Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

Originally published on 02/22/19 in NonConsent/Reluctance.

Hellish Retribution is my first attempt at incorporating erotica into my fantasy writing. Thank you for all of the wonderful feedback I've received thus far, and I hope you enjoy!

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Elise raced down the hallways of the college as quickly as the professors would allow her to, right hand clutching a small metal device. Her green eyes gleamed with an almost childlike sense of glee as she slowed down to glance at the rectangular gadget she held.

"I can't believe that someone would just throw something like this away," she murmured thoughtfully to herself. Well, actually, she very well could believe it. This thing, which was so cleverly called a 'pinger,' was over a decade old at this point, and by all modern standards was considered completely useless. Its only function was to show your location on a GPS grid to anybody around you that carried the same device every time you pinged it. Impractical even in its time, but it was one of the first inventions using resources only found in Hell, so those who were interested in demonic science considered it a breakthrough.

Elise admired the dinosaur of a gadget for a moment longer before pocketing it, picking up the pace once more. She was en route to where her dad was, who was one of the professors that taught here. This college was one of the first to offer demonology as a complete course, and her dad was fortunate enough to land a job teaching it. And, after years of hard work, good references, and just a little bit of nepotism, Elise had been accepted into that very program.

Rounding the corner, her eyes landed on a group of students that she didn't recognize. They were huddled together in front of the classroom door, laughing at something that was blocked from her line of sight.

Sensing that the group was up to no good, Elise quickly made her presence known. "What the Hell are you doing?" she demanded, the heads of the bullies quickly snapping up to meet the source of the voice. She was very protective of her father, and this wasn't the first time that she had confronted another student that wanted to mess with him.

"Ah shit, it's the Richardson girl," one of the guys pointed out. At that signal, they scattered, allowing Elise to notice the piece of paper they taped onto the door. Figuring she knew what this was about, she hesitantly approached the door, confirming her suspicions as she read the paper the group had left behind.

WILKINS IS INNOCENT. RICHARDSON IS THE REAL DEMON HERE. HE DESERVED TO HAVE HIS WIFE SHOT.

Elise felt her cheeks flush with rage, angrily tearing down the hateful and ignorant message. Sinking to the floor, she began to rip the paper into shreds with shaking hands.

Russell Wilkins was a scientist who worked in a lab alongside Elise's father, Marcus Richardson, and her mother Elizabeth, where they studied some of the various lesser species of Hell. The demons were kept in enclosures that Dad had designed, which kept the beasts contained while various experiments were conducted on them.

Elise was there on the day of the accident, when the enclosures that protected nearly two hundred scientists failed, unleashing a large number of spiteful creatures to wreak havoc across the building. She was only a child then, but her keen interest in her parents' work led them to show her around some of the safe(r) areas of the lab. They were able to escape the building quickly when the attack began, and the only recollection Elise had of the event was of her mother trying to calm her down while her father ran back inside to help the others.

They were lucky. But many others, including Wilkins, were not. Elise didn't quite know what happened to her dad's old coworker, but he apparently received an injury so terrible that he was expected to die from it in those coming months. He grew to resent Marcus for what happened, blamed him for everything.

Elise had no memory of when Wilkins broke into their house and murdered Elizabeth, before turning the gun on himself. Marcus told her that she was already asleep by that time. But she couldn't even remember the events that would have happened after that, not the police sirens or the murder investigation or even the funeral. She just remembered waking up one day and accepting that Mom was gone. That part always hurt her the most. They used to be so close.

Without realizing it, tears had begun to stream down her cheeks. Elise wiped them away, taking a few minutes to compose herself and fixing her blonde hair so it tucked back behind her ears. The paper was pretty much confetti at this point, so she bundled the shreds in her fist before slowly returning to a standing position, using the wall for support. Once she made sure that there was no evidence of her crying, she quietly entered her dad's classroom.

The room was empty, except for Marcus, who sat at his desk waiting for his daughter, his nose buried in the pages of whatever nerd book he had this week. Elise greeted him with her usual "hi, Dad" whilst inconspicuously throwing the shreds of paper away. He didn't need to know about what had happened. It would just upset him.

Marcus returned his daughter's greeting with a warm smile, closing the book that he had been reading. It was no wonder where Elise got her appearance from. They both had a similar hair color (though Marcus's was always a darker blonde than his daughter) and the exact same shade of green eyes. Even their facial features were similar. The other professors liked to joke around with that, saying that Elise was 'the younger Richardson without a beard,' though right now he just had a bit of scruff from not shaving in the past week or so.

Noticing the device sticking out of her pocket, Marcus couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh my God, who gave you a pinger?" He questioned his daughter in a lighthearted manner. Tucking the book under his arm, the two of them began to head to the car. He realized that he was still wearing the lab coat that all of the college's science professors wore, but he figured that he'd just wash it and worry about bringing it back tomorrow.

"Eh, some professor did," Elise replied with a small shrug. "It's funny, though. You'd think that everybody would have gotten rid of these things by now because they're so damn useless."

Marcus let out an over exaggerated gasp at his daughter's scathing remark. "Hey, that's my pride and joy you're insulting there!"

"What, and I'm not?" Elise joked back, their playful banter helping to pick up her soured mood.

The two of them exited the college campus, where they were greeted by the light orange sky that signaled early evening. The sun reflected off of Elise's blonde hair, making it appear a few shades lighter than what it actually was.

"But anyway," Elise continued, "there's a second dot that appears somewhere southeast of here, right at the cliff edge. I guess that people really do hold onto these things."

Marcus frowned, brows furrowing at his daughter's words. "Huh, that's odd," he muttered to himself. The two of them walked in silence for a few more moments as they approached the car. "May I see it?"

Elise, surprised and concerned at her father's reaction, handed it over without hesitation. "Yea, sure. Is something wrong?" she inquired.

