Neera hadn't felt the blow that knocked her unconscious. Her hands and tail were bound behind her back and her mouth had been gagged once she had bitten the great oaf who carried her. Even though it was futile, she still struggled, never dreaming of escape but not wanting to make this black-robed jackass's job easy. The smallest of victories imaginable, but it still felt good to get the occasional knee in. Had felt good, rather. The goon had given up on carrying her across his shoulders and now simply dragged her behind him by her shirt collar.
	From the worn and filthy state of the grey stone tunnel, the tiefling guessed she was being pulled down somewhere below the city of Brinehold. It made sense. She had been spying on the members of some lesser demonic cult that had infested the city. Neera despised cults like this, so much so that the weekly bag of gold she got from the city guard felt more like a bonus. Cultists. Parasites. The thought only gave her more reason to hate the lug who brought her along like an alley cat caught by the scruff of its neck. She turned her neck quickly at an angle to bring the tip of her horn around a jab into the man's wrist. He grunted in pain and Neera allowed herself a victorious smirk before being tossed into the dancing light of a vast, grey chamber.
	Two dozen or more gaunt faces peered at her from under black hoods. In the flickering firelight, Neera thought she saw patterns of scars decorating some of the pale face-flesh. They were body glyphs, sigils of pain used in greater summoning rituals. Whatever the robed figures the lined the circular room were, they were much more than just a bunch of city boys who had gotten their hands on an old demonology tome. Neera's stomach tied itself in knots. She had truly hoped this was the kind of pest that could be fixed with a quick box to the ears. Now, she just hoped that she'd make it out alive. Something stirred in the shadows at the head of the haunting congregation.
	"Hello, Xaneera." A chill crept up Neera's spine. Something sliced through the air behind her and severed her bonds. She almost wished it hadn't. She could see how much her hands shook when they weren't behind her. The tiefling tried to tell herself that she didn't know the name, but faint recognition bubbled in the back of her head and made her feel sick.
	A thick chain, cold and black, slithered up Neera's back and wrapped itself around her neck, forcing her to face the darkness that spoke to her.
	"What? No love for Auntie Zarabia? You're going to make me cry, you cruel girl." A woman scolded and stepped into the light of the circle. Blue skin meshed with countless old, white scars covered the demon's buxom seven foot frame. A veil of chains covered some of her face, but burning yellow eyes showed through. Her hefty breasts were clothed in the same skimpy style. A black hoop ran through each of her violet nipples, the hardened nubs obviously enjoying the cold feel of iron. A skirt of chains hugged her wide hips, parted to show off the the veiny cannon swaying between her legs. Pierced lavender lips parted as the fiend approached, revealing grinning rows needle-like fangs.
	Neera's heritage made her sensitive to the feel of a room or person. The pure, unholy lust pouring out of Zarabia filled her head like a poisonous gas. Just being in the same room as the demon was making her mind spin and her nethers burn no matter how hard she fought it. Her eyes flitted back and forth between the devil woman's devious grin and her stirring, massive member. A teeth-shaking blow brought her back to reality.
	"It's rude to stare, sweetie." the demoness cooed and rubbed the back of her hand tenderly.
	Memory flooded Neera's now clear mind. A childhood in the dark, in cold, lonely passages. A childhood without family, silent and ever-watching acolytes the only ones to keep her company. Them and the great blue bitch that taunted and tormented her day after day. Anger replaced reflection. She produced a knife from somewhere her captor had neglected to search and lunged at Zarabia. The fiend didn't even flinch. A length of black chain flicked from her skirt and caught the tiefling's wrist. More of the linked cables coiled around her arms and waist so tightly that they shredded the cloth of her shirt and bit into her soft, red skin. The black cables hoisted her into the air so that she could look Zarabia in the eye. The chain around her neck tightened, forcing her breath to come in wheezing gasps. The demon tsked.
