Satan drownout

The judgment hall of Hell was cracking with the power of otherworldly energy, when seven proud people received a decent punishment at once. Where the demons were bending in the stocks, the floor cracked, splashing lava, and dark smog began. Satan brushed the ashes off his vest without even looking, imaginary or not, and heavily lifted his massive body to the cheers of the Sins and the nobles, who had waited for the spectacle of the execution for some time. Satan also squinted contentedly and puffed smoke from his nostrils, which gathered for a moment over his head in the letters WASTED, and then dissipated in the sulphurous air: “This will serve as a lesson to anyone who thinks that I am interfering with my plans!” the low growl of Satan, worthy of the final verdict of the judge, the lawyer and the executioner in one muzzle, stirred the echo in the courtroom. “This is Hell, not a talent show. The audience Award can only go to me”. Knocking out a spark from the throne like a whip with a long red-black tail and dramatically turning around, Satan stomped to the exit, stepping with deliberate effort so that the floor cracked under him. A small flying hybrid of an imp and a baphomet darted after him, trembling nervously and barely holding a clipboard in his hands: “Uh, Lord Satan, sir, what’s about your schedule? You have a meeting with the jury, then Beelzebub wanted to confirm you as a Beerbecue mascot…” Satan waved the secretary away with a clawed paw: “Shut everyone out. I’ve already grown fat over this millennium, especially at lunch after that owl with the riffraff. Today is a fasting day! My triceps have to match the weight of power on my shoulders!” It was only at this point that he turned to Yogirt. “And if someone interrupts my stream this time, I will not limit myself to execution… I… I’ll turn them into a force-meter projectile! A squeaking power ball! What do you think?” He smiled defiantly, and Yogirt swallowed and clawed at the planet harder. “I see…” Disappointed that his secretary and psychologist were not too enthusiastic about this level of cruelty, Satan turned away, waved him off with a wing and continued on his way towards his personal fitness center. This hall was not much smaller than the Courtroom, but it was even more brutally decorated. Statues of Sin of Wrath carved in tuff and basalt supported the ceiling, from which sharp chains and lifting blocks hung, and monstrous sports equipment were placed along the edges of the central pool with reddish mineral water, like deck chairs on the beach: kettlebells the size of gnawed hounds, dumbbells made of compressed angel helmets connected by celestial spears, cable simulators made of veins from the intestines of incubi… Satan threw his phone out of his pocket to Yogirt. For a mini-imp, this device was absurdly small and thin, Yogirt had to hold it with both hands like a shield, and poke the touchpad with his feet and nose. “Log into my app and start streaming,” Satan took off his vest and pants to show off to his subscribers all the accumulated relief. Yogirt put the phone on a tripod and nodded when Satan, stripped to his underpants, appeared in the frame of the live broadcast, and fresh comments began to be pushed off one another in the chat.

Ass-of-bass: first

2hlomon: 😗💪😗💪😗💪

dragon_fucker69: 🙋

Nata Lee: whatamaaan 👹💥

“Hello, nerds and rocking chair bosses!” the demon roared a greeting, standing up in a picturesque pose of a circus strongman. “Welcome to the most hellishly intense training!”

MolestiaHorn: I eting cake now, chill

man0taur: Man! 🏋️Man! 🏋️

babyfeathrdustr: Hi badguy 👁️)

Xaosik: hello people. Feelin would be fun.

“As with me, it won’t be difficult for you!” laughing loudly after the catchphrase, the sin-bodybuilder defiantly cracked his knuckles. “Today’s set of exercises is inspired by an ice-cold drummer, who was beaten even by a Stolas who was deprived of my strength at that time”.

dragon_fucker69: 🤣🤣🤣

2hlomon: these 2 cringe & lame

IMHOtep: brothers quarrels

Xaosik: ye trains important. Show yor brawn power!

“In order not to merge like Andrealfus, in addition to protein nutrition, the following exercises will be useful to you… Satan reached for the barbell at the edge of the pool… and only now did he realize that her crossbar, weights, and chains for lifting her were all made of angelic metal. But that wasn’t the scariest part. Chains moved and entwined the arms of the Sin of Wrath. He jerked in surprise, and the barbell rolled toward the pool and fell there, dragging the demon with it. Splashes swirled as Satan sank into the water up to his waist, with only the upper half of his body. Satan was upside down, leaning over the edge of the pool — his legs dangled above the surface, and his torso, arms and head were underwater, held there by heavy weights that defied neither force nor magic. And the app continued to take it all down, passing it on to subscribers dispassionately. Yogirt’s jaw dropped, and he fell into a stupor so much that he almost collapsed, stopping flapping his wings for a moment. The chat was immediately flooded with comments with the pressure of a cola mentos cocktail:

