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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Chantelle Paquet-Holub – The Abyss

“I am Superman!” the brawny, naked man with a red S painted across his chest roared as he flew forward, zipping across the sulfurous plain of Hell.

With my dancer reflexes, I dodged to the left as Lana threw herself to the right. I rolled across the yellow dust. I spat the rotten substance out of my mouth as I came up in a crouch. The man pulled up into the sky, twisting around in the air. He prepared to attack us again.

I recognized the bastard. He had made international news after Brandon Fitzsimmon’s death. He was from Scotland and thought he was Superman. Worse, he made Pacts with Lucifer to give him all the powers he needed to make his delusion into reality. But Mary was a wily whore. I heard rumors that she used an illusion to look like Lois Lane, and the idiot couldn’t resist fucking her.

So if she exorcized his powers, how was he flying here in Hell?

Superman dived back down at us, his disgusting cock flapping before him. Lana rose to her feet, her large breasts smeared with yellow dust. My wife fell into a defensive stance, raising her arms, ready for the asshole’s attack.

The man roared as he hurtled down. Lana side-stepped him, seized his arm, and attempted to use his momentum to throw him into the ground. It didn’t work out well. She tried to pivot, but he had too much mass or something because Lana was instead yanked off her feet. She screamed as she was thrown across the plain. She hit a cloud of dust while he spun about and came to a stop.

“I am the defender of truth!” Superman bellowed, floating a foot off the ground. “I will protect you from Hell, but you must obey me. Submit to me.”

“Fuck that,” groaned Lana as she stood up. “I don’t care how fucking super you are; I don’t need a man to protect me. I’m going to rip off your balls and shove them into your mouth.”

The delusional man bellowed like a bull and charged at Lana. My wife leaped far higher than she should and flipped over him, a graceful tumble. As she turned, her will lashed out to the ground, forming a bolder of sulfur in Superman’s path.

The idiot crashed into it. There was a resounding crack. The boulder split in half from the force of the impact. Lana landed with all the grace of her years as a dancer. She spun around, her large breasts heaving, a broad smirk on her lips.

“How did you jump like that?” I asked, racing up to attack Superman as he staggered away from the rock.

Lana shrugged. “I just wished it. I think that’s how Superass is flying.”

Right, Hell. Things were malleable here. That was how Lana had made our cozy cave that we had just spent the last day, or the last eternity, making love in.

“Superass?” growled the man, blood streaming down his face. He wiped it away, throwing red drops to the yellow ground. I guess he couldn’t make himself invincible. “I have been lenient, whore, but I see you are an enemy of Truth and Justice.”

“And the America way,” quipped Lana.

I launched a leaping kick at Superass, my legs thrusting forward. As I hurtled at him, I wished myself to soar across the ground like I was in some sort of wire-fu, Hong Kong action movie. I soared, the air rushing past me.

It was exhilarating.

My foot planted into his side with the force of a cannon. He grunted, stumbling to the side while I did a backflip and landed gracefully on my feet, my dark hair whipping about me. I chortled, loving this. It was like I was in the Matrix.

He recovered as Lana jumped, her feet kicking furiously as she almost hovered in the air. Superass brought up his arms, blocking her kicks. She pummeled him with fury, floating like a graceful angel until the bastard’s hand lashed out.

He seized her legs.

Lana gasped in surprise as he swung her about. Her blonde hair whipped around her as he spun around like a discus thrower.

“Let her go!” I shrieked, rushing forward.

He did. Right into me.

“Chantelle!” Lana gasped as she streaked towards me, her blonde hair flying wildly.

I slid to a halt, my feet furrowing the sulfur ground. I threw up my arm and—

My wife struck me.

She hit hard. The air exploded from my lungs. Pain burst through me. We hit the ground, tumbling across the yellow plain in a tangle of limbs. My vision swam, and my head ached when we came to a rest.

“Fuck, that hurt,” groaned Lana as she rolled off of me. “I’m going to kick his ass.”

“How?” Superass bellowed, looming over us. “I am invincible!”

Before I could react, his fist seized my throat. He choked off my breathing as he lifted me from the sulfur ground. I kicked and squirmed. He threw me. I tumbled through the air, the world spinning about me. And then I hit the dust, bouncing hard and coughing and gasping.

I lay stunned.

My body throbbed with bruised pain.

Lana screamed.

My wife needed me. I couldn’t lie here like an idiot.

“You will feel every inch of Justice,” Superass yelled.

“You named your cock?” Lana groaned. “You are a super fucking asshole.”

I gathered my will, forcing my body to rise up, driving back the pain. I staggered to my feet. Superass had Lana pinned with one hand, his muscles rippling as the other forced her thighs apart. His cock was thick and hard, stabbing down at my wife’s crotch.

Red-hot anger surged through me.

How dare this disgusting bastard try to rape my wife! I would make him pay.

