Shared Experience in Agony

After a failed attempt at destroying humanity by releasing a bioweapon known as the T-Virus, upon Raccoon City. Yes, everyone thought it was an accident, or a screw up of a scientist at the Umbrella Corporation, but it was me. Vydija a succubus from Hell, under orders of the Red Goddess, the supreme empress of Hell. Unfortunately I lost, got my ass kicked by the some of Earth's most annoying so called heroes, Powergirl, Thor, Wonder Woman, Sam and Dean Winchester, Powergirl's boy toy sidekick Blue Marvel, and a few others I don't care enough about to name. Who managed to out fight me, trap me inside a devil's trap, and exorcised me out of the human woman I was possessing at the time.

Before I was banished back to Hell, I grabbed my closet follower, Taylor Swift. A world famous pop star, who is secretly a satanic witch, who sold her soul to me, and devoted herself to me, in exchange for more fame and fortune than she already had. I couldn't leave my "pet" Taylor Swift behind, so grabbed her and dragged her body and soul to Hell with me. That's how we both ended up coming through a portal from the mortal realm, and crash landing into a literal river of blood. I managed to swim up to the surface with no problem, but when I look around for Taylor. All I see is the hellish landscape around me, the river of blood I'm currently in, but no Taylor Swift. Meaning she's still stuck under the surface, probably drowning and panicking. So I swim back down into the bloody depths, where I find her, and pull her up to surface with me, by the collar of her jacket. Taylor and I come up to surface, I take a deep breath of the hellish air. That smells of ozone, sulfur, and the iron rich scent of blood, and flesh. A smell I adore, and missed while I was on earth. Taylor on the other hand, is gasping for air, flailing arms around in a panic. When she wipes her eyes, and gets a good look at our surroundings. She screams in panic and horror, as she finds herself swimming in a literal river of blood. While surrounded by the obsidian spires, and cliffs, twisted terrain of flesh, bone and blood, under the amber skies of Hell. "What the... Where the fuck are we!" Taylor sobs, while looking around.

"Home sweet home, honey. Now shut the fuck up, and swim. The shore's not too far away." I said, after growing annoyed at the mortal woman's panicked sobbing. My voice back to its normal gutteral, raspy, inhuman sound.

I lead the way, as we swim for the nearest piece of dry land. Which happens to be a rocky, jagged, obsidian shoreline on the edge of the river. That I wade up onto and sit down on the rocky shore, blood dripping off my naked body as I'm watching Taylor as she crawls up out of the river. Still obviously, and understandably overwhelmed by everything around her. It's not exactly every day thing, that a living person, finds themself in Hell.

"Look I get it. All this is a bit too much to process all at once. Especially for your tiny, slow, mortal mind. But the sooner you accept it, the better you'll be, maybe. You're in Hell, sweetie." I said. As I look at her, black leather jacket, white cotton sweater crop top, and torn cut offs jeans shorts, soaked in blood and clinging to her body. That's also covered in blood, along with her hair and skin all soaked in blood.

The way her bloody wet clothes is clinging to her young, slim, athletic body. Making it kinda difficult for me, not to give into my own demonic nature, and rape her right there on the spot.

"Hell, I'm in hell?" Taylor finally said, as she crawls further on the rocks, and sits down next to me.

"How did I get here, if I'm still alive?" She said. As she sits there thinking.

"I grabbed you, and dragged you down with me. I was going back to Hell, there was no stopping that. I had to take my pet with me. Haha." I said. Mocking her situation a bit. As I chuckle.

"What!?" Taylor said, with mixed anger and confusion. "You dragged me down here with you!? Why the fuck did you drag me with you!?" She said, she stands up and is basically yelling at me.

"Hey watch who you're yelling at little bitch!" I said, as I stand up and get in her face. 

Taylor quickly backs up, out of fear. When she sees my eyes turn black, and blood begins dripping from my eyes. I even magically manifest a sword made of flesh, and bone, into my hand. As my demonic rage comes out a little.

"Don't forget you serve me. Besides you would've ended up here anyway when you died. You did sell your soul to me, a demon, a priestess of lust, loyal servant and lover of the Red Goddess after all." I said. Again mocking her, and her pointless outburst.

"I thought I'd at least get a lifetime of enjoying the life, and career I built before then." She said, as she sits back down on the ground.

"Well, I guess not. Now you get an ever shorter lifetime of being fuck meat for every demon in Hell. Until you die, and your soul ends up being fuck meat for all eternity. You made your bed, cunt, now lay in it." I said as stand up. Flicking my tail, letting the most of blood finish drip drying off my naked body.

"Wait, where are you going?" Taylor said. The panic in her voice beginning to surface again. As she's on her hands and knees looking up at me.

A sight I definitely approve of, especially from someone so beautiful, with such an amazing body. Completely untouched, and uncorrupted by the creatures of the Abyss, well for the moment any way. I think to myself.

"I'm going home. My lair is about a day's walk from here. I can get there with no problem. Most demons fear me, and those that don't. Never live long enough to know any different. But you on the other hand." I said. As put my hand on her face, and gently stroke her cheek. "You wouldn't last a second, out here without me."

"But you said I'm your servant. Doesn't that mean you'll protect me?" Taylor said. As she stands up. Her blood soaked jacket, crop top and shorts still clinging to her body.

"I honestly don't know why I should. I mean, I honestly couldn't care less if lived or not" I said. As stand in front of her. Checking her out, my eyes linger especially on her bloody thighs, as my mind wanders about what's in between them. Hidden by those short jeans shorts.

