Eternal Torment Pt 01

**Author note:

It's been a while since I wrote anything I wanted to share on lit, but I hope this story will be enjoyable for some.

WARNING: This one is brutal, and graphic. It is much worse than anything else I've shared here, and has non-human and horror elements. If you aren't into these things, you will not like this one, so I suggest not reading it.

I've written three parts. If these types of fantasy scenes are to your liking, let me know if you think I should write more.

~Kit

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The sound of his door opening pulled Lucifer from his thoughts. Staring out the window of his chambers, he'd been lost in the fog of pleasure from listening to the chorus of wailing and screaming as he looked out the open stone windows over his kingdom.

Some would say there wasn't much to see. Rivers of lava were interspersed with islands of frozen rock and ice. Jagged cliffs with flat tops rose out of the sea of molten rock, the hot, red magma flowing slowly around the bases.

His keen vision allowed him to focus in on the bodies chained to the islands, and he amused himself, often, by watching his demons torture these poor souls, day in and day out.

Each morning they would wake, believing the dreams he planted that made them search for a way out of their eternal torment. Each morning they woke with hope, and he would watch as the day went by, for the light of hope to be extinguished once more. Careful control of their memories ensured they didn't break completely, at least, not too quickly. They needed the morning hope to make the day's torture worthwhile.

Eventually they all broke, in one way or another, and that came with its own pleasure, but watching the process was what truly brought him joy.

"My lord?"

Lucifer turned to see Dazikin, one of his favorite torturers, standing just inside the large, charred doors that protected his solitude. His minions knew better than to intrude without reason, and Daz had never done so before. Curious, Lucifer gestured for the demon to enter, and continue with his query.

"I'm sorry to intrude, my lord, but I've come across a bit of a problem. A new soul from a few weeks ago. She's proving to be very...difficult."

Cocking one eyebrow in curiosity, Lucifer made his way to the dark stone chair that served as his throne. It was made of onyx, jagged and roughly shaped, but it fit him perfectly. He'd never been one for comfort, and he liked the way the chair reminded him of the torture inflicted in his kingdom, by bringing him just a taste of discomfort.

"Tell me of this soul, Dazikin. I've never seen you find one you couldn't break, and I'm intrigued at what is causing you issue this time."

Dazikin dropped his gaze, going to one knee in front of Lucifer's throne. The demons insisted on standing on ceremony, and Lucifer tolerated it, only to ensure he kept easy order. He preferred torturing those demons who got out of line with cells lined with fresh grass and wildflowers and lit by sunlight. They couldn't handle such things, and would beg, quickly, to be returned to their homes of ash and rock and darkness split only by the light of fire.

"This one, my lord..." Daz stopped, momentarily, letting his thoughts trail off as he licked his cracked lips with his reptilian tongue. Taking a deep breath, he spoke once more, and Lucifer listened intently.

"This one is different. I've never seen anything like her. I mean, she's not the first masochist to land here, but, my Lord, I haven't found anything that frightens her."

Lucifer smiled. A challenging soul might be just what he needed to liven up his days. The chorus of screaming and moaning was always cheerful, but it had become a little monotonous over the millennia. Perhaps this special soul could bring a little life back to his existence.

"Tell me, Daz. Tell me in detail what you've done, and how she responded."

--

Lexi stretched as much as she could, trying to keep her muscles moving. She was surprised that even here, it seemed to matter whether or not she did. Stiffness, if anything, set in faster than it had when she was alive.

Closing her eyes, she gently moved everything, discovering, as she did every morning, that she was completely healed. Taking a deep breath, she wondered where her captor was. He usually arrived before she woke. He seemed to like to wake her up abruptly, suffering some kind of pain.

The first couple of days she'd been afraid. She knew she couldn't die, though the demon had been surprised to learn that she remembered her death and knew exactly where she was. Apparently this knowledge wasn't normal, and Lexi had stored this tidbit away, mulling over it whenever she had a spare moment where she wasn't screaming.

The first few days, the demon had tried a variety of fairly straight forward tortures, even repeating some of them. She was surprised, at first, that he would do so. But one day - while beating her mercilessly - he'd quipped about the fact she wouldn't remember the beating tomorrow, and he could start all over, listening to her screams of agony anew.

