Chapter 3

"There were voices..." Mr. Marrow's words echoed through Jessy's memory. "and thunderings and lightnings... and an earthquake."

This was indeed the climax. Jessy stared in a mixture of disbelief and primal lust, at the feat that this strange man had just accomplished.

"This was my dream." Jessy whispered to herself, finally remembering the last of the scriptures Mr. Marrow had taught her.

With a wave of his hand, the rest of the large room was now lit with hundreds of candles, both crimson and black in color. As the darkness faded away, Paris and Jessy both caught sight of the large Victorian four-post bed on the far end of the room.

Paris' eyes widened as the sight. It was a beautiful white bed, with a canopy overhead. White lace and satin sheets hung from the canopy, as the satin sheets gleamed in the candlelight.

Jessy could feel her heart beat faster as she stared at the bed. It felt as though it belonged solely to her, as though she were drawn to it.

Paris watched Jessy's expression, as she too, was captivated by the sheer beauty of the antique bed. She could feel knots tighten within the pit of her stomach, as she anticipated Cody's next action.

"You know this isn't going to work. You know you'll lose her, just like you lost Holly, Dawn and myself." Paris hissed at him, through her teeth. Never before had she felt such resentment toward another living being. Though, technically, Cody wasn't another living being, now was he?

Jessy's head turned to view Paris, and she felt a moment of reason rise from within. Who was this girl? What was she talking about? And Cody, who was he? Who was he really?

"Let me explain something to you, princess. Holly chose her own destiny, which left her incarcerated for attempted manslaughter. Dawn, with so many others, is pregnant with a litter of my demonic half-breed children. When they're born, they will accomplish everything on this world that I have always dreamt of." Cody said with a calm and soothing tone.

"Then why aren't I pregnant? If my entire town was subjected to this, why wasn't I?" Paris questioned him. Her voice carried the tone of one scorned. Cody glared at her, once more, as Jessy watched on, almost lost in her own desires.

"You know, I've yet to figure that one out, myself." He said to her, as he approached her slowly. "But sadly enough, I just don't care. If I failed once, I can always try again." His sneering grin cut into her soul.

Paris shivered with disgust as his hand wrapped tightly around her throat. His eyes peered deeply into hers as she felt each of his fingers begin to withdraw, curling them into a fist, until his index finger alone, was left pushing into her throat.

His fingernail suddenly felt more sharp than before, as it pressed firmly against the soft skin of her neck. Paris was almost afraid to speak, but her anger began to take over.

"Listen, you son of a bitch! You're not going to do shit to me, or this girl! As long as I exist, I'm living proof that you fucked up. You! The devil!" Paris screamed, before spitting in his face. His eyes grew cold as he lifted his free hand to wipe his face clean. Paris could feel his fingernail pressing harder into her throat, as he once again smiled at her.

"Your life doesn't concern me, dear. After all, mistake or not, as long as you live, you'll suffer from the images you're about to witness!" He exclaimed, before thrusting his hand downward, allowing his fingernail to rip her blouse and bra, right down the middle.

Paris' breasts were now exposed, as she hung from her chains. Her skirt and the shreds of her blouse were all that remained of her clothing. Furious, she prepared to yell at him, but instead watched his attention turn to Jessy.

"Now, my dear. Prepare to become everything you've always been destined for. Do you accept?"

Jessy's eyes met his, as her smile grew. She looked like a bride, preparing to walk down the aisle, as she took his hand. And rightfully so.

"Yes, I accept. I must. I need you, now." She told him, as he began to walk forward, guiding her to the beautiful white bed.

Paris watched as the two slowly walked the length of the room, struggling against the chains that bound her arms and legs. She knew Jessy was as good as his, and cursed him silently. Was this the end? Could it be? Paris had no choice but to watch and see.

Cody and Jessy walked, hand in hand, until they reached the bed. He turned her to face him and she bit her lip with desire. With a small movement from Jessy, her unbuttoned blouse slid from her shoulders and landed on the floor. Cody took one step forward, using one arm to embrace her.

Jessy lifted her head and pressed her lips to his, relishing in the object of her desire. In return, Cody kissed her passionately, allowing for Jessy's sheer lust to rid her of any inhibitions she could encounter.

Her lips felt as though his touch would burn them, as they sent chills through her body. Jessy couldn't believe her lust for this man. Wasn't it just yesterday, she was sitting in her class, listening to Mr. Marrow's speeches? His arms wrapped tightly around her, as he lifted her onto the antique bed, just behind her.

