Chapter 8: The Hanged Man.


“Your father won’t come to save you, you know.”

Little, broken tears dripped from Iggy’s eyes as they accepted Argon’s truth. Though, their weeping couldn’t quite be heard over the sound of flesh against flesh, their ass rippling as their newly-shapeshifted cunt was ceaselessly pounded. They knew not to argue or disobey; they were in enough pain as it was. It had been a few hours since Iggy was kidnapped, and it was obvious that Argon wasn’t going to stop...and that Iggy was never going to see the light of day again. The archdemon had every intention of breaking Igneous down into a glorified fleshlight.

“Adonis was always a...practical sort of man. His focus...unh...and conviction...mmm, is unmatched amongst our kin….” He sunk his sharp talons deep into the little demon’s skin, marring their sensitive flesh as they ruined the sore body bent over beneath him. There was no need to rush. He stood on his knees on the floor with the little demon’s ass raised high in front of him. His cock writhed inside Igneous’s body with each ruthless thrust, pounding against their cervix in a deliberate attempt to make the experience as painful as possible for poor Igneous. The creature could only sob and squirm as they were pushed against the floor and violated.

“He always had favorites,” hissed the archdemon. “I’m old enough to know...mmf…that he does.”

He slapped Iggy across the ass again, leaving a number of shallow scratches and a bright, bloody handprint. Igneous felt like they were getting flogged at this point, with all the blood that was being drawn from the countless, stinging wounds.

“Bigger, stronger kids with powerful abilities and clever minds.” Argon pulled out his massive tentacle and let it squirm wildly against the bare, wet crack of Iggy’s ass. “Though they were still hybrids, the first of your father’s progeny were significant in their strength and competence.” He sunk his claws into the tender inner surface of Igneous’s right asscheek, pulling it aside to gaze into the open interior of their slick, used-up holes.

“But you?”

Igneous whimpered, struggling briefly against the handcuffs as they dreaded what was about to occur.

“You’re nothing.”

They let out a desperate, wide-eyed gasp as they felt the tip of Argon’s appendage slide from their aching cunt to their ruined asshole, and then a long, breathy sob as they felt their anus stretch to accommodate the long tentacle. Inch by inch, Argon filled Iggy’s butt, pushing his cock deep into the bowels of the demon’s body, once again stopping just shy of their acidic stomach.

“You’re fit to be a breeding slave, and that’s about it. Just like your mother.” He gripped the middle of Iggy’s tail, lifting it up and away from the slick opening of their anus so that it wouldn’t get in the way. “Do you understand that?” He drew his hips back away from Iggy’s plump ass only to thrust them forward again, forcing his member deep into their warm insides. The demon flinched as they felt the deep, throbbing sensation of Argon’s violation, but otherwise gave no response. They simply laid with their face pressed to the floor, their legs trembling violently.
“Answer me, shithead.” Argon reached forward and grabbed Iggy by the ears, yanking their head up off the floor.

“Agh, f-fuck! Yes…” the demon grunted.

“Yes what?” He slapped Iggy across the ass again, smiling wickedly as he drank the agonized groan that spilled out of their open mouth. He pulled his member halfway out of their thick butt, feeling out the slick ridges of Iggy’s anus with the tip of his appendage. “Speak up, cocksleeve.”

“Yes…sir…”

The archdemon leaned over his helpless prey and snarled in its fuzzy little ears, filled with the twisted satisfaction of its submission. “That’s more like it.” He gripped one of the demon’s asscheeks as he forced his cock back inside, pushing it deep into the warm, trembling flesh.

With his tendril still buried deep inside, Argon grabbed Igneous by its wrists and pulled the creature to its feet, drawing it very close to his body such that the rest of his writhing cock began to slip inside the slick hole, burrowing deeper and deeper within until Iggy’s fat, squishy ass pressed tight against the surface of Argon’s crotch. Argon had his member as far inside of Igneous as he could manage, and he pulled hard on the creature’s arms, using them to control the gyration of Iggy’s body. Igneous could do nothing but stand there, its back pressed to Argon’s stomach.

Argon transferred one of its wrists to his other talon, capturing both of Iggy’s arms in one hand before holding them both directly above its head, using his overwhelming strength to prevent Igneous from struggling. Now, Igneous felt Argon’s cock wriggling around inside of its little body, squishing and sliding against the walls of its hot insides just to torment the little demon. Its jaw dropped open as it felt its insides being explored, its thin belly beginning to bulge with the shape of the archdemon’s enormous dick. Iggy watched silently as the writhing tentacle scrambled its insides, twitching violently against the bulging surface of the creature’s flexible skin.

The pounding continued, on and on, and Iggy’s eyes rolled to the back of its head. Sticky saliva dripped from its open mouth as it was used; it began to lose sight of what was even happening, and as its grip on reality slipped further astray, the painful sensations and agonizing feelings all melted into a senseless blur.



Daddy’s not a bad person, thought Igneous.

