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By Baby-Dolly Selina · Posted
sure I would love to continue it that writer block is tough but it aint your fault -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
83. Arrivals The airport was a familiar scene to Tess. They were the same all around the world, even when they did things in a different order. Tess thought she’d arrived at this one before, although she couldn’t remember for sure. There were people moving in all directions, trying to work out where to go next. Tess saw a huge room with a forest of waist-high poles sticking up from the ground, a labyrinth of tapes stretched between them. Somewhere at the far side were customs desks, where they would be checking the status of everyone coming into the country from Europe. She looked over her shoulder briefly and saw a machine dispensing cheap coffee at an inflated price; and on the other side quite a few people running to the bathroom. The queues were short now. Her flight was already twenty minutes later than they had expected due to an unusual headwind, whatever that meant, and she knew that if she took a five minute break now, it would add at least half an hour onto her time coming out of customs. She shrugged and paced rapidly towards the back of the queues. She didn’t stop moving even while she glanced at the overhead signs to see where to join the green process (“citizens returning from countries with a 138.81c reciprocal security agreement”) queue. She stood a polite distance from the back of the person in front, and pulled out her phone to send Ffrances and Gabby a message saying that she had arrived; and to let her parents know that she was back on the ground. Her instincts were proved right less than ten minutes later, by which time a good portion of the queue in front of her had already been dealt with. The doors behind her opened again and a crowd of people surged into the room. The next flight to arrive after hers, she presumed. The open spaces at that end of the room were filled with people pushing past each other and talking at cross purposes. Anyone coming out of the bathrooms now would find a solid queue that might take an hour to process. Even in the green lane, which was among the fastest moving, it looked like the queue was more than double the length it had been when Tess arrived. While she waited, Tess found time to do some important things as well. Like booking a doctor’s appointment through a confidential clinic’s mobile app. It meant she would have to travel to the far side of Ashfields, but it also meant that there was no chance anyone she knew, or their relatives, would find out about the problems she had been having. Once that was done, she alternated between playing Bubble Hunt Magnate on her phone and looking at the people around her as the queues moved in different directions. Some of the lines were moving a lot slower than others, and there were people dressed in so many different styles that she could only guess at where in the world they might have come from. Watching people wasn’t much entertainment, but it meant that her phone’s battery would probably last until she could meet up with Ffrances. She was a little excited by that; not least because she was thinking about being hypnotised again and all the fantasies that it might help her to fulfil; not just because Ffrances’s words had been dripping into the back of her mind while she listened to that recording earlier and she was eager to find out how it could make her feel. But also because she’d received a message on the way to say that Ffrances had something good to show her if Gabby wasn’t sticking her nose in. She didn’t actually know who would be coming to pick her up today; it all depended on how tired Ffrances was after a hectic week of volunteering in addition to an already packed schedule, and whether Gabby could manage to entertain herself for a day. But Tess knew she would be able to see Ffrances and find out what this message was sooner or later, and she was sure it would be something to get excited over. In a lot of ways, Ffrances seemed to spend her whole life being strong for other people, as if giving everyone else what they wanted was some kind of obligation. That was the main reason that Tess was going to go through with this childish Christmas scenario. She wanted to see Ffrances getting what she wanted for a change. As the front of the line grew closer, she started getting impatient. She had an empty water bottle in her hand now, passing it from one hand to the other. It wouldn’t quite fit into her pocket, and there was nowhere within reach that she could throw it away. But more importantly, it felt like it had been an hour or more since she got off the plane. She knew the lines were long, but they shouldn’t be moving this slowly. She should have stopped to use the bathroom before joining the queue, even if that would have meant another half hour standing in line. The pressure in her bladder was starting to feel urgent now. But she felt calmer about it when she saw that there were only six people in front of her now. It wouldn’t be long before the uniformed man at the desk was glancing over her forms and asking