Marcus pressed the button below the GPS display, sending out a ping that searched for other nearby pingers. True to what Elise told him, there indeed was another device southeast of them. And it was exactly where he hoped it wouldn't be.

Feeling a slight pang in his stomach, he handed the device back to his daughter and buckled into the driver's side of the car. "That other pinger is located where the old lab was," he informed her, his voice wavering slightly at the end. "Before it was destroyed, we had a strict rule that we were not supposed to carry pingers with us inside the building. The lab was to remain a secret to the public." Gears turning in his head, he turned to look at Elise. "Did you recognize the professor that gave you the device?"

Elise frowned at the question. "No, not really. An old friend of Ms. Kathy's, I think, but I didn't know him personally. " Honestly, she believed that her father was just being paranoid, or that this was just some elaborate prank that someone was pulling to scare him. "Well, if it really bothers you that much, then let's go get it," she suggested, eyes lighting up at the prospect of rummaging through the ruins of her dad's old lab. It struck her that she couldn't remember a single thing about what it had looked like when her parents took her there.

"No, I'll go get it. You'll wait for me in the car," Marcus told her curtly. He recalled the old Hellgates on the walls and floors of the enclosures, which had been used to summon creatures and lowly demons for study. It was entirely possible that something found its way through one of those gates, and was now loose in the lab. He would not risk his daughter's life a second time.

Elise crossed her arms at her father's order. "Hey, you don't get to decide that, you know. I'm twenty and am certainly capable of taking care of myself!"

"Elise, I will not let you risk your life over some stupid pinger. You're-"

"And what makes you think that I'll let you risk yours!" Elise snapped back, frustrated that they were even having this argument. "If locating this rogue pinger is some sort of self-fulfillment bullshit quest that you believe you simply have to go through, then I'm gonna go with you!"

Elise glared at her father, who remained tensely silent throughout her yelling. His grip on the steering wheel was hard enough to turn his knuckles white.

Realizing that yelling would get her nowhere, she took a deep breath and managed to calm herself down a bit. "Look, Mom's gone, Dad. It's just the two of us anymore. We're all we have left." She smiled a bit, reaching over to drape her arm over her dad's shoulders. "We're a team, and teams explore the ruins of an old demonic lab in search of a stupid and obsolete device together."

Marcus sighed loudly, not once turning his attention from the road. "You really need to learn how to give better speeches," he muttered.

"But it worked, didn't it?" Elise said with a lopsided smile.

Another loud sigh, this one somehow more exasperated than the last. He could already tell that the fifteen-minute drive to the old lab was going to feel like an eternity.

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As the father and daughter duo approached the abandoned building, the atmosphere around them gradually began to change. In the distance, dark rain clouds could be seen, ever so slowly creeping closer to the dying sunlight. It was much darker than it was a few minutes prior to the college campus, and Elise was already using the flashlight on her phone.

Marcus scratched at his chin, a nervous tick of his, and unconsciously gripped his daughter's hand. "Remember, we're just going to see who planted the pinger. As soon as it's located, we're leaving. Got it?"

Elise nodded with a patient smile towards her father, gently pulling her hand away. "Yea yea, I got it," she assured him. "This place gives me the creeps, anyway. Feels like it's hard to breathe."

Relieved that his daughter was complying at least this much, Marcus began to make his way inside, constantly making sure that Elise was always close behind. He knew that it probably annoyed her, but it was a parent's job to worry over their children.

Once inside, Marcus was surprised to learn that the lab was actually in much less of a state of disrepair than he initially thought. Some of the windows no longer had glass in them, many of the machines were broken, and the floor and walls were ruined from water damage, but it was still in much better condition than what he was prepared to see. He supposed that the demons that had gotten loose and attacked that day never made it to the lobby.

"So, they left this large building alone for over a decade?" Elise mused, walking up to a curved table that was most likely used as a receptionist's desk. Other than a broken monitor and waterlogged desk chair, the table was empty. "You'd think the city would be quick to reclaim such a large property."

"Yes, if they didn't have to worry about the possibility of rogue demons," Marcus replied, doing his own search around the lobby. "And besides, very few people are qualified to construct and dismantle Hellgates. It took a lot of time and money to get the ones we have here, and I'm not going to be the one to take them all apart. Can't really do much here until those are gone." He shrugged, and, deeming that their mysterious pinger wasn't going to be found here, began to look down the hallway to his left. Down it was four steel doors, two on each side, dimly lit by a single emergency light. Fascinating for even that minuscule amount of electricity to be running for so long in an abandoned building.

Elise left the conversation alone, figuring that learning about the intricacies of a Hellgate was a topic better suited in the classroom. Turning to the hallway opposite from Marcus's, she was greeted with a nearly identical sight. Well, perhaps the occasional rust stain or piece of rubble was different, though it did have the same four-door, one emergency light layout. However, while every other door was firmly shut, the one on the far right of this side was wide open.

"Hey, Dad?" Elise called out to her father. "I think I may know where our pinger is."

Marcus turned away from the other hall and approached his daughter, frowning as he saw the open door. "Strange. These doors could only be opened with an electronic keycard and an alarm would go off if one was kept open for so long. Someone has definitely been here."

He went up to the door, Elise following close behind and cautiously peered into the entrance of the room. After a few seconds, he gave her a nod. "Looks like whoever was here is currently absent," he said. A sad expression slowly appeared on his face. "Elizabeth used to work in the lab right across from us. The botanical gardens. I wonder how those plants have been faring without any care for this long." Marcus peered over his daughter to the door behind her for a moment, a feeling of both nostalgia and sorrow welling in his heart.

Elise felt a pang at the mention of her mother, silently cursing the name of her murderer. She walked up to Marcus, giving him a strong hug which he gladly returned. "Maybe there will be something in there that can still be salvaged," she murmured. "We could raise it at home, have it grow in the backyard or something."

