Baphomet

by naturegurl27

A story that both Colleen (a human) and Satan are writing together. This story is not for people who can't tell the difference between reality and fiction. Some of the chapters will have 1 person's perspective on things. If this is not your cup of tea, please don't read. If you feel you must leave negative comments, know I will delete them.

2. The Monkey Show

Author's note: Please keep in mind this is for entertainment purposes only. Negative comments will be ignored as I've already explained that it should not be taken seriously.

Baphomet looked at Satan as they stood to watch the world that was in the shape of a big crystal ball. "See what the future looks like? We can't wait for it to begin." The Devil shook his head.
"No and the pity thing is that we can't have full control over when it happens and for how long. He," He looked up at the ceiling. "Is the only one that does." Baphomet nodded in agreement.
"Unfortunately. But look at it this way, it will prepare the world more for our coming. It will also show us if there's anything that needs to be improved." He looked at him confused.
"Like?" He smiled.
"Those humans think that the vaccines are essential. What they don't know is that it's just a test. We're witnessing what it would be like if they were offered the 666 in exchange for something simple like world peace."
"And some of them are still resisting, no matter the bribes." He nodded.
"Those that are resisting are the strongest. They can't be brought, so we need to find another way to win them."
"How?"
"Work harder. What's the big picture, my son?"
"That more are accepting the vaccine than not?" He nodded.
"Correct. They are easy to be bribed and easy to be fooled. Making it easier to be controlled."

"Enough talk about the future. For now, I want to share a secret with you that only I know."
"God knows too according to the 'Christians.'" He threw his head back and laughed.
"I've gave Colleen my gift."
"What gift?"
"The gift of stories." He looked at him surprised.
"You really like this woman, don't you?" He smiled.
"You want to know why?"
"You actually have a reason and it's not just because she's a human?" He took a seat and waved his hand.
"Please. I'm not a human that doesn't think logically and only focus on the small picture. No, I have a reason. Do you dare to see it?" Satan took a seat beside him.
"Could I handle it?"
"Maybe, maybe not. I want you to know that I've known about this for a while."
"Known what?"
"Chapter 2 of this story, you'll figure it out. Are you ready, my dear boy?" He nodded. "Let me take you to Hell in the future."

Chapter 1

The Monkey Show

A demon brought out a woman. Her hands were behind her back and she was kneeled with her head down. "Who is this one?" Satan asked the demon.
"Oh, my Master, you know this one well." He looked at him puzzled. "Lift her head and you'll see what I mean." He lifted her head and saw she was Colleen Passion.
"What are you doing here? I would have thought you would've gone to Heaven instead of being thrown in Hell with me?" She shrugged and looked down again. The demon kneeled in front of her.
"Tell him, what did God see when he looked into your heart?" She shook her head.
"He didn't see anything." The demon roared and laughed. After a few minutes, he looked at the confused Devil and stood up.
"Tell me, can you spot a liar in front of you?" He nodded and lifted her head once more.
"We can do this the hard way or the easy way, but one way or another, I demand the truth!"

"Would you have believed me?" She asked and he looked at the demon who was chuckling.
"You already know?" He nodded.
"Oh, I thought it would have been obvious to you too." He walked over to the demon and picked him up by his throat.
"I thought it would've been obvious to you that I don't like playing games or have you forgotten that?" He chuckled and put his hand on top of Satan's.
"You can't blame me for enjoying this. Not many come to Hell for this reason. Black heart, yes. Cold heart, yes. But this," He looked at her again and shook his head. "No." He put him down and picked her up by her throat.
"As I've said, easy or hard, it's up to you." She looked at the demon.
"I've tried girlie, but he's hell-bent on knowing. You best to come out with it." He slowly looked at him.
"A demon helping out a girl? Have you gone nuts?"
"Satan, can't you enjoy this moment? When will we ever get to hear this answer?" More demons came and shook their heads. They all had a smile on their faces.
"What? Does the whole Hell know?" They nodded.
"While we know, we can't miss the look on your face when you find out." He rolled his eyes and looked back at her.
"I know you think because you're a soul now, what I do can't hurt you and you won't feel any pain. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that's a myth. While you're a soul, I can and will hurt you." He gave her a sarcastic smile. "Ask the demons if I like to play games, they will tell you I really, really, don't." She closed her eyes and sighed.
"You're right, if you're being honest with me, it's only fair that I'm honest with you." He put her down and she rubbed her throat. It was hurting and she looked around the room to see all eyes were on her. Hell was so quiet that she could hear the fire roaring and people screaming things out that she couldn't understand.
"Well?" She decided to answer in a low and fast voice. He shook his head and walked closer to her. "Last chance before I hurt you worse." She could read in his black and red eyes that he wasn't lying.
"As the Bible states, God weights the hearts on Judgement Day." He nodded and crossed his arms.
"This, everyone knows. Next words better be words we don't."
"Like this demon pointed out," She pointed to the demon that spoke. "You've seen cold hearts and bad hearts. But, have you ever seen one that was, well, in lust?" He looked at her confused.
"What exactly do you mean by lust? You're dead, you can't be in lust anymore."
"While many would agree with you." She began to walk away from him and decided she rather take her chances to hide behind the demons. "My lust for this one is still ongoing."
"Colleen, if you think the demons will take your side over mine, sadly, you'll be mistaken. They won't protect you." She nodded.
"At this point, I rather take my chances. Because it's not them that I'm in lust with." The demons all looked down and smiled.
"Are you trying to tell me that you have a lust for someone in this kingdom?" They all turned to look at her amused and watch as she began to show signs of nervousness.
"It wasn't my fault. Okay, maybe, I share some of the blame." She began to walk behind more demons that were further away from him. "You know how humans are. They're stupid and arrogant. They think they know everything and only at the end, prove they know nothing." He nodded.
"I won't say you're wrong. At last, you're speaking the truth to me. But that's not the truth I want. You know what it is." She nodded and continued to walk around the demons.
"You're right. The one that I lust is in this kingdom and if it's not the demons, who do you think it is?" He shook his head.
"A lost soul?"
"You would think so. Try again."
"Normally, humans would be afraid of me when I'm ready to give them some kind of punishment. But you," He pointed at her. "You seem to be afraid of me because of whomever you're lusting over."
"Wouldn't you be, if you knew it was wrong? If you knew you shouldn't have gone there? You're a human, you're supposed to be lusting over other humans. Not Angels, demons, and definitely not the King of Hell." She said the last part slowly and he froze. He walked over to her and she tried to hide herself behind the demon in front of her, but they finally left her. There was nothing standing close to her to shield her from him anymore. She wondered what was going to happen next, and did she want to know?
"Are you telling me that God looked into your heart and saw your lust for me?" He pointed at her and himself. She looked down.
"So, you really do have hooves." He lifted her head and let his fingers linger on her chin.
"Is this what you're saying?"
"Like I've said, it's not all my fault only a part." She gestured little. He, finally, turned to look at all the demons that were in the room.
"Tell me she's joking?" They shook their heads.
"Now you see why we wanted to watch this. This wasn't something we wanted to miss." The demon who brought her in spoke. Satan looked up, sighed and put his hands to his hips.

After a few quiet moments, he finally turned to look at her. "Humans are always looking for ways to blame me. Entertain me, my dear," He crossed his arms and looked at her with an angry smile. "What part of this was my fault? You didn't even know what I looked like, and I never gave you any intention that I was romantically interested in you. If you're going to blame me, it better be for a good reason."
"It's true. Humans do blame you for things they shouldn't be, and they don't like to take accountability for their actions." She sighed and shook her head. "It started with Eve and who knows who it's going to end with. Did you miss the part where I said, it was partly my fault as well? I know how to take accountability and I'm not afraid to. I thought some of my life proved that?" She put her finger to her chin, and he walked back up to her.
"Again, which part was my fault?"
"I'm not the only one, you know. Other humans think so too."
"If this is your idea of accountability, you suck."
"While it's true that I didn't know exactly what you looked like, Tim Curry gave me a good idea." He rolled his eyes.
"Ah, yes. 'Legend.' It had to be either, 'Lucifer' or 'Legend.'" She nodded.
"'Lucifer' wasn't bad looking. But he didn't have your black long horns, your red hands and black fingernails. He looked too human." He stared at her.
"Are you seriously hitting on me right now?" The demons began to laugh, and she looked down embarrassed.
"I was, I was simply stating why, why 'Legend' made you a better-looking Devil." He looked at the demons.
"You know what? I am going to have fun with this one." They smiled up at him.
"What are you expecting me to do now? Have us date? Have us have sex? Get married? Have children?" The demons laughed more.
"If it's the Dark Lord's intention is to embarrass me, why not ask me what part was my fault?" She gave him a sarcastic smile.
"Okay, how was it your fault?" When she looked at the demons and Satan, she never imagined that she would be in one of their amusement shows, yet here she was.
"I wrote a story about us." He yawned.
"Was it about us getting married? Having children? Having sex?" He didn't look impressed, and she threw her hands up in the air.
"I wish we had this conversation while I was still on Earth, that way I could have gotten over you and moved on. You had all the time in the world to say something, why wait until now?" She was angry and didn't care if they knew it.
"Before I have the demons show you to your room." He pointed at the demons behind him. "Can I have the name of this so-called story? We want something more to laugh at."
"'Sympathy for the Devil'."
"By?"
"Naturegurl27." He looked at the demons.
"Alright, show's over. You may take her to one of the cells behind my throne until I figure out if she's worth to be in there or worthy to be in the general population." She closed her eyes and had the demons take her to a cell.

They threw her in there and she looked around. She knew she couldn't be surprised to find herself in a Satanic cell. Why would the Devil want her to forget what he looked like? Who he was? After all, he was the King. At least, he was nice enough to give her a cot that had a black pillowcase with 'Satan' in red letters and a black comforter with a red picture of him in the middle. It had a small television set on the right side of the bed on the red and black walls. Curious, she decided to see what channels she could get. It didn't surprise her to find they were all shows about him. Movies about him. She groaned. How could she have fallen for someone that loved himself so much that he had no room for anyone else? She left the television on with a demon speaking news about Hell. While he was going on about her, she ignored it. She never did like to pay attention to the television much. It was just her way of feeling like she had company when she had none. She laid down on the bed with her hands under her head and wondered, what would Satan's next move be? Would he torture her? Would he throw her into the general population to fend for herself? But the one question that stood in front of her mind was, if she had to interact with him, could she really have self-control around him? She was hoping he would forget about her, so she would never have to find out.

The demons and Satan had agreed to read the book. He was hoping for some laughs and some mocking, but he found the book, oddly interesting and different. He closed it and looked at the demons that had joined him sitting around a large wooden table. "I can almost see why she fall for me. She had me believing those words would have been what I would have said." They nodded.
"So much for wanting to amuse ourselves by mocking her." A demon said as he threw the book at the center of the long wooden table. "I was hoping it would be poorly written and boring. Instead, she made it different and new." He crossed his arms and looked at Satan with disappointment.
"So, what do we do with her?" Another demon spoke up. "Do we put her in the general population, or do we keep her back in those cells known as 'Satan's Chosen'?" They all turned to look at the Devil.
"Look at it this way. If we can't be amused by her story, perhaps, we can amuse ourselves by having her be around me." He stood up and went to the mirror to check himself out. "If she should not have self-control around me, think about how much fun it would be to make fun of her and we can mock her then." The demons stood up and cheered.
"Yes. Let us keep her in the 'Chosen' cell until she can no longer amuse us."
"Looks like we have a monkey in the prison bars."

