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Tainted Rainbows

Tainted Rainbows

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Sam shivered a bit, peering through the darkness of the tunnel. The others had given her a flashlight, but the batteries had given out about halfway to the entrance. She sighed, throwing the light to the side. It was useless now and as far as she knew, she didn't have to worry about anything hearing the clash of the light hitting the cool ground. Samantha finally hit the stairs and felt her way up. The only thing she had to go by now was the tiny bit of light that came in from the outside. From now on she would have to worry about every noise and movement she made.

Never even in her wildest nightmares had she thought this day would come. A normal person would have thought that the world would end in war, rapture, comet hitting the planet, almost anything besides what had actually happened. Roughly a month ago Hell seemed spew from the depths of Earth and now all of it's inhabitants called the surface home. Whatever humans were left now lived in underground fallout shelters. No one really knew what was out there, or how many people were still alive. The only thing that was for sure was that if you went to the surface you were sure to die. Now that a month had past it seemed that if you stayed under ground you would die as well. Groups that lived together either turned to cannibalism or attempting to go to the surface for food. Her group drew straws. She lost.

Sam got the the ladder and adjusted her gas mask quickly before she started to climb. Her bright red hair looked almost black with all the dust and soot that had collected on her. In fact, the majority of her had at least a greyish tint to in due to the dust. The only thing that had any color left were her lavender-blue eyes. When Hell broke loose Sam was working at a restaurant as a hostess. She had on a black pair of pants some sneakers and a nice purple button-up shirt. Now that pants had been reduced to shredded shorts and the shirt had holes galore but she had managed to get a nice long coat off an old man who had died down there.

Samantha finally reached the surface, looking around cautiously for any sign of life. While she did have a small blade, it wouldn't do her much good if one of these demons or vampires she had heard about came at her. After assuring herself that nothing was there as of right now, she walked quietly over to the closest building that still wasn't on fire and looked like it might have something worth salvaging in it. It was a Quick-E-Mart that hadn't completely burned down. Her eyes constantly were on the lookout for movement and if she even though she heard or saw something she would duck into the closest hiding space she could find and sit and wait for a while until she determined it was safe. Finally she had made it to the store and to her surprise it actually had a few cans of food that weren't completely destroyed. She kneeled down, letting her guard down for a moment as she shoved every piece of food she could find in her pockets. Maybe this was actually going to work. Maybe she could save the people down there afterall.
 
As one of the most powerful demons in all of hell there was very little Ryleth couldn't do. When hell broke loose on Earth and the denizens of hell broke free he had truly enjoyed himself, countless ages of desire had been dealt with in a month long orgy. The only problem was that when he and his fellow demons finally regained their composure they realized how little there was left, the Earth had been shattered.

Some were quite happy with the destruction, having enjoyed themselves immensely and looked forward to turning Earth into a new Hell. But Ryleth wasn't overly satisfied with this idea, he had wanted free of Hell because of how little he had liked it, visions of a harem serving his every need had filled his mind but now most humans were dead.

Some lived though, he had heard about communities of people living and hiding underground, hoping to avoid discovery by the demons and the vampires and other things that had been on the Earth but no longer hid.

So he went out hunting, unwilling to return to an existence very much like that in Hell, tired of fucking the same succubuses that had been around for as long as he had. He wanted something new and something fresh. And he also wanted to enjoy himself while hunting for his prize, so he had stalked the tunnels, his every sense open to find a little sheep who strayed away from the fold.

He had heard the thrown flashlight and found the person who threw it. It would have been easy to take her but instead he followed, waiting for her to let her guard down just because it would be much more fun if she thought she could have prevented it.

As she bent to get the food he moved in behind her, choosing a form that would inspire the proper fear in her, nearly seven feet tall and covered in slabs of muscle, small horns growing from his head and sharp teeth filing his mouth, and most importantly completely naked. “Should have stayed hidden girl.” He mocked her, his voice a deep growl.
 
