Dance With The Devil
by Mia Jennings
© 2001

It was past midnight when I walked into a downtown liquor store cloaked in black leather, a nylon mask, and a stolen, colt forty-five in my hands. With panicked force I screamed at the clerk to give me all the money there was in the till and safe. When I'd seen him reach down below the counter, as if he was trying to retrieve a gun or set off an alarm, I instinctively shot him dead. And when the clerk hit the ground and landed in his pool of thick blood on the ceramic floor, I heard another gun shot echo behind me, felt a sharp pain in my back, and then fell down into a deep tunnel of complete darkness. The direction I was going wasn't Heaven.

On earth I'd been a twenty -five year old female, who never abided by the laws. I was a tough, brunette with a ton of Italian attitude and a large chip on my shoulder. I grew up in The Bronx, was raised by an alcoholic mother in a one room flat, and became addicted to drugs by the time I was eleven. I'd lived a Hell on Earth and was destined for damnation in my afterlife as well from the minute I was born. My Grandmother had always warned my mother that I was a bad seed. And today I was proving her right. I'm sure she'll gloat with satisfaction at my funeral. If my mother gets away from the bottle long enough to have one.

Down I tumbled into the dark abyss. Years of guilt from the crimes I've committed, as well as the bodies I've murdered, haunted me with a flashback of horrid visions while I fell. Tremors of fear shook through me and it felt as if I was suffocating from my terror. Eventually my gruesome ride had ended, and beyond the hot flames I landed inside a dungeon full of kinky toys, art, and apparatus.

"Get up now, bitch!" I heard a dominant, female voice command, which had a heavy German accent.

"Who in the fuck was talking to me like this? " I thought annoyed, wanting to kick her ass. But thought differently when I witnessed two more just like her standing by her side. All three of them were gorgeous, German blondes, over six feet tall, with bodies that stunned the eyes and heated the senses. The saliva from my bi - sexual tongue dripped with temptation when I'd seen them.

By their strong appearance I knew that they would've made me suffer if I didn't do as they ordered, and this made me a bit nervous, as well as horny. There was something very kinky about being ordered by someone more dominant, even though I hated to admit this. I was a strong woman and liked it when someone could challenge my power. Most people were afraid of me and acted like a wuss whenever I threatened them. I guess I was now getting a taste of my own medicine in the intimation department. Kicking their asses wasn't going to happen in Hell, and I should've been prepared for the sharp bite from the head Mistress' whip when I didn't respond to her command as fast as she would've liked. Little did she know that I enjoyed the titillation from her punishment. It made my blood simmer with thrill between my thighs.

"Get up I said!" Again the head Mistress ordered, with her two guards still by her side. " Master vants you clean, shaved, cuffed, and delivered within zeh hour. "

Soon I heard the crack of the Mistress's whip again and felt its burn on my ass. If only she knew that I loved to be spanked, she wouldn't be doing it so often. But then again, maybe she did and was having fun teasing me. When she impacted my tender flesh, a gush of warm wetness oozed down my legs. "Was I in Heaven or Hell?" I thought, smiling to myself.

Before the sharp sting could linger with gratification, I felt the back of my hair being pulled by one of her guards, the smallest and prettiest one. This only made my blood now boil with arousal. Quickly I was collared and a sterling silver leash was hooked onto it, before I was dragged through the dungeon to the bath house.

When we entered I could hardly see a thing from the steamy haze. Yet, my ears could hear a vast sea of dominant voices, submissive cries, and an occasional slice of the whip echo through the foggy vapors. This was the room where sinners went to be baptized into Hell. Now every one of my muscles had tightened, and my mind swarmed with what would occur next.

Quickly the tallest guard ripped my clothes off and tossed them into the moat of fire which circled the room of numerous tubs. And then I heard the other guard order me to get into one of the tubs and felt her shove my body with force into the scalding liquid. I refused to permit their viciousness get to me, or whimper from the extreme temperature. I was stronger than this when I was in prison, ten years prior, for killing someone in a robbery, and knew that if I played their game right and didn't reveal my fear, I'd remain fairly intact. But this wasn't a prison sentence, it was eternity, and how long could I withstand their torture?

>From time to time while I was being bathed, the tallest guard pulled hard on my nipples and twisted, gibbered something in German to the other guard, and then wickedly laughed. I quivered from the erotic sensation and gasped with elation and a bit of pain. While indulging in the torture, the head Mistress poked her fingers deep into my pussy, flicked, wiggled, and probed, until I moaned with uncontrollable pleasure. While the head Mistress explored each one of my holes with her fingers, even my mouth, making me suck it as if it were a stiff cock, the other guards continued to wash my body and torture my breasts. The stimulation I was receiving was almost too much, and my pussy was now as hot and wet as the water in which I bathed.

