Taming The Devil

Lucifers Torture

Sam groans out in pain as he was being squeezed awfully tight as it started to hurt causing him to scream out again. "No- Ah!-" he said as he yelled out before speaking. "Is that all you got?!-" he spat trying to sound like he wasn't scared as he tried to cover up his crotch but it isnt helping. It was pulsating because of  how hard he squeezed it. Lucifer narrowed his eyes, “What, you want more?” He began shocking him again, having the shock collar turned up to a higher level. He then switched his squeezing to groping, smirking softly while the other felt pain mixed with pleasure. Sam screams at the shock that was turned to a higher level. "Ah You Bitch!-" he said out loud after only having his mouth accidentally slipping out a moan causing his face to turn red with embarrassment.  "i- " he cries out having to deal with the shocks that was coming from the collar , not sure if he felt more pain or pleasure or if he liked it or not. At this moment his emotions were everywhere. "You asked for it, Sammy.” Luci said, chuckling. He then heard the others moan and Luci loved it, as well as his screams. Oh how he could make Sammy scream in different ways— he smirked at this thought. Sam whines and tries to hold in every reaction, painfully forgetting how to be quiet. "I don't care if I did or not-" he said as he curled his lips up. "Its still weak." he smirked. "And still you call yourself Satan." he said through clenched teeth due to the shocking of the collar. ”I will literally destroy you, Sam. I will dissect you.” He said with a straight face and a low voice. He considered maybe he was going easy on him, so he snapped his fingers and Sam appeared strapped to a table. Luci twirled a knife in his hand. “I’m going to put you in your place, you little sewer rat. Then you’ll think twice before talking back.” He spat, seeming cold. He ripped Sam’s clothes off with the knife, the blade gliding across his skin and cutting him. Sam felt the cuts still going as he panted between screams that split the empty air around them. He hears lucifer speak only to hear him call him a wimp. "Oh please shut up- what type of fetish is th- AHHHH!" he screams as a finger from  Lucifers entered a wound entrance and as he felt Lucifer twisting his fingers he started writhing in pain."How is this PLEASURE TO YOU- AHH-!" he cried out , tears started to fall out his eyes as he looks at Lucifer licking the blood off his fingers which oddly turned him out for some reason he didn't know. Maybe it was the fact the tongue of his was licking off the blood. Yes. Thats it. The tongue. Sam screamed out in frustration mixed with neediness.  He didn't know what he want. " Give it up!" Lucifer could hear Sam’s thoughts, hearing he didn’t know what Lucifer wanted. “I want to break you.” He said without emotion. He left Sam only in his underwear, all sweaty and scared. It was quite a sight. He smirked, then tossing the knife away after he had cut Sam up good, “you know what? I think we should step this up a bit. Making you bleed is fun and alll, but—" He leaned in and his voice went deep, “let’s mark you as mine.” He spoke, his voice dripping with darkness. He then snapped his handy dandy fingers and a grill appeared, Luci humming a little tune while cooking what appeared to be a branding iron. Lucifer of course enjoyed watching him arch his back up and scream in agony. After tearing off Sam’s shirt he worked down on his pants, cutting deeply down his legs until the pants fell off. “For someone who’s acting so tough, you sure are screaming like a wimp.”  Lucifer said, taking a finger and fingering one of Sam’s cuts, twisting his finger in the opening. He sneered, and brought his finger up to his mouth, his forked tongue licking up the blood. He hummed, “Mmm...yum. Tastes like fear.”Sam forgot for a long minute his thoughts could be heard. He was almost fully exposed, before he whined in fear. "How much longer are you going to hurt me- its getting old." he spat out only before he sees the grill. "Oh you've got the be fucking kidding me." he swirms and pulled as hard as he could to pull himself off the table and obviously failed. He looked back in Lucifers direction.  A branding iron. Great. "Stop! No!" he said knowing damn well it'll burn.
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uci pulled away the branding iron from the fire, examining it for a moment. It said in cursive letters 𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓯𝓮𝓻. He glared at Sam. “I’m going to consume you until nothing is hidden from me, Im going to keep redefining pain until your only definition of it is me. I’m going to take you in every way possible and invent a thousand more. I’m going to break your mind, your soul, down to pieces and rewrite all of them to please me, and when I get bored?” He leaned in, “I’m going to do it all again.” He stuck the rod on Sammy’s muscled chest, burning his flesh and branding him. Sam listened to all his words only before he leaned in he shivered at the words said. He was getting bloody enough, torn up enough, but he knew he wasn't finished.  Right then, his skin sizzles and burned at the branding iron touching his skin. He screamed again clenching his teeth and fist , tilting his head back as his veins popped out from tension on the burn. He pants before screaming some more. "AHH!" he screamed at Lucifer. "I HATE YOU-" he yelled out. Crying from the pain but the pain still oddly turned him on. ”Ohh, I know, Sammy. And I love you too~” he chirped. He pulled back the branding iron and smiled cutely, “Awe, you’re mine now. All the demons here will now know, And I’ve marked you good too-“ he chuckled a little at all his success. He then snapped his fingers and the straps attached to him fell off. Sam was freed but left a little bloody and naked.