"You're… That's so good, nghh~"
A quite bizarre and disturbing scene was unfolding in one of the administrative offices. Strange, wet, rhythmic sounds, mingled with low moans and choked sobs, drifted through the dimly lit room.
The space, lightened only by flickering candles, resembled a makeshift infirmary. A few narrow beds stood in a neat row, each fitted with a thin mattress and a small vase of wilting flowers placed at the head.
On the beds lay three young men, side by side. They shared little beyond three grim commonalities: all were strikingly unique, all were young, and all were heavily restrained. They wore thick canvas straitjackets, the excessively long sleeves crossed tightly over their chests and knotted behind their backs, rendering their arms completely useless.
Two of them had their lower bodies fully exposed, legs bare and spread. The mattresses beneath them were already soaked and stained with semen, slick vaginal fluids and blood.
The first young man was already dead. His throat had been slit, fresh blood still oozed sluggishly from the gaping wound, pooling beneath his head and soaking into the mattress. His chest was dirty from dried blackened blood. His face remained locked in an expression of pure, frozen bliss. Deep, animalistic scratches raked across his torso and thighs, and his severed penis lay discarded nearby like a toy.
Beside him, the second man was still alive, and suffering, of course. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mixing with rivulets of blood. His eyes had been savagely scratched and pierced by nails. They were completely destroyed, tears and blood flowing freely like a waterfall. His only movement was the helpless twitching of his hips as the woman relentlessly slammed herself down onto him, forcing his unwilling erection deep inside her with every brutal fall.
But then she paused, her expression growing more thoughtful. A soft, maternal smile appeared on her face as she caressed the blind man's cheek with blood-slick fingers and leaned in to kiss him, only to grip his neck savagely and tear his tongue out with her teeth.
The man's destroyed eyes widened in horror as he coughed, trying to spit out his own blood, but he couldn't. The only thing he could do was gulp it down as his stomach turned and he almost threw up. Afraid that the woman would kill him if he vomited on her, he closed his eyes in pain, swallowing his own vomit and remaining still in the hope of buying enough time for someone to find him, help him, save him… or hell, just kill this deranged woman.
At the same time, She swallowed the severed piece of tongue, relishing the taste of the man, her eyes half-lidded in contentment as she chewed with a peaceful smile.
The man could not even scream. He lay helpless beneath her, throat working uselessly around the flood of blood filling his airway.
Then the woman reached between her own thighs and slowly withdrew man's penis from her vagina. Thick ropes of semen and her own fluids clung to it, dripping in slow, viscous strands as she stood.
She glanced to her left at the corpse lying there, its throat gaping open, and bent to retrieve the severed penis. She gripped it tightly in her fist like a sword.
The blind man's face twisted in dawning, wordless horror, understanding what was coming as woman chuckled.
In the next instant she kissed him again lovingly. Her bloodied lips smeared fresh crimson across his already bloody, tear-streaked face.
Still humming gently under her breath, she turned him over with surprising care, positioning him face-down. Then, in one brutal, practiced thrust, she forced the severed length into his anus.
He couldn't even scream.
Only tears poured from his mangled eyes as his body shook violently and teeth chattering helplessly.
She withdrew it slowly, and then drove it back in harder, deeper, again and again. For the next ten minutes she raped him with the dead man's flesh relentlessly.
Her hands roamed over his body at first with tenderness, then tightened. Nails dug into skin, raking long, deep wounds from stomach to chest. Fresh blood splashed instantly, streaming down on his body sluggishly, soaking the already filthy mattress.
Her smile widened slowly, it was sensual and utterly ecstatic, as though she was addicted to the sight and scent.
Then she slowly withdrew the severed penis, gazing at it with dreamy, half-lidded eyes. A soft, contented sigh escaped her lips as she pressed a tender kiss to its blood-slicked tip.
The boy beneath her finally went still, as shock from pain finally destroyed him. She barely noticed it as she leaned forward and began licking the fresh blood from the penis with slow strokes of her tongue, her body trembling.
