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

Originally published on 03/04/19 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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"Officer Bates, please! My daughter is in danger!"

"Dammit, Dr. Richardson, I told you I can't help you!"

Outside of the police station stood Marcus Richardson, engaged in a heated argument with an older man. Just two hours ago, he and his daughter Elise were lured into the ruins of the old demonology lab where he used to work and ambushed by one of his old coworkers, Russell Wilkins. He managed to capture Elise and proceeded to brutally violate her in a twisted act of revenge. Marcus, knowing he had no chance of recusing his daughter on his own, fled to find help, effectively abandoning her to the demon in the process. The guilt weighed heavily on his mind.

All of his frantic explanations and desperate pleas led up to the present situation, with Marcus angrily shouting at the man known as Officer Bates, who carried the rank of a police lieutenant. He was the one in charge of neutralizing the escaped demons in the lab. The two of them had a long history together, and not a lot of it was good.

"And why can't you?" Marcus retorted with incredulous rage.

"Because it's a demon!" Bates snapped back, the grey whiskers on his upper lip bobbing up and down with each word. "It's now illegal for law enforcement officers to handle demonic threats because of the incident at your lab! And even if it weren't, attacking this thing head-on with our outdated equipment would be a death sentence!"

Marcus was getting more and more upset with each passing moment, his hands curling into quaking fists. "Russell murdered my wife. And now he has Elise... she's all I have left anymore." He took a long, quivering inhale. "Officer Bates, if you don't help her, he'll kill her. I know he will."

"And if I do try to help her, he'll kill any number of our police officers," Bates grumbled, glaring at the desperate father with a steely gaze. "Be reasonable, Dr. Richardson. I will send your report up the chain. I'm certain that they will send a team that is qualified to investigate this issue very soon." He held up the paper report Marcus had filled out earlier.

"Be reasonable?" Marcus replied, his voice beginning to rise again. "My daughter is being tortured by her mother's murderer while you refuse to do a damn thing, and you think that I'm the one being unreasonable?!" Marcus was shouting again, but the lieutenant officer kept his composure.

"I'm not the one that was messing around with demonic creatures to begin with," Bates told him coldly. "You, on the other hand, have openly admitted to putting your daughter in a potentially dangerous situation from the start by taking her to that laboratory. That's grounds for reckless endangerment and criminal negligence, Dr. Richardson."

Marcus opened his mouth to argue, but Bates kept going. "And this far from your first offense, Dr. Richardson. The only reason that you took no responsibility for your enclosures failing was due to a few large bribes paid so that the case would be dropped. There are many important, corrupt, and greedy people supporting people like you, Dr. Richardson, and many prosecutors who would salivate at getting the opportunity to bring you to justice. I should put you in cuffs and haul you off to jail right now."

Bates finally finished talking, and Marcus hung his head in defeat. The senior officer was right. He knew he was right. As much as Marcus believed in his innocence for what happened that day, there were too many pieces of evidence that made him out to be guilty. "I'm sorry, Officer Bates," he muttered dejectedly.

"Elise is not the most important person in the world," Bates continued. "I will not break the law and send officers out to die in a fruitless rescue attempt against a demon. Most of them have their own families as well, Dr. Richardson."

Marcus could only nod. "I'm sorry, Officer Bates."

Bates returned the nod, placing a heavy hand on the younger man's shoulder. "As a father and grandfather myself, I can sympathize with how you feel. I would give my life to protect my wife and my sons, and their wives and their children." He withdrew his hand, letting it fall back to his side. "I'm giving you one opportunity to walk away, Dr. Richardson. You are much more useful to your daughter when you're not stuck in a cell awaiting trial. You will be contacted when the investigative team arrives."

Once again, Marcus only nodded. "Thank you, Officer Bates. I will take my leave." With a heavy feeling in his heart, the dejected father made his way back to the car. It was night out at this point, his only source of light being the police station. He was so tired.

But Marcus was not yet ready to give up and wait. He didn't abandon Elise for anything. He still had one more person he would try to talk to.