She didn't expect the demons to show up so soon. "Your Majesty wants to see you." She sighed and got up from the bed. When she wasn't walking fast enough, they pushed her to walk faster. "Don't you want to be in a hurry to see the one you have a crush on? Don't you want to fasten your eyes on the sexiest you've ever seen?" A demon said and he looked at the other one and they exchanged amusement smiles. She shook her head.
"Let's get this over with." Once she was in front of Satan, they threw her on the floor.
"To please the Dark Lord, you must kneel before him. After all, he is the King of Hell. Treat him like it." She kneeled before him and bowed.
"My Dark Lord and Majesty." He smiled.
"I was thinking today, I can give you a simple pleasure." She looked up at him confused and saw him smile. "You will join the other women in giving me a bath." He gestured towards the women who were lined up with bowls of soap and perfume. "You can have a preview of how your Dark Lord looks naked. Come." She joined the women.

They followed him into a large room that had a large square bathtub in the middle of it. He looked at the women. "Let Colleen be the first one close to me." They made her be in front of them. "She should have a close up look at how her Dark Lord looks naked." She closed her eyes and took a sponge. She began to bath him in a deep hot water. She was surprised the hot water didn't burn her or kill her. But she had to remember, she was dead. What else could kill her now? She did his arms and he looked at her amused. "How do my arms feel? Strong?" She began to daydream of taking that sponge and kiss him. She shook her head.
"It would have been nice if you've gave me an interview. I would have loved to ask you questions and get answers." The women turned to look at her weird and she closed her eyes. He smiled and looked at the women.
"Why don't you all leave? I'm sure Colleen is enough to bath me herself." Her eyes went wide. Why was he torturing her like this? The women shook their heads and got up. She could see a mixture of angrier and jealously on their faces. Why? "You do know that this is a privilege, right? To bathe and take care of your god." She moved over to do his other arm and did it slowly. "Do you like my strong arms?" He could hear her breathing slowly. "This isn't making you horny, is it?" She could hear the demons' laugher in the background, so she was their special show again.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Her answer surprised him. "Women like men that are strong and tough. Look at your stomach- a red 6 pack. Why should you have to wait for Earth to have women fawn over you? Why shouldn't you be having it now?" She saw on his lap and began to do his face. He looked at her lips and into her eyes.
"Here's a secret, little one." He whispered into her ear. "That's why when they accept 666, they will have a lot more self-control around me than you do right now." He moved his lips away from her ear and she began to do his stomach.
"I see, Satan doesn't know how to handle a woman that wants his body." He grabbed her by the throat.
"I asked you to bathe me, I didn't ask you to speak."
"My apologies. I thought the Dark Lord would like some company. After all, am I not for his amusement and the demons?" She looked around the room.
"This bath will not stay hot forever. Get to work, slave." She bowed and started on his legs. He closed his eyes and began to relax. He opened his eyes and could see she was about finished with his feet. "Don't forget my dick and balls, slave." She looked it and stroked it lightly. He watched her as she licked her lips and looked at it hungry. He shook his head. "I don't have all day, you know. I have other things to do." He grabbed her chin and she looked at him. "And so do you. Now get to work!" She put her mouth in it and began to work. He stared at her as he watched her suck him under the water and play with his balls. He grabbed her mouth out of his dick and picked her up by her throat. "When I said work, I didn't mean on my dick. I meant to bathe it. Bathe, not suck!" He slammed her back down and she swallowed.
"You wanted a show, I gave you one!" He got into her face.
"If I were you, I wouldn't talk back. Consider this your last chance." She swallowed and began to scrub his dick and his balls. She was going to get out of the water when he grabbed her hand. "You're not finished, slave. You still have my back to do. Get to work." She sighed and scrubbed his back. After doing his back, she came to his ass. She wanted so bad to lick it and to bite it. She closed her eyes and knew it wasn't worth the risk. She did it quickly and did his legs. He turned around and looked at her. "You could have done better." He stood up on the last 3rd step. "The next time I need you to bathe me, it better be your best work."

Once he got out, a demon put on a big red velvet robe on him. 2 demons came up to her. "Since you've done a poor job in bathing our Master, your next assignment? You get to do his room. But first, you get a cold shower because you stink!" She followed the demons into a shower. "You have 3 minutes and after 3 minutes, you better smell good." She took off her white rag slave dress and began to bathe into the cold shower. Her teeth were chattering, and she was shivering. She took the red soap and began to wash herself with it. She took the red shampoo and conditioner and washed her hair. She barely made it. "Time!" A demon called out and looked at her. He threw her a towel. "Follow us. You better keep up." They began to walk, and she ran after them trying to get dressed at the same time. She had no clean undergarments. She saw a place that had 4 stairs and a rail. She followed them up to it and they threw her in the room. "You have 10 minutes to get this place cleaned up. If it's not cleaned by 10 minutes, you can stay here all day without any food and drinks." She looked at them in horror as they closed the door.

She quickly made his bed and puffed his pillows. Why does he have a bed when she knew, obviously, he didn't sleep? She cleaned up his desk that had crumpling papers everywhere. She looked for a folder and a book to stuffed them in there. She didn't want him blaming her for throwing away the wrong thing. She picked up the clothes from his floor and smelled them to see if they were clean or dirty. She groaned when she found she had another room to clean. His master bathroom. She shook her head. He didn't need it, but she also knew she had no choice but to clean it. She did his shower, his toilet and sink. Time went so fast, that she didn't realize it had already been 10 minutes until the demons called it out. "Your time is up!" They called and she went out of the room while they inspected her work. They looked at his desk. "Where are all the crumpling papers?"
"I put them in a folder and in that book over there." She pointed to them. The demon nodded and looked at the floor.
"Where are the clothes?"
"The ones that smelled dirty, I put in the hamper. The clean ones are in his drawers." They nodded again and investigated his bathroom.
"If Master Satan isn't satisfied, you'll pay for it and not us. For now, take his dirty clothes and follow me." She picked up his hamper and followed him. They came to a room that looked like a white small closet. "There's the laundry soap, and you can use the bathtub for the water." He pointed them out. "Here's the toothbrush to scrub his dirty clothes with." He gave her a black toothbrush. "You'll stay here until all his clothes are washed and dried. After you've washed them, dry them with the clothesline over there." He pointed at a clothesline.
"But that's not enough room for all his clothes!" He shrugged.
"Not my problem!" He closed the door and left.

The demons met Satan at the long wooden table and found him drinking. "That one has a mouth on her." He looked at the demon who said that and shrugged.
"Still, I had fun. Torturing humans and making them feel inferior is always fun." He drank his whiskey and the demons looked at him.
"How did her mouth feel around your dick and her hands around your balls?" He looked at the demon who asked that.
"Honestly? I wouldn't know. The water blocked out any feelings. Didn't really think she'd have the guts to do that." They nodded in agreement.
"She cleaned out your room and bathroom, your Majesty. Right now, she's doing your laundry with a toothbrush." The demons roared and laughed.
"Oh great, just what I needed. Her to sniff the clothes and masturbate over my scent." He rolled his eyes. "Maybe she'd even try to steal one of my boxers." They laughed harder. "Demon, you know as well as I do, my clothes will still stink and won't be cleaned. Show her where the washer and dryer are." The demon got up and left the table.

He came towards her and found her hanging out Satan's clothes. "The Master wanted me to show you some mercy. So, take all the clothes and follow me." She found him to another room where there was a washer and dryer. "Wash and dry all his clothes again. When you're done, you may put them into his room. Don't steal any of his clothes. He won't be too happy about that even if you want one of his garments to masturbate over." He laughed and left the room. She rolled her eyes and began to wash them.

When she came back into his room, Satan was sitting on his bed. He watched as she put away his clothes. "How nice of you to fold my clothes."
"Is this the way you do it?" He nodded.
"There's one more thing you've forgotten." She groaned as she really wanted to get to sleep and watched as he stood up. "Under the bed." He pointed at it. "It seems you don't realize how much I love having my room completely cleaned. You have 3 minutes." She put the hamper back to where it was and got down under the bed to clean it. He looked at her ass. "While you do have a nice ass, I could go for better." She rolled her eyes and he touched it with both of his hands. "I bet you fantasize me fucking this ass and maybe even your pussy." He lifted her white rag dress and she turned to look at him.
"If the Dark Lord doesn't like my ass, why is he wanting to see it nude?"
"Do you know what I could do to you right now?" He took his dick and began to pound her in the ass.
"No, don't!" He shook his head.
"Don't pretend you don't want it. I know you do." She began to scream for help, but no one came. "Who will come when they hear screams from my room?" After he was done and she was crying in pain, he looked at her. "Now finish up under this bed." He put his mouth to her ear. "If you think you're sleeping in your cot tonight, think again. You're sleeping with me. You deserve a reward for pleasing your Master with his room." He got up and waited for her to finished up cleaning. After she threw away some things in the trash, she looked at him. "There's no way you're coming in my bed looking like the trash you are right now. Go and take a hot shower. You have 3 minutes." She made her way to his shower and was grateful for his hot water. She came back out and looked at him. "If you so much touch me even once during the night, that ass won't be the only pain you'll feel." He stood up. "Which side do you normally sleep in?"
"Left."
"Good, because I take the right, after all, I'm the King. Not you." She nodded. "In!" Once she was in, she passed out.

He was hoping that she would snore while she slept so he could make fun of her more. But she didn't. She did, however, drooled over his pillowcase. He shook his head and took out a small notepad and pen. He wrote: Wash the sheets, pillowcases and the comforter. He put them back on his nightstand and turned over to the news. He was hoping the sound would disturb her, but she remained asleep. He shook his head and knew she must have been worn out. Since he was bored, he decided to have some more fun. He went to her ear and whispered, "Satan wants you. He wants all of you. Every inch. He likes your body just as you like his." He lifted her white rag slave dress and touched the side of her ass. His fingers began at the side and all the way up to her neck. When he saw she only moved a little, he decided to ante it up. He took his fingers and spread open her pussy. He began to slowly masturbate her. "Hmmm…you're a tight one. You've been with different humans, a girl, and you've been masturbating over me. How interesting. Well, let's see how well you handle this." He laid her flat on her back and spread open her legs. He looked at her still sleeping and shook his head. "You don't get it, do you? You were made for God, but I made you for my entertainment and I will have it." He started licking her and sucking her while playing with her clit. When he noticed she was up and staring at him in shock, he smiled. "Tell me the truth and know I can spot a liar." She continued to stare at him. "Does my oral sex please you better than any human you've been with?" She was so speechless that she could only nod and he smiled. He began to masturbate her and whispered into her ear. "You've been a very naughty human. Masturbating over me and having sexual fantasies? No wonder God didn't want you." His voice sent a shiver down her spine. She had no idea what to do. Moan or not. She decided to chance it.
"I don't deserve your fingers in my pussy, your Majesty." He nodded.
"No, you don't. So, what are you going to do about it?" She removed his hand from her pussy and his eyes were still on her face.
"You should reserve your hand for someone more worthy than I." She looked into his eyes.
"And who is more worthy than you?" She shook her head.
"No one." He nodded and put his hand on her throat.
"You're right, no one is worthy of me. Not even a filthy thing like you. You were foolish in thinking you had a chance with me." She nodded.
"I was and still am."
"My lips would have given you the best kisses you've ever had, but you're not worthy of it, are you?" She shook her head. "No, you're not. That's why you won't get my lips or my tongue. Should you dare to tell anyone about this moment, know I will deny it." She nodded. "You will not make me feel weak." He jerked his hand away. "Since you enjoy being a smartass, tell me, how would you please your god, right now?" He laid on the bed with one hand under his head as he looked at her. She got off the bed and went to his hooves. She kissed both.
"I'm only worthy to be the slave and servant to my god. I'm not worthy to be more than that." He sat up.
"Damn right, you're not. Are you worthy to be in this room?" She shook her head. "To sleep on my bed?" She shook her head. "Since you've drooled over my pillow, you'll be washing my pillowcases, sheets and comforter, by hand. Afterwards you may use the washer and dryer. I expect it to be done by noon today and it's 10 am." She tried not to sigh. "I would get to work, would I not?" She nodded and he got off the bed. "Don't think I don't know what goes on around here." He whispered. "The demons hide nothing from me. They are on my side and never will be on yours." He left the room.

