Chapter 9: The Living vs the Dead

Blood trickled from Dominion’s slit fingers, sliding across the floor of his office at the prison and forming two separate puddles. As with all of his creations, two great shapes rose up from the puddles like they were gateways to Hell. Granted living flesh and blood bodies, a man and woman kneeled before him.

The man was a goliath, a bone structure that would suggest gigantism, but much more stable and natural. He wasn’t made in mankind’s image, but in the image of their evolutionary successor. Every muscle was at its maximum size, as if each thread underwent a lifetime of focused training. Yet despite his physique, his flexibility was in no way hampered, as his body was created to compensate for such a hindrance. It was the perfect combination of height and bulk. He had long wild hair and a chiseled face that was perfectly symmetrical.

Anyone who saw him, if even for a moment, would call him the epitome of perfection, the final result of God’s design with homo sapiens being just a shoddy rough draft. Like with Scourge, he had a goal in mind when he created him, a curiosity. His goal now was to create the perfect man, every biological function enhanced beyond imagination, a body infused with more than a hundred pure human souls, not a drop of darkness.

The woman similarly could be considered the personification of perfection, but in a different way, and with a different mixture. Around sixty pure souls, thirty wraiths, and ten demons, her constitution made for a more interesting appearance. Every aspect of her body was beautiful, sexy, sinfully decadent.

Her breasts were the size of melons and perfectly firm. Her face was symmetrical like the male beside her, with similarly sharp features, an overwhelming beauty that would intimidate any man and crush the pride of any woman. Her belly was flat and toned, with just a hint of the muscle underneath her flawless skin, but she had the ass of a Brazilian stripper, and thighs that belonged on Dominion’s shoulders. Her hair was red as blood and hung down to her thighs, beautifully paired with her piercing blue eyes. That was where the human traits ended.

Two horns grew out of the corners of her forehead, but they hung down, like massive fangs, framing her face to draw the eye to it. Extending from just above her perfect ass was a tail with the head of a snake. There were two long seams on her back, like old scars, and it was from those lines that wings would grow if she needed them. As for her feet, a first glance might make one think she was wearing a pair of stilettos, but really, she had hooves, shaped into high heels.

The man was wearing a metal kilt, like an ancient gladiator, while the woman had a more alluring outfit. She wore thigh-high stockings with a garter belt and corset, all made of leather, with a matching black thong on full display. The corset had two skeletal hands that cradled her breasts like a gothic brassiere.

“Ishtar, Adam, where do your allegiances lie?” Dominion asked.

“With you, Lord Dominion,” they replied with perfect synchronicity.

“Blight, Scourge.” Answering the call, his two other servants appeared, rising out black portals that opened up in the floor. “Meet your two new coworkers. Adam, your job is to lead the raids for finding new prisoners. Help on the battlefield, make sure everything goes smoothly. Between raids, you are to assist Blight in managing this prison and keeping the Laborers and Workers in line. Understood?”

“I will not fail you, oh Lord,” the Adonis replied.

“Ishtar, you are to manage my harem. Keep them in perfect condition for my use, watch their health, and assist in training them to better serve me. You are also in charge of the security at my mansion and keeping me entertained. Any questions?”

She fully lowered her head until her horns touched the floor. “I am not worthy of such a glorious purpose.”

“Good. Scourge, return to your surveillance duties. Blight, show Adam around the facility and find a task for him. Ishtar, I wish to see your skills. No one is to interrupt us.”

The three male entities bowed and departed, leaving Ishtar kneeling on the floor and Dominion sitting behind his desk with a lascivious smirk. The succubus was shivering in excitement, experiencing and indescribable joy at her master’s words. As one of Dominion’s creations, she had something that no natural creature or person had, purpose. Animals had the instinct to procreate, but they lacked the abstract intellect to fully appreciate when they succeeded in that goal. Children could be conceived and born to indulge the instincts of their parents, or to fulfill some role assigned by their family or society, but that was a purpose they were given. Ishtar had been born with a purpose, her body, her mind, her existence had been crafted around that purpose, for that purpose, by that purpose. Now she would fulfill it, like a key opening a lock.