Topa show: wha

uglysillyshit: AAAHAHAHA

Pony Brony: whatafail>⁠.⁠<

IMHOtep: blind Wrath

DrakeAngel: :)))))))))

dragon_fucker69: 😲

EmeraldElefant: press F to fail

HellfairFair: 🤦 mother vivzie…

kirin donated 1000$

The water, heated by the lava, was pleasantly warm. Alarmed by the demon’s fall, it caressed his tense body. Four yellow eyes darted beneath the surface, glowing like large drops of molten metal in a dark pool. Angelic chains wrapped tightly around Satan’s wrists and chest, and the weights were pulled down, holding him upside down. Powerful muscles tensed, and spray shot up as the demon tried to break free. But angelic metal wasn’t the kind that could be manipulated, no matter how monstrous it was. Bubbles burst from his mouth and nostrils. Even if it wasn’t for the water, Satan would have suffocated with rage. The water seeped into his underpants, enveloped his tense muscles… He jerked, trying to roll over, but the chains rattled, holding him down. “Damn it! We need to call rescuers!” Yogirt hammered on the smartphone screen, but the increased number of online comments loaded the application, the calls did not open, and the nervous claws of imp-baphomet poked the wrong way. Data from Satan’s fitness bracelet and a stopwatch were uploaded to the broadcast. The chat did not help or sympathize — its participants were nevertheless hellish creatures and preferred sarcastically commenting, mocking or jerking off.

2hlomon: OOOO, BOSS DUMPED! any bets how long he lasts?

MolestiaHorn: thats not me who did it to him, honestly

Nata Lee: look the weights playing his press 😍

A demonic rush of heat engulfed Satan, stretching from his stomach to his crotch — the risk awakened hunger that had been dormant for centuries.

(Time: 0:10 | Oxygen: 98% | Lust: 10%)

Yogirt’s tiny hands fussed over the device: "Hooray, at least tech support is open! I’ll call the rescuers through it… and a crane to get you out for sure!" Satan growled, releasing another stream of bubbles. He clenched his fists and lunged again, trying to break the chains with the power of pure rage. The tendons in his arms bulged, and the muscles in his back tensed to tremble, but the chains only dug deeper into his skin. Yogirt floated unevenly, so he was shaking from panic, which he tried to hide behind the positive: "Satan, remember our relaxation exercises! Breath… Exhale… through the nose… No, not through the nose, don’t breathe at all! Think of peace, of meditation under a waterfall…" Satan heard the advice and turned his attention to his body, but that only made it worse. The water caressed his lower abdomen, the warm jets seeping deeper, awakening a fire that had nothing to do with his usual rage.

(Time: 0:25 | Oxygen: 84% | Lust: 25%)

The chat broadcast of “Satan Workout” was filled with hellish excitement:

Ass-of-bass: Is water warm? asking for friend who wants join…

radiodemononair: Follow the safety precautions, do not try to repeat this at home!

man0taur: you can do it! 🏋️you can do it! 🏋️

dragon_fucker69: 🐳

The acidity of the infernal water, harmless to the demon himself, corroded Satan’s last clothes. The fabric of his underpants disintegrated like tissue paper, leaving him naked underwater for a laughing stock… Moreover, it revealed to the viewers of the broadcast the shameful secret of the Sin of Wrath. His image of a masculine jock did not go well with the reptilian slit of the cloaca, which looked more like a woman’s slit. The water gurgled softly around his tense lower abdomen, its warm streams persistently licking the gap between his powerful thighs. He jerked as if on a hook, his legs jerked convulsively above the water, his tail spun like a corkscrew, and his wings sent up a fountain of spray. And this allowed the water to gently stroke his trembling stomach and thrashing pelvis, while his tail spun, his legs twitched, and his wings fluttered. The water caressed every curve of her abs, slid over her flexible ribs, and washed over her swollen biceps, bound with angelic chains. Yogirt covered his face with his hands in horror: “Don’t look! Don’t look anyone! This is a violation of your ruler’s privacy!” But the smartphone camera saw everything and sent it to the stream at Satan Workouts, and biometrics were also transmitted there.

(Time: 0:40 | Oxygen: 70% | Lust: 45%)

GnoMeater666: FIRE!

GnoMeater666: LITERALY!

FuckinHamster: spread legs wider for subscribers!

GnoMeater666: LOOK AT THOSE QUADS!

Nata Lee: and what between🥰

HeheTail: The water splashes so playfully… 🚤🌊

radiodemononair: It seems so, Your Majesty… decided to change the genre of your program!

