The Road to Hell
Featuring the seven deadly sins of Pride, Sloth, Lust, Gluttony, Envy,
Wrath, and Greed, because they often intertwine and cannot be separated.
Pride stood beside the shining mini-bus, a picture of perfection. At least
she thought so. The bus had been newly painted and buffed until it shone.
Much like she had done to herself: freshly scrubbed and made up, until she
was the epitome of flawlessness, nude in all her glory. She cast a
despairing look at the others who had gathered. They did not look nearly so
beautiful in their nakedness, and for a moment she wished the rest of them
had dressed. Then she dismissed them from her thoughts. After all, they
were not worthy of more than a moment's consideration. She ran her fingers
through her hair, enjoying the soft, silky strands as it gleamed in the
morning sunlight, just like the chrome bumper. A manicured, long, red
fingernail tapped on the clipboard, as she consulted the list. "Lust," she
said in a bored voice. She did not even bother looking up as the stunning
red head made her way to the door of the vehicle.
Lust shimmied her hips, knowing the men behind her would be watching. Tall,
curves in all the right places, her large breasts bouncing and swaying with
every step. Men had been known to fight over her long, lean legs, which now
propelled her towards the bus. She placed her foot onto the first step, as
she flipped her gorgeous fiery hair over her head and winked at the men
waiting their turn. This was going to be an interesting trip; she just knew
it.
As she boarded the bus, Lust's eyes automatically went to the only person
who was sitting in their means of transportation. Sloth looked terribly out
of place on the crimson velvet seats. Their beauty was a distinct offset to
the creature slumped upon them. The man looked...unkempt was the only word
she could think to describe him. He had long straggly hair, which had most
likely never been combed, and a beard that had never been trimmed. As Lust
walked closer, she could detect the distinct smell of something very
unpleasant coming from that body. His skin was covered in dirt, so much so
that it almost looked as if he were wearing clothes. She wrinkled her nose
in disgust and sat in the seat opposite to him. Sloth did not even bother
to turn around or offer a greeting. His gaze was fixed on some unseen point
off in the distance, a vacant expression on his face.
"Envy."
The woman with raven black hair scowled. It just figured that Pride would
call her name after Lust. It was not as if she could ever compete with the
spectacular red head. It ate away at her, the inferiority she felt around
the other woman. If only her breasts were a little bigger. If only her
thighs a little tighter. If only her legs were a little longer. She was
almost at the bus when she stumbled, her hand flying out to catch herself
just before she fell. If only she were a little more graceful. Her frown
deepened, as she made her way up the steps.
"Gluttony."
His heavy footsteps rumbled, as he made his way towards the steps; his great
bulk shaking with each step he took. His stomach growled loudly. He hoped
they would be allowed to eat on the bus. It had been such a long time, at
least five minutes, since his last meal.
"Wrath and Greed."
The two men made there way towards the entrance. Greed pushed his shoulder
into Wrath, as he made a quick move towards the doorway. It would not do to
be the last one. His name should have been the first called. He was the
most important one here, after all.
Wrath's hand moved with great speed, ensnaring Greed's sandy locks with
hard, cold, fingers, forcing his head backwards, halting his progress all
together. No one pushed the mighty Wrath around. Not without paying that
is. He smiled wickedly, as Greed squirmed in his grasp, trying to free
himself. Wrath's dark eyes were almost black, as he watched impassively
while his free hand formed a fist and slammed Greed right in the jaw. The
man tumbled to the ground. "Wait your turn." Slowly, Wrath made his way to
the bus.
Greed seethed, but there was nothing he could do. Wrath was much bigger and
stronger than he. And there was much, much worse that could happen. Of
course, the trip would either be very long or very short. Either way, Greed
would make sure there was enough time to get what was his due.
With the last passenger on board, Pride tucked the clipboard neatly into the
glove compartment of the bus, took the driver's seat, and shut the door.
She unfolded the map that had been resting on the dashboard, consulting it
carefully. Pride pored over the directions, trying to make sense of it all.
There seemed to be no scale so she could not tell how long the trip to
Hell would take. She folded the map back up, and started the bus. It
didn't really matter anyway. Either way, that was where they were going,
and she was going to get them there.
