================================ Chapter 3: Wheel of Fortune. ================================ “Evening, whore. Come to apologize?” The enormous demon greeted Ignius with a spiteful glare and a snide grin, his looming figure taking up much of the space in the private corner. He looked...quite a bit like Iggy’s father, but this was something Ignius tried not to think about. Same height, same cuboid skull...either way, in this current moment, he was a threat, because their last encounter had left their ‘relationship’ a bit sour. “Argon…?” Ignius took a step back. “W-what are you doing here?” “Oh, you know. Just enjoying a stiff drink.” He swirled the contents of his glass and then chugged the contents before setting it on the table. “I’ve been a bit out of sorts after I caught my girlfriend with my brother’s cock all the way up her ass.” A mere flexing of his claws shattered the glass, sending shards across the table. Fear gripped Iggy by the balls (had she any at the moment, that is) as she was reminded of her sinful little mistake, and a nervous bout of laughter welled up in her throat as she began looking for a way out of the situation she had just found herself in. “Yeah...what a bitch. If it were me in your place, I’d ruin that...dumb slut’s...life…” Ignius heard the curtain close behind her. When she turned, she saw that there were two enormous demon brutes, each nearly as tall as Argon, blocking her path of escape. “Mmmm. You know what?” purred Argon. A sinister smile curled upon his shadowed face. “I think that’s exactly what I’ll do.” Iggy felt enormous, powerful claws grab her arms, and she immediately began to struggle, writhing around like fearful prey as she was wrenched away from the curtain and deeper into the private room. She flexed and curled her claws as she attempted to strike her assailants, but they had her held down far too well. So, she went with plan B. Two additional arms burst from Iggy’s shoulder blades, each one tipped with its own set of serrated claws. The formation was so sudden that the brutes had little time to react, and each one was struck, receiving a broadside swipe across the face from the little demon’s talons. Chaos ensued. Whilst Ignius tried her best to scramble away, the brutes were so large that they made it difficult to make any progress. The broad shoulders of the demon guards were impassable, so Iggy made a desperate dash under their legs. She’d almost reached the curtain when he felt claws clutching the end of her tail. She was dragged - scratching and clawing - across the floor and over to the booth, where she was pulled to her feet and bent over the table, her arms pinned behind her back. Iggy raised her head to see Argon looking at her from across the table, just a couple feet away. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for ages,” growled the archdemon. Iggy tilted her head at Argon and released a shaky little sigh. “How did you...find me?” “You stupid little bimbo,” chuckled Argon. “I didn’t have to find you. You crawled your way to me, remember?” “I wasn’t looking for you!” hissed Iggy. She struggled again, writhing against the demons that restrained her, but to no avail; she couldn’t move, even if she tried. “I was looking for…” She trailed off, realizing that it was probably unwise to complete that sentence. “You were looking for someone to fuck your little used-up cunt? That doesn’t surprise me.” He pulled something out from under the table and set it down on top of it. It was an ornate, obsidian bottle labelled Imp Ass. Inside was a mysterious clear liquid. “You like my cologne?” sneered Argon. “It’s called Imp Ass. It’s a powerful demon pheromone.” Ignius’s jaw dropped. Christ! She’d seen something like this in stores on the black market before, and she’d always dismissed it as a standard cologne, but clearly it was a bit more than just a perfume… “I don’t understand. Why don’t you have any other demons trying to get in your pants, then?” hissed Iggy. “Because its aroma is undetectable, unless you have the activator in your body.” With this, Argon set another bottle on the table - a smaller one, with a dropper tip, labeled Imp Ass - Activator. “A few drops in the victim’s food or drink are enough to make you smell it from a mile away.” The little demon took a moment to process this. Then, it clicked. Janus put that shit in her drink! Upon coming to this conclusion, Iggy wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. She’d trusted that bastard not to do shit like that! She was a regular at this place! What had she done for Janus to betray her like this? She wanted to call him out - to bring shame to his name - but she knew that Argon would hurt her very badly if she dared to raise her voice. She couldn’t reflect upon it much longer, however, as she soon felt five wicked blades pressed tight against her throat. Argon sunk his left hand claws into her cheek, tilting her head aside so he could glide the tips of his other claws over her sensitive neck. “You and I are going to make up for lost time. If you’re going to act like a cock-dependent whore, I’m going to treat you like one, Iggy. What do you have to say about that?” Ignius’s body shivered at those words - the supposed severity