Once upon a time, The Girl, a pretty little thing in a flowing white gown,
precariously clinging to her cherry-topped breasts and a garden-fresh bum,
was slipping and sliding through the circles of doom,
towards The Inferno and its endless gloom.
Meanwhile, The Beast, was having a great old time,
with the naughty folk sent to him by The Big One.
The poor peeps were condemned for their Earthly transgressions,
to be dealt with by The Beast, a master of these type of professions.
The Beast loved debauchery. It was his job as well as his leisure,
which he fulfilled with candour commitment and vast amounts of pleasure.
He practiced his trade with a bag full of tricks and toys,
sadomasochism, bondage, scat, you name it, all in his repertoire of choice.
The Beast churned through his work in gruesome bloody chambers,
where ghastly spectres and shadows danced lit up by ambers.
Not a green leaf, nor a chirping bird twirled around the walls of stone,
The Inferno furnished only with an arched gate and a centre-stage throne.
It was a horrid place, a ghastly infinite hall,
disorienting like the insides of a spinning mirror ball.
Like a monster’s belly, filled with rotting flesh and bones,
manned by an army of ghouls scampering between blistering stones.
The ghouls loved their master and they loved his shows.
They loved the ear-splitting shrieking that bounced off the walls.
They cowered and sniggered as The Beast stood over the decadent,
ploughing through them with his audacious cock without causing himself torment.
With fire-breathing snout, flaming horns two meters in height,
The Beast was truly an arresting sight.
He ripped through the poor earthly villains, while roaring ‘Repent,
for you have reached your wretched end!’Â
The sinful screamed, as The Beast pounded their holes,
with no prejudice, or preference, or woes.
He thumped them to the rhythm of his balls scraping the floor,
pulping them into oblivion, until there was nothing more to explore.
This one liked little boys, and this one stole weed.
This one lied and this one made someone else bleed.
This one called The Big One’s name in vain and this one cheated,
the selfish, the proud, the lazy, the drunk, the conceited.
All of which made the minions cheer,
as they waded through the wriggling fracas without any fear,
scrambling over what used to be bodies with souls,
now only steaming piles of useless left-over loaves.
When she finally arrived, The Girl slid and slopped on bodily oozes,
to stop on her tush by The Beast’s thundering hooves.
At the sight of the new arrival, the minions howled with joy,
for The Girl’s dress, tattered and torn, offered a prospect for much wicked ploy.
The Beast turned to The Girl and grinned with his crooked fat lips,
which he took away from chewing some old bastard’s private bits.
The unfinished meal belonging to a rapist who took minors to bed,
and with whom The Beast would much rather play chess instead.
But The Beast wasn’t in the business of compassion or mercy,
so he swallowed the brute’s cock and balls without further truancy.
Then nodded his beefy fingers at The Girl, ‘What took you so long my Dear?!’
‘Oh yeah, it seems I have taken my time on the way here!’
‘Well, there were spectres and ghosts all of whom wanted my soul,
among the dark nooks and crannies they took my hole.
They rubbed and poked and prodded and filled it with warm dribble,
which I scooped up with my fingers and tasted without any quibble.’
‘Oh, you’re delectable my child! Which makes me wonder,
if The Big One had sent you down here in a blunder?’
The Girl began to tell her story while the minions sat on the ground
cross-legged and listened to her words in awe, spell-bound.
‘The Big One made The Boy out of clay and me out of The Boy’s rib,
(which I thought was pretty disrespectful and honestly a bit of a quip).
Then settled us in a lush garden to frolic with creatures big and small,
The Snake ending up my favourite pet of them all.’
‘The Big One told us not to play with our bits, which I thought was weird,
especially as he made me seat on his lap and fondle his long … beard.’
‘I bet he did, the dirty old geezer…! Then what? Tell me more!’
Shouted The Beast, sending sparks flying to the floor.
‘Tired one day, The Boy and I, laid down for a cuddle or three.
I told him my body tingled as we rested in the shade of The Tree,
The Boy fondled the two cherries upon my chest until they grew big,
sending the rest of my pink bits titillating, then bursting like a ripe fig.’
‘I thought it would be nice to return the favour,
so, I tickled The Boy’s velvety rod that had a musky flavour.
The Snake cheered us on, so we thought we were being good,
instead, The Big One came down on me with a thundering hoot.’
‘He told me I was a rotten apple and sent me downstairs!
But I’m not rotten at all, just have a look at my juicy wares!’
With these words and a twinkle in her amber eyes,
The Girl spread her plump intoxicating thighs.
The Beast, done with all the talking and dizzy with lust,
for the exposed pink hole which he was now dying to bust.
With his ferocious cock in hand, ready to jerk,
he roared ‘Kneel on the ground and get to work.’
The Girl obliged, because she was courteous,
while the minions tittered, for The Beast’s knob was enormous.
‘Oh, delicious!’ She cooed as she sucked, interrupting for giggles,
while slapping The Beast’s balls as they bounced in front of her nipples.
The Beast’s throat frothed up with great yearning,
‘Enough of the foreplay, time for the main serving!’
He flipped The Girl onto her back and pushed his throbbing prize,
inside the hole between her springy pink thighs.
She moaned in appreciation and reverence
of every thrust which The Beast dished out with persistence.
His banging sent ambers flying in a flaming clump,
through the cavern with every pump.
The Beast’s charcoal flesh clashed with The Girl’s radiant back tail,
along which now trickles of blood started to sail.
The Beast licked it clean, smearing his enormous chin,
but as soon as he tasted it, his head began to spin.
The Beast cursed in pain without control,
‘Why is it burning?!’ He hollered. ‘What is wrong with your hole?!’
‘Why, nothing is wrong with my hole.’ The Girl said coyly. ‘It’s brand new!’
‘Brand new?! But it had been done on the way here by the entire Inferno crew!’
‘Well, yes. They had my mouth and the little pink round
hole at the back of my mound.
Not this one, you are in right now.
Oh no, Dear Sir, that’s a holy one!’
‘But I’m not allowed … virgins.’ The Beast said as he stumbled.
‘It’s against The Big One’s rules!’ He mournfully mumbled.
Words stuck in his throat, as if choking on a stiletto,
Which dropped his booming voice from baritone down to falsetto.
He then tippled around like a drunk in the night.
Horns shooting steam and deflated chest making a very sad sight.Â
The minions shook with fear and ran around rife,
for never have they seen their master in strife.
The Beast hollered and howled, wailed and lumbered,
‘I thought you were a cock-loving slut!’
‘A slut I might be, I sure like to have fun,
but until now I was a pure one.’
She added inverted commas to the word ‘pure’, and grinned an innocent smile,
eyes flaming like ambers, all the while,
The Beast’s staggering, dropped hard to the floor,
accompanied by a mighty bang … The Beast was no more.
The explosion shook the chamber splattering it with warm beastly meat,
which the minions, not seeing a reason for waste, began to eat.
The Girl wiped her face off the beastly remains, licked her fingers clean,
then stepped up to the throne, completing the unprecedented scene.
And all turned quiet … until a knock at the gate announced a new guest.
A young woman stumbled through, clearly in the need of a rest.
Dazed and confused, and wearing a red chiffon cape,
and sporting two bloodied dots on her lovely nape.
Our Girl (for surely, she is our kind!) cleared her throat and said,
‘What brings you here my scrumptious beauty in red?’
‘Something bit me,’ the lovely guest said, ‘it’s clear!’
‘Oh, the naughty Dracula! Come sit on my lap and tell me all about it, my Dear … ’