Working for Donovan at M.I.S.T had many perks. This was not one of them.
Lisa, a brilliant scientist in her own right, thought that company benefits included not getting raped by demons along with her pension. She was wrong. About everything. Most of all about the lengths Donovan would go to achieve his goals. After he signed the pact with the demonic conquerors, he had no use for Lisa’s marquee research project on gene splicing. Who needs supersoldiers when you have the legions of Hell to command? And so Lisa became a loose end. A bargaining chip.
A fucktoy for the Underworld’s nefarious denizens. One such creature took a particular liking to her. A demonic general – the humans called it a Balrog. It was most pleased by Donovan’s generous gift. And the creature made use of its new plaything by ravaging her ass – every single night. The once brilliant scientist was reduced to little more than a mere plaything for this brute. But as that huge dick tore her open yet again that night, she bit down hard on her lip and offered herself willingly.