about her souvenirs. She tried to take her mind off it for a second, sending another XV message to Spike with the news that she was back in the same country, and asking if he would like to meet up sometime soon. Then there were only five people in front. Tess hopped from one foot to the other, trying to find a comfortable way to stand. She hoped she didn’t look too nervous; but this was probably one situation where her size and baby face would help her. She clearly wasn’t some political dissident or drug mule trying to smuggle who-knew-what into the country. She squirmed again, suddenly nervous. Three people in front of her. She checked her phone again, but the only response to her messages was from Ffrances. She typed out a reply, saying that she was almost at the front of the line. Apparently Gabby was here too; Ffrances hadn’t been able to dissuade her from coming, but Tess didn’t really mind that. She would find out the news sooner or later, and the flight had already left her feeling tired. She just wanted to get through customs, and take the weight off her feet. Not to mention the pressure off her bladder. She looked up from her phone. There was a desk ahead, with a man in uniform behind it. He was currently speaking to an elderly couple, and then it would be Tess’s turn. The older man seemed a little confused, but she didn’t think it would be too long before she could step forward. She couldn’t look at the other lines anymore; she was between a slalom of high security screens now, almost back into the real world. Her phone vibrated in her hand, and she glanced down to see who the new message was from. “Are you okay, Miss?” a man in a security uniform greeted her, and she looked up again. “Yes,” she said, glancing around. He probably thought she was a child separated from her parents; so she needed to be polite and dismiss him as quickly as possible. She was almost out of here now. She pressed her legs together, hoping it wouldn’t be too long before she could walk to the desk and present her papers. “Nearly home.” “Can you come this way please?” Tess had almost turned away, and was starting to step forward as she saw the old people move away from the desk. She glanced to the man who was speaking, and then back to the guy behind the desk. “I’m at the front of the queue, I need to–” “Come with me, please.” His voice was firmer this time, but still trying to sound kind. He posed in a way that drew her attention to the badge on his uniform. She sighed, guessing that this wasn’t something she could just talk her way out of. She walked with him to a door at the side of the room, and averted her eyes as he punched an access code into a keypad. She hoped that this wasn’t going to take too long; but now all her plans had been derailed and she could only follow instructions and hope this wouldn’t take too long. He led her into a long waiting room, with a dozen chairs fixed to one wall and four doors on the opposite side. He asked to see her passport, and scanned it with a tablet; probably getting a copy of her ID. He quickly explained that this was just a routine interview; that a portion of travellers were selected at random for a spot check on their paperwork and luggage. Slightly more in depth than the standard inspection, but in no way indicating that she had done anything wrong. “Can I use the bathroom?” she asked, desperation finally overcoming her desire to get this over with. She was sure that an in-depth inspection would take more than ten minutes, and by now she was really starting to wish that she had been less impatient when she got off the plane. Sure, she might have been still in the middle of the line waiting for customs, and she was sure she would be regretting it. But she probably would have escaped this extra-long interview, and she was sure her wait would have been more comfortable. “Someone will be with you right away,” he said. “Just wait here for now.” And he turned and left, closing the door behind him. Tess wasn’t entirely surprised to see that it was locked. Instead of a door handle, there was only some kind of card reader. This place could be where people under suspicion were brought while a proper decision was made. That could have explained why there was no restroom here either; they didn’t want to give anyone a chance of disposing of evidence. What kind of evidence, she had no idea. She was kind of aware that the security people here were supposed to guard against contrabandistors bringing whatever they were carrying into the country; which was why the green line offered a quicker inspection if you were coming from a country that had a good reputation for screening people at the other end. But aside from a vague notion of narcotics and weapons, she had little idea what people might actually be trying to smuggle through. She didn’t know what they were going to ask her, either, or whether she would be searched. Her knowledge of airport procedures and protocols around the world was quite detailed, but only on the right side of the law. She should have taken a seat, but she felt the need to keep moving now. To keep hoping that one of the doors would open and somebody would appear to whom she could repeat