I reached out with my will. Hell was malleable. Was he? Could I reshape him into something better? I would take away everything he prized. His bulging muscles, his chiseled chin, his throbbing cock.

I would emasculate him fully.

“What?” gasped Superass as my will struck him, my imagination bent on that image locked in my mind.

Him as a woman. Weak and beautiful, feminine and lovely. I marched forward as he thrashed. He tumbled back from Lana. I pulled on her will, drawing it into me, strengthening my attack, and then slamming into the madman. He snarled, struggling to defend himself from my imagination.

His body rippled like a viscous gunk. It flowed, my mind molding him like sculptor’s clay. I strode forward, focusing my will like a laser beam burning through his ego. I pictured his new form in my mind. I held it locked as I made it a reality. His body contracted as he rippled, his muscles disappearing, his shoulders narrowing.

His thick cock vanishing.

“No!” he screamed, his voice high-pitched now, almost feminine.

Breasts sprouted from his chiseled pecs, growing heavy and round. His nipples swelled into fat, pink nubs. I smiled as he became a she. I gender-swapped her with my imagination, loving how her shouts were all woman now.

Her ass grew bubbly, her thighs shapely and long. Hair tumbled about her face. Her cock and balls shrank up into her body, a pink gash appearing between her thighs. I could feel the birth of her new pussy. Her womb.

I smiled as a petite, shuddering woman writhed atop Lana.

* * *

Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub

I gasped in shock as Superass’s flesh rippled.

I was amazed to see his strong chin become rounded, his angular face softened, his lips growing plump. A beautiful, feminine face appeared, framed by growing brown hair. Her skin grew sleek and her body curvy. Round breasts appeared, fat nipples rubbing into mine.

The best part: her cock vanished.

“What did you do?” the new woman squeaked as she squirmed on me.

“Mmm, Supergirl, you are cute,” I purred, wrapping my arms around her.

“No, I’m Superman,” she protested.

“Not with those tits,” I laughed, my hand sliding down her back to squeeze her ass. I pulled her down, her ticklish bush rubbing into my clit.

“Or that cunt,” Chantelle added, striding up. “I gender-swapped you, Supergirl.”

“You are amazing,” I moaned to my wife. My fingers dipped past Supergirl’s ass to slide between her legs. I brushed hot, silky folds. “You have a pussy, Supergirl. You can’t be Superman anymore.”

“No,” Supergirl wailed. “Please, give it back. I want my cock!”

“What do you think?” Chantelle asked as I ran my fingers through Supergirl’s pussy, her juices spilling over my fingers.

“I think her cunt’s getting wet,” I purred. “I think she likes being a woman.”

“No, I don’t,” Supergirl said, shaking her head, her new mane of hair tumbling about her face and caressing my cheeks.

“Then why are you squirming on me?” I asked as I probed a finger into Supergirl’s tight pussy. “Why is your hot cunt growing so wet?”

Supergirl’s fair cheeks grew flushed, and a soft sigh escaped her lips as I fingered her. I pumped my digit in and out of her juicy sheath. Her body trembled atop me, her breasts pressing into my large mounds.

“What did you do to me?” she wailed.

“We gave you want you wanted,” Chantelle laughed, kneeling between our thighs and reaching out to play with Supergirl’s cunt with me. Her fingers danced around mine, plunging in and out of the gender-swapped girl’s. “You’ve always secretly wanted to be a woman, right?”

“No,” she moaned. “No, I haven’t. I’m a man.”

“Are you?” Chantelle purred in her sexy, French accent. My pussy itched in delight. “Because it was so easy to change you. Are you sure you didn’t secretly want to be a woman?”

“I… Yes.” Supergirl did not sound convinced.

I worked my finger deeper into Supergirl’s cunt. Her silky flesh clung to me. “Are you sure you never wanted to have a pussy and experience a hard, thick cock reaming your hole?”

“It’s better than a finger, Supergirl,” Chantelle purred. I heard licking and smacking. Was my wife kissing Supergirl’s ass? I couldn’t tell.

“I… no,” moaned the squirming Supergirl, her twat squeezing about my finger. I curled it and found that special spot every woman had. “I don’t… Oh, wow…”

“You like that,” I purred, massaging inside her pussy, grinding on that perfect spot to make her tremble and whimper. “That’s your G-spot. My finger feels nice, but you’ll love a cock.”

“Please stop,” she moaned, squirming, resisting the delight I was giving her. “You’re making me… feel funny…”

“Hot and bothered?” I purred, attacking that spot, loving how her pussy squeezed about my finger. “Are you about to cum, whore?”

“I… I am.” Her eyes widened in shock, her brown depths glossy. “Oh, yes! Keep touching me there. Oh, wow.”

I ripped my finger out of her cunt.

“No. Please, don’t stop. I need it.” Supergirl stared down at me with such need in her brown eyes. She squirmed, humping against me. “Please, I need to cum.”