When she was at the washer and dryer, she accidentally fell asleep. She had no idea how tired she was until she woke up with someone yelling in her ear. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Have you been asleep this whole time?" She opened her eyes to see Satan and she groaned. "Look at the dryer, it's empty. You lost my comforter, sheets and pillowcases?" He shook his head as he had his hands on his hips. "What am I going to do with you? Do you know how to sew?" She shook her head. He grabbed her and brought her to demons who were sewing things. "Teach this damn child how to sew. She lost my pillowcases, my sheets and my comforter." He turned to her. "It will be your design and your colors. You better hope I like them because if I don't, you'll pay." He walked out and she looked down.

"Wonderful, we're babysitters to a human." A demon spoke up and shook his head. "How much have you sewn?"
"I only took one class a long time ago."
"Figures. Come with me." She followed the demon to a sewing room that had many colors and many designs. "Which ones do you want?" After carefully thinking she looked at him.
"I want blue and white for now." He turned to look at her surprised.
"I sure hope you know what you're doing because he's not joking about torturing you. What design?"
"Jesus on the cross." He stared at her.
"Why that?" She smiled.
"Shouldn't that be one of Satan's proudest moments? He got to do what no one ever had. Killed the son of God. For that, he should think of himself as untouchable." The demon shook his head.
"You sure you don't belong in Hell?" She shrugged.
"We'll see if he actually likes it."

As she was sewing, she took the time to look around the room. There were only 2 demons in the small room. Fire, smoke and brimstone was all around them. "I know that I'm just a slave, since it's so boring, I'll welcome any kind of mocking." They looked up at her curiously.
"Okay, I'll start. You're not the top human Satan lusts over. He's hoping one other woman will win and not you."
"I think that's good news." He stared at her.
"If you want us to talk, I suggest you to not hide your emotions from us. Your jealously, sadness and disappointment are entertainment for us." She sighed.
"Can you tell me how to win him?" They laughed and nodded.
"Did you not hear me? He's hoping you would lose."
"Well, if I lose, you lose your entertainment." The 2 demons exchanged looks. "Look at it this way, you can make up your own entertainment by giving me the wrong ways to win his heart." They smiled.
"Alright, here's one way to do it. When you're in the cafeteria, get into his view. Once you've done that, expose your pussy to him. He'll enjoy looking at it."

A demon came to her. "Satan said you're to eat because he wants your best work and not your worse. So, lunch time." The sewing demons nodded and winked. She smiled. She knew they could be bullshitting her, but she thought it would be fun. She went into the lousy restaurant that served the worse food as possible. She looked at it with disgusted and scanned the room for where he was sitting. She saw him sitting in the best section in the good restaurant and positioned herself straight from his view. She had to think of how she can expose her pussy and decided to put her legs up to the end of the table and lifted her white rag dress. He was talking with the demons, when he noticed that.

"Get a load of that." The demons looked at what he was talking about and they tried to hide their laughter. "She thinks she can get me aroused by showing off her pussy? What the hell is wrong with that woman?" The demons laughed and he shook his head.
"Instead of complaining, why don't you have fun with her?" He looked at the demon and he shrugged. "Two can play, don't you think?" He nodded.
"Can you make my voice reach to her ears?" One of the demons nodded. "I want her to hear and no one else."
"Got it." He nodded and looked at the demons.
"You see that pussy, if my dick should get a hand of it, she'll be begging for it to leave." She was shocked when she heard that and swallowed the food nervously. "I fucked her pussy once. I've been fantasizing about fucking it again." The demons tried to hold back their laughter watching her facial expressions. "She knows what my tongue feels like and just imagine if I had it in my mouth again?" She closed her eyes and he smiled. "I could take a picture of it right now and save it for later. She'll never know." She began to moan softly as Satan was trying hard to hold back his own laughter. "How many times do you think she had been fingered over me?" He picked up his glass and continued to stare at it.
"So many times, her hands and her fingers are about to go on strike." He nodded.
"Since I don't want any of the other women knowing I'm being aroused by that pussy, I better go." He stood up with the demons and they followed his lead. She put her feet down and closed her legs. Satan walked up to her and whispered. "Nice pussy, by the way." He walked out and she looked at him from behind.
"Damn!"

She came back in the sewing group and the 2 demons looked at her. "You tried it?" She looked at them.
"I'm going to kill both of you." They roared and laughed at her.
"Glad we could help. You should know that we're on his side and not yours." He shook his head when he saw she was aroused. "Oh, he got you good, didn't he?" She growled at him and he laughed.
"You told us that we could mock you and lie to you, so we did." She sighed, picked up the needle and her pattern.
"What's the next thing I have to do?" They looked at her in surprise.
"You really are that bored to still take our advice?" She nodded.
"Look at it this way, you dared me." They nodded.
"Okay, here's another way to his heart. At dinner, when you are in his sight, pretend to drop something on the floor and bent over to pick it up. Let him look at your ass."
"You know if I rape him, I'm blaming both of you." They shook their heads.
"You wouldn't make it that far, darling. Many humans have tried to get him to sleep with them and failed. What makes you think he'll let you succeed?"
"You're right, it would be more fun masturbating over him." They roared and laughed.
"You do know that Satan keeps a video in your cell? He would get a kick out of you masturbating over him. Maybe that's another way to win his heart." They laughed and she shook her head.
"Why did I sleep in the laundry room and get his bed set stolen? I'm the stupidest human ever."
"No argument there." She frowned.

At dinner, she remembered what the sewing demons told her. She saw him coming up to her and turned around to drop a fork on the ground, she bended over to pick it up and she could feel his dick hit her ass. The demons roared and laughed when they saw what she was doing. He shook his head and acted like he was fucking her from behind. Once she came back up, he whispered into her ear. "When you masturbate over me tonight, make sure I can see your pussy and your hand. It turns me on." He peeked under her white dress. "Hmmm…those breasts look nice enough to bite my teeth into. Don't you think?" He smacked her ass and left. She closed her eyes and checked out his ass. "Your ass is better than mine." A demon came up to her.
"That ass might be better than yours, but you'll never have it." He turned and left.

When she sat down at the table, the 7 women joined her. "Why do you keep making a damn fool out of yourself? He won't choose you; he's going to choose me." She tossed her blonde hair.
"We all have an equal chance to be his." They looked at her in disgust and shook their heads.
"Must be fun living in delusional." One of the women peeked under her white rag dress. "My breasts are bigger and better than yours." She took off her white rag dress to show them and Colleen had to admit she did have better ones.
"That's nothing." One of the women said and stood up to show off her ass. "My ass is better than hers." Another one lifted her white rag dress to expose her pussy.
"And my pussy is better than hers." Colleen looked around the room and saw the demons were enjoying their little show.
"As you can see, we're all much better looking than you are."
"I can't lie, you all do look better than me." They smiled and nodded. "So, why don't you take off those white rag dresses and show off your beauty to every demon in this room so they would vouch for you to be Satan's?" They all turned to look at her. "Your beauty shouldn't be hidden." She got up and left.

She was dreading going back with the demons to sew more, but she had no choice. "How did it go?" One of them asked.
"You gotta take the good with the bad." They looked at her confused. "The women are getting jealous of what I'm doing. So, I challenged them. I told them to go naked so the demons would vouch for them." They raised their eyebrows.
"Didn't think you would be this tough." She shrugged.
"I was a deaf and cerebral palsy kid; I had my share of bullying." They nodded.
"Sounds like it. But you do know those women are better looking than you are. Cerebral palsy or not." She nodded.
"Don't any of you have any powers to make my body better than them? I just have to win his heart." They put down their needles and pattern work to give her a clap.
"You remembered our words. You want us to talk, give us entertainment. Well, we're not fairy goddemons. We can't turn you into Cinderella for him. But it would have been fun to try. It's a damn shame that you're on a serious deadline to make his bed set for him because if not, we could have some fun."
"Satan knows it would take months for these to be made. I'm sure he has a replacement. Which would you rather, have fun sewing or have some real fun making me look like a clown?" They exchanged looks.
"Let's take you over to the fairy goddemons." She got up and followed them.

There were demons working on getting the materials they needed for the lost soul's models when they came in. "Hey, we're not ready for you to sew some of our material yet. You know the drill, we come to you and not you come to us." They focused on the models again.
"We're not here for you." They stopped working and looked up at the sewing demons. "This poor woman wants to win Master Satan's heart. You've seen the other 7 women. You know she doesn't stand a chance against them. So, we thought to come to you." They looked at Colleen up and down.
"What you're asking for is a damn miracle!" They shrugged.
"There are two ways you can look at it. One, you can make her look so good, Satan will think you're miracle workers."
"The second?" One asked as he crossed his arms.
"You can make her look like crap and he'll get a kick out of it." They exchanged looks. "We just thought you would like to have something that's an actual challenge for once." They nodded.
"Leave her to us. We'll take it from here." The sewing demons left.

"So, what should we do?" One of them asked. "Make him think we're miracle workers or that we're out to make him laugh?" She looked down and knew they would choose the second.
"Well, if we are his miracle workers, he'll see the need to keep us. If we're the second, he won't let us continue our work and think we're jokes." The other demon nodded.
"I see your point. We need the practice to show off to the humans how good we are. Taking the worse and making them into the best." He looked her over and rotate around her. "Let's begin."

"What's your name?"
"Colleen Passion." They nodded and began to type into the computer. She watched as they pulled up different pictures of her. Pictures that she couldn't even remember taking. They pointed at some and nodded.
"Why were your legs like that?" One of them pointed to her legs.
"I had cerebral palsy on Earth." He nodded.
"Makes sense." He looked over the pictures again. "I think these two pictures are the best. The one with her fuchsia hair or the one with her long brown hair up and in makeup." The other demon nodded and looked her over.
"Let's try these two pictures with some of our clothes." They began to play with the two pictures with different clothes. She was grateful they let her watch as she found it fascinating. They would discuss among themselves which clothes they thought would be best with each picture. Finally, they turned around and looked at her. One of them held the picture with clothes.
"This is going to be you." He gave her the picture.
"Wow." Was all she could manage to say. One of them took the picture away.
"Yeah, we're that good." They began to snap their fingers and lost souls came to them. "I want you to give this child a bath. Make her smell good. Once she's done, bring her naked to us so we can get her dressed. Understood?" The lost souls nodded. Just before she left, she heard one of the demons asking the lost souls to inform Master Satan a new runaway will be shown that night.