HeheTail: wanna lick…👅

2hlomon: ill call sex-police!

babyfeathrdustr: Than badguy now wetguy 👁️)

IMHOtep: salty shit happens

Satan groaned, so low and booming, the ripples from the splashes were joined by small splashes from this sound. The slit trembled, contracting and unclenching in time with his frantic pulse in time. Angelic chains burned my wrists, but this feeling paled in comparison the growing wave of warmth in my lower abdomen. He tried to squeeze his hips, but the water resiliently penetrated deeper…

moonlight_howling_666 donated 2000$

moonlight_howling_666: will give twice if you tickle him

Yogirt bit his claws and ran his eyes after seeing such a suggestion. Satan couldn’t see what was being written in the chat, and what was happening on the surface, too… Money has become too much of a temptation for imp-bafomet. But he still shyly moved the camera so that it focused more on what was happening underwater than on the fact that someone took him by the hind legs, wrapped around his ankles, and began to tickle him slowly, gently and with a light, stirring pressure, leading his claws from the heel of his long foot to her “palm”… and his tail with a sharp tip quickly waved from the gap to the base of Satan’s tail. A deep, humming roar rang through the water. Satan jerked, but the chains held his torso in a death grip. The invisible claws began their slow, unbearable march from the heel to the ball of the foot. They slid along each line, wrapped around the base of her fingers, the tickling, stirring pressure turned her inside out. "Nnnnnn!" Bubbles burst out of his mouth in a torrent. His tail was spinning wildly, beating against the bottom of the pool. And then — a quick, glancing blow! Someone’s flexible tail flashed like lightning from his wet, throbbing slit right to the base of his own tail. A light, scorchingly playful slap, and the tail disappeared again.

(Time: 1:05 | Oxygen: 52% | Lust: 68%)

MolestiaHorn: really thanks for donation o_O

HeheTail: AAAH! 🤩

HeheTail:TOUCHING LEGS!

GnoMeater666: BOSS IS TWITCHING HIS FINGERS CONVULSIVELY!

Ass-of-bass: 🌚🌝

HeheTail: WHO DID THAT?! MY HERO!

EmeraldElefant: What have I missed?

FuckinHamster: HEY, TAILY! SHOW YOURSELF AGAIN! WE NEED TO SLAP HIM MORE SLIDY, HE’S ALREADY SHAKING THERE!

Pony Brony: uff, tickles x) this time for death I hope!

dragon_fucker69: 😈😈😈

GnoMeater666: LOOK AT HIS 💪

GnoMeater666: HES JERKS!

Nata Lee: IS THAT TICKLE OR MORE>>> XXX?!

radiodemononair: It looks like the Lord of Wrath has become the object of the most perverted massage in the history of the Hell! Go ahead, don’t hesitate!

Yogirt continued to shake his claws, while shouting hysterically off-screen to deflect suspicion from himself: "You bastard! Stop it! You see, he can’t breathe! It’s not fair! Satan, focus! Thoughts of volcanoes! Of molten granite! OF CRUSHING OF SKULLS!" But Satan hardly heard him anymore. The oxygen was burning up, the water was licking his swollen slit, and the tickling claws on his feet were knocking wild moans out of him, drowned out by the water. He tried to squeeze his toes to catch the invisible bite, but the claws only dug deeper into the sensitive skin between his fingers. Another undulating spasm swept through his body from his feet through his trembling stomach right into the throbbing, open-water warmth between his thighs. He twisted in the chains, but in vain. Yogirt’s fingers intertwined with Satan’s toes in a strange, almost gentle gesture in the midst of violence. But then they pulled away when the bapho-imp winced at himself: “Let him go!” he squeaked shrilly, shaking. A moment later, he forced himself to break the grip, but only for one sharp claw to slide with mocking tenderness into the most sensitive interdigital space. Satan howled underwater, his feet dancing in the water in a wild, convulsive dance. And then the worst happened. A barely perceptible, but scorchingly distinct touch. Someone’s slippery, impudent finger-or maybe the tip of a tail? Lightly, like a feather, someone ran his finger down his open, throbbing slit. The touch lasted for a moment and disappeared, leaving a wave of fire in its wake.

(Time: 1:25 | Oxygen: 35% | Lust: 85%)

Satan exploded. He jerked in the chains with a force that cracked the edge of the pool. His tail lashed out, sending up a fountain of boiling water. The four orange eyes rolled back, turning almost white with a wild mixture of rage and uncontrollable excitement. It wasn't a growl that came out of his mouth, but a long, trembling, moaning roar that was carried up by a chain of huge bubbles. His abs and thighs clenched convulsively, his legs jerked in a last attempt to close his hips, but the angelic chains held him helpless and in an open position.

