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Brandon Fitzsimmons – The Abyss

Fire burned my flesh.

An endless, consuming, hungry, agonizing torment consumed me.

There was only one thing I could hold on to. One way to escape my torment. I retreated into the depths of my mind to flee the never-ending ravages of my flesh. There, I clung to a single, solitary thought: One day, I would be free of Lucifer’s torment, escape Hell, and then Mark Glassner and his whore of a wife would pay.

The bastard stole everything from me. He ripped my precious wife, my Desiree, from me and transformed her into his whore. He so brainwashed her that even when I won her back, she still belonged to Mark. He stole my house. My godhood. My fucking life. He robbed me of even my dignity.

He had stolen my triumph.

I had crushed Mark beneath the heel of my foot. I had beaten him. He watched on helpless, bloody, in chains as I savored his wife’s sweet mouth wrapped around my cock. The fucker could only stare on with impotent rage as I used her. I shuddered, savoring that one memory of victory over Mark as I despoiled his whore before him.

Then Mark took it all away.

Despite being in chains, he had triumphed. He was beaten and broken. My prisoner. I had destroyed him, and yet, once again, he stole everything from me. He and his whore broke my power and dragged me before my once-loving worshipers. I could remember the barrel of his slut’s rifle pressed cold against my scalp as the crowd screamed their worship to Mark and his whore.

With a command, he ordered my death. He stole my life and cast me into torment.

But one day I would be free. Lucifer would not hold me forever. There had to be a way to escape these chains. There had to be a way to free my soul. I clawed my way up to godhood once; I could do it again. I would be the God-King once more. Hell would not hold me. There was no prison that could constrain a determined mind.

I would find my way to freedom.

I would wreak my vengeance upon Mark Glassner and his whore. They would scream in eternal pain for a thousand years.

Even in my torment, even burning in agony, I laughed. My mad cackle joined the screams of the damned roasting around me.

Then one voice joined mine. Not screaming in pain, but laughing. It was a high-pitched and feminine voice.

“Yes, we will have justice!” the voice screamed and laughed. “JUSTICE! JUSTICE! JUSTICE!”

Justice. I liked that word. Mark needed to pay for his crimes. I would bring justice upon him and his whore.

“Justice!” I croaked. “JUSTICE!”

Justice was another word for vengeance.

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Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014 – The Samurai – Kyoto, Japan

I knelt naked on that tatami mat, my three concubines kneeling around me in their sheer yukata, their pale flesh just peeking through the cloth, a pattern of blue flowers adorning white silk. Their nipples were round shadows. I groaned at their faces. All painted white, their black hair curled and adorned with jewelry. They moved with all the grace of a geisha.

“You shall be victorious, Divine Samurai,” Orihime purred as I stood, a lovely smile on her round face. She carried my hakama, the skirt-like trousers worn by warriors, as she walked to me. She knelt, holding them so I could step in them. She drew them up my legs with gentle affection and cinched them about my waist.

“You shall crush the Living God today,” Chisato smiled as she approached with my haidate, a padded coat worn beneath the armor. I held out my arms so she could dress me. “He will not win against your superior swordsmanship.”

Of course not. I was the greatest swordsman in the world. I sold my soul to the gaijin oni Lucifer for my talent. I would reshape Japan into its martial glory once more, restoring the code of Bushido and cleansing the pollution of the Western World from our glorious land. I would be the Shogun, ruling in the Divine Emperor’s name. All who heard my words had to obey.

Another of my three wishes.

My three concubines—Orihime, Chisato, and Hikaru—willingly served me, bowing and pledging their love to my cause. They were chained to me, souls bound forever to mine. I regretted the pain I caused my mother by forcing myself upon her, but my three concubines had to be united beyond the flesh to me.

The Zimmah ritual was necessary to keep the Living Gods from stealing them away.

My cock stirred at the memory of Mother’s body beneath mine.

I banished that thought. I needed my focus. Today, I dueled the Living God for the soul of Japan. He would die on my blade.

“The False God’s sword will shatter on your armor, Divine Samurai,” Hikaru proclaimed, her hips swaying as she wrapped the crimson obi about my waist and closed the haidate.

Orihime and Chisato carried over the yoroi, the iron cuirass that would protect my torso. Their skilled hands placed the backplate and breastplate upon me before they tied the crimson cords with graceful knots, securing the armor to my body. My concubines slipped on the kote, the sune-ate, the koshi-ate, the sode, my horned kabuto, and my ho-ate. All the pieces of my armor that covered my body, protecting me from harm.

I glanced in the mirror. I was a fearsome warrior in my lacquered armor. My great helm, the kabuto, and the fierce, tiger mask, the ho-ate, transformed me into a terrifying oni. I was death. I would crush the Living God in the courtyard of the Imperial Palace.

Last, Orihime brought forth my katana, a crimson tiger worked on the black-lacquered bamboo sheath. She hung it from my belt and bowed before me. “You shall win great honor today, Divine Samurai.”

