted before our lips met. "What are you doing with that loser?" The voice asking the question was unarguably beautiful, just like the woman it came from, yet the tone was anything but pleasant. Shelly Colbert was the other captain of the cheerleaders back in high school and Sandy's best friend. She was also one of the most self-absorbed people I ever met. It amazed me that Sandy could be friends with her. "Nice to see you too, Shelly," I said, with a false smile. Most men found it hard not to stare at Shelly when in her presence. She was blond, big breasted and as I said earlier, beautiful. It took time for people to realize that her outer beauty hid the real Shelly. I guess it took a whole five minutes for the slower witted ones. "I see you stopped playing sports after high school," she sneered as she saw how much weight I gained. "And I love that beautiful florescent green skin tone. Don't you ever get out into the sun?" Shelly received the 'Biggest Bitch' award in the unofficial senior awards back at high school. I would have lobbied hard for her, but there was no need. Shelly was in a league all her own. She took it as a complement when the award 'appeared' in her locker. She wore the ribbon all day. "You look well Shelly," I said with a half smile. "How is the singing career going?" It was a cruel question. I knew for a fact that it never really took off. The shame of it was that she had the talent. I was certain that it had to be her personality holding her back. "It's fine," she snapped, not doing well at hiding her irritation. I started to grin in satisfaction when I noticed Tyler walking over. My grin turned into a grimace. Tyler was the football quarterback and the star of every sports team he ever played on. He was also Shelly's boyfriend throughout most of senior year of high school. I always wondered why they never got married. They were perfect for each other. They even looked alike. "Hey, is it true your wife dumped you?" Tyler asked. Shelly's smile returned. I wondered how Tyler had heard about my divorce already. "Fat and divorced. I told you he was a loser," Shelly said to Sandy. Sandy just stood there. She looked unhappy, but she didn't defend me. "Unemployed too," I replied, watching Sandy as I spoke. I wasn't even sure why I volunteered the information until Sandy once again didn't react to the abuse Tyler and Shelly began to heap on me. I sat silently until they were done. It didn't last very long because I wouldn't respond. "Let's go Sandy," Shelly finally said. "Tommy Geskin is looking for you. I promised you'd dance with him." Tyler and Shelly turned without another word and left. Shelly didn't bother to glance back to see if Sandy was following her. She knew already. "Talk to you later," Sandy said as she stood. "What a shame," I sighed as she turned to follow the others. "I remember now why we broke up. It was your taste in friends." Sandy paused a moment. I thought she was going to say something, but she finally dropped her head and followed Shelly without another word to me. There was definitely something odd about her relationship with Shelly. I made my way to the bar and ordered a double. I probably should have done something when Shelly and Tyler were laying into me, but it just didn't seem to matter at the time. This was exactly what I was afraid would happen. I should have known better. "So, how is it going?" Ted said with a smile as he joined me at the bar. "About as I expected," I replied. Ted laughed. "It can't be that bad!" "Oh, yes it can," I replied. Ted slapped me on the back and changed the subject. "Have you seen Freddy yet?" he asked. I frowned. "Freddy?" "Yes, Freddy!" Ted said in exasperation. "You know, the guy who always had the best Halloween parties. He says he still does it! He's so drunk he's inviting everyone he meets to his next party." "Halloween is six months away," I said. Ted shrugged and smiled. "It would be fun to go to a costume party again. It's been years," Ted replied before wondering off again. I sighed to myself. "It would be fun," a voice said from my other side. I turned and saw Bart Halburg sitting. I caught myself before I sighed. There were almost three hundred people in my graduation class. Why did I keep bumping into the jerks? "Hello Bart," I said, hoping he had changed since high school, but I doubted it. He was wearing a very expensive suit and plenty of jewelry. He was filthy rich and a bit of a snob. "You could go as an Elephant or something," he said. It was actually more of a slur. Bart was pretty drunk. I felt a strong urge to punch him in the mouth, but instead I downed my drink and left. I could feel my anger growing as I looked for Ted to tell him I was leaving. Freddy bumped into me quite literally and slurred an invitation. He was probably worse off than Bart. I nodded in thanks and continued looking for Ted. It wasn't just jerks I was attracting tonight. It was also drunks. I was surprised at how angry I became. I was mad at everyone and everything, but mostly myself. "How did I let myself get this way?" I snapped aloud. I got strange looks from a couple of people near me, but I was past them too quickly for them to react further. Ted was nowhere to be found and I was feeling a desperate need to leave the reunion before I did or said something stupid. I gave up on finding Ted and went to get my coat. There was no one at the desk. I waiting a moment and then angrily walked around the counter to get my own coat. The room where the coats were stored was l-shaped. I found my jacket easily enough. It was close to the front. I was just turning to leave when I heard moans coming from the back of the room. They were not sounds of pain. Normally, I would have smiled and wished the couple a good time, but I was so angry that I couldn't. I assumed the coat check girl was busy with one of her fellow employees or one of my classmates. I rounded the corner angrily, not really sure what I was going to say, but it didn't matter. It wasn't the coat check girl. It was Sandy. She was leaning over a cabinet while Tommy Geskin was slamming into her from behind. She saw me and turned pale. She even started to move, but froze when Shelly yelled at her. "Stay still!" Shelly snapped. "I promised Tommy you'd give him a good time. His uncle is a record producer. This might get me the break I need!" "Besides," I heard Tyler add. "I like to watch." I forced myself to look away from Sandy. Shelly and Tyler were sitting off to one side. Tyler's cock was in his hand while Shelly's hand was down her own pants. I did a double take because Tyler's cock was huge, but the thought quickly fled as I looked once more at Sandy and Tommy. "Tommy," I said coldly. "Get out now." "Mind your business!" Shelly snapped. Tommy took one look at my face and pulled out of Sandy. He left quickly. Sandy started to get up. "Stay!" Shelly snapped and Sandy did. She remained laying over the cabinet with her bare ass sticking up in the air. I never saw Sandy's ass before and I didn't really look now. "Sandy, I'm leaving. Come with me," I offered. Sandy shook her head no. I sighed. Shelly saw and grinned. "Since Tommy's gone. Why don't you have a go at her?" she asked me. Shelly knew very well that I wouldn't take her up on it. "You are a sick woman!" I growled. "Yes, I am," she replied with a shrug, and then smiled cruelly added, "But I'm also Sandy's master. She does whatever I say." "Mind if I have a go at her?" Tyler asked. "Are you crazy!" Shelly replied. "The last time you were with a woman you almost killed her! That monster of yours is just too big." "I know!" Tyler moaned as he continued to stroke himself. "But it's been so long!" "Sandy, you don't have to stay with her. I'll protect you if you come with me now," I said, almost begging her to leave with me. I was doing my best to ignore Shelly and Tyler, but it wasn't easy. "Sandy, crawl over here and give Tyler some oral satisfaction," Shelly said as she watched me carefully. "Thank