Marcus nodded with a gentle smile. "I'm sure your mother would appreciate that. That is if we can even get the door open in the first place." Tearing his gaze away from the door that separated him from his late wife's garden, he turned back to the room that was accessible to them. "Ah, this is where we housed our largest Hellgate," he explained, attempting to pick up the somber mood. "Third largest in the country at the time of its creation. I think it still would be if it was still active."

Elise's emerald eyes lit up with excitement, quickly shoving past her dad so she could see for herself. And what lay before her was definitely an impressive sight. The large, perfectly circular frame had been built into the center of the floor, with a radius that could probably hold her entire bedroom with room to spare. The tile around the inner edges charred and blackened with use, though it was unclear from a glance as to whether it could still be turned on.

"And what kind of demon did you want to bring to this innocent Earth that required such a massive Hellgate?" she asked incredulously, approaching it for a closer look.

Marcus winced slightly, putting a hand on his daughter's shoulder before she could get too close. Elise looked slightly annoyed at the protective dad mode but left it alone. "One of the biologists had discovered an unfamiliar creature while he was in Hell studying a herd of the region's native fauna" he started to explain, releasing his grip. "He allegedly noticed that one of the animals was almost entirely consumed by a large mass of tendrils, which made the rest of the demonic herd appear nervous. As they sedated the animal to try and identify this growth, it began to expand at an alarming rate, until it was nearly five times its original size."

Elise shuddered at the description. "No animal, whether they are of mortal or demonic origin, should have to live with such an awful sounding parasite," she said empathetically.

Marcus felt his heart grow heavy. "Some of them do," he muttered quietly to himself, before quickly regaining his composure. "With our current laws on the conservation of mass, such a thing should not be possible. The biologist's report shocked a lot of people, and it wasn't long until the other engineers and I were commissioned to construct a Hellgate large enough to bring this creature in for study. And an enclosure to keep it in, of course," he added, gesturing to the giant opaque glass wall to their right.

Elise looked a bit startled as she saw what her dad was pointing at, having been too intrigued with what was on the floor to have noticed it at first. It appeared as though the wall that had been separating this lab to the one next to it was destroyed, the only thing in between the two rooms being the large enclosure. Two sliding doors, one on either side, was all that connected both labs to this centerpiece.

"Wish we could see inside or into the other lab," she thought out loud, approaching the enclosure door. Pulling at the door, she found that it wouldn't budge. That was probably obvious.

"Well, as I hope you've learned from paying attention in class," Marcus began, walking up to the other end of the enclosure. "You can change the glass between clear and opaque. We installed a switch that, when turned on, turns the glass opaque." He stopped and frowned slightly at his statement, the gears spinning in his head. "But if it's turned on, then that would mean that the enclosure is receiving enough power to activate the mechanism..."

Locating the switch, Marcus flipped it down, watching as the wall turned clear in almost an instant. However, the room beyond the glass was pitch black, impossible to see anything more than what they had been looking at before.

The other change was that the door Elise was standing next to slid open, causing her to startle backward in shock. "Does the switch control the door too?" she asked.

Marcus shook his head, just as confused as his daughter was. "No, not at all. This switch is just for the window. The wiring doesn't reach the door." To prove his point, he turned it back on, the door remaining open.

The realization struck them both at the same time. They were not alone here.

"We need to go. Now," Marcus ordered, walking toward the exit with quick strides. "I'll contact the police and report an unidentified presence when we get home."

Elise nodded, turning to follow her father out of the room. "I agree. This isn't worth- Huh?" she gasped, feeling some sort limb coil around her wrist, slightly cool to the touch. "Dad!" she called in a panic, to which he came running. But before he could reach her, a second limb had wrapped around her waist, quickly yanking her into the dark enclosure. A moment later, she could hear the door slide closed.

There really isn't anything that can describe the fear of suddenly being locked inside a pitch black room and knowing that either someone or something is in there with you. Elise felt that whatever had pulled her in there release her, and she immediately started banging on the glass in a blind panic.

At the same time, the window once again became clear, and Elise could see Marcus's panicked expression next to the switch in the dimly lit room. "Dad! Can you hear me?" she yelled, seeing his head snap in her direction. She saw him yell her name, though she could barely hear it.
"The glass is impossible to break," came a voice from behind her, making her spin around. "I've already tried."

"Who are you!" Elise demanded, desperately trying to locate the source of the voice with the light provided by the lab. But the enclosure still seemed so pitch.

The voice merely chuckled at her demand. "You don't recognize me by my voice? Very well, then."

Elise heard a click, and the glass prison was immediately flooded with light, forcing her to squint. But at least now she could see who her kidnapper was.

The person that stood before her was almost a man. He stood at least a head taller than Elise's own 5'6 figure, with unkempt, dark brown hair and a pair of broken eyeglasses, one lens cracked and the other missing entirely. He wore a lab coat that was once white like her dad's but this one was now blackened and stained with ash and soot, riddled with holes and tears. Expensive looking leather shoes, now worn beyond repair, completed the ensemble.

However, what stood out the most were the dozens of thin black tendrils surrounding him. They spilled out of the holes in his coat, his sleeves, and his collar. Some were wrapped around him, while others hovered in the air or crept along the floor and walls. They all writhed and moved about as though they had a mind of their own.

The 'man' smiled, readjusting his broken glasses. "Hello, Elise Richardson," he greeted her with a short bow of his head.

The initial shock at seeing such a grotesque sight was quickly replaced with nervous apprehension. "Who are you?" Elise repeated wearily. "How do you know my name?"

The smile on the man's face disappeared at her questioning. "I suppose I shouldn't blame you for not remembering," he said with a slight twinge of dissatisfaction in his voice. He stuck out his hand to shake hers with. "Russell Wilkins, former demonologist and dead man, now nothing more than a host to this both disgusting and fascinating parasite."