I flexed my hands in my gloves, my armor clinking with my movement. I strode out of the room, trailed by my three concubines. They were my cherry trees, my place of solace that I could retreat to when the burdens of my great destiny grew too great. My three women were my lovely shade.

The Living God waited in the courtyard. Cherry trees dropped their pink petals behind him, the wind swirling them about his feet. His sword was already drawn, glinting as gold as his armor. I shook my head in disgust. What man clad himself in soft, heavy gold? He would be weighted down. The weak metal would offer no protection against my blade.

I strode forward, leaving behind my concubines to watch. Mark’s legion of concubines was behind him, dressed in slutty parodies of cop uniforms. They watched their God step forward, their bodies tense.

They feared his death. He could lose.

I smiled behind my war mask. Today, Japan would be saved.

“You honor me with your presence,” I said in English, bowing low.

Mark bowed back. “It is refreshing to deal with such an honest opponent. I accept the terms of your duel.”

I straightened, slipping into my stance, my hand on my sword hilt. His eyes narrowed through the slits of his armor. The Living God was unaware of iaijutsu—the art of the fast draw. I was a master of it. I would end this duel with a single stroke. In the span of a heartbeat, I could draw my blade and deliver a killing blow that would slice through his soft gold armor.

A single stroke, and Japan would be mine.

With a snarl, the Living Good rushed forward, raising his sword to deliver a cutting below. He stepped into my reach.

I drew.

My blade rang as it slid from the sheath. The resistance of the sharp edge against the bamboo sheath added a spring-like effect, snapping my blade forward out of the sheath. It swung with incredible force and great speed, a metallic blur.

My blade hit his armor.

And bounced off.

The force jarred my hand numb.

Mark’s sword slashed down. I recovered, retreating back, his blade catching on the edge of my sode, the plates protecting my shoulders. The gold blade parted through the steel plates like it was thin silk and hit my bare skin. Pain radiated through my collarbone.

Fear curdled in my stomach. That armor wasn’t gold. His blade wasn’t made of any earthy metals.

“Sorry,” the Living God said, “but I don’t play fair.”

I was the greatest swordsman in the world. I had made my Pact. And yet my skill hardly mattered if my blade could not penetrate his armor.

His sword could bite through mine like it was rice paper. He wielded it with skill and strength. Despite carving through my armor, his weapon never cut my skin, leaving only painful bruises. Whatever magic imbued it kept it from harming my flesh. Not that it mattered. As good as I was with my katana, I couldn’t stop every blow from landing.

My blade rebounded off his armor again and again. He didn’t even try to defend himself. He sliced off my armor, leaving me staggering, aching. I growled, forced to go on the defensive as I searched for an opening. I swung my sword.

He parried.

His blade sheered through my katana like it was made of bamboo and not steel folded over a thousand times.

I froze, my hand shaking as the end of my weapon clattered on the paving stones. I stared up into Mark’s eyes, peering blue through the slits in his visor. I trembled before the Living God and knew with certainty.

I had lost.

There was no way I could defeat him.

With the rags of my honor, I knelt as my ruined armor fell off my body. I gave one last glance at my concubines. They watched with stoic poise. I knew then, even if we weren’t bound by the Zimmah ritual, they would commit suicide to join me in death. One of Marks bodyguard’s strode up. Mark took her sidearm and placed its barrel against my forehead.

Shame filled me.

I was not strong enough to save Japan.

The gun barked.

I was falling, falling, falling.

Into darkness.

And then into fire.

My concubines roasted with me, clinging to my body, willingly suffering the same torment that I did. They were chained to me. My cherry trees. Their love and loyalty gave me solace as we burned in Lucifer’s furnace.

I held them tight, aching to protect them from the inferno.

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Brandon Fitzsimmons – The Abyss

The fire died.

My torment ended.

Hell had changed.

I knew in an instant what had happened. Lucifer had been defeated by Mark. The great Prince of Hell had lost all his powers. I was free of his torture. Of the flames. No more eternal cooking in the furnace.

Bitter gall tickled my throat. I was freed by Mark.

But that didn’t matter. I had my freedom. Despite the agony, I forced myself to stand. To rise and be powerful. I surveyed my fellow damned souls. We all had made our pacts with Lucifer, and he gained power through our torture. Our suffering gave him energy.

I smiled in understanding.

I needed to act fast and cow as many of them as I could to my power. Many were dazed, stunned by the end of their torment.

I reacted fast, my hand lashing out and seizing a pretty woman with red hair, pulling her to me. She gasped in pain, her eyes trembling. My cock hardened as her breasts bounced before her. It had been a year of burning. A year of denying my pleasures.

It was time to change that.

“Please!” she shouted before I thrust my cock into her mouth.

