Chapter 1 - Lilith/Borderlands

Contrary to popular belief most demons were quite pleasant on the outset in both their mannerisms and appearances. They dressed rather dapper, polished their horns, and took pride in first impressions; it made betrayal so much sweeter. 

Malathzar was no different and made a concerted effort to look his Black Sunday best on nearly every occasion. The demon lord’s favorite outfit was a pearl white suit, black wingtip shoes, and a small pair of onyx spectacles. His skin was lavender and large horns jutted from short styled hair; also black. He was slender but athletic and was of average human height at 5’10”. 

There was a peculiar aura about him today, as even though he was obviously still an entity of darkness there was light air to his presence; Malthazar was ecstatic. Business was doing well enough, but for the most part they’d only taken on assignments from minor league players. The muffled moans of relatively unknown superheroines, swashbuckling adventurers, and the odd princess or two could be heard from their own personalized cells; each captive being “reeducated” according to the client’s wishes. T

hey spanned from across the known multiverse and were often vastly different in appearance and backgrounds. The Abyss lied beyond causality and time, making his list of potential clientele virtually infinite. Malthazar took pride in his facilities, as the showroom floor looked nothing like an infernal hellscape and was closer to that of highly sophisticated office space in appearance. 

A first batch of properly broken playthings presented themselves willingly to visitors in the lobby, “success stories”, as he’d like to call them. Ditsy, cum-loving broads in scandalously revealing attire roamed about the stylish facility, testifying to the wonderous job that Malthazar’s associates had done. These first small-time contacts would keep the operation running, but today he’d received a request that really caught his attention; it was big. 

Lilith, Day 1
 
Malthazar was intrigued by this client, an eccentric fellow by the name of Handsome Jack, and decided that this captive was well worth the time and resources. Apparently, the woman in question was one of the few extremely powerful psychics of her universe; the demon didn’t need to know much else as far as precautions went. She’d been a thorn in some miserable little planet’s side for some years and now her time was up. 

Mr. Jack explained that he would’ve just killed her himself, but after receiving their extremely peculiar and almost entirely unbelievable advertisement he had to see if it was real. An Interdimensional corporation of demons who aided honest, hardworking, business tycoons by torturing godawful bandits? He had to employ their services, and who better than the crimson-haired slut to be his first guinea pig? The Lord of Corruption would happily oblige. 
 
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The siren’s eyelids slowly flickered open, recovering from the brutal beating she'd received at the hands of some amped up Hyperion thug or another. She must’ve respawned at a New-U kiosk— yellow eyes blinked open in confusion. What the hell— she tried to speak but a rubbery gag had been inserted into her mouth. 

Worry began to set in, as she realized that her entire body had been completely bound and restricted; stretched arms hung above her head and were connected to the metallic ceiling via metal chains. She was still clothed, but the feeling of this room was giving her major serial killer vibes; a thick electronic collar had been tightly secured around her throat as well. 

The cube-like room was most unsettling by one fact alone: it was too sterile to have been anywhere on Pandora. Fuck this. The mystically gifted woman would simply phasewalk out of her bondage and kill whoever had humiliated her like this, kill them and then kill everyone else involved; Jack Most likely. She closed her eyes to focus, indigo tattoo flaring in a pent up energy, then... nothing. W-What! 

Beginning to panic, she balled a tiny fist in another attempt to muster her power, again there was nothing. Vault hunters faced all kinds of unspeakably fucked-up situations and creatures, that just being a part of the job, and the sultry siren usually remained well composed and could keep a straight face. This on the other hand? Deprived of her abilities and bound? She was powerless; no chest full of guns in sight. 

Trying to assess the situation she frantically searched about the metallic room for another opening besides the great steel door before her, no luck. The walls were all a sleek bluish metal and she could feel them almost humming with some strange energy, Lilith had a sense that they were affecting her abilities in some way or another. There was a low hiss as the door opened and an off-putting woman walked in pushing a covered surgical cart; her expression was one of perpetual deviant bliss. 

Lilith examined the scantily dressed woman with furious eyes. She wore an extremely short white latex dress, matching latex gloves and boots, and  brunette hair was wrapped into a tight bun. Each step she took was seductive, a plump ass and outrageously sized breast barely contained by the tight clothing. The hell?
 
A second figure entered the room, blatantly inhuman as it smoothly treaded into the chamber on four elongated legs. It was an arachnid-like creature with a humanoid torso and appendages with a set of 4 insectoid legs branching from its back. Oddly enough it was wearing a custom-fitted white dress shirt and a pair of slacks on its humanoid set of legs; some demons couldn't help but dress well. Lilith had seen a lot of things on Pandora but this was a strong contender for the strangest. 