Taylor must've noticed where I was looking as well, because she removes her jacket, and then puts her hands on her hips, pushing out her chest, and small perky tits, under the blood soaked crop top, that I can see is raised by her stiff wet nipples under the shirt. Giving me a better view of her upper body, in that bloody crop top. The sight of her tiny waist, and flat, toned stomach and bellybutton. Making my demonic nether regions quiver.

"You little tease. Is that how you got famous, pimpin yourself out to the first big wig you can find?" I said, as a rhetorical question. "Alright you little slut, I'll protect. After all you are my pet, if I let you die. Then I won't have a new toy to play with." I said, as I start walking a circle around Taylor. Getting closer, so I can get a better look. Noticing the blood on her soft skin, is starting to dry.

"There is an easier way of keeping an eye on you, and keeping us moving at the same time." I said.

"What would that be?" Taylor said, as she feels my hot breath on the back of her neck.

"I possess you, well your body." I said.

"What. I don't know." Taylor said.

"Think about it. Your human, with human body. You're going to start getting hungry soon, you can always eat the creatures that roam the wilderness. But you don't know how to hunt them. You're going to get dehydrated, and there's no water in Hell. If you let me possess you, I can keep alive, and healthy while you're here in Hell. I'll let you have control whenever you want, I'll just take a back seat in your subconscious while you drive. Then when you get tired. You can take a nap in your subconscious, while I steer the wheel." I said.

Taylor looks at me, I guess finding it suspicious that I would bring up possession now.

"You could just possess me anyway, no matter if agreed to it or not, right?" Taylor said.

"Yes of course. It's more fun that way, but can get fucking annoying. When you have the other person, constantly fucking yelling at you, and telling you to leave. A willing vessel is easier." I said. "You really don't have any other options. Well none that are good for you." I said.

Taylor takes a moment to think again, something that I was starting to get annoyed with. I could just force my way in.

But then a Chort demon, which huge, hulking monstrous race of lesser demons. That stand 9 feet tall, heavily muscled, has really bad tunnel vision, very strong and aggressive, and love raping female demons and female martyr (naked human souls tormented in hell). Walks by, startling Taylor. She quickly agrees to being possessed.

After that I begin the possession ritual, which in hell, requires a quick incantation, followed by a passionate kiss on the lips. The second our lips touch, my demonic form dissolves into a cloud of black smoke, as it's sucked into Taylor's mouth. As I quickly invade her body, bones, eyes, ears, mouth, every cell, nerve and atom in her body, her mind, everything except her soul. That's the part that remains in the subconscious. Once I have total control of her body, and able to see through her eyes, and even use her mouth to speak. I take moment to get used to my new vessel. I even take the opportunity to feel up her body, my arousal from earlier getting stronger.

That's when Taylor speaks up, her voice speaking to me inside my head, or our head.

"Enjoying yourself I see." Taylor said, as she can feel what I'm doing with her hands. As I reach down, and cup her nice, firm, perky, little ass with our hands, and give it squeeze. I can feel my new pussy starting to get moist as I squeeze and grope Taylor's ass, our ass. 

Then I unbutton the shorts, pull down the zipper, pull hook my thumbs over the waistband, begin pushing the shorts down, while wiggling my hips out of the shorts.Then I start sliding the shorts down our long, toned, shapely legs. That I proceed to caress.

"Oh I haven't even started, my dear." I said. Out loud, as I rip off the black thong that's clinging to my new ass, and covering my new pussy. When I rip off the Taylor's black, lacey thong. I bring it to my nose, and sniff it. Enjoying the scent of her, or our juices.

"What, are you doing!?" Taylor said, mentally.

"My body now, my little bitch. I can do whatever I want to it. And don't act like you don't like it. I know all about your dirty little secrets. The kind that you hide from your fans." I said. As I sit down on the ground. Spread my legs, and start playing with my new pussy. While the bloody shorts are bunched up around our ankles.

"Ooh fuuck." I said, moaning as I rub our clit. Feeling the wonder, tingling sensation starting at our cunt, and spreading throughout my body, well our body.

I can hear Taylor's sweet sounding moans and whimpers, as she tries to resist the pleasure. I know she's feeling, because I'm feeling it too.

"Oh don't fight it, my pet. I know you're liking it. We share the same physical sensations, the same consciousness. Pain and pleasure shared equally." I said. Before continuing to pleasure myself, with Taylor Swift's body.

An experience I can feel her starting to enjoy, even if she tries to deny it. As her crying and begging me to stop, in my head. Gradually turns into moans, whimpers and cries of pleasure, as she's begging me not to stop. While I'm laying on our back, on the rocky shore, beside the river of blood. I quickly pull off the boots Taylor was wearing, and then kick off the shorts. I spread my legs, our legs wide as I'm start roughly jamming three fingers in our pussy, with one hand. Rubbing my clit with my thumb, as I'm jackhammering my fingers deep into my cunt. My cries of pleasure, and now pain, mix with Taylor's internal cries, as pinch my clit, and twist it violently. Quickly bringing myself to an intense orgasm, as Taylor is experiencing, her own forced orgasm as our cunt is gushing all over the jagged rocky shore underneath our body. Our screams of pleasure mixed with pain, echo out across the hellish landscape, as Taylor and I share this first in many long line of intimate, and adventurous moments in Hell.