Angela's mind drifted back to that fateful night over a century ago. She had been a brash young woman of 19, full of life and spirit. Too naive to realize the danger that pure, beautiful Veronica posed.
"Come with me my dear," Veronica had purred, her voice like liquid sex. "I can show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams."
Young Angela had been seduced, body and soul. She followed the stunning succubus demon wherever she led. At first, the pleasures were indeed beyond imagination. Wave after wave of pure, toe-curling ecstasy crashed over Angela as Veronica used her demonic powers to bring her to climax.
But it soon turned dark. Veronica grew demanding, cruel. She would only grant Angela the blissful release if she did as commanded - luring men into Veronica's clutches. Men whose cum she would harvest to grow her own power.
Angela had tried her best, bringing back victim after victim. But no matter how much cum she gathered, it was never enough to satisfy the insatiable succubus. Her displeasure grew, her threats more dire.
Finally, Angela had failed one too many times. Veronica's face twisted into an evil snarl. "You disappoint me, my pet," she hissed. "I think you need a more...motivating environment to focus your efforts."
In a flash, Angela found herself somewhere else. The scent of brimstone choked her nostrils. Screams of agony echoed from somewhere deeper in the caverns. She was in Hell itself.
Two massive demons loomed before her, their cocks already fully engorged and dripping with pre-cum. "These will be your new masters to serve," Veronica cackled. "Unless you wish to raise your quotas and return to my side. But I think a century of breaking in these beasts will do you good."
Angela's screams were drowned out by the sound of her own mind snapping as the demons grabbed her. They forced her to her knees, jamming their huge cocks down her throat. Tears streamed down her face as they fucked her face, smearing her with their musky bell ends.
But that was only the beginning of her eternal torment. For over 100 years now, Angela's existence has revolved around serving these demonic brutes. Her days are spent choking on their cocks, worshipping their balls with her tongue, and eating their asses like they were fine cuisine.
Her nights are filled with being used as their cocksleeve, skewered on their massive shafts in positions that no human should be able to achieve. Fucked into a near-coma only to be awakened by a fresh load of hot jizz spraying across her face.
Angela's mind has long since shattered. But she still remembers her former life. And in her darkest moments, she realizes this is her punishment for not being a good enough cum-harvester for her cruel mistress Veronica. If only she had managed to drain those men more completely. If she had just been a better slut.
But she wasn't. And now she had an eternity of dick-drainage and ass-eating to look forward to. The demons mount her, their cocks stretching her holes. And Angela can only sob into the darkness as another load of cum splatters across her face.
This is her existence now. An immortal cum toilet for the beasts of Hell. All because she could never quite satisfy her demon mistress. The cruel irony is that Angela's soul has been likewise drained - leaving behind an empty husk doomed to service cocks for eternity.
Her story serves as a warning to all the other girls like her - be a better cum-slut for Veronica. Because the alternative is too horrific to contemplate. And it's now far too late for poor Angela to ever change her fate.