As soon as she had shoved one thing in her pocket Samantha realized something was off. She didn't want to get up or even peek over her shoulder at the fear at what she might see. And as soon as she heard that thunderous voice from behind her she almost fainted right there. Though instead of that, her fight or flight system kicked in and she dove off to the side, hoping to at least get a bit of distance between her and what was behind her. She rolled, easily popping back up to her feet, though it was in a low to the ground kind of stance. It was amazing she could even do that, though that was the power of adrenaline in the human body.

As she fumbled for the blade in her pocket she finally got a look at what had scared her. Her eyes widened and she froze with fear. He was so big and tall and... naked. She realized she couldn't fight this thing off so she just took off running. The odds were she wouldn't be able to outrun it either, but it was worth a shot. At least in her mind it was anyways. She only got about a few feet of running before she stepped on a piece of building and fell. She scrambled back up, not even noticing the fact that her knee had been cut up quite badly from the rubble on the ground.

Her panicking eyes could be easily seen form behind the lenses of her mask seeing as they were the only thing not grey. Sam now was just about out of options. She could try to keep running, give into the creature, or kill herself. The last seemed to be the easiest of the options considering one would just have to remove their mask and just breath in some of the toxic air for a while. But Sam had already decided that was going to be plan B right now she would fight, but if that didn't work, She would rather die than go through some of the things she had heard about these demons.
 
“Oh yes, run! It wouldn't be fun if you didn't at least try!” He called out as she ran off, deciding to give her a sporting chance with a head start. Of course even with the head start she wouldn't be able to escape him now. The only trouble was that she was bleeding and while that made her so much easier to follow then she would other wise have been it might attract other things to her.

After giving her a few seconds to run, what felt like a suitable head start he took off after her, his demonic body easily able to close the gap and with a long arm he reached out to grab her shoulder, the last thing he needed right now was for her to get killed after he had finally found something that could distract him from the tedium, a pet as it were.

“I don't see why you run.” He teased her, knowing full well why a human, a female human in particular, wouldn't want to be taken by a demon. “The life that you will soon have will be much improved over living underground and scrounging for food, I will make sure that you are well fed and clean at all times... and your carnal needs will also be dealt with.”
 
Sam tried not to pay attention to him as he mocked her trying to run away. Of course she was going to run there was almost nothing else she could do. The fact that he didn't chase her for a few moments worried her. She knew he thought of this as a game and it almost sickened her. It was like a hunter with his cross hairs on a deer, just waiting for it to walk into the right spot.

She didn't even bother looking back, knowing it would only slow her down or she would trip over something again. As she felt his hand on her shoulder she tried to shake it though she wasn't strong enough to shake his grasp. The adrenaline in her system was starting to wear down And every second longer he toyed with her, the more plan B was sounding like it was going to be used.

She finally turned around, looking up at the demon, well, more so glaring than looking."I would rather die than become a pet for a monster like you." She said, her words muffled a bit by the mask. She took the blade she had and cut at his arm, quickly swiping it across as many times as she could to try and loosen his grasp on her. Samantha was definitely not one to give in so easily. She would try to get away until she either succeeded or died.
 
“Now that is insulting, I'm not a monster.” He taunted her, unable to help himself. He was a demon, cruelty was a part of what he was but his twisted sense of humor had been developed by watching humans from Hell. “Honestly I am a quite decent, hey cut that out.” The last part delivered as she began to cut him.

Her knife really had no effect on him, it was painful and it did cut him but with a moments thought the wounds closed almost as quickly as she could make them. Still he didn't feel like letting her do all that and reached out to catch her wrist, the iron like grip easily enough to keep her from continuing her assault on him.

“But you really don't have a choice on if you get to be my pet or not, I caught you and by the laws of my own kind that is pretty much all I need for ownership, now lets get a look at you, don't want to have some hideous looking creature hanging around my home.” He said, releasing her shoulder and reaching out to remove her mask.
 
