Chapter 8

Ashtaroth

Charles grabbed my wrist and wrenched.

I snarled as unexpected pain flared down my arm. The knife fell from my grip. I snarled as Charles punched me in the face with his left hand right on the flail marks. I shook my head and turned off the sensation of pain.

He slammed into me, almost knocking me back on the bed. I caught my balance. Zach was strong and slightly bigger than his brother. I gained my balance and slammed my knee into Charles’s balls. The grunted and collapsed to the ground.

I drew back my fist to punch him when he shot his gaze up and power slammed out of him. He had grown in strength. In knowledge. I staggered beneath his attack. A flutter of fear washed through me. It was powerful.

Could I hold it?

I had to hold it back. I fought to keep from being pushed back by his attack. I held my ground. I would not let him knock me off-balance. He tried to throw my soul out of this body. I shuddered, feeling this tenuous grip on my flesh.

I clamped down my will and rallied against his assault and glared at him. This was my body? He dared attempt to exorcise me?

Oh, he would pay.

He struck again. I battered it away and slammed into Sable. She screamed as she collapsed to the ground. The cops aimed their tasers at me. They fired and stuck my body. I smiled at the jolts of electricity through me.

If I was a human, that would be a problem, but I could turn off the pain. It locked up my muscles for a moment. I smiled at them, loving the fear burning in their eyes. They knew that I would make them suffer.

They dropped their tasers and drew their pistols.

“No!” shouted Sable. “You’ll kill Zach. He needs that body!”

“Kill me, or you will suffer in agony,” I said and gripped Charles by the head. “And you ... Open wide. I want—”

Motion shot through the corner of my eye. I whipped my head around to see Susannah’s soul plunging into my body, a shadowy form clinging to her. I gasped as she was inside of me. I trembled as there was more than the girl and Nisha. A third figure had entered me.

A succubus.

“No!” I shouted a lust exploded in me.

I stumbled back and fell onto the bed. I was seized by passion to grab my cock. I fisted up and down it. I was a Goddess of Lust and War. I could not resist the shedding of blood or the enjoyment of carnal pleasures.

I felt Susannah in me. She rushed for the Zach chained in the corner of my soul. I had to stop her, but that succubus was flooding me with desire. I fisted that dick as I focused on that disgusting creature. One of Lilith’s spawns.

I slammed the force of my will into her.

She shrieked and burst out of me. A wave of darkness swept through the room and vanished. The succubus screamed in pain as she sank into the shadows to recover. I had hurt her, but not killed her. She wasn’t my target.

I closed my eyes and focused on Susannah. She rushed through the mind palace and reached where I had bound Zach. She knelt to remove his bounds. He stared at her with this confident smile on his face. He expected this.

I grabbed Susannah’s blonde hair and yanked her back.

She screamed as I slammed her down on her back. I planted my foot between her breasts and pressed my weight down on her. I glared at her as she coughed and wheezed. I smiled at her as I pushed down, crushing her soul. This was all symbolic. She wasn’t really choking. I wasn’t really crushing her ribs, but...

I was smothering her soul.

I was killing her body. Damaging her immortal essence.

She gasped and spasmed, kicking. Horror filled her blue eyes. They shone with her desperation. She grasped my leg. I smiled at her, my breasts quivering with my excitement. My pussy was so wet. I touched myself.

“Mmm, watch me crush the existence from her, Zach,” I purred. “Her soul will die, and so will her flesh.”

“NOOO!” Zach roared with such desperation. “Please, don’t. You can’t kill her! Don’t you touch her!”

I frowned. There was something ... performative about that.

I glanced at him straining against his chains. He pulled on them, his face ... almost full of horror. He was stalling. He wanted me to take my time killing Susannah. He was preying on my cruelty to extend his pain because...

The thought form.

I almost forgot about Nisha. She was working on his chains in the darkness, almost unseen. An idea without much substance here. I flicked my wrist and knocked her back. She screamed as I bound her once again.

Just like I had when I took her place.

