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Hell was the pinnacle of excess and debauchery. Sabrina remembered a mortal saying, “Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die,” but everyone in Hell was already dead and they kept on eating and drinking and making merriment. There was a party every night, a ball, a banquet, that went from dusk till dawn. Demons drank themselves into a stupor then danced until their feet bleed.
As Princess of Hell, Sabrina was always the guest of honor. Everyone wanted to dance with her, everyone wanted to woo her, and more often than not, she found herself in the center of the crush of bodies, dancing the night away.
She’d lived in Hell for a year and a day her father, Lucifer, King of Hell, had found her in the mortal realm, offering her the throne in Hell. She’d accepted in a heartbeat, spirited away on her eighteenth birthday.
Sabrina threw her arms in the arm, moving to the music. The demons pressed close to her, letting her grind against their bodies. She was caught between two large demons, Mormo and Moloch, brothers who’d made their desires clear since she arrived- they wanted her body for their own carnal pleasures, but she’d always denied them. Tossing her head back, she enjoyed the sensation of it all. She liked wanting and being wanted, it was an itch she wasn’t allowed to scratch.
Above the dance floor, she could see Lilith, Queen of Hell, watching her. She was Sabrina’s step mother, and only months after Sabrina came to Hell, Lilith killed Lucifer- Sabrina was sure of it, even though Lilith claimed it was the Demon Lord Beelzebub. Ever since then, Lilith’s sharp blue eyes followed Sabrina everywhere she went. She had one rule for her step daughter, keep her virginity intact.
Lilith snapped her fingers, calling her right hand man to her. After whispering direction, Stolas made his way down the stairs, pushing to the crowd to grab Sabrina by the arm. She tried to pull away but in his vice-like grip she was dragged to the edge of the dance floor.
“Her majesty requests your presence,” he said.
“Tell her I’m busy,” Sabrina said, turning on a heel and melting back into the dance floor. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Stolas return upstairs, leaning in to pass along the message, but she focused back on the brothers before she could see Lilith’s reaction.
As the music changed, Sabrina moved to find a glass of wine that flowed fast and loose in Hell. She sipped her wine, letting the alcohol soothe her, dulling her sensibilities and making her even more horny.
“Princess.”
She turned, having to look up to meet the piercing glare of Lilith. Standing before her, her step mother’s arms were crossed, clearly unamused by the princess of Hell.
“Stepmother,” Sabrina returned, “So nice of you to join the party for once.”
“When I summon you, you come,” Lilith snapped, “My orders are not mere suggestions to suit your fancies.”
“Ah of course, another lecture,” said Sabrina, finishing the glass of wine.
“Maybe if I punish you it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time.”
“You think I belong to you?” Sabrina’s face flushed, a particular emotion twisting in her stomach, hot but not unpleasant.
“If you keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching,” said Lilith, stepping closer.
Sabrina trembled. The very idea excited her, but this was the game they played, pushing each other farther and farther, seeing who would bend.
“I’d like to see you do your worst,” said Sabrina, “I don’t think you have it in you.”
Would this be the night they finally tumbled over the edge together?
She walked back into the crush of dancing bodies, not bothering to look back at Lilith. She danced, moving around the dance floor, looking for the demon brothers, but they were nowhere to be found. Letting herself get lost in the thump of the music, Sabrina let the precious moments tick by.
Finally, she saw Mormo and Moloch making their way towards her, wild grins on their faces. It made her heart stutter in fear. She stopped dancing, backing away, but the pair caught up to her, each grabbing an arm.
“Come along princess,” said Mormo.
“The queen requests an audience,” added Moloch.
“Let me go!” Sabrina hissed, “As your princess, I command it!”
“Queenie up there outranks you,” Moloch chucked.
“And who are we to deny the queen her pretty little daughter,” said Mormo.
Kicking and struggling, Sabrina was dragged from the ball room, where she heard horns sound in her absence. The demon brothers took her to the throne room where Lilith waited on the throne.
“Princess,” Lilith’s features were impassive as she looked down her nose at Sabrina, “Glad to have you join us.”
“Tell your men to unhand me!”
“You’ve been a naughty girl,” Lilith said, “And now you have two options, the first, kneel and repent. Or continue to disobey and be punished.”
She raised an eyebrow, silently asking the question. They’d been dancing around each other for so long, did Sabrina finally want to give in? Did she want to take it to the next level?
Sabrina gave a small nod before lifting her head high, her heart beating as if it would leap from her chest.
“I won’t kneel to you stepmother.”
The crowd from the ballroom was filtering into the throne room, tittering and wondering why their revelry had been cut short.
Lilith’s smile became wicked as she met Sabrina’s unwavering gaze, “Let it be on your own head then. Mormo, Moloch, strip her.”
Sabrina shrieked as the brothers tore the dress from her body, leaving her trembling and naked in front of the lords and ladies of Hell. The air was cool on her skin, making her nipples harden and with her freshly shaved cunt, there was no hiding her swollen and slick pussy.
“Bend her over my knee,” ordered Lilith, and Sabrina was roughly dropped across the Queen’s lap.
“My step daughter has been very naughty,” Lilith announced to the crowd. Sabrina could hear the glee in her voice as she spoke. “And so she must be punished and taught her place.”
A cheer went up from the crowd, excited to watch Sabrina’s humiliation. A thrill shot through the girl even as her face burned and she squirmed in Lilith’s lap. Never in her most lurid fantasies had she imagined being spanked by her stepmother in front of the kingdom.
One of Lilith’s hands threaded through Sabrina’s hair, gripping tightly, “Keep count girl.”
“Yes, stepmother,” Sabrina replied.
A hand came down hard across her backside and Sabrina cried out in pain.
“One!” She gasped.
Lilith spanked her again, tugging back on her hair at just the right time for maximum effect. Sabrina gasped and cried, counting each strike as her ass grew more and more sore, her cunt grew slicker with desire, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Eleven! Twelve! Thirteen!!”
“The princess is enjoying herself!” Lilith announced after reaching thirteen. She ran two fingers between Sabrina’s swollen folds, making Sabrina shake, and coming up with fingers coated in slick.
The crowd laughed. Sabrina arched her back, spreading her legs wider. She was desperate for release now, more desperate than she’d ever been.
Lilith snapped her fingers, “Sit her up on my lap boys.”
The demon brothers righted Sabrina in Lilith’s arms, and Lilith draped her cloak around her, pulling her close. She was surprisingly strong and there was nowhere Sabrina felt safer than in Lilith’s embrace. She curled against her, pressing her tear stained face against the warm curve of the Queen’s neck.
“Back to your party!” Lilith announced to the onlookers, “While I tend to your humiliated little princess.”
Sabrina let her eyes drift shut as Lilith pressed a kiss to her temple, stroking her hair.
“Too much?” She asked quietly.
“No,” Sabrina whispered back, “it was perfect.”
“Good girl,” Lilith cooed. She moved a hand under the cloak, between Sabrina’s legs to slowly work her still throbbing clit.
Sabrina moaned softly, letting the feeling of pleasure ripple through her. It only took a few short minutes for Lilith to coax an orgasm from her, all needy mews and trembling. Once Sabrina had come down off her high, limbs still unsteady and eyes heavy, Lilith gathered her close, picking her up and walking towards her royal bed chambers.
“Come along little princess,” she murmured, “Let’s get you to bed.”
“Yes stepmother,” Sabrina whispered before falling into a blissful sleep.