Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2008 15:03:41 +0000
From: Anonymous Anonymous <homestarcheater@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Penitus Diabolus Chapter 1

I awoke to the familiar sound of molten lava. I pulled myself off of my
rough 'bed' of straw, my cock stiff from morning wood. Rubbing the grunge
from my eyes, I wearily walked out of my pathetically small room. Haug, a
blue-skinned 2nd level demon, who's my keeper for the week, walked up to me
with his usual look of content. Standing face to face, his piercing blue
gaze cut into me like a dagger and I found it hard to keep looking, but
hiding fear was what I was best at.
	"You know the drill, Duro, get to work. This is my last day
watching you; I'm going to be busy elsewhere, and I don't want to hear any
word of you stepping out of line." He brought his hand and cupped my chin,
his nails dug softly into my flesh, leaned closer, and whispered "Or I'll
make sure that your life is more than the hell it already is. Understood?"
I nodded silently. "Good." and a satisfied malice he removed his hand and
walked off, making sure to scratch me slightly, leaving a small cut; a mark
of his dominance.
	The reason Haug was so particular about me behaving, is that he
despised having to keep me for a week, and so broke the keeping laws in dis
contempt. When the 3rd levels found out, they were not pleased. One more
slip-up, they had said, and he'd be giving figurative demotion, effectively
making him a 1st level, and just as pushed around and abused. If it was
found out he wasn't watching me today, he'd meet this punishment, but
considering what he had done to the 1st level which had blabbed to the 3rd
levels about his behaviour, it was probably better to keep my head down and
stay quiet today.
	As I walked along the brimstone path to the Hill of Torment, I was
greeted by the usual sights, sounds and smells. 1st levels flitted and
crawled passed me, on wings and legs respectively, and I passed the rooms
of many 2nd level demons. Although it was tempting, I averted my eyes from
the room of Thaur, who as always was fucking the same demon he always did.
He was unlike the other demons, and he and the one he always was fucking
(whose name I don't know) seemed to have a connection. Of all the horny 2nd
levels, he was the one I wanted to have sex with the most, and sadly
probably the only one I hadn't had sex with. As I walked by his pounded his
hard, red meat into the welcoming ass of the other, green, demon (...not
that I was looking or anything...).
	I approached near to the Hill of Torment to see it through the
mist, and also Uturg standing at the base. I could always sympathise
slightly with Uturg, of all the possible visages he could've been hatched
with, he had done so as an anthropomorphic boar. I knew more than one 2nd
level that laughed behind his back, but it was always behind his back
because he housed incredible strength, and a fury to match. Either way, he
was one of the kind demons (kind in comparison to other 2nd levels,
anyway).
	With a snort and a flick of the head I was directed to my boulder,
which I'd have to carry up the hill and back down. I picked up the boulder
and began to carry it. Usually, this was only reserved as a punishment for
those who misbehaved, but because I was a human, and treated like crap as a
result, I had to do it every day (which doesn't mean much because there's
no night or day here, and I'm the only one who sleeps). Another reason I
have to do it is because, as Vaulandu put it "We don't want the fuck puppet
to get chubby." The effects of such labour had shown, and I had produced a
huge amount of muscle mass considering how little I was fed. Demons are
almost always born muscular, and since they don't require to eat and their
bodies are much more easier to maintain than humans, their physique stays
the same throughout their lifespan.
	Luckily, I had been given a surprisingly light boulder today, and I
was almost at the top. My mind wandered and I started to think of Thaur. My
morning wood had gone down awhile ago, but my erection started to return. I
envied demons in this respect, their penises remained retracted until they
were hard, and they only got hard when they had sex (which they did a lot,
anyway). It's embarrassing seeing demons having sex (which is done openly
and widely here) and popping a boner, even when I don't feel like sex (I
don't a lot because I'm coerced into it a lot normally). Annoyingly, when
the other demons see I've got a hard one, they use it as an excuse (like
they need one) to fuck me.
	I reached the bottom of the hill and saw Uturg moaning in pleasure
as a 1st level gremlin sucked him off, a puny winged creature, as all
gremlins were. I cleared my throat and Uturg noticed me. "Oh, great. You're
free to go." he absent-mindedly muttered, waving me away with one hand and
pushing the gremlin's head down with the other.
	I returned to my room, stopping to drink some lava from the lake on
my way. I suppose you could say it's my water down here. The demons said
the reason I could drink it is because it's not actual lava, it just looks
like it. It doesn't matter to them, because they don't need to drink, but
they sometimes use it like a hot tub or fuck underwater (or underlava, if
you'd prefer).
	As always, a bowl of food was in my room upon return. Mushy white
goo which tasted horrible, but then I had never eaten anything else, so I
was used to it. I wolfed it down and proceeded to the observation area.
	I collapsed onto one of the uncomfortable stone chairs, lay back
and closed my eyes. It was only half a minute till I heard someone
approaching me. I knew what would happen, but I kept my eyes closed
anyway. They didn't even bother saying anything, and merely flung me over
their shoulder and carried me to a corner of the room. I opened my eyes and
saw it was Baet, a heavy-set green demon with small white horns coming out
from his head and various piercings on his nose and nipples.
	I winced as he ran his hand through my black hair and leant close,
licking my face. I felt my cock harden for the third time that day and my
ass started to lubricate itself (a trait which I shared with the demons,
they said it was because I've lived here all my life). Baet was far larger
than me, so I didn't have to crouch as I leant forward to lick his nipple,
allowing my tongue to flick in and out of the ring piercing. He looked down
with a hard expression and I slowed worked my way down.
	Baet's penis was larger than mine, and mine is surprisingly large
for a human. I slipped my tongue beneath his foreskin, and circled it round
his juicy green knob. I stopped to peel it back and began to suck on it
softly. Baet was not one to take things slow, and soon brought his hand
down on my head. I obliged and worked my way down the shaft. I couldn't
take the whole thing, but I managed a considerable amount, and he left me
to work it on my own again.
	I ran my tongue over his veins and he groaned in pleasure. I took
the end of his penis in my hand and slowly worked my way back up, and then
down again. The hand returned and pushed my head down as far as it would
go, causing me to gag and my eyes to water slightly. He let go and I rushed
up for air. I was brought back down by his hand and pushed up and down,
ever quickening. Once again I was pushed as far as I could go and held
there and with a loud groan he released his seed. Demons make a huge
amount, and I had to force his hand off to stop myself from choking. Even
after I had taken my head off, he still continued to shoot loads into my
mouth and all over my face. When he was done he made me lick the sperm
still on his penis.
	I was pulled up by my hair and he licked his sperm off my face,
savouring it slowly. It ended with a long kiss with his sperm going back
and forth in our mouths. He flashed an evil grin and ruffled my hair before
walking off. Of course, he hadn't finished me off, but not many of the
demons bothered. I walked back to the chairs and slumped down again. Weth
was beside me, watching his next victim through a seer orb.
	You're probably wondering what I mean by "victims." Basically, the
purpose of demons is to create fear and hatred among men. They do this by
taking men in their sleep to their dimension and raping them. Sometimes
they'll also maim and kill them, but they don't die. They return to the
human world and forget all that happened, and their body returns to as it
was. But the fear and emotions that were planted in them remain, and like
seeds of evil, cause horrible effects (how do you think Hitler became so
messed up?). Demons will be assigned every now and then and will be given
time to watch and study them, so they know just how to get to them best.
And this dimension of demons is the one I've lived in my whole life as a
human. A fuck puppet. Amusement to demons in-between work. A toy.