	"I knew I should have been more strict with you. Bad little girls always grow up to be spoiled cunts if you don't break them properly." Neera managed to spit despite being choked. Zarabia grinned and licked her heavily pierced lips with an even more heavily pierced tongue. The devil brought the glob of spittle into her mouth and savored. Studded eyebrows arched and beringed nostrils flared, making the little chain that connected left ear to nose clink like a dozen tiny bells. The blue woman surged forward and pressed her lips against the tiefling's, forcing her forked tongue against Neera's and groaning throatily.
	The pungent smell of animal lust sent Neera's mind reeling once more. The way Zarabia's tongue stud tickled the inside of her mouth made Neera's own tongue dance. It was a good thing she was being suspended, her knees would have given out if she had to stand. Chains coiled around her wrists and pulled them back, forcing her chest forward into the demon's waiting hands. Her hands didn't stay idle long. Arousal dominated her senses, but Neera could still just distantly feel her corset being busted open and her now-tattered pants being discarded. She struggled feebly against her bonds and the mouth locked against hers, enjoying the rush of adrenaline the helplessness brought on. She whimpered when Zarabia broke the kiss and pulled away.
	Neera only got a moment to study Zarabia's thick and now throbbing cock. Ungodly huge with popping veins under blue skin and topped with a broad, purple head that seemed to glisten in the torchlight. A ladder of ten metal bars set exactly one inch apart from each other adorned the underside of her massive member. Neera's eyes climbed down the piercing ladder from the crown of the azure rod to the hefty pair of dark blue balls that swung pendulously between her muscular thighs. The scent of arousal hung in the air so thick that Neera let her tongue loll from her gaping mouth to try and grab a taste.
	"Not much on top." The blue mistress whispered and tugged at one of her captive's aching nipples. A groan escaped the tiefling's open mouth and she craned her neck to watch the large rod bob as the demon circled behind her. "Ass to die for, though." Her soft behind was blessed with a vicious slap. 
	The shock, as well as the loss of eye contact, made something stir inside Neera, something that wanted to fight. 
	Zarabia took the tieflings wide hips in her hands and pressed her cock head between the tightly closed and marvelously soft thighs.
	"Fuck." the demon breathed as she slid inch after inch of thick, blue meat through the tight red passage and against Neera's soaked pussy. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this, sweetie."
	Neera tried to ignore the burning hot rod gliding under her, the heat rising in her own stomach, the feel of veiny thickness spreading her lower lips as it passed and the rhythmic tinge of cold metal against her thighs. With her hands locked behind her back, she was forced to enjoy the feeling of Zarabia's chiseled stomach pressed into her palms, all the tight, individual muscles sheened with sweat. Just looking down at the half-foot of massive, wet cock that jutted out from under her crotch made her feel so empty inside. She wanted to spread her legs, give her mistress an easy way in, but found chains binding her ankles together.
	"I always knew you'd ripen into a good little slut." The demoness purred into her ear and ran the forked tip of her studded tongue over the pointed end of Neera's ear. The tiefling shuddered at the wet, tickling massage, but something inside her still wanted to fight. She needed to get out, needed to get back alive, needed to see her friend again.
	"Clem." She heard herself say as if by accident. Zarabia pulled her long tongue from inside Neera's ear.
	"Who's Clem, sweetheart?" The blue fiend chuckled. "Some lover of yours? Maybe I'll let you watch me fuck them when I'm done breaking you. Would you like that?"
	There was nothing in the world that Neera wanted more. She told Zarabia as much, nearly breaking down into tears in the process.
	"Good." was the demon's only response.
	Neera felt herself being repositioned midair. Her legs where allowed to spread for a moment before each foot was brought up and bound next to one of her rear cheeks. Her torso was bent forward, making her hang from the chains around her waist and arms and legs. The crown of Zarabia's length pressed against her needy entrance. The tiefling's begging came out in a series of incoherent grunts and groans. The thin chain that laid loosely around her neck suddenly tightened again.
	"Quit your begging, whore. I want to take my time with this."
	Neera still didn't get the message. She tried to massage Zarabia's heavy breasts with the tip of her tail, hoping to entice the demon to hurry. Her mistress only gave the slim appendage a fierce tug as if to yank it out by the roots. Her begging turned to sobs until she felt the gigantic cock head pop into her. Tears of relief streamed down the tiefling's cheeks as Zarabia groaned and pressed further into her.
