Hello there,
This is the first story I have written, and I am sure you can tell it. I don't have a beta reader, but I'm more than happy for any help or critique, but please just keep it civil as this is my first time writing and posting, and I'm a bit nervous. Regarding the story warnings please be warned that this is a very messed-up story. Tigger's warning for horror, gore, sex, and grossness; non-willing and willing of bodily harm will be fall characters, and I am trying to make it as gory as I can. So, if you have any ideas left, let me know! This will be a 'Hellraiser' story, as in the people will be there, but it is about if Hellraiser was summoned to other worlds and pulled people into the pleasures of Hell. There is a main OC, and she has a hungry appetite for turning those she finds evil into cenobites and sleeping with them as a fair warning. I have a few worlds mapped out. But if you have anyone you would like to see added to the 'harem' let me know!
It all started with a box—a small, insignificant golden box that had found itself in her hands centuries ago. She had stumbled upon it by chance; the box called to her like a lost lover. A soft, mournful sound played from the cube that quieted when she first picked it up. Taking it home, the woman softly trailed her fingers over the intricate designs and shapes on her new puzzle box. Her curiosity and want seemed to move her fingers across the boxes' pieces, slowly shifting and moving them until a click could be heard deep inside. The puzzle box suddenly jumped out of the woman's grasp and landed on the cold floor. Opening the box, the mournful music began to play again but louder as a light shined from within the box. A deep voice could be heard in the small room. "We have such sights to show you."
A dark figure looms over a large chasm. Its face was shrouded in shadows as sounds of torture and screams of terror were heard from the crevasse. Watching over the domain, the figure smirked as black teeth flashed in the red light that pulsed from the great hole before it. Stepping more into the light, the dark figure was bathed in blood-red strobes. Black eyes that took over the whole eye showed malice and pleasure as the woman watched the horrors that were happening below. Black leather encompassed the woman's body almost from neck to toe. The only places missing the glistening black leather are her head, her middle section, and most of her chest. Her bare middle section from the front was gripped and pulled tight, making her look almost like her skin was being pulled backwards. Her back had hooks imbedded into her flesh, and black ribbon ran through the hooks, pulling taunt the access ribbon dragging across the floor below her. Making her back a skin corset. Her chest was bare of the leather as well as any skin; only muscles were shown as the bloody leather wrapped around her skinless breasts, covering the nipples in an X faction. Long black hair reached past the woman's butt, stopping just mid-thigh. The black, soulless eyes glistened in the red light that washed over her.
Her deathly pale skin turned red as the beams of light burned across her chest and stomach. The red beams burned all the flesh they touched. Tossing her head, the woman moaned in pleasure as the beams blessed her. Melting away skin and some muscles, once the beams moved on the skin, it slowly began to bubble back. The hissing, charred skin and muscles slowly reformed back into place as another figure stepped up behind the demonic woman and wrapped a hand around her neck and another across her abdomen. The pale hand encompasses the entirety of the woman's neck. Long fingers dug into her flesh as she purred in pleasure. Stepping forward, the tall figure molded his chest to the woman's back. His body locked into her, and he pulled her against him. Two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. The other hand of the male ran across the woman's tight stomach. His fingers trailed in the blood that had been left in the red beams wake. Taking the fingers, he ascended them to his mouth and licked the blood off slowly, savoring the dark taste. Leaning back, the woman reached up with an arm and ran her leather-clawed fingers through the man's bald head. scraping agent nail pins, and the man growled as she pulled on a few as her fingers trailed and crossed his scared head. Squeezing her neck Pinhead leaned forward and spoke in her ear.
"I have such sights to show you." Feeling chains snake up her legs slowly, the woman smiled against the demon. She wet her lips with her tongue in anticipation as she watched his pitch-black eyes follow her red tongue. Speaking softly as the long fingers tightened on her throat. "And I have such pleasure to give you." Hearing the chains rattle, her heart rate increased in excitement at what was to come. She could feel the hooks on the chains teasing her as they left light, bloody trails in their wake. Cutting slowly into her legs and ripped the leather and parts of her skin off. The deep voice of a demonic male breathed into her ear.