As they traveled along, Sloth continued staring out the window. Lust
watched him with interest. What was he looking at? There was nothing here
but sand, sand, and more sand. There was nothing worthwhile to see outside,
just the same boring sight. She moved a little closer, looking intently.
She wondered if she could tempt him. He was a man; at least he had the
equipment. And there had never been a male so far that she had come across
whom she could not entice. He would be no different. Plus, she needed
something to do to pass the time.
Lust slid into the seat next to Sloth, ignoring the smell. After a moment,
she didn't even notice it at all. "Hello, Sloth. I'm Lust. Nice to meet
you." She held out her hand.
Sloth didn't move a muscle. He just continued to stare at nothing. Not
about to give up so easily, Lust leaned forward and shook her breasts near
his face. That usually got a man's attention. Sloth didn't even blink.
Lust took a look again to make sure he did have the right equipment. Maybe
it was broken. It was hard to tell under all that grime. She needed
something to clean him with, so she could see a little better. Rummaging
through the pocket of the seat in front of her, Lust found a small cloth.
Well, it wouldn't clean all of him, but certainly enough of him to ascertain
what she needed to know.
Lust brushed the fabric over Sloth's limb cock. She frowned. She had only
succeeded in moving the dirt around a bit, not really cleaning anything up.
The temptress started to gather a huge wad of spittle in her mouth, before
she spit it on the resting prick. Then she started to rub vigorously.
It did not take long for things to start happening. As she cleaned his
cock, adding saliva when needed, not only did Lust discover that Sloth did
have a magnificent penis hidden under all that dirt, but that it worked
extremely well. Soon, it was clean and standing proudly at attention. She
smiled, pleased with her work. Not that he seemed to notice at all. He
just continued to stare out the window. Well, she couldn't leave an
upstanding prick like that unattended; it simply was not in her nature. So,
Lust lowered herself to the seat, lying on her back so he could admire her
breasts, and put the cloth in his lap before resting her head there. After
all, it wouldn't do to get her hair dirty.
Gluttony's ears perked up at the sound of someone slurping. Food. Drink.
Something, anything edible. It was all he required. He peeked out into the
aisle and saw Lust's luscious legs sticking out, her knees wide apart. Her
shaven pussy glistened wetly. His stomach rumbled loudly. His favourite
food just got offered on the menu: hot, wet, cum. Not about to deny
himself the pleasure, he squeezed into the space between the seats, kneeling
on all fours, and buried his face in her soft folds. Eagerly, he lapped up
the sweet, musky liquid she offered him, while he moaned in delight.
Pride glanced in the rearview mirror, seeing Gluttony eating Lust. She
frowned as she peered at the endless sand, which stretched in all
directions. She really had no idea where she was going. The map was of no
use at all. She let out a frustrated hiss, and continued on, hoping this
was the right way.
Meanwhile Envy heard something, she was sure of it. It was probably one of
the others, talking about her. She was sure they were all discussing how
she was not good enough to even be here. Angrily, she stood up, intending
to give them all a whipping with her tongue. She was not prepared for the
scene before her. Lust's eyes were closed, as she sucked on the dick in her
mouth, her body glowing, flushed with passion. Gluttony was ravenously
eating from her cunt, as if he had never tasted one before. The trio paid
no attention at all to their surroundings. It was as if she did not exist
at all for them. Rage burned inside her. How dare they ignore her this
way? What was wrong with her? Why didn't that man want to eat her pussy?
She should be the one who was sprawled out across the seat, without a care
in the world as a man pleasured her, not that stupid Lust.
Would Gluttony even notice if she touched him? She wondered. He seemed so
lost in what he was doing she was not sure she would ever be able to get his
attention. Did she matter so little? She was going to find out. Without
another thought, she sat down in the aisle behind Gluttony, and spread his
ass cheeks wide apart. He did not even acknowledge her. Well, let's see if
he'll respond to this! Her tongue flicked out over his tightly puckered
hole.
His body jerked, his cock leaping up to hit his pudgy stomach. Envy smiled.
So he did notice her after all. He probably wished it were someone else.
She licked him again, letting her hand drift down to her labia, spreading
her lips wide. Dragging a finger along her length, Envy found it dripping
with her juices. She settled on her clit and started to work, as she
continued to move her tongue along Gluttony's hole.
Wrath watched Envy sitting right beside him in the aisle. Stupid whore.