"I swore to you that I would keep you safe, Elise," he whispered to himself. "I promise that I'll come to rescue you soon. So please hang in there. We're all we have left."

Bates shook his head with a sigh as he watched Richardson's car peel away. He couldn't help but feel a pant of guilt at sending such a desperate man away empty-handed.

"Poor girl," he muttered, disappearing back into the station.

*** *** ***

Elise awoke to the feeling of something cold being pressed against her bare back, not fully understanding what was going on at first. She groaned slightly, figuring that she must've kicked the sheets off of at some point while she was asleep. Shivering from the cold, she tried to reach for the covers but discovered that she couldn't move her arms.

That was... not normal.

The blissful unawareness of having just woken up completely left Elise as her eyes shot open with sudden alertness. She was lying on a rectangular surface, staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Her legs were hanging over the side of the table unrestrained, but her wrists were bound, strapped into anchor points at either side of her head.

The realization that she was still naked struck her, making her cheeks flush red with shame. Memories of what happened came flooding back to her. The aphrodisiacs, her stolen virginity, the tendrils fondling her, the disgusting sounds, everything. The high created by the Aphrodite Fern had completely worn off, leaving her feeling empty and sore.

"Dad?" Elise called out, her voice echoing throughout the room. For a few long moments, there was no answer. She silently prayed for her father's safety, hoping that he had fled rather than being held prisoner as well. Or worse.

A staticky noise interrupted her thoughts, and a man's voice rang out from somewhere above her. "Ah, good, you're awake! I'll be right over!" And then, once again, silence. Elise felt a wave of dread and nausea hit her. That voice had obviously belonged to Wilkins, her captor and tormentor. A sense of foreboding hung over her, her mind running over all of the possible encounters that could occur in this situation. None of them were good.

Elise heard the sound of a door opening somewhere behind her, accompanied by the sound of wheels squeaking against the tile. She tried to look over in that direction, but couldn't crane her neck that far.

Wilkins walked into her field of view a moment later, wearing the same tattered outfit and smug expression as yesterday. The only difference this time was the fact that there were no tendrils in sight. To Elise, that didn't make the man any less disgusting to look at.

"Where's my father?" she demanded sternly.

"Good morning, Elise!" Wilkins greeted at the exact same time, completely ignoring what she had tried to say. "I presume you slept well?"

"Answer my question, you bastard!" Elise shouted in response, determined to stand up to him this time. "What did you do to my father?"

"Woah, seems like you've got quite the sharp tongue," Wilkins replied in a mocking tone. He adjusted the table she was strapped to, raising it and turning the surface on its axis to where Elise was now standing. Her body jumped as her feet touched the cold tile.

"Marcus is gone. Fled the moment he fogged up the glass," he continued, shamelessly eying her body. "The only person you have to worry about it you, dear Elise. It's okay to be a little selfish now and again."

Elise felt relieved when she heard his answer. Her dad was out there somewhere, surely figuring out how to rescue her. She tried to let that thought bring her a bit of comfort. But still, one burning question continued to linger. "What do you want with me?" she asked, her voice calmer than it was previously.

Wilkins nodded at the question, as though he had been expecting it. "I suppose you do deserve to know what my intentions for you are," he said, beginning to take off his tattered lab coat. "I would be happy to show you."

"J-just tell me!" Elise stammered as he casually tossed the article of clothing to the side. Oh god, was he actually stripping naked? She didn't even want to think about that.

Wilkins cackled at her reaction. "Calm down, Elise, I'm only taking off my shirt," he assured her, tugging it off over his head in one swift motion. "Unless you wanted me to go further, that is." He adjusted his broken eyeglasses, briefly wondering why he was still even wearing these things.

Elise narrowed her eyes in suspicion but remained silent. She absentmindedly brought her legs closer together, wincing slightly at how tender and sore they felt.

"As you may know, this parasite was first discovered attached to a demonic creature." Wilkins began to explain. "The day we were able to bring it in for study, we noticed that it had a completely different host than what we first saw. That's when we first theorized the parasite's ability to change hosts."