you!" Tyler sighed. I watched as Sandy crawled to him. I wanted desperately to leave, but I couldn't make my feet move. Sandy started licking Tyler's cock. Seeing his dick next to her face made its size even more impressive. There was no way she was going to take it all into her mouth, but she used both hands as she pleasured him. It wasn't long before Tyler cried out and came. He sprayed all over her face, hair and chest. She was covered in his cum, but it didn't seem to bother her. "Sandy, why?" I asked. She looked at me, but didn't answer. "Answer him!" Shelly snapped, surprising me. "And make sure you tell him the truth." "Because Shelly wants me to," Sandy said. "So what?" I snapped. "I love you. I always have! Don't you care for me?" "Yes," she answered, but her tone was controlled. "I was very sad when you stopped calling me back in high school. I thought you were the one." "Then why won't you leave with me now? We can make this work if we both care enough." "I can't leave Shelly," she replied, looking at me oddly. "Why?" I cried. "Because Shelly is my master," Sandy said succinctly. "Following my master's orders is what my life is all about. Pleasing her pleases me." "You mean you like what Shelly makes you do?" I asked in amazement. I stood there listening, but only half believing. "My own likes or dislikes don't really matter. If my master is happy, then I am happy." "You brainwashed her!" I snapped at Shelly as I realized the truth. "Something like that," Shelly smiled evilly. "Only you can't deprogram what she's been through." "My God!" I cried in shock. "Quite the opposite actually," she laughed. It wasn't a pleasant sound. "I could take her from you!" I said angrily. "Don't bet on it," Tyler said as he recovered. "Tyler, you were a jerk in high school and you're still a jerk! Don't let that big dick of yours make you think you could stop me." Tyler stood quickly, stuffed his cock into his pants and buttoned them. His semi-hard dick traveled down one pant leg, almost to his knee. I shook my head and ignored the sight as he replied, "Why don't you just try it fat man and we'll see what happens?" I took a step toward him, but was interrupted by Sandy. "No! Please! I don't want anyone hurt." I looked at her in surprise. She met my eyes and continued, "I won't go with you even if you win. I can't bare the thought of being away from my master." I stood staring into her eyes. I could tell she meant every word she was saying. I was also certain that somewhere deep down, she hated herself because of it. I was lost. I had no idea how to handle the situation. I stood there a moment longer before turning and walking out of the room. I could hear Shelly and Tyler laughing. I left in a daze and made my way to Ted's house. I was staying with him for a few days until the apartment I leased was available. I arrived and sat on the couch in the dark. My life was already threatening to fall apart before the reunion. The abuse I received while I was there was bad enough, but seeing Sandy and losing her to her sick friends all over again was too much. I didn't even understand half of what Shelly was implying, but none of it sounded good. I stood and went to the refrigerator for a beer. I drank it quickly and pulled out another. I don't remember taking it out of the draw, but suddenly I realized that I was holding a very large knife. I shrugged to myself and continued to stare at the blade carefully. "Thinking about killing yourself?" Ted asked with a smile. I wasn't sure how he got in the house, but it didn't matter at the moment. "Yes!" I snapped, but then shook my head. "Not really." "Thinking about killing someone else?" I frowned as I realized that subconsciously I was thinking about killing someone. It might have been the beer or the rough time of it that I had of late, but I was convinced that Sandy and I were meant to be together. The only thing keeping us apart was her friends. There was something wrong there and although I couldn't put it into words, my natural instinct was to try and help her. My gut told me that Tyler and especially Shelly were hurting her. I looked away from the knife and met Ted's gaze. He was smiling as I replied, "Yes, I was." "Need help?" he asked, still smiling. "What?" "I asked if you need any help," he replied calmly. "You're serious," I said, half to myself. He nodded and I slowly started telling him about what happened in the coat-check room. "And you want to kill Shelly and Tyler for that?" he asked. "You don't seem surprised by any of this," I replied, ignoring his question. "I'm not," he shrugged. There was something in his expression that caused me to pause. I stared for a long time. Slowly his face began to change. There was nothing drastic in the change, but Ted no longer looked like the happy-go-lucky man I thought I knew. I felt a chill deep down. I tried to shake the feeling, but it remained. Ted's features were a bit frightening, yet they didn't explain the feeling of dread that washed over me. "You're not human," I said in realization. Ted smiled showing rather large and pointy teeth. "No, I'm not," he replied. "Are you from another planet?" I asked. He laughed. "Not even close," he said, and then added, "Maybe this will help." As he spoke two horns crept out of his hair and a tail seemed to appear out of nowhere. He looked like any one of a hundred pictures I remember from growing up. My feelings of trepidation grew. "You're trying to tell me you're a devil?" I asked in disbelief. He laughed as the horns and tail disappeared. His face and teeth remained changed. "The Devil, not a devil," he replied. "Bullshit," I said in disbelief. "I was the one who gave Tyler that large dick. His equipment was undersized and as soon as he turned eighteen he all but begged me to take his soul in exchange for a large dick." "He sold his soul for a bigger dick?" I asked in amazement. "To each their own," he said with a shrug. "And what's this about eighteen?" "You can't sell your soul until you're of age," he replied. I couldn't help myself. I started laughing, almost hysterically. "Hey, I know it's silly, but that's the deal God and I have." "You must be kidding! There are plenty of people I know that were well on their way toward hell before their eighteenth birthday," I said, trying to stop my laughing. "Of course, but why would I make a deal to get their souls? They are already mine," he replied. This sobered me and I stopped laughing. "I only offer deals for those who wouldn't normally go to hell." "Tyler wasn't already going to hell when he sold his soul to you?" I asked in surprise. I'd known Tyler since we were kids. He was a bully even when he was a child. He didn't bother me because I was too big, but he did pick on some of the others. "Oh, come on! He wasn't that bad growing up," he replied with a laugh. "I'm not saying he was going to be a saint or anything, but evil enough to go to hell? I don't think so." "Fine, but what about Sandy and Shelly? What do they have to do with you?" I asked despite my disbelief. "You were actually a lot of help with Shelly back in high school," he said in reply. "Me?" "Yes, you!" he said, laughing again. For someone who was supposed to be pure evil, he laughed an awful lot. Of course, the wash of menace that came with each laugh didn't make it a particularly contagious sound. "I barely knew Shelly until after I met Sandy," I replied. "Exactly," he smiled. "And when you came into the picture everything changed. Sandy and Shelly were best friends growing up. They slept over each others houses and did the typical exploring that many young people do." "They fooled around?" I asked in disbelief. He rolled his eyes. "Like I said, it's not that uncommon. It was just kid's stuff. In fact, even you..." he began, but I cut him off. "Let's get back to the point." "As you wish," he replied, but he smiled knowingly. "I was already close to making a play for Shelly's soul. She really wanted to be a singer. She jumped at