Chapter 2 - Priestess in Peril: Part 2

For Yuriegh

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Part 2 


It had been months since the portals to the netherworld had opened across the realm, since the legions of demons had poured through; humanity had lost. All that remained was the ruins of their kingdoms and the abandoned temples of their gods; rarely did a soul dare to cross the wastelands of this new hell-scape. 
 
Much of the human population was dead, having been slaughtered by droves of monstrous fiends. The cities fell first, having been invaded by various demon lords’ elite armies; what little resistance within the great walls had quickly been stamped out. The battles that ensued when the beasts arrived was much less a battle, more so a slaughter. Then it was the villages, ransacked by master-less daemons; these attacks were more sadistic and less orderly. They paraded fresh corpses on pikes, singing and barking in their dark tongue as they marched from settlement to settlement. They occasionally took prisoners, but, it was truly a sentence worst than death. 
 
The most horrific fate, by a human’s standards, was to survive your torture; to be altered. Having consumed the demonic essence, usually via the creatures’ foul bodily fluids, you became something almost entirely inhuman. 
 
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Sandra choked on the thick globs of semen, dark strands pouring over the sides of her mouth. So many horrors had ejaculated into her that her once petite stomach was now bulging, making a sickly sloshing sound as more burst of the thick spunk jetted inside. The maiden’s frail body convulsed on the pride demon’s member, but its firm grip kept her from falling. It squeezed her roughly, only causing more cum to spill from her mouth; she would’ve died if her nose hadn’t miraculously still been clear. It was a curse more than a miracle by this point. Ironic, since the beast had taken them to a ruined chapel, perhaps a blatant insult to the gods; the same ones that had abandoned humanity.
 
By this point she had no illusions of escape, as the depraved fiends had spent hours raping her womb, each one harder than the last; probably in a desperate attempt to make the loose walls feel tighter. As soon as one finished another approached, sometimes even fighting over the new toy; she wasn’t new anymore. 
 
Her short red hair bobbed as this creature stroked its final load into her, furiously grunting as it rammed its thick head deeper, she just wanted to die. She had seen others, women and men, being used by the creatures. They all received the same treatment, except for those picked by the truly sadistic; those demons fucked holes that shouldn’t have been fucked. Or made new ones. The only difference between her and the rest was that by now they’d enjoyed it. The seldom times she could hear beyond the roar of her rapist there was the sounds of something else, moaning, deep moaning. The shivering and frightful souls that once entered were now cum-starved deviants, transformed by their new masters' dark seed. 
 
She herself could almost feel nothing, not counting the exceedingly hard punishment, as her body had given out nearly an hour ago. She hung limply from one demon to another, each one using her body to their whim; her fair skin was now red from the slaps and rough gripping.  Her green eyes twitched profusely, it was beyond her control now. The next fiend took its place; its two cocks aimed towards her pussy and asshole, rough studs covered its shaft. This was her life now, and this one would take a while. 

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She suddenly snapped into consciousness, but she didn’t remember falling asleep; had it all been a nightmare? No, for as she tried to sit up thick globs of dark fluid were expelled from her aching stomach. Her real nightmare continued, Sandra knew that this would never end; she could barely crawl let alone escape. Where had they taken everyone. She did her best to search behind the abandoned pews, avoiding the piles of shattered stained glass. 
 
The chapel door was ajar, but it was so far, her stomach churned as the semen burned inside of her. The maiden’s legs trembled, her entire body was on fire. Sandra closed her eyes, all she could do was wait for them to return. 
 
Suddenly the large oaken door creeped open. 
 
Her eyes slowly opened, she wished to gauge the measurements and dimensions of this next beast's cock; primarily to prepare herself. It was unnecessary, as the trespasser was, a woman? She was of average height, but not build, as her wide hips and bloated breast seemed entirely disproportionate. Straight blond hair fell down her shoulders, unkept yet clean; her entire appearance seemed feral yet domesticated. It was hard to put into words. She smiled fully, dark eyes staring down onto Sandra. For a moment the woman was confused, trying to piece together how she had made it here, whether she was human or daemon in disguise. It was not until she noticed the chain around her neck that she realized this was no fiend, but property. 
 
