Victoria Withers was a wealthy heiress. She wanted for nothing -nothing monetary anyway. She seemed to be beautiful, flawless, happy and confident. Yet, she did have a secret addiction. That addiction was to sex. She watched more porn than could be imagined.
Now, one may wonder why she didn't just have sex with men. The problem was that she was always afraid something would leak out to the press. Like the men would hide a camera or some sort of audio recording device. Or even just say things to the press that she'd rather them not. In fact, because of this fear, two years had passed since her last sexual encounter. She did pleasure herself however with her hands and sex toys.
Yet, she desperately wanted someone to have wild and crazy sex with like in the Pornos. And there was someone who had become well aware of this desperation. He was none other than Satan. Yes, the devil. Always wanting to claim souls he seized the opportunity.
One night as she slept she was awakened in the darkness to the feeling of her breasts being rubbed. She realized the blanket was gone but she saw no one. She began to pull the blanket back over her body and she heard a deep raspy voice from the shadows speak to her, "I know the one thing you want. I can give it to you."
She was terrified and leaned over to try and turn a light on. But, it would not come on. He chuckled, "You will be unable to turn the light on. Do not be afraid. I am not here to hurt you. I am here with an answer to your desperate need."
Victoria was terrified and trembled yet asked, "W-who are you?"
He chuckled, "If I told you, you would not believe me. So, for now, I am merely the one with an answer for your need."
She asked, "Wh-what need?"
Satan exhaled, "Sex like in the Pornos without worrying about things being leaked to the press. You tire of pleasing yourself. You crave the feeling of a well hung stud possessing you sexually. You want someone to make you scream out from the pleasurable pain. You want to feel used and owned. You want to feel like sexual property. Do not deny it; I have heard your thoughts."
She sobbed, "Who the hell are you?! How do you know this?! Are you going to rape me?"
He chuckled, "Ahh... Hell... It is a very warm home. I know about your need because I have heard your thoughts as I have said. And I will not rape you. Although I do know you have rape fantasies."
She gasped, "I do not!"
He chuckled, "Liar. I know you have. But, I can arrange that for you if you like. I am here to offer you a deal."