Smiling faintly, she parted her lips and guided the severed length into her mouth. It slid smoothly between her soft, swollen lips. her tongue curled lovingly around it, brushing and caressing the cooling flesh.
At the same time, the first thing her fingers met was the hot, slippery mixture of her own vaginal fluids and semen. Her vulva throbbed violently beneath her touch, each pulse amplifying her ardent desires.
Even that lightest contact was enough to force blissful moan to escape from her lips.
Her hand slid higher, pressing hard against the inside of her thigh. Nails sank deep into soft flesh, drawing fresh blood. The sharp sting only deepened her pleasure, blending pain and ecstasy until they became indistinguishable.
Her fingers returned to the wet, fever-hot surface of her vulva, gliding over swollen folds, rubbing in slow circles. each movement was slow and libidinous, each one pulling another shuddering breath from her lungs.
She bit her lower lip hard enough to draw fresh blood, it's taste mingling with her moans, filled with delight. Her free hand caressed her vulva in slow strokes before two fingers, index and middle, slid inside her with ease. A concupiscent, ecstatic shudder spread through her body as the sensation overwhelmed her.
She trembled violently, thighs quivering, yet her movements never faltered. Her fingers continued their slick, rhythmic thrusting inside herself while her other hand kept the severed penis clutched tightly, stroking it absentmindedly.
Then it hit.
A sharp, convulsive squirt erupted from her, soaking her hand, her thighs and the already ruined mattress beneath her. Her fingers emerged glistening, coated in thick, sticky strands of her own fluids.
"Mhhh~ My beautiful children… I love you all so much…" she murmured, voice soft and disturbingly pure.
She cast a motherly glance over the two lifeless men, one's throat slit and mutilated, the other broken and blind. Her eyes softened, dimming with an affection as a appetitive smile curled up on her bloody lips.
Then her mouth stretched wide, jaws unhinging like the maw of beast and forced the severed penis past her lips once more, pushing it deep until it triggered a wet gag.
Her teeth clamped down hard. With a sickening crunch, she tore through flesh and tissue, chewing it curiously before swallowing the severed penis whole, throat working visibly.
When nothing remained, she raised her cupped hands, still dripping with the mingled fluids of her vaginal ones, semen, and blood. She tilted them to her lips and drank deeply, gulping the warm, viscous mixture. Hereyes fluttering closed in exhilaration.
Rising from the bed, she let out a long, satisfied sigh. Her gaze drifted to her last boy as she walked toward him with calm, unhurried steps. Her bare feet leaving faint, wet trails of blood across the floor.
She stopped at the edge of his bed and lowered herself slowly, studying him.
He was lean and powerfully built, his skin pale like that of a dead man, and his pitch-black hair streaked with surprising threads of gold that caught the flickering light.
Giggling with childlike innocence, she reached for the small bottle on the nearby table. Her eyes locked on the faint greenish vapor swirling inside. With a soft pop, she uncorked it, allowing the acrid fumes to drift upward toward his face, forcing him to breathe them in.
The boy sneezed sharply, head jerking as he instinctively tried to lift his hands to wipe his nose, but the heavy restraints held him back. The foul, chemical stench not only jolted him awake but also burned through the lingering haze in his system, slowly returning a measure of strength to his drugged limbs.
"Wake up, my sweet boy~" she murmured into his ear, warm breath brushing his skin before her tongue flicked out to trace the curve of it. "It's time to have some fun with Mommy. I'm sure you'll enjoy it… Johnny."
Then she reached for other bottles. Her fingers filled with blood and her own vaginal fluids clamped around his jaw. She tilted his head back with surprising gentleness and forced the rim between his lips, tipping the liquid down his throat as he choked and swallowed against his will, and than another.
Sam remained completely motionless, staring at her calmly which surprised her for a moment. But it was definitely pleasant one as radiant smile bloomed across her face.
"Mhhh~ At least you understand, my son… at least you do…"
Her voice was filled with genuine happiness. Tears welled up and spilled freely down her cheeks as she cupped his face in both hands and kissed him deeply, her tongue pushing past his lips, exploring his mouth and teeth in titillating way.