of his threat prompted her to see if he was really serious. So, she did what came naturally. Iggy spat a thick wad of mucus directly onto the surface of Argon’s cuboid face. The following expression of disgust and anger on his face made her smile. “Your brother’s cock felt good as fuck,” she sneered. ================================ Perhaps Argon had some inhibitions about brutalizing Ignius in the VIP corner of a nightclub before, but it was clear, now, that the archdemon no longer felt such things. After going out of her way to disrespect such a powerful demon, Iggy had essentially sealed her fate. She was bent over the table once again, each arm held far behind her back to prevent her from getting away. With the assistance of the demon guards, Argon could get to her without suffering an attack, and as he bent over the spiteful little demon girl, he began the tedious process of tearing off her clothes. A single extended claw was enough to tear off Iggy’s windowed crop top, ripping the cloth open with one smooth, brutal motion. Ignius swallowed anxiously as she was laid bare, gradually losing the will to resist as struggling became more exhausting. Though she could wriggle, she could manage little more; between the titanic grip of the demons that bound her and the weight of Argon bending over her backside, she didn’t know if there was any way she could escape now. Argon placed his claws onto Iggy’s spine and pushed down, forcing her against the table. Then, he pulled her long ears to the side and brought his claws to the nape of her neck, gripping her neck with a force that threatened to crush her windpipe. Not that she had a windpipe, but it certainly wasn’t comfortable. “Retract these extra arms or I'll sever them,” threatened Argon. “Pfft. You aren’t...scary,” wheezed Ignius. She struggled to breathe under the weight of Argon’s claws, but the demon eventually managed to choke out another sentence. “Your brother got me to retract my arms before he...fucked me raw, but I guess nerve doesn’t run in your family...” “Oh, I’ll show you nerve,” growled the archdemon. Then, he turned to his guards to address them. “Pull her arms off.” “You wouldn’t!” Iggy tried to squirm away again, but her attempts were in vain; she felt a tremendous pulling sensation as the enormous demons began to tug on her arms. Her screams were short-lived; they were quickly silenced by the sticky surface of a fresh strip of duct tape. Before she could even thrash her tail in protest, Argon had already gripped it in his claws, holding it tight in his sharp, painful grip as her shoulder-blade arms were slowly and painfully stretched to their limit. Her thrashing grew more violent as her flesh began to tear. Her tail trembled like the body of a seizing snake, and the girl could not contain her screams of agony as they came muffled from beneath the duct tape. No one ever heard her suffering. All they would hear, if they were standing close enough, was perhaps the sickening ripping sound of demon flesh as Iggy’s second pair of arms were slowly pulled off of her shoulders. They came off with a final pull, spilling gooey, gelatinous blue viscera all over the floor. The girl wailed in despair as her body subconsciously rushed to seal the wound. It didn’t take long. The wound sealed itself in just thirty seconds, and now Iggy had only a single pair of arms to defend herself with - that is, if she could work up the energy to get away after what she just endured. Forming a second pair of arms, having them ripped off, and then subsequently sealing off the wound was an exhausting process, and Ignius no longer had the strength - or the willpower - to resist. If it were Adonis doing this to her, it would not have been nearly as horrible. Daddy had the ability to shapeshift Iggy at will (at the cost of Iggy’s energy), and he simply would have retracted her arms back into her body. Though she hated to have such little control over her own body, at least daddy would never rip her appendages off. And in that moment, she wanted nothing more than for daddy to come save her. Her head was fuzzy. Thankfully, the pain was subsiding, but the punishment had only just begun. She felt as her remaining arms were held in the air by the wrist, and a big demon hand pushed her face into the surface of the table. She couldn’t even see what Argon was doing. She could certainly feel it, though. A single claw swiped her across the hip, leaving a scratch in her soft, tender skin while simultaneously severing the string of her thong. There goes my last clean pair of panties. “Done struggling, skank?” Argon swiped his palm across Iggy’s asscheek, leaving a stinging pain where he’d struck her. Ignius could do little but nod, hoping that he would stop ripping her limbs off if she was compliant. She knew that she was going to be raped, and she just wanted it over with so that she could get on with her day. She’d brought this upon herself, and she was going to stick by that. There wasn’t a shred of regret in her body; it felt good to cheat on Argon - even now, when the consequences had caught up to her. She couldn’t move away when the archdemon spread her fat, voluptuous ass. The grip on her arms discouraged any sort of