The Devil's Retribution

In ashes of the love I knew,

 a darker purpose took its hold,

 betrayed by vows that weren't true,

 I'd claim the hearts, both brave and bold.

Each cheating woman brought to me,

 would learn the price of their deceit,

 in darkness they would come to see,

 the pleasure found in my complete defeat.

The first, a banker's polished wife,

 who seduced her broker for the trade,

 now knelt before me, stripped of life,

 as my sadistic plans were made.

"Your spreadsheets mean nothing here,"

 I snarled, forcing her to bend,

 "I'll chart your pain, your fear, your tear,"

 as I my dark revenge would send.

Her arse, so tight, so unprepared,

 I took without a single care,

 as she bent over, legs quite bared,

 her screams of anguish filled the air.

My hands, like claws, dug in her scalp,

 as I forced deeper, claimed her whole,

 her expensive haircut now a mess,

 her dignity lost to my control.

Her tits, I slapped with rhythmic blows,

 leaving red prints on her skin,

 as tears mixed with mascara flowed,

 a punishment for her hidden sin.

Her mouth, once used for polite speech,

 now gagged upon my thickness raw,

 as I my dominance would teach,

 through painful, unrelenting law.

Her husband thought she worked late,

 while here she served my dark design,

 another high-class woman's fate,

 was to be completely mine.

The second, an artist's creative muse,

 who fucked his rival for inspiration,

 now found herself my dark abuse,

 her body my creation.

"Your art is but a selfish lie,"

 I whispered, tying her to a frame,

 "I'll paint with blood, make you truly cry,"

 as I began my twisted game.

Her cunt, I stretched with cruel devices,

 that pinched and pulled her tender flesh,

 as she endured new sacrifices,

 her body put through painful test.

My teeth found her most sensitive parts,

 her inner thighs, her neck, her breasts,

 as I inflicted violent arts,

 leaving marks that put her to the test.

Her nipples clamped with silver rings,

 that pulled and weighted them quite low,

 as new sensations pain brings,

 made her my dark submissive show.

Her throat, I choked with gentle hands,

 then rougher still, until she gasped,

 as she my dominance understands,

 her former innocence now lapsed.

Her lover thought she sought his touch,

 while here she learned of darker bliss,

 another creative soul I've caught,

 another that I won't dismiss.

The third, a politician's perfect spouse,

 who slept with voters for their aid,

 now found herself in my dark house,

 her reputation betrayed.

"Your power's built on hollow lies,"

 I told her, bending her quite low,

 "I'll make you beg, I'll make you cry,"

 as I my dark revenge would sow.

Her arsehole, tight and unexplored,

 I widened with my brutal size,

 as she her dignity ignored,

 and welcomed my dark enterprise.

My belt wrapped tight around her neck,

 as I rode her from behind with force,

 her breathing shallow, a mere speck,

 of what it was before this course.

Her breasts, I bound with leather straps,

 until they swelled and turned quite red,

 as pain became her new traps,

 and pleasure's path was newly led.

Her mouth, once giving speeches grand,

 now muffled by the ball gag tight,

 as I my dark command expand,

 and she embraces my dark night.

Her constituents thought her just,

 while here she served my every need,

 another public trust I've bust,

 another corrupted soul I've freed.

The fourth, a chef's devoted partner,

 who tasted dishes with another man,

 now found my darker offerings,

 as I my dark revenge began.

"Your culinary skills mean naught,"

 I sneered, covering her in cream,

 "I'll feast on you, a darker thought,"

 as I my dark theme would redeem.

Her pussy, I coated in hot wax,

 that hardened, then was ripped away,

 as she endured my dark attacks,

 and welcomed pain as part of play.

My fingers probed her every hole,

 as I her body would explore,

 making her lose all self-control,

 and asking for even more.

Her buttocks, I spanked with paddles hard,

 until they glowed a fiery red,

 as she my dark approach regarded,

 with hunger that could not be fed.

Her mouth, once tasting gourmet meals,

 now filled with my most private parts,

 as she my darker appeal,

 fulfills with all her beating hearts.

Her husband thought she shopped for food,

 while here she was my dark delight,

 another perfect wife subdued,

 another soul I've claimed in night.

The fifth, a therapist who broke her vows,

 by sleeping with a patient's pain,

 now found herself in my dark house,

 where pleasure meets the darker strain.

"Your healing's but a selfish act,"

 I whispered, forcing her to watch,

 as I her darkest thoughts attract,

 and make her mine with every touch.

Her arse, I fucked while she faced mirrors,

 forced to see her own transformation,

 as she her former self despairs,

 and finds new dark salvation.

My hands controlled her breathing, slow,

 then fast, until she begged for air,

 as she my dark approach would know,

 and learn to live in my dark care.

Her mind, once clear and focused straight,

 now clouded with desire and pain,

 as I her darker self create,

 and make her mine again and again.

