Chapter 23: Chapter 23
Akira continuously slapped the heroic man's cheeks, using it as a guide for left and right. Reaching the corridor, Akira began to pat the man's ass, feeling it up and turning him on, behind are a bunch of prisoners who are crawling.
They watched as the heroic man was molested and asshole fucked by the demon fingers, fear prevailed once lightning zipped her fingers and directly penetrated his ass.
The heroic man let out a scream of pain, feeling that his behind was scorched, a sting coming each time he clenched his buttocks.
The man, in great pain, didn't have a choice but to further humiliate himself and thank her again for her kindness.
' Patience, it could be worse, as long as I live I don't care about what game she wants to play, she will soon get bored. ' Repeatedly thought the man, looking forward to the future.
Soon he felt the demon's healing him and thanked her before continuing his special walk.
The other five prisoners felt a great deal of psychological pressure, not knowing what the demon has for them in store while being thankful that it wasn't them who got a scorched behind.
Akira, amused by the heroic man's action, decided to give him something sweet in turn, before plugging him into hell.
While the man was busy hypnotizing himself, he felt a small burst of pleasure from his asshole, fingers playing around his cheeks then a flicker to his balls. His dick twitched, but the man didn't dare to stop walking.
As he got closer to a new room, his pleasure augmented, and with it, his breathing became more laborious.
As they reached the door to the new place, the prisoner watched with erect dicks the demon bringing him closer and closer to realizing, till one single action caused them to stay rooted in place.
Akira cast a lightning technique in her palm and then strongly grasped the man's dick focusing the lightning on the most pleasuring nerves.
The heroic man who was experiencing heaven till he reached his destination, suddenly, pain from hell assaulted him leaving him with tears and mouth agape that couldn't scream.
Akira watched the spiritual transition of the man from joy to horror, admiring the results of her understanding of facts and human nature.
She got up leaving him after a simple treatment, her focus was on pain simulation it didn't do much damage anyway.
Opening the room, it was a small twelve meters square enough to fit ten adults laying on the ground, four torched positioned in the corner illuminated the room, and the only piece of furniture is a wooden chair.
The room was enveloped in an oppressive gloom that seemed to seep into every nook and cranny. The dim light cast by the four torches positioned in the corners barely managed to pierce through the thick shadows, creating flickering, dancing patterns on the walls. The wavering light only served to enhance the eerie atmosphere, casting unsettling shadows that seemed to twist and contort in the corners of the room.
The walls themselves were bare and made of rough stone, devoid of any decoration or adornment. The stones were discolored and damp, with patches of mold and mildew crawling up their surface, giving the room a sickly, decaying smell. The air was heavy and stale, tinged with a hint of dampness and neglect.
The wooden chair in the center of the room stood as the only piece of furniture, its surface is worn and scratched, showing signs of previous use and mistreatment. The chair appeared to have witnessed countless agonizing moments, its presence adding to the overall aura of despair and suffering.
The cramped space of the room seemed to close in on itself, creating a sense of confinement and claustrophobia. The low ceiling pressed down on the occupants, making it feel as if the walls were slowly closing in, further intensifying the feelings of unease and discomfort.
As the torchlight flickered and danced, it revealed dark stains on the floor, remnants of past torment and anguish. The stains appeared to have seeped into the very essence of the room, forever marking it with the lingering pain and suffering of those who had endured within its confines.
Overall, the room exuded a sense of foreboding and despair, its somber ambiance an unsettling reminder of the torment and anguish that awaited those unfortunate enough to find themselves trapped within its walls.
The six prisoners in the door had bad feelings for the place, yet all notion of escape was long extinguished, the fate of those who tried still clear in their minds.
Akira watched the place where all had died and none had lived, enjoying the sight of her new and last victims.
Signaling for them to come in, she watched as their uneasiness grew till it became visible on their faces.
With a beautiful smile on her face, seeping with happiness, Akira stared into their eyes and declared with a voice filled with joy " Tonight, let's play a game! ".
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