Sam didn't seem amused a bit as he said he was not a monster. In her eyes, and probably any other human's, he was indeed a monster. In more way than one most likely. She didn't even flinch as he told her to stop cutting him. She would never do that unless he physically stopped her. Which of course he probably would.

Even if the knife didn't really effect him and he healed almost instantly, she still would keep cutting at his arm out of desperation. At least she was actually trying to stop him and not rolling over and letting him do it. She gasped as he grabbed her arm. It scared her a bit how strong he was. He could snap her arm like a twig if he wanted.

"Well by the laws of my kind you can't own people." She stated matter of factly. Even though he would listen to her, she still had to try anything to get away. She was a bit confused when he said 'lets get a look at you' but when he let go of her shoulder and started to reach for her mask she panicked a bit and ducked out of the way. "You can't!" She said quickly, not giving any reason as to why he couldn't.
 
“The rights of your people mean nothing at all anymore, your people are nearly extinct and if they are going to keep surviving it is because my kind will be intelligent enough to put you all in breeding camps to make sure we don't run out of slaves.” He informed her, it was a matter of fact and he intended to get that idea going quite soon... this one he would probably keep just for personal use though.

Her telling him he couldn't remove the mask was annoying though, who was she to tell him what he couldn't do. He was right about to snatch it from her head when he realized the air above ground was toxic to her kind in most places and it would probably kill her... his own home had clean air though. “Afraid of dying.” He mocked her as he pulled her to his chest, squeezing to try to get her to drop the knife. “Don't worry, you will be able to take that off soon.”

There was a sense of great pressure, as if the air grew thicker and then suddenly it was gone and they weren't in the filthy burned out convenience store anymore. Instead they both stood inside of a well furnished flat atop a sky scraper. The building itself was mostly intact and the air inside was clean, Ryleth trying to live in some comfort rather then in a filthy cave or ruin like others of his kind did.

Taking a step back from his prisoner he smiled a little bit. “Much better, take the mask off.”
 
Sam wanted to act like a kid and stick her tongue out at him, though it wouldn't have done anything, especially since he couldn't see her mouth. She frowned at the idea of being put in a breeding camp. The look of disgust could be seen in her eyes. She turned the thought over in her mind for a moment. maybe being his pet wouldn't be that bad after all. but the she remembered she said 'carnal needs' would be taken care of as well, which meant only his carnal needs would be taken care of.

She could see the anger in his eyes as she told him he couldn't take off the mask and she put her free hand on it to hold it on as he was about to snatch it off. She shook her head without hesitation as he said she was afraid of dying. "I'm sure it would be better than being here with you." She retorted. While she was indeed a little bit afraid of dying, she wouldn't let him know that. She yelped as he pulled her close to him, trying to back away but when he started squeezing she gasped, dropping the knife, cursing under her breath as she did.

Her ears popped as the pressure changed and she was very confused as to what in the world was going on. She looked around and they were no longer in the rubble of the convenience store, but in what seemed to be an apartment. She continued looking around, and she was so distracted for a moment she forgot she was pressed up against a demon. She quickly snapped out of it, trying to back away quickly. "Where did you take me?!" She asked angerly. When he took a step back finally she darted back as far as she could, soon hitting a wall. She refused to take her mask off though, just to be obnoxious.
 
A quick glance was enough to show that the knife was gone, that was good. While her desire to keep the mask on seemed to indicate a desire to survive he didn't want to have her trying to slit his throat while he was asleep. It probably wouldn't kill him but it would be quite the pain in the ass to heal from, no doubt very painful.

When she refused to remove the mask again Ryleth advanced on her, knowing she wouldn't be able to run from him and had to know it. Reaching out with both hands he attempted to snatch the mask and coat off of her, wanting a better look at her. All he really knew was that she had red hair almost the same tone as his skin was and very nice legs, he wanted to know more though.