struggling, and one of the demons had her tail raised so Argon could have easy access to her holes. Considering what they would likely do to her if she squirmed too much, she figured there was no point in trying. So, she sat still, her tits squished against the tabletop as her little pussy and asshole were closely examined. “Your ass has gotten fatter. Dumb bitch won’t quit shapeshifting.” Argon spanked her right asscheek again, and this time, his claws drew blood as they left the thick, jiggly surface of Ignius’s rear end. He took one of those claws to the surface of her labia and used it to spread her cunt open. Iggy couldn’t see what Argon was doing, so it was all the more shocking when she felt something hot and sticky glide across her pussy lips. The initial shock, however, quickly dissolved into a confusing mess of mild disgust and twisted arousal as her ex-boyfriend slipped his tongue into her body, sampling the walls of her cunny as he plunged it inside. The sudden invasion made Iggy’s tail shake, and she shifted her legs a little as she felt a cubic face press against her asscheeks. It was over just as soon as it began, however, and the archdemon quickly withdrew his tongue from her little hole, briefly licking over her asscheeks as Argon pulled his face away from Iggy’s butt. “Disgusting. You taste like semen. What’s the point of keeping you alive if you taste like a used prostitute?” With an irritated snarl, Argon swiped his palm across her ass, watching with twisted delight as it rippled under his brutal strike. The wounds his claws made began to bleed shortly thereafter, covering Iggy’s ass in a bright, gooey cyan fluid. “Arch your back.” Argon reached over and slapped Iggy across the back of the head in an attempt to accelerate the girl’s obedience. “If your asshole doesn’t taste any better, I’m going to rip another one of your arms off.” Iggy’s eyes widened, and fear gripped her body. Christ, anything but that. She feared that her asshole might not be good enough for him; it was out of her control whether or not she tasted good! Still, she had to try her best. She pushed her ass a little higher into the air, arching her back for Argon and presenting him with a sample of her ass. She hoped that, at the very least, her obedience would earn her a more lenient punishment. Argon responded as one would expect; he sunk his claws into the girl’s asscheeks, spreading them apart to take a good look at Iggy’s tight butt. Argon knew that this hole went all through, and it fascinated him how Ignius could be born with such a provocative feature. Still, how did it taste? Ignius’s butt provided some resistance to Argon’s prodding tongue, but it was not nearly enough to stop him. With a firm push, the archdemon slipped his muscle inside, sliding the warm appendage deep into Iggy’s hot, slippery butt. The edges of his cubic skull spread Iggy’s asscheeks apart as he plumbed the depths of the girl’s body, tediously savouring the taste of her warm insides. The invasion was an invigorating attack on Iggy’s senses. Though strange as always, the prodding of a foreign tongue in the cavern of her asshole was always difficult to ignore. Each thrust of Argon’s tongue sent a shiver up Ignius’s spine, and the fervor with which Argon feasted came as a bit of a shock to the little demon. Finally, Argon pulled his face away from Iggy’s rear end, dragging his long tongue out along with it and leaving the little demon’s holes glistening with moisture. Ignius felt a little violated; there was little she could have done to stop the assault, and the fact that she was being taste-tested before her inevitable rape was embarrassing. Argon seemed to be satisfied with his meal, as evidenced by the salacious way he licked his chops, “Not bad,” he growled. “I think I’ll use this hole.” Without warning, the archdemon pressed a finger against Iggy’s asshole. A high-pitched squealing noise emanated from beneath the duct tape as her asshole suddenly gave way. The penetration didn’t exactly hurt, but now Argon had a thumb all the way up her ass, and the claw at the tip of his finger certainly did hurt. It scraped its way along the walls of Iggy’s butthole as it was forced inside, and when Argon finally hooked it all the way into her rear end, he dug the claw into her flesh, sending a blast of searing pain directly to Iggy’s brain. She began to squeal again, kicking her legs and crying into the duct tape. She knew that her screams would go completely ignored, but what else was there to do but scream, when she had a thumb claw hooked into the meat of her asshole? “Now, let’s see here…” The signature pek of a marker cap being removed hit Ignius’s ears. For a moment, she was confused, but she quickly understood what was happening when she felt the cold surface of a sharpie touch her asscheek. “S...P...A...N...K…” The demon dared not wiggle. Everything in her body wanted to move - to keep those demeaning letters off her body and ruin Argon’s work. But she knew what would happen if she did something like that. “M...E…” The archdemon couldn’t help but snicker as he finished his little phrase, admiring the way it looked on Iggy’s left asscheek. Then he handed the marker to one of the larger demons. “Alright, your