I shuddered, savoring how warm and wet she was. Pleasure rippled down my shaft and through my body as I held her head tight. I slammed my cock down her throat, savoring the feel of her wrapped around me. She struggled, fists beating against me.

“You are mine,” I hissed, battering my will into hers. “You are mine! Submit to me, or I will hurt you!”

I shoved my cock deep, forcing it down her throat. She gagged, struggling to pull away. My dick throbbed in the depths of her gullet. Her screams were muffled, only adding to my pleasure. The tip of my dick drank it in.

I drew back my cock and slammed back down her throat, fucking her mouth, my balls smacking into her chin. I reveled in it. Pleasure coursed through my body. Something other than burning agony filled me.

“Submit to my will, or you will burn again!” I growled, staring into her eyes. I gripped her hair in a tight fist. “Submit!”

She whimpered. She trembled. Her failing fists slowed their beating. Then she surrendered, afraid of the torment. The moment she submitted, the moment she relented to my dominating, a chain sprang between us. Power rushed into me. I groaned. Souls were the currency of Hell, and now I possessed one, giving me twice the power of those around me.

I shaped my body, regaining the muscular physique I had received after my Pact with Molech. I grew stronger. My dick larger. I shuddered and slammed my cock down to the depths of her throat. It had been so long since I felt rapture.

My orgasm exploded in me.

My cum fired down her throat. She whimpered as I pumped my jizz straight into her belly. I used her. My first slave. I gripped her red hair as my balls unloaded blast after blast of my seed into her body, utterly claiming her as mine.

In a moment, my bliss passed. I ripped my cock out of her lips.

She panted, “What do you want me to do, sir?”

“God-King,” I corrected her. “I am your God-King now.”

“Wh-what do you command, God-King?” she whispered in fear. I could feel her humiliation through our bond. I fed off the droplets of her emotions. Not much energy, but it was a start.

“Find me another whore,” I commanded, scanning around the room.

“Yes, God-King,” the redhead moaned and scurried off.

A man had seized a woman, throwing her to the ground, his cock throbbing hard. The woman sobbed, “Please, someone, help me! Please!” Her large breasts jiggled. Her skin was a dusky-brown, like my Desiree. “Help, help!”

My cock stirred again.

I strode through Lucifer’s oven, the brass floor cherry-red beneath my feet. It burned, but after roasting for a year, it felt like a mild caress. The man fell to his knees, about to rape the dusky-skinned woman.

I formed a knife by instincts, black as night. It felt right in my grip. I seized the man’s hair from behind and yanked his head back as I reached around him. He struggled for a moment until he felt the sharp edge of my knife against the base of his cock.

“Serve me,” I commanded him, “or enjoy spending the rest of eternity as a Eunuch.”

“What?” he gasped, his soul quivering.

“I am the God-King,” I roared. “I am the most powerful man in Hell. Serve me, or I will chop off your dick and shove it down your own throat until you choke on it.”

“Please, don’t cut off my dick,” the man blubbered. “I don’t want any more pain.”

“Then pledge your soul to me, worm.”

“I… I do!” he groaned, surrendering to me. “I will follow you, God-King. Just don’t cut off my cock! Please!”

His soul chained to mine. My power swelled. I pulled the knife away from his dick.

“Thank you, thank you,” the woman sobbed.

“You’re welcome,” I growled, my lust throbbing through me.

I pushed the man away and then fell to my knees between the woman’s spread thighs. Her gratitude turned to horror as she saw my cock thrusting before me. I seized one of her heavy breasts, squeezing hard as she squirmed on the ground.

“You,” I barked at the man I’d just dominated. “Find me more women. You can have this one once I’m finished with her.”

“Sure, God-King,” the man said. Then he laughed.

“Please, don’t,” moaned the woman.

“You have a choice,” I told her, squeezing her plump tit. “You can submit to me and be my whore, or I can take you anyways. I really don’t care if it hurts you or not. Either way, I’m going to fuck you.”

I thrust my cock into her dry pussy before she could react. She cried out in pain, her voice sweet music to my ear. She tried to fight, but I was stronger than her. I pumped my cock in and out of her cunt, shoving it deep, reveling in my control over her.

Her fingernails raked at my chest. I seized her wrist and pinned her arms over her head. My hips thrust. Her breasts shook. Tears ran from her eyes. The more she struggled, the tighter her pussy grew. I loved the heat of her twat. Her juices flowed now, her body twisting, shuddering.

“Your cunt feels great,” I groaned. “And you’re wet. I bet you love getting raped!”

“You’re a monster!” she moaned.

“I’m the God-King,” I laughed. “Submit to me!”

“Never!” she sobbed. “Fuck you!”

My hips thrust faster. The pleasure of her cunt wrapped around my cock shuddered through me. My balls slapped into her flesh. I groaned, working my hips harder, slamming my dick into her depths. My passion swelled.

“You are mine, whore!” I declared, thrusting out my power into her will.