Lexi said nothing - not that she could have at that moment anyway - but she filed this away as well. Something was clearly different about her, for her to remember these things that normal souls didn't.

When blunt force beatings that left her bruised didn't break her - at least not mentally - the demon had switched tactics. Day in and out he had beat her body from head to toe with whips and canes and batons, leaving her every night with a body that was disfigured and swollen, more bones broken than not, and blood dripping from the layers of open skin he'd torn apart with his whips.

But each morning she'd woken completely healed, and after the first few days, she'd grown hungry for this pain.

In life, Lexi had enjoyed the pleasures of being a professional masochist at a dungeon in a seedy neighborhood in Houston. She'd thrived in this lifestyle, taking beatings, whippings, and all sorts of sexual use with a joy that she knew, even then, was rare. Clients would pay top dollar to get time with her, and she had enjoyed the benefits of the work, needing to only work two nights a week to live a comfortable lifestyle.

The owner of the club had found her as irresistible as his clientele, and it wasn't long before she was spending her days off in the bliss of submission to him. He made sure she showed up for shifts looking relatively undamaged, as the clients liked to see their marks on mostly unmarked skin. And her fast healing ensured that she only needed a few days between shifts to look this way for them.

But he left other marks. His clients usually only cared to leave bruises and occasional welts. But on her days off, he worked her between the legs, leaving cuts and scratches mostly inside, though sometimes he'd suture her lips closed, and then charge extra for clients to whip her already damaged folds, still raw from his needle work after the sutures had been freshly removed.

It had been a perfect few years, ended too quickly in a careless traffic accident. Lexi had seen the semi swerve too late, and the last thing she had remembered was slamming her brakes and trying to avoid him, before his truck hit her head on, and everything went black.

Lexi had to admit though, she had it pretty good down here.

She'd woken up chained naked to a rock with a river of lava rolling slowly beside her feet. The rock was burning hot, and her flesh sizzled and scalded when she touched it, but it was impossible to avoid.

The demon, Dazikin, had showed up almost immediately, making grand claims about where she was, as if she didn't know this was where she was headed. Obviously perturbed by her lack of reaction, he had started to slap and kick her, hoping to get more from her than just occasional groans. And when he paused, and she looked up, licking blood from her lip with a smile, he had disappeared in a rage, before returning with a heavy wooden club.

Waiting for him now, she reminisced about everything he'd tried, smiling at his clearly increasing frustration that none of it had worked. He'd tried torturing her on that initial hot island, and on a frozen one. He'd beat her, whipped her, and raped her. He'd branded her, broken her bones, and cut her with whips and knives until she was a bloody mess.

The pain was excruciating, and she screamed for him regularly. But knowing she couldn't die, and that she would wake every morning healed, she had leaned even further into the pain.

Yesterday when he had arrived, he'd found her dripping with desire, and in a rage, he'd beaten her and whipped her and kicked her, growling in anger when it only made the fluid between her legs flow more quickly. She'd almost climaxed from the exquisite quality of the pain, but she'd managed to hold that back. Best not to show all her cards too quickly.

Smiling to herself, Lexi felt as a rivulet of fluid dripped from her spread legs, evaporating with a hiss as it hit the ground below her. She wondered what exactly her tormentor had in store today.

"My my. She is a different little soul, isn't she?"

Lexi's eyes snapped open as the silky sound of a new voice spoke from her island. Dazikin had brought someone with him, and Lexi felt something inside her instantly twist as she looked at this new being.

Dazikin was handsome in his own right, with messy blonde hair and a body most living men would kill for. Especially if they were as gifted between the thighs as he was. And as much as she was sure most girls wouldn't like the scaly appendage complete with sharp ridges that cut her when he raped her, she found it a turn on. As she did his tongue - soft and dry like snakeskin, but abrasive like sandpaper. She wished he would use that more.

This new being though...

He shone with a darkness she didn't know how to describe. It pulsed from inside him, and called her to him. She'd met Masters when she was alive who had this kind of pull, but theirs felt like a gentle summer breeze next to a maelstrom. She would have immediately dropped into a kneel, completely without control, if it wasn't for the cruel barbed chains that held her in place.

