4 comments/ 41626 views/ 9 favorites Slaves of the Damned By: SeleucusNicator The next thing Carla knew, her feet were on hot sand. She screamed. This was not the Saint Philip General Hospital. It seemed like a nightmare, more than anything. The heat! It was searing, lapping at her toes. A dark feeling of dread coursed through her body, and she trembled, in pain and in fear. She saw black, twisted towers extending over the horizon, striking their silhouettes against a fiery red sky. Dark fumes erupted out of their tops, and a white, scorching sun hung low, surrounded by flame clouds. What was this place? Was she really dreaming? She must. This was a nightmare. Only somehow, with a growing hole in her belly, she realized this wasn't a bad dream. She knew this was real, all horribly real. She noticed she was stark naked. Her round and heavy bosom heaved. She was chained. There were shackles on her ankles, with some 12 inches of chain between them. Her wrists were fastened to a heavy metal yoke which rested on the back of her neck. Her pretty, elegant neck was encircled by a close-fitting metal collar. -Walk slut! -- a deep voice ordered from behind. Almost immediately, she felt intense, burning pain strike her bare back. It was a whip which fell on her. And twice, and thrice more she suffered its sting, each time crying out. She looked over her shoulder, struggling under the metal rod which was her yoke. What she saw terrified her, arresting her heart, dawning on her the truth of her current plight. She had died, and she was in Hell. For behind her, furious, murderous, and holding a red-hot whip, there stood what could only be a demon. It was large, the size of a gorilla, rock hard with muscle, with bright blue eyes and blood-red skin. The thing had a long tail, black claws on its fingers and toes, and teeth sharp as a shark's. Two red horns adorned its head. On its right arm, it had a golden band marked with arcane symbols. It wore a leather harness decorated with what appeared to be silver coins, and a kilt made of tiny, interlocked chains. All in all, Carla had never been more horrified by something in her entire life. -Move! -- it yelled again, wielding his scorching whip, lashing her again -- Forward! Crying out, Carla stumbled forward, feeling the pain. Her white feet threaded over the hot sand which lay before her, burning. Again, the lash fell. Sweat broke out on her creamy skin, and her plentiful breasts were soon covered with salty droplets. The yoke on her, she noticed, seemed heavier the more she walked. She raised her head, struggling with the weight, sensing the demon walking behind her. She didn't dare stop, enduring the blaze over her head, pouring down on her, and the blaze under her feet, licking at her skin. As she went on, she got a better look at where she was, all the while fighting back the urge to cry. She walked along what seemed to be a road of white sand, resting upon a bridge of black stone. Below, she saw a city, sprawling monstrous, made of the same black stone. But in front of her, at the end of the sand road, there stood a gigantic fortress, and she knew somehow that that was where she was being taken. She wondered what kind of atrocities were committed there. She would learn soon enough. Carla was not alone on the bridge. She saw hundreds more, damned ones like her, she knew. They were all naked, chained and yoked, and behind each one of them, there followed a demon, whipping them forward, shouting at them. She noticed something peculiar, that they were all beautiful and young. She saw young, gorgeous men with perfect bodies and large penises, and stunning girls with enticing curves and angelic faces. They were all as scared as she was, all being tormented by the heat. She was particularly enthralled with man who struggled near her. He seemed to be in his twenties, had tanned skin and olive colored eyes. His body was maddening. -You lustful little slut -- commented her demon, noticing this -- you want to fuck him, don't you? He laughed, a sound which made her skin crawl. -He died as an old, fat child molester. He seems beautiful, for you are seeing only his soul, and not his body. The soul is perfect. Even sin cannot stain it. Sin is only good for throwing monsters down into this pit. The whip cracked viciously. After what seemed to be an eternity, Carla and the demon arrived to the gates of the black fortress, which was guarded by a troop of fiends. They were similar in appearance to Carla's custodian. They were armed with tridents. -Kneel, slut -- they ordered Carla. She complied, scared. -You are in Lepernel, one of the Seven Cities of Hell. You we will be suffering the rest of eternity here, as a slave to his Infernal Majesty's Household -- said one of the demons. Suddenly, it slapped her face, dropping her to the floor, rattling her chains. -That is so you know you are now a slave. She felt hands on her. They leashed her with a length of chain, and dragged her into the walls. *** She was taken to a dark dungeon, where she was branded with white-hot iron on her thigh. The symbol she now bore was a letter, one very similar to a K. They told her it was the first letter for the word "slave" in Firespeech, the language of Hell, this, after they had beaten her into silence . They had hurt her breasts, hitting her with thin whips made of what seemed