She tried to fight it, but I had two souls sworn to me and she had none. Her will crumbled before me. My cock swelled. The rush of taking her by force, of making her my whore surged through me. I rammed into her, my balls smacking her flesh.

I erupted.

My cum fired into her pussy as my soul chained her. The woman’s eyes widened as she became my slave. She gasped and shuddered on me as the rapture shot into my mind. It slammed into my thoughts. Stars burst across my vision.

“No, no, no!” she sobbed as I thrust into her, pumping the last bit of cum into her depths.

“You’re all mine now,” I groaned as my dick erupted a final blast, my body buzzing from the rapture spilling through me.

“God-King,” the man I first dominated said as he returned. He dragged a young girl, eighteen or nineteen, with him. She snarled and thrashed, her budding breasts, topped by pink nipples, quivering as she fought to escape.

I groaned at how lovely she was. I decided I would keep her for my personal harem. Only the best to please me.

“You can have your slut back,” I said, ripping my cock out of the woman I just finished fucking. “This woman’s cunt is yours for eternity so long as you keep serving me.”

“Thank you, God-King,” moaned the man. He fell on the woman, his former victim, and thrust his cock into her sloppy depths. He claimed her as his personal slave, but both were still owned by me. I felt the woman’s horror.

It fed me drops of power filtered through him.

Smiling, I yanked the budding beauty to me. She struggled in my grip. My friend’s hand seized her chin, yanking her to look at me. “What is your name?”

“Hannah, asshole,” she spat. “I’m not going to be one of your whores.”

I laughed in delight. “I shall enjoy breaking your spirit.”

I released her face to seize a nipple. I pinched it hard, twisting it and making the girl gasp. Hannah’s eyes widened as she felt pain again. Nothing compared to the torment she had suffered in the furnace, but a reminder of what I could do to her. Her body trembled, her face twisting.

“God-King,” a woman shouted.

I glanced over to see the redhead I had first claimed dragging a meek, busty blonde. The redhead held a bloody knife in her other hand, a wild gleam on her face. I savored the bloodlust I saw in her eyes.

“I found you a woman,” she purred, thrusting the busty blonde forward.

I continued pinching Hannah’s nipple hard while I studied the redhead. She had a fierce beauty about her. A warrior grace. With a hiss, she shoved the blonde to her knees before me. The redhead stood triumphant over my newest whore.

“What’s your name?” I asked the redhead.

“Milly, God-King,” she answered. She nudged the blonde with her hip. “I cut the cock off her rapist. After she shoved it up his ass, she was more than willing to come along and serve you. Her name is Brenda.”

“I’ll serve you, God-King,” the blonde whispered. “Milly saved me on your orders. I can be… a loving woman.” She threw a look over her shoulder. It was violent in the oven. Those Lucifer tormented now fought and brutalized each other. The strongest were clawing out their own bands, tiny dictators who would challenge my rightful rule.

“Then you’re mine,” I declared, chaining Brenda’s will to my soul. She gasped, her lovely breasts heaving before her. “Brenda, Milly, prepare Hannah for me. Molest her pretty body until she begs to be my whore.”

“I won’t,” spat the defiant girl.

“You will,” I said. I laughed with confidence as I strode out into the fray. I needed to capture more followers fast. I needed to be the soul that came out on top. As much as I wanted to fuck my new women, business needed to be settled first.

I would be God-King once more.

* * *

Yoshida Emi

I sprang up the moment the fires died, ready to deliver Justice.

Lucifer’s oven roared with the disoriented moans of the Demon’s victims. My head snapped about. I wished I had my notebook. I missed it dearly. I wrote the names of my enemies in my notebook, killing them. I took revenge on my bullies with it before the Living Gods’ cunts executed me and…

I blinked in surprise. A notebook appeared in my hand. It looked just how I remembered it. The cover black. I traced it and then I laughed in delight. I could deliver Justice again.

A man strode up to me, naked like the rest of us, his cock thrusting hard before him. He leered at my youthful body, small breasts, and a thick mat of black pubic hair. I stared at him without fear. I had faced down the strongest men of Osaka, Japan and cowed them with my Justice.

“I’m going to enjoy that tight body, cunt,” he growled in English. Then he laughed, wild and lustful.

I wrote in the notebook the kanji for: “Paralysis.”

Each stroke was bold. Strong. The pen rasped across the stark-white page. This was Hell. It was a place of ideas. I sensed this the moment my notebook appeared. I focused my mind on my desire with clarity of thought. My will lashed out.

I delivered Justice to my would-be rapist.

The man’s body went rigid. He collapsed like a frozen pillar, slamming down hard on the cherry-red, metallic floor. I smiled. It cost me some of my power to do that. How could I get more? I consider that and smiled.

Lucifer made his Pacts for a reason. He fed off our souls.

My gaze snapped about. I would need servants once again. Women who would pleasure me in exchange for protection from my Justice. There were other rapists and other victims around me. Violence abounded.

