For My Ascension, I Ordered My Commanders to Stalk Me
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Chapter 15: Onward and Into the Shit
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 15: Onward and Into the Shit - Choose Your Own Synopsis: Black Flag: (least spoilers/you want the darkest ride): Libby's life as a small-town librarian is brought to an end the night two monsters masquerading as men drag her through a portal into Hell. Subjected to public humiliation and ritualized depravity beyond comprehension, Libby clings to one certainty: none of this is random cruelty. What purpose does it, and will she, ultimately serve in this terrible new world? Red Flag blurb is in the Preface.
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Horror Paranormal Magic Demons BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism Public Sex Royalty Violence
The two iron wheels of her cart crunched over coarse gravel and dusty soot as they filed into a hewn antechamber. Aside from the enormous metal beams at her back, sheer, nondescript walls of chiseled stone sealed them in on all sides. It was as if someone had cleaved the base of a mountain and transplanted it into the center of the arena. The air was still dense with the scent of freshly turned earth and powdered stone.
The space was dimly lit and sweltering, and her skin was already dampening with sweat. The only light came from the braziers outside and a few mounted torches along the perimeter. There was no ceiling, which presented her with an unimpeded view of the vaulted dome far, far in the distance.
“This is where we part ways.” Galen’s voice barely registered through the loop of white noise still ringing in her ears. “There are formalities we must attend to, and appearances we must maintain. Fenrow and I will meet you on the other side. Eldra Vorn will ensure that you are briefed before the round begins.”
Directly ahead, an uneven crag split a section of the stone face in two, creating a narrow window into the heart of the transformed arena. Through it, she could see the terrarium’s underbelly: a dark miasma of shifting smoke looming over a roiling lake of brilliant molten rock that expelled flaming geysers into the sky.
From her low vantage point, all she could make out above the burning pit was a twisted snarl of steep cliffs and protruding rocks.
Distantly, Libby noticed the orchestra was playing a lilting melody, one much too civilized for what was surely awaiting her. A silent, incredulous laugh shook her frame. She couldn’t say if seconds or minutes had passed since the gates had closed behind them, but somewhere in the chaos of her thoughts, her mind had snagged on the absurd realization that there would be background music at her execution.
“Libby.”
Galen waited until her unfocused eyes slid to his face. “I know. You’re frightened. Your mind is racing. But right now, I need you to listen carefully to what I’m about to tell you.”
When she didn’t look away from him, he took that as an indication to continue.
“The next time you see us, I expect you to be on your best behavior. And I mean your very best. That means no defiance. No reluctance.” His pupils narrowed to slits. “They are expecting a tamed, conquered tribute who understands there is a hierarchy and recognizes her place within it. Which means you will do as you’re told and show them how well you’ve learned to obey.”
“I am sure she will be magnificent,” Fenrow said, his eyes glittering with that same dangerous fervor from before. “Our little tribute will give them a show they won’t soon forget.”
Beside her, Eldra Vorn looked like she wanted to say something, but she kept her silence, her lips pressing into a thin line.
The agitated rumble of the audience filtered through the layers of stone, seeped in from the open beams at her back.
There was a long moment of tense silence.
Galen. Fenrow. Eldra Vorn. Not one of them turned to leave.
It would ultimately be Galen who broke the stalemate. His face had that far-away look on it again, the one she was coming to learn meant his thoughts were just as far, just as distant. He made a circular motion with his finger, and a flat black oval appeared beside him.
A playful grin had reasserted itself on Fenrow’s face. He tucked his fingers under his chin and waggled them at Libby. “I’ll be seeing you soon, love.”
Without a backward glance, the two drow walked through the portal and disappeared. The gateway collapsed behind them without a sound.
“So,” the witchdoctor said, turning to face her. It was hard to make out Eldra Vorn’s expression under the shadowed ridge of her branching horns, but her voice lacked its usual dry edge. “I wish I could tell you this isn’t going to suck, but we both know I’d be full of it if I did.”
She smoothed her hands down the front of her robes, presumably looking for something. She made a small sound of acknowledgment as she produced a simple gold circlet from the billowing folds. Stepping closer, she held it up through the bars and offered it to Libby.
“Take it. It’s a bit of extra protection for your head. You know I can’t conjure worth a damn, so I had to schlep it to the vaults to fish out this little number.”
Libby stared at it dubiously, only taking it after the woman shook it at her. The hammered-gold circlet barely weighed anything and wasn’t even the width of her finger. It was ... rather plain, if she were being honest. Especially if she compared it to the elaborate get-up they’d put her in.
“The vitalis it was originally imbued with dried up ages ago.” She gestured to the great cage around them with an errant flick of her wrist. “Now I’m no master conjurer like that fucker Asmodeus, but when it comes to hexwork?” A slight curve touched her lips. “You could say I’m something of a specialist. Imbued that circlet with some of my finest incantations. It definitely beats whatever was on there before. It won’t make you invincible, mind you, but it will disperse blunt force on contact and turn what would’ve been a skull fracture into a rather unpleasant headache instead.”