Elise felt her heart skip a beat at the mention of his name. This was the detestable man who shot her mother? "That's impossible!" she spat with fear and rage, slapping his hand away. "Wilkins is dead!"

"Was dead, dear Elise," Wilkins quickly corrected, not even flinching from her retaliation. "But I've come to find that the parasite is remarkably good at looking after its host."

A sudden crash behind her interrupted them, and Elise turned back around to discover her father stumbling backward, slightly dazed and an expression that was brimming with anger. With a yell, he fruitlessly slammed himself into the glass wall again, only to bounce back off it.

"Ah, Marcus Richardson," Wilkins mused aloud, approaching the window next to Elise. She tried to step away from him, but a tendril had draped itself over her shoulders, holding her there with surprising strength. "What a helpless situation for him to be in. For his only remaining family to be trapped with the man he has come to hate the most, unable to come to her rescue or even so much as comfort her, separated by a prison of his own design." He tapped his index finger on the glass, as though he were looking into an aquarium. "Though it is only a few moments of torment compared to the years I've suffered due to his carelessness."

"Dad is a victim the same as everyone else," Elise retorted, finally managing to jerk her body away from his grip. "You are torturing an innocent man!"

"You'll find that Hell is filled with innocent men!" Wilkins shouted back, turning on her in a sudden fit of rage. Elise's confidence immediately melted away at the confrontation, and she backed further away from him. "Countless lives who have done everything right or nothing at all, damned for eternity due to circumstances out of their control!"

Numerous tendrils that were once lazily hovering around Wilkins now shot out toward Elise, coiling tightly around her arms, legs, and torso. She let out a shrill squeal as she was hoisted into the air, all movement except for her neck being restricted. "Let go of me!" she screamed down at the demonic man.

Wilkins glared in silence for a moment, before finally taking a few deep, calming breaths. "My apologies, Elise," he said, absentmindedly fixing the practically nonexistent cuffs on his tattered lab coat. "I seem to have lost my temper for a moment. It's a bad habit of mine." He admired her for a moment, bound above him by the parasite, the beginnings of a smile teasing on his lips. "You seem to be a practical woman, Elise. I'm sure we can get through this without the need for violence."

Elise's own glare remained, anger once again mixing in with her fear. At least Wilkins appeared willing to be reasonable, which gave her a bit more hope of getting out of here with her father alive. Still, she held firm, not yet willing to give in to him. "Put me down and we'll talk," she demanded.

His smile quickly turned into a sinister grin at the request. "You are not in any position to negotiate, my dear," Wilkins replied. Cackling, he brought her closer to him, still keeping her feet well off the ground. "Your choices are to either comply with me willingly or be forced to. I do not need your cooperation or your consent."

"Tch," Elise made a noise of disapproval, her hatred for him only continuing to grow. She had no idea what his intentions were, what sort of torture was lined up for her and her father or offer he was going to make. The tension made her nervous. "...What do you want?" she finally spoke up, her gaze no longer meeting his.

"Ah, playing clueless, are we?" Wilkins asked in a mocking tone. The tendrils moved around her as they readjusted their grip, causing Elise to shudder. He procured a remote from the one pocket on his lab coat that was still intact. "This controls everything about this enclosure. It's how I opened the door and turned on the lights," he explained. "It can also do... this!"

Marcus had been busy frantically rummaging through the steel drawers on the other end of the room when he was startled by the loud beep of the overhead speaker turning on. He turned on his heel and ran back to the glass wall, pressing against it with flat palms. "Elise? Can you hear me?" he shouted, wishing for nothing more than to be able to run in there and tear her away from that demon of a man.

Elise turned her head as she spotted her father running towards them out of the corner of her eye, hoping that he had found something that would get her out of here. However, all she heard was his muffled yells, and her heart sank. "I still can't hear you, Dad," she said miserably.

"Oh, but your father can hear us perfectly," Wilkins answered, staring back at the desperate man with satisfaction. "Isn't that right, Marcus?"

He tensed and gritted his teeth, his concern quickly turning back into resentment.

Elise tried to give her dad a very forced, very fake smile. "I'm okay, Dad," she assured him. "He hasn't done anything to me."

"Adorable. But let's get on with it," Wilkins said, the tendrils carrying her away from the wall. Elise couldn't stop a startled yelp as she felt herself moving, which made him chuckle slightly. "Just relax. Surely you wouldn't want your father to see and hear you get upset."

"Maybe I could relax if you took these stupid tendrils off of me!" Elise retorted. But as expected, they didn't budge.

Wilkins chuckled slightly, shoulders raised in a shrug. "I lack the capability of being able to fully control the parasite," he admitted. "It may react occasionally to my emotions, such as my earlier bout of anger, but for the most part the creature has a mind of its own." He smiled as the tendrils writhed around her body in its beautifully grotesque motions. "I think it likes you."

"How vile," Elise groaned, squirming in the beast's unrelenting grip. "What does this wretched abomination want with- huh?" She stopped mid-sentence as Wilkins retrieved another item from his pocket, and she could immediately tell that it was a syringe, the vial filled with a translucent, slightly pink fluid. She narrowed her eyes as a fresh wave of fear washed over her. "What the Hell is that?" she questioned the demon.

Wilkins nodded as the tendrils coiled around her torso began to help him locate a vein on her arm. Once he was satisfied with a location, he began to give her the injection. "This is one of the lab's many breakthroughs," he explained, watching the vial slowly start to empty. "I believe that your late mother Elizabeth had a role to play in its discovery, though I can't quite recall."

"Just answer the damn question!" Elise shouted, angry that he had mentioned her mother, the very woman he murdered, in such a manner. Her sentence ended in a slight wince as she felt the skin around her arm begin to heat up. Whatever this drug was, its effects were almost immediate.

She had thought that Wilkins would just laugh at her again, but he glanced up at her unamused. Wordlessly, he discarded the now-empty vial onto the floor and took out a second one, securing it in place, and started to inject her with a second dose. "It only starts to become lethal at around the fifth dose for someone of your build," he warned. "I'm perfectly content with letting it get to that point."