turn.” Ignius’s eyes widened. Really? Argon was going to let some illiterate brute write on her naked body? Again she had to fight the urge to squirm; if they were going to write on her, at least they could write something clever! A squeak escaped from her throat as her face was suddenly grabbed by big demon hands, and the tip of a sharpie was pressed to her flustered little cheek. “F...U...C...K...M...Y…M…O…U…T…H…” The phrase was written clearly on her face, and Iggy’s face began turning red. Christ. Getting home without being raped was going to be a nightmare. The sharpie was passed. The next demon brute took his turn, writing “WHORE” on Iggy’s tail. All the while, she was kept still, a thumb hooked firmly up her ass to keep her from wiggling too much. Any movement of her hips sent a stabbing pain through her body, so she quickly learned to sit still. The marker was passed, and Ignius’s ass was spread open. They stopped announcing the words at this point, merely gawking at her naked body in order to silently read the words that were written on her skin. The only hint as to what was being written was the perverted noises the demons made when a phrase was completed. Iggy rolled her eyes. Unbeknownst to her, they wrote “ROTTEN CUNT” on her labia, “I CHEATED ON ARGON” on her spine, “WATCH ME GET RAPED” on her lower back, “RAPE ME” on the inside of her asscheeks, “CUM DUMPSTER” on the other side of her face, “COCK ADDICT” on her leg, and “I LOVE CUM” on her other leg. Ignius thought it was over when the cap was placed back on the marker. Then she heard the ding of a camera being turned on. “Well, ladies and gentlemen, this is what happens when you fucking betray me. Ignius here has my thumb up her ass, and we’ve written a few...shall we say…’warnings’ on her disgusting little body. You could also call them advertisements. Either way, she knows that if she tells anybody about this…” Argon chuckled as he spread Iggy’s ass, showing her holes to the camera. “Well, this video will get sent to a lot of people. Including her father.” The demon’s eyes widened, and she began to tremble. Oh, shit. She’d gotten herself into a bigger predicament than she’d previously anticipated. She had little time to worry about it, however; a sharp, stinging pain in her asshole wrenched another cry from her throat. The camera was close enough that she imagined it registered on the audio capture, which was not very good news if she wanted to keep even a shred of her dignity intact. Unfortunately, it seemed that Argon did not plan on letting her do that. With her fat ass spread open, there was little in the way to stop Argon from doing what he planned to do. When he pulled his thumb out of Ignius’s butt, she knew what was going to come after. Something slick wriggled against the entrance of Ignius’s butthole. She recognized this warmth; under different circumstances, she might have been happy to feel Argon’s dick pressing against her ass, but as of right now, she felt only dread. “Hold her down,” barked Argon. “I don’t want her squirming away.” The demons made it their business to prevent Iggy’s escape, just in case the girl got any funny ideas. Not that she had any at the moment; there was no way she was getting out of this without being fucked half to death. Iggy’s butthole was already loosened from having Argon’s thumb all the way inside. So when Argon’s cock pressed against the entrance, it slipped right into her body with little issue. Ignius clenched her claws into fists and whined like a child as she was penetrated. “Ohh, fuck…there we go…” Argon grinned as he impaled her asshole, pushing his cock all the way into the little demon’s body until his hips smacked against her ass. The thick meat of Iggy’s rear end spared the girl a couple of inches, but Argon had no interest in sparing Ignius anything. He reached down and spread her ass as wide as he could, using the additional space to push the rest of his cock inside, finally hilting deep within the demon’s hot, sticky butt. Ignius was familiar with Argon’s dick. So familiar, in fact, that she knew what it was going to be like before it even went in. It was a tentacle like her father’s, though it was smaller, and there was only one. There were several rows of thick, hard barbs on it that slipped across the walls of her ass on the way in. Those became impossible to ignore when he pulled his hips back, scraping out her insides as he began to pump his hips. And they fucking hurt. “O-Oh, FUCK! Ah…Argon, p-please!!” The archdemon reached down and smacked Iggy hard across the ass. “Shut your fucking mouth.” Another long draw, and another violent thrust. His hips smacked against the girl’s ass as he pushed his cock all the way into Iggy’s sore little body. By now, Iggy was crying, sorely regretting her stupid decisions after suffering such torment. And it was only just beginning. Her asshole was already a gaping mess, and his precum dripped out of her body in a glistening stream. The fact was that he hadn’t bothered to let her prepare for being fucked like this - that was how he preferred it. This was what the slut deserved. “Get the camera on that,” snarls Argon. He grips Iggy’s asscheek and pulls it aside, revealing how his