For My Ascension, I Ordered My Commanders to Stalk Me
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Chapter 5: Coming Apart at the Seams
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 5: Coming Apart at the Seams - Choose your own adventure. 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 at the beginning of Ch. 1
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 girl felt good. Happy. Full for the first time in a very long time.
But all too soon, she was burning.
Liquid fire was scorching along every nerve, a white-hot blade that drove through her flesh and scoured her from within.
Something was moving inside her.
The pain was coming from her lower half, an agonizing stretch that pushed past every limit she thought possible. The aggressor invaded deeper, a fleshy anvil that rammed further and further into her unprotected anus.
Screaming, screaming, screaming. Too much, it was too much. She was going to come apart if it didn’t stop. Please, it had to stop! God, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt.
“I’m having far too much fun with you, little meatling. The way you sweetly nursed from my cock last time, the pathetic sounds you made as I fucked your worthless cunt.” The voice was almost gleeful as his column of flesh continued to breach her, a breathy sigh accompanying each forceful stroke, the membranous sheath around it a silken contrast to the ridged muscle beneath. It was then that she knew this was in fact the same serpentine cock she’d readily serviced, the one she’d used to pleasure herself with at some point in the unknown past.
“But I plan to spill until I’m satisfied, so I’m going to fill this unwilling ass much like I did your eager throat.” A low rasp escaped him, the harsh noise punctuating a thrust that made Libby’s useless vision turn white at the edges. “I must know how much cum I can fit inside you, if only to sate my morbid curiosity.”
She blacked out.
There was no way to know how long she’d been unconscious. She gradually bled back into her body, awareness coming like the slow drip of an IV.
It, he, was still inside her. His enormous shaft was wrapped around her arms and midsection several times, squeezing her so hard she could feel her bones creaking. The remainder of his length was nestled along the curve of her lower back, free to dive between the soft contours of her bottom and violate her rear entrance without mercy.
She wasn’t touching the ground. Her body was entirely suspended in the darkness, his unnatural member able to saw in and out of her tender opening unimpeded. It twisted and coiled with lazy undulations that made her mewl and moan. She found herself shifting upwards to meet it, arching her back and lewdly rocking her hips to pleasure her loose ring. Heavy pants puffed from her lungs, and she whispered dazed, fanatic approvals as heat built in her lower belly.
The girl was a hole. That was her purpose. To feel, yes, only to feel. To be given what her nameless patrons decided she needed. If she needed pain, then that was what she should have. If she needed to hold very still and become an inanimate object, then that’s what she would do.
It was deep, so deep. Deeper than anything she’d ever experienced. An overwhelming, unfamiliar pressure was building higher and higher. A cramp sank talons into her core and drew shocks of pleasure-pain from a part of her she didn’t recognize. At first it scared her, made her skittish.
“Easy, little human. Don’t fight it. Open up for me. Yes, that’s it. Just like that.”
She didn’t know what he was about to do. Would it hurt or would it make her feel good? Would it make her feel ... whole again?
She was certain it would.
All the girl wanted was the physical contact she’d been deprived of. She needed it more than the sunlight or the warmth of its rays on her skin, even more than the promise of a real, nourishing meal.
“I’d release my eggs inside you and have this tight channel incubate them for me, but a sullied hole like you doesn’t deserve the honor of my spawn.” He shuddered, and she could feel the sensation rippling around her where his too-hot flesh engulfed her body three, maybe fourfold.
The girl shivered. What would that feel like? To ... to have eggs fill her? Why was she sad that she wouldn’t get to find out?
“Besides, your upcoming trials would surely destroy them. A pity, though. Such perfect anatomy ... all wasted on a whore like you.”
The girl missed the second half of what he’d said as an orgasm ripped through her, emptying her mind of all thought. A strangled cry tore from her throat as her body clenched and spasmed, her empty pussy fluttering involuntarily. Her abused channel clamped down on him rhythmically, milking the thick intrusion as senseless sounds spilled from her lips. Distantly, she heard the splatter of fluids hit the ground, the slick that’d been steadily seeping from his cock and swelling her insides trailing down her inner thighs and dripping onto the arches of her feet.
A deep rumble traveled through the wall and into his serpentine member, her only warning before he shunted himself impossibly deep into her bowels and flooded her with his searing ejaculate. She could feel every pulse as he emptied himself, the relentless flood of cum cramping her insides as her stomach swelled and distended, her already-overfilled ass stretching to its limit from the grotesque volume of his seed.
The lowest rung of his coiled cock slackened, allowing her belly to fill freely. The loosened coil wrapped protectively around her distended middle, almost tenderly stroking the taut curve as its viscous stream continued to flow, stroking her with a gentleness that mocked the brutality of what he’d just done.
And then he was well and truly finished. His length unwound from her torso, and she fell the short distance to the ground, landing in a sprawled heap on top of her coverlet. It took a moment for his words to penetrate the muddied haze of her consciousness.
“I hope you’re looking forward to your debut, my dear. Know that I am. Thankfully, we’ll be seeing each other again soon enough. You only have to wait a few more days. If I were you, I’d cherish my time down here while it lasts. What awaits for you aboveground is far more demanding than anything you’ve endured down here in the dark.”
If her mind hadn’t been so fractured, then maybe his words would have stoked her fear as intended.
Oblivion claimed her between one breath and the next.
‘Mercifully, the girl did not dream.
Something snared around her neck. She thrashed, struggling to break free. Her hands clasped it—cold, metallic. More pressure at her throat. She was forced to her feet. Dragged, pulled through the dark and into its depths.