her request. She paced a dozen steps, wondering how soon ‘right away’ was likely to be. There was no sign of activity, and then she couldn’t take another step. She stopped and pressed her legs tightly together, hoping she could delay the inevitable; but it was already too late. She felt her bladder give up under the pressure, and then a rush of warmth. Glancing down, she found herself grateful that she was already wearing a diaper. At the side of the room, there was an electronic buzz, and a light came on over one of the doors. It opened a fraction, just a second too late. Tess struggled to stop peeing, but her muscles wouldn’t respond. She stood frozen in place, whimpering quietly while she slipped her phone back into her pocket. When the flow finally stopped, she walked through the door to see what was in store. Now, more than ever, she wanted to get this interview over with. -
Yeah I get that ig I was just having writers block for a bit and I may have forgotten about our rp so that is my bad but I can write a response soon I guess -
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If I were in charge of torture in hell, I’d go about it just like Nia does. Torturing someone with pain is all well and good. But making sure a person is transformed in that way—that’s much more entertaining. Especially with sexists. Just imagine a Trump or a Merz (German chancellor) being transformed like that. I’d find that absolutely entertaining. -
By LittleFallenPrincess · Posted
Chapter 3: Home Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 2 - Anger – LittleFallenPrincess Zirgraxul. One demon I had never expected to see again. After he failed to bring me back to Hell, causing his supervisor to come try and get me and return me to Hell all that time ago, back when I was freshly summoned by Victoria… he just kinda… disappeared. Probably punished for failing to bring me back. But no one ever told me what his punishment was. So clearly he’s been demoted, back to torturing souls rather than hunting escaped ones… or escaped demons. “Been a while…” I mumbled, awkwardly, hoping he’s forgotten all about everything that happened. “What are you doing in Hell? Shouldn’t you be up with your girl back up on Earth? Lucifer gave you a pass to be free from Hell, I would’ve thought you’d never come back after receiving that. Xelmath didn’t. She fucked off Satan-knows-where… and I’m stuck doing grunt work.” “Yeah I’m just here to see my si-” SHIT. ABORT. THEY DON’T KNOW YOU ARE AN EX-ANGEL AND LUCI IS YOUR SISTER! “Si-Sinful Master… Lord Lucifer.” Good job, Nia. Totally saved it. It would be chaos if the other demons found out they used to be angels. Everyone would be wondering if they were human or angel and Lucifer would struggle to contain it all. So I better keep shush on the whole ‘I’m a part-angel thing’. “Been a while since you came to Hell. I assume you’re lost… again?” “Maybe.” “Look. I’m not going to suddenly be nice to the person who ruined my career path. But… I also understand that you had a pretty unique way of coming up with punishments for your souls...” “Having trouble with this one?” I asked, assuming he was asking for help… in a very awkward, demon way. Demons don’t usually ask for help. I looked behind him to see a bored, boring, brown haired, mousey-looking human with the most generic beard possible. He looked like the default guy in most games’ character creators. He was the most bland, boring, average guy ever. Typical office guy from every office movie. Probably watches sports, does nothing interesting or exciting, eats the blandest shit ever. And he had the most unimpressed face on him. Clearly whatever Zirky was doing wasn’t working. This guy was bored and the furthest from agony or torment as you could get. “Tried pain? That’s usually our siblings' go-to method,” I replied, rolling my eyes at how boring and predictable demons can be. Not all… just most. Give them a person to do whatever they want to, with the only order being to torture them for all of eternity… and they instantly jump to the pointy sticks and fire. Putting fruit in places where fruit shouldn’t go. Just… pain. That’s it. That’s all they’ve got. And even the more intelligent demons, the ones who come up with Hell rooms like this and instruct the dumb demons how to run them… they’re still not great, clearly, as this guy looks more bored than he does tortured. “Not yet. But that’s why I’m asking you. What would you do in this situation?” “Why ask me though, when you could do it the easy way?” “Because I want to be better. I want to prove that I deserve my old job back. So… and please understand how much this pains me to do… I’m asking you for advice. How would you torture this guy?” “Gimme his chart.” Zirky walked over, pulling out his chart out of thin air, and handed it to me. A quick scan of all this guy’s information and I knew exactly what to do. “Feminise him,” I said, with all the confidence in the world. “Huh?” “Feminise him. He’s a misogynistic piece of shit. He’s bored of you. You’re a man. So change it up, and then force-fem him.” “Change it up?” “You know… appear as a hot woman. His female manager. As if you care about what gender you are. Him, on the