the deal when I offered to throw in a better body and Sandy as her slave." "God let you do that?" I asked, and then added in disbelief, "You're not going to try and convince me that Sandy was one of yours?" "She wasn't," he replied with a shrug. "And?" I asked. He shrugged again and refused to discuss Sandy any longer. I stood numbly for a few moments until he interrupted my thoughts. "So how about your soul for the deaths of Tyler and Shelly?" I had enough. The conversation was interested and it was amazing what he did to his face and teeth, but there was no way he was the Devil. I refused to think about the horns and tail that appeared and then disappeared. "I don't know who you are, but I think it's about time you leave," I said. He sighed. "I can prove that I'm the Devil, but you won't like it very much." "Go ahead, prove it," I replied. I can't remember what happened next. I only know it was too horrible for my mind to grasp. "What happened?" I asked between gasps. I couldn't remember much other than the fact that I was thoroughly convinced he was who he said he was, the Devil. "You'll find out eventually," he replied cryptically, before changing the subject. "So, would you be willing to sell your soul for the deaths of Tyler and Shelly?" "No," I replied as I had a sudden flash back to my childhood in Catholic school. I saw sister Bethany as she told about the dangers of evil. She always was my favorite teacher. The Devil Buys My Soul Ch. 01-02 "First of all, your deals always backfire. Tyler's handsome and has a big dick. That sounds great, except it's too big for him use on a woman," I explained. "Shelly has Sandy, her looks and her beautiful voice," he replied. I rolled my eyes. "And her real dream of being a singer will never happen," I said. "I'm sure you'll see to that." He laughed and shrugged. "I see you're a smart one, but I notice you didn't say anything about not accepting my offer because it would be wrong," he said, tilting his head slightly. This time I smiled. "You're right," I said, still feeling the anger and frustration that bubbled deep within me at the reunion. I was tired and disillusioned. If God let Sandy, a good woman, suffer so under Shelly's will, then how much better could he be then the Devil himself? "Oh, I know it's wrong, but so be it. I'm tired of my life. I know that whatever you offer will have hidden traps, but it has to be better than my life now." "Ah, 'music to my ears'," he said with an evil laugh. I rolled my eyes again. "No disrespect intended, but you can cut out the corny act. I'm not nearly naïve enough to believe that a being who has lived as long as you and has the power you have, acts the way you do," I sighed. He was watching me with a raised eyebrow. "And you can drop the illusion." "What illusion?" he asked. "The scary face. You might as well stop broadcasting the dread and menace too," I replied with a shake of my head. I then pointed to his face and added, "You're a fallen angel and I expect that angels don't look like that." He laughed again, only this time it was more normal. It wasn't the 'over the top' evil laughter devil's always had in movies. The dread and menace were gone too. "You are going to be more fun then I originally expected," he said as his face shifted again. It still wasn't human, but it wasn't evil looking either. His teeth looked more normal and his face became far more handsome. He looked at me staring at him and sighed. "Angels are far more impressive with the wings and halo. That's why I usually use the other look." "You look impressive enough," I said as I shook my head. "Women would swoon to be near someone as handsome as you." "Oh, they do," he grinned, starting to laugh evilly again. He caught himself and sighed. "Sorry, old habits. Why don't we get down to business?" "Sounds good to me," I replied, trying to hide my nervousness. I already agreed to sell my soul to the devil, but I wasn't sure what it was worth, not even to me. "Well, I can certainly help you get rid of the extra weight. I can also take care of your poor eyesight, the bump on your nose and the hearing problem that starting to appear," the Devil began. He was watching my face as he spoke and realized I wasn't impressed. He sighed and added, "Oh well, since I like you, I'll throw in the whole package. I can promise you good looks and a long healthy life." I received the distinct impression of dealing with a car salesman. In my experience there was only one way to deal with them. That was to make up your mind before sitting down with them what exactly you were willing to spend. Also, you had to be willing to walk away from the deal. The second was easy enough. I had no intention of selling my soul cheaply. It was the first that I needed time to think about. "Okay, okay, I'll also throw in a winning lottery number. You'll be rich!" he added, taking my earlier hesitation as a sign of interest. He was looking at me carefully. "No deal," I said calmly. "Are you sure? I've already offered you far more than I've paid for the majority of the souls I buy. Just how much do you think your soul is worth?" he said. I smiled, but didn't respond. He sighed and added, "Well, that's my final offer." "I think I sleep at a hotel tonight. Too bad we couldn't do business," I said and went to gather my belongings. I was living out of a suitcase, so it didn't take very long. I walked to the door. "Are you sure you're willing to give up what I've offered?" the Devil asked. He stood blocking the door. "I'm sure," I said, and then held out my hand. "No hard feelings." "None," he smiled, shaking my hand. I left and made my way to my car. I put the luggage in the trunk and started it up. I was just about to put the car into gear when there was a flash. I was blinded and disoriented for a moment. I saw that I was back in the house when I was able to focus again. " 'I tell you what I'm going to do'," he said, using a barker's voice. We both smiled at the joke. "I've offered you health and riches. You don't seem the type to be interested in power, so that leaves women." "No thanks, I can get my own women," I said. "Sure, like you ex-wife?" he asked sarcastically. I grimaced. "I'm not talking about finding you a soul mate or anything. I'm talking fulfilling your most perverted fantasies!" He smiled and made a flourish with his hands. Suddenly there were three women standing in front of him, a blond, a brunette and a redhead. They were not naked, but the clothes they wore only enhanced their looks. Unsurprisingly, they were all absolutely gorgeous. What did surprise me was the sensuality they exuded. The brunette was particularly enticing. She had long hair and a full figure. She was wearing a red teddy and garter belts. Her dark eyes promised things that made my dick throb. "Think about it," the Devil said. "They can be at your beck and call for the rest of your life. Just imagine the fun you'll have!" "No, thank you," I said, but it was harder than it should have been. The brunette licked her lips and my cock tingled. "How about one of these?" he replied and made the flourish again. There were three different women standing in front of him now. They were all black. One was tall and muscular, another lithe and athletic and the third short and shapely. Each of them also exuded the same sensuality that the others had. I would have been crazy to turn down any of them. "No," I said, but the Devil smiled because he could tell I was tempted. He flourished again and three other women were before him. They were all Asian. This continued for quite some time. He kept switching the women and I kept turning them down. Any one of them could cause a wet dream. He tried all shapes, colors and sizes. Some, like the first brunette were particularly hard to turn down, but none were easy. "How about these?" he said. There was something in his tone that caught my interest. I looked back to the women and saw my ex-wife, Shelly and Sandy. "You can have all of them and do