Elise blanched at his words. "I think I can guess where you're going with this," she muttered.

Wilkins smiled meaningfully at her. "Smart girl. Yes, when Marcus's enclosures failed that day, the parasite chose me to be its new host." His smile faded, his gaze becoming distant. "The demon fused with me, both mind and body. It tries to control me. I can constantly hear its garbled whispering inside my head. I no longer need to eat or sleep or do anything to sustain myself. Everything I've once done for myself has been stolen from me, leaving me with nothing to distract myself from this blasted parasite. No respite from its coercing voice, speaking to me every minute of every day." His focus returned to Elise, his voice starting to rise. "Do you know how that feels?!" he shouted with increasing frustration.

Elise managed to keep herself from flinching at his outburst, but she did feel her heart rate increase. "You talk too much," she retorted as calmly as she could.

For a few brief moments, she thought that Wilkins was going to go off on her. But surprisingly, he managed to keep his cool. "The parasite is a picky chooser. I originally wanted your father to be the one to share my fate. But it had no interest in Marcus." He walked right up to her, one hand roughly grabbing her chin while the other began mindlessly rolling her nipple around. "Somehow, you caught the creature's attention, Elise. It wants to see if you would be an acceptable new host for it to inhabit."

Elise violently jerked her head away from his grip, her cheek pressing against the cold steel. "But that still doesn't explain all of... this!" she snapped with impatience, gesturing to the hand on her chest. "So the parasite chose me or whatever, big whoop. So why the Hell are you still here? Why hasn't it transferred to me yet- huh?!"

Elise was quickly startled into silence as the surface she was attached to rotated back to its original position, where she was once again lying on her back. She felt Wilkins grab both of her ankles, holding her legs up above her perpendicular to her body. "Wh-What are you doing?" she demanded.

"The parasite talks to me, Elise. Not in the same way that you and I converse, but in a way where I can listen, nonetheless," he told her, looming over her. It made her feel much smaller. "This hellspawn is perfectly content to continue using me as its host for a long time to come. It has not grown bored of me yet. It is giving me the chance to make you appear interesting enough for it to want to transfer." His cruel smile had returned to his face at this point. "And what's more interesting than knowing the pleasures of a woman's body?"

He let go of her as quickly as he had grabbed her, two tendrils immediately taking his place as they snaked around her ankles. "I was wondering when it would show up. I wanted to show you what the fusion looked like."

Wilkins leaned down over her, his hands bracing themselves around her already bound arms. From here, Elise could see the area on his stomach where the two tendrils had emerged, his flesh around the base of the limbs the same black discoloration. However, what was most disturbing to look at was the countless additional limbs of the parasite still inside him, all writhing and moving around directly under his skin. Elise felt like she was going to puke.

"Sickening, isn't it?" Wilkins taunted, straightening back up as he did. "Feels as strange as it looks, too. Not painful, just... uncomfortable." He disappeared from her view, and a moment later she could hear him looking around for something. The tendrils began to slowly move her legs around, as though they were stretching her hips.

"You're probably wondering why the parasite chose me to begin with," Wilkins chatted idly in the background. "I was a part of the original team of demonologists that first discovered the creature. A rookie at the time, and by far the youngest one there. By the time the enclosure and Hellgate had been built here, the other members of the team had either died, retired, or moved on to better things. So I ended up being put in charge of the parasite's experiments."

He walked back over to Elise, now carrying a large plastic tube. "I suppose that you are simply the newest pawn in this game of revenge."

Elise eyed the bottle suspiciously, watching as he nonchalantly put on a pair of latex gloves. He began to dump a generous amount of the tube's contents onto his palm, a clear gel that was a bit too thin to be lotion. The tendrils holding her legs moved them back towards her head, putting her in an uncomfortable and vulnerable position. "What, are you trying to give me a damn prostate exam?" she snapped, her tone full of dry sarcasm.