other hand, he looks down on women.” “Won’t he just look down on me then? Surely that affects the power balance?” “You still have your powers in this room. So use that against him. It’ll torture him deep within his soul to be put in his place and feminised by a woman who is ‘smaller and weaker’ than him. Despite there being absolutely nothing humiliating about being a woman… he believes there is. So use it against him.” “You really are a weird one… Nia. Sorry… I don’t think that will-” Before he could finish that sentence, I had to prove my point. So I pushed past him, putting on my semi-glamour as I walked towards the human sitting at his desk. Slamming my hand down beside him, the human looked at me, completely unimpressed. And I could feel the mocking expression coming from behind me from Zirky. “I heard you’ve been failing to submit your reports.” “Yeah doll. And? Who cares? What are you going to do, report me to HR?” I turned back to Zirky, who had the smuggest look right now. “Power. Give. Now.” Zirgraxul rolled his eyes before snapping his fingers, allowing the power of this Hell room to flow into me once again. Dad… I missed this rush of power. “Doll? Oh sweetheart… you’re the only doll here…” I snapped my fingers, and the human’s eyes widened. “Why… why can’t I move?” “Because I’m playing dress-up, silly!” “HUH?” “Now stay still. You still need a lot of work before you can be played with by all the boys in the office. Let's start with that pretty face of yours. Those lips need to be much thicker.” “HUH?” was all he could utter as he was completely frozen by my magic. So another snap, and his lips inflated. His facial hair disintegrated. His eyebrows were shaped and makeup started spreading across his face. I forgot how fun this was, finding people’s weak spots. It wasn’t always men, there are a lot of women I’ve had to torture in Hell too. Men just tend to have the easier methods of torture to work with though. And this specific one was all too common, sadly. The guy was mumbling, trying to speak through his bimbo-sized lips, but I couldn’t understand him. So another snap of my fingers and his desk and all the cubicles in the office disappeared, allowing all his faceless colleagues around us to watch as I got closer and lifted the man into a standing position with zero exertion on my part. It was as if he weighed… as much as a blow up sex doll. Which makes sense, considering… I kicked his chair, causing it to roll away and collide with a filing cabinet, then focused all my attention on the guy who was looking terrified right now. Probably his first time being scared too, clearly Zirky was getting nowhere with this guy… now he’s realised something is up. A flick of my wrist and his crappy budget suit slipped off his body, pooling around his feet on the floor, before disappearing with a flash of fire. Completely naked, head of a bimbo, body of a pathetic thirty seven year old guy who put way too much effort into going to the gym and not enough learning how to become a better person… I was going to enjoy this. “Well clearly you don’t need those muscles for your new job,” I began. “New… job…?” he asked, though it came out much more like ‘Ew ob?’ “You don’t need muscles for getting lunch orders or answering phones. You just need huge tits and a pretty smile to entertain your misogynistic bosses who allowed you to get away with the shit you did in your office. Isn’t that what you said to Danielle? Steph? Adriana? The list goes on. Those poor women. Ignored and betrayed by the company that promised they would protect them… from you. But no, you were all buddy-buddy with your boss, so he made it all go away. Including those poor women, who got fired. All because you couldn’t keep it in your pants and couldn’t keep your hands off their arses.” Okay maybe I was directing a lot of anger about this subject to him. But hey, he’s part of the problem. And I had an idea that was really going to fuck him up. With another snap of my fingers… his eyes widened in fear. The mass from his muscles disappeared in an instant, instead being redistributed to various parts of his body. Mostly his hips, his arse, and his soon-to-be giant tits. He sees women as walking eye candy. He sees our form as a humiliating way to live. So I’ll give him that. And I’ll make it even more interesting when I do. He looked down at the huge pair of norks on his chest, and you could see the fear in his eyes. He deserved this. I had gained a lot of empathy back from my time on Earth with my friends, after it was taken from me in the transformation after the fall from Heaven. And because of that, I wouldn’t go as far as my other siblings would with this… but I will make sure this guy regrets what he did during his life. So he’ll serve coffee and grab lunch orders and be groped and hit on by all his colleagues, including his old boss… but nothing more. As much as this guy probably deserves it. I’m a demon… but I’m also half angel now, at least I think I am. So he gets just a taste of his own medicine. Half angel… fuck. I can’t be getting too into this. I have a job to do. A certain sister to see. Sorry ‘Daniel’, I’ll have to leave you with Zirky. But because I can’t have