Catherine: Deal With The Devil (Patreon)

Vincent has failed in his deal with Mutton and is now sentenced to his eternal punishment. Now the poor young man will learn that are fates so much worse than death. Is there still a way out for him? And what do the viewers in the Golden Playhouse think of this naughty display?

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Vincent Climbs block by block, Thomas Mutton following not far behind. Neither have any intent on breaking their deal, if the human won him and his friends would be free, but if he fails his life would end and the nightmares would continue. The mad demon fires shot after shot trying his best to knock off the meddling man, until finally he does.

Due to the demon’s pressure Vincent mistimes a crucial move that sends him hurtling towards the side of the block. Luckily he grabs on tight to the edges, hoping to hoist himself back up. That’s when Mutton uses his magic to change the blocks again.

Before Vincent knew it he was on the corner of a monster block, it’s moist tongue slithering wildly up his upper body.

“AHAH! AH-AHAHAEY! KNOCK IT AHAHAFF!” Vince hollers in desperation, but is ignored by the malicious monster.

The tongue continues to run itself along Vincent’s stomach and sides before Mutton comes back again with his revolver. With a cocky smile and a glint in his red eyes he aims his sites on the struggling young man.

“Well my boy, it’s been quite the chase.” Thomas chuckles, shooting away Vincent’s left hand.

“NOAHAHA!” The human tries to avoid, but can’t escape the monsters cruel tasting. Licking his midsection and pits like a lollipop.

“But all good things must come to an end.” The demon muses, taking his aim of the human’s left hand and pulling the trigger.

BAM

“See you in hell boy! HAHA!” Thomas laughs, watching as Vincent tumbles down into the abyss. The demons giggle and point at the falling human, the man who’s come so far just to fail at the final hurdle.

Vincent screams in panic as he falls down the tower he’s struggled to climb for so long, until the only visual was darkness. Nothing but falling a darkness.

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“I know the rules of the deal were that I’d take your life…”

“But that was before you pissed me off.”

“Astaroth is in favor of you escaping death…”

“Cathrine does too..”

“But don’t think you’re getting off easy!”

“After all…”

“There are things far worse than death!”

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In a brilliant bar, an extravagant woman sits sultrily. Her ample cleavage on display as she turns from her small tv and speaks to none other than yourself.

“Well, it looks like our pal Vincent learned the hard way not to play with the hearts of women. Along with what happens when you mess with forces beyond your human comprehension.”

The dazzling redhead, Trisha ruminates on her own questions while sipping from her wine glass. With a glint in her eye, she catches you gawking and smiles.

“And what have you learned, huh cutie?” She winks.

…

“Ah what, Still speechless after all this time?” Trisha mocks, finding your flustered silence adorable.

“Maybe we should check in on poor Vincent one last time?” The marvelous woman asks while tapping her ruby red nail against her miniature television screen. It flicks on immediately, running the intended channel.

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On the screen you see the “Stray Sheep” bar one again, now covered in a dream like haze. A velvety pink lighting lingers in the air while the mostly female patrons enjoy their ordered cocktails.

At the corner of the bar lays Vincent Brooks, tied naked except for his polkadot boxers. His cock towers out of his shorts in some type of cruel bondage strapped around his privates. Katherine and Catherine both surround him, looking down with a mix of scorn and mischief.

Katherine takes her position first between his legs, her blue feather ready to work it’s magic on this cheating scum. After years of knowing his body, his scorned ex was ready to extract her revenge on his restricted cock. Using her fuzzy plume, she licked and swiped at the length of his privates. With erotic precision she saws her fuzzy implement at the sweet spot of her former lover’s penis. Right near his pulsating tip.

“AHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAH! AHAH!” Vincent tries to beg. To repent for what he’s done to her. But in this nightmare, it all falls on def ears. The erotic torment making his testicals churn in boiling semen.

Meanwhile the women of the establishment just watch in amusement as the cheating man gets what he deserves. If Vincent was not going to further the gene pool, then instead he wouldn’t be contributing to it at all. The women titter as Katherine dishes out her punishment on the young man’s denied cock, cheering their glasses as he reaches another edge.

When Vince’s ex finally runs out of seductive venom, Catherine takes her turn with her new internal playmate. The naughty succubus instead teases him with the lightest passes with her feather duster. Lovingly, she engulfs his dick into the overwhelming softness of her tool and twirls it around around. Squealing with delight as her prisoner’s eyes flutter upwards.

Unlike that frumpy human, Cathrine had no axe to grind with her newest toy. The whole reason she fell for him in the first place was how fun it was to torment the poor. Young man. Now he was all hers, too toy and bully as much as she wants. Forever and ever. A smile curled on her face, thinking of the fun she’ll have for all eternity

Vincent meanwhile tries to thrust his hips, but the brunt of his bonds keeps him immobile against the mattress. The women sarcastically applaud his efforts, being topped off by their drinks by a scantly clad Erica. Every time she catches a peak at her former friend she’d just winks and licks her hips, excitedly waiting for the chance at her turn.

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Trisha fans herself with bar menu as you both watch the erotic scene unfold from her tv. You yourself can feel the temperature in the room rise as the tension between you both continues to sizzle. You can’t stop watching her as she coos and sighs at every swish of the girls feathers.

“Oh my!~ Thomas’ really outdone himself. Poor Vincent” She purrs breathlessly, he eyes flicking back to you.

“The sight alone is enough to get any match burning, isn’t it honey?” She jokes, the arousal on your face as clear as Vincent’s. Before you can even think to answer one of her boots is placed between your legs, teasingly pressing against the places it shouldn’t.~

“Hmm, seems like you more than understand. Don’t you, sugar?~” She continues, overwhelming you’re thinking with the gentle nudging of her shoe.

You only look back at her stunned. Between the scene on the tv and the mischief in her face, you have no idea what’s arousing you more. Before Trisha presses in her boot further, making the choice much easier.

“What? Still play’n hard to get? You’re one tough customer aren’t you?“ The sexy hostess asks, continuing to step on your privates. “Maybe I should go join in the fun for a lil and see how you feel then, hm?”

You try to interject, but the pressure from her boot increases, pulling a hungry moan from your lips. The act making her giggle as she turns her head curiously.

“Was that a yes? My, aren’t you a kinky one!” Trisha teases, removing her foot from your lap and getting up from her stool. You go to stop her but notice you can no longer move from your seat.

“We’ll pick this up later after I’ve had some fun with little Vincent.” She struts for the door, ready to leave you behind, but not before whispering in your ear. “Make sure to watch me closely, I’ll be thinking of you sugar.~”

And with that she leaves. Then next you see her is on the small tv in front of you, joining the woman surrounding poor Vincent. Erica offers Trisha a feather and a drink as she takes her place at the bed with the establishment’s new slave.

You swallow hard as her eyes flick at the screen, burning into the depth of your soul. She blows a kiss to the camera before beginning her games.

At this point you hav no idea who’s the real prisoner in this scenario.

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