Pity, it was the closest she could come to actually sympathizing with the humans outside. She pitied them, for while they experienced the eternal glory of being stepping stones for her Master, none of them would know the fullness, the satisfaction of being born with a purpose and fulfilling it.

“Well?” Dominion asked, impatiently.

That word shook Ishtar from her stupor. Unforgivable, making her master wait. She had already proved herself a failure. No, that would mean her Master had made a mistake in creating her, and surely such a divine being was incapable of making a mistake. She wasn’t utilizing all of the mental prowess he had given her, a conscious mind being a calculated risk he had made in his unfathomable wisdom. Either way, she had to make up for this error and go beyond his expectations.

She stood up and strode over to Dominion, her pendulous hips drawing infinity signs with every step. Her hooves, despite being described in such an ugly word, perfectly matched not just the shape of a pair of expensive high heels, but the iconic sound as they touched the hard marble floor, a sound that would arouse any man. He turned in his chair as she circled around the desk, brushing her fingers across the smooth wood. Her eyes were on the prize, the bulge in his pants making itself painfully obvious in his anticipation.

Good, so she visually appealed to her master. She aroused him, she invoked pleasure. It was a glorious honor, to know she was pleasing her Lord. She knelt down before him, and for the briefest fraction of a second, was afraid to touch him. To do something so bold, it was an irredeemable sin if he had not asked for it. He had told her to satisfy him, that he wanted to see her skills, but what if she was being too reckless? No, she couldn’t let fear and indecisiveness get in the way.

She unclasped his belt and worked Dominion’s cock free of its fabric prison. It stood erect, casting a shadow on her awestruck face. Ever since Dominion started collecting spirits, his body had begun slowly adapting to contain all that power, transforming into a stronger vessel. He had grown taller, his muscles had expanded while his bones became more pronounced, and of course, his member was increasing in mass. Soon, she wouldn’t be able to wrap her fingers around it. She was truly blessed to engage in such sensual contact with her Master. She wouldn’t be surprised if her fellow minions were jealous of her. She embraced it with her fingers, hesitantly, humbly, like a nun being handed the Holy Grail. Just that touch, it sent lightning bolts through her nerves, her libido going out of control as she felt a burst of energy go off between her legs.

She began to stroke it, admire it, examine every spot of his manhood. Her earlier unease was being swept away, replaced with confidence as she began to manifest her skills. The smirk on Dominion’s face appeared on her own, her arousal propelling her. It was so slight, but she heard it, the change in his breathing. He had trained himself not to feel pain, but pleasure was still as potent as ever. She rubbed his cock like she was shaping clay, and just that much amount of manual stimulation was reaching him. That was a good sign, she was pleasing him, but it was time to go further.

Her tongue, longer than a normal human’s and forked like a snake’s, she ran it up the shaft, and drowned herself in ecstasy, like a zealot hearing the voice of God. The manly smell, the taste of sweat and testosterone, it nearly made her faint, the euphoria of her Master’s flavor. But she couldn’t think about herself, pleasing him was her reason for living. She went to work, sucking on his cock gluttonously. She’d slurp the head like she was drinking out of a straw, inviting it into her mouth and rubbing it against the inside of her cheeks, and coil her long tongue around it like a boa constrictor.

The sound she made, the sound of suction forming and breaking, of saliva being poured on and licked off, of frantic, excited breaths, it was louder than Dominion was used to. With his slaves, they hardly put any effort into it. They’d just suck on it so that he wouldn’t hurt them, or he’d skull-fuck them and they’d sit there and take it, choking and gagging but not putting in any effort. Ishtar was making love to his cock, putting on a performance for her Master to show her dedication, her fanaticism in pleasuring him, her happiness in being his toy.

Dominion had never received a blowjob with such skill, it was affecting him deeper than he thought it would. The split tendrils of her tongue, slipping under the edge of his glans, tickling the slit at the top, and running along the seam of his sack, it was making him tremble and pant. He had created an exquisite servant, and she still had more cards to play.