“Beg for me to fuck your snatch with my big girl-cock,” I purred, my pussy on fire, my futa-cock sprouting.

“But… but you don’t have a…” Her eyes widened as my growing clit thrust into her bush. It bent, sliding through the top of her folds before popping up between her silky thighs. It pressed right against her drenched slit as it grew thicker, longer. “You do have one. Oh, wow. That’s insane.”

Supergirl squirmed on me, rubbing our breasts together as she humped my shaft. She bit her lip, her hips squirming from side to side, grinding her hot pussy on me. The feel of her ticklish bush was incredible.

“You want to feel her big cock, don’t you?” whispered Chantelle as she leaned over, stroking Supergirl’s ass. “You want that big, thick cock stretching out your tight cunt.”

“No,” she moaned. I… I’m a… A…”

“A woman?” I purred, my dick throbbing. “A slut who needs her hot pussy satisfied?”

“I…” She groaned, her silky thighs clamping about my girth. Her entire body trembled. Her eyes rippled. “Oh, yes! I need to be fucked. Let me feel that cock in me!”

Chantelle grasped my throbbing shaft and guided my aching tip to Supergirl’s dripping pussy. I shuddered as my dick partially bent as my crown pressed into those hot folds. My dick sprang forward, thrusting a few inches into Supergirl’s new cunt.

The gender-swapped woman gasped atop me as I slid my cock into her tight depths. I filled her up. I savored her pussy wrapped about my clit-dick. This incredible thrill shot through me. She shuddered atop me, mewling in delight as she experienced her first cock.

“Oh, wow!” Her eyes widened. “Oh, that’s nice. You’re in me.”

“You like it, slut?” I giggled. “Of course you do. You’re a big whore.”

“I love it!” Her hips writhed, sliding her pussy up and down on my cock. The silky friction burned around my bock, massaging me. “Ooh, You’re stretching me out.”

“That’s it,” I groaned, loving her working her cunt on me. “Just like that.”

Her breasts rubbed into mine as she rocked atop me. Our nipples caressed as her pussy squeezed around my cock. She whimpered, joy bursting in her eyes. She was discovering that pleasure every woman should experience.

A girl’s dick buried in her twat.

Then she froze. Her pussy clamped down on me. She gasped and twisted around, her body shaking atop me while she whimpered. Her brown eyes widened. I arched an eyebrow, wondering what my wife was doing to her.

“Oh, yes, lick my ass,” groaned Supergirl. “That’s hot, too!”

“You are a slut,” I moaned while her pussy massaged my cock. “Mmm, enjoy.”

Supergirl grinned and worked her hips with an eager need. She ground her clit into my pubic bone as her new pussy massaged my cock. I groaned, savoring the delights of her paradise. She writhed her hips, swirling me about in her hot tunnel.

Our breasts pressed tight. Nipples brushed. Sparks flared. Delight shot through me. I groaned, my girl-dick throbbing and aching. Her silky flesh worked up and down me. The new woman groaned, her face twisting with pleasure.

Then Chantelle loomed over us, her black hair draping down her face. I smiled at her over Supergirl’s shoulder as the gender-swapped woman gasped. She squirmed on me and threw a look over her shoulder.

“What are you doing?” asked Supergirl.

“I’m fucking your ass,” Chantelle purred, then winked. I felt Supergirl pressing tight on me. “Why do you think I licked your asshole?”

Supergirl gasped and writhed. Her pussy grew tighter and tighter. My wife invaded the gender-swapped woman’s asshole with her own clit-dick. Chantelle filled Supergirl’s bowels up, her shaft rubbing against my own cock through the thin membrane of flesh.

We were tag-teaming the slut, giving it to her from both ends.

Supergirl shuddered between us as my wife began thrusting, working her girl-dick in and out of that tight asshole. I felt Chantelle’s cock burying over and over into Supergirl’s asshole. My wife’s shaft, separated by flesh, rubbed against mine. She made me feel wicked and naughty. It was an incredible delight. A wicked treat to enjoy. My pussy clenched as the delight rippled down my shaft. I savored the feel of my wife’s dick through the slut’s flesh.

I had to join the fun.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, thrusting my hips up and driving my dick into Supergirl’s cunt. She rocked on me, taking cocks from both holes. “You love that, don’t you, slut?”

“Oh, yes!” groaned Supergirl as she writhed about. “Two cocks are even better! Yes! Yes! Give it to me! Oh, yes! I’m just a big whore for it! Oh, yes! Oh, wow! You dickgirls are so amazing! I’m… oh, yes! Oh, wow!”

We fucked her, driving our cocks into her. Supergirl’s tits rubbed into mine. She gasped and moaned, sliding her pussy up and down my clit-dick as I thrust up into her. My wife pounded her, their flesh slapping together.