Elise's heart quickened, her breathing becoming more labored with each passing moment. The heat that was emanating from the injection site was starting to envelop her whole body. She probably would no longer have the strength in her legs to stand upright if she weren't being held by the tendrils. She wanted to argue but soon figured that it wasn't worth risking the third dose of this mystery drug. So she kept her mouth shut, glaring silently at the demon.

Wilkins nodded, probably just an unconscious habit at this point, and withdrew the second empty syringe. "Very good, Elise. You learn quickly," he praised, though his voice was insincere. "What you have just received is a derivative from a particular species of flora native to many of Hell's varying regions," he started to explain, keenly observing her reactions as he spoke. "While not yet given a proper name, the demonologists that discovered the plant decided to call it Aphrodite Fern."

Elise's face, now flushed and sensitive along with the rest of her body, tensed when she heard the name. Her head started to quiver with her increasing fear, her brows furrowed in confusion. "You can't be serious..."

Wilkins broke out in deranged laughter, a sound that bounced off the glass walls and echoed loudly in her ears. "The liquid secreted from the leaves of the Aphrodite Fern was found to drastically increase the body's output of hormones such as testosterone, estrogen and progestin, even dopamine!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands together as though he were a delighted child in a candy store. "It's practically a real-world aphrodisiac! Isn't it great?"

Elise let out a cry of panic as the tendrils began to coil around her again, the rough movements on her hypersensitive flesh causing her whole body to violently jerk. But the parasite attached to Wilkins ignored her reactions as they moved up and down her torso. They pulled her shirt off over her head, letting it fall behind her. "W-why?" she managed to choke out.

"When you're left alone for so long, not even needing to worry about food or sleep, you tend to have a lot of time to think," he told her. Wilkins reached a finger up to her right breast, protected only by her bra at this point. He gently began to circle around the areola, the simple movement wrenching a shrill gasp from her lips. "I figured that your mother's death was too quick, and normal torture too dull. I wanted to get creative with my revenge, to leave the same mental and emotional scars that the parasite has left on me." He smiled meaningfully at her, withdrawing his hand from her cleavage and reaching behind her for the clasp. "Slowly getting consumed by a demon is quite the traumatic experience." With one brisk movement of his thumb and index finger, the bra came undone, the tendrils quickly pushing it to the floor.

Elise could only shake her head in refusal, watching in horror as two of the black limbs snaked around her exposed chest. They began to lazily knead her breasts, the tapered tips flicking her nipples back and forth. The unfamiliar sensations on her tender flesh sent electric shock waves of pain and pleasure jolting through her, and she had to clench her jaw shut to keep herself from moaning.

Suddenly, the lights in the enclosure began to flicker a bit, the doors beginning to create rapid beeping sounds. The tendrils ceased their attack as Wilkins became distracted, allowing Elise a much needed moment to catch her breath.

Wilkins had been too caught up with Elise to notice that Marcus had slipped out of the room, and it appeared as though he found the source of the enclosure's power and was attempting to override the doors. Sure enough, as he reached for the remote, both doors slid open on their own, though the lights finally settled and remained on, which meant that the power wasn't completely cut.

Elise breathed a sigh of relief, however, Wilkins remained relatively unphased, if not somewhat annoyed at the interruption. He mindlessly readjusted his broken glasses and signaled for the tendrils to continue what they were doing as he heard Marcus's running footsteps from down the hallway. The parasite complied with the order, wrenching a frustrated yet pleasurable groan from her lips as they resumed tenderizing her cleavage.

Though Marcus wasn't quite within his field of vision yet, Wilkins began to talk to him anyway, knowing that he would be able to hear him from the overhead speaker. "Did you forget something, Marcus?" he taunted.

As the desperate father entered the room, he turned on the demon with incredible fury, starting to approach him with quick, long strides. "Let my daughter go, Russell, you son of a-"

"The parasite can grow in size!" Wilkins interrupted by answering his own question. At his words, more of the idle tendrils snapped to attention, quickly shooting for the opened door. Securing themselves around the frame, they began to increase their mass, forcing Marcus to stop in his tracks. Before long, the entrance was sealed with a cluster of bulbous, black shapes.

"Shit..." Marcus cursed, any hope he had of rescuing his daughter being crushed. Elise also felt her heart sink in despair at her dad's plight, and she had to fiercely blink away the tears that had started to well up in her eyes.

Wilkins looked at his two miserable prisoners with a sadistic grin plastered on his face. Reaching into his pocket, he spoke to the other man. "The only thing you succeeded in doing is securing your daughter a third dose of the aphrodisiac drug."

"No!" Elise screamed in protest, but Wilkins already had the next syringe in hand. He didn't even bother searching for the vein again, just used the small beads of blood left by the previous injection sites to insert the needle. "One dose is enough for most women to really enjoy their night," he told her as he pressed down on the plunger, emptying the vial. "Two can push even prostitutes to their limits. With three, though?" He couldn't help but chuckle. "You'll be achieving an orgasm every few seconds, I'm sure."

"Y-you're a monster!" Elise whimpered through panting gasps. The oscillations around her chest were becoming unbearable at this point, both intense pain and inexplicable pleasure attacking every one of her senses. The multiple applications of the drug sapped her strength, and her body hung limply within the parasite's grasp.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Wilkins replied. He remembered to check on Marcus, who he saw fruitlessly clawing at the unrelenting mass blocking the door. "Lured here with a simple pinger," he muttered with a disappointed shake of his head. "Are you really so desperate to prevent someone from digging up the past?"

A panicked scream from Elise interrupted him, and he turned around to find that the tendrils had managed to unbutton her jeans, pulling them down to her ankles. Her cellphone and the other pinger he had sent out fell to the floor with a clatter. The advance took Wilkins by surprise. Was the parasite capable of enjoying this as he was, or was it simply reacting to his desires?