“My name is Ornifax!”, the spindly creature greeted from a sharp pair of mandibles, “I’m going to be your reeducation facilitator for the duration of your program! Hopefully by the end of our first session you’ll be warmed up for what’s to come!” While the spider demon’s demeanor was warm Lilith could tell that it had ulterior motives. The bound captive gave a defiant stare and let out muffled sound from her gagged mouth. Her new “instructor” of sorts gladly assisted by using a spare arm to reach out and remove the ball-gag; thick saliva fell from her moist lips. 

“So, you some kind of Eridian?”, she scanned the room once more, “ What kind of kinky vault is this?” The demon looked puzzled and gave his attendant a confused look; she simply smiled at the two of them. “I’m sorry dear, I don’t know what that is”, the chitinous creature’s tone was sincere, “anyways, lets resume.” What the hell? He hobbled into the room and circled her, eying the chained woman up and down with scrutiny: a ragged vest that teased a decent set of tits, tight leather chaps accentuating slim legs, dirt covered alabaster skin. 

“Tsk, what a mess. So much wasted potential.”, the disappointed entity shook its insect-like head. Unamused by his commentary the fiery haired vixen stared daggers at the finely dressed bug, tugging lightly on the chains that bound her wrist. “Nice setup you got here”, she sarcastically goaded, “but if you really wanna get feisty how about letting me out? I can make our little “session” really hot.”; there was a smoldering flame behind her eyes. 

Despite her veiled threats she was merely puffing her chest, trying to buy time to plan, and when the humiliated siren did have one there would be hell to pay. She’d get out, she always did; Roland wouldn’t believe this when she returned to Haven. Ornifax gave the brainwashed assistant a small nod, prompting the obedient cocksleeve to remove the white sheet that covered the surgical table. 
 
The usually daring woman’s confidence immediately deflated as eyes widened in terror, examining the array of instruments that littered the small cart’s tray: vibrators modeled after inhumanly thick alien pricks, studded riding whips, and kits of syringes accompanied by numerous pill bottles. Each item inspired a new depth of dread. That would’ve been a nightmare in itself but something familiar caught the increasingly frantic Lilith’s gaze: A large glass container filled with a viscous purple fluid; a pump and a long tube were attached to it. Lilith’s mind raced as she looked upon it and noticed a yellow seal that marked its side: HYPERION. 
 
“I-Is that, slag?”, she began to stutter. “Ah yes, our employer asked us to utilize this unique mixture of his. ‘Refined slag’ he called it.” Slag was the byproduct of Eridium, Eridium being a powerful element that was often used to power all sorts of fancy tech on Pandora, as well as sirens. Slag was radically different, serving as a mutagen that painfully and often lethally mutated those exposed to it. Refined Slag was a totally new invention of Handsome Jack’s, a less potent Eridium byproduct manufactured solely for this occasion; he could hardly wait to see the final results. 

“To my knowledge”, Ornifex used several hands to arrange his tools and prepare the slag pump, “this may be extremely painful. We'll cross that bridge when we get there.” Lilith’s chest heaved as she began to panic, “If you lay a finger on me—”. “Or what”, the demon spoke without shifting its attention from the table, “what will you do?” It was an honest question that bit to the core. He didn’t need to strike, molest, or even raise his voice to the incapacitated siren for his point to ring true; that was real power. 
 
Ornifex shifted his body to face her own, holding the end of the tube in one of his humanoid hands, “Open wide, if you would.” No. This thing couldn’t have been serious. Did it really plan on force feeding her slag? She’d seen what it had done to creatures on Pandora, making them bigger, faster, and in general transforming them into gnarled monstrosities. 

She sealed her rosy lips tightly, distressed eyes beginning to water as it raised the thick tube to her lips. In a swift motion Ornifex used an insectoid arm and plugged the resistant woman’s nostrils. Two rough claws blocked the airways and the struggling siren could barely keep her mouth closed. She could not let it end like this, after everything she’d survived! After a minute or two her lungs were on fire but the duo of torturers simply smiled and bided their time as her will was pushed. 
 