HeheTail: HE ORGASMS?!

FuckinHamster: FUUUUCK!

Ass-of-bass:STREAM OF THE CENTURY!

HeheTail: HE ORGASMS TO WATER RIGHTNOW?!

DrakeAngel: 😏🥂

GnoMeater666: WHODIDTHIS?! IWANTTOKISSHISTAIL! HEROOF THEHELL!

HeheTail:LOOK AT HOW HIS ABDOMEN IS SHAKING!

radiodemononair: Congratulations, Your Burning Infirmity! It seems you’ve just set a new record for… “relaxation”!

dragon_fucker69: 🦖🦖🦖

Nata Lee: thisisit! catch THE MOMENT!

IMHOtep: All insane chat is out of step and me too

moonlight_howling_666 donated 2000$

moonlight_howling_666: alright, deserved

Yogurt covered his face with his tiny hands in horror: "No! Don’t look! This is a nightmare! Satan, come to your senses! Volcanoes! Granite! SKULLS! AHHH!" Satan could no longer think. The oxygen burned out, it seemed, to ashes. His body was shaking with spasms–not only from rage, but also from something wild, pulsating, rising from the very depths of his depraved essence. The water caressed his slit, and the memory of that shameful, fleeting touch burned through his brain. The demon arched in a final, impotent jerk, releasing a stream of bubbles of despair and unspoken need into the hellish water. Yogirt’s paws no longer touched him. But the water was touching, and that was enough. Satan was tickled by his own bubbles, rising up his torso, stroking his concave stomach, crawling past the slit and gently lingering on his thighs to burst on the surface in the erogenous zone above and behind the knee of the animal’s flickering, darting paws — or to play with the tail, dancing and rolling along it in a spiral.

(Time: 1:45 | Oxygen: 21% | Lust: 97%)

Yogirt screamed inarticulately, frozen, but the torture did not end. It was already happening on its own, becoming more and more inexorable at the same time. Each exhale of despair and rage turned into a swarm of silver balls, rushing up Satan’s upturned body. They danced over his tense abdominal muscles, pouring into his bent navel line like small, cold tongues. They made their way along the convulsively compressed muscles of the thighs, dived into the sensitive hollow above the kneecap, to pop with a pop where the skin was thinnest. Another large bubble slid right across the erogenous zone behind Satan’s knee, causing his powerful leg to jerk in a wild, involuntary spasm: "Mmfff! Nnnn!" But the worst part was his tail. Bubbles, hundreds of them, rolled along its powerful, striped length. They licked at the base, curled around sharp black spikes, rising to the tip. Each of their movements, each microscopic explosion on the surface of the skin, sent new waves of unbearable, tickling tension to the very core. The slit, already swollen and throbbing from previous touches, contracted in time with these bubble attacks, releasing a cloud of musk into the warm water.

(Time: 2:00 | Oxygen: 17% | Lust: 99%)

HeheTail: BUBBLES

HeheTail: HE’S CUMMING FROM HIS OWN BUBBLES!

FuckinHamster: THAT’S BRILLIANT! WHO INVENTED THIS TORTURE?! DOMINATING BUBBLES! I’LL PUT UP A MONUMENT TO YOU!

HeheTail: HOW HIS BODY TWITCHES WITH EVERY BURST!

GnoMeater666: TAIL! LOOK AT HIS TAIL!

DragonFucker69: 🐟🐟

GnoMeater666: THE BUBBLES ARE PUTTING THE SQUEEZE ON IT!

radiodemononair: It seems that even the air in his lungs has become the instrument of his fall! How poetic! How humiliating!

Yogirt was blinded by tears, and his white robe sagged: “Breathe! No, don’t breathe! Hold on! Rescuers are coming soon! Think about something weighty! Oh… ABOUT THE WEIGHTS! ABOUT YOUR FAVORITE KETTLEBELLS! WHO ARE KEEPING YOU HERE! AAAH!" Satan didn't see or hear anything. Dark spots danced before his eyes, oxygen was running out, and the agony of ecstasy was monstrous. His body lived a separate, grassroots life from his consciousness. Every bubble that burst behind his knee or on his tail, every gentle movement of warm water through his slit pushed him to the edge. Her hips were thrashing in the water in a last, impotent dance. The tail was beating like a whip, trying to throw off the weightless tormentors. My abs tightened convulsively to the limit, and my chest froze in an attempt to hold on to the last crumbs of air.

(Time: 2:15 | Oxygen: 8% | Lust: 100%)