The thought came to him in the silence of the dank prison cell as he was sitting on the floor, chained to the wall by his wrists. He wasn’t sure why he was thinking of daddy now of all times. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he’d been suffering Argon’s torture for the Earth equivalent of a day now. Maybe he just missed his daddy.

He’d left home in quite a huff the other day, and now he wasn’t quite sure why. Adonis being a little depraved certainly wasn’t unusual in terms of demonic culture; in fact, he was remarkably tame compared to a number of high-ranking demons. He supposed that he just found it hard to believe his father really cared about him that much. Now, he wasn’t so sure that he had been seeing things clearly.

So many years of messing around with high-profile demons, reaching into gilded pockets and swallowing boiling-hot cum, and yet no one had ever treated Igneous as anything more than a toy. No one except for daddy. After all, the old man never forgot to get him a present or two when he came home from a long outing. Igneous always considered it to be a weak attempt to win him over or console him, or that his father had been doing it to patronize him. Now, though, as he considered it more carefully, he began to wonder if those were genuine acts of kindness, and that he’d had his head screwed so far up his own ass that he hadn’t realized it.

After all, Adonis never raised his voice at him. Never struck him, except for that one spanking (they both enjoyed it, anyway). And he remembered, after all this time, precisely where Iggy liked to be pet down and rubbed. The spots hadn’t changed much since he was a little boy.

Had Adonis been trying to manipulate him? Perhaps not. Daddy never forced Iggy to do anything, really. Maybe he was stern now and then, but Adonis never tried to take control of what Iggy did with his spare time. Moreover, he never judged Igneous for dressing like a whore, or widening his hips, distracting as it probably was.

Argon, on the other hand?

After his dad got assassinated, Argon became a real piece of shit. He made a serious effort to control every aspect of Iggy’s life, including who he spent his time with, what genitals he was supposed to have, and how he was supposed to dress. He remembered multiple occasions where Argon would have Iggy put on a modest dress for a date only to slip his hand inside while they were in public. He was constantly accused of being a cheating whore when he went out to spend time with his friends, so he stopped going out with his friends just to get Argon to stop acting that way. Igneous made an honest effort to stay in a committed relationship with Argon, and the archdemon thanked him by making the experience as miserable as possible. Fucking Argon’s brother ended up being one of the best decisions he had ever made.

Then again, considering his current situation, he wasn’t so sure. Seeing Argon devolve into what he was now, he wasn’t sure he’d ever escape from him now. He had a miserable life of never-ending rape and torment to look forward to, now that the archdemon had got his hands on him again. It was clear that Argon thought himself the victim of their relationship, and that his actions were justified. There was no way he was getting out of this place alive.

He remembered what his father always said to him. Warning him about angering high-profile demons. Training hard, like he did, to get better at defending himself. But he never listened. Never took daddy seriously. And now that it had happened, he wasn’t sure if he actually…deserved to be rescued. After all the disrespect and degenerate behavior, maybe this was his punishment -  the role he was designed for. A fleshlight, with no agency of his own. An object.

…

Out of all my one-hundred and one children, you are one of the smallest, and yet you take the biggest risks. You’re no less important to me than my strongest, most successful kids.

He really did mean that, didn’t he?

All those sweet little words daddy liked to use, however cheesy they were, were chosen for a reason. Adonis was many things, but a waster of words was not one of them. He almost always said precisely what he meant; he was articulate and concise. They carried more meaning and weight that way.

They certainly carried weight in Igneous’s sick little heart.

Or, whatever strange, gooey reticulum he had to approximate such an organ.

Igneous had a precious little amount of energy left in him. Being roughed-up and raped by Argon had left him weak - that was what Argon counted on to keep Iggy contained. But in spite of that, Iggy knew that he had to escape from this cell or he’d never see his dad again. At the very least, he had to know for sure if Adonis really meant what he said. And maybe…to apologize for being such a punk. Maybe.

So, with the last of his might, Igneous focused on his wrists, and, with some careful rearrangement, the chains fell through his amorphous body, clattering unceremoniously to the floor. Now that he was free of them, he approached the heavy cell door and then dropped to his hands and knees to squeeze himself under the gap. It took a lot of wiggling, and Igneous was worried that he might get stuck, but eventually, the little demon crawled out of the cell and plumped back up to his usual shape.

He collapsed to the floor. Fuck, that was exhausting. He didn’t know if he had anything left in him after that. It would take a long time for his latent demonic energy to recover. But, for the time being, he could get by without shapeshifting; at the very least, he was out of his cell, and that was a step closer than he was before.

With that, Iggy ran down the hall, carefully avoiding the castrated servants that walked throughout the building. He wasn’t sure if they’d raise any alarm if they saw that he had escaped, but he wasn’t going to risk it. He proceeded down the hall as quickly and quietly as possible, searching anywhere for an exit. However, it suddenly dawned on him, as he was running, that the only way to get out was to draw a portal. He needed to find some chalk, or some blood, lying around. And, if Igneous knew Argon, he knew that Argon didn’t leave things like that lying around. They were probably shoved into a container somewhere in his room or office - more likely the latter. So, he went off to find the office.