"Always so impatient, you are for pleasure of pain. "You always want it fast and hard, but the pleasures I will show you will be slow and torturous, making you feel as if you have been here for eternity." Gripping her chin with his hand that was around her neck, Pinhead pulled her face to the side as his black eyes found hers and smirked at her frustration. Feeling her fingers tighten on his pins, he groaned and called his chains Stabbing into the woman's wrists, the chains and hooks pulled the woman's hands from the male demon and splayed them in a cross pattern. Shouting in surprise as the hooks imbedded into her flesh, the woman hissed in pleasure as she was pulled taunt and hanging in the air over the red chasm that held the souls of the dammed. The two ribbons that swayed in the heated breeze that came from the pit slowly lifted and dragged across Pinhead's cheek. The black ribbon left a deep cut where it had kissed.
Laughing deeply, the man grabbed one of the ribbons, cutting his semi-gloved hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it. Shivering, the woman felt the kiss, as she was connected to the cutting ribbons as Pinhead was to his chains. Lightly flicking the ribbon, it cut his lips as he smiled, his teeth now bloody as he reprimanded the woman. "There, there, all good things come to those who wait."
Watching the blood heal from the cut along his mouth, the woman sighed with longing as her eyes watched as the blood swelled on his lip and then dissipated. Sometimes it was unfair that demons healed so fast; the master demon before her was the one exception. If he wanted you to suffer, even as a demon in hell, he could make you suffer. He could stop any demon's healing factor with just a thought. He could even truly end them if he wished. As the oldest demon here, he was granted that power by the God Leviathan that pulsed far above them, with its slow, lazy red beams that blessed the land before it while it slept in a deep slumber. Its favorite son ruled the domain with a just and painful fist.
Feeling the chains that were wrapped around her legs begin to loosen and then slowly slither their way up between her chest bindings and hook into the top of her skinless breasts, the woman moaned and pulled on the chains that anchored her hands, ripping her wrists more as she squirmed. The master demon below her walked towards the woman. His step echoed over the screams of the dammed. Stopping just at the ledge of the chasm, he used his chains to pull the woman closer to him. Still high above him, the woman's blood dripped down her body and onto the man below her. Small drops at first, and then more blood riveted down as she moved and pulled agent the chains. The blood drops slowly onto the demon's face. Closing his black eyes, Pinhead felt the warm blood splatter onto his skin and run down his face. Licking his lips as blood dripped past, he lazily opened his eyes. "Good girl, Bleed for me."
The hanging woman tossed her head and closed her eyes as more chains appeared and latched onto her feet, dragging them apart after ripping off the leather that covered her legs, leaving long welts in their wake. The ribbons shook and jerkily moved as the woman who controlled them felt the pain and pleasure course through her. How she wanted this to drag on for eternity. She wanted more than just her master's chains and wanted to take all that he would give her. Feeling herself descend slowly as the chains lowered her down. The woman opened her glistening black eyes as she felt Pinhead's fingers reach up and stroke her impaled foot. Looking down at her lover, the woman shook as the demon licked the blood off her foot slowly. She refuses to beg, at least not yet. Not being able to fully see what he was doing, she could feel his ruff tongue run over the wound that held his hooks, then slowly trace his tongue up her leg, further fallowing the path of blood and his pins digging into her skin as he trailed up her pale leg. As her demonic master got to her knee, she braced herself for the pleasure and pain that were to come. Just as he reached her knee, both demons felt a tremor shake Hell. Snapping his eyes to a large doorway beyond the chasm. The door stood by itself, floating on its own little island made from the skin and blood of the damned. The mouths that formed from the skin that made up the island and the door itself slowly opened and began to emit a soft, mournful sound, the same sound that played from a lost puzzle box.
"Looks like our time is cut short, my dear. We are being summoned." Said the leader of the cenobites. Lowing the woman to her feet, he laughed at the look of rage on the woman's face. "There are all good things for those who wait." Releasing her from his chains, the wounds healed after a few heartbeats, but the blood remained. Snorting, the woman muttered under her breath, promises of pain to whoever had summoned them. "Shall we, my dear? The mortal calls to us. And we have such sights to show them." Putting out his elbow, the woman grabbed it. Her leather claws grasped into his leathered elbow as they walked towards the door made of flesh and blood.