to be wire. She was chained by the neck to a ring in a tiny cell. The ceiling was so low she had to remain on her belly. She cried until her pretty face was damp with tears. She had done horrible things, she knew. She had always been merciless, cruel, but now she found longing for mercy, for pity. They had broken her, easily, effortlessly it seemed. She had always been beautiful in life, as she was in Hell. She had golden brown hair, a creamy complexion, huge breasts, a soft belly, flaring hips and a round ass. Her face was equally gorgeous, with large, dreamy brown eyes. Her lips were smooth and rosy. She didn't remember how long she had been locked up when he walked in. It was another fallen angel, only this one seemed larger, and was more flamboyantly dressed. It wore what seemed to be a white silk tunic threaded with gold. Golden jewelry adorned him, as well as an intangible sense of dread. Behind him there knelt a naked man. He was a slave, Carla saw, for he was collared, and the demon held his leash in his hand. The slave's navel was pierced, and a shiny jewel hung from it. He kept his eyes low, humbly. He was blond and blue eyed, and, sure enough, beautiful. The iron door to her kennel fell open with a crash, but no one had touched it. Suddenly, Carla felt she was being dragged. Her leash had detached from the wall and now flew towards the Demon's belt, where it secured itself, pulling her with it. She cried out as the stone floor scratched her skin. -Come here little slave -- said the demon as this happened. -Please don't hurt me! Please I beg you sir! I will do anything! Please don't whip me again! I am sorry! I am sorry for what I did! Please! I beg- She stopped. A red silk gag had appeared around her mouth, shutting her up. The brand on her was suddenly on fire, sending stinging waves of pain through her body. -Silence slave! -- commanded the demon -- you will speak only when I wish it! The pain on her thigh subsided. She then swore to herself that she would never disobey this creature. She was in Hell, and if there was anything that would make eternity less painful, then she would do it. The gag disappeared. This time she didn't open her mouth, and this pleased the demon. -I am Asha' nung, Commander of Hell, loyal to its legitimate Master, King Lucifer, the Bearer of Despair. From now on, my word is your command. You will address me, and any dark angel, as Master. Your soul is now mine, and you exist for my pleasure. Do you understand? -Yes Master -- answered Carla, not daring to look up at him. -Good slave. He extended his right foot out to her. -Kiss it. Carla obeyed, pressing her lips to his red skin, desperately covering it with kisses. Her chain leash flew from Asha'nung's belt and attached itself to the floor near her. With growing trepidation, she saw the demon taking off his tunic. Soon, he was as naked as his two slaves. He had a huge, 12 inch penis which slowly became hard. His muscles were huge, and his nipples both had rings on them. Before Carla could speak, her Master thrashed her to the floor. She fell on her back, hitting her head. The demon stradled her, intent on raping her. -No! -- she screamed out in horror -- Ah! His titanic penis drilled into her with supernatural power. She felt it go all the way into her, storming her, ripping her apart with pain. Her vaginal lips stretched as much as they could, taking him in. The sound of her screaming was the only one in the room. He licked her face, while he pinched her right nipple with his claws. He ravished her, rocking his hips against her body, savagely rubbing the insides of her slit with his gargantuan cock. To Carla's revulsion, the penis which had invaded her was now moving. Inside her! It twisted, like a serpent looking for prey. She felt the thing striking at every inch of her pussy with a bittersweet sensation of hurt and pleasure. She was being used like an animal, like a dog in heat. She writhed under him, calling out pleas: -Master! Oh Master! I beg you! Her back ached from the stone floor which pained her with every stroke of her Master. The stinging in her nipple was almost unbearable as his sharp claws dug into it. His hard abdomen pressed down on Carla's soft belly, rising and falling on her, making her tits jiggle each time. Her skin was flushed, stained with reddish spots around her neck, her breasts, her navel and her face. He kissed her then, his long and warm tongue molesting her little mouth. It licked her white teeth, almost tenderly. He grabbed her hair with his free hand, pulling the light strands and adding to her pain. She was being conquered, utterly dominated by the monster on top of her. He was the Master, she was the slave. Asha'nung scratched her shoulder, tensing as his orgasm neared. Carla felt blood on her. But by then, she barely cared. The waves of pleasure were traveling under her skin, flowing from between her legs. She moaned, biting her lip as her Master intensified his violation of her, filling Carla with his titan of a penis. She arched her back, sensing climax, and pressed her hips against Asha'nung's, submitting to him, yielding as his slave. She exploded with the force of it, sheer force which erupted from her intimacies and which seemed to engulf her. Her arms flayed around her, as orgasm delivered. Her nipples had become erect. Her vaginal lips tensed, closing