Unfortunately, when he found it, the deep, commanding voice coming from within the room indicated that Argon was inside. Fuck!

Actually…there were two voices. Not just Argon’s, but another, entirely different voice. Argon, notorious for his paranoia, was having a conversation in there. Who the fuck was he talking to?

His curiosity got the better of him. Careful not to draw attention to himself, Igneous put his head through the crack in the door, peering into Argon’s office. It was a spacious work area with a large desk and a number of bookshelves stacked with what seemed to be important documentation. The floor was clean, but every nook and cranny had been stuffed full of papers and various objects - it appeared that Argon was not very good at organizing. It was certainly not as methodically organized as daddy’s office. More importantly, though, the blood-red, arcane candlelight illuminated two separate figures in the room - one was Argon, who loomed from behind the desk, and the other was a mysterious, strange-looking entity Iggy could not identify. However, from what he understood, it was clear that the creature he was looking at was not at all a demon, but something else entirely…

“Well, as much as I resent your…employer…” hissed Argon, “I certainly don’t have a problem with the resources on offer. Though I really don’t know how I feel about having heavenly messengers wormholing into my office, even for something like this. You dickheads never knock; no wonder the humans pretend you’re not there.”

“If you would, Archdemon Argon,” spoke the strange entity, “I would prefer to cut to the chase. I have many things to do, and this exchange is eating into my time. Do you have the documentation?”

“Mmm. Of course I do.” The archdemon folded his arms. “But A Shard of God is not something I would expect Heaven to part with so easily, even for a favor. I find it suspicious that you’re this eager to get rid of it.”

“The object is genuine,” the entity answered, characteristically monotone and matter-of-fact. “You have nothing to worry about.”

“Don’t get the impression that I trust you. This is merely a temporary agreement, and if I find out that this thing doesn’t do as advertised, we’re going to have a problem.”

“I assure you, Archdemon Argon, that I am incapable of deception. I have nothing to hide from you.”

“I won’t believe it until I see it. History indicates that your benefactor is not nearly as honest and charitable as you make him out to be.” Argon shrugged his shoulders. “For the sake of our agreement, I’ll oblige you. But first, show me the weapon.”

Seemingly out of thin air, the strange entity materialized a strange, shimmering object. Words fail to describe how exactly it looked; it existed in far more dimensions than three, and it shined with a color that didn’t exist. It was almost as though it weren’t an object taking up space, but rather a lack thereof, creating a slim fracture in the aether that was sufficient to end any sentient life it pierced. Yet, it was safe to hold, making it a perfectly viable weapon. The glowing entity held the object out with a single appendage, allowing the demon to gaze at it and inspect its authenticity. A jagged grin stretched across Argon’s cubic face.

“This will do nicely.”

The archdemon reached under his desk and pulled out a folder full of documents, fingering through each of them until he found the one he was looking for. He placed it on the desk - a single piece of paper, marked with human blood - and slid it towards the strange figure on the other side, along with an inkwell full of human blood and a quill made of an angel’s feather.

“By signing this, you agree to release me of any liability, and to transfer the ownership of this shard and the sundered soul contained within it…to me.” Argon put a hand on the table, tapping his claws against the wood impatiently. “In exchange, I will fill in my end of the deal by the deadline provided, etcetera, etcetera.” He rolled his eyes. “Does that sound kosher to you?”

The angel took only a brief moment to deliberate on the document, reading it carefully before taking up the pen and signing it, binding their agreement under cosmic law. Then, the angel placed the Shard of God on the table.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” sneered the archdemon.

The angel did not respond; it merely vanished, leaving Argon alone in the room.

“Cunt.” The archdemon spat on the floor. Then, he picked up the shimmering object, taking a moment to admire it in the crimson candlelight of his office.

Iggy promptly receded from the doorway. Well, that explained why Argon didn’t seem afraid of Adonis showing up. He’d acquired a divine boon - a weapon derived from an inconceivable fragment of Messianic soul crystal. It was practically designed to kill demons; even those of very high status. Whatever Argon had agreed to do in exchange for that weapon, Igneous knew that he had to get his hands on it. Killing Argon was only the first item on the list of heinous little war crimes he could commit with that shard.

“Well, well. Look what I caught!”

Igneous’s eyes widened. He felt an enormous hand grab hold of his arm, and he knew at once that he’d been caught. He shouldn’t have lingered so long in the doorway!

“I figured you’d sneak out of your cell to eavesdrop on my private affairs eventually. You’re such a dumb, predictable little whore.” The archdemon chuckled mockingly as he brought Iggy back into the office. Then, he tossed the little creature onto the floor like a sack of potatoes.

“I can’t kill you, but now that you know what you know, you can’t be allowed to speak. So, you aren’t going to be allowed to speak. The only thing you’re going to be doing with your mouth is paying me back for all the suffering you’ve put me through…using the back of your fucking throat.”

The lights went down, and the office door closed.