When she was finished exploring she retrieved an open blade razor, and a bit of warm oil. She made me stand up, rubbed some oil onto my stubbled pussy, and shaved me clean again. I shaved while I was still alive, and only had a shadow to get rid of. When she was done, she rinsed me off, told me to get out of the tub, her guards dried me off, and they placed four black leather cuffs on me, one on each of my wrists and ankles.

Within the next hour I was delivered to the Master of Hell, the Devil. Only he didn't appear like anything in which I'd imagined. There were no fangs, no horns, no sharp claws, or demonic figure. He was just a man, a tall, dark and handsome man, with magnetic blue eyes. It was difficult to not be enamored by his look and his well dressed attire. I love men in classy suits and he was now standing before me, garnished with every trait I find appealing in the male species. Even his expensive cologne intoxicated me when he came near. It was as if he knew the depths of me and had formed himself into my fantasy man.

"Girls," he authoritatively ordered, " tie her to that cross over there." It was then I'd seen a black cross located to my right, isolated on a sturdy, non - flammable island, in the center of a burning abyss. A long, portable, platform made from the island's material bridged us to it.

My heart raced faster, and my pussy dripped uncontrollably with arousal when they tied my limbs securely to the cross with ropes and chains, exited, and removed the platform bridge. Now I was deserted with a man whom I found myself extremely attracted to. But for how long would I remain his prisoner? And what was going to happen to me now?"

At first he didn't say a word. He just mesmerized me with his eyes, as if he was telling me that I was in for one Hell of a ride. Suddenly my sight was blinded by a red velvet blindfold, and no longer could I be held in trance by his stare. However, the smell of his cologne became stronger and more intoxicating to my senses, which increased my horny ache. I shivered when I felt his hands roam my vulnerable body, and my pussy became hotter and wetter when his nails scraped lightly against my skin. I gasped with delight and shrieked with a bit of pain when he pinched my right nipple extremely hard and twisted until my shriek transcended into a scream.

He must've been delighted with my response, because I heard him laugh a few inches away from my ear, as if he was enjoying himself. I screamed even louder when he pinched and twisted my left nipple even harder. However, I was trying not to succumb to his inflicted agony, so I did what whatever I could to find pleasure in the moment. I was going to somehow make him serve me. I've never been under the control of a man, and didn't intend to now, regardless of how intoxicating and powerful the Devil could be, and how bad I wanted to succumb to him.

Abruptly I felt the back of my hair being pulled and this tantalized me even more. I loved having my hair pulled and now wanted to be fucked in the worse way. But the Master wasn't ready to let me have his cock yet. At this point I wasn't sure if he ever fucked his sinners or if he let them dangle on the edge of pure want, like he was doing to me now. The unsatisfied ache between my legs felt very much like punishment, and I was about to do anything for forgiveness. And we'd only just begun.

When my head was tipped back with my hair in his tight grip, his hot breath brushed my neck, which subdued a heated feeling within, before he spoke. "My child, " he said to me with a calm, stern tone, " Do you remember years ago, when we danced this very same dance together. Tsk…Tsk…. Don't you ever learn from your mistakes?"

"What the fuck was he talking about?" I thought annoyed. "I had no clue what he was making reference to. What did he mean did I remember the dance? I didn't recall any frickin' dance. And what mistakes?"

"I know what you're thinking," he uttered again so smoothly near my ear. "Remember, I'm the Devil, and I know all. Twenty-five years ago, you were here within my grasp of pleasure and pain. I punished you for your evil sins once before. Don't you remember?"

"Fuck you," I seethed.

"How dare you defy me while you're in such a vulnerable state. It's not wise my dear." He retorted with agitation, "I thought a street rat such as yourself would know that you're not supposed to piss the Master off. I guess you're not as smart as I once thought you were."

Without warning I felt my hair being pulled harder and his hands firmly wrap like a serpent around my neck. This only excited me more. I was no longer afraid. Somehow I felt as if I'd known this man somewhere before and didn't feel the need to fear him. Not yet anyway.

I loved how kinky he was. I sensed that this strong powered man has tamed me before and would tame me once again, much like an excelled Master would a wild stallion. Regardless of my objections. And knowing this made the ache between my legs much stronger. It felt as if all the blood in my body had moved downwards and was now diabolically beating inside my swollen clit. Yet, I still wasn't ready to relent to his will.