"Lexi, is it? You, my dear, are a work of art. Dazikin is one of my most skilled torturers. And he has filled me in on everything he's tried, and yet somehow, you only seem to want more with each passing day."

Lexi smiled, dropping her head slightly so she could look up at him under heavily lidded eyes. Her body pulsed inside as he spoke, and more liquid flowed from her, as her core ached for more abuse. She hoped this new being would use her as Dazikin had. Maybe they would use her together.

Her body contracted, almost violently, and she fought against the rising tide. Squirming, slightly, she grimaced as the barbs dug into her skin, pushing her even closer to orgasm. She hoped the pain would start soon. Waiting was the most torture she had endured so far.

The new being stood silently, appraising her, and Lexi dropped her eyes in deference. His pupils glowed with reddish light in otherwise black eyes. Short, spiky, jet-black hair stuck up in every direction from a face that was surprisingly white, almost hauntingly so. But he was beautiful, and the way the dark goatee and thin beard framed his face only made him more alluring.

He wore nothing save for black pants, and she wondered, suddenly, if he was as well endowed as Dazikin. He looked more truly human in appearance, with none of Dazikin's obviously reptilian characteristics, but there was no question he was equally demonic in spirit, if nothing else.

She squirmed again, groaning as more liquid poured free while she imagined being pinned under this magnificent creature, begging for release. The pain of the barbs cutting into her skin pulled her from her revery, and she cried out softly as the drops of blood pushed her even closer to climax.

"I think, Dazikin, that I know exactly how to break her. I will see to it personally. You may leave, and go attend another new soul. But come to my chambers later, before night. I will be in need of your services then."

Lexi watched as Dazikin looked up in fear, before placing one hand over his heart and bowing slightly. "Yes, my lord, of course."

My lord? Could this possibly be...

"Dazikin. Stand tall. You haven't failed me. You told me she was different - unique. You aren't wrong. And I will need you yet to break her. Do not doubt your skills. They are sharp as ever. She just needs..."

Lexi watched as the being appeared lost in thought before turning to face her. With no warning, he was suddenly standing only a breath away, and she groaned as her need to be closer to him left her squirming in her bonds. Taking a step back, he smiled as she whimpered in need. Surely he was going to torture her soon? She needed the pain and suffering. It was the only thing she knew how to handle.

But he turned once more, facing away from her, and she felt as emptiness filled her. Absent from his gaze, she suddenly felt alone, and she knew she would do whatever it took to have him closer again.

"She needs a different style of torture. Not to worry. I'll ensure she's well cared for. Come along, pet."

Dazikin nodded and disappeared, and Lexi stared, perplexed, at the spot where he had been standing. She'd never seen him appear and disappear before, though she had suspected he could do this.

The sound of fingers snapping caught her attention just a moment before she fell flat on her face on the scalding rocks. Shrieking as they burned her sensitive flesh, she jumped back up to her feet, only to discover Mr. tall dark and handsome was only a breath away again.

She dropped instantly to her knees, unsure what compelled her to do so, but only knowing it seemed right in his presence.

"My my. You are an obedient pet, at least, Lexi. I expect you will be rather fun to play with. And don't worry, I fully intend to make you scream quite often. From pleasure and from pain, my dear. But that is not the torture that will break you, and I can't wait to share what is. Now then, come along."

Finding her voice, carefully, Lexi looked up at the being above her, wanting nothing so much as to find a way to seduce him. She knew, instinctively, that his restraint would be absolute, and anything she would get would be entirely his doing. But she needed to know one thing.

"If you're going to torture me, do I at least get the pleasure of knowing your name?"

His smile, as he reached down, lifting her to her feet, was almost feral. She shivered, as he closed what little space was already between them, feeling the heat of his body burning her skin as surely as the rocks had. She didn't care. It was worth the scalding pain to be this close.

Whimpering, she looked up hopefully, watching as he leaned in closer, until his lips were almost touching hers.

"Most of the souls down here never meet me, and those who do, are rarely given the kindness of my name," he said in a whisper. "But you, my dear, can call me Lucifer."