One of the tendrils snaked its way in between her legs and began to caress her inner thighs, causing Elise to break out in a series of stifled moans and whimpers. Two more had wrapped around right below her knees, trying to pry her legs apart, but the denim around her ankles prevented this. An amused expression on his face, he raised his foot to step on them. Elise, realizing what was happening, desperately spread her feet apart as far as they would go, trying to keep them there. However, this only allowed the limb at her thighs access further upward, which it eagerly accepted. She couldn't stop her first real moan as it began to pet her crotch, her most sensitive areas protected only by the thin fabric of her panties.

Wilkins leaned in close to her, who was lifted off the ground just above his eye level in front of him. "Let's give it what it wants, shall we?" he asked her in a low voice.

Elise rapidly shook her head in a panic, eyes screwed shut to prevent any tears from falling. Her body jerked with involuntary convulsions as the tendrils began to get more rough with her.

His lips twisted upward in a sadistic grin, and he slammed his foot down. Her jeans, shoes, even her socks all fell to the tiled floor below her. The moment that her legs were freed from their constraints, the parasite snapped her legs open, and more tendrils began to greedily explore this new area. Wilkins stepped back stared for a moment, admiring the view. There had to be at least a dozen of them at this point, all ravishing her drugged up and delicate body. He greatly enjoyed seeing the parasite torment someone that wasn't him.

Elise had her teeth clenched so tightly that she believed they might break, but it still couldn't entirely stop her lustful moaning. At the increasingly intense fondling, it abruptly felt as though all of the pressure that was being built up inside her was released all at once. Her body shuddered deeply as this new sensation passed over her, before going slack. She felt as though she had pissed herself, and clear, pungent juices began to drip steadily from her already soaked underwear.

Wilkins frowned slightly at the sight, his tongue clicking in dissatisfaction. "It seems that your first orgasm passed uneventfully," he said, his hand once again fishing around in his pocket. "Perhaps you need another dose of the Aphrodite Fern?"

Elise's eyes shot open after being closed for what felt like ages, and she promptly squinted them again at how bright the room was. "Please, no more," she pleaded, surprised at how high pitched and shaky her voice sounded. "It's already too intense." She hated this, hated how her confidence and anger, as well her fierce protectiveness of her father, was so quickly diminished into pitiful begging.

However, Wilkins pretended to not hear her pleas, administering the fourth dose in the same manner as all the others. The floor was starting to become a serious health hazard with all of the discarded syringes. "You should still be alive once you come down from your high in a few hours," he assured her, though his voice was far from sympathetic. "Though I cannot say the same for any additional doses. So I hope that you two behave from here on out." He cast a quick glance in Marcus's direction, who was now sunken on his knees, head buried in his hands.

Satisfied, Wilkins returned his attention to Elise, who was stuck feeling both intense agony and intense ecstasy. The tendrils began to resume their actions, and she once again started to whimper and moan. Every movement caused fierce spikes of pleasure. Even her breathing made the back of her throat feel as though it was an erogenous zone.
"With so much dopamine coursing through you, the difference between pain and pleasure may start to become blurred," he conversed with her in a casual manner. "On top of that, your body's sensitivities are heightened to an extent far greater than what can ever be achieved naturally. My, I don't think you'll be able to enjoy normal sex ever again!" Wilkins said with an amused laugh.

His words rang in her ears and her heart skipped a beat. Wet emerald eyes turned to face the demonic man, her tension and nerves causing her once relaxed body to tense up again. She opened her mouth to try and say something to him, but all that came out was a nervous exhale.

Picking up at her body language, Wilkins quizzically raised an eyebrow. "Oh, what's the matter?" he asked mockingly. "You were really enjoying yourself a moment ago." He gestured his finger in an upward motion, to which the parasite complied. The tendrils lifted her further into the air, her crotch now at eye level.

"Stay away from me!" Elise shouted in fear. A tendril quickly wrapped itself around her head, pressing hard against her mouth and jaw, muffling any noise she made. She jerked her body with a start, but she was held firmly in place.

"I have eight more doses with me now and dozens more in the botany lab," Wilkins warned, but he knew that the threat was unnecessary by now. He stared at the panties covering her most precious assets, which were drenched in viscous liquid and smelled of female hormones and ammonia. Figuring that he had dealt with worse than this, he reached out to pull them off, but the parasite was one step ahead of him. Two tendrils hooked themselves over the top of the thin fabric and pulled, easily tearing it in half. As it dropped to the floor, Elise was now completely exposed to him. However, he couldn't help but marvel at how attuned he seemed to have become to the demon attached to him.

"Let's see-" as Wilkins began to speak, he was once again distracted. But what caught his attention this time was the glass wall to the Hellgate room switching to opaque. He chuckled softly at the sight, while Elise's eyes filled with sadness. "It appears as though poor Marcus Richardson has met his limit," he mused. "How unfortunate for him to be unable to mute the speakers as well."

The tendril acting as a gag withdrew as quickly as it had appeared, reallowing Elise the ability to talk. "Leave him alone..." she murmured softly. "He has already been through so much." While she did put her father before herself, she couldn't help but feel slightly upset at his decision, despite how selfish that made her feel. He was the strongest man she knew and was her only remaining source of comfort in this dark moment of Hell. Now that he had hidden away, she felt so alone.

"Very well," he agreed, turning back to the task at hand. "You have my sole attention from this point forward." The tendrils lifted her just above Wilkins, giving him a perfect view of her pussy lips. He spread them apart with his thumb and index finger to get a better look, delighting in the cute whimpering noises she made. He examined her in silence for a few long moments, enjoying the building tension, before finally speaking up. "I believe I understand why you became so nervous a few minutes ago," he began, ducking back out from under her crotch. "My dear Elise, are you perhaps a virgin?"