It made such a wicked sound on the sulfur plains.

We were in the middle of Hell fucking Supergirl with our cocks. It was surreal. Our new afterlife. I savored the pleasure, the ache growing and growing in the depths of my cunt. My pussy grew hotter as I squirmed on the dust.

“Yes, yes, take our dicks, slut!” moaned my wife. “You’re just a big whore for our dicks!”

“The biggest!” Supergirl moaned, her pussy clenching around my cock. She squirmed her hips, stirring her hips around my dick.

“Yeah, you are!” I moaned, the pleasure surging through me. “I’m going to flood you.”

“And I’m going to… to… Cum!” howled Supergirl.

Her gender-swapped pussy writhed about my cock, milking me as she came. The new woman’s cunt felt incredible as she spasmed. Her breasts massaged mine, nipples kissing. Delight sparked down to my snatch as her twat sucked at my dick.

My ovaries tightened as the slut gasped and moaned. She screamed out her joy for all of Hell to hear. Her juices soaked my crotch, bathing the shaved folds of my pussy in her passion. Her eyes squeezed shut.

“Cumming as a woman is incredible!” she howled.

Chantelle grinned and fucked her harder, slamming into Supergirl’s ass. I felt that massaging thrust mixed in with the writhing grip of her cunt. I shuddered, coming closer and closer to erupting. I was on the verge of exploding.

“Oh, yes, Chantelle!” I purred. “Her pussy is so tight! Oh, yes! I’m gonna cream her.”

“Do it, baby,” purred Chantelle. “Oh, yes. The little slut is ours.”

“I am!” Supergirl panted. “I am! I love your cocks.”

The gender-swapped woman’s soul surrendered to us. We chained her. Energy flooded my body.

I exploded.

I shuddered, my cock spurting cum into our new slave’s convulsing cunt. Bliss pummeled my mind. Pleasure rippled through my body, flooding out of my writhing pussy. The dual pleasures rushed into my thoughts, drowning me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “Take my cum!”

“Fucking whore, yes!” Chantelle moaned.

Lust churned through the bond between Supergirl and us. She fed us lusty energy, little drops of delight, as Chantelle buried her cock into Supergirl’s ass. My wife’s face contorted and I knew she flooded Supergirl’s bowels.

I pumped her pussy full of cum.

It was incredible. I shuddered, bucking, her pussy wringing out the last drops of cum from my ovaries. She squirmed atop me, whimpering as she drained me. Chantelle moaned, her face twisting with rapture. Such joy in her eyes.

“That was amazing,” Chantelle moaned, then rolled off of Supergirl.

Our new slave shuddered as she stood up, her red S painted across her heaving tits, our cum running down her thighs. I pulled Chantelle next to me, struggling to regain my breath after the wonderful fuck.

“What are we doing now?” Supergirl asked.

“We find Lilith,” I smiled. “Your new Goddess.”

“Goddess…?” A puzzled look flashed across the gender-swapped woman’s lush and lovely face.

“She’s the goddess to every woman,” Chantelle informed. “And we’re her high priestesses. I’m Chantelle, and that’s my wife, Svitlana.”

“Then we should begin our search,” Supergirl declared. “Truth and Justice are on our side.”

I rolled my eyes. But she was a start.

* * *

Marybeth Ayers-Sargent

We found the end of the Sulfur Plain.

It was the farthest anyone from the Ghost’s harem had ever ventured out from our home in the middle of the Skeletal Forest. Padding at my side were my wife, Ursula, and my stepdaughter, Gabrielle. The three of us were wrapped in the Ghost’s invisibility. Everything in Hell had changed in the last week. A void echoed through the vile place, begging to be filled.

The demonic armies that had been gathered had been unleashed on the living world. All the great demons were gone. Those who remained could feel the opportunities available for those bold enough to seize them. It meant chaos.

War.

We had to see that our lands were defended. We had to know what threats lurked out there.

“Let’s check out up there,” Ursula whispered at my side, her invisible hand touching my shoulder.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

The sulfur plains ended at red, blasted hills made of craggy rocks. The searing wind that howled all the way to our forest seemed to blow from here. It grew stronger and stronger as we crossed the dusty expanse. It had grown so bad, two days ago we had to take shelter as the world turned entirely yellow.

“I’ll go check it out, Momma,” Gabriella whispered. She was Ursula and the Ghost’s daughter, one of the seven special daughters born to him before we all died.

“Okay, baby girl,” Ursula told her.

I watched carefully, noting the small disturbances Gabriella left as she scampered across the rocks, kicking up red dust and leaving behind her footprints. Not shoe prints or boot prints. We had to cross naked. We couldn’t seem to make our cheerleader uniforms transparent. The Ghost’s invisibility just didn’t work on anything but our bodies.