and squeezing their intruder. Her legs closed, wrapping around the demon. She shut her eyes as the surges of pleasure tickled her, spasms overtaking her abused self. She cried out, proclaiming her surrender to him, her Master. Asha'nung unleashed a torrent of hot yellow sperm into her pussy, roaring as he came. Carla was afraid, for a moment, that she would be crushed under his brutal strength. She soon forgot about it, for the demon's sperm was like liquid fire. It seared her insides, firing up suffering like she had never known. It burned her, viciously, and she cried and wailed until she could no more. It seemed eternal, corroding her loins, expanding through her body. It was like a thousand knives being driven into her. The knives stabbed at her belly, at her heart. They crawled to her brain, turning everything red. After what seemed like an eternity, the blaze slowly went down, turning into a dull throb. Asha'nung rose, smiling. He looked down at her, but Carla's eyes were still closed. She sweated profusely. She had thought she was going to die a second time. She opened her eyes, slowly, in time to see the demon's foot come down crashing onto her belly. She blacked out. Slaves of the Damned Ch. 02 Carla awoke, moaning in pain, face down. Her back ached and her belly felt as if it had been punctured. The brand on her thigh burned her, making her move her leg in discomfort. Her nipples hurt, and her labia felt swollen and scalded. She felt a weight to her right, a body. She opened her eyes, remembering what had happened, and where she was. Carla tried to get up, and she bumped her head on the stone ceiling of her cell. She was still in the dungeons, locked in the kennels. She had to remain prone, the ceiling barely some 10 inches from the floor. Carla's hands were shackled behind her back, her arms painfully bended into 90 degree angles. Her ankles were similarly fastened in steel. A chain ran from her collar to her wrist restraints, holding her soft hands high on her back. The stone floor was ice cold, contrasting with the blaze she had experienced when marching through the sand. It made her skin crawl and her nipples get erect. She wriggled piteously, lightly touching the body near her. She twisted her head and saw it was a girl, secured in the same fashion as her. She was very pretty, with dark hair, creamy skin and luscious, full red lips. She was face down, sleeping. The girl was wet, as if she had just taken a shower. Her left thigh was branded, and the mark glowed eerily. Carla tried to look over her shoulder, letting out a grunt of effort and hurt. Her body was a chaos of pains and stings. Her genitals itched and felt as if burned. Slowly, lust crept into her, as she longed for a penis. She didn't know why, but there seemed to her she now felt a need for sex. She tried to resist it, but it called out to her, a tingling in her lower belly, between her legs, on her breasts. She had always liked BDSM, loved it really. She found it impossible to get off without being tied or chained, so profound was her fetish. And being restrained with heavy chains, in a small cell, naked, only intensified her libido, almost against her will. She moaned once more, a bit louder this time, and tried to rub her mound against the floor. It was useless, unsatisfying. Carla's cringing made her bump into the girl on her right. -Hey! The girl was awake now, glaring at Carla with her blue eyes. -Stop it you stupid whore! – she hissed – when you spend 20 hours each day toiling and being raped down on the Iron Plains you'll learn to appreciate sleep! Carla flinched, scared at the girl's sudden outburst. If she had been living, Carla would have had her tongue cut off. She had done it herself many times. But they were not on Earth any more, and Carla was afraid of this girl, as she was afraid of everything she had so far seen in Hell. -I-I'm sorry – she apologized. This seemed to appease the blue-eyed girl somewhat. -Bitch... what's your name anyway? -C-Carla. I am Carla Wells. -American? -Yes – Carla answered. -I'm Marie LaGrange, Belgian. -How come we understand each other? Do you speak English? – asked Carla. -No – said Marie – we are speaking in the language of the fallen ones, known by the demons as Firespeech. Carla noticed Marie had bruises on her arms and sides. On her back, there was the fresh wound of claws. She had little scratches on her face, and her left eye had a purple shade under it. She had been severely abused. -What did you do to get sent here? – asked Marie. -I was... I trafficked women... -Oh really? Marie's eyes sparkled amusedly. -Tell me about it – she said. -Oh, well... I worked with a Russian prostitution ring based in New York. We lured women from third-world Europe and exploited them once they got to America. Others we kidnapped. I was the boss's lover, and his second-in-command... -Haha! – laughed Marie – one would have never guessed it! You don't look anything like a madam! You look more like a high-class whore! Carla twisted a little, still under the curse of her lust, her pussy aching for sex. -So – continued Marie – what about me? Am I good enough? If we were alive, would you kidnap me and make me your slut? Her eyes spoke of a genuine curiosity, and this frightened Carla. She was serious. -Yes – she answered – you would be on your back, pleasuring men in a stinky