"Oh, yes." Jessy whispered, before bringing her lips to his neck. "Please, take me." She pleaded, falling onto her back.

Cody looked down at Jessy's beautiful figure, as she laid across the width of the bed. He couldn't help but bask in the visuals of his new queen. Her breasts were fully exposed, nipples pert, as she stared up at him, just in her plaid skirt. Her skin was almost milk-white, under the light of the candles, as her dark locks fell carelessly across the gleaming white satin of the bed sheets.

"Take me." Jessy whispered once more, as she lifted her legs, placing her feet on the bed. As she did, her skirt fell upward, revealing more of her beautifully shaped thighs. Cody simply stood between her now-open legs, taking it all in.

As he smiled down at her, he looked one last time across the dark room, lit only by the thousands of candles. Paris was still hanging there, her plaid skirt and shred blouse still dangling from her chained body. Her exposed breasts could be seen, heaving up and down, as Paris anticipated what was to come.

"Now..." Cody directed his voice toward Paris. "Watch, as the future of your realm changes forever."

His hands reached for his belt, slowly unbuckling it, as Jessy stared up at him, using her eyes to beg for that which she knew was already hers. She watched Cody, as his belt was now unbuckled, and his hands reached for his pants button.

With a snap, one more restraint had been freed. Slowly, his fingers drew down the zipper of his fly. The fabric began to slide toward the ground, as he tugged at it with precision. Within seconds, what was once a mere bulge in his pants, was now fully visible for all to see.

Jessy gasped in disbelief, as his monstrous cock took life, between his legs. Never, in any of the encounters she'd had by his hand, had Jessy ever witnessed anything as large as his manhood. She could literally see the veins move, as it visibly throbbed, in front of her. She had never wanted anything more.

His charming smile soothed her fear of the massive cock. Slowly, Cody bent forward, and kissed her lips once more, softly, before lifting himself back up. Jessy suffered more chills.

One of Cody's hands rested on the inside of her thigh, while the other unbuttoned his solid-black shirt. His hand felt incredibly warm to her, as it slid up the length of her thigh, oh-so slowly. Before she knew it, his hand had brushed her soaking mound only briefly, as it traveled to the buttons of her skirt. With three repetitive movements, her plaid uniform skirt had been unbuttoned, and opened.

Jessy's back arched, as the cool breeze of the evening air blew across her body, now completely nude, with the exception of her school dress shoes.

Cody removed his shirt, and firmly wrapped his hand around the length of his massive prick, stroking it slowly, as Jessy lifted a leg to rest on his shoulder. Her hands squeezed at her breasts, massaging them and pinching at her nipples. She looked downward and saw that he was masturbating only centimeters from her sopping cunt.

"Please... put it in me. I want it now." She begged, as she used her hands to work her breasts, sending her passion even higher. With one last smile, he obliged her.

Her eyes closed and her mouth opened wide, as she felt the head of his cock pressing against the entrance to her womb. She could feel her spine, and the tingling that was now going through it, shockwave after shockwave.

Her first orgasm was achieved as the mere heat from the head of his cock reached her clitoris, sending more chills through her system. Without a hint of hesitation, her pussy lips slowly gave way to the invader, allowing it in.

Cody pushed forward, slowly, and could feel Jessy begin to stretch. He knew that it would ruin her for any other man... but once the transformation was complete, it wouldn't matter anymore.

"OOOooohhhhh, Gooooddddd!!!" Jessy squealed as the entire length of this ungodly cock was shoved into her, deeper than anything she'd ever felt before.

Paris watched, finding herself unable to speak as Jessy's cry echoed the room. She was his, now. Jessy was beyond help. Words, even mere thoughts, were beyond Paris as she watched the surreal situation before her. She'd even forgotten about the chains that held her in place.

Jessy was now lost in her second orgasm, as Cody lifted her other leg to rest on his free shoulder. Never before had she known herself to be so wet, almost sloppy. Her juices streamed down the crack of her ass. She continued to knead her breasts, lost in a primal lust that only heightened with his every move.

Cody's hands rested on her hips, and slowly, he pulled his cock from her steaming hole... before pushing it back in at twice the speed. Jessy's eyes remained closed, tightly, as her moans filled the room. She was unable to form sentences, only bellow in her enjoyment.

His thrusts continued, more powerful and controlling each time. Cody's cock threatened to pulverize her innards, as it slammed in, again and again. She was lost, now. Lost in this wonderful oblivion. Flashes came to her. What was. What is to be.