Gabriella reached the summit of the hill while we waited. Ursula’s hand crushed down hard on my shoulder. I could feel her quivering. She could be overprotective of her daughter sometimes, but Gabriella was more than competent. She had her mother’s passion and her father’s appetite.

A single, red rock lifted off the ground and bobbed twice—the all-clear signal.

Ursula and I padded through the craggy terrain as we ascended the hill. We wound through thrusting rocks, almost bursting out of the ground like erupting daggers. The rocks littering the ground were sharp, but our feet were toughened by Hell’s terrain. I didn’t notice the razor edges trying to cut my feet. At the summit, the searing wind screamed, whipping at my hair while the blistering heat swept over me.

In the distance, a great city made of some coppery metal gleamed.

“Dis,” Ursula whispered. “That’s Lucifer’s capital.”

“Was,” I corrected, shivering. We’d learned a lot from some of the demons and human souls we’d captured since our passing. Dis was a terrifying place. “He left for greener pastures.”

“Well, someone’s claimed it. Look at the gates.”

An army streamed out of the Brass City. They marched in columns, dressed in black armor. They almost looked like a walking forest, each man holding a spear, the tip gleaming in the red light. At the head, a man in fearsome, crimson armor rode a nightmarish horse. It had coal-black hide and fire for a mane. Every time its hooves struck the red earth, sparks flared. Three women, dressed in kimonos, rode side-saddle on their own demonic mounts behind him.

“We need to tell the Ghost,” Ursula whispered.

I nodded. The army was marching for the Sulfur Plains.

* * *

Chantelle Paquet-Holub

I hated the sulfurous plains. It was hard to tell which way to go. Supergirl came from a brass city, escaping from Lucifer’s prison. She whispered that a tyrant named Brandon was coming out on top in the fighting.

“The Patriots tried to fight,” Supergirl said, “but the Samurai’s troops defeated them for Brandon in an hour.”

I shivered. Brandon Fitzsimmons. The man who almost defeated Mark. His attack prompted Mark and Mary to form the Theocracy and to dominate the world. Brandon had shown them how dangerous other Warlocks could be when he’d enslaved an entire military base. He’d dominated Joint Base Lewis-McChord near Tacoma, Washington, and used it to attack Mark. After that, the Tyrants hunted down every Warlock in existence.

Brandon was reputed to be a cruel man. According to Mark’s propaganda, Brandon had sacrificed women to Molech. Over a hundred were raped to death in the demon’s burning embrace. I believed the stories. I shuddered thinking that cruel bastard might be in control of Lucifer’s domain.

We needed to find Lilith as fast as possible.

The six of us set across the Sulfur Plains. Supergirl’s three captured women became ours when we dominated the new woman. We freed them, and now they were followers of Lilith. The plains were dreary. Featureless. I didn’t know if we were going straight or wandering in circles. There was no sun to give you a reference. The light of Hell seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time, providing the same harsh illumination that eliminated any shadows.

We walked through the dust, willing ourselves to find what we searched for. I began to trust my instincts, letting them guide us. I wanted to find Lilith, her daughters, and her worshipers, to unite them against Brandon and any other powers that lurked in the Abyss.

On what may have been our second day—time was a nebulous concept in Hell—we spotted a cloud of dust on the horizon.

“Check it out, Supergirl,” Lana hissed as we ducked down.

The new woman nodded, her face twisting in excitement. There were times Supergirl—that was the only name she would go by now—seemed to forget she’d been a man. The longer she was a woman, the more the change seemed to consume her mind.

“Was I really a man,” she would sometimes whisper, staring down at her pubic mound. “Did I really have a cock? It seems like a strange dream. I’m a woman in my memories. It… makes somethings so interesting to remember.”

Supergirl skulked forward, climbing up a slightly higher mound than the rest of the plain. She dropped to her belly and crawled to reach the top. She peered over to see what the dust cloud was. I hoped it wasn’t Brandon’s forces. Dis lay nearby the plains, and I had no idea if we had moved closer or farther away from it.

Did that even matter in Hell?

“I feel good about this,” Lana whispered. “This feels like we made the right choice.”

“I’m glad one of us does.”

Lana put her arm around my shoulders, pulling me in close. “We’ll find Lilith and her daughters. Our daughters.”

Lamia, my daughter with Lilith, would be here in Hell. I very much doubt my daughter would have escaped Mark’s wrath. She had been in the City Hall when Mark took Seattle. His forces were merciless with Lilith’s daughters, calling them monsters that had to be exterminated.

My daughter was not a monster.

Lamia was a beautiful being. I hoped to see her again. My other daughter, Lily, would be raised by Thamina and Fiona. If she was lucky, she would escape Hell when she died. Unless we found Lilith and figured out how to return the Goddess to the living world and unseat Mark. Lilith had done it once, and with our help, she could do it again.