“We are in my tower.” He explained. “The air in here is safe to breath, there is water and electricity. When my kind first invaded I claimed this as my personal place of living, it is only a few miles from where I found you and for the most part it is intact, the stairs aren't so much though.”
 
Sam tried to slip away from him and grab the knife but by the time she had even flinched they were gone. The sad part was that was the only sort of weapon her gruop had and they had given it to her.

As he started to come at her she still tried to run, and ran to the nearest door, finding it locked. She then sunk down to the floor, bringing her knees to her chest and covering her head with her hands. She didn't want him to know what she looked like. The main cause of this was because when she was in high school, she was very popular with the boys. She never dated any of them, but they all flocked to her, telling her how beautiful she was and such. She never thought such things of herself, she had always thought of herself as average. But she was afraid that if he thought of her the way those boys did, he would do horrible things to her.

She just listened as he explained where they were. As he said it was only a few miles from where he had found her she got the idea that if she could escape it may not be that hard to get back. She was a bit confused when he said the stairs weren't much. Did that mean the only was up was whatever he did to get them here? That would be awful. but she still had to try. The first chance she got she would make a break for it.

Sam frowned from behind the mask. She didn't move an inch, knowing he would go to her and try to remove her things. She just stayed in a tight little ball, hoping God that he was lying about the stairs and everything else. Then it hit her. He said that he had claimed this place in the beginning. Did that mean he had that kind of power over other monsters? Samantha didn't know if that would be better or more terrifying.
 
This was getting downright silly, all the power he had and this little girl was running around and avoiding him like it was some kind of game. Didn't she get that if he lost his patience he could easily tear her apart. Changing form and teleporting himself were just a few of the skills the arch-demon had acquired over his long existence, if he wanted to he could even be in two places at once and keeping the air clean had been done on a whim because he liked the smell better.

“You don't seem to understand the situation you are in.” Ryleth said, ready to now enlighten her. If she had behaved herself and just submitted then he might have made an effort to make sure she took pleasure in what was to come but since she was going to act like a child he would deal with his own needs first of all. “This is my home, the top floors are my personal space and beneath us is an entire tower full of the monsters that filled your nightmares until so recently.”

As he spoke his form began to change, at first it was subtle, over a dozen little nubs growing from his back but rapidly these nubs expanded, growing and stretching into long and clearly muscular tentacles that stretched out toward his captive, seeking to hold her in place and remove his clothing while he watched with a smirk on his face. “If you continue to misbehave I might just throw you down the stairs so that they can have their fun... your life will be much shorter but considerably more miserable if I do that.”
 
Samantha had no idea the kind of power this demon held. If she did know she probably would have just curled up in a ball from the beginning hope for a quick death. She had no idea the kinds of things he could do. She especially didn't know he was the one keeping the air clean. If she did she would probably be kind of nice to him just so he wouldn't change the air back while she had her mask off. She knew it would eventually come off.

She peeked out from under her arms as he said she didn't know her situation. Of course she did! She was taken by a demon who was going to use her as his pet! She listened to him, maybe she would get some info on how to escape this place. But when he said the tower was full of monsters and that was why the stairs weren't usable. She sighed a bit, hoping she would still be able to get out of here. Though it was looking more and more like that wasn't going to be happening any time soon.

Samantha didn't really notice the tentacles sprouting from the demon's back at first, but by the time she was aware of what was happening it was probably too late. She gasped as the first touched her, slapping it away in a panic. She didn't even pay attention to his threat because she was too busy trying to fight off the tentacles. After only a few seconds they had her held so that she couldn't do anything to avoid what was coming. She still tried to struggle though.

As the mask was finally pulled off he was now able to see that her eyes were even brighter, and even though she was a bit dirty, she was still quite lovely. Smooth, pale skin, supple lips, a cute little nose, and her body was just as good even if she was too thin from lack of food, she definitely would be a healthy buxom girl if you fed her right.
 