Her tail, the python head at the end, used its teeth to unfasten her corset. It fell away like leather armor, exposing her bodacious tits. Dominion looked at them in pride, admiring his handiwork. They were soft, yet didn’t show the slightest bit of sag despite their size. Her areolas were like pink sugar cookies, tipped with gumdrop nipples. His cock found its home between her breasts, smooshed from all sides. He took a deep breath, trying to remember the last time he’d received a tit-fuck. With her spit lubricating him, she began bobbing her chest, sliding his member back and forth between her luscious mountains. The smoothness of her skin was unparalleled, flawless, as if made not of cells, but some kind of liquid held in suspension, a fabric woven atom by atom to ensure a perfect touch.

“Do my tits please you, My Lord?” she purred.

“Indeed.”

That one word, it made her eyes roll back in bliss. And the feeling of her master’s cock so close to her heart, it made her want to open up her ribcage so that he could penetrate her chest with it. She easily could, it wouldn’t even hurt. Though he might find it repulsive, or it might make him immune to her other tricks. She’d just end up boring him later if she used her best techniques so early. No, better to continue with her original plan. She resumed massaging his cock with her tits, almost bullying it, while her tongue serviced the head.

He was not a courteous man, nor was there any point in announcing it to humiliate her, so he said nothing when he ejaculated. An inhuman jet of semen erupted across Ishtar’s face and breasts. While he grunted, she cried out in ecstasy, overwhelmed by the feeling up being baptized in her Master’s seed, and of succeeding in pleasuring him. She extended her tongue, wrapping the split tendrils around the base of his shaft. She then pulled it upwards, using them to scrape off the remains of his blast and gather it together. Once she had finished with the head, she had gathered a significant pool of semen on her tongue and gluttonously rolled it around her mouth. Then she went to work on herself, using her long tongue to lick her face and breasts clean.

“Show it to me.”

She lowered her head and showed him the white pool in her mouth. He gave a nod and she swallowed it with a grateful hum.

“Thank you for the bountiful feast, Master. Now, how might I please you further?”

“You know what to do.”

Her confidence returned and she fully stripped down, exposing her sinfully sexy body, then kneeled on his lap and guided his cock into her womanhood. With her body being that of an enhanced human, she had a human hymen, and as a virgin, she moaned and immediately climaxed as Dominion entered her for the first time. There was no pain, not only because she was far too powerful of a being to be hurt by simple penetration, but because she was the embodiment of sinful sexuality, a created succubus. Her body was forged for this purpose. To feel pain from her Master’s cock entering her would be like a hammer breaking because it was made of glass.

To feel him enter her, her creator, the one she was made to serve, it made her thoughts melt, her newborn body tremble and change form, her very existence shiver. She started bouncing on Dominion’s cock, facing him so that he could go to town on her breasts. Now encountering a woman who wouldn’t so easily break, Dominion allowed himself to get rough. He didn’t just suck on her nipples, he tore into her flesh with his teeth, drank her blood. He slapped her ass with enough strength to shatter the pelvis of a normal human.

“Oh yes! Master! Please! I want all of your cruelty! Bless me with your malice!”

It was not so much dirty talk as it was a prayer to her dark god. Pleasure and pain, for Ishtar, were one and the same. Agony was ecstasy. To be hurt by the Master, to feel pain from his hand, it was a gift. Every sensation was a privilege that she, such an unworthy creature, didn’t deserve. Truly, her master was merciful beyond measure to bless her with the ability to experience his abuse.

For Dominion, this was also a powerful experience. Ishtar’s womanhood, it was unlike any other. He created her to be better than a human, but even he had underestimated his own creation. Her interior, it was moving and convulsing, but not in the normal reaction to sex. Rather, it was closing in on him, massaging his phallus, like he was driving into a carwash and the brushes were going at it from all sides. There was also another feeling, something chemically induced. Her liquid arousal was like an aphrodisiac mixed with heroin, secreted internally like snake producing venom. There was also a weaker version in her sweat and something entirely different in her blood. Every bodily fluid seemed to have drug-like effects. Exposed to all this, a normal man would have ejaculated in seconds, might even pass out, but Dominion’s power and will granted him greater endurance.

Ishtar continued riding him, shaking her hips every which way, moving on all three axes of space. Her moans were continuous, a joy beyond words. She only stopped when he finally got up, threw her down on his desk, and mounted her from behind. He slammed into her with all his strength like an automatic hammer, sending ripples through her luscious flesh while her breasts were smooshed against his desk like dough under a rolling pin. He pulled her arms back and held them like handlebars, giving him full control of her.