Wilkins chuckled slightly at her statement, coming from a woman in such a compromising position. It appears that the lesson in obedience that he had tried to teach her last time did not stick. "I am a scientist, Elise. Not a doctor." He scooped some of the lube with his middle and index finger, holding it up for her to get a good look at. "I can assure you that what I do with this won't be for medical purposes." He pulled his hand away and, without any further warning or preparation, plunged his fingers deep inside her anus.

Elise opened her mouth to retort, but the only sound that she was able to make was a shrill, surprised squeal. She instinctively clenched up as she felt his cold, slimy fingers invade her back passage, her body subconsciously making an effort to expel the foreign object. She glared at the man between her legs with an expression of pure disgust.

"Your muscles are quick to contract when there is an unfamiliar intrusion," Wilkins explained, wriggling his fingers around as much as he could as he gently explored her walls. "That reaction is the reason for me being so sudden in my advance. Relax your sphincter."

"T-take them out!" Elise screamed, her voice shooting an octave higher than normal. She viciously fought against the tendrils' grip as she kicked her legs around, trying to land a hit on the demonic man. In response to this, four additional limbs sprouted from various places on his chest and shoulders, aiding in keeping her legs still. After some struggle, they had managed to pin them almost to where her head was, placing a painful amount of strain on her hips and making it difficult to breathe.

Wilkins let out a terrible laugh at her plight. "Anal sex is a sensation that is far more intense than normal vaginal penetration," he told her, becoming more aggressive with his movements as her position forced her ass to open up more. "Though, when done right, it can potentially be quite pleasurable." He pulled his fingers out for a moment, quickly scooping up more lube before delving back inside her. "There's usually a lot of preparation that goes into it, but this should help speed things up a bit."

As he spoke, Elise started to feel a familiar heat emanating from where he rubbed her. "Tch," she grunted through the strain, her body beginning to squirm. "You've got to be kidding me..."

"The lubricant is an extract from the leaves of the Aphrodite Fern," Wilkins confirmed. "Though it was named a fern, the plant is actually more akin to a succulent. Very similar to a common aloe vera, in fact. Unlike the injections, which have been processed with many additional ingredients, the lube is a pure gel."

Wilkins hooked his fingers upward, making Elise's breath hitch in shock. He began to massage the area, rotating his fingers in a circular motion and adjusting the amount of pressure he applied. Slowly, her anus started to relax from the stimulation, the tendrils also easing their grip. "Hah... hah... wh-what are you doing?" she demanded through panting breaths once she could find her voice.

"Massaging your Skene's gland, an area that is homologous to the male prostate," Wilkins answered without stopping. "It is indirectly stimulating the other side of your G spot, which we were lucky to find last night."

Elise curled her hands into fists, clenching them hard enough to turn her knuckles white. She squeezed her eyes shut and grit her teeth, trying to ignore what was going on below her. It didn't appear as though the lube affected her whole body, just the spot it was being rubbed into, so she was at least able to think straight right now.

Wilkins frowned slightly at her reaction, pulling out to rest his hand before it started cramping. Elise gasped for air as she was allowed a moment to catch her breath, while the parasite writhed beneath him in dissatisfaction. "Let's try something else, while you're still young," he mused, stepping away from her for a few moments.

The tendrils also withdrew, and Elise gratefully let her legs drop back down. Ugh, they were already sore, and her ass felt like it was on fire due to the aphrodisiac. Still, she felt confident that she could bear through this. "I won't let you break me like you did last night," she declared.

"A bold proclamation," Wilkins replied with amusement. "I'll accept that challenge." He grabbed the object he was looking for and took it back to Elise, dangling it in front of her so she could get a good look at it. "I assume you know what this is, hmm?"

The item's flanged base and tapered head made it clear that it was a butt plug. Elise tensed up as she realized. "Why the Hell do you have something like that?" she snapped.

Wilkins shrugged, liberally coating the toy with the lubricant. "I've had a lot of time to prepare, and online shopping is a fascinating thing." The tendrils snaked around her legs again, returning her to her earlier position. "This will hurt if you remain so tense," he warned.