	Neera counted the first pair of metal studs that pushed against the sides of her passage, the second. At the third set, she started to wail obscene encouragements despite the the cold iron cor wrapped around her neck. The eigth felt like a punch in the stomach and all the air in her body was replaced with molten pleasure. By the time all ten inch markers had entered her, Neera felt like she might break in half. Waves of disgusting pride washed over her as her passage convulsed around the massive length. She had taken the whole thing.
	Zarabia swatted again and again against Neera's soft rear and rolled her hips, pressing her demonic cock into each of her slave's walls in turn. The demoness gave one last slap with her wide hand and forced the two fleshy pillows apart. Neera felt a warm glob of spit hit her rear entrance and shivered violently as Zarabia slid a thumb into her. Even she couldn't tell if the choked grunts that escaped her were meant to be laughs or crying as the chain constricting her throat suddenly released.
	The climax that shook her was unlike any Neera she ever had before. What normally felt like climbing to the top of a hill and slowly rolling down the other side was instead like sinking slowly into her own orgasm. It was something that rippled out from the very core of her. It hugged her tightly in a blanket of release and made all of her thoughts, all of her senses, just melt away. The tiefling felt herself being lowered until her knees touched the ground, but the wonderfully full feeling never left her.
	"Feel free to use the top half as much as you want, dearies." Zarabia's smoky tones cut through her dulled senses. The demon hadn't stopped moving. In fact, she was moving faster now, keeping Neera adrift on her sea of ecstasy. Her eyes flittered open and she saw the hooded figures all crowded around her with dark robes falling to the floor. "Be nice to the good people, Xaneera. Put that pretty little mouth of yours to work." Zarabia pulled out and thrust back in to the hilt, hard. Neera's eyes rolled back and her pouty lips opened, inviting her captors to use her hot, greedy mouth. They were all stroking themselves openly, but the big one, the one who had caught her, was the only one to press the advantage.
	She took him easily into the back of her throat. Every muscle in her was so relaxed, so warm with longing that she didn't even gag. The taste of him, the smell of him, the victorious look in his eyes all sent shivers running up and down her spine.
	"Good girl." Zarabia groaned and began to pump fiercely at Neera's insides. Neera moaned around the tasty cock, for the compliment even more than the fucking. She slurped noisily on the throbbing length, desperate to please its owner, to please Zarabia. The cultist grunted and took Neera's by the horns. He started fucking without hesitation, somehow able to match Zarabia's brutal pace. Neera took another dip into the pool of orgasmic pleasure. Squeezing the demon's cock only encouraged her to piston harder, the big man pulled back from her mouth with a soft pop and finished himself by hand, coating her face in thick cum. The tiefling rolled her tongue, playing with the salty goo that had collected in her open mouth and smiling, fuck-drunk, up at her captor. She didn't get much time to play, didn't even get a chance to swallow before another pulsing prick dove into her parted lips. "You seem like you could use some help with that." Zarabia half grunted, half chuckled and Neera felt the chain keeping her hands behind her back loosen its grip.
	She took a cock in either hand and stroked, letting the one in her mouth use her to his heart's content. The one on her right had a bit of a hair trigger and immediately spattered his load on her cheek with a satisfied groan. It was quickly replaced with another. The one on her left lasted only a few seconds longer. Neera closed her eyes just in time before another jet of cum blasted the left half of her face. The cock on her left was quickly replaced by another. The middle member pulled out and shot his load into her already coated mouth. She milked the remaining two as hard as she could, making them cum as one between her open lips. She felt so full, so complete, but the heat inside her belly was building up again. She wanted more, she needed more.
	The smell of lust was even stronger than before, Zarabia's pace grew erratic and Neera could hear the demon muttering obscenities behind her. Neera didn't have the presence of mind to swallow as she groaned like some rutting animal. Her insides danced as her mistress filled her with hot, sticky warmth. Zarabia kept pumping, all the while calling her a whore and a cock sleeve. The tiefling could only moan in response.