A woman screamed nearby, crying out for help.

I strode through the carnage, my eyes searching for the source of the pitiful anguish.

I found her. She was young, her eyes trembling with tears as the Black man rutted on her. She was a pale, porcelain doll beneath him. My pussy grew damp as I marched to them.

I scrawled quickly in my notebook. “Atrophy.”

“What the fuck!” the man shouted, his ebony skin deflating, his muscles vanishing until a scrawny man squirmed atop the pale girl.

“Get off me!” the girl yelled, pushing the weak, emaciated man off her. “Fucking pig!”

I wrote again in my notebook. “Knife.”

The girl gasped as the knife flashed into being in her hand. She looked up at me, her dark eyes wide. She had a round face, and delicate cheeks framed by black hair. Her breasts were small, budding fruits. She was my age, eighteen.

“Deliver Justice,” I told her.

“No, no!” the scrawny Black man screamed as his victim’s knife flashed. His cock went flying, blood spurting from his groin. “Please!” he howled as she stabbed him over and over.

I stood above her, my hand stroking through her black hair as she roared and sobbed until her fury had abated. The man bled and moaned, unable to die in Hell. There was no release from Justice here. You could pay in agony for eternity.

Panting, the girl dropped the knife, looking up at me, her face flushed.

“Who are you?” she asked.

I smiled. “Your mistress.” I stroked her head, caressing her hair. “You’re my pet. I gave you Justice, and now you owe me. If not…”

The woman shuddered. “I’ll serve you. You have to be better than these brutes.”

I shuddered in delight as my soul seized hers, chaining her eternal essence to mine. New energy flooded through me, doubling what I had.

“What is your name, pet?” I purred.

“May,” she answered.

“Please, let me serve you, too,” a woman gasped, falling to her knees nearby. “Protect me, and I’m yours!”

Two men charged at us, cocks thrusting hard from their groans. My pen wrote. Their hamstrings were severed and they fell in a heap on the floor. They snarled in fury, staring at me in rage. I didn’t flinch as I glanced at the new woman.

“What is your name, Pet?” I asked the woman, admiring her breasts. They were huge, her skin possessing a creamy-olive hue, similar to my own. I loved how her tits jiggled as she breathed. The woman was a petite Korean, her black hair short, framing an elfin face.

“Yunjin,” she moaned. “Your pet, Mistress. Just protect me.”

“Justice will always protect you,” I purred. I seized her black hair and yanked her mouth towards my sopping-wet pussy.

“You want me to… lick you?” she gasped.

“Justice needs to be pleasured,” I purred, pulling her face into my snatch.

May gasped in shock as Yunjin’s hesitant tongue licked through my folds. I shuddered, her tongue brushing my pussy lips. It was so wonderful to feel a woman’s touch on my cunt again. It had been so long.

I would miss my old pets, particularly Kaori, but I would find replacements.

Yunjin licked again. Her tongue grew bolder as she pleased me. The Korean slut wanted protection. I could give it to her. She just had to love me. Her tongue fluttered and caressed my folds and clit, pleasure rippling through me.

I glanced at my first slave. “And you, May… My asshole needs to be pleased as well.”

“Mistress?” the young girl blanched.

I yanked on the chain binding her soul to mine and compelled her to please to me without saying a word. She fought for a moment, her soul thrashing as my will crushed around it. Her eyes bulged, then she sagged and surrendered to me. I loved how her tits swayed as she crawled behind me.

“That’s it, pet,” I purred. “Rim my ass and please your Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress,” May groaned, her voice sounding strained. She would learn to enjoy her duties.

Her fingers spread my asscheeks apart. Her breath washed warm across my sphincter as she leaned in. Her face nuzzled into my butt-crack. I shuddered as her tongue, even more hesitant than Yunjin’s, flicked over my asshole.

I loved the feel of her tongue swirling about my sour sphincter. May caressed me. Her fingers dug into my rump as she stirred bliss through me. It was incredible to feel. Pleasure. Not pain. Not suffering. Rapture.

Ecstasy.

I groaned, my back arching as my two pets pleasured me. Yunjin’s tongue grew more bold, working deeper into my hot pussy. She stirred delight throughout my body. Her tongue plunged into my depths, caressing me as she clutched to my thighs.

“That’s it,” I purred, my eyes fluttering, surveying the surroundings.

I moaned, my hips undulating between the pair’s hungry lips. I watched the violence around us, my pencil writing, striking down the men that tried to encroach on my pleasure. I shuddered, power surging into me as I inflicted pain on them. Torment.

It mixed with the delight flowing into my soul. My toes curled against the furnace floor, my heart pounding in my chest as I smiled at all the passion surging around me. All the wanton death and destruction. I was beautiful. Like my sluts.

“That’s it, my gorgeous pets,” I moaned, May’s tongue pressing into my bowels. “Keep pleasing me. Get that tongue in my asshole.”