Elise ground her teeth at the question but quickly stopped as even that became too sensitive to do. Wilkins had hit the nail on the head, though. She was never romantically involved with anyone, and hardly ever masturbated anymore. The only guy that she had so much as shared a bed with was with her dad, which she hadn't done since she was a kid with night terrors. Gripped with a sudden sense of shame, she nodded wordlessly to his question, no longer able to meet his gaze. The thought of her first time being stolen by this monster made her want to ball up and cry, but she somehow remained strong.

Wilkins clasped his hands jovially, his eyes practically lighting up. "Good for you, Elise!" he praised her with a laugh, lightly brushing his thumb up against her inner thigh. It caused her to shiver, but nothing more. "I find that many people are too impatient to lose their virginity and become sexually active at a much younger age. It's good to see that you tried to wait for the right guy to come along."

He dipped back under her crotch, Elise no longer able to see his face. However, he still continued to talk to her, and the feeling of his hot breath against her wet and exposed privates made her legs twitch uncontrollably.

"It may be difficult to notice at first, but your hymen appears to be perfectly healthy and intact," he conversed, ever so gently tracing the thin membrane with a calloused finger. The tendrils did their best to keep Elise as still as possible as she involuntarily bucked her hips in retaliation, as though encouraging him to continue. "This small mucous lining is generally seen as a symbol of a woman's purity, as it often stretches or even tears during the initial penetration." He moved past the hymen, proceeding to insert his finger into her soaking snatch, forcing a shrill gasp from her.

Wilkins began to pump in and out of her, getting a feel for her walls while also getting her used to the feeling of a foreign object inside her. Still, he continued to prattle on, just now realizing how starved for conversation he had been. "But it always doesn't go that way for every woman. Some end up tearing the mucosa before their first time, usually due to some sort of injury done to the nether regions. For others, it may take multiple sessions of intercourse before the membrane stretches out. Some women simply never lose their hymen at all."

He fell silent for a minute as he began to focus on what he was doing, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts. He used his free hand to push back her clitoral hood and started stroking, twisting, and fondling the little pink nub. "I wonder which category you will fall into," he absentmindedly mused.

Elise couldn't even hear what Wilkins was saying at this point, only able to focus on the blinding white hot flashes of pleasure that emanated from her core. Her moans and lustful sighs practically drowned out his voice anyway, every labored inhale of hers only adding to the mounting pleasure. Even the tendrils began playing with her boobs again, increasing the stimulation that much further.

But still, this all felt so wrong. She didn't want this. In fact, this was one of the very last things on this God-given Earth that she would ever want. So why... why-?

"Why does it feel so gooood!?" Elise screamed in both frustration and ecstasy as her second orgasm slammed into her, this one much stronger than the last. Her entire body spasmed with such force that the tendrils had to squeeze her as tightly as they could to keep from dropping her, the choking constrictions only serving to heighten the experience.

Wilkins withdrew his finger as soon as he felt the contractions, a long trail of grool following along as he backed up a few steps to admire the view. He absentmindedly wiped his drenched hand onto his lab coat before undoing the few buttons that still remained intact. He wished that he could fully take it off, but the parasite pooling out of every single sleeve and hole in the fabric made doing so impossible.

Elise continued to twitch from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her entire body tingling. She probably looked as though she had just been electrocuted. She certainly felt like she was. On top of that, the aching heat that was emanating from her core had only grown stronger as she felt it throb alongside her heartbeat.

Elise's mind was breaking, but her body, still very much under the effects of four doses of the aphrodisiac, was still unsatisfied.

Wilkins smirked a bit, much more satisfied with this reaction than her last one. Elise glared at him wordlessly, a mixture of anger, fear, and nervous excitement burning in her eyes. Her face was wetted with tears and drool, as she was completely unable to wipe it away, and the tendrils certainly weren't doing her any favors. She waited for him to speak up first, fully expecting him to ridicule her for cumming the way she did.

However, when Wilkins finally did resume talking, he just carried on with another one-sided conversation. "When the parasite chooses a host, it seeks to augment a variety of the body's current attributes for its own use," he told her.

He fell silent again, and it took Elise a moment for her to realize that he seemed to expect an answer from her. Or perhaps he just wanted to hear her talk after all of the abuse she put her vocal cords through. "What does that have to do with any of this?" she snapped impatiently, hating how hoarse her voice was.

"I just thought I'd preface with an explanation as to what I am about to show you," he answered with sincerity. Elise turned away with a sudden shyness as he shamelessly pulled down his trousers.

"Look, Elise," Wilkins coaxed as she looked away from him. "I want you to look at the cock that will steal away your purity. It is the one thing from the parasite that I have full control over." A tendril wrapped around and violently jerked her head back to face him, and she cried out in sheer terror at what she saw.

The tendril that appeared before her was not black, but rather a color similar to his flesh, and was much thicker as well. It throbbed with life, veins running along its entire length, a length that should never even exist in the first place. Topped with an angry, purplish-red head, its lascivious design made it incredibly obvious that this was his penis. It was a truly abhorrent sight.

"Most species of fauna, whether they're of mortal or demonic origin, all possess a similar method of reproduction," Wilkins started to explain, making sure to always keep his member within her field of vision. "Arguably, it is the most important function of any living being, the sole reason for a species to exist for multiple generations. It only makes sense for the reproductive organ to be improved on by the parasite."

"Bullshit. There's no way..." she choked out, but had to stop when her throat tightened as she fought back tears.

Wilkins was quick to wave off her concerns. "The vagina has quite the elasticity to it, able to stretch open and accommodate objects that are much larger than how it first appears," he assured her, though Elise remained very much unassured. "With the added effects of the Aphrodite Fern, any discomfort you may experience should be quickly replaced with great pleasure." He smiled meaningfully at her, readjusting the broken frames on his face as he brought the phallic tendril closer to her drenched cunt. "Just relax your body, and it will all go a lot smoother." He gently rubbed the tip up and down her slit, which sent his own electric jolt of pleasure running through him.