--

A soft moan escaped Lexi's lips and Lucifer smiled quietly to himself, watching out of the corner of his eyes as she writhed against his wall. Pinned in place by a demonic vine, she stretched in her bonds, trying desperately to push her pelvis lower. Less than an inch away, she could feel the end of the vine, ever so slightly out of reach of the hungry hole that dripped a non-stop flow of her nectar.

There had never been many true masochists. There were many who believed themselves to fit that bill, but the large majority had always had a breaking point in pain. Lexi, however, was among the unique few, who were different. Dazikin's accounts of the things he had done should have been enough to break anyone, and yet Lexi had woken each morning not only accepting, but eager.

The demons erased the memories of what was done daily, leaving only enough of a whisper behind for the soul to sense fear and danger. But Lexi had turned that fear into hunger, and Lucifer wondered if the memory wipe wasn't working on her the way it should - equally perplexing to the knowledge she held of her own death.

But whatever the case, Lucifer had found the perfect way to torture her, and he was only getting started.

A louder, panting moan captured his attention, and his eyes snapped up to see hers closed in bliss, as the vine danced lightly against her labia and clitoris, pulsing happily as she soaked it in her juices. Smiling, he let it continue to tease her for a few more seconds before mentally commanding it to retreat, slightly, dancing across her inner thigh.

She groaned in frustration, and he directed another tendril to sprout, brushing gently across her lower abdomen. Normally, these vines were quite thorny, and souls would scream as the tendrils moved, ripping into their flesh. But this is what Lexi wanted, and so Lucifer had bound her, naked and spread so she was fully exposed, with a plant that had retracted its thorns.

"Please, Lucifer. Please..."

Her voice was almost a whisper, raw with need and desperation. He smiled deeper, looking up to meet her dewy eyes. Her tears held no power over him, and she would be much more desperate before he would give her even a taste of what she wanted. Her breaking would be slow - drawn out over weeks or months - but break she would. Of that he had no doubt.

A knock at his chamber door caught his attention. He turned his back on Lexi, allowing her to appreciate the view of his strong back leading down to the hint of curves just out of view beyond the top edge of his low-riding pants. He had discovered, quickly, how much he affected her, and he used it now to increase her desire. He wanted her frothing with incoherent need before he gave her a tiny nibble of what she desired later tonight.

"Come."

The single spoken word was all it took for his chamber door to open, and Lucifer grinned as the sound of screams and whimpers poured in through the open door. Dazikin walked in, tugging on a chain as he slowly dragged a screaming, writhing soul into Lucifer's chambers. She was perfect.

"Sorry to interrupt, my lord, but I thought you might like to help with this one. She fancied herself a masochist because she liked to get a little rough and have her husband spank her. She's finding my...loving touch...a little harder to take."

Looking at the soul whimpering and squirming at his feet, Lucifer could see she was covered in a web of tiny cuts and scratches and burns, irritated, no doubt, by being dragged into his chambers over the rough, rocky floor. Her eyes already looked wild. She was close to breaking. He needed to pull her back, just a little, so she would last the night. But Dazikin's touch had been perfect to get her here, where she would be far more useful than she ever knew.

Searching her thoughts, Lucifer knelt down beside her, reaching for her slowly, as if he was approaching a frightened puppy. She whimpered and tried to recoil, but the chains Daz had her wrapped in didn't let her go far.

"Shhhh, Sarah. Quiet now, love. You're ok. We're going to take care of you."

Lucifer watched as a spark of hope returned a little light to her eyes, and she shuddered, before allowing him to stroke her face, gently. She leaned into the warm touch, sighing with pleasure. If only she knew what was coming, and yet, at least half the fun was in making them feel safe before completely ruining them.

--

Lexi suppressed the surprised squeal that wanted to escape as the plant, once more, found its way just inside her folds. She wanted it to ram deep inside her, thorns out, ripping her apart as it ravaged her, but she was starting to suspect this wasn't coming. The light and occasional teasing touches were driving her wild, and yet, she was so happy to feel anything.

But right now, captivated by the scene in front of her, she didn't want to distract Lucifer. Besides, if he wasn't paying attention, maybe his pet plant would decide to explore a little deeper, she thought with a smile.