May groaned and thrust her tongue into the depths of my bowels. She wiggled it in deep, caressing my velvety flesh the way Yunjin fluttered her tongue through my pussy folds. I gasped, my back arching as I loved every moment of this.

As my new slaves pleasured me, other women rushed to me, seeking my Justice. They fell to their bellies before me, groveling, fearing the men rampaging through the furnace. Freed after all these eons, those men freed burned with lust and vengeance.

“Let me worship you!”

“I’ll serve you!”

“Save me! I’ll do anything!”

“Protect me!”

“Yes,” I moaned, seizing their souls, enjoying their submission.

I accepted them all.

The pleasure swelled inside of me as Yunjin and May feasted with hunger. They pleased me, the rapture swirling through me. I shuddered as my new women crowded around me, staring at me in worship.

A Black beauty leaned down. I groaned as her tongue licked at my toes, adding more sensations to the mix. A Hispanic woman’s lips latched onto my right breast, sucking hard. Her lips sealed tight as she pleasured me.

“That’s it!” I groaned, my orgasm building and building. “You all are my sluts! My devoted pets!”

Bliss swelled through me. May’s hands squeezed down on my asscheeks. Her tongue probed deep into my bowels, stirring up hot energy. Her tongue was wild. She feasted on me with such hunger now. She had surrendered to me.

Yunjin slipped two fingers into my twat. I groaned at the intrusion, squeezing down around them. She pumped them in and out of me. Her tongue licked around her digits, caressing my folds, and found my clit. She latched on, her lips sealed tight, and sucked with hunger.

I gasped, my hips bucking. The pleasure soared through me. “Yes, yes, yes!”

I came closer and closer to my eruption. Another mouth, belonging to a White woman, engulfed my other nipple. Tongues lapped at my toes, sending tingles racing up my legs to my pussy clenching around Yunjin’s fingers.

My Korean slave sucked with such hunger on my clit. Sparks exploded from it. My nipples throbbed in nursing mouths. My body trembled. My pleasure built and built. My pussy clamped down on those thrusting digits, drinking in the hunger.

May’s tongue fluttered through my asshole. Yunjin nibbled on my clit with her soft lips.

I came.

My pussy exploded with rapture. My asshole convulsed around May’s probing tongue. Yunjin fucked her fingers in and out of my spasming twat. The pleasure rushed through me, shaking my body. Winds of ecstasy howled through me.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I moaned. “I’m cumming! You wonderful sluts!”

My cries echoed, mixing with the shouts of pain around us. May’s tongue danced in my writhing bowels. Her touch kept my orgasm rippling through me. Her touch mixed with the bliss Yunjin’s tongue and fingers gave my pussy.

I gasped and moaned, my body writhing with ecstasy. I squeezed my eyes shut and savored every moment of my pets’ tongues licking my body. They sucked my nipples, my toes, my clit. They licked my flesh. Bliss filled my body as my orgasm peaked.

I trembled there, hovering at the pinnacle. And then I sank down into trembling bliss. I shuddered, blinking. A smile crossed my lips as I breathed in deeply. I was satiated.

For now.

“You have pleased Justice, my pets,” I declared as I pushed them away, stepping away from the shuddering women. “None of you will have to be punished.”

“Th-thank you, Mistress,” May groaned, tears staining her cheeks. I felt her humiliation at her submission to my desires.

“Well, well, well, you’ve collected quite the Harem of women for me,” a deep voice said. Then laughed with glee.

I whirled to face a muscular man striding through the chaos. He was surrounded by a host of lesser men brandishing an eclectic collection of knives. A train of women, chained and leashed, stumbled in their wake. I met the man’s gaze, a smile crossing my lips.

“You’re the God-King,” I purred.

“You’ve heard of me already?” He chuckled, looking pleased. “I guess my reputation is growing.”

“I witnessed your moment of triumph in Tacoma,” I answered. “You sought to bring Justice to the Living Gods.”

His face blanched. He snarled, “And failed!”

“Yes, they stopped my Justice as well,” I said, striding towards him. “I heard you crying out in the fire. You were the only one who had any will left. You inspired me to cling to Justice. I would have been driven mad by the pain without you.”

His eyes flicked down, his cock swelling to its full girth. I had never lain with a male before. I had made a few lick my pussy while I pissed in their mouths, but I had never met a man that had my keen need to spread Justice.

But this man had stood up against the tyranny of the Living Gods. He had come closer than any to bringing those monsters to defeat. My eyes drank in his impressive physique, his sculpted muscles. He had power. Far more than me.

“Did you hear my voice over the flames?” I purred.

“I did,” he answered, admiration in his tone. “You had strength. Conviction.”

I shuddered as his eyes looked me up and down. “Together, we can bring Justice to Hell. One day, the Living Gods will be brought down. This is where they will end up when they die. We could be ready. Imagine it, God-King, we could deliver such Justice upon them that would make the world weep.”