Unable to fight any longer the siren's body betrayed her, and as she gasped a fresh breath of air the demon hastily plugged her open mouth. It wasted no time in turning on the pump, and the tight-bodied Lilith let out a muffled scream as the thick purple gunk was forced down her throat. Once insubordinate eyes now rolled back as her bound body faintly convulsed; the slutty bimbo of an assistant grew aroused just watching the captive’s throat bulge with each involuntary gulp. Ornifex was also relieved and nodded once again for his assistant to get to work. She hastily followed the demon’s orders, grabbing a pair of specialized shears to rip through the prisoner’s clothing. A razor sharp blade made quick work of the rugged outfit and in no time, reduced to tatters on the cold metal floor. Lilith’s slim abs had been transformed into a small bulge as she was pumped full of the mutagen; deep golden irises slowly faded into a bright lavender. Contrary to her worst assumptions the purple slime didn’t hurt at all as it flowed down her esophogus. If anything it induced a feeling of... ecstasy. The siren’s now naked body grew extremely tender and sensitive as it pulsed through her veins. It was so potent that the sensation of the chilly metal floor on her bare soles was nearly enough for slender bombshell to cum.
 
 Noticing her shuddering body the cordial demon ordered his assistant to stop the flow of refined eridium; that would be enough. As he removed the tube from her sore mouth Ornifex felt a slight clamp of resistance, the panting siren unwittingly attempting to keep the intrusive pump inside of her goo-filled mouth. She didn’t dare to admit it, as her scraps of pride wouldn’t yet allow it, but right now all Lilith wanted was a delicious, lovely, cock inside of her; it didn’t even matter where. Whatever Jack had cooked up was working beyond his wildest expectations. 

The siren's rather ordinary breast suddenly looked larger and firmer with swollen nipples that nearly twitched on their own. S-Shit. The twisted assistant calmly approached from behind before slowly wrapping her arms around the suspended woman’s midsection. She had barely touched the captive and already Lilith could feel the growing heat between her legs; they quivered in pleasure as she felt huge breast press against her back. 

“F-Fuck Y-You”, her pathetic display of resistance was amusing, and Ornifex noted it as he reached towards the table and grabbed a freakish beast-like vibrator. The Siren’s purple eyes locked onto it, spit between lust and absolute dread. They’re gonna kill me like this. The slimy green toy was nearly a foot in length and thick as a wine bottle; ridged and curved. “N-No, no, plea—” Again the demon hushed her, proceeding to press the enormous tip to her womanhood. She let out a long moan as the slimy sex toy's tip alone was enough to make her orgasm wildly; it wasn’t even on yet; painted toes curled in sweet release. “Ah, the first of many”, the twisted spider demon tenderly ran a hand through her short red hair, “now let’s really begin.”
 
Day 4
 
Over the course of the first three days the two tormentors gradually increased the depravity of Lilith’s “training”, using all manner of the stimulants and tools at their disposal. Demons never slept and that meant Lilith didn’t either; a cocktail of drugs and refined eridium were used to keep the defeated siren awake. 

In the brightly lit cell there was no way to tell time and hours felt like days while they molested and prodded her. By the 3rd day she was barely the headstrong siren that had ransacked the planet Pandora, more or less reduced to a shattered husk. That said, slag was a mutagen, and her body had been transformed greatly by it; the once blue tattoo that covered her left half was now a glowing deep purple Every aspect of the woman had grown thicker and softer, slowly being molded into a buxom bimbo by her captor; Handsome Jack had really outdone himself. 

Ornifex was methodical in his torment and frequently plugged her with some monstrous cock or set of thick anal beads, forced her to go down on the lusty assistant, or overloaded her system with stimulants to test how hard she’d climax. Whenever they seemed weak or that the now wildly curvaceous Lilith was numb to the pleasure he’d administer another slurry of her “medication”; it had been injected in quivering hole she had by this point. “Good morning!”, her captor mused from behind, reaching around and using a free hand to wipe away her runny makeup. 

“G-Good morning, Mr. O-Ornifex” The deviant had pushed her to the limit. The only time he offered the siren any respite was when she behaved and addressed him properly; his lustful assistant had stepped out to service someone else. Toiling over the table of used toys the insectoid began to speak but was promptly cut off by an explosion from outside the chamber. “W-What in the nine hells—", he was cut short as the metallic door hissed open and a barrage of acidic bullets struck his torso. The twisted entity screamed as its chest sizzled open and it quickly collapsed to the floor, dead. 

Lilith jolted in her chains, gasping as she watched her tormentor get gunned down. Her mind had been twisted so much already that she didn't know how to feel about it; was there a hint of sadness? The exhausted siren turned her attention to the shooter, well shooters, as Rolland, Mordechai, and Brick entered the holding cell.
 
The naked Lilith began to sob hysterically, rustling the chains that restricted her arms, simply overjoyed that the seasoned trio had come to rescue her from the unimaginable torment she’d endured. 