Supergirl let out a scream. The ground erupted around her. She leaped back as something brown and sinuous moved through the dust cloud. I frowned, willing a pair of binoculars into my hand. I peered through them, the scene leaping into focus.

The monster was a woman with shiny, brown skin and no hair. I recognized it. A Dabbat. That made it one of Lilith’s monstrous daughters. Hope surged through me.

“I think that’s Abby.” I smiled, letting the binoculars vanish. “Dabbat, stop attacking!” I screamed, running forward.

“It is Abby,” laughed Lana. Abby was Lilith’s first Dabbat to be born, a serpent-like creature who could control the earth. “You can always count on her.”

Abby had found the Mispach for Lilith, the dagger that had almost killed Mary.

The Dabbat paused, glancing over at us. Her yellow-slitted eyes narrowed, and then she fell to her knees and bowed. “Priestess, do you know where Mother is?” Her voice hissed with a sibilant, child-like longing. “I can’t find her.”

“No,” I answered her, reaching the top of the hill. “We’re looking for her, too, Abby.”

Lilith’s daughter rose. “Is it just you two?”

“I’m afraid so. We haven’t found anyone other than Supergirl and a few women from Dis.”

“I have.”

I looked beyond the hill to see a large group of women with a dozen of Lilith’s daughters circling them.

“It’s Babylon and Crystal!” Lana smiled and waved down at the crowd.

Babylon’s Wiccan coven had formed the basis of Lilith’s worship. Lana and I had converted Babylon, her daughter Crystal, Starlight, and the rest to Lilith’s cause that wild night on the summer solstice. We hadn’t found Lilith, but this was a start. We had our own force now. We could strive against the other powers of Hell.

We would grow stronger.

The outer cordon of Lilith’s daughters let us pass as we approached, recognizing us. I didn’t see Cora, Lana’s daughter, or my Lamia. We would find them. We would be reunited with our monstrous daughters and our goddess.

“Priestesses,” Babylon said as we drew nearer, a broad smile on her face. Yellow dust blended into her blonde hair. She stood at the head of the other women, her daughter nearby. “We gathered as many as we could. Do you have any idea where to begin looking for Lilith?”

“No,” I admitted, looking out at our followers. “But have faith. We’ll find her.”

A loud, piercing shriek echoed across the plain.

“That’s Luka,” Crystal said, pointing up at a flying speck in the air.

The Alukah soared down towards them, flying on wings made from her red hair.

“She must have spotted something,” Babylon whispered. “She’s agitated.”

“It has to be Lilith, Mom,” Crystal exclaimed, her youthful face twisting in excitement. She was nineteen and beautiful. “Luka must have found our Goddess!”

* * *

Lilith

The chain bit into my neck. The brutes who’d captured me yanked hard on it. I stumbled and tripped on my feet, falling to my knees.

I was Lilith, the Mother of Monsters, and the first woman. I shouldn’t have to be subjected to this humiliation.

But Mark had killed me. The bastard cut off my head so he could save his whore wife. His golden blade had robbed me of all my powers, condemning me back to Hell as weak as any normal human.

It didn’t take long for me to be rounded up by the brutes who yanked on my chain. I was added to the twenty other women they dragged along behind them. When their passions overwhelmed them, we were raped. Three times, they had chosen me, stabbing their vile cocks into me as they grunted their enjoyment.

They satiated my pain and humiliation. It fed their bestial rut.

When I was free, when I had regained my powers, these two brutes would pay. I would skin them alive and boil them in oil. For eternity, they would know agony. Vengeance burned in my chest. I would punish every man. They would all suffer for their brutality against women.

“Gettin’ dat itch,” grunted one of the brutes, rubbing his hard cock. “Whacha say. Fun time?”

The wart-faced second brute wheezed as he laughed. “I reckon so. These cunts are fixin’ to be tilled, and my plow’s itchin’ somethin’ mighty fierce.”

I quivered, lowering my head to the sulfur dust, hoping they wouldn’t choose me. My violet eyes squeezed shut. Footsteps neared. Wheezing breath grew louder. A filthy hand clasped my shoulder. I shivered in fear, and a piteous whimper escaped my throat.

I couldn’t help it. These men made me weak.

Mark made me weak.

The air hissed. Something wet and warm splashed on my face, dripping down to my lips. I feared it was cum. One of the brutes had ejaculated in my face and…

It tasted salty but also coppery. Blood?

My eyes snapped open. The wart-faced brute fell in two pieces to the ground, roaring in pain. A woman stood over him, voluptuous, naked, her blonde hair falling around her large breasts. She held a green sword dripping with crimson life. Two other women cut down the other asshole, hacking him to pieces in a second.

“You saved us!” I gasped, hope bursting through me. I trembled as I stared at these women, my lush breasts jiggling.

“Well, well, well.” The blonde smiled. “Are you who I think you are?”

“That’s Lilith,” gasped another naked girl, maybe nineteen or twenty, with short, black hair. “What is she doing here?”