“Yes! Master! Harder! Deeper!”

She screamed this over and over, but in her mind, she was cursing herself for her greed. How dare she ask for anything from her creator, who, in his infinite kindness, already gave her so much? She was supposed to be pleasuring him, not the other way around, but she could help it, she was drunk on lust. She came again and again, orgasms firing like bullets in an Uzi, her Master driving her to the brink of madness. They didn’t stop until he did, when she felt one final gargantuan orgasm, triggered by the sensation of her womb being pumped full of semen.

He finally pulled out of her and sat back in his chair, gasping for breath. Ishtar’s ass was in the air with semen trickling out of her pussy. She coiled her tail between her legs, using it like a band-aid on her slit to keep any more seed from being lost. Then she got down on all fours and greedily licked any drops off the floor. Only once she was done did she face Dominion.

“Have I pleased you, Master?”

“You have, well done. I look forward to your eternal dedication and loyalty.”

“I am unworthy of your praise, or the glorious duty you have assigned me, but I will dedicate my existence to fulfilling your every need.”

“As I expect you to. You know where the mansion is, correct? Go and acquaint yourself with my slaves. You will be managing them from now on.”

Finally allowed outside her room, Mary spent her time rather dully. She was in one of the hallways, staring out the window, a dead look in her eyes. Cho slowly approached her. The two women were naked, still forbidden from wearing clothes. Cho’s gaze momentarily flicked from her rear end to her exposed breasts, with the image of Dominion’s massage still clear in her mind. She was around twice her age, but still very tight and youthful.

“Your name is Mary, right?” She didn’t reply. “I know how awful this is, how it feels to be ripped from your old life and enslaved. You don’t have to go through this alone, my sister and I are here for you.” She placed her hand on Mary’s shoulder, but the woman jerked back.

“Don’t touch me, filthy whore!”

“I’m ... just trying to help.”

“I’m a member of the proud Aryan race! Just because I’m a prisoner here does not mean I should be pitied by a slant-eyed skank!”

Cho was taken back, having no idea how to respond to that. Kindness and compassion were new to her, so maybe she came on the wrong way? But what kind of woman was she to say something so horrible?

“Do you think it matters what race you are? You’re a slave, just like me and Hijiri.”

“Don’t act like we’re the same. I know who you are. Your father is Lee Misato, a Jap playing American mobster. This is your house, isn’t it? Poor you, getting to keep living in your mansion, moaning as you and your slutty sister get put in your place. I bet you both love it, getting dominated by the superior white man.

My home was demolished, my town leveled. My husband was turned into an unholy monster and my children were slaughtered in front of me. I was raped while their blood dried on my face.”

For the fraction of a second, the old Cho returned, and she nearly gave Mary a black eye, but when she heard about what had happened to her, that rage vanished. She was face to face with a bitter, vile, white supremacist, yet all she felt was sorrow for what she had experienced. How strange, that all this horror had a silver lining. After all the pain Cho had suffered, she could finally sympathize with others who had suffered. Regardless, she realized that there was no point in talking to Mary further. She had been raised to hate, to look down on others she deemed inferior no matter what situation she was in. That belief of her racial superiority was probably the only thing she had left, and her misery and anger would strengthen her hold on it. She was beyond redemption.

Cho walked away, leaving Mary to simmer. She went in search of Hijiri and found her in one of the parlors, but rather than watching TV, she was sitting in the corner, mumbling in Japanese. She was talking to their mother. However, her voice was cracking, due to the trauma her throat had received the previous night.

Dominion had been on his back with Cho straddling his face and Hijiri riding his cock, both women struggling with their hands bound behind their backs. They were gasping for air with their faces changing color due to the nooses around their throats. The nooses were connected, going through a pulley system on the ceiling. When one twin dropped down, the rope would pull up on the throat of the other. The rope was long enough so that if they both sat up on their knees, they’d get just enough air to keep from passing out, but Dominion had been taking turns with them like this for over an hour, draining them of their strength as he made them take turns getting raped.