I let out an orgasmic sigh, my clit throbbing as I imagined the tortures we would heap on Mark and Mary. It would be breathtaking.

He laughed, shaking his head. “You keep saying we.”

“Of course I do,” I purred. “I’m your Queen.” I stroked his muscular chest. My fingers trailed down his rippling abs towards his hard cock. “I’ve never lain with a man before. I’ve never met one worthy of submitting to.” I slid through his dark pubic hair to find the root of his dick. Then I caressed up the length of his girth, a light touch. Teasing. “A God-King needs a queen.”

“I have a wife,” he growled.

My finger stroked his cock’s tip. “You had a wife,” I purred. “The Living God turned her into a whore, didn’t he? I can see the pain in your face. She is lost. But for me… I’m here. Willing.”

He shuddered, his cock throbbing beneath my fingers.

“Let’s unite our powers. Let us rule Hell together,” I purred, my thumb brushing his tip. “I’m so wet for you, my husband.”

Brandon, that was his real name, growled with power. His hand seized my hair. He didn’t ask. He didn’t beg. He yanked me towards him and claimed my lips with his. A wet heat washed through me at his strength. I moaned into his kiss.

Such passion for Justice burned inside of him.

His hands slid down my body, squeezing my budding tits, my perky ass, pulling me against his hard cock. I groaned, arching my hips and rubbing my pussy into his cock. I felt his girth against my pubic mound, twitching, throbbing.

“Am I your queen?” I asked when I broke the kiss.

“Yes,” he groaned.

I shuddered. Something changed between us. Our souls were chained together, our powers merging, mixing, and combining into a wonderful sea of Justice. I could do so much with his power, and so could he. We would rule Hell together.

“Your men may enjoy my pets. All except May and Yunjin,” I purred. “They’re mine.”

Brandon laughed as his men swarmed my sexy pets. I forced my women to submit, to rut with his men, their sexual energy feeding my God-King and me. I sank to the cooling floor of the oven, the metal hot on my back. I writhed before my husband, running my hands over my nubile flesh, cupping breasts, my pussy on fire.

My two favorites crawled to me, Yunjin’s tits dangling, May’s tears trickling down her face.

“Mistress,” Yunjin moaned, her heavy tits brushing my face as her lips fastened on my right nipple.

“I’m your pet, Mistress,” May whispered, her lips descending to lick and nuzzle at my left nub.

“It is time to consummate our wedding, husband,” I purred, spreading my legs wide. I was so excited about this. I brimmed with power. With lust. “Make me your God-Queen. Together we shall rule Hell!”

He stared at my body, his eyes roaming my youthful flesh. I looked eighteen, my breasts firm and taut, my thighs youthful. I grinned at him as his cock swelled to its full girth before him. He nodded.

“What a Queen you shall make.”

Brandon fell to his knees, his thick cock bobbing before him. He looked into my eyes, his brimming with passion. His strong hands stroked my thighs, spreading my legs even wider. My pussy dripped with my excitement.

I groaned as he dipped down and pressed his face into my pussy. My eyes widened as he licked through me with hunger. He wasn’t pleasing me, but taming my cunt, claiming it for himself. I shuddered at the bold strokes sliding across my folds, teasing the wet delight of my cunt, my slut sucking on my nipples. Loving me.

This dizzying heat swept through me as I squirmed on the iron surface. “Oh, yes, yes, my King, love me!”

He growled into my snatch as our harem stood around us, our soldiers beyond. They were grabbing others, swelling our ranks on his behalf. Men were turned into our warriors, women into our sluts. I heard them gasping and moaning as they were already being used.

All but our core chosen beauties.

I trembled in delight, reveling in the strength of our Justice. We would spread it through Hell. I smiled and then gasped as his tongue flicked my clit. He played with it. He teased my bud, sending sparks surging through me. It mixed with the delight Yunjin and May gave me as they nursed on my nipples.

“Oh, my King,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering. My thighs tightened about his face.

“Mmm, you taste delicious, my queen,” he growled. His tongue flicked through my folds again. This wonderful, teasing, amazing delight that had me shuddering on the hot ground. My eyes squeezed shut. This heat swept through me. “What a treat. A bounty.”

I whimpered in delight as he licked me again. His tongue darted through my folds. I shuddered, my twat squeezing and clenching. My heart raced. He caressed me. Teased me. He feasted on me, making me shudder and writhe.

I humped against him while my slaves suckled at my nipples. They shot delight down to my cunt, adding to the delight. I ground my pussy into his hungry mouth. His lips were bold. He sucked and nibbled. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing my rump as I trembled in delight. Rushes of bliss shot through me.

“Goddamn, you have a hot cunt, my Queen,” he growled. He sucked on my clit.

I gasped in delight.

