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 lots 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 frightening place, a ghastly hall,
disorienting like the insides of a 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 much 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 while his balls scraped the floor,
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 and the conceited.
All of which made the minions cheer,
as they waded through the wriggling fracas without 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 crooked fat lips,
which he took away from chewing some old bastard’s private bits.
The unfinished meal belonged 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 mercy,
so he swallowed the brute’s cock and balls without truancy.
Then nodded his beefy fingers at The Girl, ‘What took you so long my Dear?!’
‘Oh yeah, 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 took to my hole.
They rubbed it and poked it and filled it with dribble,
which I scooped up with my fingers and tasted without quibble.’
‘Oh, you’re delectable! Which makes me wonder,
if The Big One had sent you down here in a blunder?’
The Girl told her story while the minions sat on the ground,
cross-legged and listened to her words spell-bound.
‘The Big One made The Boy first then me out of The Boy’s rib,
(which I honestly thought was a bit of a quip).
Then settled us in a 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.
My body tingled as we rested under the shade of The Tree,
The Boy fondled the cherries upon my breasts until they grew big,
sending the rest of my pink bits titillating, then bursting like a ripened fig.’
‘I thought it would be nice to return the favour,
so, I tickled The Boy’s velvety rod of 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.
‘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 in 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 it over his enormous chin,
but as soon as he tasted it, his head began to spin.
He 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.’
The Girl grinned an innocent smile,
eyes flaming like ambers, all the while,
The Beast’s staggered and dropped hard to the floor,
followed by a mighty bang … The Beast was no more.
The explosion shook the chamber splattering it with 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, wearing a red 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 new guest said, ‘it’s clear!’
‘Oh, come sit on my lap and tell me all about it, my Dear … ’