Elise was barely given a chance to relax her body before Wilkins began to push the plug inside her. It placed a painful amount of pressure on her walls, and it took a conscious effort to keep herself from clamping down on the foreign object. "How is this... supposed to feel good?" she questioned between labored breaths.
"Just relax and remember to breathe, Elise," Wilkins replied, procuring the toy's small remote. With the click of a button, the plug started to vibrate, her entire body jerking in surprise. More tendrils quickly braced around the back of her head, as though to keep her from slamming down onto the steel table.

"Turn it off, turn it off!" Elise cried out, unable to contain her moans any longer. The intense vibrations massaged the aphrodisiac lube into her skin, making her more and more sensitive with each passing moment.

"Very good, Elise! Those are the noises I wanted to hear!" Wilkins praised. He put a small bit of the gel onto his gloved finger. "Heh. I've been wanting to try this for a while now."

Elise watched him dab the lube onto his tongue, bringing his face closer to her crotch. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized what he was about to do. "Wait, don't-" she started to plead, but was quickly interrupted when something was shoved into her mouth. It took her a moment of gagging and panicked flailing for her to realize that it was a cluster of tendrils, all entwined around one another. The parasite was getting more and more active, returning Wilkins to the way she first saw him last night. Except for this time, she could see exactly where each limb was emerging from.

After a bit of a struggle to keep Elise still, Wilkins started to lick her clitoris, smearing the gel onto the already-sensitive little nub in a circular motion. The parasite was obviously enjoying itself as well as it began to thrust some of its tendrils into Elise's throat, simulating rough oral sex. He wondered if the demon was even capable of experiencing the same stimulation that a human could, or if it just enjoyed the torture.

With both of their mouths preoccupied, there was no longer any conversation between them. The room echoed with the sounds of Elise's choked moans and the vibrating plug. She could barely even focus on the tendrils having their way with her, the intense stimulation on her ass and clitoris sending her to the brink of ecstasy.

Wilkins continued to pass his tongue along her pussy lips even as her contractions began. The orgasm came far too quickly for his liking, so he kept going, not once giving the little pearl a break. Although, with the parasite this active so soon after their last session, he found himself running out of stamina more and more quickly. He wouldn't be able to draw this out as long as he had hoped.

Elise's moans were practically screams at this point, her entire body thrashing around as much as it could against the restraints. The tendrils that had been thrusting in her mouth withdrew, her lewd noises becoming clear. She tried to use the opportunity to beg Wilkins to stop, but the torturous pleasure made formulating any sort of meaningful sentence impossible.

Luckily for her, Wilkins soon stopped on his own accord, pushing himself away right as she started her second orgasm. Or was it her third? He wasn't keeping count. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and his vision began to go black. He quickly braced himself against the wall, pulling out the remote and turning off the vibrator as he did so. The parasite, realizing how much it had weakened its host, withdrew its tendrils, becoming dormant once more.

Wilkins allowed himself some time for the dizzy spell to pass, while Elise focused on catching her breath. For the next few minutes, not a single word was exchanged between the two of them. It was probably the greatest mercy that Elise would be given during this Hell.

*** *** ***

Marcus jolted awake as his landline began ringing, nearly tipping back his chair. Everything that has happened last night was all one large blur in his memory, but the fact that he was passed out in his office with a pounding headache, next to a half-empty bottle of scotch and his prescription sleeping pills made him quickly remember that he was not in a good situation right now.

Once he righted himself, he glanced over at the number on the phone, his heart sinking when he saw that it was the college. "Ah, shit," he grumbled, realizing he had class today. He put his head in his hands, letting the call go to voicemail. He'd be lucky if he still had a job after all of this.

Hell, he'd be lucky if he still had his daughter.

Once the phone went silent, Marcus reached over and dialed a different number, crossing his fingers in prayer that they would pick up. And in his first true blessing since this whole thing started, he soon got an answer.