whatever you like to them! You can worship them or be their master." My ex-wife looked like she did when we first met. She was smiling, something I hadn't seen in years. Shelly looked just as I expected Shelly would. Her eyes were challenging and there was a primordial urge to take that challenge and tame her. Sandy looked at me with the same look she gave me earlier, just before Shelly found us. "None of them are real," I said, realizing the truth. "They are as real as you want them to be," the Devil replied. I sighed. "What are they?" I asked. "Why, succubae of course," he replied with a raised eyebrow. "Of course," I groaned and then added, "No, thank you." "You aren't making this easy," the Devil sighed. "Why don't you just tell me what you want?" I smiled. Finally! "I want Sandy free from Shelly's will." "I was afraid of that," the Devil said with a shake of his head. "I can't give you that." "Why not?" I cried. "It's simple really. Sandy was part of Shelly's price for her soul. I can't go back on my part of the deal." "Can't or won't?" I asked angrily. "You don't strike me as someone particularly worried about keeping deals!" "I'm the Devil and although my word normally doesn't mean much at all, it's different when I make a deal for a soul. It's part of the bargain I made with God. I'm sorry, but you can't have Shelly." We stood staring at each other until I sighed and looked away. "Is there anyway for me to free Sandy from Shelly?" I asked. "Doesn't true love break those kind of bonds?" The Devil smiled, but not unkindly. "Only in books and movies," he replied. "You can not free Sandy." "So, she stuck with Shelly forever," I sighed. "I never said that," the Devil replied with a smile. "If Shelly dies, then Sandy is free, which brings me back to my original offer. Do you want my help in killing Shelly? She asked for beauty, a great voice and Sandy. She never asked for long life." It was tempting, but there were two reasons why I didn't accept his offer. The first was that I really didn't want to be responsible for anyone death. Maybe Shelly deserved it after selling her soul, but forcing her to pay it early seemed wrong. She was going to burn for all eternity once she died. I couldn't be the reason why that payment came due. Especially considering my own pending deal. The second reason I didn't accept his offer was that nothing the Devil agreed to didn't have another sinister outcome. I thought about it for a few moments and then nodded in realization. "Sandy will die when Shelly does," I said. "Bravo! Very good!" the Devil laughed. He didn't seem particularly upset that I guessed what he was leaving out. "Sandy's life force is tied to Shelly's. If Shelly dies, then so does Sandy. However, keep in mind, she would be free and not in my care." I nodded in understanding. "What other ways can Sandy be freed? Give me a way where she survives," I asked. "What makes you so certain that there is another way," he asked in reply. I smiled. "I wasn't until just now. Your answer wasn't really an answer. You're hiding something," I replied. Again, he laughed. It sounded like he was really enjoying himself. "There is a way, but I wouldn't get my hopes up," he finally replied. "The only way for Sandy to be free and still living is for her master to release her." "Damn!" I cursed. "Oh, you will be," he teased. I rolled my eyes as thoughts flashed through my mind. We stood silently facing each other for a time while I thought of a plan. "I know what price I want for my soul," I finally said. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I want three wishes." "I'm the Devil, not a genie!" he laughed. I stood silently waiting. He looked at me, paused and then said in amazement, "You're serious!" "Yes," I replied. "Absolutely not!" he cried in mortification. I sat silently watching him. "It doesn't work that way!" He continued to rant for quite a bit longer, but suddenly stopped when he realized I wasn't reacting. "Are you done?" I asked. "A little too over the top?" he asked. "You think?" I replied. We both laughed. "You know, what you are asking really is far beyond the normal scope of what I buy souls for?" he asked once we stopped laughing. "Besides, none of the wishes will work if they involve breaking any of my previous agreements." "You mean I can't wish for Tyler to have a normal sized dick," I said, faking disappointment. The Devil grinned, but did not laugh. "Not you can't," he replied. "You also won't be able to wish Sandy free from Shelly." "I know," I replied. "But that's my problem. The wishes are the price for my soul." He met my gaze once more. "These wishes would have to be selfish or cause harm. I can't grant selfless wishes. I am the Devil after all," he grinned. I nodded in acceptance. That would make things harder, but not impossible. "There is a scope issue as well. You can wish to be rich, but not for all of the money in the world. You can wish for a person's death, but only one person per wish. Basically, you can't wish for anything that would be noticed by the outside world as coming from a higher power," he added. I thought carefully for a moment. "Okay," I replied. "You know that if I agree to this type of deal, then all the other stuff I offered earlier won't happen. You'll still be overweight and out of work. That is, unless you use one of your wishes," he finally said. I laughed. "I might try and insist on getting it all," I replied, and then continued before he could respond. "But, don't worry. I won't. It would only make me feel like I'm cheapening my soul. Besides, I can fix those other things myself." "Then we have a deal?" he asked holding out his hand. "Not quite," I smiled. "I have one more stipulation." "What is it?" he snapped, sounding truly annoyed for the first time. "Part of the deal is that you do nothing to affect my plans either directly or indirectly. You basically stay out of my life and the lives of Shelly and Sandy. You don't start something that eventually affects us. For example, I don't want you sending someone to hijack a bus that then swerves and crushes my car, killing or maiming any of us." "You are a very odd man," Satan replied, giving me a strange look as he paused. He was obviously thinking. "Okay, I'm willing to agree not to do anything to affect the outcome with one exception." "What?" I asked, knowing that I had to be very careful here. "I will come to you from time to time and offer you gifts. Many of them will be extremely pleasurable," he replied, and then laughed when I rolled my eyes. "Yes, they will be temptations and traps involved, but all you need do is not accept my gifts to avoid problems." I tried to guess at what he was trying to do, but couldn't come up with a reason not to accept his condition. It would mean safety for Shelly and more importantly, Sandy. It would mean it for me as well as long as I didn't fall for any of his traps or temptations. Worse case, all I needed to do was not accept his gifts and I would be okay. "Agreed," I said, holding out my hand. He smiled and made no move to take it. "My agreement to this stipulation doesn't come free. I have a condition of my own," he said. I sighed and thought to myself, 'Here it comes!' "You will only have one week to use your wishes." "Absolutely not!" I cried. A week wasn't nearly long enough for my plans. "I will not agree without a time limit. Your price is far too big to leave out there forever." "Okay, then give me a year," I said. It wouldn't take nearly that long, but I wanted to be certain. The Devil smiled, but shook his head. "Maybe a month," he replied. "Eleven months," I countered. "I can see where this is going," he sighed. "Let's settle on six months." I thought for a moment. "Let's settle on sunrise the day after Halloween," I replied. It was actually a couple more days than six months, but for some reason it seemed appropriate. "Absolutely not! That's All Saints day. Six months is October 27. That's what I'll agree to," he replied. There