Ryleth really hated making tentacles, sure they came in handy and some demons really liked to have them for both combat and pleasure, dozens of strong limbs that could stretch strike and grab were really quite useful. But he hated them because they always seemed to have a mind of their own, an arm wouldn't move unless you ordered it to but the tentacles always swayed and twitched as though they independent, he couldn't make them hold still if he wanted to.

They did have their uses they he had to admit as the coat and mask came off, really she was very lovely, could use a good meal or two but that wasn't something hard for him to provide. While humans had to scrounge for food he could always order one of his underlings to either find some or go kill and cook something preferably non human.

“Very lovely, that mask does not flatter you at all.” He teased as his tentacles dragged her closer and started to remove what remained of her shirt and tattered shorts. “However you look like you could use a good meal or two, maybe I could offer you something to eat if you were willing to earn it.” Nothing was free after all.
 
Samantha had never seen such appendages before. Not even on TV. She had heard about them in myths, but she had no idea they had a mind of their own. She just struggled to get away form them, frankly because they scared her. The only thing that scared her more was the fact that they were undressing her.

Sam hadn't even thought about food since the convenience store when she had shoved that can into her pocket. She frowned at him as the mask came off, though she was more preoccupied with her fight with the tentacles. She didn't even want them touching her much less undressing her. She managed to bite one of them, making it retreat for at least a moment. One down, only about a dozen more. it was hopeless, really.

She continued to struggle, though now instead of struggling to fight the tentacles, it was more to cover herself since she was only left in her bra and panties. It wasn't till he mentioned food that Sam realized how hungry she was. She would probably take him up on that offer depending on what kind of 'earning' she would have to be doing. "Maybe..." She said, thinking for a moment. "What would I have to do?" She asked, the look on her face clearly expressing her skepticism.
 
A mind of their own and he could still feel it when she bit one of them, now he was starting to rethink this whole tentacle thing. It just made it that much easier for her to lash out against him in some small way. The word lash in his mind though did help him think of a way to at least get her to behave a little more and with a crack the same tentacle now struck about against her pantie covered bottom.

Human undergarments though, this perplexed him and annoyed him a little bit as he looked over her nearly naked form. As far as he could tell they served no purpose, if you were already wearing clothing why wear something under it? Most times he preferred to go without any clothing at all, especially among the squeamish humans who found his nudity to be intimidating. Rightly so of course and he would soon be showing one human why they should be frightened, death wasn't the only thing that demons brought.

Pulling her up to eye level with his tentacles Ryleth rolled his eyes a little bit, was she really asking such a stupid question. “I have you nearly undressed, pulling your clothing off while you struggle against me and that isn't enough of a clue?” He asked in disbelief, how could humans be this stupid. “Let me give you a hint, there is about twelve inches of meat hanging between my legs right now that could use some attention... so I am going to fuck you and when I am done you can eat... but you will eat better if you make it more enjoyable for me.”
 
Samantha jerked, yelping as he lashed her with a tentacle. She was definitely not expecting that for some reason. She didn't know what was really to come next. Well actually she did, but she tried to think he wouldn't do that to her. At least feed her first so she could have some energy and not pass out.

While undergarments didn't really make too much sense to him, they made sense to her. Well at least bras did. No one wants breasts like those women you see in national geographic magazines with tits hanging down to their waists. That was just kind of disturbing. Sam had tried to avoid the fact that he was completely nude. It was indeed intimidating because she was not used to seeing a man naked, especially if he was that large.

She grimaced a bit as he stated that was to come. In the back of her mind she had known that was coming. "I know..." She mumbled. "I was just hoping for something other than that..." She said, glancing down at his cock and shuddering. She just shook her head. "There is no way that's going to happen." She said, looking him in the eyes, hers filled with worry. "That thing would split me in half!" She exclaimed, trying to motion to his crotch. "I'd rather starve than try to fit that thing inside me." She said, looking away from him. She knew she didn't have a say in the matter. If he was going to fuck her, it was going to happen whether she wanted it to or not. But she could still be a pain in the ass about it.
 