Libby’s hands were only slightly shaking as she slid the circlet over her head. It came to rest just above her ears, the simple ornament so light she barely noticed it was there. She let her gaze drift back to the witchdoctor with a look she didn’t bother to soften.
Eldra Vorn cleared her throat and nodded her head several times, her antlers bobbing. “Right then. Well, onward and into the shit, as they say.” She gave Libby a tired smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m afraid this is as far as I can go, Libs. I have to track down the scheming bastard who sent me an unsigned letter and requested a fucking meeting. Clearly, they’re the one responsible for our little vitalis problem, and I need to figure out what they’re playing at and how much they know.”
At this point, Libby had no idea what to believe. All she knew was that it would be naïve of her to hope that their cryptic, depraved plan would offer her salvation.
Hope, as she’d learned, was a foolish thing to indulge in, especially in Hell. And despite the woman’s skilled hand, Libby couldn’t bank on Eldra Vorn’s healing capabilities, either. Not when the demon would be off chasing some nebulous lead and far too occupied to help her if she bled out or lost her head before she made it back.
She caught herself unconsciously brushing her hand across the line of her throat. She forced it back down to her side and repressed a shudder.
“We don’t have much time, so listen up,” the pale blue demon said. “Once you get in there, you won’t be going up against mindless brutes. You’ll be facing officers, strategists, and killers who were bred to become Wrath’s avatars of violence and retribution.”
She scrubbed a hand down her face and sighed. “Asmodeus doesn’t give a shit about the Unification Rite. After thousands of failed Rites and tributes, he’s long given up on breaching the dimensional barrier. He’s only using this opportunity to spill blood and to determine which of his men will rise as his next generals. So you need to use your head out there. Use the terrain. Run when you can, fight dirty if you must, and do whatever it takes to stay alive. Remember, your dignity means nothing if you’re dead.”
Libby’s jaw tightened, and she fixed her eyes on some distant point.
She had nothing to say. So she said nothing at all.
The tall woman regarded her a moment longer before releasing another weary sigh and swearing in a language Libby didn’t understand. Then her expression tightened, and she slowly shifted on her heel, raising a tattooed hand towards a dark, hazy alcove.
Libby suddenly lurched forward, and she clutched at the bars to steady herself. Swirling streams of blood had reappeared around the cart’s handles, and the same unseen force from before drew her and her cage towards the part of the antechamber where the shadows grew deepest.
When she turned to glance behind her, it was to find that Eldra Vorn had already disappeared into the shifting murk.
Her heart racing, she whirled around just as the outlines of the Blood Maidens appeared from the gloom. They stood at the mouth of a pitch-black tunnel with their heads slightly bowed, the only light coming from the glowing red spheres in each of their hands.
Her cage came to a brief pause at the entrance.
’It is time, tribute,’ the Maidens said, speaking with the same disembodied voices from before. ’Glory awaits the deserving, and blood sanctifies the fallen. May you prove worthy of becoming the vessel and thus usher in Hell’s dominion over the mortal realm.’
Then they raised their heads, turned, and stepped into the lightless tunnel. Her steel prison followed just behind them, the iron wheels shrieking as they ground over the uneven floor.
Stone walls closed around her, and the temperature dropped by several degrees. The memory of being trapped in her lightless cell, of layers and layers of rock burying her screams alive, all of it slammed into her all at once. Her chest constricted instantly, her center of gravity shifting as she gasped for air that wouldn’t come.
She could hear her ragged breaths echoing off the concave walls, feel the tick, tick, tick of her pulse hammering in her temples. Beads of sweat were already rolling down the line of her spine and gathering under the plates of her armor, trickling into every crevice where metal met skin.
But for the pair of scarlet orbs floating up ahead, the darkness was almost absolute, their eerie light pulsing faintly like the synchronized beating of twin hearts.
They climbed a long, curving incline, and she counted the seconds as she braced herself against the back of the cage. That narrow circle of sky she’d awoken to less than half an hour ago seemed impossibly far away, a glimpse of freedom that had never felt more distant or cruel.
After three minutes in that oppressive darkness, the tunnel’s end finally came into view, a near-perfect circle of brilliant white light.
Floodlights blinded her from every direction the moment they emerged out into the open. The bellow of the audience crashed over her, thousands upon thousands of voices shouting as one. She threw up a hand to shield her face, squinting against the harsh glare until her vision finally cleared.
Her mind lagged several iterations behind her eyes as the arena slowly came into focus.
Three enormous rock formations made up the terrarium’s interior. Their shoulders hugged the contoured beams, their innards spilling out in a tangled snarl of cliffs, plateaus, and sheer drops at the center.
The one she’d just emerged from was a sprawling construct of crumbling gray shale. Multiple rows of interlocking spines jutted from it at harsh angles. They crowded over one another and created a dense forest of stone thorns. Entire sections had split off or sloughed away, forming jagged shelves that ascended the cliffside in treacherous, uneven steps.