My moans echoed through Hell. I didn’t hide my passion as I squirmed on the ground. I reveled in this bliss of my King and my slaves pleasing me. He brought me closer and closer to the brink of my orgasm, the nursing on my nipples adding splashes of delight. I trembled as he sucked on my clit. He nibbled. Teased. He made me gasp.

I was so close to exploding. I stared down my body, passed my jiggling breasts, to his hungry eyes. I peered into them, seeing the ambition, the will to power. He would conquer Hell. We would conquer Hell. We would spread our Justice far and wide.

“I’m going to cum!” I moaned, quivering, my pussy on fire. “Yes, yes, just keep sucking, my King.”

He sucked hard on my clit. Sparks flared. My pussy clenched. I trembled, right on the edge of plunging into my orgasm. I whimpered and moaned, my eyes fluttering. He flicked his tongue through my folds, my toes curling and…

He lifted his face from my pussy.

“No, no, my King,” I gasped. My sluts sucking on my nipples wasn’t enough stimulation to get me off. “I was about to cum.”

“I know,” he growled, rising over me, his face dripping with my cream. “I want you cumming on my dick. I want to feel my Queen’s cunt pulsing and writhing about me.”

A shudder ran through me. “Yes, my King!”

He loomed over me. I grabbed his dick with greedy hunger, guiding him to my quivering twat. His muscular body looked so powerful above me. I pressed him into my juicy snatch, into the entrance of my pussy.

He speared into me.

“Yes!” I hissed, my tight tunnel wrapping about his girth. Friction surged through me, bringing me closer to my orgasm. My sluts sucked with more hunger, their tongues dancing around my nubs.

He pumped away hard in me. He fucked me with passion. His muscles rippled over me as he hammered his cock again and again into me. Dizzying waves of passion swept through my body. I groaned, savoring this delight. This rapture.

It was incredible.

I whimpered. Groaned.

I clung to him as he fucked into me again and again. He pounded me with such passion. With such virile rapture. It was incredible. It was everything that I could dream for. Hope for. I never wanted it to end. I wanted this passion to burn around me forever and ever.

Our bodies moved together as he pumped away at my cunt. My sluts nursed on me. Yunjin’s tongue stroked me while My sucked with such hunger. He rammed his dick into my depths with passion. My pussy juices dripped down his chin. Some rained on my face as he speared his cock into my pussy, my orgasm building again.

I would cum so hard on him.

“Fuck, you’re tight, my Queen,” he groaned, slamming into me. His heavy balls thwacked into my taint. “We’ll bring Justice to Mark and his whore!”

“Yes!” I hissed, clamping my pussy down on his thick dick. “Yes! Together! Fuck me, my King! Oh, yes!”

Pleasure churned through my body. His cock hammered my pussy. My silky flesh clung to his shaft. My nerves burned with bliss, turning friction into rapture. Every thrust of his cock added to the growing swell in my core. It mixed with the delight of my two pets sucking at my nipples.

“We’re going to have only the most beautiful women serve us,” groaned Brandon. “To please us.”

“Yes!” I hissed, bucking my hips into this thrust.

Brandon laughed. “You enjoy dominating women, don’t you, my Queen? You want to degrade them.”

“So much,” I moaned, savoring the two whores sucking on my nipples. “We’ll degrade so many. Together! They will worship us and submit to every humiliation we give them!”

I came.

My pussy rippled about his cock. My orgasm slammed through me. I arched my back as wave after wave of joy crashed through my body. My vision swam and I screamed my bliss. My hands shoved out, finding May and Yunjin’s nipples. I pinched hard, digging my fingernails into their erect nubs.

They moaned in pain around my nipples. The vibrations fed my orgasm, prolonging my bliss as my pussy writhed about Brandon’s cock. Milking him. I wanted to feel my husband cum inside me. My legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him in tight.

“Cum in me. I want to feel a God erupt his passion into my pussy!”

Brandon groaned, thrusting his divine cock into my divine cunt. I shuddered again, another orgasm exploding through me. I was a Goddess. A God-Queen. All in Hell would worship at my feet and accept my Justice.

My husband’s cum flooded my pussy in a hot wave.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

I trembled as the pleasure carried me to the heights of my orgasmic rapture. His cum spurted into me. He grunted, flooding me, sharing his ecstasy with me. My pussy writhed about him as I trembled at the height, my women moaning in pain around my nipples as I abused their nubs.

Then my orgasm dyed into buzzing bliss as Brandon fired the last blast of cum into my twat.

“You are a passionate woman,” he groaned, his chest rising and falling.

I smiled up at him. “Let’s claim our kingdom, my husband.”

He grinned at me. “What a queen you shall make!”

My new husband ripped his cock out of me and helped me stand. Together, we marched out into the furnace. Our soldiers surrounded us and our harem of slaves trailed after us. I smiled as we would carve our kingdom out of the bodies of our enemies. We would be ready for the day Mark and Mary died.

I couldn’t wait to deliver degrading Justice upon them.

To be continued…

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