Her explanation for the bra would have made a lot of sense to him, firm and perky were definitely to be desired over a pair that were sagging half way to the floor with stretch marks covering them, not the least bit as enjoyable as a perfect pair like Sam seemed to have.

He grinned a little bit she she said it would never fit inside of her. True it would no doubt cause her a great deal of pain at first but he was sure that it would fit inside of her, she would survive it. It would just take a little bit of force. True he could make it smaller so it would fit more comfortably for her but he didn't see a point in doing that.

“I won't let you starve.” He assured her, smiling a little bit as the tentacles started to work at removing what little clothing she had left. With the spirit she had displayed earlier he should have known it wouldn't just be as simple as offer her a hot meal and watch her climb onto him willingly. This was definitely preferable though, a good struggle, at least from her end would make it all the more satisfying. “And not only will it fit into your cunt, but in time it will fit other places, your ass and your mouth will also learn to service me.”
 
Panties, on the other hand, were a mystery to Sam. She just wore them cause they were cute, if she wore them at all. Yes, even Sam would go commando once in a while. Though that was back when things were normal. Now she didn't even want to think about that.

She was certain that his cock would never fit inside of her. Even if she wasn't a virgin, that thing wouldn't even remotely fit. The only place it would fit would be inside a horse. That was just too large for Sam to think about. Then it hit her. He could change form right? "Why not just make it smaller?" she asked, looking a bit hopeful. "You can change form right?" While he probably wouldn't comply with her request, She thought it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"I wish you would..." She mumbled under her breath as she continued to struggle with the tentacles. She managed to bite another one of his tentacles but that didn't do any good considering she was now fully nude. She tried to cover herself, but it wasn't working out too well. She wasn't planning on letting him do this to her. She would rather live in the filth of the tunnels than have him do this to her. "Like Hell it will!" She yelled, no longer trying to cover herself, but madly trying to get away from his grasp.
 
He smirked a little bit at her question, the tentacles pulling her this way and that though he was careful enough not to pull so hard as to cause her any great pain, it just amused him to make her bounce through the air like a child's toy. With a laugh he pulled her in a little closer and ran his long tongue up between her breasts, making sure to circle over her nipples for a quick moment. She tasted delicious and this only drove him to want her even more.

“I could make it smaller.” He admitted and pretended to give the idea a little bit of thought. “But your earlier refusal to play nicely with me hardly motivates me to do anything to make this experience pleasurable for you. Maybe if you behave yourself a little more in the future I will make it a more manageable size.”

Deciding that he didn't just want to fuck her dry, that would hardly be pleasant Ryleth took a more proactive approach, lifting her higher and moving her crotch right in front of his face before teasing along her thighs with his tongue. “You smell fresh.” He whispered. “Clean and untouched... have you never had a lover before me?”
 
She continued struggling. but as she looked at his face, she could now tell she was just playing with her. Bouncing her around for the fun of it. She did not enjoy that one bit. As he he pulled her closer, she looked away, not wanting to know what he was going to do. Gasping as he licked her chest. A slight moan escaped her lips as he circled her nipple which she quickly regretted and bit her lip harshly. She was going to have to keep more control of herself.

He seemed to know just how to get Sam's hopes up, saying he could, then crush them as he brought up her earlier "That's not fair!" She exclaimed "Of course I'm going to refuse! You're huge!" She said, her struggles getting more violent and desperate. She thought she was going to die if he really stuck that thing in her.

As he moved her nether region right in front of his face she gasped, looking away, shutting her eyes tightly. She was sure this would be the end of her. She shivered as his tongue hit her thigh. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. As he paused she could feel his breath on her lips. She peeked down at him, blushing at his question. She opened her mouth, but couldn't form words. She just shook her head. If he started teasing about this than she would probably start crying.
 
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