"Hi, you've reached Katherine Harris, how can I-"

"Please don't hang up," Marcus quickly interrupted in clear desperation. "I need your help, Kathy. Please, can we talk?"

The woman's voice on the other end was silent for a moment. "...Marcus, is that you?" she asked, her voice now filled with wary concern. "I thought I made it clear that I no longer wanted anything to do with you."

He let his head fall back down onto the desk with a groan. "I know, I'm sorry, I know. But Elise is in trouble, and I didn't know where else to turn," he responded.

"Elise?!" Katherine's voice snapped harshly at Marcus's words. "What happened to her, how is she in trouble?!"

"Russell kidnapped her, and is currently holding her hostage at that old laboratory," Marcus told her, his voice shaking with each word. "At least... gods, unless he already..."

"Russell Wilkins...? You can't be serious. Does that mean...?"

"Yea, it does. He still has the parasite, Kathy. It kept him alive all this time."

"Shit..."

For a long moment, there was only static coming from Katherine's end, and Marcus worried that she had disconnected the call. "Please. I- no, Elise needs your help. I don't know what to do. You know more about this thing than me."

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally spoke up. "Fine. I'll be right over."

He nearly broke into tears at her answer. "Gods, thank you so much, Kathy-"

"I'm only doing this for Elise's sake. Not yours."

A loud click signaled that she hung up. Marcus slumped over in relief, making the not-so-great decision to take a long swig of his scotch. He didn't even care that it was straight from the bottle, or that it was room temperature at this point. All that mattered to him was that he was finally getting help, even if it was from someone that he had never cared to talk to again.

Setting the bottle down, he turned to stare at the large framed photo that was hanging in his office. It was a family picture, with him and his departed wife, Elizabeth, sitting on either side of a much younger Elise. Marcus recalled the day when that photo was taken with fondness, remembering how Elise had thrown a tantrum because of how boring the whole ordeal was and the fact that she had to be all gussied up, even though the only 'dressy' thing Elizabeth could get her to wear was a blouse. The only way they got her to settle down for the picture was with the promise of stopping for ice cream on the way home.

Marcus realized he was crying at this point, something he hadn't done since the funeral. "I'm so sorry I let this happen, Elizabeth," he whispered, wiping away the tears with the back of his hand. "Please watch over our daughter for us, wherever you are."

*** *** ***

"And... there, that should be fine," Wilkins muttered to himself as he positioned a large mirror to lean against the wall. He turned his attention back to Elise, who kept her eyes to the floor, gritting her teeth against the vibrator that he had turned on again a few minutes prior. Tutting in disapproval, he walked over to her and yanked her head up by her hair, causing her to yelp in surprise. "Smile, Elise. You can see yourself now."

Elise glared at the miserable state she was in. Wilkins had flipped her over and restrained both her wrists and her ankles to the corners of the table. Since it was a few feet shorter than Elise was, she had her knees scrunched up against her chest, which made her ass raise and pressed her cleavage against the cold steel. The position was somehow even more uncomfortable than the last one.

Wilkins let go of her hair, briefly making sure that her chin didn't slam against the table before walking back behind her. Due to the mirror, Elise saw everything he was doing, which consisted of him wheeling a table filled with sex toys into her field of vision. Her jaw almost hit the floor at the sight. Multiple dildos in various shapes and sizes, vibrators, paddles and floggers, clamps, pumps, and various other items that she couldn't recognize were all on clear display. The absurd idea of this demented scientist shopping around for all of this kink stuff probably would have struck her as being funny, was she not the one being held against her will. She couldn't imagine how long he's been planning out this sexual torture.

"Now then..." Wilkins began to peruse the table's contents, picking out one of the thinner, more flexible dildos, along with a roll of tape. He made Elise raise her ass up higher, which was still being massaged by the vibrating plug, and got a clear view of her soaking snatch. "After bearing through with what stole your virginity last night, this should be no problem for you," he told her, inserting the dildo in one smooth, swift motion.