was something in his reaction that caused me to remain stubborn. "Sunrise All Saints day or I walk," I replied. "You can't expect me to agree on such a date," he argued, but I shrugged. "Fine, I'll give you until Halloween at midnight." "All Saints day. Sunrise," I insisted. He watched me carefully, but no more carefully then I was watching him. "No deal," Satan said. "Fine," I sighed. He looked serious. I waved momentarily when I thought about poor Sandy, but I held strong in the end. He could tell the strength of my resolution by looking at me. "You would give up on your price for a few more hours on a deadline?" he asked. "I'm paying with my soul for the wishes," I replied. "There is something your not telling me and I can't think of the right question to ask to figure it out. Your reaction makes me think that the date matters. I could be wrong, but I'm not going to take the chance." "What about Sandy? You'd leave her a slave to Shelly?" "I don't want to, but I have a strong feeling that I won't be able to help her anyway if I give in. You and I both know I plan to use my wishes to help Sandy and possibly punish Shelly and Tyler as well. That's my price for my soul." Satan looked at me again. I let him see how serious I was about the issue. He would agree or I would walk. I was surprised when he finally held out his hand. "Agreed. Is it a deal?" I took a deep breath and nodded as I reached for his hand. "We have a deal," I replied. His hand turned white hot and I screamed out in pain. It didn't last very long, but it felt like an eternity. "I just branded my mark of ownership on your soul," he said when the pain faded and I could think again. "I would have written you an IOU," I gasped out, causing him to laugh again. "You know, I may find some interesting things to do with you once I finally claim your soul. I could use someone like you," the Devil smiled, but then it faded as he added, "Of course, it would have to be worked around your punishment. No one who goes to hell escapes that." His eyes glowed and for a moment I remembered what he showed me earlier. It was gone in a moment, but it once again left no doubt in my mind that he was really Satan. "That something to worry about later," I replied, forcing the thoughts away. "Now, when can I make my wishes?" "You can ask for them at any time now that I've marked your soul," the Devil replied. "Really?" I asked in amazement. He just nodded. I was sorely tempted to find out for sure, but there was only one way to do that, and that would be a huge mistake. Satan was smiling at me while these thoughts passed through my mind. "Tempting, isn't it?" he asked. I shrugged and nodded as he asked, "So, what are you going to do?" "Find Shelly and Sandy," I replied. "That's going to be difficult at this time of night." "I don't suppose you'd tell me where they are?" I asked. He didn't even bother to answer. I smiled and added, "I didn't think so." "It's late. Why not wait until the morning? You're not going to find them anyway," he said. I shrugged and stood to leave. "You're probably right," I replied. "But, maybe I'll just go back to the reunion and see if they are there." "As you wish, but they left not long after you did," he replied. He could be lying, but it was late and the reunion was almost over. "I might as well take a quick look," I sighed. "It's not like I have anything better to do." He made a flourish with his hand again and the first brunette stood before him once more. She was just as amazing as I remembered in her red teddy and garter belts. "For me?" I asked in surprise. "Of course," he replied cryptically. "I like you and its time that I do my good deed for the century." I rolled my eyes at his attempt at humor and he grinned. "You have six months to do what you plan and the odds of you finding Sandy and Shelly tonight are slim to none." "Oh, come on! This is obviously a trap," I said. He shook his head. "No," he replied, motioning the succubus toward me. "This is a temptation. She will give you pleasure beyond imagination!" "At what cost?" I asked, not really expecting an answer. "Your soul if you're not careful," he said watching me, and then smiled and added. "But, that's already mine so you have no fear there." "What else?" I asked. "Only the time you spend with her," he replied as the Brunette wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. My dick was quickly hardening as she ground her hip into it. "I will be anyone you want and do anything you ask," she said, her lips thick and promising. Her scent began to fill me. "What's your name?" I asked her, almost forgetting about Satan's presence. "Can't you guess?" she asked with a smile. My blood was pounding. "Lillith," I replied. It came out as a groan. "You are a smart one," she said, before leaning forward and kissing my neck. She nibbled with surprising gentleness. "So, I take it you are accepting my first gift?" the Devil asked, drawing my attention back to him. "I can't do anything tonight anyway," I replied. I knew it was wrong, but I had already sold my soul and Lillith's mere presence was driving me wild. The Devil Buys My Soul Ch. 01-02 Satan smiled. I knew something wasn't quite right with his offer, but Lillith's attentions dragged my mind from any rational thought. "Well then," Satan said as he walked toward the door. "I'll leave you two to your fun." I didn't hear him leave, but I couldn't care less. Lillith pulled my mouth to her full and perfect breasts. I moaned. Chapter Two Lillith led me to the bedroom. The bed was king sized and there were lots of mirrors in the room. She sat me on a large stuffed chair beside the bed and rested on the floor between my legs. She opened my pants with both hands and then used one of them to stroke me to hardness. She held her hair in a ponytail with her other hand as she took the head of my cock into her mouth. She was smiling up at me every time I looked at her. Lillith's eyes promised pleasures that she was more than qualified to deliver as her tongued danced along the top of my dick. She moved to the underside and I couldn't help but groan. "Come for me!" she demanded. "Not yet," I replied. I felt my orgasm building already, but it was still a little while away. Lillith let her tongue trail down to my balls. She continued to stroke my cock as her tongue worked its magic. "Soon!" I cried after a time, fighting off my orgasm. Lillith smiled and moved her mouth to the head of my dick again. She met my gaze as her hand released my cock. Both her arms rested on my thighs as she slowly took my entire length into her mouth. Her dark hair was hanging down, but I could still see her watching me through it. I grabbed her head and started moving it up and down on my cock. She groaned in pleasure. This caused me to move her head faster. She didn't fight me at all and took my entire length in her mouth and down her throat with every stroke. The pace of our actions picked up again, but I couldn't tell whether it was her or me that caused it. A normal woman would have suffocated by the time I was ready to cum, but not Lillith! She grabbed my balls on my last thrust and squeezed them. "Now!" I cried, warning her. Lillith held my cock in her throat as her nose lay buried in my pubic hair. She released my balls and used her overly long tongue to caress them. I came so hard that I actually blacked out for a moment. Lillith still lay between my legs when I was able to focus again. She was once again massaging my member. "The night is young. What next?" she asked. I was surprised to see that my dick was already responding to her actions. I figured it must have something to do with her being a Succubus. "Let's try the bed," I smiled. Lillith stood in one smooth motion. Her body was taunt and limber and the way she stood waiting for me left little to the imagination, or maybe I should say promised fulfillment of all I could imagine. "Undress me," I said as I stood. I held up my arms as she slowly did what I asked. Her