room, handcuffed to a squeaky bed for hours. -Well, it isn't much different from Hell. Here, when we aren't being violated we are laboring like beasts. -Oh... -Yes. Marie noticed Carla's twitching. -You better stop that. It only makes it worse. -Do you feel it too? -We all feel it down here. It is eternal. There is no appeasing it. Our only release comes from our demon Masters. A resource they use to torture us, and perhaps one of the most effective. You will only feel satisfied when they rape you. And the joy comes at a terrible price. You remember their semen? -Yes – Carla answered, her skin crawling at the memory of the burning liquid. -It is a torment. It makes you want to die. And the appeasement of you lust, it lasts for only a few minutes. Soon enough, it comes back, stronger still. Don't worry too much about it. We learn to exist with it. Carla wondered if she would ever do as Marie said, if she would ever grow accustomed to such a desire. She stared at Marie's bruises, at her red wounds, terrified. -Don't worry – comforted her Marie – they heal during sleep. Which is why I need to close my eyes now. Tomorrow will be another infernal day. You should sleep too. That will help with the pain. -They let us sleep? -Only for a couple of hours. Hush now. Carla found it difficult, amidst the cold, the burning inside her belly and in her thigh, and the dull pain of the bruises on her own body. She managed it, with effort. Carla slept, as did Marie, both of them dreamlessly. There are no dreams in Hell. They both awoke to the sound of their steel gate clanging down as it was opened. A hand gripped Carla's left ankle and pulled her out, dragging her against the stone floor. Her ankle shackles were removed, and she was forced upward into a standing position by her arm. Her face was slapped, and she tasted blood at her mouth. A thin metal rod hit her belly, drawing the air out of her. She doubled, agonized, trying to scream, and a demon pulled her by the hair back upwards. The aching between her legs was soon harassing her again, ruthlessly. The pain on her back, however, had disappeared. She saw the dungeon had been entirely occupied by women, as the demons made them stand single file, in a line facing the door. Marie was stood just behind Carla. -Dawn is here pigs! – shouted a fiend – time to work! There were some fifty or so women on the line, all beautiful, all collared, shackled, and branded. Carla heard a rustle of chain. She started out in surprise as a long, thick chain wrapped itself around her waist, like a huge steel snake. The chain moved along, floating as if alive, coiling around a woman and then advancing on to the next one, until all of the slaves were joined by their waists, the massive chain binding them in coffle. She couldn't help but marvel at the inherent sensuality of the sight, of beautiful, chained women. The cold links around her nakedness felt good, exciting. -Walk pig sluts! A demon stabbed Carla's breast with his trident, laughing at her pain and humiliation. The line moved forward, out through the open door, escorted by demon masters. Wire whips cracked along the coffle. Carla was struck by one, on her shoulder. The slaves walked through a dark, black stone corridor, under insults and mockery. They were lead down a tunnel, damp and putrid, as the fallen angels lashed them. One of them grabbed Carla's pussy, sticking his thumb inside, heightening her desire. She moaned: -Oh... Master... The demon laughed and squeezed her genitals viciously, drawing a yelp from the slave girl. She was now more desperate than ever! The demon had teased her into a stronger lust. She needed those fingers inside her, fucking her, quelling her sexual thirst. The girls were marched for an hour, until finally they emerged unto the sunlight, the fortress in the distance. There was a white sun, the same which Carla had seen the other day, only it seemed much nearer to the ground than what it should have been. Its rays fell down on the girls like strings of hot lead. Carla saw they had been taken to an extensive plain, composed of what seemed to be cooled lava. Its graphite colored surface was filthy, like coal, and soon her feet were black with soot. All over the plains, there were trenches, dug into the black soil. In these trenches, hundreds and hundreds of naked men worked. Carla saw that they were mining some grayish silver ore, using pickaxes, loading wire baskets with it. There were other girls, other than Carla's group, and they carried these huge baskets of rocks up a hill, were they unloaded the ore into mining carts. These carts were pulled by more naked men. The women worked in pairs, a couple being chained by the waist. The chain split, magically, forming couples. Carla was paired with the girl in front of her, a short tanned beauty with shoulder-length curly brown hair. She would rather have remained close to Marie, the only slave she knew, but Marie was chained to Japanese girl. Their wrist shackles disappeared, and their hands were free. Their collars remained, however. A demon whipped them savagely, drawing thin red lines on their skin, putting them to work. Carla's ass and belly were dotted with droplets of blood. The pair hurried to grab a basket, struggling under its weight, sharing the load between them, as they started up the dark hill. Their waist chain jingled