Elise's head quivered as she whimpered with both pleasure and fear. She averted her gaze to the opaque window, desperately searching for her father through the fogged up glass. Was he still there, tormented by the sounds of her torture? Or had he fled the ruins, perhaps seeking to help her another way? It was impossible to know.

She hung her head, completely losing the will to resist anymore. It was hopeless at this point. She was so tired.

A dull yet searing pain at her entrance interrupted her, forcing a strangled groan as she involuntarily gnashed her teeth. She looked down to see the phallic tendril part her pussy lips with its large, mushroom head as it slowly began to push its way inside her. As much as she wanted to look elsewhere, she found that she couldn't tear her gaze away from her grotesque deflowerment.

A shudder passed over Wilkins once the tip was rested fully inside. Even the parasite, who seemed to always be moving its limbs in a mindless fashion, had stilled almost to a complete stop. Noticing a small trickle of blood starting to mix in with the rest of the fluid plastered to her thighs, his lips tugged upward in a smile. "It tore," he told her with gratification, but his voice sounded far away.

The tendril started to ease its way further in, Elise's chest heaving as more and more strain was placed on her inexperienced pussy. She glared down at Wilkins through tearful eyes, who returned her harsh gaze with a soft, almost kind expression. He looked so happy. It only served to make the situation that much more disgusting to her.

Elise's body jolted unexpectedly as the head of the shaft bumped up against her cervix, the pressure that it was placing there causing an unfamiliar sense of discomfort. It appeared to park itself there, as unmoving as the man it belonged to. Her walls began to squeeze and contract around it in an attempt to expel the intruder, or perhaps to invite it further in.

"This is as far as it will go," Wilkins informed her. "Enjoy." With that, he began thrusting at a relaxed pace, getting her cunt used to his length and girth. The other tendrils abruptly snapped out of their trance, resuming their constrictions all across her body. There were much more of them there than what was needed to hold her up, to the point where it would have been impossible to tell which one of them was the parasite's host.

The glass walls of the enclosure echoed the sounds of her lewd sighs and moans, as well as the sopping wet friction below her, creating a sickening ambiance that surrounded them. Elise felt like her mind was melting from how hot her body had become, and every movement and labored breath caused a new spike of pleasure to course through her due to the injections.

The unrelenting piston gradually sped up, slightly changing its angle with each thrust as it searched for her most sensitive areas. Copious amounts of sexual juices mixed with its precum, which lubricated the phallus even further. The few tendrils that were still idle had wrapped themselves around the remaining length, and Wilkins couldn't control the slight twitching in his hips from the added stimulation.

"I've wondered how the ejaculation would work with a cock like this," Wilkins conversed through labored grunts. "Will my body create more semen to compensate for the length it has to travel? Does the sperm count increase as well in such a case?" He smirked up at her, eyes narrowing. "I suppose we'll find out soon enough."

Even through the extreme pleasure, Elise felt fear grip her heart at his words. "N-not inside me," she managed to whimper. "Don't cum inside me-eeeee!" Her pleas were quickly reduced to a high-pitched scream as the tendril brushed up against an unexpectedly erogenous zone, her entire body quaking at the intense new sensation.

"Ah, it appears I've found your G spot," Wilkins observed, changing his attack into a series of quick and shallow thrusts that repeatedly hit the button-like protrusion. "A cluster of clitoral nerves located at the anterior wall of the vagina. You're lucky, Elise. Not every woman is able to experience this type of stimulation."

One of the parasite's tendrils reached over to stroke her incredibly tender clit, the white-hot pleasure completely taking her breath away. Her toes curled, her hips involuntarily moving alongside his tempo. She couldn't even think anymore, and her body went into complete autopilot mode. All of the pressure that had been building up inside her was released, throwing her into what felt like one long, continuous orgasm.

Wilkins was also reaching his limit at this point, his movements becoming more and more awkward. "If you become pregnant, then I'm sure you'll bear a wonderfully brilliant child," he taunted, wondering if she could even hear him anymore. His cock punched right up against her cervix, spilling its hot seed deep inside her. Elise's body convulsed at her repulsive defilement, but the lascivious tendril held firm, refusing to budge until both of their orgasms had long passed.

After was felt like an eternity, the tendrils finally let Elise go, depositing her onto the cold tile floor as the cock returned to its normal shape and size. The rest of the parasite also retreated, and for the first time, Wilkins looked like a completely normal man.

He walked up to where she lay, still twitching from the aftershock. She appeared to be unconscious or perhaps was simply too exhausted and broken to do anything. Wilkins cackled at the depressing sight.

"That was fun, Elise. We should do that again soon," he said, though she still didn't react. He kneeled down before her, entwining a lock of her hair around his finger. "This is just the beginning," he whispered to her. "I'll make sure that you really understand what happened to me that day."

Wilkins stood back up, nearly collapsing back down again as he did. The parasite being so active all at one time had greatly weakened him, the onset exhaustion only increasing his resentment for the Richardsons. Grumbling to himself, he picked up Elise and carried her outside of the enclosure, bracing himself for a confrontation with Marcus.

However, the girl's father was nowhere to be found. It seems as though he had fled after fogging up the glass. Wilkins clicked his tongue in annoyance, realizing he'd have to stay alert for his return. He understood the incredible bond that the father and daughter shared. He knew that Marcus was too stubborn to abandon her.

He admired Elise's sleeping form for a moment longer, before suddenly erupting into a bout of loud, sadistic laughter. He finally had the opportunity to get his hellish revenge, and he was going to use it to its fullest extent.

"I hope you're ready Elise. I can't wait to show you what it feels like to be trapped between Heaven and Hell." With that, Wilkins exited the room, continuing towards their next destination.