“I guess Mark must have killed her, too.”

“I am Lilith,” I breathed. “Goddess to all women. You have earned yourself a place in my court, my warrior women.”

The blonde laughed. “I’m afraid that’s not happening.”

She bent down and seized the chains. With the brutes cut in half, the power of their will was crushed. The girls had no problem battering away the brute’s control. I shuddered as she claimed our souls for the demon lord she served. Was it Astarte? Her territory bordered the Sulfur Plains.

“You’re not letting us go?” moaned another woman.

“Nope. I’m Ursula, and that’s my wife Marybeth.”

The black-hair girl nodded.

“And my daughter, Gabriella.” Ursula nodded to the other blonde, who looked eighteen and baby-faced. “And you all have the honor of serving the Ghost.”

“Who?” I gaped.

“You’ll see,” Ursula purred. “I reckon he’ll induct you into his personal harem, Lilith.”

“The Ghost will love you,” Marybeth agreed. “And you’ll come to love serving him as much as we do.”

I shuddered as I felt Ursula’s grip on my soul. Such power brimmed from her. She drew on this Ghost’s powers. Whoever he was, he already was clawing himself into a Power of the Abyss. Hell had changed so much since I’d broken free.

“Let’s go,” Ursula said, the physical chain dissolving from my neck. But I couldn’t disobey her. My soul was chained to her master. She smacked my ass. “Mmm, every member of the Cult is going to enjoy you, Lilith.”

“A few of us lost kin to your plague,” Marybeth added. “I’m sure we’ll all want to thank you personally.”

Escaping the brutes had seemed easy. They didn’t have much power, but this Ghost…

I stumbled along with the rest of the women as we crossed the sulfur plain. A bony forest appeared ahead. Tears ran down my cheeks. If only Ziki hadn’t failed. If only she had stabbed Mark Glassner with the Mispach, I would rule the earth.

Then I wouldn’t be a prisoner trapped in Hell, forced to serve this… Ghost.

* * *

The Samurai

“I know what you need, my Lord,” Orihime purred as I stepped into the tent.

The men needed their rest. Even in Hell, wearing armor and marching tired out a person. A few women had been captured on our march. The men vied for their chance to enjoy the spoils. It was disgusting, but my new master was a filthy man.

The oaths I’d sworn to Brandon weighed on me. I would serve him until he violates our agreement. My honor demanded no less.

My concubines awaited me naked, soapy water dripping from their bodies. They were each a different vision of loveliness. Orihime was the bustiest, her breasts large and pillowy while Hikaru had the smallest breasts, perky and delicious to behold.

“Let us wash away the day’s dust, my Lord,” giggled lithe Hikaru.

My armor vanished with a thought. I stretched my muscular body out on the floor, lying on my stomach, ready for their soapy massage. What a treat to experience after a long day on the march. My three women were my cherry trees.

The solace for my soul. I would do anything to protect them.

Even sell my soul.

Chisato pressed on my left side, rubbing her delicious body against mine. I groaned at the feel of her breasts. Hikaru took the right, her small titties rubbing into my side, spilling the soapy suds over my skin. Orihime and her heavy breasts slid up and down my legs, her hard nipples trailing over my muscles. She massaged them.

I groaned as I let their three bodies caress me. The warmth of their suds washed away whatever fatigue I felt. Their hard nipples felt wonderful. Their silky bodies slid across my skin as they loved me.

“You are tense, my Lord,” Chisato whispered. “What troubles you?”

“Our purpose.” I sighed. “This shall be our life. Campaigning to take over Hell for that pig of a man.”

“You regret serving him?” Orihime asked, her soft breasts sliding up my thighs to my ass, her nipples fat and hard.

“It is not dishonorable to serve,” Hikaru murmured.

“It is,” I growled. “I should not have surrendered.”

“And that would only have brought pain. For you. For us.” Hikaru’s soft lips kissed at his neck as she slid her body up and down my side. “Is that why you submitted?”

“Yes,” I grunted. I couldn’t face letting them suffer any more torment. My love made me weak.

“Thank you, my Lord,” Chisato purred.

“We love you just as much,” Orihime added.

I felt tenderness in their touches. They had loved me just as fiercely the day they appeared before me, dressed in their schoolgirl uniforms, eighteen and ready to pledge their undying love to my cause. I could endure any humiliation, any pain for them. They had willingly joined me knowing they faced Hell. My pride could bend for them.

Their sweet shade had become my afterlife.

“Mmm, now let’s do the other side,” Orihime purred.

I smiled and rolled over, my women sliding out of the way. I settled onto my back and then groaned as Orihime’s heavy tits wrapped around my cock. She grinned up at me as she pressed those large tits together. She “washed” my dick, working those soapy breasts up and down my cock.