He was right. Elise could barely feel it make its way inside her. She watched him work through the mirror's reflection, her green eyes were expressionless. "Why are you so intent on trying to make all of this feel good for me?" she inquired with genuine curiosity. "What does it matter? It doesn't change anything."

Before Wilkins responded to her, he switched the dildo's vibrator on, causing her to whimper slightly. "Classical conditioning, dear Elise," he replied, placing some of the tape over the dildo to keep it from falling out. "My goal is to make it so that you get aroused from the mere sight of me." He placed a gloved hand over the still-vibrating butt plug, teasing her with it as he very slowly began to pull it out. "After all, I aim to make you the parasite's new host by introducing it to lust. You need to be able to satisfy its demands on command."

Wilkins removed the plug entirely, though her back passage did not completely close up. He set it aside and discarded the latex gloves he had been wearing. Making sure he was in full view of the mirror, he hooked his thumbs around the waistband of his trousers. "Let's get started, then. Try not to tense up, Elise. That would just make it needlessly painful."

Elise felt her cheeks get hot with embarrassment as he pulled down his pants, casually kicking them to the side. His turgid member was already standing straight up and ready to go, practically touching his belly button. It was impossible to tell if he was that large naturally, or if he was using the parasite to make it seem more imposing.

Wilkins climbed over on top of her, his large hands completely covering her own as he got into position. He straightened up to where he was kneeling, one hand grabbing her hip for support while the other gently guided the tip of his cock to press against her ass, which was still completely coated with lube.

The two of them stared at each other through the mirror, Elise looking both exhausted and on the verge of tears, whereas Wilkins wore the same kind expression that he did when he stole her virginity. The parasite began to writhe slightly from under his skin, yet never emerged. It appeared as though he would have her all to himself this time.

"Remember to relax and breathe, Elise," Wilkins told her softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Relax and breathe." He began to slowly push his way inside her, making sure that her walls didn't clench shut and halt his progress.

Elise gripped the edge of the steel table as tightly as she could, the steel cuffs around her wrists digging into her skin. Her entire body was quivering, both from fear and from the pleasure wrought by the vibrator that continued to massage her pussy. She tried to look down and away from the mirror, but Wilkins quickly cupped his hand around her chin, forcing her head up.

Wilkins remained kneeling until he was a bit over halfway inside, where the lube from his fingers ran out. He leaned forward over Elise, bringing his head right up next to her's, a sadistic smile plastered on his face. "I'm going to start thrusting from here, okay?" he told her.

"G-Get your disgusting face away from me!" Elise shouted in reply, trying to turn her head away even though he was still holding it by her chin. She did not mimic his calm behavior, rather growing more irritated because of it.

Wilkins chuckled at her reaction, pumping his hips back and forth as he endeavored to insert himself deeper inside of her. She had a strong soul and a defiant will. It was no wonder that the parasite was interested in her from the beginning. A toy that broke too easily was no fun. He was starting to share the demon's fascination for her.

He snapped out of his thoughts and straightened back up, his cock finally buried up to the base inside of her ass. He briefly mused over the idea of having it grow in length, wondering how far it would be able to travel up her intestines. However, he quickly decided that that would be a terrible idea for multiple reasons.

"I think I've kept you waiting long enough," Wilkins said to Elise. "And, damn, that aphrodisiac lube is really potent. I hope I didn't overdo it." Huh, now that he thought about it, maybe he was supposed to dilute the gel in water? That would explain why it was so thick. He waved the thought away, the only thing that he was focusing on now was that his cock was now burning with desire. He roughly gripped her buttocks and began ramming her, grunting with each thrust from the exertion.

Elise moaned in time with him, incapable of being able to muffle her voice. Wilkins being so rough with her should have been excruciating, but she was entirely unable to differentiate between what was painful and what was pleasurable. The vibrator oscillating over her G spot on one side while it was constantly being pounded against on the other sent her over the moon.

I hate this. I hate him. I want to go home. She desperately held onto those three thoughts as she was starting to lose her grip on reality. No matter what happened to her, she was determined to keep on resisting.