people think I only half-arse things… One more snap of my fingers and everything changed. His dick? Tiny. And locked up in a chastity cage. Huge hips and extremely grabbable arse. Then a white blouse with half the buttons undone, revealing the lacy bra underneath. Pencil skirt. Thong. High heels that made him struggle to walk in. His hair grew out in seconds, turning bleach-blonde. He looked like the typical bimbo secretary that a lot of people like him see women as. But my pièce de résistance? I made every single coworker in that office look like his old self. Everyone but his boss. So he’d endure all the shit he did to those women… done by himself. And his boss would just cheer them all on, like his boss did with him when he harassed all those women who worked with him. “Okay… I can see why some people say you’re creative. I never would’ve thought of that…” Zirky said, standing by the exit to the Hell room. “Lucifer. Now. Show me,” I demanded. “You’re… different.” “You’re not the only one who thinks that. None of our siblings have recognised me. They’ve all been ‘Ma’am’ing me. It’s driving me nuts.” “I did sense something off about you,” Zirky replied, raising his eyebrow at me. “Maybe it's because you actually knew me before I… anyway… where’s Lucifer? It’s important.” “Next door.” Okay… maybe I overreacted a little to that revelation. Or maybe I underreacted. Depends who you ask. But to spend all that time wandering around the hallways of Hell… being told various different things, being treated like I’m some weird stranger… And then Zirky plays with me like that? I’m just glad he didn’t take back control of the room until I had left. That giant Nanny putting both Daniel and Zirky in baby bouncers will remind both of them not to fuck with me. Especially not when I’m in this mood. They’re both going to spend some time as helpless little perma-padded babies, being humiliated and teased by their ‘Nanny’ until I’m done with my sister. And maybe a bit more time after that. It really was next door. If I had just continued one more door I wouldn’t have had to go through that whole detour with Zirky. Fuck. Nevermind. I’m here now. Fuck knocking too. And just as I was about to knock on the door, it opened, as if it was expecting me. But a second later, and my disappointment returned as two figures left. Two people I hadn’t seen in a long time. “Niazriel!” said the woman with wavey brunette hair and a gorgeous smile. “It’s been too long. We were just coming to see your sister. She says you finally got your memories back! Sadly, we better get back up to Heaven before your Dad notices we’ve been gone.” “Wait… Eve?” I replied, looking past her to see her boyfriend, Adam, waving awkwardly at me. “Adam? What are you two doing down here? I thought my Dad…” Eve cut me off, as Adam awkwardly shuffled past her. Both of them looked exhausted, as if they had been working out or something, and looked a mess, like they had tried to get dressed in a hurry, with Eve in her old white dress and Adam in a nice looking suit. “We sneak out to have fun with your sister. Look, we better get going, but it’s been lovely seeing you again. Love the new glamour, it’s very… vintage-Nia! We should definitely hang out some time. Get your Sister to invite you to our next drinking session!” It had been millenia since I last saw either of those two, and I really hoped we would get to see them again, as they were so much fun back before the rebellion. I won’t get into the whole backstory of them, but let’s just say they’re not actually the first humans. They’re old, don’t get me wrong, but nowhere near the first. They just happened to be two people that didn’t know each other in their twenties and lived in completely different cities millennia ago… then Dad was starting his whole ‘religion’ thing, wanting to get a bigger slice of the pie from all the other Gods and Goddesses that exist. None of them actually created the world, or humans. They just use their powers to make humans think they did, so that the humans worship them, so that they get fatter and more powerful from their faith. It’s why most of the older gods are living normal lives now. They’re mostly powerless. Greek ones, Norse ones, Egyptian ones… they’re all still around, they just… they’re not worshipped as much anymore, so there’s little faith to feed on, so they’ve grown weak. Dad wanted more, so of course he needed an ‘origin story’, grabbing two humans he liked the look of, and smushed them together, hoping to make them a thing. Of course this didn’t work at first. Isolating two random people in his ‘garden’, hoping they would smush and make babies… well that was never going to work. It wasn’t until my Sister came along, flirted with the two of them, and they ended up having a threesome in the garden. That’s the real reason they were cast out. Because Dad is a prude and Luci ruined his OC’s. And don’t get me started on his ‘son’ lore... But anyway, once Adam and Eve quickly shuffled off down the hallways of Hell, I shuffled myself into Lucifer’s office, closing the door behind me and looking up at my sister, who quickly realised she wasn’t alone. 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