hands and lips caressed every part of my body as my clothes disappeared from my body. I was ready to attack her by the time I was fully naked. I was sorely tempted to do just that, but that was for later. First, I wanted desperately to see her naked. I pulled her to me and we kissed passionately. I started undoing the little clothes she wore. It took me longer than you would think because I tried to return her earlier favor. My tongue and hands worked her body thoroughly. Lillith seemed to be enjoying my action almost as much as I did hers. "I want you to fuck me!" she demanded as she broke away and lay on the bed with her long legs held open. I stared down at her heaving chest. Her pink pussy lay open and wet for me. I had to fight back a strong desire to howl. "Later," I said and fell between her legs. My mouth found her center and Lillith gasped. "Oh my!" she cried, looking at me with a smile. "That's nasty!" I smiled, but remained silent as I worked her pussy with my tongue. She tasted amazing. Lillith surprised me by cumming quickly. I hadn't even touched her clit yet. "Fuck me now!" she demanded, but instead I laughed. "What's your rush?" I asked, letting my tongue drift up to her clit. She gasped. "I'm not done yet." "Don't you want to fuck me?" she asked, but I could tell she liked what I was doing. "Of course!" I replied. "What man wouldn't?" "So then take me!" she cried. "Eventually," I replied, smiling once again. I stopped talking and started giving her clit some serious attention. Lillith came quickly once more, but I refused to stop what I was doing. She kept cumming for quite some time. "No more! Please!" she begged, but I ignored her and brought her to another orgasm. She came so hard that her body shook for minutes afterward. "Are you okay?" I asked once she was done. She smiled. "Of course I'm okay," she replied. "I'm a succubus. I live for this type of stuff. It's just that I haven't been with someone in a long time who thought of my pleasure as well as his own." "I'm not all that altruistic," I laughed. "I just enjoy the different tastes of women." "Well then, you'll have to do that again. I can make myself taste different the next time," she began, but then paused when I started moving. She laughed and added, "Not right now! Later!" "Oh, okay," I said, making myself sound disappointed. She laughed again. "Don't worry! I'll certainly want you to do it again before we're done. At least once!" she said as she once again took hold of my dick. "But right now I want you to fuck me!" "Ready so soon?" I asked in surprise. "Succubus, remember," she smiled. "I think you guys may have gotten a bump rap," I joked. She didn't laugh or even smile. "No, we earned the reputation we have," she said, sounding sad for a moment, yet before I could say or do anything she pulled me on top of her and growled, "Now take me!" I thrust into her in one smooth stroke. She was extremely tight and wet. I fucked her slowly as I nibbled on her breasts. I paid particular attention to her nipples. Lillith started crying out, but not in any words that I understood. I glanced up at her face and saw that she was panting and swinging her head back and forth. Her eyes were closed and she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. I picked up the pace. "That's it! Faster!" she cried. I moved up and kissed her deeply as I picked up the pace once again. "Cum for me!" she panted. I felt Lillith's nails scratching my back. "I want to feel your cum deep inside of me!" "Soon!" I cried. "No, now!" she demanded. Her nails dug deeper. I took her arms in my hands and forced them over her head. I could see my own blood under her nails. "That hurt!" I snapped. "What did you expect? I am a demon after all," she replied, fighting against me. She might be a demon, but she was no stronger than an average woman her size. I had no problem holding her as I continued to pump into her. Of course, I was moving slower now. "What do you want?" I asked her. "That's easy," she replied with a laugh that quickly turned into a growl. "I want you to stop trying to make love to me and treat me like the demon I am!" "What?" I asked in surprise. "I've been trying to tell you, but you won't listen," she sighed. Thankfully, she stopped fighting me as well. "I'm a succubus, not a woman. I was built for raw unadulterated sex! I've never felt love and never will. That emotion is not part of me." "I don't understand," I said. "I know," she replied with a shake of her head. She thought a moment and then tried a different track. "It doesn't matter. All you need know is that I get off by being taken. The harder the better! You can't really hurt me. Far sicker men then you have tried. You can try every fantasy you've ever had with me. I can be any woman and nothing is too sick for me to try! I'll enjoy it all! Now take me!" What she was saying sunk in slowly. A part of me was disappointed, but a baser more animal part of me wanted to howl in rapture. She must have seen my reaction through my eyes. "Yes! That's it! Let that part of you free!" she cried. There wasn't a physical snap, but there must have been a psychological one, because suddenly I was driving into Lillith once more. It wasn't long before I was slamming in and out of her with all the strength I had. I ignored the pain and kept on pounding into her. The power of my thrusts would have hurt a normal woman, but Lillith just grinned and came again. I crushed her lips with my own, bruising them. She tried to bite me, but I pushed her head back down on the bed. I held her there as I fucked her ever-tightening pussy. I looked around the room, but everyplace I turned there was a mirror. In each if them I saw Lillith shivering in ecstasy. "Take my cum!" I cried and released a flood of cum deep into her pussy. Lillith came again. I once again passed out momentarily. I lay atop of Lillith crushing her, but she didn't seem to mind. "What now?" she asked when I rolled off of her. "Lick me back to life," I said. Lillith smiled and moved between my legs. I surprised myself again when I grew hard faster then I thought possible after such an encounter. I moved Lillith until she lay on top of me in a sixty-nine position. My tongue danced in her pussy. As promised, she didn't taste the same as before, but I liked this taste just as well. I was just moving to her clit when I felt her tongue on my balls once again. It moved swiftly and covered a lot of area. It felt amazing! She must have an extremely long tongue. I focused on her clit until she came again. Lillith continued to lick my balls as she stroked my cock with one hand. After her orgasm died down I let my tongue drift to her ass. "Finally!" she cried. I laughed despite myself. My ex-wife would never let me near her ass. I used my tongue on Lillith's ass for quite a while. I felt her tongue drift down to my own ass. It felt good for a moment, but then she tried to push in and I rolled off of her. "Not ready for that yet, are we?" she teased. I flipped her onto her stomach. "No, but I am ready for this!" I cried as I shoved the head of my cock up her ass. It was even tighter than her pussy! "Now that feels good!" she cried as I pushed my full length into her. I grabbed hold of her hips and started slamming in and out of her as soon as I was fully in. She thrashed underneath me and cried out. "Fuck my ass! Shove that long staff of yours all the way in! Make me cum again!" It wasn't long before she did just that. I joined her on her second orgasm in this position. I jammed my cock deep into her ass and cried out as I came. Again, it felt like a flood of cum left me and filled her. This time I was expecting the momentary loss of consciousness. I rolled off of Lillith just before it came. "Let's take a shower," I said when I was able to focus again. She didn't look particularly thrilled, but I didn't care. She said I could fulfill all my fantasies. Fucking in the shower really turned me on. My ex-wife stopped showering with