“No!” Zach shouted, real far now in his eyes.

Real desperation.

“ASHTAROTH!”

“It’s too late,” I cooed. “You could have obeyed me and served me, but you chose to be defiant. Now...” I pressed harder on Susannah’s soul.

She gasped and spasmed, her legs kicking and fingernails clawing at my leg.

“Now you have to suffer. I do not offer a second time. You mace your decision, now live with the consequences.”

“Zach,” whimpered Susannah.

He roared with fury. He yanked at the chains. He tore at the bonds of my will. I shuddered, my fingers rubbing through my wet folds. I shuddered as I touched myself. It felt so incredible to do this. I shuddered, massaging my hot flesh.

“Oh, oh, that’s good,” I groaned. “Mmm, you know, I really, really love touching myself like this while crushing the existence from her soul.”

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

The air resonated with his fury. He pulled on the chains. He yanked so hard on them. There was no breaking them. I smiled at him, thrusting my fingers in and out of my cunt. I shuddered as my will held him in place.

I pushed harder on his wife’s chest.

A rib cracked.

“NOOOOO!” He glared at me. “I will make you howl, Ashtaroth. I swear it. By my own will, I will make you suffer.”

I smiled at him. “And how do you plan on doing that?”

He smiled at me.

I arched an eyebrow. “What is this ploy? You think my guard will drop? That my will will slacken.”

He shook his head.

“Then what? What has changed?”

“Me!” a new voice roared.

I turned to see Charles’s fist flying into my face. He threw me off Susannah. I hit the floor and rolled, my soul aching. What was he doing here? He could astral project? How interesting. He jumped over Susannah as I lay on the ground, feigning being stunned. He reached for me. I grabbed his balls and crushed.

He howled in agony as I crushed the source of his spiritual prowess. I squeezed his virility. He dropped to his knees as I smiled at him, sitting up. I spat out blood, representing the metaphorical pain his sucker punch had caused me.

“You want her, don’t you?” I asked. I twisted his balls. “Maybe I was wrong to feminize you. Yes, yes, Zach needs to suffer for his rebellion. Fuck her. Put your cock in her soul’s pussy. Make her into your whore. Do that, and I will forgive this little ... lapse in judgment.”

He glanced back at Susannah.

“If you refuse my offer, I will cut off your dick and make a pussy out of your asshole. I will make every day worse than the last until you beg me for the release of death. You know I can do it.” He glanced back at her. “I will never be your pet again.”

I crushed.

He screamed in pain as he collapsed on his back. He writhed there as I grinned, my fingernails digging into his testicles. I would rip them from him. I would tear off his manhood. I would make him suffer so much here.

Then I would torment his real body.

I—

Susannah was attacking Zach’s bonds again. She didn’t hesitate to run for him. I snarled and dragged Charles by the testicles. I seized Susannah by the throat and crushed her life. I yanked her back and threw her down beside Charles.

I crushed her throat and his nuts with my hands. They spasmed as I delivered agony onto them.

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

Susannah gurgled.

That bitch was killing her, and these chains were so strong. They clamped down on me. Charles roared in pain. He had come to help me. I was shocked to see my half-brother here. I had no idea how any of this was happening.

Ashtaroth reveled in this. My pain. My impotence. My despair.

She crushed me and knew it.

Helplessness pressed down on me. Strangled me like it did my wife. How could I save her? And the others. She would make Sable, Alana, and the cops all suffer. She would hurt so many, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I wanted to give up, but I had to save Susannah. I strained at the chains. I pulled on them, pain burning through my wrist. They felt stronger than steel. Than titanium. Then any material ever created by man.

Or imagined by him.

“Help,” I cried out in desperation.

To who?

God?

The devil?

My father?

To anyone. I had to save Susannah.

“This is your mind,” Nisha said.

I froze.

My thought form’s words whispered through my mind. It was her. She had been gone from me for so long. Replaced by Ashtaroth. I was such a fool for following Ashtaroth’s advice. I had resisted them, but...