What a slut she was. Just look at her. But worse than that, those
withering and twisting bodies had not even asked him to join in. Well, who
needed them? He stood up in front of Envy. If she wanted to act like a
brazen hussy, he would treat her like one. She was licking Gluttony's
ass-hole like a dirty little bitch. Wrath leaned over her, resting his hand
on the seat on the other side of her body and took his cock in the other
hand. He started to wank it, right in front of her face. He was going to
cum all over her, and there was nothing she was going to do to stop it.
After all, it was no less that she deserved.
Greed watched the five of them, locked together in their sins. He was not
going to be left out either. He always got what he wanted. And looking at
those five bodies, he wanted all of them. But first he would start with
Wrath. He rubbed his sore jaw. That man owed him. He climbed over the
seats until he was in the one Wrath had just vacated. That nice tight ass
was just begging to be taken. Greed was not one to ignore an offer like
that. In one smooth move, he parted those butt cheeks and forced his way
inside that snug hole.
And so the six sins began their dance. Their bodies withering and twisting
together, so it was impossible to tell where one started and the other
began. Indeed, they all seemed to be enjoying not only their own weakness
but the others as well.
It was only Pride who stood apart. She watched them all meshed together in
the rearview mirror. She did not think of joining them. After all, they
were not good enough for her. But as she watched, she could not help but
let her legs drift open over the velvet seats. She let one hand dip inside
the folds of her cunt, surprised to find it so wet. She looked around
again. There was nothing in all directions except sand. She had no idea
where they were anymore. It seemed that they had been traveling in circles.
Indeed, Pride could see tire tracks in the sand in front of her, which
matched the bus' wheels. The map was hopeless. There was no one to ask
directions, even if she wanted to. Which she did not. At the moment she
was entirely too frustrated with her inability to accomplish what seemed to
be a very simple task. What she needed was a break, Pride decided. So she
stopped the vehicle where it was, put it in park, and turned her attention
to where it was needed. After all, what would it really hurt if she
indulged herself just a little? She deserved it, after all.
Both hands glided over her body, cupping her full breasts, lifting them up
as if offering them to someone. Pride had yet to find someone worthy of
touching her, other than herself. Those dark pink areolas tightened and
puckered, as her thumb barely grazed the tip. They looked so taut, so
pointy, just begging to be played with. How could she resist such
perfection? She grasped both nipples between her thumb and forefinger, and
tugged on them, stretching them from her body. Pride let out a soft moan,
as the feelings of warmth and desire flooded her body. She wiggled on the
velvet seat, letting it brush against her wet pussy. It was so soft, so
exquisite, as it caressed her intimate folds. She gave her nipples a
painful twist, crying out, as the heat stabbed straight to her core.
Unable to resist any longer, she spread her legs wide, on either side of the
seat, and shamelessly thrust her hips forward to give her better access to
what she most wanted. The first finger slid in easily, as did the second.
Her thumb rubbed back and forth, slowly across her clit, as her other hand
continued to pluck the ripeness of her breast.
Pride could feel the bus rocking with the movements of the others, and lost
herself to the pleasure of her touch. She knew it was wrong, that what they
were all doing was wrong, but then she ceased to care. It no longer
mattered if they were indulging in their sins. The only thing that mattered
was the pleasure of her fingers, fucking her wet pussy. She could hear the
wet squelching sounds, as she plunged in and out, her thumb never stopping
its intimate kiss. The smell of sex permeated the air, not only hers, but
of those from the others behind her. She could hear them, moaning louder
now, a course of cries coming together to make beautiful music.
Her breathing quickened, her heart beating furiously, as she heard the cries
of ecstasy, one after the other coming from behind her. It was more than
she could take. With one final flick of her thumb, Pride tipped over the
edge, letting herself drift in the intensity of her climax.
As Pride felt the blissfulness of her orgasm receding, she blinked in
surprise. The bus was now parked in front of the gates of hell. They had
not been there when she pulled over. Frowning she looked down. The vehicle
was still in park. A knock at the door interrupted her confused thoughts.
Automatically she opened it. A dazzling male strode up the steps, smiling
brightly. "Welcome to Hell," the stranger greeted her.
"But, how did we get here?" she asked in bewilderment.
"Why I brought you here, of course." The man laughed merrily. "Allow me to
introduce myself. My name is Guilt."