Too loud. Too bright.
People, so many people. No, not people. Demons. Monsters.
“Come out from there, Libby,” a voice called.
No. She couldn’t come out. She couldn’t let them know where she was. She couldn’t let them find her.
“Libby, why are you hiding from everyone who came out to see you?” A different voice from the first, this one lilting and amused. That word again, that sound that made her skin crawl when it fell from his lips. “You’re the guest of honor! You should show your thanks to those that made the long, arduous journey to Greed. It’s incredibly rude to keep them waiting like this, love.”
The floor shook with booms of thunder. No, not thunder, feet. Thousands upon thousands of footsteps. Legions of them. Things that ranged from terrifying to grotesque and everything in between all crawled, stalked, and trudged through the stands below. From this place high above the sunken pit, the beasts looked like swarming ants. Agitated, frenzied, bloodthirsty ants.
The girl had been made to watch the opening ‘entertainments.’ The vulgarity of each act penetrated her clouded mind with enough force to drag her splintering consciousness from the dark. She stared with wide, dilated eyes, her entire body shaking.
For the first, a person had been led by a length of chain behind a horned demon handler. The girl was shocked to see another human in this place and had felt an instant kinship with the man. He’d crawled on his hands and knees across the arena floor, the demon pulling him along hitting him with a switch every time he lagged too far behind. Two hooved colossi had fought for the right to mount the naked slave, a slender tanned man with ebony hair. One of the voices behind her had told her he’d been the offering for the most recent Unification Rite five years ago.
The contest had been fierce but brief, and the victor was still raping the man in the corner of the arena.
For the second, two female demons joined their bodies, fingers and tongues twisting and twining in heated abandon. The word succubi came to the girl, though she didn’t know where her knowledge of the word came from. Their performance had been sensual, passionate, and she’d found she did not mind watching them. Partway through, a horde of winged demons had emerged from the crowd, fanged mouths shrieking as they swooped over the joined females. They’d snatched the screaming pair straight into the sky, carrying them up and over the crumbling walls of the arena before disappearing from sight.
The girl was to be the third and final act.
She had been bathed. Groomed. Every orifice painstakingly cleansed multiple times. Dressed in new, sheer coverings that were both excessive and insubstantial. They’d given her nothing to wear underneath.
She did not like the clothes. They were itchy, and far too fine for someone like her. She’d tried to remove them, to tear them off her body, but had been brusquely slapped across the cheek and admonished. Shortly after, she’d crawled behind this cabinet and hidden herself from view.
“You must be famished, Libby. Wouldn’t you like something to eat?”
Food?
The girl’s stomach clenched painfully. She hesitantly stuck her head out, slowly peering around the corner. Two men reclined in overstuffed velvet chairs, their postures casual and relaxed. She had forgotten their names, but they were the ones who looked the most ‘human,’ and the word drow came to her mind. A sharp ache spiked between her brows and left her dazed, the meaning of that word and how she knew it disappearing the moment it had formed.
The terrace was cut directly into the side of the pit, high above the teeming masses below. A glass half-wall separated them from the hundred foot drop, and multiple stone pillars, a series of wide, craggy formations, supported the chiseled ceiling above. The space was opulent, with heavy black curtains lining the perimeter and soft carpets scattered on the floor. A myriad of golden statues, discs and vases were either mounted on the walls or scattered throughout the private enclosure, a hoard of riches unlike anything she’d ever seen.
Her eyes darted to a steaming tray. It sat between the two giants, piled to the limit with various meats and fruits. Her breathing quickened, and she clutched her middle, her stomach cramping painfully. Without thinking, she scrambled across the room. She kept herself small as she approached, avoiding eye contact.
She was seconds from launching herself towards a marbled sausage when the larger of the two men, the one with raven hair and eyes, leaned forward and struck. He tightly gripped her face in his hand, squeezing until she was forced to look up at him.
His was easily twice her size. Layered with scarred muscle, his slate gray skin was several shades darker than the male sitting beside him. A permanent look of distaste was etched onto his angelic face, as if the very sight of her offended him.
It had been three days since she’d left the dark room. Three days since she’d tasted fresh air. The girl only remembered bits and pieces of the first two days. A shaman painting the girl’s naked skin with strange runes. The tang of acrid smoke. Chanting and the rattling of bones. When she’d finally roused, it was as if bits and pieces of her mind had been stitched back together, but she didn’t think they’d all been put back the way they’d been before.
They’d locked her in a guest room, her only companion a small, gnarled demon that brought her pails of water. The first day, she’d drank so much she’d made herself sick. But now there was food, real food, inches from her face. The delicious aroma of sliced beef and spiced jam made her mouth water, and she barely had the presence of mind to seal her lips before saliva leaked from the corner of her mouth.
“You’ve only just left the Underground, yet you’re still so brazen.” He forced her face upwards until she had no choice but to look into his inky sclera. “My brother had the opportunity to visit you and evaluate your progress, but I was tied up with tedious Unification preparations. You’ve really put a lot of work on my plate these days, Libby.” A corner of his lip curled into a mean sneer as he took her measure. “There’s really not much will left to break behind those vacant eyes, is there?” He released her and leaned back in his seat. “Eldra Vorn may have restored your mind so we’d have a livelier show, but from the looks of it, I don’t think it’s going to amount to much in the end.”
“You know,” the other monster said. “I think your time down there did you some good. Your behavior, though somewhat flighty around the edges, is far more tolerable, not to mention the improvements to your overall appearance.”
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