as their hips swayed with their burdened footsteps. -What is your name slave? – asked Carla's partner, once the weight had settled somewhat in their arms and their steps had become more regular. -I am Carla Wells, from the U.S. -Burcu Yamiz, from Turkey. Carla grunted, holding the basket. The itching in her pussy was killing her. She needed release. Her nipples were now permanently erect, owing to her perpetual state of arousal. She would have fucked anything. She would even fuck Burcu. It didn't seem a bad idea at all. She had a lovely figure after all, and a pretty little face. She imagined Burcu's tongue pleasuring her, darting between her labia with passion. Carla bit her lip. She could see Burcu was dripping too. Along the road up the hill, more demons stood guard, all armed with tridents and wire whips. Whenever Carla and Burcu halted or slowed down, they were harried forward swiftly and with pain. After a long walk, they arrived at the top of the hill, where the carts were. -Hurry up whores! They spilled the ore into one of the carts, before being whipped back down the hill. They ran this time, carrying an empty basket, the chain rattling, Carla's huge tits bouncing painfully. When they returned to the trenches, they placed the basket down near the men and grabbed a full one, to being their walk once more. This repetitive, arduous labor they did for hours and hours, toiling under the rising sun. Soon, sweat covered Carla's bare skin. Drops of it coursed down her tits. At one time, while they were descending the hill, a demon stopped them. He threw Burcu to the ground and raped her while Carla watched with envy. He howled and blasphemed while he did it, pounding the girl, their skins slapping each time the creature rammed the slave. He held her down by her arms, digging his claws into her. Carla stood by, covering her mouth, horrified and mesmerized at the same time while her waist chain rattled. It was frightening, seeing thin Burcu being abused by an enormous demon, but there was nothing else which would alleviate her libido. When the demon was finished, he stood up and ordered them to continue. Burcu had to be helped by Carla. She had been badly beaten, and her breasts had been scratched. Her skin was stained with soot, and she had winced and whimpered as the demon's hot sperm had torched her genitals. Carla held her up by the arm. The insides of her thighs had blood on them. -Oh... – moaned the Turkish girl – it hurts... I am burning... They grabbed yet another basket. After an hour or so, Burcu told her the semen had finally cooled down. She seemed better, if for a while. Carla had feared she would stumble. Who knew what the demons would do to her if that happened? However, it was Carla who fell once, exhausted by the heat. The basket tipped, spilling ore. Carla was down on her face, her hands over her head, crying. -I can't continue! – she wept – I can't! -Yes you can Carla! – hurried her Burcu – come on girl, get up, quickly! The demons will get angry! Get up Carla! Carla felt herself being hoisted up by her golden brown hair. A red fist punched her stomach, taking all air out of her. She was punched again, and again. -Stupid pig! – exclaimed her abuser – stupid pig! Filthy animal! Pick them up! Her brand then became white hot, scorching her thigh, and she shrieked. She was dropped onto the ground, and she desperately crawled on all fours, picking up the stones. Burcu helped her, afraid that any retaliation would involve her as well. Once the basket was filled, Carla was raised by the furious demon. She continued with her work. She didn't fall down again that day. They unloaded the wire basket, and the cart departed, being pulled by a harnessed blonde man. As they turned around, running down the slope, the sound of trumpets filled the air. They were warlike, quick paced. On the horizon, Carla saw a black cloud of soot rising. The earth beneath her battered feet trembled. -What is it? – she asked Burcu. -A raid – answered the girl – quick, come! She followed Burcu to a crevice in the slope, hidden behind a rock. It was sufficiently large to accommodate the two of them. Carla saw their guards rushed towards the black cloud, all of them, drawing their short swords. Everywhere, girls put down their baskets and laid down, whimpering, covering their faces with their hands. The male slaves crouched in the trenches as their masters ran around them. They hid in the small cave, out of sight. Carla relished in the coolness of the place, away from the scorch. She wiped her breasts with the back of her hand. Her skin was a mess of soot and sweat, the latter having coursed over her, smudging the black powder. She tried her best to clean herself, rubbing at her bruised belly. Burcu peeked outside while she did this. They were still joined by the waist chain. -Good – she said – it is a large party. -Why is it good? – wished to know Carla. -We love it when we get raided. It's the only rest we get. You see, when enemies show up, our masters go and fight them. We are ordered to hide. We should be here for about an hour. -Isn't it dangerous for us? -Not really. They only steal those slaves which work farther from Lepernel. We are very close to it. Besides, if we were to fall to them, what difference would it make? It would be the same torment, only under a different lord. -Who are