That night, the whole Hell was packed of demons and lost souls. She could see Satan sitting at the VIP center in the center of the room. "Demons, I better be fucking impressed to be here at the last fucking minute!" The demons smiled.
"Oh, we'll think you'll be impressed. We had a special challenge that we've taken tonight." The other demon began to groom her clothes as she waited.
"Do you have any special talent?" She shrugged.
"I can sign." He shook his head.
"No. Master Satan will have our heads if we don't entertain him correctly. You're our special creation for the night, so I'll give you the voice to sing for him. If you're ever chosen to be his queen, you better not fucking forget what we've done for you tonight, got it?" She nodded. "Good. Get ready." She stood in front of the stage and had butterflies flying around her stomach.
"Master Satan, we had two choices. We could make her a clown or make her beautiful. We decided to make her beautiful to show that we're miracle workers. Without any further ado, meet the new and talent, Colleen Passion." They all exchanged surprised looks and began to clap. She came out and saw everyone's mouth dropped open in surprise. She bowed.
"My sole goal in this kingdom is nothing short of winning the Master's heart as he deserves the best. So tonight, I shall sing for him." The music began to play. She started singing George Michael's, 'One More Try.' As she sang the word, 'Teacher,' she would look up at him and and he would just stare at her. She was so into it that all the nervousness and butterflies left her stomach. She hoped that he would get the reason she picked that song. But would he listen?

She saw all the demons and lost souls stand up and clapped once she was done. She looked up at Satan and bowed. Once she left the stage, the goddemons came to her. "You were marvelous!" One of them gave her a kiss on both of her cheeks."Just fucking marvelous. If Satan doesn't choose you, any demon in that room would be begging for you. Trust me."
"Since I was that good, I won't ask you to let me keep these clothes. But can I, at least, be allowed to keep a bra and underwear?" He sighed as he looked at her.
"I suppose bra and underwear are cheaper than these clothes. Go to the clothing department and say that I gave you permission." She bowed.
"Thank you." She left and the lost souls crossed their arms.
"I don't believe the demons gave you permission." She frowned.
"Which do you think the goddemons rather give me those fancy clothes or just a bra and underwear. Hell, you can give me the worse one that Hell has." The lost souls nodded.
"That works." They found a dirty bra and underwear. "All yours."
"Thank you." She left to take off the clothes and put back on her white rag dress. She shook her head as she gave the clothes back to the demons. "I never thought demons would act like my fairy goddemons and make me feel like Cinderella for a moment." She shook her head, and the demons took the clothes. "Instead of leaving the glass slipper, I'm leaving the clothes back to you." They nodded.
"Good luck, darling. We're rooting for you." She smiled.
"Thanks. You might be the only ones that are."

She went to her demon mentor. "Am I done for tonight or do you still me of my service?" He shook his head.
"After that performance and making a fool out of yourself singing him a love song, you can go to bed. Don't expect us to have mercy because we'll be waking you up bright and early. You're not finished with his bed set." She nodded and went back to her cell to sleep.

The next day when she went to the sewing demons, they pointed at a sewing machine. "Satan brought this for you last night. He said to use it to hurry up." The other demon shook his head.
"Looks like being Cinderella last night paid off." He turned to look at her. "If you ever become his chosen, you better not fucking forget us." She sighed.
"Yep, if I'm made his queen, I'm paying back a lot of demons."
"Never forget who helped you reach to the top. Even if you do become his chosen, we can still destroy you like that." He snapped his fingers and she nodded.
"I know. I'm easy to be replaced."
"Do you know how to use this machine?" She shook her head. "Alright, since I want you to owe me back, tell me what is it that you want, and I'll do it for you."
"On top of the comforter I want it to have the sky. Dark clouds and look like rain for the day Jesus was dying on the cross. Have a picture of Jesus dying on the cross in the middle and the bottom the words, 'He had to die so a new King can be born.'" He stared at her.
"I won't lie, what a damn good one." He began to sew the comforter and once it was done, even the demons were impressed. "Tell Satan if he doesn't want them, we'll take them. Now, how do you want the pillowcases?"
"Black with red letters: New King." He shook his head.
"You really want to impress him, don't you?"
"Look at it this way, if I do, think about what it would mean for you." He nodded.
"And the sheet set?"
"The fitted, just plain black. The flatted? Have it in black background with a red Satan sitting on his throne with his head down like he's bowing down and being humble. With the crown crooked to match his head." The demon began to work. "On the bottom put in red letters: Bow down to the New King." Once they were done, the demon handed them to her.
"Don't fear if he doesn't like it. He doesn't want it, bring it back to us and we'll make you a new one free of charge if we can keep this one." She bowed.
"Thank you."

She took them to Satan's room. He was sitting on his bed watching television and she noticed that it was still bare. "Never did find them?" He looked up at her and shook his head.
"No thanks to you, girl." She held out the new bed set.
"Well, I came with bearing gifts."
"Put them on my bed, so I can inspect your work." She nodded and unwrapped the bed set. She took the pillows and put them in the pillowcases. He read the words.
"Why am I the New King?"
"You'll see." She took off the pillows on his bed and began to put on the black fitted sheet. He looked it over and saw it was just plain black. He waited until she put on the flat sheet. He saw the picture of him in the middle and the words.
"Again, why am I being called the New King?" She smiled.
"Just wait for it." He sighed and crossed his arms as she put on his comforter and that's when he finally saw the meaning. He put his hand on her shoulder.
"Did you really make that for me?" She nodded.
"I didn't want to make a bed set again. One time was enough and look what I got for it?" She showed him the cuts on her fingers from sewing it wrong occasionally. He shook his head.
"Well, next time you'll learn not to sleep on your chores. If these get stolen again, you'll be making this again by hand." She shuddered and he smiled. "Since you've done such a good job on sewing my new bed set, I'll give you a reward. You'll be feeding me dinner tonight. You better not make me regret allowing you to do so." He left the room.

She bowed to the demons. "The Master is ready for his food." He nodded.
"Know that his food is not warm to make things easier for you, but to please him." He pointed to a tray of food that looked good enough to eat. "Take that to him in the dining room." She took tray and saw the dining room wasn't that far from the kitchen. Satan was sitting on a chair that looked like to be a throne.
"About time, girl. Now, feed me." After a while, he looked at her. "I'm thirsty." She picked up his drink and put the cup to his lips. He nodded and she put the cup down. Once he was done, he looked at her. "Wipe my face. Now go and ask the cooks for more food. I'm still hungry and thirsty." She took the tray of dirty dishes and went back into the kitchen. She bowed.
"The Master enjoyed your food and wants more." He smiled.
"Of course, he likes our food. Why wouldn't he? We've been feeding him since the day we fell out of Heaven." He studied her. "You know what? Since you're one of his chosen, why don't you cook him his favorite foods." She looked at him in horror. "You do know how to cook, right?" She shook her head and he sighed. "Better late than never. If the food is bad, you'll be the one to blame." He began to read how the recipes. Once it was done, he taught her how to serve the food and drink on the plate. "Take it back to Master Satan. Don't tell him that I had allowed you to cook. I want him to be honest in his opinion. I'm confidence enough that he'll find you did a lousy job, and I did a better job. Understood?" She nodded. "Good, you may leave." She couldn't believe that she was putting in food that she'd cooked into his mouth. She watched his facial expressions and for any signs to what he thought. Once the food was done, she wiped his mouth.
"I can tell that this food has been cooked by someone else." He turned to look at her. "I'm guessing it was you?"
"I thought you would be pleased that I have took an extra punishment for not pleasing my Dark Lord and Master today?" He studied her.
"The demon cooks have done a better job than you have. I'm not grading on the effort; the taste is more important. Since they have outdone you today, you will do all the dishes and then, you may go to sleep if you can get any before 6 am tomorrow morning." He stood up and left.

She brought the dirty dishes in and looked at the demon cooks. "He said I am to do the dishes and not you." They smiled. One of the demon chefs looked at her. "That's why I didn't want you to tell him, he would have already knew we cook better than you. Oh, you're washing them all by a toothbrush. Not only do you have to do the dishes, but you'll also have to clean up the entire kitchen. If tomorrow morning, we don't find it to our satisfaction, you'll have to do this all over again. Have a nice night." They left and she sighed. It took her until midnight to finish the kitchen when a demon came in.
"The Master is wanting dessert and something to drink." She groaned and went to the freezer. Thankfully, they had ice cream. She had no idea how he liked it, so she started loading all the toppings she could find and put them in small cups. She poured him his favorite drink into a glass and double checked the tray to make sure she had everything before going to his room.

He was laying on his bed when she came in. He sat up and looked at the dessert. "How ordinary, ice cream?" She looked up at him.
"I put all the toppings I could find." She pointed to the small cups and watched him as he nodded.
"You didn't eat any, did you?" She frowned and shook her head.
"Why would I have eaten any, when I need to watch my figure." She patted to her stomach.
"Are you implying that I'm fat?" She threw her head back and laughed.
"You're not human. If you wanted any kind of fatness to go away, all you have to do is use your magic and it will." He began to make his ice cream just the way he liked it, sat on his bed and began to eat.
"How do you like your ice cream?"
"I'm a vanilla girl. I like the sprinkles and the cherries."
"I would have thought you would like your ice cream red and hard?" She closed her eyes and looked down.
"Would the Master be needing anything else?" He nodded and got off his bed.
"Take off your dress and lay down."
"Excuse me?"
"Do you really want to test me tonight, girl?" She obeyed and he began to put the ice cream on her body. "I think this would be more of a fun way to eat ice cream, don't you think?" She shivered when she felt the cold. He reached for the whipped cream and put it on her breasts. "Have you ever had this kind of sexual activity?" She nodded.
"Once."
"And did you like it?" He began to lick it off her breasts and nipples. She shrugged.
"Had to take a shower with him afterwards because I was sticky from the syrup."
"Oh, you like chocolate syrup as well?" She nodded and he put some on his finger. "Show me how much you like it." She licked it off his finger and he nodded. "Did it taste good?" She nodded and bit her lips. He licked down her stomach and spread open her pussy. "Should I fill this pussy with cherries?"
"If you like them like I do." He shook his head.
"Why should I have all the fun?" He laid down, put the chocolate syrup and whipped cream on his dick. "Show me how much you like these things." He added the sprinkles and she licked them all up on his dick. "Who says Satan doesn't like to have fun?" She kept adding more syrup and more whipped cream to his dick. "With all this chocolate and whipped cream on my dick and balls, you're going to have to wash me tonight since I've allowed you to do this." He checked his watch. "You've got to get up at 6 am and it's already 1. Can you live on a 5-hour sleep?" She closed her eyes and stopped.
"How about I draw Your Highness a nice hot bath, so you can relax?" He smiled.
"Lead the way."

She got up and started the hot bath. "Now you know why I have a bed and bathroom. It's not for sleeping or acting like a human. It's for fun and enjoyment." She took the sponge and began to bath him. "This bathtub is enough for 2 people; I think you can do a better job if you join me." Her imagination was running wild, and he could tell. "I've forgotten how horny I can make you. My apologies." She shook her head.
"I know how to have self-control. You've already let me suck you." He laid her back into the bath on the other side.
"What if I don't want you to have self-control? What if I want you to lose it?"
"We're here for you and not for me." He began to masturbate her.
"What if I what I want right now is you?" She closed her eyes and threw her head back. He did her breasts again. She used all her strength to pull him off.
"No." She got out of the bath and he stared at her. "If you want this body and if you want me, chose me to be your queen. I would accept nothing less."
"They say God doesn't make mistakes. Guess it still rings true. You do belong to Hell. Look at you. Being greedy in wanting more from me." She got into his face.
"You're not the only good business dealer in town. Or perhaps, you trained me to learn how to be so too." Before leaving his room, she began to collect the toppings, the glass cup of ice cream and cleaned up his room. Once she was finished doing the dishes again, she went to her cot and fell asleep.