Lilith’s welcoming body was wracked in constant bliss but her mind was teetering on the brink of insanity. Weapons in hand the three vault hunters eagerly approached  but spoke no words as they circled the busty captive. Lilith’s final scrap of relief faded, as she began to no notice that their faces were cold and expressionless. What was wrong with them? Just by their movements she quickly discerned that they weren’t the people she’d fought through hell and back with, that something was terribly off.

Well, they weren’t, as Malthazar possessed all types of advanced technology and with some DNA samples graciously gifted by their client the demon was able to clone exact replicas of the siren’s companions. They were identical to the brave vault hunters of Pandora in every way, bar the true consciousness or moral compass; programmed puppets of sorts.
 
 Elementally infused weapons dropped to the floor as Brick was the first to press against her back, having already removed his enormous member from dark leather pants; the transformed siren gasped as she felt his warm throbbing flesh rub against her rear. He wasted little time pushing into her moist quivering snatch, wet and loose from hours of stimulation. 

F-Fuck! She could feel her walls hungrily gripping the clone’s manhood but her psyche was reeling from the perceived betrayal; the vault hunter replicas silently watched, unsettling grins on their faces as they lacked what most would call a soul. Each gratefully took their turn spreading, fucking, and then emptying a hot load of spunk into the sweaty Lilith; they roughly twisted her swollen nipples and played with her ass as they did so. The once proud siren’s tongue unapologetically hung from her mouth, a stream of saliva rolling off of it. 

There was no rationalizing what was happening, no way to fight it, as her sensitive body was ravaged by her “friends”; Lilith's mind was gone. Roland’s clone finished inside of her last, and as he removed his throbbing erection several loads of thick semen began to spill from her body, pooling onto the metallic floor below. 

“Ow.”, Ornifax slowly rose from the ground, wiping away some of the acid from his chest. It was much harder to kill a demon than that,  “I really liked this shirt... anyways, what a fine group of boys.”; Lilith no longer had the capacity to speak. 

Demons lived to break their victims will, no matter what kind of demon they were, and Ornifax' tried and true method was the good ol' "false hope" maneuver. It wasn't enough to fill someone with drugs or mercilessly rape them. A victims will had to be crushed and all hope for salvation destroyed. He moved in close and tenderly ran a humanoid hand over her flushed cheek, she happily took a digit into her mouth and began to suck it enthusiastically. No one was coming to save her and Lilith knew it, plus what had chasing dangerous relics and guns got her anyways? Nothing but bad memories and wasted years. 

Yes, this felt good, better than good. It gave her purpose. Ornifex removed his thumb from her suckling lips after indulging the horny siren but she quickly panted in protest, “P-Please, just f-fuck my mouth. A-Anywhere you want r-really, I j-just want to feel g-good.” He paused, glaring at her with black insect-like eyes, “Mr. Ornifex.” “Good girl.”
 
Day 9
 
The holographic screen sparked to life before Handsome Jack, the egotistical quintillionaire kicking his feet up in the grandiose Hyperion office. “Oh its you!”, he cheerfully greeted the Lord of Corruption, who appeared on the display. Malthazar nodded in response, “A pleasure Mr. Jack.” 
 
“Handsome is just fine, so, progress on my little investment?” The megalomaniac was eager to see their work first hand. Never a fan of delays, the finely dressed Malthazar casually motioned for the new and improved siren to approach. 

Lilith looked nothing like her former self in all the right ways: thick and shapely, thin straps of leather futility concealed her curvaceous body, and her eyes, lips, and hair had taken on the color of the slag. 

The corrupted siren playfully glided to demon and waited for further instruction. “Sweet Butt Stallion!”, Jack moved his legs and leaned in to get a better look then peeked over the screen, “Not you!”; The diamond encrusted pony whinnied. With a snap of his  fingers the broken-in siren descended to her knees and eagerly awaited further commands; her adoration was loving and genuine. 

“A blank slate, as you requested.”, Malthazar gave a humble half-bow before placing a hand in her short purple hair, “She’ll do anything, and I mean anything, that you command.”; she closed her eyes and affectionately pushed her head into his clawed hand. “Well”, Jack leaned back and tried to control his excitement, “this is the wildest shit I’ve seen in my life, and I’ve seen some wild shit.” “We aim to please”, the demon gently pet the loving slave’s head. “Now this little venture cost me quite a few alien artifacts, of which I spent a great deal of time acquiring, but goddamn am I impressed”, he gave the demon a wrinkled brow, “do you have room for any more?” 

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I hope you enjoyed! Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, be it writing style, length, formatting, etc. I do this for all of you and aim to please!

-V