The Devil knew that I was getting extremely turned on by him, so he tightened his grip around my neck, stuck out his long tongue and slithered it down my body. My knees trembled with hot anticipation. I was hoping that he'd hurry up and lap the wetness from my cunt. I wanted him to taste my succulent flavor and eat me until I screamed. However, of course he could read my mind and knew precisely what I wanted. So he stopped a few inches away from my quivering pussy. Abruptly, I felt the smack of his hand against my swollen pussy lips and my body went sailing into a multitude of orgasms. The sting stimulated me more than I wanted it to and slowly my soul was becoming his, much like a moth is attracted to a candle flame.

"That's for wanting it so bad. " He hissed near my ear again. "I'll make you submit to me one way or another. I always do. You might as well give into me now. "

"Fuck you!" I obstinately shouted, and blindly tried to spit on him. "You can't have my soul. It's mine, Asshole!"

Smack! Smack! Twice again I felt the sharp sting from his spanking on my swollen pussy lips. Mmmmmm - but I didn't mind. It only made me want to be fucked even more. I refused to give him satisfaction and whimper. I'd make him serve me before Hell froze over. Or so I thought.

To cool the burn of my punishment, the Devil licked my wounds until the tips of my toes tingled, my legs flinched, and my hips gyrated with insatiable lust. He was highly skilled and knew exactly how to bring me to that edge of orgasm. However, he never satisfied my ache. He let me sit there rapacious for his long, thick, throbbing cock to feed my voracious need. It was then when I knew that I was definitely in Hell.

When he'd ceased to satisfy I felt him leave my side. By this time my chest was heaving in and out from over stimulation. My nipples were extremely stiff, and my pussy was flowing like a wild river. "What's going to happen next? " I thought with a bit of nervousness. And during those moments of still silence I wished so bad that he'd soon administer some more pleasure without the pain. But would I get so lucky? The waiting in silence almost killed me and the Devil knew this. He must've thought that I needed to be taught the lesson of patience. It's seemed as if several long hours had passed, and impatience was now itching ferociously under my skin. Unexpectedly I heard a varied crowd of voices. A few of them I recognized. I'm pretty sure two of them were the German Mistresses which greeted me harshly upon my entrance.

I could feel a buzz of people around me and the cross move as if several people were carrying me into another room of the dungeon. By the sea of noises I suspected that the room was crowded full of horny people. I was feeling extremely vulnerable tied naked and exposed on that cross, blindfolded, with no clue as to what was going to occur next, and I kind of liked it.

"But why was I tied to a cross in Hell?" I mused in confusion while I waited. " Didn't demons loathe anything symbolic of God? Yet, maybe that's why he's defying the Almighty by torturing me on something so divine. "

Before I could ponder anymore, I felt the sharp sting of a long, thin whip hit high between my thighs and extremely close to my pussy which continued to succulently drip. Next I felt the pinch of metal clamps being applied to my nipples one by one. Part of me shivered in pain, and part of me quivered with bliss. Thereafter I felt four more clamps pinch the delicate skin in my inner thighs. When the last one was applied I gasped with arousal while I whimpered from the agony. Pain and pleasure burned through my blood like electricity until I could no longer tell the difference between the two sensations.

As I was grumbling to myself I heard one of the Mistresses say something to the crowd of people. Seconds later I felt the heat from many breaths, the touch from many hands, and heard the chitter - chatter which buzzed near my ears from their delight. There must've been at least ten or more people pillaging upon my body at one time, and this made me tremble with arousal and my pussy gush even more with hot cream.

I don't recall when it was when several of the hands from the crowd had released me from the cross and guided me to a hard table, where they laid my vulnerable body upon. I had no time to escape before my hands were restrained to the upper corners and my legs were bound far apart to a spreader bar, which was suspended from the ceiling by two chains, and ended a few feet above the table.

Beyond the dimness of my blindfold I could see a flicker of light before me, and then I flinched from the heat of hot candle wax that cascaded on my breasts, which were almost numb from the clamps. Slowly the wax was dripped on my body by several candles held by numerous hands, from the tips of my breasts to the wet hole between my legs. Every drip made my body quiver on the edge of orgasm once again. The heat caused my back to arch high, and my hips to thrust as if begging for someone to put something deep into my pulsating hole to satisfy my immense ache. But that didn't happen. Not yet.