they? -Riders from another kingdom. -Kingdom? -Yes – answered Burcu – you see, Hell is divided into seven kingdoms, each one with its king. -I thought Satan ruled over Hell. -That's a common misconception – said Burcu – Satan only rules over a portion of it. We are in the Kingdom of Lucifer. The other five kingdoms are those of Mammon, Beelzebub, Belial, Mephistopheles and Astarte. They all fight for the right to rule over the entire underworld. -Oh... I see... -Anyhow, we are now alone. We can do whatever we want in here. She said it with an animalistic undertone to it, an urgency in the way she inflexed. Burcu devoured Carla with her eyes. Carla hadn't forgotten her lust for Burcu, and the girl's remark brought it back to her in full force. Her pussy was tormenting her, crying out in need, and she was sure the tanned girl's mound was doing the same to her. They were both bitches in heat, craving for sex. She now watched her, lying seductively on her side, smiling at her. She smiled back. Burcu grabbed the chain which joined them and gave it a gentle tug. Carla crawled to her, obediently, settling beside her as her breasts swayed. Burcu touched Carla's lips with her fingers, lightly, appraisingly. She slipped one inside her pretty slave mouth, making Carla's face blush. She gave her cheek a gentle tug. Carla touched her partner's bruised eye, as if to comfort her. -Do you like me Burcu? – asked Carla. -Yes, I do. -Am I pretty? -You are gorgeous. With this, Burcu wrapped Carla in her arms, kissing her fully on the lips. She gently caressed her dirty, scarred back, lovingly, as their tongues met and danced, sending cords of sensations through Carla's skin, who pressed herself against the Turkish girl, her large breasts rubbing against Burcu's smaller ones. Their bellies touched and Carla relished in her partner's warmth and smoothness. Burcu stroked Carla's breasts with passion, rubbing them, squeezing them tenderly, massaging her nipples. She seemed to be relishing in her body, as the girl softly touched each and every inch of Carla's skin, running her hands down her flanks, over her belly, her shoulders, the lines of her white neck. She caressed her hips and her thighs, tracing her brand seductively. They were like beasts, filthy animals mating in the dust. She nibbled at Carla, as if she were some sweet, juicy morsel. Her mouth flickered over her partner, driving her mad. Their skins contrasted beautifully, the milky tone of Carla against Burcu's tan. Carla's eyes sparkled lustfully. They were those dreamy sinful eyes which on Earth had conquered men, and which on Hell, were the eyes of a slave, of a pig. Burcu sucked at her lips, gently biting them as Carla moaned. She kissed her neck, her jawbone. Burcu lowered her right hand, touching Carla's labia. The girl bit her lip. -Take me Burcu – she whispered – make me yours. Love me Burcu. Burcu turned around as the chain twisted, until her face was facing Carla's pussy. Likewise, Carla had access to Burcu's genitals. Burcu kissed her labia, tenderly, before slipping her tongue between them. Carla cried out. -Oh Burcu! She herself sucked her partner, as both girls engaged in oral intercourse, in the position commonly known on earth as the sixty nine, in Hell known by the name of "Lilith's whisper". Burcu licked at Carla, her tongue lapping inside her, tickling her, pleasing her. Carla felt warm waves of sensation swelling from her belly, dousing the fires of her lust. Her eyes fluttered in their sockets as she called out her lover's name. Burcu made love to her with her mouth, rhythmically, drinking her juices, making her quiver in delight. She licked Carla's clit, electrifying the girl. Burcu's warm lips were light as feathers, givers of pleasure. They felt wonderfully on Carla's abused and pained intimacy, which now overflowed with her juices. They dripped down Burcu's mouth, over her chin. Their clits were both alive with sensitivity. She dug her fingernails into Burcu's ass as pleasure shook her. Burcu tightened her legs, gripping Carla's face with them. They were both soaring through the skies, shrouded by warmth and joy. Carla tensed with the force of her orgasm. -Oh! Ah! Burcu came nearly at the same time, raising her head and screaming out. She collapsed on top of Carla, panting, sweating, only this time it was the sweet sweat of love. After a while, she turned around once more, facing Carla. They kissed, profoundly, caressing each other's faces, breasts, bellies. Carla stroke Burcu's hair, smiling at her. Burcu rested her head on Carla's bosom, sighing, facing upwards, and Carla hugged her around the waist with her free hand. They remained thus, locked in each other's arms, until the murderous shouts of their masters were heard. Slaves of the Damned Ch. 02 They emerged from the cave, holding hands. Slaves of the Damned Ch. 03 The girls were lined up once again, the giant chain around their waists. Carla stood behind Burcu, and Marie was behind her, just like they had been marched to the Iron Plains. Their shackles were back on, joined to their collars. They waited, under the gazes of their masters. They had been ordered to keep their faces high, but their eyes looking down. The sun, which was permanently above their heads, had nonetheless cooled. It now appeared to be darker, almost black, as darkness had begun to engulf the