"Why should... why should one who has lived in hell fear flames?" She was cut off by screaming as he injected her again, the injection site welling up a large drop of blood as he removes the needle.

Her head is swimming, she can't see straight enough to tell that he's grinning, only that he's showing a lot of teeth. "You'll not... have my name... from me!" Coherency is falling, her will still holds, but the mind to back it up and turn that will pithy is weakening. She screams again, the fire growing hotter, growing closer. Tears well in her eyes as her body is overwhelmed in the tides of lust and agony, but to relent would hurt more than any relief he might offer could be worth....

But are those flames hot or cold my dear? I am glad that you aren't telling me though ...

He gleefully injected her again in the other nipple feeling now if a blazing bon fire raging alongside her … he wanted her to languish for a bit at that stage though, he needed her conscious as he lifted up off her chest a finger still smoothing over her nipple as he stood mixing pleasure and pain as he moved to the side of her body collecting all the disgarded needles and dumping them into a neat little pile before tacking up a pair of nipple clamps, applying them before summoning to hand what looked like a large green slung covered with hundred of tiny cillia.

It was s few inches long as he lowered his hand between her thighs, the little thing attack her clit with those cillia, brushing against it as it did so.

No more words. She can't focus enough to form invectives to scream in hate as she gasps raggedly for breath, writhing from the burning surging through her body, the cacophony of sensations and chemicals far too much for her to bear, strangled, animal moans of lust and loathing tearing from her lips as she struggles fruitlessly, her breasts shaking with every spasm, her hips jerking as instinct knows not whether to yearn forward in lust or flinch in pain.

He noted that the words had left her though that was quiet alright. He had not asked her name just yet and was thus paient. One hand brushed against her breast slowly stroking over an orb will his other hand lowered that slug down between her legs where it wasted no time in pressing against her sex, thouse ting barbs helping it along as it moved inside her sex, stretching out as those barbs pulling itself along as they attached to her walls drawing in the very nutrients that her bidy exuded as the worm throbbed and expanded, experimentally at first as it wriggle in her core trying to learn more about her, attempting to fill her as it throbbed against her.

A low chuckle from Gersham as he rubbed her clit knowing full well how the fire worked against the pleasure that the creature produced as it filled her causing enormous pleasure as it did so, drilling insider her unrelenting without mercy as it took her with a constant lust.

Kite spasms and growls as the slug invades her, swelling inside her and stretching her. Her traitorous sex provides no shortage of lubricant to ease the slug's passage, thanks to the chemicals coursing through her, and admittedly, years of conditioning that getting wet meant fewer injuries. Goosebumps rise all along her skin, siezing anew as salty sweat dribbled into the fresh and seeping wounds, his pressure on her breast seeming somehow to make her feel that tender everywhere. Strangled screams rip from her throat as he taunts her abused clit, her hips and legs jerk almost randomly.

Her body is broken, but her mind still clings to that final kernel, that wonderful treasure. Something an aggressor wants, that she can deny them.

He had not bothered to ask her name again, not yet. He knew that despite the chemicals flowing through her, despite the Eratus slug borrowing deep into her body, despite the flames that coursed through her she was not quite ready to surrender even if her body had ….

Gersham realized that her mind was still intact. Boney hands held her down as he caressed her side deep enough with a claw to scratch the skin and produce a thin line of blood but that contact was keeping her aroused as simple as that claw and finger had been but that worked in favor of the slug who began to under go a slow transformation inside her as it swelled to fill her up, drawing in thhose juices as tentacles sprouted from the thing suddenly going deeper inside her as the slug's tentacles relentlessly swept inside her as it slurped away at her wet passage.

The slug crawled deeper inside her jabbing the barbs into the walls of her pussy allowing the tentacles to presss even further, those barbs releasing a toxin as they stabbed into her, though humans had not been it's primary prey the barbs weren't up to the task on paralyzing her but the burning sensation they brought to her had been as great as the six injections she had already received …

The slug quivered and swelled as it drank up the nutrients that her moisture povide though smaller feelers thahad sprouted from it as a raging bonfire sweep through her now ...

Kite convulsed helplessly, struggling against the hands holding her down, the agony would be driving her insane were she not already so very far around that bend, her breathing interrupted by wracking sobs, able to feel very little aside from the not-quite-illusory flames that burned so fiercely. She kicked with all the force she could muster, desperate to dislodge the horrid thing he had put inside her, but could not even raise her leg from the ground, much less get up a real kick.

"i have already burned before," she croaks in a desperate, whimpering whisper. But the one she is trying to convince is herself. Steadily growing is a treacherous longing to flee, to give up nearly anything to escape this pain... a buried, hidden longing, trapped and crushed inside her behind that everpresent wall... there can be no surrender. There can never be surrender to an aggressor!

He set his lips upon hers making breathing virtually impossible in that moment, his tongue forcing it's way into her opened mouth, the aphrodisiac swirling again her lips and tongue.

