Isabella's mind was a haze of pain and degradation as the massive beast pounded into her from behind. The chains bit into her wrists and ankles as it used her petite body like a sex toy. She had lost count of the days since Veronica had snatched her soul, condemning her to this eternal hell of sexual torment.

It had started a year ago when Isabella was 21, a beautiful college student with her whole life ahead of her. But then she met Veronica, who seemed so kind and alluring at first. Veronica had promised her power and pleasure beyond imagining if she helped harvest cum from young men. Isabella, naive and desperate for attention, had agreed.

For months she had seduced and milked men dry, bringing Veronica the creamy loads that made the succubus grow stronger. But Isabella's performance was inconsistent. Some weeks the men she picked were inadequately virile, earning Isabella a vicious scolding from Veronica. The succubus would roughly fuck Isabella with a strap-on, chastising her for her failure.

Isabella tried harder to find well-hung studs, but it wasn't enough. One day Veronica had flown into a rage, snarling that Isabella's meager tributes were worthless to a demon of her stature. With a wave of her hand, Isabella's soul was ripped from her body, leaving behind a lifeless husk.

Isabella woke in this dank dungeon, chained spread-eagle on a stone slab. Grotesque creatures loomed over her - horned beasts with dripping, crimson cocks the size of her forearm.

They descended upon her in a frenzy of rape, violating every hole and forcing her to worship their throbbing members.

The beasts used her for hours, defiling her with their foul seed. When they finally withdrew, Isabella sobbed and screamed, her tender flesh throbbing with pain and abuse. But it was only the beginning.

Every night since then, the monsters had visited to violently plunder Isabella's holes without mercy. Her once toned body grew gaunt and scarred. Her hair matted with filth and cum.

The only respite was when Veronica herself came to fuck Isabella with ruthless intensity, telling her how pathetic and worthless she was.

A year of this torment had shattered Isabella's mind, reducing her to a broken shell. The pleasure she felt from her rapists' cocks was a cruel joke, a reminder of her own helplessness.

the beasts forced their huge dicks on her again and again, ejaculating their huge loads, painting her insides white, Isabella wept. How much longer could she endure before she went mad or simply wished for death? Only Veronica knew.