land. Carla guessed that it was that phenomenon which produced day and night in Hell. The slaves heard what appeared to be bare footsteps. Carla saw a litter approaching. She couldn't see it very well, for she was afraid to look, but it seemed to be carried by four male slaves. It had purple silk curtains around it, she saw, and was escorted by a cadre of demon soldiers. -Kneel whores! Kneel before your King! The complied, quickly, with a sound of chain. Carla's heart accelerated. Was this the King? Was this Lucifer? She had never been more afraid in her entire existence. What horrible atrocities would he do to her? What perversion, what deranged humiliations? She trembled, and cold sweat broke on her filthy skin. -Your slaves, Sire – said a voice, which Carla recognized being that of Asha'nung, her first rapist. She remembered him all too well. The voice with answered struck fear into her heart screeched at her ears. It was the black voice of murder and hate. She felt helpless, worthless before it. It made her a slave. -What happened earlier? I understand there was trouble with the spirits of Astarte – spoke the rider of the litter, hidden by the curtains. -We fought them away, Sire. They managed to steal a few slaves. Nothing serious, really. -Retaliate. -Yes Sire. -I wish to retire to my quarters now. Have a slut taken to me. Adorn her and bathe her. -Yes Sire, it will be done. -Let us go now. With relief, Carla saw the litter departing, followed by its guard. Her heart sunk, however, when she heard Asha'nung walk towards her. He loomed over Carla, chilling her to the spine. His clawed hand grabbed her left nipple. Carla whimpered pathetically. The demon pulled upward, towards him, and Carla gasped. Her left tit was stretched, paining her, and she thought he would rip it off her. He released it and it bounced back with a jiggle. He said nothing, but departed as well, leaving behind a miserable, petrified Carla. They were marched back from where they had come, down the tunnel and into the city. Only the trip back had a surprise for her. When they were underground, in the dark and cold passageway, a magical waterfall drenched the girls. It was colder than ice, and stung at Carla's wounds. It did, however, wash away the sweat, the blood and the soot from her. They were led into their cell block, where the coffle chain fell to the floor. Burcu was separated from her, to be locked in the cell in front of Carla's. -Burcu! – exclaimed the girl – Don't leave me! -It's ok Carla – comforted her Burcu – I'll be right here, across from you. It's ok. -Shut up whores! Carla was shoved into her cell, her ankles shackled, on her belly. Marie was once again beside her, as battered as she had been the day they met. Carla cried herself to sleep. How long she slept she didn't know. She only knew that she was being dragged out of her cell. There were no shouts of "Dawn is here pigs!" this time though. They pulled her up to a standing position, and covered her head with a leather hood. It surrounded her face completely, obscuring everything from her sight. She took a knee to her genitals, but her cries were obstructed by the hood. A trident on her back forced her to walk. She didn't know how many there were, or where they were taking her. After a while, she was pushed through a doorway. Once inside, her hood was removed. Asha'nung reclined on a large round bed on the other side of the room, naked, his shaft erect. An African girl was being taken away, glowing yellow sperm trickling down her legs. And Burcu, her sweet Burcu, was hung upside down, her body tightly bound by chains, her ankles shackled to a ring on the ceiling. Her lovely brown hair swayed. Her eyes were round and terrified. Her mouth was gagged with red silk. Carla felt her knees give away, but somehow, she managed to stay up. -Leave us – ordered the infernal commander – and you, kneel. Carla obeyed. -I have heard you two pigs have taken a liking to each other. How sweet. So sweet that I have devised a special delight for you. I will rape your cunt in front of your friend. I think she will like it. I know I will. Carla felt her nipples being pulled towards the bed magically, and she had to rise quickly and follow their tug, lest they be ripped from her. She stopped at the edge of the red cushion. Her shackles disappeared, and a chain materialized between her collar and a ring at the base of the bed. She now had a chance to appreciate his nakedness fully, something which she hadn't been able to do the first time. His red chest was covered with moderate amount of curly black hair, which coursed down his abdomen towards his pubic hair, which was plentiful. Suddenly, everything blacked out. She at first thought she had fainted, but she realized her face had been covered by a mask. It was even more confining than the hood, for this mask was skin tight, covered her ears from hearing, her mouth from speaking and her eyes from seeing. He was going to rape her and she wouldn't even be able to see it. She would be defenseless, a crippled bitch at his mercy. She wouldn't be able to know when the next blow would come, or where her body would be touched next. He pulled her chain roughly, and she was on top of him. She rested her hands timidly on his huge chest. The demon grabbed her hips, holding her upward, and Carla braced herself for his penis. It