Rachel Mf, mf, inc, snuff, Demon/female, eternal damnation, torture in hell

6 months later Rachel had her turn. Instead of being spit roasted she was going to be butchered for parts.
Her dad grasped her hips as he slammed into her, "Fuck yeah, take that you slut!"
She blushed at being called a slut by her own father, but at the same time was excited. She loved the thought of him using her for his pleasure and then killing her.
Jonas loved how tight his daughter was, it must be the thought of being snuffed, she's getting off on it, Ken was right, he thought to himself. He was getting off on feeling his bare cock inside his own daughter.
"Too bad I didn't get a chance to breed you," he told her.
"You can daddy, I would love to have your baby."
"Tempting, but you are on the menu tonight, so this will have to be it."
With that he pushed himself deep until the head of his cock was kissing her cervix and sprayed the cum that made her deep into her womb. He came extra hard thinking about impregnating his daughter. There was an egg in her womb waiting for daddy cum, but it would never get the chance to be fertilized.

Jonas was still hard inside his little girls pussy, and he reached back and pulled out the hunting knife he was going to use on her. Grabbing her hair he pulled her head back and cleanly sliced her throat, severing both carotid arteries and allowing her blood to flow. Rachel had another orgasm feeling the sting of knife on her throat and then feeling her blood flowing out. But as she bleed out she began to panic as the reality of dying took on an immediacy she had never known before. All those concerns began to drift out of her consciousness as the blood loss slowed her brain functions. She was too far gone to feel her father orgasming again inside her dying pussy, and by the time he was finished she was dead.

Jonas finished severing her head with the knife and went about the task of parting out his daughter with a circular saw unaware of what was happening to her soul.

Rachel had led a sinful life, marrying her brother, having his children, tempting and fucking her father, accepting being snuffed by him.

Rachel woke up unsure of where she was or how she got there. Looking around she realized she was in her bedroom. The last thing she remembered was panicking as she died, with her fathers cock in her. Looking out the window she saw him standing at the fire pit, removing her spitted brother, Ken, from the fire. She felt sorrow at the loss of her brother again, but still confused. He had been spitted six months ago. Was this a dream? Suddenly her dad turned around and walked up to the house; something about the way he walked made Rachel uneasy. As he d rew closer her unease turned into fear. She seemed frozen to the spot as she heard him open the front door and walk down the hall. Each footstep on the hardwood floor giving of a loud resonating sharp sound, like hobnailed boots. Rachel was almost in a panic, feeling the same as just before she had died, but she was unable to move. The footsteps came up to the door and stopped. Rachel listened, staring at the doorhandle transfixed; terrified to move but wishing she had somewhere to run, somewhere to hide. Then, she heard the doorhandle creek as it began to turn. Slowly rotating, seeming to take an eternity. Rachels heart was in her throat as she watched that doorhandle turn, and then the latch cleared the frame and the door slowly began to open.

Rachel wanted to close her eyes, wanted to run, wanted to scream, but she was unable to do anything. The door opened and her father stood there with his eyes closed. Finally Rachel was able to find her voice.

"Daddy?" Questioning, pleading, yet somehow knowing that this was not what it seemed.

Then, suddenly, her father opened his eyes. Rachel stared into them. They were black as coals. Then her father snorted, but it sounded more like a bull's snort. Smoke shot out of his nose, quickly slowing and forming a cloud around his face. Rachel smelled the overwhelming smell of sulfer.

In an instant her father was across the room. Rachel screamed as he tore her flimsy nightgown off her body. Throwing her on the bed her father stood over her, his black eyes fixing her to the spot as he tore off his shirt and yanked his pants down. Her fathers cock was a good size, 7 inches hard, it had made her feel full and good. This cock was at least 12 inches and was not completely hard yet. Rachel watched with trepedation as he stroked it and it grew. It was at least 18 inches long and thick as her leg. She knew there was no way that monster would fit in her, she also knew that was exactly where it was going.

At this poing Rachel realized that this was not her father and that she was no longer alive. As soon as she made this realization the figure before her transformed into a demon. Standing seven feet tall with the body of a man, the legs and hed of a bull, both covered in brown hair. What skin there was that was not covered in hair was red. The horns curved up and gave another two feet to his height. And there was still that enormous cock.

Her surrondings also changed. Her familiar home turned into a firey, garish mockery of her house. Rachel was definately in hell.

She did not have much time to reflect on these changes, with a terrifying laugh, the demon picked her up by the waist and lined his cock up with her pussy. Terrified as she was, her pussy had gotten a little wet, but it could never get wet enough for that massive cock to go in easily. The demon began to force her down on it. The head stretched her pussy lips painfully, forcing them to their limit, and beyond. Rachel screamed as her pussy began to tear open, and she only had the head inside her.

The demon forced more and more of his massive cock inside her, tearing her pussy apart in the process. As it reached her cervix, her screamed grew even higher as it ripped through that tight ring.

"Do you like fucking daddy now?" Rachel did not hear the demon so much as he projected words telepathically into her head. "You loved feeling his cock spraying in you almost as much as you loved your brother breeding you. You begged him to cum inside you, to shoot death into your womb. You got exactly what you asked for." The demon then laughed out loud as his cock tore out the top of her womb and further into her abdominal cavity.

"Remember this" he projected to her, and with that brought a blade identical to the one her father had snuffed her with across her throat. The knife severed both carotid arteries, just as her father had. Rached felt the same panic as when she was dying as twin fountains of blood lept from the hole in her throat. But this time she was in hell and incapable of dying. So the blood flowed and she got weaker and weaker, but could not lose consciousness. She would also not be spared by passing out or going insane. She was there to suffer, and suffer she would.

The demon then leaned down and ripped the rest of her throat from her body. His cock, which was deep inside her poked out through the hole where the bottom her her neck used to be. The demon then grapped the head of his cock with one hand, the other he grabbed her waist and ripped her streight back, his cock tearing her open from pussy to neck, ripping out internal organs, and spraying blood and gore all over the demon. He then went over to the hellish version of their fire pit and dumped the remnants of her body into it. He seemed to will a fire into existance and, although a normal person would be dead, she was an inhabitant of hell.

She felt every part of her body burn, being forced to bear an unbearable agony. The parts of her body that contained liquid, began to boil. Her eyes were the first to go, swelling briefly and then exploding, causing incredible pain and rendering her blind. Her intestines, where they had not been shredded by the demons cock, began to spew liquid and steam from little holes, just like grilling sausages. her blood vessles did the same, stretching and bursting. All while being consumed by fire. The soft tissues in her body were sizziling and burning away, and she felt every part of it. Her skull protected her brain for a time, but then it began to cook from the immense heat. Living beings cannot feel pain directly from their brain, but in hell you felt everything. As her brain began to expand from the cooking it was forced out through her eye sockets, nose, ears and every other hole in her skull, causing her unbearable agony. As the brain was pushed out it caught fire and burned away. The fire ate its way into her skull through these openings and consumed the rest of her brain. Eventually only her bones remained, and then they to were eaten away.