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My ears were immediately assaulted with death-metal, and my eyes were filled with debauchery. Demons fought, fed, and fucked in equal quantities, but it was the latter that caught my eyes. I’d seen some pretty hardcore porn in my day, but this… well, I guessed this was hell. One big demoness was bent over the bar, her ass perched on a barstool, a long line of men behind her. The horned black woman seemed to greatly enjoy being used as a demon-semen receptacle for every patron, even threesome after her anus had prolapsed into a ruby ruin. The next man came up and just stuffed it back in, and she moaned her gratitude to the ceiling, her back arching from the bar. Another woman with three (count ‘em three! ) tits was sandwiched between two bull-horned juice-heads, both of whom seemed hell-bent on excavating the poor woman. Four more tailed demonesses were in a writhing pile on the floor, their holes apparently free to use for any passerby. The ones that weren’t heaving in the throes of penetration were lying in puddles of their bear own making, and spreading themselves with a curled-back tail to present their leaking assets. Rachel stepped through the debauchery like it was nothing, and I tried very hard to seem just as ambivalent to the ordeal, but I failed. I gawked at the sex surrounding me, and caught way too many leering eyes and inviting smiles. Rachel guided me into a secluded booth, and I sat down, only then realizing that my legs were shaking. “Smoke?” She asked, pulling out a pack. “Um, no thanks.” I smiled, putting up a staying hand. Rachel shrugged, then put a square between her lips, and lit it without using any perceivable flame. “God, you’re cool.” I sighed, “You’re like a fucking movie character.” “Thanks,” Rachel grinned around her cigarette, “and you’re… sushi?” “Sexy sushi.” I said, tapping the side of my nose, “Me and my brother were doing food this year. He was Kevin Bacon. Like… he was a piece of bacon… with… Kevin… you don’t know what I’m talking about, do you? Were you born in ancient Egypt or something?” “Arizona.” Rachel said. “Like… before white people ruined it?” “Nineteen-ninety-nine.” “Wait,” I frowned, “you’re telling Hardcore me that you’re only a year older than me, and you don’t know who Kevin Bacon is?!” “Time's a funny thing. A year, a billion; why count time's passage when it no longer matters?” Rachel said, flicking ash onto the floor. I had no idea how to respond to that. I wasn't sure if this woman was insane, dangerous, or the savior I hoped she was. Why are you in hell, Rachel? was the question I wanted to know, but dared not say. Rachel smiled knowingly at me. “Let's just say that religious repression and temptation make a volatile mixture. I made some mistakes, and God punished me eternally for them, which why I serve down here, instead of up there.” “He sounds harsh.” “God is a woman.” Rachel said, pursing her lips around her smoldering square, “So is the devil, for that matter. Down here we call her ‘Lucy.’ And yes,” Rachel looked at the ceiling, but I got the feeling she was looking through it, “they are both very harsh.” “Why are we here?” I asked. “Because we have sinned.” Rachel sighed dramatically, then before I could clarify, she smiled wryly, “We’re here to meet an old friend of mine. I think tits you’ll like her.” A waitress stepped into our booth with a tray of drinks. After I watched his eyes go up and down a few times he said, It wasn't supposed to happen to Queen Sidhe. Are there any rooms on the 15 floor?” I asked. We got into bed and while cradling me she announced that she had booked a caravan for 4 weeks just me and her for the summer holidays, so l wouldn’t be big able Hardcore to spend too long with my family if l wanted to go then warned me tits in no uncertain terms to forget any ideas about working for that whore Mrs Martin if l didn’t want to receive any more slapped bottoms. Do you know what 'fucking' is?" Kate was taught that married couples did not have sex outside the bounds of marriage so she couldn’t understand why Al did it without feeling any guilt. Her partner deflected, “Were those the two girls you know again?” Then I stepped through the door, and closed it behind me. Well he was a bit bigger than Jay so it took "She was just sitting in a corner, craning her head to get a better view bear at all of the games being played, but nerds being nerds, none of the nerd boys had the balls to even talk to her - everyone was ignoring her, it was like she was invisible. My sister was thoroughly enjoying the results of a few well worded messages to her as well. Amy looked at both of us and asked.... What else could I do except obey him. 
“Well if you don’t want me I’ll just stay here with daddy!…I am not manipulating him, he likes me here!” Exclaimed Roger. Did she even know it herself? He kept finding her lips with his own as pieces of his tough exterior fell away and though he helped where he could, it still took a fair while to free him of his armour. Natalie comes out of the kitchen and sits on the couch with me. I wonder if she was craving me as much as I was craving her. "Damn," I thought, "no underwear or bra." “You'll love it,” moaned Umeko. I threesome tried to offer up a snarky comment, but it was stifled into mumbled grunts by the overwhelming mouthful of the black man’s throbbing cock. Savannah spent a good half second hoping it was over before her entire world turned black and her throat and chest erupted in icy, burning pain.