me years ago. We stood and made our way to the bathroom. The shower was a large walk-in with a ledge. Lillith led me to the ledge once the water was regulated and sat me down. She once again kneeled between my legs. I watched and was unsurprised to see my body reacting. Lillith continued for a while before standing and leaning against one of the glass walls. She shook her ass at me invitingly. I smiled and stood behind her. My cock slipped into her pussy from behind almost of its own violation. The water was hitting me in the side of the face, so I turned to move the showerhead in a different direction. Suddenly I felt a strong pang of thirst. It was so strong that I couldn't stop myself from opening my mouth and drinking. It was delicious! I almost forgot about Lillith as I drank. I also realized that I was hungry, but Lillith noticed me drinking and pushed back with her ass reminding me where I was and what I was doing. I looked down at her ass and grinned. I'd eat later! I started fucking her pussy once again. I reached around Lillith and pinched her nipples. "Harder!" she cried. I pinched harder and then twisted them. "More!" I'm not certain how long we went at it, but eventually I came again and so did Lillith. She was holding me up when I was able to focus again. "Lets go back to the bedroom," she said. I nodded in agreement. Lying down sounded good. Someone or something had cleaned the room while we were in the shower. Lillith pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. She started riding me slowly, but was soon bouncing faster than I thought humanly possible. I don't know how many times she came, but eventually I joined her. My mind momentarily blanked as usual. "I have a position that I know you'll love!" she said with a grin. That position was followed by another, and another, and another after that. I lost count of the positions and the number of times I came. My thoughts were moving slower and slower, but all I could do was watch Lillith either directly or in the mirrors that covered the room's walls. Her every action drew me to her. "That's it! Fuck my black pussy!" I heard the cry and focused to find a small black woman under me. I was fucking her furry pussy while she wrapped her ankles around my head. She was quite limber and I was enjoying fucking her, but I was confused. Where was Lillith? "Lillith?" I asked. "That's me!" the small black woman replied. She didn't look or sound like the brunette, but looking into her eyes, I realized it was true. "I told you, I can be anyone you desire!" I grunted and came deep in her tight, black pussy. She cried, "Yes! More!" Later, I found myself fucking my ex-wife's mouth. Actually, she was lying on her back with her head over the side of the bed. I standing and thrusting my cock deep into her mouth. I could see my length as it bulged her throat. I glanced into her eyes and saw Lillith looking back at me. She winked. I kept fading in and out, so I'm not sure what else I did for a while. Eventually, I found myself fucking my ex-wife's ass. That was something she would never do while we were married, but she seemed to be really enjoying it now! I came and passed out again. Shelly lay next to me as I finger fucked her pussy. She was biting down hard on her own nipple. Her blond hair was sweat soaked and she groaned as I slipped another finger into her. I blinked and found Shelly on all fours as I fucked her from behind. I was holding both her arm like reigns as I pulled her back hard with every thrust. I expected that one of her shoulders would dislocate any minute, but it never happened and I came again when her pussy squeezed my cock clamp-like. My high school honor biology teacher was sitting on her desk with her long skirt thrust aside. I was sitting at my desk watching her play with her pussy. Her hand blurred and she came. I clamored out of my desk and made my way toward her. "You are failing my class," she said, and then added naughtily, "You need some special tutoring!" She didn't seem to notice that I wasn't a boy anymore. I smiled, moved between her legs and thrust into her. She cried out and wrapped her arms around me. My old teacher held on for dear life as I plowed into her. We both screamed as we came. The Asian woman looked familiar, but I couldn't place her. She was tiny with long black hair. I saw that her ass was tight and her nipples long as she came to me. "Who are you?" I asked in confusion. "Why, you ex-wife's lawyer of course," she smiled. "Don't tell me you don't remember the woman who help you ex-wife get the house and the car?" "You bitch!" I cried in shock. I didn't recognize her at first because she always dressed so conservatively and acted so asexual, but not any more! "Give me what I deserve!" she cried as she literally climbed up my body and wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. Her almond shaped eyes kept shifting and I tried to remember something, but my cock slipped into her pussy and all thoughts were gone. I held her small ass in the palms of my hands as I fucked her as we stood there. She came first, but I wasn't long behind her. I fell to the floor once I was done. "Let's go to the bed!" the tall redheaded woman demanded. I pulled her into the shower and forced her down on her knees. She tried to argue, but I shoved my cock into her mouth and she started sucking. "Yes!" I cried. My mouth fell open and water sprayed into it. Again, I drank as I realized how thirsty I was feeling. "Come on! Let's go back to the bed!" I looked and the redhead was gone. Lillith stood in front of me again. I let her pull me out of the shower and bathroom. "I'm tired," I croaked. She smiled. "I know, but you still have so many more fantasies to fulfill!" she replied, turning into my old boss's wife. She was playing with her rather floppy breasts. I groaned as he pulled my face between them. I lost track of the number of women Lillith became. Sometimes I remembered they were all Lillith, but at other times it seemed like I was with the actual person. I was exhausted and confused. All I knew for sure was that I had sex with them all and enjoyed every moment of each encounter. It wasn't just the fact that she could change into whoever I wanted. Lillith was also true to her word about her willingness to try anything. I tried things with her that I'd only read about in magazines. We enacted some of my deepest and darkest fantasies. Some were very enjoyable while other caused me to try something else quickly. We did some things that I'm not particularly proud of, but it didn't matter, at least not at the time. Lillith seemed to get happier and more beautiful with each passing moment. It was only when I insisted that we take a shower every so often that she lost some of her smile. "Not again!" she finally snapped. I didn't bother arguing. She was winning those with more frequency as the night wore on. Instead, I stood and made my way to the bathroom. I stumbled once, but that was to be expected considering the workout I was getting. I entered the shower and turned on the water. I started drinking the moment the water left the showerhead. Hunger pains no longer bothered me, but the water still tasted so good! "Stop that and come here!" Lillith cried as she entered the bathroom. This time she looked like Sandy. "I want you to sit down here and let me ride you!" She was pointing toward the toilet. I took a step toward her, but then frowned. Sandy. There was something about Sandy. "Come on! I want you!" Sandy cried, but I knew it wasn't her. I took a step back and a towel blocked my view for a moment. My eyes were drawn to the mirror. I saw Sandy's reflection, but for the first time I also saw my own. I looked horrible! My eyes had large dark circles and my cheeks looked sunken. "What have I done!" I cried as I looked at the beard covering my chin. It was almost full grown. Lillith stepped into my view. For a moment my mind became fuzzy, but I fought against it. "Come back to bed with