My body was trembling uncontrollably from the bittersweet sensation. And when my candle wax torture had ended I felt two hands travel to my breasts and release the clamps. As the blood rushed back into them, two more hands pinched my nipples, which made my body arch even higher on that hard table, and my wrists started to bruise from the strong pull on the cuffs. Before I could compose myself again, I felt two more hands reach between my legs and release those four clamps as well. When the blood began to rush between my thighs, I felt the sharp sting of someone's cat o' nine tails whip between my legs. This only made my body shake more with agony and unexpected bliss. I was now approaching the edge of exhaustion and didn't know how much more I could take. Regardless of the titillation I was feeling.

Suddenly everything stopped. I couldn't feel anymore hands nor hear the chatter of voices. Everything went silent for what seemed to be several minutes. My chest was still heaving in and out from my heavy panting, my head was spinning, and my legs quaked from my fatigue. Yet, I refused to offer the Devil my will and was still enjoying this scene very much. "Who was serving who?" I thought with a grin.

"You're serving me, bitch. " I heard the Devil reply with conviction. And then felt another sharp bite of his whip against my exposed, vulnerable pussy lips.

"Are you so sure?" I thought again while climbing the heights of another orgasm caused by his torture.

"You're so fuckin' bad!" Again the Devil replied with a laugh to my thoughts and spanked my pussy several more times until he heard me whimper in pain. I wasn't so sure about my control any more and the Master knew this.

While I tried to compose myself again I heard the Devil speak to someone in the background. If only I could've observed who it was. Before I could get a sense of what was going on I felt someone's large hands grab my pussy lips, pinch and spread them far apart. Powerfully I felt what I assumed to be a man's large hand push his fingers deeply into me one by one, until his whole fist was inserted.

I gasped with pain and pleasure when I felt his full impact deep within. Part of me wanted to cum and part of me wanted to scream and cry. Eventually my strong will found the force to cum from the pounding thrusts. And in between his intense rhythm of jabs I felt him intermittently clench his fist, which only made me orgasm that much more.

Throughout his torture I felt many different hands roam my body, pinch and suck my nipples. As well as make me suck someone's cock or eat a sweet pussy. My torture and tasks never seemed to end. Everything felt so good. Maybe too good, and this was now making the pleasure feel as agitating as the pain. The sensation I was receiving was almost too overwhelming and made me want to insanely climb the walls. The Devil knew that I'd always fantasized about being prey for a multitude of relentless people, and now my dreams were being manifested. For hours I felt the transition of many hands pillage my body. And rode the orgasmic waves of culmination until I was pleading with the Master to stop, but he was ruthless and ordered his people to continue. I should've known better than to think that he'd abide my commands, but a girl can always wish.

Days had seemed to pass, but that was impossible because time was irrelevant in Hell, and I was still being brought to the farthest realms of pain and pleasure. Eventually I broke down crying and unveiled my tough girl act. I needed some respite, and was now pleading with all my might to get some. My body was convulsing so hard from my orgasms that it felt as if I had the dry heaves you experience after drinking cheap champagne. And my legs trembled so hard that I thought for sure I'd pull the chains from the spreader bar out of the ceiling.

"Please stop, Please!" I begged, "I promise to be good, honest."

The Devil released a wicked laugh and responded to my pleas, " I guess the famous quote, ' Be careful for what you wish for, ' should imprint well in your mind from now on. Everything you've ever fantasized, every sin you've committed upon another, has become your penance and reality here in Hell. You can beg all you want. I won't let you go until you say that your soul is completely mine. And when you do, I'm going to send you back into the real world to try again. I'll be commanding you like a puppet on a string. And when you fuck up once again on earth, you'll find yourself in a worse predicament than this one. Remember this dance with the Devil."

Before another word was spoken I felt the crack of the Master's whip on my tits, and his long, thick, fingers embed themselves deeply within my overheated pussy, until I was dancing once more on that high edge of orgasm. Punishment in Hell can be such a bitch. Yet, I still refuse to surrender my soul to the Devil.

about the author: Mia Jennings is a writer, poet, and artist. She loves anything that will give her a creative rush. Mia is a Distinguished Member of the International Poet's Society, has had her poetry read many times on tape, CD, as well as radio, and has been published in many of the International Society of Poet's (Poetry.com) anthologies. She has also published her poetry in The Illiad Press, Sparrowgrass Poetry, The Famous Poet's Society, The Phoenix Press, as well as Lightverse.com and Webpoets.org. Mia also writes Blues Reviews on Blues artists for the Twin Cities Blues News, and her erotic poetry and fiction has been published by MindCaviar.com, Peacockblue.com, Girlphoria.com and forthcoming Biblio Eroticus. Mia's erotic artwork is displayed at MindCaviar.com, Girlphoria.com, and http://www.pconline.com/~mia/art/EroticArt.html