Only Orihime’s breasts were large enough for this delight. I groaned, savoring the sweet bliss of her tits working up and down my dick, stimulating me. The pleasure rippled down to my balls. They grew tighter and tighter.

My other two women pressed against me, their pliant tits rubbing on my chest. They massaged me, soaping me as they humped against me. I welcomed their touch, their small breasts massaging me. I was in heaven even though I was in Hell.

“We love you so much,” Chisato groaned into my ear, her hot pussy grinding on my leg. “We have no regrets.”

“None,” Orihime agreed, sliding her tits faster up and down my cock.

“I know,” I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut.

I let their sweet bodies pleasure me. Their moans and sighs filled my ears as their hot flesh rubbed on me. Hot pussies massaged my hips as Chisato and Hikaru ground against me. My hands slid down their soapy backs to find their asses. I cupped their rumps, squeezing them, pulling them tight against me.

My cock ached, the tip tingling between Orihime’s silky breasts. She worked those tits up and down my cock, squeezing the pillowy mounds around me. The pressure was intense. I groaned, blood pumping passion through my veins.

Hikaru’s lips nibbled across my chin. She purred as she humped against me, her tight rump flexing beneath my hand. Her sweet mouth found mine. She thrust her tongue past my lips. I groaned into the kiss, savoring it.

“Yes, yes, just relax,” purred Chisato, her pussy hot on my left thigh.

My hands explored their flesh, leaving behind their asses. As hot as it was feeling their pussies hump against me, I wanted to give them more pleasure. I pushed between our bodies and plunged my hands between Hikaru’s and Chisato’s thighs.

Hikaru whimpered into the kiss as I found their pussies wet and dripping. Chisato shuddered and mewled. I stroked them, caressing them while Orihime massaged my cock with her big, pillowy tits. My toes curled as I drank this in.

I thrust my fingers into Hikaru’s and Chisato’s juicy twats.

“Thank you, my love,” groaned Chisato, her pussy squeezing down on my fingers. “You always remember to give us our pleasure.”

“You are a generous lord,” Orihime agreed. “Cum, my Lord. Give me your cum.”

“Yes, give it to her. Cum on her tits. I want to lick her clean of your spunk,” Chisato purred.

I groaned, my cock throbbing. It was such a naughty idea. The pressure rose up to the tip of my balls as I plundered my two women’s pussies. My fingers thrust deep into them. They groaned and shuddered, their hips working back and forth.

My thumbs buried into their depths. I fingered them, teased them. It was incredible to enjoy. They squirmed against me as Orihime’s tits massaged my dick. I came closer and closer to erupting. I growled through my clenched teeth.

My cock erupted.

“Yes!” I growled, breaking the kiss with Hikaru.

“Yes, yes, coat her,” Chisato moaned as my cum boiled out of my cock.

My spurting jizz splattered across Orihime’s face and then rained down on her heavy tits. My jizz ran in lines of milky white across her orbs. The pleasure burned through my mind. I groaned as I thrust my fingers deep into my two women’s pussies.

My pleasure peaked. Died.

Chisato spun about, her pussy twisting about my fingers. She leaned over and licked my cum clean from Orihime’s tit. It was such a wicked sight to see. Her tongue flashed out, pink and naughty. She lapped up Orihime’s flesh as I fingered the naughty concubine’s twat.

“That’s it,” giggled Orihime. “Lick my tits. Our Lord enjoys watching us.”

Hikaru whimpered beside me. Then she sat up and turned, her pussy massaging my fingers. I groaned as she joined Chisato, licking the cum up from Orihime’s other tit. Orihime beamed as her fellow concubines sucked and tweaked her nipples. Pleasure burned in her eyes as she moaned.

It was so hot. It made me ache and—

“Samurai,” the harsh voice of Abimbola called from outside.

“Yes,” I groaned. I stood up, leaving my concubines to their fun.

“Our scouts have spotted a flying demon. It circles a host of women protected by other demons,” Abimbola answered.

“Ready the army,” I commanded, my armor flashing about my body. “We have tributes to gather for the God-King.”

“Such sweet spoils,” laughed Abimbola. “The God-King will reward us.”.

I had all my rewards right here.

* * *

Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub

Luka landed, her wings turning back into her hair.

“Priestesses,” she crooned as she stopped before us, her sharp fangs glinting as she smiled. Luka was gorgeous and deadly. She was a vampiric Alukah, drawing her strength from feasting on blood. She had been sent after Mark’s servant Sam over a year ago but had been killed.

Luka must have been in Hell all this time.

“What is it?” I asked.

“An army of men,” she answered. “They have women prisoners and are already forming up to attack us.”

My blood chilled. I glanced at Chantelle.

“We have Lilith’s daughters,” Chantelle declared. “We’ll rescue these women and show these vile men where their place lies.”

Luka smiled, her fangs flashing. It was time for us to go to war.

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