All the while, Sam stayed perfectly still. His eyes remained half-lidded, expression distant and seemingly unbothered as ever.
Shit… looks like I'm about to get raped.
And who's this Johnny she's talking about? This doesn't make sense… no, a better question is, what the hell am I doing here in the first place?
He forced the rising disgust down, unclenching his fists as he relaxed his body. Calm down, it's just a senile hag. I need to understand what's happening to find a solution to this problem. My lord's Angel of Time is always identifying problems and then fixing them. I need to do as he teaches me, he thought, his expression growing colder and more composed...
Bleeergh… what the hell? This smells worse than horseshit.
He almost vomited as he inhaled, but forced it down, thinking hard about the crisis he found himself in. Hmm… looks like I'm restrained by a straitjacket. And by the looks of it, I was sold to this grandma. How old is she anyway? At the very least, fifty, huh?
He thought, analyzing the situation. Than, his ears perked up as he heard cheers and shouts, and he couldn't help a smile from appearing on his face. Good, it looks like Bone-Breaker is running the gauntlet. That means I still have time to complete the plan. Diego must be waiting for me. This was an unexpected and, frankly, mostly displeasing situation to find myself in. But it's fine. I can still do it.
Sam knew that the gas he had inhaled was genuinely used to wake him up, since he had definitely been drugged. As for the serum and strange liquid… he had no idea what they did.
Calming his mind, he looked up at the woman. Her entire body was drenched in blood, semen, and vaginal fluids.
That means… Sam understood the implications at once. He looked around, his right side was empty except for a vase filled with flowers and a lone window letting the moonlight spill in.
Then he looked to his left and… what the hell? he thought, his expression crumbling as he witnessed the woman's bestial work. What he saw was appalling and deeply disturbing, enough to make even Sam, raised in the Devil family, feel nauseous.
The sight was so revolting that he couldn't help but sigh, pitying those poor souls and silently saying a short prayer in his mind, hoping they would find peace. Dying was one thing; it was natural and necessary for the cycle of birth and death. But this… it was so repulsive and monstrous that he couldn't imagine anyone even thinking of doing it. Only someone truly sick in the head could commit such an act... Like devil.
At the same time, the woman caressed his cheek, smearing fresh blood across his skin as she continued to kiss him tenderly. Her expression overflowed with ecstasy and joy; her eyes brimmed with an intense, almost feverish maternal love.
"Oh Johnny, you do like Mommy, right~?" she asked, voice soft and teasing as her tongue traced slow, wet paths along his neck before she sucked gently at the skin.
Sam fell silent, his expression growing confused and slightly alarmed as he felt a sudden, irresistible urge to answer truthfully.
What's happening? Why can't I lie? She did something to me… Or maybe… is she a Beyonder too? That would explain effectiveness of her concoctions.
The realization settled over him like cold lead. The situation was growing more hopeless by the second as the pieces of the woman's identity clicked into place in his mind.
I can't lie… I have to answer. I can't hold it back any longer… Wait, that could work.
He lifted his gaze to meet hers, taking her in fully for the first time. Then, with a faint, carefully measured smile, eyes remaining half-lidded and distant, he spoke.
"Yes… I like you."
The woman's face lit up with unrestrained joy. Her hands flew to cover her mouth as tears of happiness immediately welled up and spilled down her cheeks. Then she collapsed against his chest, nuzzling her face against his muscles like an oversized, affectionate cat.
"I knew I could find my son!" she cried, voice trembling with emotion. "Oh~ I'm so delighted with this news. Selina loves you too… Mommy loves you, Johnny."
Sam stared down at her coldly, his expression teetering on the edge of murderous as the woman played with his body. This pathetic scum…
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[A/N: Man, what the fuck was this? Like, what was I smoking when writing shi this disturbing, huh? Idk. And I have to write this fucked up stuff for the next chapter too. I knew writing about the Devil Pathway would be kinda dark, but even I'm surprised I wrote this.
Law of convergence, I guess. GG.
That's it, guys. Enjoy… I don't know how a person can enjoy shi this disgusting, but whatever. That's it, I'm out.]
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