Her patients thought she helped them heal,

 while here she learned of darker needs,

 another caring soul I've killed,

 another that my darkness feeds.

The sixth, a virgin bride-to-be,

 who cheated just one week before,

 now begged me for my dark decree,

 and wanted to be my dark whore.

"Your purity is just a mask,"

 I told her, binding her quite tight,

 "I'll take you hard, I'll take you fast,"

 as I began our dark delight.

Her cunt, once untouched, now bleeding,

 as I my roughness would assert,

 her innocence completely receding,

 as pain and pleasure start to flirt.

My teeth marked every inch of skin,

 as I my territory claimed,

 leaving marks that show within,

 the dark desires that I've named.

Her breasts, so new and untouched before,

 now sore from my rough handling,

 as she learns what whores live for,

 and begs for more of everything.

Her mouth, once innocent and sweet,

 now gagged and drooling from my use,

 as she her dark defeat accepts,

 and finds that she cannot refuse.

Her fiancé thought she visited her mom,

 while here she lost her innocence,

 another pure soul I've claimed,

 another that I've convinced.

The seventh, a lawyer's sharp partner,

 who fucked her client for the win,

 now found herself in my dark chamber,

 as I my dark revenge begin.

"Your justice is but twisted law,"

 I sneered, forcing her to plead,

 "I'll show you justice with a flaw,"

 as I planted my dark seed.

Her arsehole, stretched and gaped wide,

 as I my thick cock forced inside,

 her screams of pain turned to delight,

 as she my dark approach applied.

My hands wrapped tight around her throat,

 as I my dominance would show,

 her breathing shallow, her note,

 of submission to my dark glow.

Her mind, once logical and clear,

 now clouded with desire and pain,

 as I her darker self create,

 and make her mine again and again.

Her clients thought she fought for them,

 while here she fought for breath and more,

 another legal mind condemned,

 another soul I've come to awe.

The eighth, a teacher's proper wife,

 who seduced a student with her charm,

 now found herself in my dark life,

 as I protected her from harm.

"Your education's incomplete,"

 I whispered, bending her over desks,

 "I'll teach you lessons, bittersweet,"

 as I her darker self bespeaks.

Her pussy, I spanked with rulers hard,

 until it glowed a fiery red,

 as pain became her new regard,

 and pleasure's path was newly led.

My cock, I forced between her thighs,

 as she her dignity ignored,

 and welcomed my dark enterprise,

 and begged to be completely explored.

Her breasts, I marked with lipstick words,

 that labeled her as mine alone,

 as she her new identity,

 in my dark world has fully grown.

Her students thought she graded papers,

 while here she learned of darker grades,

 another educator subjugated,

 another soul my darkness saves.

The ninth, a nun who broke her vows,

 by sleeping with a priest in sin,

 now found herself in my dark house,

 as I my dark revenge begin.

"Your faith is but a hollow shell,"

 I told her, stripping off her habit,

 "I'll make you worship me in hell,"

 as I my dark plans would transmit.

Her cunt, I defiled with holy symbols,

 turned upside down and used in sin,

 as she her former self dispels,

 and lets her darker self begin.

My hands, like claws, dug in her scalp,

 as I forced deeper, claimed her whole,

 her prayers now moans, as I my grip,

 on her surrendered soul took toll.

Her arse, I fucked while she faced crosses,

 forced to betray her sacred vows,

 as she my dark approach regards,

 with hunger that she can't disavow.

Her church thought she was at retreat,

 while here she served my dark design,

 another holy woman's fate,

 was to be completely mine.

The tenth, a celebrity's darling wife,

 who slept with directors for the part,

 now found herself in my dark life,

 as I my dark revenge would start.

"Your fame is but a passing phase,"

 I whispered, covering her in gold,

 "I'll make you immortal in these ways,"

 as I her darker self unfold.

Her arsehole, stretched with jewelry plugs,

 that glittered as she walked and moved, as she her new role embraces,

 a dark and glittering path she chose.

My hands, like claws, dug in her scalp,

 as I forced deeper, claimed her whole,

 her expensive haircut now a mess,

 her dignity lost to my control.

Her tits, I slapped with rhythmic blows,

 leaving red prints on her skin,

 as tears mixed with mascara flowed,

 a punishment for her hidden sin.

Her mouth, once used for polite speech,

 now gagged upon my thickness raw,

 as I my dominance would teach,

 through painful, unrelenting law.

Her husband thought she worked late,

 while here she served my dark design,

 another high-class woman's fate,

 was to be completely mine.

The eleventh, a scientist's brilliant spouse,

 who traded data for affairs,

 now found herself in my dark house,

 experimenting with our darkest dares.

"Your logic's just a fragile shield,"

 I sneered, restraining her to a table,

 "I'll test your limits, make you yield,"

 as I began my dark and cruel fable.

Her cunt, I stimulated with electric probes,

 that sent shocks through her eager flesh,

 as she her former self disrobes,

 and welcomes my dark caress.