At breakfast the next morning, the women joined her at her table. She tried not to laugh when she saw all of them were naked. "You were right, all the demons think our bodies are better than yours. They tell us that we have a better chance at winning than you do." One of them spoke up and she nodded.
"I never said or believed the opposite. I'm just wondering, what happens to me once he picks one of you as his queen?" A woman turned to her and smiled.
"You get thrown into the general population and from what I've heard, believe it or not, it's worse than being his chosen. You'll fit in perfectly."
"How much longer do you think we have until he picks?" They shrugged.
"We've asked around. No one knows. It's up to him. Since we could use a good laugh, what attracted you to him? Was it his power? Fame, wealth or what?" She shook her head.
"I liked the possibility of having a life with him. All sex and nothing less." They shook their heads.
"Like he would ever have sex with you." They laughed. "If a model agency wouldn't want you, who else would?" She drank her dirty water. "I bet you have no tattoo of him to impress him like I do?" She stood up and pointed to all the tattoos she had gotten in associated with him. "I showed him the other night and he said they were the best he has ever seen." Another woman stood up and showed off her tattoos.
"He asked me if it hurt when they did it where the pussy was. I told him it was worth every ounce of pain."
"That's what you would never understand. People who have tattoos can stand any pain there is. Since you have none, you're a pussy. Why would Satan want a pussy is beyond me?" The other women laughed as they looked at her.
"You have a point. Maybe he wants a pussy because they won't say no." The other women looked at her.
"We know how to say no." She nodded.
"I have no doubt."
"Good because there's no need for it." A demon walked over to them.
"Your breakfast time is over. Back to your chores, each of you!" They lined up to clean the tray and dry them before spreading out.

Colleen stood and bowed. "My Master asked for me?" He nodded.
"What were the 8 of you talking about this morning?"
"I'm sure you know; we were talking about you." He smiled.
"That's what I get for being the sexiest you all have ever seen." He looked at her through his mirror. "I've been thinking about what you've said. You've said that you wanted to be my queen, correct?" She crossed her arms and nodded. "Then, as my queen, you need to have no hair in your pussy or anywhere it's not supposed to be. To prove that I'm generous, I'm going to shave them for you. Get naked and get into the tub. I'll be ready for you in a minute." She nodded and did as she was told.

He came into the bathroom and got in with her. He spread open her legs and shook his head. "Why haven't you shaved down there?"
"You should know. I didn't want any humans; my lust was only on you." He shook his head.
"If that was the truth, you would have shaved before you died." She nodded.
"I didn't expect to find myself in Hell. You know what I look like, why would I have any reason to believe in the possibility of being your queen?" He nodded and carefully began to shave her pussy.
"You better not get turned on by this because I can't be blamed if I cut you and you bleed."
"I can wait until after you're done, after all, I would need to make sure you've done a good job." He met her eyes.
"You dare to masturbate in front of me and I'll get the video camera to record it. I'll show it to every demon and every lost soul in this kingdom. Still want to do it?" She shook her head.
"Never would I have thought the Master would hate knowing a human wants to masturbate over him because he knows how damn sexy he is."
"You have a point. But I should be the one to double check my work, don't you think?" He licked her pussy, and she closed her eyes. "After all, it's me you need to please and not yourself." He licked her again.
"How does it taste, my dark lord and majesty?" He looked up at her and began to masturbate her.
"Is there any doubt that I don't do a good job? Because I do and that's why it tastes delicious." She threw her head back and began to moan. "Tell me, my darling Colleen, who masturbates you better than I?" She shook her head.
"No one." He nodded.
"Damn right and don't you fucking forget it." He stopped to trace it vertically with his finger. "Now it's ready for me any time I want it." He released his finger. "Turn over so I can make sure your ass is hairless." She got on all 4's and he entered his tongue into her ass. She closed her eyes to moan again. "Just what I thought. Your ass needs to be shaved as well. After all, the Master might want your ass again someday and my dick needs to be pleased, don't you agree?" She nodded. "I would have to check my work out by fucking you in the ass after I'm done. Any objections?" She shook her head. "Good because I would have ignored you anyway." After he shaved her ass, he put his dick inside and began to smack her ass. "I'm so damn good. Your ass feels so much better now that it's hairless. You would need to come and see me every month so I can keep your body nice and pleasing for me. Would you have any objections if I came into this sweet and nice ass?" She shook her head. "Good, I would have done it anyway." He pulled her hair and continued until he finally felt a release. "Finally, you got me horny enough to come. Congratulations, you just might have a chance to be my queen."

Now, it's my turn. You can start by cleaning up my mess that I've made." She got down on her knees and began to lick up his cum. "How does it taste?" She looked up at him.
"No human compares." He smiled.
"Your tongue isn't enough. It needs soap." She took the sponge and put red and black liquid soap on it. She started with his right shoulder and slowly made it down to his arm. She loved his strong arms. She went to his other arm and did the same thing. "Why are you going so slow?" She looked up at him.
"You remember the woman that wanted Jesus to heal her daughter and said that she would be happy to eat the crumbs off the floor?" He nodded. "I know my body isn't worth for you to please, so I'll accept whatever I can get." He roared and laughed. Once he calmed down, he looked at her.
"I'm not sure if you're worth the crumbs either." She stood in front of him and began to wash his torso. She loved his 6 pack and how strong it was. "Tell me, how much do you love my body?" She looked at him.
"Your body is better than any man I've ever seen."
"I only allowed you to suck my dick to clean up the mess. I won't allow you to suck my dick and play with my balls for pleasure and that includes when you wash them." He lifted her chin. "Is that understood?" She nodded and began to wash his dick and balls.
"Who would truly be worthy of this nice and delicious dick?"
"Not you." Once she was finished with his legs and hooves, he stood up and turned around. "Since you've done a good job in resisting giving me a blowjob or a hand job, you may wash my back." She looked at his ass and wanted so badly to bite it and smack it.
"Have self-control." She told herself quietly. "You can masturbate later." He turned around and kneeled.
"For having self-control not to smack my ass or bite it, you may do my horns." She could see his face was right in front of her pussy. How she wanted him to finger her again or lick her again. As if he read her mind, he began to play with her pussy. "Since you've been doing a better job than I expected, I'm going to give you a reward." He looked up at her. "But here's a warning. If you dare to cum or moan, I will punish you."

She nodded and watched him enter his tongue and fingers into her pussy. She grabbed the wall of the shower and rocked her pussy into his mouth. She played with her breasts and close her eyes. It was better than she had fantasied. Her eyes went wide, and she knew she was about to come. "No, Satan, no!" But it was too late, she could feel cum inside his mouth. She closed her eyes, what would he do to her? He was angry when he stood up in front of her.
"Were my rules too hard for you to understand?" She swallowed nervously. "What part of no moaning and no cumming, did you not understand?" She looked down and he nodded. "I guess you like failing and you like punishment." He got off the floor and took her hand. He started calling for the demons and threw her on the bed. "Tie her up." They tied her hands and her feet to the bed. "Since you wanted to cum inside my mouth when I, specifically, told you not to, you can enjoy having my cum down your throat." As he sat on top of her, he made her look at him. "A new rule. If you dare to vomit, you'll be eating it. Got it?" She nodded. "Good." He began to jam his dick inside her mouth as hard as he could. She felt herself choking as he continued. "Take it like the slave you are. Show me what a slave I have." The demons were cheering him on. She felt like she couldn't even breathe. She could feel vomit coming and shoved it down her throat. After a few more minutes, he exploded inside her mouth. "Swallow every drop. Every fucking drop!" She licked it all up. "Pity, you just gave me a shower, and now I'm dirty again. So are you." He got off the bed. "Only this time, you're not getting into my shower. You're going to use the slave's headquarters. Demons, take her away." One of them picked up her white rag slave dress and helped the other demon bring her to the slave's shower.
"You got 4 minutes." The cold water ran down her and she hurried to wash herself.

The next day, a demon entered her cell. "Today, you're going to be working for me." She was surprised and he frowned. "Around here, Chosen or not, you don't get a day off. Rather the Master calls you or not." She stood up. "You might want to put your hair up, so it doesn't bother you while you do the chores I've planned for you." Once again, she had to use her hands to brush her hair and put it in a ponytail using the red and black scrunchy.
"How do I earn benefits?" She asked as she followed him into the laundry room. He pointed to a bucket full of soap and water that had a white large brush inside.
"You're scrubbing my floor this morning. What benefits are you talking about?" He began to move, and she followed him.
"It might not seem much to you, but I would like a hairbrush. I hate using my hands, they don't exactly do the job and it takes longer." He looked at her.
"Would any hairbrush do?"
"Yes." He nodded.
"I'll see what I can do for you depending on how good my floor is when you're done. For now, focus on your chores." She looked around his room. The room looked all black and only had a few lights. She shook her head and began to scrub the floor.

Unknown to her, Satan was on his way towards another demon's room, when he saw her on the floor scrubbing. He shook his head. She felt someone lifting her rag dress and turned to see him. "When you're in the presence of Satan, always show your assets. As long as you're my Chosen, your body belongs to me. Only my hands, fingers, mouth and tongue may be used on this body. Got that?" She nodded. "Good. I'll be testing you and you'll never know when I'm around. I better not have to lift up your dress again." He whispered, got up and left. Since it was boring scrubbing a dark room, she allowed her thoughts to enter. Why was he teasing her? Did he really like what he was seeing? She shook her head.
"Now stop thinking about him and focus on working." She told herself quietly. "Don't become obsessed with him."
"Oh, I think you crossed the line when God threw you in Hell instead of Heaven." She told herself back and she sighed.
"I know. I was hoping my love for God would be stronger than my lust for him. Guess not."
"Who the hell are you talking to?" She looked behind her and saw the demon. "And girl, why is your ass showing?"
"The answer to your first question is I've developed a personality to myself. I call her Noelle which is my light side. The other personality? Colleen which is my dark side. The answer to your second question? The Master came by and asked that I expose my ass just in case he's around." He shook his head.
"Just what Hell needs. Another basket case. Whoever said that you crossed the line when you got yourself thrown here, isn't lying." He took the only chair in the room. "Most humans believe Hell is a party. Hell is fun." He shook his head. "Those weren't your reasons. Yours was hoping to belong to Master Satan. Since I'm a demon, I feel like it's my job to lie to you. So here, you actually do have a chance to be his." He gave her a smile and she sighed.
"I know. All I am is a zoo animal to all of you. Dance, monkey, dance." He nodded.
"And there's not a damn thing you can do about it. Since another part of my job description is to remind you of your sins, here is one. The day you arrived and confessed to Master Satan why you're here, you should have never admitted you lusted over him. You made it easy for all of Hell to make fun of you including him."
"Why do you think I tried to stall?" He shook his head.
"It wouldn't have done you any good. He would have found out one way or another." He stood in the front of his room and looked around the floor. "Clean up where I've walked and go into the kitchen." She sighed and cleaned the mess he had made when he entered the room. She picked up the bucket of dirty water and the large brush. She dumped the dirty water into the toilet sink and washed her hands. She looked at her face. It looked the same as it did when she was young.