Jessy could feel her genitals as they flamed with each furious slam of his cock. Her arms and legs were now numb, as she pinched and tugged at her nipples, almost threatening to pull them clean off. Her mouth hung open, and her eyes shut tightly, as the visions began flooding into her mind.

She saw her beloved boyfriend, Jimmy, as he used his Mustang to run down her brother. She witnessed the carnage that has yet to come. She saw Paris, standing before Hell's legions in the nude, watching as they slaved away for their master. Then it changed. Paris no longer stood in Hell, in the nude, but in a leather outfit, which resembled that of a Nun's. The fear in her eyes had transformed into a fury that Jessy could've never imagined.

Paris continued to watch him fuck Jessy brutally, but was dumbfounded with what happened next. His form began to blur with each slam he gave Jessy. His shape and color changed, from a dark but beautiful man, to something darker, something more twisted. As his fury increased, his form became apparent, showing Paris his true demonic form.

She watched as a dark flame began to engulf them both. Cody... the devil. The true devil, who now had complete control over his intended victim. The flames covered both of their figures, as they fucked with an unimaginable wrath. It was black, darker than the night sky.

Cody was now preparing for the transformation to finally take place. Jessy was his, now, after all this time. She would ascend to the Queen of Hell! His mind echoed with the laughter he felt, knowing that he'd accomplished what he had been preparing for, for a millenia! She would bear his child, and this world would be theirs!

Meanwhile, Jessy's visions washed over her like a baptismal. She saw the impending war, that would claim the lives of millions. She watched the fall of the masses, as each individual fell victim to their own lusts and desires. She witnessed unbelievable sin. And then... it all left her. Every vision she'd seen, taking place both immediately, and years from now... all gone from her supernatural sight. She was once again overwhelmed with the incredible fucking she was now a victim to.

With several last thundering blasts, he exploded deep within her. It washed her soul, from the inside out, as it steamed within her. Jessy could feel her innards burn, as his seed blasted inside her, again and again. She wanted it! She was getting it! She'd fucked her own brother! She'd fucked a dog! She was unclean, and she fucking enjoyed every second of it! Her impurities, mere flaws in her being, now engulfed her, leaving her a mass of human corruption.

Paris watched as Jessy's form changed, and Cody's demonic form collapsed atop her. Her hips bucked against his monsterous form, as her body shuddered with each blast of semen, within her. The two locked in a passionate kiss, as her hair and eyes slowly changed. Her skin was now a different pigment, resembling that of someone dead, but Paris knew that she was very much alive. And then, in a burst of flame, the two were gone.

Tears streamed from her eyes, as she tugged at her bindings with renewed fury.

"No! God damn you! Nooo!"

A day had passed since Jessy's ascension. Paris had begun to give up the hope that she would ever be freed. The new day's light beamed through the window of the abandoned warehouse, revealing no antique bed and no candles. Her chains were now cutting into her wrists brutally, as she had hung there, all night.

Suddenly, a door opened to the warehouse, and in walked the shadow of a familiar figure. As his steps echoed through the empty building, Paris lifted her dreary head to see who was approaching her.

Eventually, he reached daylight, and his face became visible. It was Cody, back in his teenage form.

"Hello, love." He grinned, as Paris looked at him, too tired to respond.

Slowly, he approached her.

"Rough night, I see. Well, don't worry. You're going to be alright." He said in an upbeat tone.

"Jessy was unbelievable! As long as I've been around she was definitely the best fuck I've ever had, and then some!" He chuckled, as his hand brushed the hair from Paris' face. Her eyes peered deep into his, with a mixture of disgust and anger. "Ahh, don't fret. Jessy's enjoying her new lot in life. In fact, she's gone to visit her brother, one last time."

Paris' eyes widened, and with renewed energy, she pulled at her chains one more time. Sadly, it was to no avail. Cody chuckled at her, once more.

"Always trying to be the little hero, aren't you? Well, it's none of your concern. In fact, none of this is. When I'm through with you, the last thing you'll remember is Jimmy's wreck."

David's eyes were half-closed as he stared at the ceiling just above his hospital bed. In a week's time, his life had changed so dramatically. He'd finally gotten to sleep with the little sister he'd been craving all his life, but he was also run down by her vigilant boyfriend.

Thoughts and memories returned to him, again and again. He knew, given the chance, that he would fuck his sister again, if he could. But he wasn't completely without regrets.