One more bound for hell. By Rhodry

Samuel that made a deal, a pact with the devil, to be rich and powerful and to have any women he wants. When he wants. So it when on for thirty years like this, and he thought it was last of forever. But the devil is not without his sense of humor.

Samuel died in a middle of his weekly orgy.
Before he realized it, he saw him, sitting there holding it. His contract, its time to paid up now.
I have lovely place for you for the next 50 years or so.
He said wait. Is there something, I do, some service I can repaid you.
Hmmm, you could have some other use to me now.
Anything I can do, lesion my time here. Samuel said.
Here signed this. He said.
He quickly read it, and said you must be joking, he said.
No, I'm not, the devil said. Unless you choice not to. I do have a place for you.
Okay, okay, I'll sign. Then does it start. He asked.
It started now, after a few years of transfiguration, training. You be more than read.
After a short time ( five years to be exact).
A strangely beautiful twenty-something woman. Appear in the scene.
Many men noticed her. Many wanted her. She was always seem in places, like bars or restaurants that, men mostly visit.
These men were marriage, not quite happy. They needed sometime away from there wives. Many or most would think of it. And some would want to get in her knickers. To pull of her dress off of her.
But they were drawing to her almost magnetically, magically.
When Samuel touched them they were hooked. When he kissed them with her lips lightly they followed, she like a college frat guys, who wanted to get some.
What happen next was more wild lustful carnal sex, that wanted to give her.
As the moment lustful passion, struck her. And as he started to penetrate her. He was slowly drawing into her vagina. And before he could scream.
He was sucked into her body. All the that was left were his clothes. A little wore, like it was there for days or weeks.
Yes, Samuel was a good tool, a good device to suck in those men who were stupid or foolish enough to be tempted.
Did Samuel feel sorry, maybe for a moment. But at least he knew he wasn't a saint or claimed to one.
Maybe another one. For tonight. Such righteous men, they are worsted and there soul are more grey than mine.
Samuel wonderer how simple it was. She barely touch them, she took them easy.