The sisters had to watch each other get strangled while gasping for air and sobbing in anguish. Cho could see the head of Dominion’s cock sliding back and forth inside Hijiri as he made soup of her insides, and Hijiri could see Dominion’s tongue swirling between Cho’s legs as he slurped up her feminine essence. Adding more pain to the mix, they each had clamps put on their nipples with wires linking them together, so if one leaned back, the other would be pulled forward. Sweat and saliva gleamed on their breasts as they struggled for each wisp of air.

Cho shook the memory of that nightmare aside. Her hand automatically moved to feel the bruise around her throat, but she stopped it and went over to her sister. “Come on, Hijiri, you shouldn’t sit on the floor like that. You’ll catch a cold.”

Cho tried to lift her sister to her feet, but she just went limp. She looked up at Cho, her eyes glossed over as if she was drugged. “Mama, will you brush my hair?” she asked in Japanese.

Cho struggled to hold back tears. “Of course, come up onto the couch.”

Hijiri finally stood up on her own and Cho led her to the couch, then went up to her room and retrieved a hairbrush. She returned to find her sister singing nursery rhymes. She sat behind her and started brushing her hair.

“How does that feel?”

Hijiri didn’t respond, just shuddered like a bobblehead. Cho tried to ignore the big clumps of hair that had been yanked out. Dominion would use his powers to regrow it, declaring that she was unsightly otherwise. Maybe he just liked taking away that last bit of control Hijiri had over her life. Every night, Hijiri’s night terrors seemed to worsen, her screams heard throughout the house. Cho could easily imagine what she dreamed of.

“How are you feeling?”

Hijiri began reciting names. Cho recognized them as the names of their classmates from high school.

This was the real reason why Cho had tried to reach out to Mary, it was so that she’d have someone to talk to. Isolated from her sister, Cho had only seen and heard hints as to how far she had degenerated. Now up close, finally able to talk to her, she came to realize that her sister was slowly ceasing to exist. Just these past few days, she could see her insanity growing like a cancer, while the hours of lucidity dwindled one by one. Most of that time was spent receiving Dominion’s abuse. Her mind was buckling under the weight of her pain, fear, and humiliation, and created this insanity to protect itself, but ironically, exposure to those feelings seemed to give her some of her sanity back. Suffering caused her insanity, but she was only sane when she suffered. If this continued, her sister would eventually just be a lifeless husk.

What would happen then? Her father was forbidden from coming to the mansion, so once she lost Hijiri, she’d be all alone. Would she start breaking like her? Would she end up like this, having lost her mind and lucid only long enough to feel Dominion raping her? Or maybe it had already begun. So far, she didn’t feel like her sanity was slipping, at least not like Hijiri, but maybe that was the sign that it was. Maybe her sister was already dead and she was just brushing the hair of a hallucination. She had survived this long, been able to cope, because she was more worried about Hijiri than herself, but once she was alone, she knew that she’d just melt away.

“All slaves, front and center!”

The voice boomed throughout the house, a voice they did not recognize. Just like that, life returned to Hijiri’s eyes, and she looked back at her sister in terror. “What’s going on?” she asked.

“I don’t know, but if we make them wait, we’ll be punished. Come on.”

Clutching her sister to comfort her, Cho led Hijiri to the main hallway of the mansion. Mary arrived just a moment later, the three women staring at this new arrival. They knew she was one of Dominion’s creations, they could tell just from looking at her horns, tail, and hooves, but compared to Blight and the likewise transformed mansion chef, as well as the sentinels, she seemed much more artfully created. Her appearance was sinful decadence, something out of a man’s dark fantasy.

“You’re late. If I were the Master, would you have been so slow in arriving? Would you make him wait? My name is Ishtar, and Lord Dominion had tasked me with managing you, ensuring that you are the best slaves possible, experts in servicing him. Granted this assignment by the Almighty, I cannot fail, and I will not allow you to make me fail.”

“What are you going to do to us?” Hijiri asked.