When she came to the entrance of the restaurant, there were 2 different ones. On the right was gloomy and dirty. The food that comes out of that one reflected the poor design of the restaurant. Most of the time, the lost souls had no idea what they were eating. She shuddered as she thought about the food she ate. Even Satan's chosen had to eat from that restaurant. On the left side was a restaurant that was in gold. It was sparkling cleaned. You couldn't find one piece of dirt anywhere in that place. The restaurant was reserved only for the Devil and his demons. She refused to look at her right when she came to the middle as she didn't want to know how the cooks cooked her food. People like her weren't allowed to go behind the kitchens. It was forbidden, but now, the demon wanted her to learn how to cook? They were allowing her to see what was in the shiny and sparkling kitchen? She shook her head. "Now, don't get your hopes up. I strongly doubt they would allow you to taste their food. You can look and touch, but you can't eat." When she came in, she was amazed even though she should not have been. The floors and the kitchen appliances were shiny and cleaned as well. She saw 4 demons sitting at a gold shiny bench and a demon chef cooking. Since she came while he was in the middle of the conversation, she couldn't understand what they were really talking about. It took him a while before he finally noticed that she there.

"Ah, one of Satan's chosen has arrived." He turned to the 4 demons. "You're going to have both some fun and not so fun." They exchanged confusion looks.
"What's the fun part?" He smiled and put his two hands on her shoulders.
"If she cooks lousy food, you can make fun of her any way you like." They smiled and looked at her.
"Yeah, that does sound like fun." A demon said and she sighed. "What's the not so fun part?" The chef sighed.
"If she cooks lousy, you're going to have to eat it. How else will she know if she's cooking good or not. Remember, she's not cooking for you or for herself, but for the Master. She'll work until she has all 5 meals to the perfection. You know as well as I do, the Master expects nothing less but the best."
"If we should throw food at her, will we be responsible for cleaning up the mess?" The Chef smiled and shook his head.
"Nope. She'll be the one responsible. After all, to be one of Satan's Chosen, your top priority is being a slave to Satan and to his demons."
"Is there any way I can resign from being one of his chosen?" She gave the demon a hope smile and he turned to her puzzled.
"You don't like being one of them? I thought one of your favorite things to do in life was to be present with a challenge. To see if you can outsmart him or not. Do you really want to give that up? Just think my dear. If you would make it all the way to the end of the tests, the prizes that will await you. The fancy food, hotels, jewelry and anything else you can imagine. I wouldn't have taken you as a quitter."
"I thought demons' job was to be cruel and evil?"
"If you had known our priority is Master Satan, you would have known that what he wants, he gets. Our feelings and our thoughts are irrelevant. If he wants you, he'll get you."
"But there are others." He nodded.
"Okay, go home. Forget the rewards and keep eating out of the dirty kitchen and having dirty food." He looked at the demons. "There's always one that wants to quit."
"You wouldn't even let me taste any of this food. It's not reserved for the dogs." He turned to look at her from the bench.
"A good cook always tastes their food. So, of course, we'd let you and if the Master shall pick you, think. We'll be cooking your favorite foods and making sure it's to the perfection."
"Again, I thought demons weren't supposed to be nice."
"Darling, you're wasting time here. You're either in or out. Time is running out. Pick now." She saw the cooks in the dirty kitchen and made a face. Did she really want to eat their food forever? They saw her looking at them and grinned. She groaned when she saw how dirty their teeth and face looked.
"What do I do?" He smiled and nodded.
"Another thing that demons are good at. Persuading humans to do what they should be doing."
"Guess we're not that hard or complicated for you to do so."
"I'm going to ignore that remark because we're seriously wasting time."

The Demon Chef looked at her. "Now, all these are the finish products of his favorite foods." She saw the 5 different dishes. "Do you know what they are?" She shook her head. "It's a good thing that I'm a demon. I don't need sleep or take a break because I can tell it's gonna take you a while to get them right. I know how humans are when they get sleep deprivation, I won't keep you out too late. I don't need you to start a fire or destroy this beautiful kitchen." He pointed to the other side of the room. "That's where they make your food." He threw his head back and laughed. "And what would the health inspector do? We have none! There's no one you can complain to." The demons laughed and she now understood why the food tasted and looked like crap. "But this kitchen." He gestured around. "This is the Master's kitchen. We keep it clean, and we keep it shiny. He deserves the best food and drinks only we can provide."

"You know what's sad?" He smiled.
"Child, you have no idea how much we love to hear about sad things. So, please entertain us."
"You would have been better than my father." He stared at her in shock and looked at the demons.
"Are you serious?" She nodded. "What would make you say such a thing?"
"I was a deaf child, and my father didn't sign. Without knowing sign language, how could he have taught me how to cook?"
"Now, I know where your laziness comes from. The apple sure doesn't fall far from the tree."
"Wow. Is today a demon shocking human day?" They all looked at her confused.
"What do you mean, child?"
"My mother had an affair on my father and caused him to doubt that I was his and you," She pointed to all the demons in the room. "Have never met my family and can be sure that I'm his. I thought humans were better than demons and today, you're showing me you're better than us. I should have never came to Hell." He frowned.
"Why? You don't like knowing that you've been lied to?" He picked up a sharp knife and held it as he spoke. "Do humans still regret Master Satan for inviting Eve to gain knowledge?" She shrugged.
"I can't speak for every human. I can only speak for myself."
"And what do you say?"
"Some knowledge isn't bad to learn. But others?" She shook her head. "Some things I rather not have learned." He put his free hand on her shoulder.
"Let me guess? Heartache? Dying? Children in hospitals?" He made a fake sad face, and she shook her head.
"If there's anything I regret learning? I guess 2 things. One because my father didn't learn to sign, I sucked at communication. I rather have learned how to put it into words how I was feeling than acting them out. The second? When I was with my first love, I wish I had enjoyed not knowing he would pick the army over me and that it would be the last time I would see his good side."

"Let's start cooking. While your words might win the Master over, your cooking should win him over more." She nodded. "Now, I'm going to tell you the ingredients and what to do with them." He put a meat on the table. "What animal did this come from?" She studied it.
"Cow?" He smiled.
"Remember darling, Satan's not a human and doesn't eat like one. Try again."
"Deer?" He shook his head.
"No. This is horse meat. Do you know why our darling Satan likes this kind of meat?" She shook her head. "Because it's forbidden in the Bible. God forbidden his people from eating meat that comes from an animal like the horse. Now watch me as I cut it because you'll be doing it the same way as I." She watched him as he took one of the meats and began to chop it down. After he was done, he gave her the knife. "Your turn, darling." She took a big breath and began to chop it like he had or at least, tried to. He shook his head when he saw the results. "I would think this would be so easy, a baby could do it." She shrugged.
"I would have thought not having cerebral palsy anymore would make my mind function better." He stared at her.
"You had cerebral palsy on Earth?" She nodded. "How long has it been since you've been dead?" She shrugged.
"I don't know the time and day difference between Hell and Earth." He sighed.

"Alright, let's try it this way." He picked up another horse meat and used his hands to help her cut the meat. "Just picture him eating the meat. You don't want it too small or too big for him." She began to visualize his mouth and remembered how good his kisses were. She didn't realize how much she was daydreaming until she cut her finger. The Demon Chef sighed and hanged his head. "What a foolish demon, am I?" He brought her finger to the sink and turned on the water. "I forgot how much you lust over Master Satan and should have knew not to put his mouth into your head. Especially when you have already had it, haven't you?" She couldn't help but smile. He shook his head and looked at the other demons. "This is why we shouldn't be in lust with anyone. We don't need to be as bad as they are." He left to get a black band aid with red letters, 'Satan' on it. He wrapped it around her finger. "You need to be more careful!" She nodded. "But I'm partly to blame for forgetting your lust towards the Master.

She watched the Demon Chef go over to the dirty kitchen and handed him the meat. "Unfortunately, we can't use this meat because Colleen accidentally cut her finger and got blood on it. Rather than wasting it, we've decided to give it to the lost souls for their dinner." She looked at the Demon Chef in horror.
"You're going to actually allow them to eat that with my blood?" She asked when he came back in. He looked at her as he washed the cutting board and dried it.
"Believe it or not, cooks don't waste food around here. Do you know how much that shit cost? Now, we're going to start again. But this time, no daydreaming about Satan!" She nodded sheepishly. "Good. Again." He placed fresh meat on the cutting board, and she began to cut again. "If you truly lust over Satan," He whispered into her ear. "You would want to have your food please him, do you not? Think about how his mouth would eat these meats and think of you." She shook her head.
"We don't need another 'accident.'" She finished and looked up at him."Hmmm…I'm glad you were focused and did the task. The next step is to cook the meat. He likes it medium rare, that means the temperature must be at 129-degree F." He gave her a black probe thermometer. "Cook it for 10 minutes on the stove and the rest of the time in the oven." She nodded and let it cook. After 10 minutes, she put it in the oven and looked up at him.
"Now, to go with the horse meat, he likes garlic bread. Do you know how to cook it?"
"Just by the oven." He nodded.
"How long and what degree?"
"10-15 minutes at 450?" He nodded.
"Do it." She put the garlic bread into the oven, and he began to clap. "You've just made Satan's first favorite meal. I've changed my mind. Instead of feeding it to the demons, let's feed it to the Master. Let him mock you, if you shall fail. By the way, I would be sharing your little 'accident' with him. I doubt he would be surprise by such news." He checked his watch. "Do you want to check out the meat to see if it's ready?" She nodded and checked the degrees. He looked over her shoulder. "Yep, looks like it's ready. Get it out." She got a black potholder and got it out. "You will cook at once: oysters, crabs, owl and shark. Finish up with his favorite wine a 1989 Domaine De La Romanee." It took her nearly all day to finish cooking, when a demon servant came in.

"The Master is ready for his dinner." The Demon Chef looked at her.
"You're on."
"Which one is his first course?"
"The first one you cooked. Make sure you bring in the wine and don't spill any! You have no idea how much it costs." She nodded and put the wine and the food on the tray. On her way to the dining room, she began to talk to herself.
"Don't look at him. Don't allow him to make you nervous." She walked into the room and placed the food in front of him and put the drink on his left. She bowed and left. As she walked back to the kitchen, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now, you wait until the demon comes in to inform you that he's ready for his second course. Once you put the second course on the table, pick up the plates from the first." It was a while before the demon came in.
"He's ready for the second." She picked up the tray of food.
"Same deal." She told herself. "Don't look at him and keep it professional." She put the tray of food in front of her and began to pick up the dirty plates.

"What's the deal about the band aid around your finger?" She heard him ask and closed her eyes.
"The Master shouldn't worry. The meat you ate was a fresh one. You know the Demon Chef doesn't like to give Satan anything but the best and fresh." He turned his whole body towards her.
"That's not what I've asked. What happened to your finger?" She began to put his plates in front of him. "If you don't tell me right now, I will smash this plate on the floor and force you to clean it up. Not only that, but I will also force you to make me a new one." She looked at him and studied his eyes.
"I cut my finger." He nodded.
"And why did you?"
"The Demon Chef was teaching me how to cut the meat in a way that would be pleasant for you. Unfortunately, he used words he shouldn't have."
"Such as?" She looked at his wine and began to fill it up. He put his hand on one of the plates.
"Do you think I'm joking about smashing this plate off the table?" She put down the wine and looked at him.
"He wanted me to visualize your mouth. Since you've already given me a taste of how good of a kisser you are, my mind went daydreaming about it and I guess I was so lost in it that I didn't pay attention. The knife went through the finger." He picked up the injured finger and studied it.
"Had I known I would be this distracting to you, I would have done it earlier." She pulled away her finger and gave him a smile.
"You're not here to discuss about me and my little injury. You're here to eat and be merry." She took the tray of dirty dishes and left.