A hand cupped a bloodied breast as he did so. He slowly pulls away and grins at her feeble words as the Eratus slug stretches and slides against her passsage with those barbs continuing to inject their poison as it moved with her body, crawling deeper and deeper as Gersham flicks her clit casually as the fire burns inside.

She's growing weaker, he can hear it in the way that her voice is strained.

Oh good, then you should be use to it ...

He conjured up a seventh syringe, this one he injected straight into the mass of nerves that comprise her clit. He discarded the needle in that growing pile before that fire added to the existing one rubbing that portion of her body.

Not quite … now the sugar. I can make it all stop. Of course I have nothing pressing to do so I can clear my schedule for hours, days if I like ...

She tries to bite down on his tongue as he invades her mouth, but she can't, he presses against her too forcefully, keeping her lips splayed. It's all she can do to try to bite back some of her whimpers, though this too fails at the next injection, an unhindered scream of mortal agony as the fire spreads and rises still higher, her mind filled with visions of split and blackening flesh, of cinders falling from her charring bones.

She might have begged him to make it stop, but he offered her an out, offered her his condescension.

"Fuck! You!"

Actually it is you that are fucked my dear. But since you're so use to the flames shall we do eight? He considered, her skin was warm to the touch now and six was usually good for his purposes, besides he did not want to kill her, hurt her a bit yes, kill, no. She might survive eight maybe even nine but ten would do her in. He did not doubt that.

But goodie, we get to have some more fun. Bare with me, Esper ususual does the physical stuff ...

He considered for a moment as he knelt at her side, an idea hitting him …

A dark vaguely humanoid demon was summoned of whispy shadows. It possessed bat-like wings but no legs, those tappering off into shadow. It's eyes where a bright white that flashed to her.

The Shadow Demon moved closer as Gersham smiled a whisy, insubstantial claw pawing lightly at her cheek bring with it cold nearly so intense that it paralyzed the flesh it struck.

Fire and ice, fire and ice ...

No fear. Never fear. The worst they can do is kill, and the reaper's kiss is a familiar one.

Easy words. Hard ask. Hard, as foreign fire courses through her body, the twisted flames an agonizing taunt at what was lost. Once, flame was her ally, her tool. But that was her Flame, not his. His tears at her flesh, sets her blood ablaze, the foul writhing thing he has placed inside her sex feeling like a pool of molten metal writhing searingly deeper.

She barely sees the shadow-thing before it touches her, releasing a gurgling, choking scream at the sudden cold, itself feeling like an even greater flame until her body recognizes it for what it is, whatever words she might spit destroyed by her jaw cramping in the chill, a fresh surge of spasms shooting through her.

He watches her silently for the moment at least. Hot and cold working against her in tandum as the shadow demon takes delight in slashing against her skin, opening up chilling wounds that briefly chill the raging flames beneath the spots that they strike.

Gersham chuckles as the slug stops, buried deep inside her as inths spines jab into the walls of pussy so as not to be dislonged as it begins to stretch then contract as it strethches out in her to imposssible lengths as it pulsed inside her, the simple organism sweeping through her body.

He conured a simple vial of water to his hand and dumped it over her splashing it against her then a moment later the wispy hands of the shadow demon swept over her chilling the water so that it formed frost against the wet skin.

Fire and ice ...

A dozen more reasons to scream in as many seconds. To burn and shiver at the same time while the horrid slug inside her stirs her base desires. At least the frozen over wounds don't bleed very much.

The worst was seeing that the cacophony of heat and cold was damaging the bones that bound her to the turf, weakening them, but she had not the strength to lift herself against them. The will, the will she had in droves, but her battered body lay still growing as numb to the freezing assault as it was her her urge to somehow keep fighting...

He smiled at her, though he could feel the pain etched on her features he sat back on his haunches. He had not asked her yet allowing the torture to continue, hold against cold as the Eratus slug within her anchored itself to the walls of her body with those poisonous barbs that injected her with that horrid burning sensation as it stretched back along the path it had taken.

Throbbing against her as it expanded, the mouth opens in a quest to collect her juices somewhat as it moves inside her forcefully as it tries to reap the rewards of her own body.

The shadow strikes at her a few times and Gersham smirks as he watches. He cannot resist reaching out with that drugging touch as his finger captures and then twirls against her nipple.

He leans forward taking his lips and wrapping them about the soft globe as the shadow breaks up into nothingness leaving her alone with him and that slug as he caresses her breast with his lips.

There's not much juices left for the slug to collect, even the most potent of lusts can only do so much with a body short on everything but inexhaustible will. Inexhaustible will doesn't do anything about there being only so much water and blood inside her, both things steadily dwindling.

Her breath comes slowly, raggedly between gurgling whimpers and choking screams.

"You'll have nothing from me that i've the power to deny you. i'll give you my name only when i carve it in your cooling corpse. The reaper's the only man worth trusting."