"Shit-" Wilkins cursed under his breath as he unexpectedly blew his first load deep inside her, much sooner than he wanted. He stopped as he rode out his orgasm, silently berating himself on using the aphrodisiac lube and then neglecting to wear a condom. Hell, he wasn't sure if he had even bought condoms.

The parasite's tendrils squirmed underneath him, and he had lived with it long enough to understand that it was content. However, it made no move towards Elise, once again returning to a dormant state. His brows furrowed, his once-good mood quickly becoming sour.

Wilkins dug his nails into Elise's skin, wrenching from her a cry of pain. Fighting through his post-orgasm exhaustion, he resumed his thrusting with renewed vigor, the speed and force surprising even him.

"St-st-stop! Slow down, slow down!" Elise screamed over at him. The piece of tape that was over her pussy, now wet with her juices, fell off, the vibrator soon following it. The pleasant stimulations in both of her holes were suddenly wrenched from her, leaving her scared and confused. Not even the lube could completely mask the agony she was beginning to feel.

"You enjoy her! You enjoy what we do to her!" Wilkins shouted, pausing his movements as he came a second time. The beast inside of him stirred, just a little. "Why are you still here? Why the Hell are you still here?! She's right there! Take her! End this torment and take her!"

Elise was shaking in terror at this point, his sudden temper tantrum coming out of nowhere. She began to struggle against the restraints, fruitlessly trying to throw the horrible man off of her. He leaned over her in response, his body completely encapsulating her's.

"This damnable hellspawn is the source of your torment, Elise. Not I," Wilkins told her apologetically. "You know me. You know that I would never hurt you. Oh, Elizabeth would never forgive me if I hurt you."

"Leave my mother out of this!" Elise screamed through tears. "You killed her! Dad and I hurt every single day because of you!"

"The parasite killed her!" Wilkins yelled back at her. "Can't you see that it compels me to do its bidding? I am nothing more than a hollow shell for it to use!" He leaned in even closer to her, to where she could feel his hot, panting breaths against her ear. "I'm so tired, Elise. I no longer know what it feels like to sleep. If only you would become its new host, then this torment can end. For both of us."

He straightened back up and immediately started another round of rough anal sex, fueled by hatred and the gel from the Aphrodite Fern. "But. It. Won't. Leave!" he grunted with each hard thrust. The tendrils moved more violently within him, a few of them beginning to emerge. "You said you would take her! You promised me! So end my suffer-"

Wilkins was interrupted with a choking gasp, right as he released his third cumshot inside of her. He kneeled there for a moment, staring wordlessly at the mirror, at the tendrils that we're now wrapped around his throat, cutting off his air supply. Then he collapsed off the side of the table, unconscious.

Elise was still shaking even in the silence that followed, her bottom lip quivering as she calmed herself down enough to keep herself from crying. If she ever had any doubts before any of this, she was now completely certain that Wilkins was a psychopath. She took a few moments and a couple of deep, long breaths, allowing her emotions to settle down and her heart rate to slow.

Once she felt a little better, she tested her restraints, wondering how or if she was going to be able to get out of them. Like many other things in this lab, the cuffs were steel and electronic, so brute forcing her way to freedom was impossible.

Just as Elise was about to resign herself to waiting for her captor to wake up, the cuffs unlatched, releasing her. Grateful yet confused, she stumbled off of the table, almost immediately losing her balance and falling to the floor.

That was when she noticed that the parasite was still active, managing to wrap one of its tendrils around the remote that Wilkins carried to open the restraints. Multiple other limbs began to expertly redress their host, as though this was a common occurrence between the two of them. Now that she thought about it, she found it strange that Wilkins was saying that he could no longer sleep, yet here he was, unconscious on the floor next to her. Where did he go, then?

Elise startled out of her thoughts as the tendrils coiled around her neck, also constricting her ability to breathe. Was this it for her, then? Was the parasite going to leave Wilkins behind and make her its new host? Would she be able to say goodbye to her father before she was completely consumed?

Not being able to answer any of these questions, everything slowly faded into black.