"What took you so long?" The Demon Chef asked, and she gave him a sarcastic smile.
"You don't have to replay the story for Master Satan. He asked about the finger and I had no choice but to tell him."
"Told you doll, he would have found out sometime. You can't hide things from him. One way or another, he'll find out. If he's not pleased with your cooking, we'll be at this again tomorrow. You don't get to do the dishes until all the food and drink has been consumed."
"What do you do in the meantime while he's eating?" She crossed her arms as she looked at him.
"Why should I spill to you the secrets of this kitchen? Just because you've cooked today, doesn't let you in our little private kitchen club. Only the best is invited. You're not it." He drank a glass of wine as he looked at her.
"You could always make up things as a way of mocking me and making me believe it's so." He smiled as he put down his drink.
"Didn't think a human like you would be entertained by us." She frowned.
"Did you not forget, dear demon, I've been demon possessed twice. I know your work a little too well." He nodded and crossed his arms.
"Alright, while we're waiting for the demon servant to come in to request the 3rd course, we play some music and dance in the kitchen." She nodded impressed.
"I didn't think demons like music." He laughed.
"Oh, we enjoy music just as well as humans do." She studied him.
"Can you sing?" He grinned and looked at the demons.
"She's asking me, if I can sing." He shook his head and looked back at her. "I can, but not as good as he can." He turned to look towards the dining room. "No human and no demon are in a match for him. He overtakes us all."
"Including instruments?" He nodded.
"Don't think you can outplay him with the harp or anything like that unless you want to make a fool out of yourself." She shrugged.
"I'm not good with either. But I do like music."
"What kind is your favorite?"
"I have many."
"While we're waiting, you need to keep these foods warm for him." He took the plates and put them under a heater. "He doesn't do cold."
"You're not supposed to be helping me."
"I blame the wine." The demons chuckled and she smiled.
"Or funny!" The demon shook his head.
"Don't think you can make us fall in love with you girl, like you can make him. We're demons and we have no need to please any humans."
"So, demons don't want to be better than us?" He looked at her.
"The Master might like challenges, we don't. We don't need to prove anything to anyone. Only the inferior and low self-esteem people do."
"You're right. You've already proved you're better than my father by teaching me how to cook. You don't need to prove anything else."
"I've changed my mind; I want to hear you sing." She looked at him mortified.
"No, you don't." He smiled.
"We need fun. Sing to us, so we can make fun of you." Just as she was about to, the demon servant came in.
"He's ready for the 3rd." The Demon Chef sighed and looked at her.
"Saved by Satan, how tropical. He might spoil you, but we won't. You'll have a few minutes between the time you come back in here and the 4th course. You can sing for us then." She got the 3rd course out of the heater.
"Looking forward to it." She gave him a fake smile and went into the dining room.

"Are you having fun waiting for me to call for you?" He asked her as she came in.
"A word of warning for you, my Master." She began to put plates in front of him. "I would cover my ears when I leave this room."
"And why would I do that?" She looked at him.
"The demons are bored and want something fun. What's more fun for them than to hear me sing, so they can make fun of me?" He shook his head.
"No, I don't want a lousy voice reaching my ears. If they want you to sing, I will give you the gift to do so." She stared at him. "I'm not doing it to be nice to you, I'm doing it for me. This is my relaxing time. No one ruins it. Not a human and not a demon." He touched her throat and was puzzled when he saw her breathing heavy. Inside her eyes was no light which made him curious. "Colleen, are you there?"
"Take me!" He stared at her.
"Excuse me?" She shook her head.
"I apologize." She looked at the glass and began to fill it. He stood up and whispered into her ear.
"How would you want me to take you?" She spilled the glass and the wine on the table.
"I apologize, Master Satan." He shook his head.
"I suppose you want me to spank you for this? Give you something to masturbate over?" She looked at him appalled.
"Are you like this with all your fans? With all your admirers?" He grinned, sat back down and pulled her to sit on his lap.
"Be grateful. You're enjoying Hell a lot more than if you didn't have any lust for me. I'm doing you a favor." He licked her neck, and she closed her eyes. "Careful, if you're not grateful next time, I can make you know how bad Hell really is." He grabbed her throat and she turned to look at him.
"Will…will that be all?" She was trying to talk to him without stuttering.
"I know you're enjoying this probably more than I am. To show you that I'm not without mercy, why don't you feed me?" She turned to look at him confused.
"Feed you?" He nodded. "How long do you plan to torture me?" He roared and laughed.
"Who can you complain to? Where can you escape to? Now pick up a fork and feed your Master before he gets so hungry that he'll use his mouth on you instead." Her eyes went wide as she stared at him. He grinned and she took the seat close to him. When she had the fork up to his mouth, she watched him as he bit into the crabs and watched him as he chewed his food. "Drink." He said once he swallowed the food. She took the glass and raised his up to his lips. He licked the wine and looked at her. "I do hope this isn't making you horny. I can't have a horny servant at this table." Once he was satisfied, she got up and he looked at her. "I'm looking forward to my 4th course and to you feeding me."
"Why don't I just bring you back the 4th course, so you can torture me more with the idea of wanting you?" He laughed.
"Why do you think I want you to be back to feed me? Torturing you is the reason." She picked up the dirty plates and filled his wine.
"I'll be back in a few." She returned to the kitchen.

"What took you so long this time?" She threw her head back and looked at the Demon Chef.
"Now, he wants me to feed him." He shook his head.
"That's Satan for you. He knows how to keep himself entertained with the humans. Just think of how he will be, once he begins to rule the world and its population? You, doll, are being given the first preview." He drank his wine. "Better hurry up, he doesn't like to be kept waiting." She took the 4th course.

She began to feed him again. "Napkin." She wiped his mouth and he smiled. "Are you enjoying this as I am?" She looked at him.
"I never thought Satan would fantasize about being treated like a baby." He shook his head.
"Like you don't have fantasies of after our child is born and me sucking your breasts for your milk or whatever your breasts will bring afterwards." She dropped the fork and he looked at it. "Pity, you're going to have to go get a new fork. A new dish for you to clean up tonight."

She shook her head and made her way to the kitchen. The Demon Chef checked his watch.
"You couldn't be done that fast." She held up the fork.
"I dropped the fork." He chuckled.
"Seems like he's having a hell of a good time with you."

She got a clean fork and headed back out. "I'm sorry, was what I said out of line?"
"More owl meat, my Dark Lord?"
"Ignoring me now? Then, I won't eat, and you'll have to stay here until I do." He crossed his arms. "And you'll have to reheat the food again."
"Yeah, it's best to just do what you say." He nodded.
"Damn right. I'm the Master here, not you. What I say goes. Was I out of line?"
"You know you were."
"Oh, why?" She frowned.
"Because you know as well as I do, I can't get pregnant with your child." He grinned.
"Oh, I don't know. What do Christians love to say?" She looked at him confused. "Oh yes, 'God works mysterious ways.' I'm sure if God wanted to make it possible, he would."
"Wouldn't 'Satan works mysterious ways' be better?" He roared and laughed.
"Feed me, girl." She feed him the owl meat.
"Since the demons say I'm not allowed to eat this food since it tastes better than the food we eat, do you mind torturing me by telling me how this food tastes?" He smiled and picked up some owl meat.
"Where are my manners? Open up and let me feed you." She opened her mouth and he watched as she took it in. "Now, don't let your imagination run wild. This is the closest sexual tension you're going to get from me tonight." She nodded as she closed her mouth to chew.
"I don't expect anything less. Satan doesn't get horny over any humans especially ones like me."
"Glad we're in an agreement. How did it taste to you?"
"I can see why you like it." He smiled.
"Unfortunately, this is the only time you're going to be able to eat this meat or any kind of meat. As you've said, this food is only reserved for me and the demons. You're not one of us."
"I would have eaten anything, if you would have fed me." He straightens up his napkin that was on his lap.
"I don't do flirting at this table. If you want to sit with the King, manners are a must. Else, you can go back and sit with the kids." He looked at her and she nodded.
"My apologies."
"I doubt you're really sorry. You would flirt with me again if you had the chance." She picked up some more owl meat and looked at him.
"Don't pretend you hate it when a human flirts with you. You know it makes you feel good because it means you're better than they are." He opened his mouth to receive the food. She waited as he chewed and swallowed.

He took her hand and began to walk. She was curious to where they were going. "But Dark Lord, you still have one more course!" He ignored her and brought her to his shower. He stripped her naked and put her in the shower with him.
"You dare to think I would not give you any consequences for disobeying me?" He grabbed her throat. "Do you not recognize how much I can torture you more than you can torture me? Let me show you how I can." He turned on the hot water and she closed her eyes. He got down and began to eat her out.
"No, don't!" He nodded as he licked her.
"I don't like to eat humans' out, but I guess for your sake, I don't have a choice. I'm angry about that. So angry, I'm going to do this!" He began to pound her missionary style. "I better not hear you got pregnant from this! Why do humans always play hard to get? Don't they know that I can catch them? Well, now you know." Once he was done, she stared at him as he looked at her. "I was hoping that if we ever had sex, it would have been more romantic than this, but no, you just had to ruin it. If you didn't like our first time together, blame yourself and not me. Would have been easier if you would have just fucking obeyed me." He slammed his fist next to her ear. "Remember darling, I can torture you a lot better than you can torture me. You can stay in this tub as long as you like. Just know the longer you do, the longer it will take you to finish cleaning up the dishes and the kitchen. Less sleep time." He pulled out his dick and turned on the water to wash himself. She watched him as he washed himself. He turned off the water. "Get up, you don't get to use my water for pissing me off! You will go back to the kitchen full of my cum." She stood up and left.

The Demon Chef shook his head when he saw her. "Master Satan filled us in with what happened. I took you for a smart girl to know you don't question if he's genuine of not when it comes to his threats. Humans always want to learn the hard way. Well, you know what to do. This kitchen better be spotless and shiny tomorrow morning or there will be hell to pay." The demons left and she got to work. It took her a while to do all the dishes, put them away and clean up the rest of the kitchen. Once she was done, she turned off the lights and made her way back to her cell. How much longer will they keep torturing her like this? Could she take any more of this? She collapsed on the bed and went to sleep.

During the night, Satan came into her cell and picked her up. He brought her to his bathtub and began to wash her. She woke up for a moment and thought she was seeing him bath her. She was so tired; she went back to sleep. He got in with her and began to suck her breasts. Gently bit her nipples. He masturbated her and entered his dick to do missionary style. "This was what I wanted our first time to be like. Slow and gentle. Nice and sweet. Why couldn't you just be a good girl?" He shook his head and decided he wanted to continue on his bed. He let the water out and picked her up to bring her to it. She woke up to him kissing her and entering his tongue into her mouth. "This is the kisses you could have had, had you been a good girl." She looked at him.
"I'm sorry." He shook his head.
"Too late, my dear. Be grateful I took the liberty of cleaning my cum out of your pussy. Don't think I'll be so generous next time." He pounded her. "Would you obey me now?" She nodded. "Let's test that. Tell your daddy a story."
"Daddy was so good to his daughter that every woman in the world was jealous of her because they wanted him. Every man in the world wanted a taste of her because they wanted to know what you would have tasted like. Every couple wanted a relationship like ours. They could see how much we were better than his children and they wanted their children to be like ours." He pounded her harder. "Can you imagine? Us being better and bigger than any human that had ever lived? How many people would want to copy us and be like us?" He looked at her.
"If I had chosen you, I would have gave you everything you've ever dreamed of. Everything you could have wanted in life. You would have lacked nothing." She shook her head.
"The only thing I would have wanted was you. Just you and your body to belong to me forever." He shook his head.
"You're just saying that." She shook her head.
"How can I prove to you that I'm not?" He studied her eyes.
"You would be willing to prove it to me?" She nodded. "I'm tired of you disobeying me. I don't know if I want to take another chance on you."
"Think of how you can punish me, if I don't. You know you love having the power over me. You know your punishments are better than the human's."
"Very well." He stopped having sex and looked at her. "Get dressed and sat on the floor." She was puzzled, but sat on his far left on the black carpet.