	Eventually, the rhythmic thrusting stopped and the demoness sighed, popping herself free from her slave's sex. Neera's nether's clamped shut, trying to keep in that beautiful, full feeling for a little while longer. The chains recoiled from her and left her kneeling in a pool of lovely desire as Zarabia circled back to her front.
	"Make yourself useful." Zarabia said, voice thick with disgust at the sight in front of her. Had Neera done something wrong? She must have. There was only one way to redeem herself in her master's eyes. The tiefling closed her mouth and swallowed the mouthful of thick cum she had accrued and set to work licking seed and nectar from the demon's softening length. Zarabia chuckled.
	Footsteps pounded from one of the side tunnels. A hooded figure burst into the room and ignored the sight in front of him.
	"Mistress! The city guard is coming, they must have followed us!" Neera's pointed ears pricked up as she cleaned the fiend's massive cock head.
	"We need to go. Should we just kill her?" The tiefling's eyes darted to the big man from before, glaring daggers at him as glared right back at her, matching Zarabia's look of disdain. Her mouth never left her master's member. She would never want to displease her mistress.
	"No. Dispose of her alive. I quite enjoyed our little romp and I'm sure that our paths will cross again some day." The blue woman turned to address Neera. "Take care, Xaneera. I'll tell your father that you said hello." She patted the pitiful tiefling on one cum-covered cheek, gently stroking her swollen eye with a thumb before taking her leave.

	Two of the cultists hefted Neera into a wagon full of hay and dashed off into the night. Neera laid there for a while, collecting her thoughts as her head spun. Eventually, the invasive lust left her head and woke up enough to be disgusted with herself. She spat, scraped at the residue left on her face, and spat again, cursing that "Big, blue cunt" the whole time. Wrapping what tatters of her clothing remained around her, the tiefling started her long walk back to the inn on shaky knees.
	She managed to wash her face off properly and change into some night clothes before dropping face first onto the bed. She only got a few minutes of sleep, filled with dreams of dark corridors and Zarabia's voice echoing "I'll tell your father you said hello.", before she felt someone sit on the bed next to her. It must have been Clem, because whoever it was started to pick stray bits of hay from her mess of hair. Neera apologized into the pillow. She wasn't sure what it was for, but knew in her gut that Clem deserved one.
	"Good morning, Neera." The plant woman replied in her usual, chipper tone. "I brought you a present."
	Neera turned on her side to see the fat sack of gold coins that the dryad had dropped onto the bed next to her. "Where did you get all this?" It was more than she had made in weeks of spying for the city guard, enough to hire a ship to wherever they felt like going next.
	"People gave it to me," Clem shrugged, "it does not matter." Her glittering eyes turned hard with concern as she felt the eye where Zarabia had struck Neera with the softest hands the tiefling had ever felt. "What happened to your eye?" The question hurt more than the prodding.
	"Working, hun." The look in her friend's eyes made Neera stomach churn with guilt. "Sometimes, it gets dangerous."
	"Oh. That is fine." Clem considered for a moment before mumbling, "Next time, I will just go with."
	"Clem, no." She could get hurt. She could get killed. What if Zarabia made good on her promise to find her again? "It's important that-"
	"If it is important, then I want to be a part of it, too." It was important, so important for Clem to be safe. Couldn't she see that? Her jaw was set in a way that Neera already knew meant she would get her way no matter what.
	"Fine." The tiefling surrendered. She figured it must have been the right choice as Clem let loose a flurry of little kisses on her cheeks and mouth. Neera savored every one before she broke away to say, "But you need to listen to me. Everything I say, you do, no matter small or silly it might sound, got it?"
	Clem beat a fist to her chest like a city guardsman. "Yes, boss." Neera couldn't help but smile at the way her friend puffed her shoulders up. "So, uh... What do we do first, boss?" She hadn't figured that out, yet. It was Clem's decision, really. She was the one with all the money. It was too early for talk like that and she was much, much too exhausted to even think.
	"I'll figure something out, hun. I always do."