My fangs, I sank into her neck,

 as I my vampiric lust applied,

 making her my dark subject,

 in experiments she cannot hide.

Her breasts, I clamped with wires tight,

 that sent currents through her sensitive peaks,

 as pain and pleasure mix in night,

 and dark fulfillment she now seeks.

Her mouth, once speaking facts and truth,

 now muffled by the ball gag tight,

 as I my dark command expand,

 and she embraces my dark night.

Her colleagues thought she researched late,

 while here she served my every need,

 another brilliant mind subjugated,

 another soul my darkness feeds.

The twelfth, a soldier's loyal wife,

 who slept with comrades while he fought,

 now found herself in my dark life,

 with lessons that cannot be taught.

"Your honor's but a broken code,"

 I whispered, forcing her to kneel,

 "I'll make you carry a new load,"

 as I my dark revenge would seal.

Her arsehole, stretched and gaped wide,

 as I my thick cock forced inside,

 her screams of pain turned to delight,

 as she my dark approach applied.

My hands controlled her breathing, slow,

 then fast, until she begged for air,

 as she my dark approach would know,

 and learn to live in my dark care.

Her mind, once disciplined and strong,

 now clouded with desire and pain,

 as I her darker self create,

 and make her mine again and again.

Her comrades thought she mourned her man,

 while here she learned of darker needs,

 another loyal soul I've killed,

 another that my darkness leads.

The thirteenth, a dancer's graceful partner,

 who fucked her choreographer for fame,

 now found herself in my dark chamber,

 where pleasure meets the darker flame.

"Your movements lack the truest passion,"

 I told her, binding her in twisted poses,

 "I'll make you dance in new fashion,"

 as I my dark approach exposes.

Her pussy, I stretched to painful limits,

 as I contorted her body in strange ways,

 making her forget former merits,

 and welcome my dominating gaze.

My teeth marked every inch of skin,

 as I my territory claimed,

 leaving marks that show within,

 the dark desires that I've named.

Her limbs, I bound in painful knots,

 as she her flexibility would test,

 in positions that would give her spots,

 of pain and pleasure at my behest.

Her audience thought she practiced hard,

 while here she learned of darker arts,

 another graceful soul subdued,

 another that my darkness starts.

The fourteenth, a writer's imaginative wife,

 who slept with her inspiration,

 now found herself in my dark life,

 living out my dark creation.

"Your stories lack the darkest truth,"

 I whispered, forcing her to read,

 "I'll write new chapters, uncouth,"

 as I planted my dark seed.

Her cunt, I filled with ink and quills,

 as I her body would explore,

 making her lose all self-control,

 and asking for even more.

Her mind, once filled with tales and prose,

 now clouded with desire and pain,

 as I her darker self create,

 and make her mine again and again.

Her mouth, once speaking words so sweet,

 now filled with my most private parts,

 as she my darker appeal,

 fulfills with all her beating hearts.

Her readers thought she wrote alone,

 while here she learned of darker ink,

 another creative mind subjugated,

 another soul I've come to think.

The fifteenth, a pilot's adventurous spouse,

 who joined the mile-high club with another,

 now found herself in my dark house,

 flying with me to dark discoveries.

"Your adventures are but childish games,"

 I sneered, suspending her from ceilings,

 "I'll take you to new heights and pains,"

 as I my dark revenge reveals.

Her arse, I fucked while she swung free,

 her body dangling in the air,

 as she her former self would flee,

 and find new freedom in despair.

My hands, like claws, dug in her scalp,

 as I forced deeper, claimed her whole,

 her adventurous spirit now trapped,

 her dignity lost to my control.

Her tits, I slapped with rhythmic blows,

 leaving red prints on her skin,

 as tears mixed with sweat freely flowed,

 a punishment for her hidden sin.

Her co-pilot thought she flew alone,

 while here she served my dark design,

 another high-flying woman's fate,

 was to be completely mine.

Each cheating woman brought to me,

 would learn the price of their deceit,

 in darkness they would come to see,

 the pleasure found in my complete defeat.

Now they return to husbands' beds,

 with marks of my dark ownership,

 their proper lives now filled with dread,

 of secret nights they can't resist.

They beg their spouses for rougher sex,

 for darker games, for painful play,

 their transformation complete,

 they're mine to keep, mine to betray.

Their marriages are but a lie,

 a cover for their dark desires,

 as they my dominance still seek,

 and feed my vampiric fires.

For every cheating woman's soul,

 I claim them all, make them my own,

 in darkness they will find their goal,

 and in my hell, they'll truly groan.

The devil's work is never done,

 as more cheaters come my way,

 each finding in my darkness fun,

 and begging me to make them stay.

So let them come, one and all,

 I'll break them, claim them, make them mine,

 in my dark kingdom they will fall,

 their souls to me I'll reassign.

© NILOY SHOUVIC ROY