Once he saw she was seated, he smiled. The 7 chosen women entered the room. "I think it's time to end this 'competition.' This is going to be your last test for me." He looked at the first woman who sat on his right. "You up. I want you to give me the best damn lap dance you've ever given. I need to see how good you are." She got up, tossed her long blonde hair and gave the other women a smirk. Colleen secretly wanted to smack that smirk off; but reminded herself that she didn't want to be his actual chosen. She watched as the woman sat on him and gave him a lap dance. She looked at the others and saw one of them crossed her arms in jealously. The rest looked bored.

"Don't do it." She told herself quietly. "Don't go there." She couldn't help herself but stood up and crossed her arms. "You know what will be better than one woman?" They all turned to look at her in surprise. "Maybe 2 or more. If only men were here to be so envious of you. Wishing they could have as many women as you do." She saw he looked annoyed.
"I don't remember calling you to make me feel good." She shrugged.
"Some women use their bodies to please a man. What can I say? I know my body isn't that appealing. I use what I have, which are my words." He nodded and looked at the woman who was giving him a lap dance.
"Did I fucking ask you to stop?" The woman resumed. "If your words are your strongest points besides your body, you're not doing a very good job." He didn't look at her, instead kept his eye on the woman. She could see him lusting over her.
"Maybe I'm just getting started." He looked down and when he still didn't speak, she sat on the bed. "I bet you want us to fight to please you. Women," She looked at the other 6. "Who wants to fight her for the spot to please him?" They all stood up and began to fight her. She smiled and he turned to look at her.
"Why aren't you fighting to please me?" She shook her head.
"Do you think I want the challenge to have to keep proving to you how worthy I am? Perhaps, I'm satisfied being a mistress." He shook his head.
"What should I do with the one that wins?"
"Make her your wife." He roared and laughed. She ignored him and watched the women continue to fight. "This is too easy." She got on top of him, and he looked at her in surprise. She traced his lips. "You can't fault me for wanting to kiss you. You've proved to be one of a hell of a kisser. You shouldn't blame a woman when they want more of the free samples you've given them." She traced his lips and he looked down at her.
"Was that your evil plan? Get the women to fight each other to give you room to make me all yours?" She smiled.
"We both know that I'm not that clever. But the opportunity did present itself. How could I not take advantage of it?" He looked at the other women.

"Are you going to let her get away with winning your spot?" She saw all the women turn to look at her and noticed that they were annoyed with knowing he had been right.
"You're in a tight position. I would think carefully if I were you. You beat the crap out of me, sure you'll win, but you'll also be showing him that he's not worth fighting for. I don't envy your situation." They exchanged looks and looked at him. He nodded impressed.
"I can't lie that she has a point. You're in a no-win situation. So, what will you do?" Colleen got off the bed and put her fists on her hips.
"I'll make it easy for you." They looked at her puzzled. "Why don't 3 or 4 of you fight me and I lose. The rest of you keep fighting each other?" They exchanged looks.
"You would give up your position to not win Master Satan's heart? That means you're not all that serious about it." She smiled.
"Look at me. Do you really think I stand a chance against any of you? You all know that you're stronger and faster than I am. You know it won't take you more than 10 or 20 minutes to finish me off. Beat the crap out of me and you'll have one less woman in the competition." She crossed her arms and saw one of the women looking at her skeptical.
"You're tricking us! There's no way you will go down without a fight. You must know karate or something." She laughed.
"I had cerebral palsy on Earth. There was no karate for people like me."
"I can take her down." One of them spoke.
"Me too." She looked at the others. "We need 1 or 2 more."
"No, you don't." One of the women said. "Since she had cerebral palsy on Earth, it would only take the 2 of you to beat the shit out of her. The 4 of us will continue to fight each other. It's more of a challenge than that shit." They resume fighting and the two women looked at her.
"Say your prayers girl, oh that's right. They don't work well down here." They beat the shit out of her as she went down without fighting back. Once they were done, they joined the others and began to beat the shit out of them. Colleen laid down on the carpet and closed her eyes. She had no idea what happened or how long it had been when she felt being picked up and carried out of the room. She landed back on her cot and closed her eyes. It didn't take her long to fall asleep.

The next morning, she had a hard time opening her eyes and her head felt like a bowling ball. She wondered what would happen today now that Satan had possibly won his queen. She didn't have to wait long for an answer. Two demons came into her cell. "Look at you. You really didn't fight back those 2 chicks from beating the shit out of you and you look like crap." Because her eyes were probably as bad as she felt, when she saw the demons, it left her with a blurry vision. "You would think Satan would release you from being his chosen that you went down like a weak ass female." She nodded. "Actually, he admired what you've done." She sat up and looked at them confused. "You see, he's actually being very smart." A demon took her only chair in the room. "He knows when he rules Earth, people will want a piece of him. Do you really think he wants a female that will act jealous and starts fights? He wants the world to believe in peace even if it's false." He stood up and put his hands on the small black rail on her cot. "In conclusion? Congratulations. You won." She stared at the wall in shock. She won? That wasn't her plan at all. She had planned to lose. What has she done? She shook her head and decided she'd worry about that later. If she thought she would have the day off, she was wrong.

One of them picked her up and started carrying her to the stairs that lead above the cells. He opened the door and threw her on a bed. "This is your new home now. From now on, you're his personal slave." They closed the door and left. She never thought she would feel so glad to feel a thick comforter on a bed. She lifted it up with the flat sheet and got into it. All she wanted to do at that moment was sleep. Hell could be freezing over, and she wouldn't have cared. She was surprised to find it wasn't just a normal bed, but a waterbed. Good, she needed it to help her fall asleep.

She had no idea how long she had been asleep when she heard a voice. "So, you're my chosen one, congratulations!" She decided to ignore him and continue to sleep that annoyed him. "Did you not hear me? I picked you! But here's a little secret. I was always going to choose you. I just made you believe otherwise." He popped down on the other side of his waterbed, put his hands behind his head and looked at her. "You have to admit I'm that good if you had any doubt, I wasn't going to choose you." When she still didn't wake up to answer him, he pulled down the comforter and flatted sheet. "Why aren't you happy, darling? Now we can begin our life and just the way you'd imagined it." She knew if she wanted him to go away, she had to give him an answer. She sat up and gave him the biggest smile she could.
"Satan, I'm sure this day is wonderful for you. In case you've forgotten, I just took a beating and I feel like shit. Can't you be a nice guy for once and just let me recover?" He sighed.
"I've made you my queen and already you have a request for me. How ordinary. I thought you would have been different."
"If you, so much want my company this bad, why don't you heal my face, and I can feel better faster?" He nodded.
"And already you're asking me to use my powers on you." She shrugged.
"Either heal my face so I can feel better or let me sleep. You pick." He sighed and put his hands to her face.
"You better be happy and joyful as I am, once I'm done."
"I will be because your powers can make me feel a lot better than any doctor and nurse, don't you think?" He closed his eyes and began to chant. Finally, her eyes could open, and she could see him clearer.
"Now you look better. Do you feel better?" She nodded. "Good." He stood up. "Remember, I want you to feel excited and joyful as I do. You better not disappoint me, or I'll make your face go back the way it was." She gave him a smile, jumped from the bed and put her arms around his neck.
"I'm so glad you feel as happy and joyful as I do that you've chosen me to be your queen. I've been fantasizing about our lives together and you being this amazing god used your powers to make it happen. If my fantasies are good enough for you to make into a reality, you're in for a real treat." He smiled as he put his hands behind her back.
"Oh, I know those stories well. Every time you masturbated over me; I couldn't help but want the life you were fantasizing about. Before we begin the amazing life, I wanted to show you what the best King you're going to have. I've gotten you 2 gifts." She shook her head.
"Satan, haven't I proved to you that all I wanted was you and us? Everything else that will happen in our lives will just be a bonus?" He smiled and took her hands into his.
"You're going to love these gifts. This I promise you."
"Are you going to sing that song to me?" He roared and laughed.
"You'll hear me sing soon enough. We have all the time in the world for me to sing to you. Are you ready for your gifts?"
"But I haven't gotten you anything." He shook his head.
"Seeing you smile when you see these is enough for me." She shook her head and crossed her arms.
"Wanting to win the reward for 'Best Husband of the Year' already?" He laughed.
"I will always win that reward." She nodded. "Now close your eyes, so the demons can bring in your surprises." She sighed and covered her eyes with her hands.

"On the count of 3. 3...2...1. Open your eyes!" She removed her hands from her eyes and looked at her gifts in shock. "In case it isn't obvious. This is your father and stepmother. I thought they should share our joyful day with us." He smiled as he looked at the 2 frighten adults standing in front of him. "What do you think?" She had no idea what to say and he came to stand beside her. "Are you going to tell me you're really that surprised to find them in Hell after what they've done to you? I ordered the demons to hold off any severe punishment because I know you can punish them a lot more than they can." She turned to look at the Devil and he looked at her. "Please tell me, you are pleased?" She could only stare at her parents in shock.

When Baphomet didn't go on more, Satan looked at him confused. "What happened next?" He fully sat in front of him.
"So far, what do you think is the reason I like this girl?"
"That she would do all things without complaining like the Bible quote goes?" He smiled.
"I would see why you would think that." He nodded. "Do you really think God would just throw this chick in Hell because she has lust for you? That her crush on you is so huge she has soaked underwear?" He shook his head.
"Now you're giving away too much information."
"Rather I am or not is irrelevant. My question is do you really think God would throw her in Hell just because of those?" He shrugged.
"God's judgement isn't always clear."
"If you were God, would you have thrown her in Hell simply for these reasons?" He shook his head.
"No. I don't think it should be a sin to masturbate and to lust over the King of Hell. It's his own fault for describing me the most beautiful Angel that ever lived. That my beauty was a sight to behold. Those weren't my words but his." He turned away from him.
"We're in agreement. You know how 'Christians' like to say that God doesn't make mistakes?" He nodded. "In this story, he didn't make a mistake." He looked at him confused.
"Before I throw in the next chapter, let me leave you with this. You know how a human makes one small mistake and ends up in jail or prison for it?"
"Yes."
"Some of those humans enter those prisons and jails innocently. They come out worse than they came in."
"Some, yes."
"There was only one mistake that he did make. He put an innocent child into hell and she's going to come out worse."
"Hell shouldn't make one worse." He smiled.
"No, Hell just needs the Devil to do it." The Devil crossed his arms.
"There you go following humans in blaming me."
"But in this case, it is your fault. But it was also hers. She just had to do what she did."
"What did she do?" He smiled.
"Just one last thing. You don't get scared easy, do you?"
"Well, humans have always associated me with horror, so why don't you?"
"Good. Because the next chapter just might scare you." He looked at him and smiled.