Mad Minerva

Instant recap: Enthralled by sexy photos she found in an old album, Mindy forgot herself and became aroused. A terrifying creature appeared, in the image of the Devil himself.

9. Deal with the Devil

“So what do you want with me?” said Mindy to Mephistopheles. “Are you gonna hand me a contract to sell my soul or something?” Despite her fear, she couldn’t keep the sarcastic contempt out of her voice.

“A soul such as yours is of no value,” he said with even deeper contempt; “that is, your psyche. It’s riddled with holes through which any passing entity can intrude, including my minions. It’s a hotch-potch of conflicting elements, and would be ripped apart in a moment by the tempests that blow in my realm.” The cruel barb hit home, and Mindy’s self-esteem sank another notch. Now the Devil fixed her with a lascivious grin and said, “Your body, however, has a bit of potential.”

The impact hit her like a sledgehammer. She fell back spread-armed against a bookcase, and a couple of volumes fell to the floor. Mephistopheles stepped around the desk toward her, saying: “Black as it is, my heart is moved with pity for your sexual deprivation, as you whimpered about the other night to your would-be Lochinvar. Perhaps you were wise to hold back for fear of my thralls, for they are a scurvy and impotent lot, with barely an ounce of balls among them. It so happens that I myself had to sacrifice my talented wand on the nuptial bed of my Queen, for she bit it off with the teeth in her twat and bronzed it to use as her scepter. Marcus one-upped me in that little rite, which will make your deflowering twice as sweet.” His tail wormed its way between his legs and twitched obscenely at Mindy from his crotch, a slithery pseudo-phallus.

“Stay away from me!” she screamed, throwing books and binders at him in desperation. He swatted them away with his tail, and extended his hammy right hand toward her. It grew even bigger and started grabbing at her; she tried to duck away, zig-zagging like a gazelle hopelessly evading a cheetah till the final fatal pounce. The hand caught her around the middle, pinioning her left arm with its now-useless Aegis against her body. Then its fingers stretched out like snakes, wrapping around her right arm and the rest of her torso. A finger sprouted a snake-mouth and tore open her bodice, exposing her breasts. She shrieked for help as loud as a siren, but snake-fingers clamped over her mouth as a gag. With its preterhuman strength the hand lifted her into the air like a fly in a spider’s webbing, except for her legs which kicked about convulsively.

Mephistopheles raised his left hand and a finger snaked out; it reached up Mindy’s skirt and snatched off her panties, then ripped away most of the skirt as well. It formed a hand at its tip and grabbed one of her ankles, then another finger followed suit and took hold of her other ankle. The finger-hands spread out her legs so that she was helplessly open to penetration as she squirmed in midair, her terror-stricken eyes riveted on the writhing tail. It advanced and touched her yoni. She stiffened against the assault, but then it began lithely stroking her whole pubic area, her thighs, and around to her backside. Some of the fingers began stimulating her breasts in the same titillating way. Despite her steeliest efforts, the feathery touches became intensely pleasurable, and she softened up.

“And now, my little chickadee,” said her captor, “you’re ready to swallow the serpent.”

She tried to stiffen up again, but it was too late. The red arrowhead bunched up against her pussy, apparently much too big to fit. But the tip exuded a little wormy protrusion which skewered into her crevice, dilating it enough for the head. There was a sense of insistent pressure, then a hard push, and it was in. Mindy was electrified by the entirely new sensation, her heart and mind ripped asunder between the horror of being forcibly violated and the incredible luscious pleasure of the cock-tail thrusting farther and farther up her vaginal cavern. It had magical properties that would be envied by mortal men ~ it sprouted more worms on the shaft which continuously fibrillated her G-spot. Inexorably her resistance melted away and her body began to spasm, annihilating the last shard of thought left in her mind and the last shred of her personal identity.

The orgasm went on and on, and the Devil’s tail did not slacken. He brought her legs together around it, and bound them fast with finger-cords. He gently rocked her supine body like a baby in a cradle, until she drifted all the way into the nirvanic joy of the womb. He unbound her mouth, and it emitted soft gasps in the rhythm of the orgasm. Then he carefully raised her upright until her open eyes were on a level with his face.

The Mindy-fetus was now suffused with still another sensation, intensifying the ecstasy. In an uncharacteristically gentle tone, Mephistopheles said, “I know how nearly impossible it is for you to speak in your bliss, but I want you to do it silently at least, for I will hear your thoughts.”

Her mouth began to make little twitching movements. Nothing came through her lips but mentally she formed words, drawing them out in her languid spasm: “Yesssssss, mmmyyyyy Looooorrrrrd….”

“Ah,” said the Devil, “well done! Now I wonder if you can tell me anything of what you feel.”

After a gasping effort she whispered, “I-I-I luuuuuvvvvvv youuuuuuuu….”

“Why, I’m touched! And I love you too,” said the Father of Lies, sounding almost as if he really meant it. “Would you like to continue our relationship?”

Mindy’s suspended body twitched, and she said, still sibilating: “You mean you would forsake me?”

Now the Devil smirked in delight and said ingenuously, “Not if you don’t want me to. Will you be mine, my luscious little darling?”

“Oh yesssssss! I give myself to you forever, my master and king! I wish only to serve you and give you glory!”

“Are you willing to come with me and live in my home? Some of those who serve me there find it a bit… uncomfortable. And I must admit that the climate inclines to the torrid side.”

“O my divine master, do with me what you will! Try me in the fire! I long to be consumed in the enrapturing furnace of your infinite love! Scourge me, crucify me, flay me alive, throw me into boiling oil! Let me be ground by the teeth of wild beasts that I might become bread for your platter.  I offer my neck to your axe, and my body to be burned at the stake. My heart thrills at the thought of the undreamt-of torments that await me in Hell! I want them all to be my lot, if it’s pleasing to you! I will stay with my eyes fixed on you, fascinated by your enrapturing gaze, longing to be the prey of your love! Please, please carry me off to the cauldron of fire, and plunge me into its glowing abyss, that I may become forever your happy holocaust!”

Mephistopholes gloated in genuine surprise at the fervor of Mindy’s masochistic plea. “My, my,” he said, “you are the most delectable bride I’ve taken in ages! My heart leaps at your perverse lusts, and rest assured I will fulfill your every wish!”

“Oh, thank you, thank you, my Lord!”

“Now let’s make haste,” he said, “for the deal is sealed.” He loosened her legs, pulled out his tail, then wrapped them again in the bonds.

Slowly and sluggishly her faculties emerged from the cocoon of the all-consuming orgasm. Her mind recoagulated and was riven with horror at the memory of what had just transpired. “You fucker, you tricked me!” she screamed, squirming wildly but futilely in the bonds.

The Devil’s face beamed with sadistic satisfaction as he indulgently explained: “In his infinite bleeding-heart smugness, my Adversary will not allow me the simple pleasure of inflicting my will upon souls without their consent. This quixotic restriction would make my job odiously complicated and boring were it not for the infinite stupidity of all sentient beings. They’re easy to trick and they fall into the most obvious snares, especially those baited with sex. But I confess it’s a rare pleasure to meet one who literally begs for damnation as you did. We’re going to have a great time down below, so let us not tarry, my love!”

“No-o-o-o-o!” she cried, but he gagged her again with his rubbery fingers, tossed her over his shoulder, and strode out the door.

10. The Flash in the Flesh

Coming soon!

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