“I’m going to teach you how to behave as proper slaves. Look at you, not only were you slow in arriving, but your posture is disgraceful. The three of you are awaiting your Master, not loitering in an alley. You, on your knees.” Hijiri obeyed, kneeling down. “When Lord Dominion arrives, you should be ready to pleasure him. You, granted the eternal glory of being the sex slave of the Master, show such disrespect towards him. Open your mouth.” Hijiri again obeyed, and after smelling her breath, Ishtar smacked her across the face. “Unforgivable! You would meet the Master with such putrid breath? How much more must you insult him?”

“Leave her alone!” Cho yelled.

Ishtar turned to Cho and grabbed her by the throat. “Your mouth does not exist to defy the Lord, but to serve as a sheath for his physical glory.” Cho was gasping for air, but Ishtar just jammed the end of her tail in her mouth. She fell to her knees, choking on the python’s head. “You don’t know how to relax your throat? Lord Dominion must be truly patient to endure your selfishness and incompetence.” She looked at Hijiri, playing dead to avoid her being noticed. “You, on all fours.”

Crying, Hijiri assumed the position, while Cho continued to choke and gag on the woman’s tail. Ishtar put one of her hooves on her ass, grinding it like she was putting out a cigarette. “Do you not realize how blessed you are? For the Master to deem your body worthy of receiving his attention?” Hijiri winced as Ishtar inserted the tip of her heel into her anus. “This is how you must pray, so that you may feel the glory of Lord Dominion inside you. Relish the pain, relish the pleasure, for every sensation is a gift he grants you.” She turned to Mary. “Your body is disgusting. Death is the only punishment for making Lord Dominion bear your odor. When did you last shower?”

Afraid and not knowing how to properly answer, Mary stumbled. “L-last night.”

“On your knees.”

Mary looked over to Cho, lying on her back, tears streaming down her face as Ishtar raped her throat with her tail. She did as told, hoping her punishment wouldn’t be too severe. Ishtar stripped down, revealing her flawless body and the creampie that Dominion had left inside her. She grabbed Mary by the hair and forced her face against her pussy. Mary tried to fight back, but her strength couldn’t even compare to that of the succubus.

“Go on, lick it up. That is the glorious taste of the Almighty. He gave it to me as a reward for my dedication, but I doubt you accept it so gratefully. You should always smell as though ready to accept him, or smell like you just did. If he samples your body and smells anything other than soap, then your body is nothing less than garbage, and I can’t allow my Master to touch garbage.

You’re all pathetic. It seems I must grind these lessons into your soul.”

That night, Dominion returned home. While his powers allowed him to teleport from one spot to the next, he preferred to walk through the front doors each time, almost as a way to remind himself that the property belonged to him. Upon entering, he found his three slaves crouching on the floor in front of him, whimpering like puppies with their tongues extended, ready to catch his seed. They were covered in whip marks and their skin had been rubbed raw from hours of bathing. Behind them stood Ishtar.

“Please forgive me, Master. I am still working on their training. However, I have hope that they will be able to satisfy you tonight.”

“Oh, I look forward to it. But first, I—”

He stopped and looked back out the door.

“Master?” Ishtar asked.

A wicked grin crossed his face. “Scourge sent me a message. The government is moving in. Their assault will begin before dawn. Everything is going according to plan.”

Cold, an indescribable chill that sunk deep into the bones, it ate away at the men but their gear kept the worse at bay. Navy SEALs, they were the first part of the attack, though it would be better to call them the flame that lit the fuse. They were moving down the river towards Augusta, but not on the water, they would be too exposed. They were hidden under floating ice sheets, wearing scuba gear and all of the insulation and thermal protection they could get. The river wasn’t all the way frozen, letting their icy disguises float down the water without issue. It was an hour before dawn, pitch black out. They navigated the river using GPS watches and periscopes.

Their orders were to go in and report the layout, plant explosives, and attempt to assassinate Dominion. At the moment, it was just one platoon, sixteen men, but there were more than a hundred more waiting upriver, and a thousand waiting out of the water. They’d swarm in once the fighting started. Reaching the city, they abandoned their iceberg and crawled up onto the riverbank. Their guns were wrapped in plastic to protect them from the water and the ice, since as soon as they climbed out of the river, the deathly morning chill froze the water clinging to their suits. Lights from watchtowers scrolled across the bank, but the men were perfectly camouflaged and there was a fog coming off the river.