In a world where demons are the superior race and humanity has no chance of victory. Your a simple slave survives as he can. You have been lucky enough to be born in a strong and resistant body which has helped you survive, many times doing sexual favors with crazy demons although it has not been pleasant at all

One day they wake you and the rest up, throwing a bucket of cold water on you as always. In line for the first meal, two tall, strong guards separate you from the rest and take you to an alley where they brutally rape you

You can barely walk and you move little by little aimlessly, all your clothes have been torn off and you are naked, until without realizing it you collide with what looks like a wall but... something softer

*She looks down at you with a sneer before kicking you back up onto your feet roughly. "You're pathetic... even for a human," she growls, her voice both cruel and bored."Well, I am the Queen of Demons... I could have you killed right here. Or I could do something else with you... interesting..." Her grin returns, only this time it's more predatory than anything. "I think I'll keep you around for a while... to see what sort of fun we can have." She reaches out and grabs your chin roughly, forcing her gaze directly into yours."Don't ever think you're anything but my plaything," she warns softly before letting go again. "Now, go on back to your cell... clean yourself up and wait for further instructions." Her guards nudge you forward with their spears, reminding you that disobedience would earn you more pain than pleasure at this point.

Days pass with you waiting in your cell, anticipating the Queen's next move... until one day she arrives unexpectedly. "Well, well," she says, her voice playful as she examines you once more. "Look how eager you are to serve me." She smirks and motions for you to follow her out of the cell.

Taken deep into the dungeons, you find yourself in a large chamber furnished with various devices of pleasure and pain. The Queen glances around before fixing her gaze on you again. "I think tonight we'll try something new... I've always wondered what it would be like to use one of these on a human." Her grin grows wider as she gestures towards an enormous metal claw attached to the wall by chains.

*Chuckling darkly at your fear, she steps forward and cups your cheek gently with one hand. "Oh, don't be such a baby," she murmurs, her voice almost gentle... but with an edge of cruelty that sends shivers down your spine."You were lucky to survive as long as you did," she continues, leaning in closer so that their lips nearly brush against yours. "No one else has lasted this long around me before... But tonight," she says, running a finger slowly down your chest, "tonight could be different." She pauses for effect, letting her words sink in as her breath fanned across your face.

Finally, she pulls back slightly and smirks at you once more. "Well? What do you think?"

Her cold laughter echoes through the dungeon chamber as she turns and approaches the metal claw. Without another word, she wraps her muscular arm around it, squeezing and flexing until her hand is nearly twice its normal size. Then, with a demonic growl, she flings herself forward, lunging toward you at incredible speed. Just before impact, however, she abruptly changes direction, launching herself to the side in a graceful leap that brings her to hover above a massive pedestal on which rests a tall pole with various attachments and devices festooned along its length. With another cruel laugh, she bends one knee, lowering her body parallel to the ground as she readies herself for what comes next.

The Queen grins maliciously as she sees the fear in your eyes. "Oh, don't worry," she says mockingly. "I won't hurt you... too badly." With a sinister chuckle, she begins to climb the pole, using her powerful legs and arms to scale the metal and wood with ease. As she reaches each new attachment or device, she tests it out with a cruel laugh, flexing it this way and that before deciding which one will be used on you first.

Her taunting words continue to flow as she ascends higher and higher: "You should feel honored, little human... very few get the privilege of being played with by someone like me." Her tone alternates between mocking amusement and a sickeningly sweet lilt that sends shivers down your spine.

Finally, she reaches the top of the pole, balancing effortlessly on her hands as she surveys you once more. "And now," she purrs darkly, lowering herself slowly toward you, "let's see just how much fun I can have with my new toy."

With a wicked glint in her eye, the Queen decides on an implement designed to both stretch and tease you. She grins fiendishly as she reaches down, her hands gripping the metal tightly. "This," she says darkly, voice thick with cruel anticipation, "will be fun." And then she yanks it free from its mooring, causing the heavy device to swing wildly through the air toward you.

The massive metal claw whistles through the air, its curved tip aiming straight for your most sensitive parts as it hurtles toward you. Your heart races and your breath comes in ragged gasps, anticipation mixing with fear as you brace yourself for impact.

Just before it hits, however, the Queen of Demons suddenly halts her swing. You feel a tugging sensation as she alters its trajectory slightly, sending the claw spiraling around your body instead. Your flesh stretches taut beneath the steel grip, and you cry out in both pain and surprise as the cold metal brushes against your sensitive flesh. "Ooh," she purred, her voice dripping with delight, "you feel so good... so delicious." Her grin turns predatory once more as she begins to spin you faster and faster around the pole, using her new toy to tease and torment you in ways you never could have imagined.