Sweet Hell (re-post)

A/N: This fic is a bit creepy. Also, I don't own Pinhead or Hellraiser rights, and I don't make profit from this
except fun.


Sweet Hell

As you enter the realm of your hell, waves of hot and cold come over you, steam seeming to kiss your skin. You continue walking down the dim hallway, fondling for the secure feeling of walls around you. You come to a dark room, lit only by four candles, one in each corner, and a crack in the ceiling, letting a beam of moonlight pour in. You walk into the centre of the room slowly.

When you stop moving, you hear breathing close behind you and start to feel the breath against the flesh of your neck. It sends chills up and down your spine. You’re almost too terrified to move, but you try to turn around, your breaths getting shorter as you struggle to make yourself move. You finally turn all the way around, and come face to face with Pinhead. You gasp and stare into his black eyes, searching for some sign of life or emotion. He is so still, you can hear his breathing become deeper against your shallow breaths.

Entranced as you are by his stillness and intense gaze, you step backwards, feeling your knee tremble slightly beneath you. You keep his gaze as you take another step, but he begins moving, gliding forward, stopping right in front of your body, his face close to yours, but still towering over you. His breath is actually cold against your forehead as you look up at him. You break his gaze to look at his chest, which still has blood on it, and the black leather that covers it. You look back up at his face, within which you now see pain and longing. Your brow furrows, and you reach up with a shaking hand to touch one of the pins.

You hesitate around an inch from it, and before you can reach it, he roughly grabs hold of your wrist. You gasp again. He holds it very tightly, and pushes your arm back, so you step backwards, and he keeps pushing intently until you hit a stone wall behind you. His face is so close to yours now that the pin in his lip grazes your lower lip. He frees your wrist, but puts his hand on your neck, keeping you still. You want to speak, to beg him or scream, but you’re frozen. As you stare into his black eyes, you feel his other hand go under your dress and scrape a metal hook up your inner thigh. Your breathing becomes quick and shallow again, and you struggle a little under his strength. The cold hook grazes against your outer lip, and you become very frightened.

A cold sweat breaks out on your skin, and you begin to whimper. He stares into your worried face, and smiles at your fear. You feel the smooth side of the hook come back down, sliding along your clit, which makes you moan in both fear and pleasure, uncontrollably. He looks pleased at hearing your moan, and brings his body closer to yours. He scratches the flesh of your abdomen, and then you feel the hook disappear. He pauses for a moment, piercing you with his intense stare. You await more pain, but instead you feel his fingers push against your folds and encircle your clit. You let out a shaky breath and close your eyes in pleasure. His fingers keep working, and you feel like collapsing. He lets go of your neck and presses his chest against your body.

You close your eyes again, and his tongue slips across your bottom lip and slightly into your mouth. Your tongue meets his automatically, and you start panting and grinding against his hand. He gently touches his lips to yours and then pulls back. You are surprised by his softness. You whine when he parts from you, and his fingers pull out from your wet folds. He stares at you again, and you’re unsure of what to expect…pain or pleasure. In one motion he lifts your leg, and parts your sex with his cock. It surprises you and you gasp and make a small yelping noise as he enters you roughly and fully. He pushes you against the wall hard, and thrusts inside so roughly, but your pain is overcome by the pleasure and satisfaction of being filled after his sweet torture. You part your legs wider and he caresses your mouth with his tongue again. He pushes it in and out, more gently than what he is doing between your legs. He takes hold of your wrists now and pins them to the wall. You feel him scratching them with pins, and he keeps pushing inside of you fully and quickly.

You moan and whimper each time he roughly pounds into you. His black eyes are fixed upon yours as blood trickles down your wrists and your juices leak out from your sex and onto your inner thighs. He gets faster and harder, and his hardness keeps going in at just the right angle, hitting every sensitive spot. He slows to taste the blood on your arms, and then kisses you, allowing you to sample the metallic fluid. You start to become tender, but you don’t want it to end…it’s so painful and pleasurable, it could go on forever. He slows down, pulling out almost completely before shoving it back in. It’s so incredibly smooth and long. You feel more warmth seep from between your legs, and your grinding gets more slippery and even more amazing. Fear starts to grip you once more when you realize what is happening, and that you’re actually enjoying it…you never expected this. You grind into him harder, forgetting about your fear and embarrassment of showing him you want it. He grins and stops suddenly. You whimper again and try to push into him to keep going. It’s almost intolerable. He slowly starts once more, slipping in and out, but staying buried deep inside, thrusting very quickly. The pleasure is continuous from his quick thrusts, and you arch into him, panting and moaning loudly.

You feel his breath against your neck, getting heavier, and you can feel him throbbing inside. You start coming, and take hold of his shoulders for support. With your tight contractions you feel him pulsing and spilling inside you. He carries on just to tickle your sensitive folds and depth, and you can sense another climax building. You look dreamily into his dark orb-like eyes again, and the coldness of them and the tickling sensation below sends you shivering against the wall and gasping for air. He stops moving, and stares at you emotionlessly. Then you feel his hands behind your back, lowering you to the ground. You are thankful, as you don’t think you could stand at the moment. You feel somewhat dizzy, and your vision starts to dim…what’s happening? The last sensation you feel is his length pulling out from your body, and a cold hook against your wrist.