plunged into her, impaling her, drilling up her labia. She screamed, wildly, but the sound was blocked by her mask. Burcu, who was seeing everything, could only guess Carla was wailing because of the way the girl threw her face upwards. Carla felt she was being ripped apart, as her pussy stretched to accommodate his shaft. Asha'nung marveled at her tightness, laughing malevolently. He tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her up and down along his penis, dragging her down viciously each time, watching her bosom bounce. He pounded, reveling at the sound of their groins colliding. His tongue stretched all the way to lick her breasts. Carla could feel the forked appendage tit-fucking her, squeezing between her cleavage. She was beautiful, but she had never had a supermodel's body. She had a slight layer of fat on her belly, slight enough that men had never minded it. It was the natural softness of a pretty girl who didn't exercise. Her belly now wiggled with each thrust, amusing Asha'nung. He could have given her a flat, toned abdomen, but her suppleness excited him. Many demons like soft bellies. -Fucking pig! Take me in wench! Carla felt like she was being killed, and the pain did little to quell her perpetual arousal, at least at first. For, slowly, pleasure began to creep up from her pussy. It was the curse Marie had spoken about. The demon was actually giving her satisfaction. The price was terrible, as the pain was unbearable. His penis writhed inside her with sickening viscosity, striking her nerves with a hellish mix of delight and fire. Her fluids flowed over him. Asha'nung lashed her back with his tail and she fell on top of him, her masked faced against his chest, her tits on his abs. His skin was hot and foul. He laughed. -You are such a whore! Feel me pig! Pig! He dug his sharp thumb nails into her belly, squeezing her while his tail struck her from behind. He tunneled with his cock up and down as he gripped her hips. He dominated her, completely using her for his pleasure. Carla felt her skin growing warm. She was close to climaxing. When she was about to explode, Asha'nung threw her to the floor, arresting her orgasm. -Slut. You will come when I so wish it. The slave, of course, heard nothing. She whimpered on the stone tiles, her desires frustrated and too scared to move. Her clit throbbed dully, pleading for attention. She had just been denied satisfaction. Asha'nung stood over her, unbeknownst to Carla, a sick grin on his face. The slave was on her back, chained by the neck. The demon fondled his penis, pumping it with his right hand with a furious rhythm. He cursed as his sperm spilled all over the girl, a torrent of lava, smearing her white skin, covering her breasts, her neck, her belly. Carla felt the boiling liquid sear her flesh like hot coals, and she twisted in pain and horror, cringing on the tiles. She tried to wipe it off her, but the sperm adhered to her hands. Her neck chain rattled with her pained contortions. The demon left her there, squirming, and laid down on his bed to sleep. Carla battled against the fire in her skin for what seemed forever, while Burcu watched her horrified. The sperm slowly cooled down, until it became black and hard, and Carla drifted away, between unconsciousness and slumber. She awoke abruptly to the pain of Asha'nung raping her from behind. She had been lying on her belly, and now her master rode her furiously, stretching her, pulling her light brown hair. His muscular weight held her down, helpless, small, as his penis bored into her pussy. Her breasts were being ground against the stone tiles. Asha'nung pounded his slave, his thrusts coming in quick succession. The speed with which he fucked her was superhuman, impossible, and Carla bled just when bliss seemed to be commencing. He bit her shoulder, sinking his fangs into her skin, while rampaging between her legs. His raucous tongue licked the wound, drinking her blood, smearing it over her skin. He never tired, and his monstrous energy unloaded into Carla's slave body. Carla felt her orgasm nearing the surface, rising from inside her loins, warming her and tickling her fingers. When it came, it was blinding. She clenched her fists and tensed, her labia squeezing Asha'nung. Carla screamed into the mask, defiled. She felt like she was soaring, and even the pain seemed to yield. It towered, dancing inside her, curling her toes, closing her eyes. She shivered in ecstasy as the almost electric spikes of gratification lighted her body up. She tightened around him just as the demon erupted into ejaculation, and it was the same liquid fire she knew. She was burning again. This really was Hell. Asha'nung left her there, contemptuously. He rose and walked to where Burcu hanged. She was still awake, and had witnessed everything. Tears fell to the floor, were they mingled with her sex fluids. Her cheeks were wet. She bit on her gag as he approached, dreading the monster. -You liked that, didn't you slut? Burcu whimpered wretchedly as Asha'nung squeezed her cheeks with one hand. -Of course you did. You are a slave, a sick and deranged animal. You both are. I shall have a special punishment arranged for you too. It will be tomorrow. We do not like love here. We kill it. With a psychopathic laugh, he swung her body back and forth, a sweet piece of flesh on a chain.