cock sinks into her body. “Watch how this whore’s asshole swallows me.” Iggy grit her teeth as the barbs scraped her over and over again. It was bad enough when he did it to her pussy, but in her ass it was so much worse. She didn’t have the energy to shapeshift in any way. She couldn’t make herself loose or lubricate her butt when she lacked the energy to even stand up. So she just laid across the table and took it deep like a good little girl. There was nothing else she could possibly have done. “Take the tape off. She’s done fighting.” Argon took his sweet time. He savored the warmth of the demon’s little butt as he used it, driving a slow, long thrust into her bottom-heavy body every second or so. He felt her squirm as his tip wriggled inside, and he snickered at the sounds she made when he spanked her bloodied, vandalized ass. Each time he plunged his weapon into Iggy’s body, the girl let out a muffled scream. He could tell that she was beginning to lose her grip on the boundary between pain and pleasure. With each slow drag came suffering, and with each deep thrust came unwanted pleasure. The way she was moaning now, there was no denying that she liked being treated this way. Even if she pretended like she hated every second, it didn’t take long for her ass to start gripping desperately at his dick. Because once she got a little energy back, her ass changed shape to accommodate him, and it started to self-lubricate. “N-No…It hurts…please…” It always did this when she was getting raped in the ass. This wasn’t new. It wasn’t news to her that her body loved the feeling of being ravaged. She still didn’t know how to feel about it, except that she didn’t have the will to go against what her body wanted half the time. She just wanted to do whatever made her feel good - whatever took the edge off of her miserable existence. And not long after her ass gaped open for Argon’s cock, that edge began to come off, and there were no more tears spilling out of her eyes. Just the sense that she was nothing more than a hole to fuck. It was simpler that way - easier. And that was when her asshole started to lubricate itself. All of a sudden, those agonizing barbs felt amazing - and that familiar sensation was back. “Guh…f-fuck…j-just cum already…” Argon laughed and dug his claws into Iggy’s waist. “Oh, we’re just getting started.” “A-Aaghh…FUCK!” The sound of Iggy’s ass getting clapped became so loud that it was nearly audible over the music. With the little demon’s asshole gaped open, Argon had taken to using it like a fleshlight, fucking the aching hole as quickly and viciously as he liked. And as Iggy’s ass bounced off Argon’s pelvic bones, the camera captured perfectly clear footage of the girl’s fat ass rippling with every thrust. Minutes passed. Iggy’s arms were beginning to hurt. After being restrained for so long, they’d gone numb. Having Argon’s dick all the way up her ass made it difficult to stand up anymore. She didn’t know if she could do this much longer. Precum and pussy juice soaked her thighs, making them slippery and gross. She’d lost count of her own orgasms. When was Argon going to get sick of her? The archdemon spread her ass apart, watching the barbs on his cock slip past the rim of her butthole one at a time with a sadistic smile. He’d tortured her for long enough, he supposed. It was time to dump his load. He started to fuck her faster, and the little demon squealed as she felt his hips pounding against her ass. She tightened her claws into fists, seizing up as she was brutalized as hard as Argon could manage. He sunk his wicked claws into the soft meat of her tail as he thrusted, using it as a handle as he pleasured himself with Iggy’s hot, worn-out insides. He began to growl as he drew close, and he picked up the pace, fucking the girl’s butt faster and faster, until… Oh, Christ! Warmth poured into the sensitive depths of Ignius’s body as Argon deposited his seed, finally allowing Iggy some respite from the brutal, intrusive rape. Hot, gooey seed washed over the girl’s insides, and as it flowed inside of her, Argon picked her up by the waist and angled her so that it flowed down into her stomach, where all of the cum would dissolve and never be seen again. Iggy almost cried again when she realized what was happening: he was getting rid of the evidence. When he was done, Argon pulled out of Iggy and tossed her to the floor, where she landed with a painful thud. She didn’t even try to get up, even when Argon spat on her and gave her a swift kick to the crotch. “Drench this bitch in cum. I’ll be outside. And make it snappy; we don’t have all day.” The demon guards nodded in acknowledgement, and as Argon slipped away from the scene and the curtain closed again, they set to work doing what they were told. A few minutes later, Ignius felt a hot glaze of sticky white cum cover her entire body. She didn’t even have the energy to open her eyes. Iggy been used. Raped in the ass by her ex boyfriend and drenched in cum. She knew that she had brought this upon herself, but it didn’t mean she felt particularly good about it. The guards left as soon as they were done, and before long, Iggy was left alone on the floor, covered in fluids and fading obscenities.