me," she said with a smile. Lillith must have realized that her choosing Sandy's likeness was a mistake. Her form started flitting from one woman to another until she finally became the brunette once more. She smiled and took my hand. She raised it to her mouth and licked one of my fingers. She was obviously trying to tempt me. It almost worked until I thought about Sandy. Suddenly it all came back to me! I remembered my bargain with the Devil! I remembered poor Sandy and Shelly. The guilt and self-hatred helped me face the succubus in front of me. I pulled my hand free. "Enough, Lillith!" I cried and stumbled out of the bathroom and through the bedroom. "Back so soon?" I turned at the voice and saw the Devil standing in the kitchen. I pushed past him and grabbed a piece of fruit. I ate it as my hunger returned. On the third piece, my stomach revolted and the fruit came back up. The Devil Buys My Soul Ch. 01-02 "That's disgusting," Satan said with a shake of his head, but he didn't look particularly bothered by it. I stared at him and felt an overwhelming hatred, but I was too weak to do anything other than glare. Even that was almost too much effort. "How long?" I asked after taking a deep breath. "About a month," he replied. I groaned. A month wasted! "I have to get out of here!" I snapped, but fell to the ground as I tried to make my way to the door. "It looks like poor Sandy will be Shelly's toy for the rest of her life," he teased. "That is unless you're willing to use one of your wishes." I groaned again as I tried to come up with any answer other than that. I looked down at myself and realized just how bad off I was. A month without food might be too much to recover from. Especially considering the time constraint, but I just couldn't get myself to use one of my wishes. I grit my teeth, stood and stumbled to the phone. I was surprised that there was a dial tone until I remembered part of our deal. Cutting the phone line would break the Devil's non-interference agreement. "Hello," I said after dialing 911. "I need an ambulance." I gave the address and some bullshit story about falling. I wasn't sure how I was going to explain my starvation, but I ignored that for now. I hung up the phone and slouched on the chair. "So, not willing to use a wish," Satan said with a sigh. "I'm not going to waste one so soon. I may need it to find Sandy," I replied. Again, he shrugged and smiled. I shook my head and added, "You really are evil." "But of course, I am the Devil," he said, still smiling. The horns and tail reappeared as well as the wave of dread. "I hope you burn as much as the souls you steal!" I snapped with more energy then I though I had left. I was really madder at myself than him. I accepted his first gift and almost died because of it. I lost a month, possibly two before I was back on my feet. What a fool! "Did you think that the horn, tail and feeling of dread were all just props?" he asked as they all disappeared. "Well, you might be right, but then again, maybe not. After all, I am evil incarnate with or without such things." I surged up from the chair and took a swing at him. He stepped back with a laugh as I fell to floor. I groaned as he stood over me. He was smiling as usual. "What? You can't possibly be mad at me," he said as he looked down into my eyes. "I told you that the only thing Lillith would cost you was time." "Only time? I'm nearly dead from starvation! You said that she was only a temptation. You said there was no traps involved!" "Oh, that," he said nonchalantly. "Well, I lied there. I am the Devil after all." The anger disappeared and the oddity of the situation hit me. I laughed despite myself. "Go to hell!" I said, still laughing. "I plan to," he replied, but then turned to the bedroom and called, "Lillith! It's time to go." The succubus came out of the room looking as enticing as always. She walked up to me and kissed me. "Why don't we go somewhere where we can be alone?" she asked. I was tempted. Despite everything that happened to me, I was still tempted. She was that alluring. "You know, seeing you again makes me feel less like a fool," I said, ignoring her offer as I fought to raise myself back to the chair. "I'm only human and you are certainly every man's fantasy. How could I possibly deny you?" "Then come with me!" she said, sounding almost as if she were begging. "I can continue to fulfill your fantasies!" "No, the time for fantasies is over," I sighed. "Besides, if I go with you, I'll die and burn without ever using my wishes." "But if you leave me I will be punished for failure!" she cried. I looked at her and shrugged. "Aren't you the one who convinced me that you are a demon, not a woman?" I asked. "You should be use to your master's punishments. Besides, I doubt fire and brimstone will even hurt you." "You don't understand!" she said, this time crying for real. "I'm a succubus! He won't have me tortured. He'll simply deny me sexual gratification. That's true hell for one of my kind!" "I'm sorry," I said with a shrug as I fell into the chair. I could hear the sirens getting closer. "Hopefully our last month together will give you memories to keep you going until he uses you again." The Devil briefly looked annoyed that Lillith wasn't able to entice me to make the same mistake again. "Begone! You've failed me!" Satan snapped as Lillith. "I may deny you your sexual gratification for eons!" Lillith cried out in some foreign language, but disappeared before I could make out any of the words. "What? A day or two before you send her out again?" I asked with a smile. "She's far too valuable to not use." "I wish!" Satan snapped. "I'll have to punish her for at least a century. That's my standard punishment for a succubus that fails me. I can't let my minions think I have favorites." "You're the Devil. Of course you have favorites!" I replied, causing him to laugh. "Maybe I'll let her out again in fifty years for good behavior," he joked. I shrugged as he added, "I have to be going. The ambulance has arrived." "I hope you fall into a black hole and never find your way out," I said without any heat. "Who do you think created black holes?" I smiled despite myself as he disappeared. "I could learn to like you if you weren't so damned evil!" I called out. I thought I heard an echo of laughter. I was light headed and found myself giggling at the situation. After all, even though I was near death and already a month behind, probably two, at least I survived the Devil's gift with all three of my wishes intact. Besides, how many men could say they slept with a succubus and survived? I could hear the front door being forced open. It sounded much farther away than the fifteen feet I knew it to be. I lost track of things as shadows that eventually turned into men hovered over me. I frowned as my thoughts cleared. I felt myself being lifted, but I was oblivious to the people in the room. The oxygen and whatever else they gave me got rid of the giddiness I was feeling. My good mood disappeared as I remembered Sandy. I pictured her with Shelly standing over her laughing. My stupidity and weakness almost caused me to fail before I really got started. I knew the Devil would try and trick me when we made the deal. He told me so! Yet, I let myself be swayed by Lillith and almost died. That would have been bad enough, but it would have meant that I failed Sandy. I was tired of failing in my life. Perhaps I just never had the right reason to win. I decided that Sandy would be that reason. I loved her and she needed me. I couldn't explain why I loved her, especially since I only saw her once since high school. I wasn't even sure she loved me in return, but it didn't matter. I would not let anything get in the way of rescuing her. Not even the Devil. "Watch out Satan! I won't make the same mistake again!" "What did he say?" one of the emergency people asked. "Who knows? It sounded like nonsense to me. He's delirious," his partner answered as they wheeled me out.