Behind her strode in the true monster, a taller more seductive creature, its long horns jutting outward. This was unlike any of the other creatures she’d seen, as it was no grotesque or mutilated monster, but largely human in appearance. It retracted its unfurled black wings, making it easier to casually stroll down the aisle. It walked on its sharpened heels as if they were stilettos, piercing and tearing the already destroyed floors. Her eyes flickered and danced, the green flames within burning brightly. 
 
“And who is this?” The creature asked inquisitively, “scraps left to rot, or an offering”?
 
Sandra was breathless, this was unexpected, as was how she felt about it. Various demons had spent hours ravaging her, their cocks pulsing with thick veins, studs and warts obliterating her walls. This could be no worse than that treatment, the sight of this demon and its slave, was a relief.
 
The servant spoke, “She’s precious, can we keep her”? This slave’s voice was filled with cheer and desire, in reality she was no less depraved than her master; this woman’s stomach was littered with dark runes, perhaps they’d been tattooed into her by the beast; A sign of ownership.
 
“Quiet Elia, do not speak as if I have allowed you to”. The lust demon spoke with authority and command, her slave quickly taking heed. “Come, fill your mouth and let me speak for us”. It beckoned her over with a clawed digit, grinning seductively. Elia walked over quickly, moving with haste and anticipation. She then fell to her knees before the demon, moving its loincloth to the side; a large pierced cock jutting forward. Sandra gasped from where she lay, could these beasts be any more abominable? Its barbed orange head was touching the slave’s lips, just peeking into her mouth. Elia gave her master’s cock a small peck on the tip, just before slamming its entirety down her throat. She was used to this, taking to it as a babe does a pacifier. She sucked the phallus contently, lost in her own pleasure. 
 
The demon resumed, “Forgive her manners, I will need to reinforce them later”. She patted the slave’s head lovingly, then used one hand to guide her head along the pierced shaft, it was all so casual. “I will assume you have been left as an offering, regardless of the real reason”. The demon examined Sandra’s bloated stomach, biting its lower lip in excitement, the idea of what those things had done to her made its cock twitch. Elia muffled out a moan. “You’ve been abandoned, by your gods, now even by corrupted fiends. What a pitiful sight you are”.
 
It was true, disgustingly true. Sandra tried not to tear up, that sentiment alone had nearly been as bad as her last fucking. She was trash. A defect, even to the twisted denizens of the abyss. 
 
“But I am queen of the discarded”. The demon felt very few emotions, had told innumerable lies, but this it believed to be true. “I always have use for sensitive flesh, plus, a good human is just so rare these days”. She stifled a moan between her words, dark cum spilling forth from Elia’s mouth; the fiend held her head there, for good measure of course. Elia’s pussy was dripping fluids onto the floor; she lived for pleasure such as this; her eyes rolled back.
 
Sandra didn’t know what to say, to any of it. It all seemed so strange, but then again that was the world now. Her body was sweaty, full of unholy semen and Maker knows what else, she had nothing to lose; plus, the gods had abandoned them, her soul must’ve been cheap. She nodded, still on her back. 
 
“Excellent. I take what I desire either way, but I’m in the mood for a willing specimen”. The demon glanced down at Elia, her loyal fuck toy, and believed that it was time she was rewarded. With an audible suction sound, she pulled the maiden’s head from her still swollen member. “Keep it in”, she ordered, “and use it to show our new companion how grateful we are”. Elia nodded happily, her mouth full of the foul semen, she crawled over to Sandra, leaning over her face now. The slave quickly descended, forcing her mouth over the other woman’s, then relinquished her prize. The mixture of spit and cum ran down Sandra’s throat, Elia using her own mouth to try and push it down. Tears welled in the incapacitated girl’s eyes, but not from sadness, perhaps from joy? Her family was dead, her friends were dead, her planet was dead. If this was to be her fate it was no worse than the rest; she would accept it. 
 
Elia sat up, now on her knees. “Mistress Ras’ni, may I please by attended to”? The slave asked cutely, as a daughter does her father for a cookie. The demon nodded, as she had earned this, but would make up for it later with her own mouth. Elia turned around, her thick rear-end now hovering just above Sarah’s face. Oh Mak-Master.  Sandra almost slipped, as she had not to thank the Maker but instead, her new master. The older slave planted her anus firmly above the young woman's mouth and quickly began to grind. The new toy deeply inhaled, cum from Elia still rolling down her blushed cheeks. Sandra knew her place, and began to furiously rim the woman’s asshole as best she could. She would try her best to fit in with her new family.

