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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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Brandon Fitzsimmons – The Abyss

“God-King,” Milly purred as she dragged in the auburn-haired Wendy.

Wendy was a lovely woman with the face of a twenty-one-year-old girl, a set of perky tits, and a plump ass. She had been founding hiding in the city two days ago. I wanted her for my personal harem, but the whore refused to submit to my will.

“I bathed and perfumed her.” Milly smiled, something wicked and wanton gleaming in her eyes. “And shaved her bare, just the way you wanted, my Lord.”

Milly was the fiercest of my personal harem, a fiery-haired beauty that had more balls than half the men that served me. She possessed lovely poise, her small breasts topped by pink nipples, her green eyes shining with excitement.

“Why do you fight?” Hannah asked, the young woman lounging on pillows, her budding breasts topped by hard nipples. She was another concubine. Her petulant face twisted with lust as Milly threw Wendy at my feet. “I resisted, but then I discovered the joys of directly serving the God-King. His harem is full of delights.”

“Unless you want to go back to join the others whores.” Brenda giggled. She was a voluptuous beauty with a pair of huge tits. “Do you want to service our Lord’s soldiers?”

“I think she does,” my wife purred as she lounged beside me. “Why else does the whore resist? She must yearn to be taken over and over, her pussy and ass overflowing with cum. She wants to be fucked so many times until her holes are stretched and loose and useless.”

“I think so,” I grinned, standing up, my cock throbbing with the need to fuck her.

Wendy looked up at me, hatred in her eyes. “Fuck you!”

I struck her face. Her head snapped back. Her lip tore, blood welling bright, a more exciting shade than any lipstick.

“Why do you force me to hurt you?” I asked then kicked her in the stomach. She was like my ex-wives.

“Maybe she’s a sadist?” Milly asked. She planted her heel on Wendy’s back, keeping the whore from squirming away. A whip appeared in Milly’s hand, drawn from the sea of power I possessed. She flicked her wrist.

CRACK!

The whip painted a red strip across Wendy’s bubbly ass.

Wendy whimpered.

“She definitely enjoyed that,” purred Hannah. “Whip the slut again, Milly.”

CRACK!

Wendy‘s cry of pain made my cock even harder. I was glad she kept refusing. It was so satisfying to break her. My wife, Emi, stood, her black silks melting off her petite figure, her small, olive-toned breasts jiggling as she sauntered passed me. The Japanese woman possessed the regalia of a God-Queen as she seized Wendy’s auburn hair, hauling her head up.

Emi spat into Wendy’s face. “You’re a disgusting worm,” my wife hissed. “You refuse to submit to justice. That’s why we punish you.”

“How’s this justice?” Wendy demanded, tears spilling down her face.

CRACK!

Wendy gasped, eyes widening. More tears fell. Milly giggled, a line of her juices trickling down her thighs. She kicked Wendy’s thighs apart and drew back the whip. Such ecstatic glee burned in my woman’s eyes.

CRACK!

The whip landed on Wendy’s naked pussy. She howled in pain, bucking in my wife’s grip. Emi smiled and yanked on Wendy’s hair, pulling the whore’s head upright. Emi grinned as she pulled the slut to her pussy, muffling Wendy’s yowls.

“Whip her again,” I groaned, stroking my cock.

CRACK!

Emi shuddered, a cruel smile crossing her face as Wendy howled into Emi’s pussy.

“Let me attend you, my Lord,” Brenda smiled, her heavy tits jiggling as she walked over. She knelt, wrapping her ponderous breasts about my cock. She worked them up and down my shaft as she smiled up at me. “Mmm, isn’t that nice.”

Hannah masturbated her tight cunt. “Keep whipping the whore, Milly. Make her pussy burn.”

Milly snapped the whip again.

CRACK!

My cock throbbed between Brenda’s silky tits. Wendy shook as my wife ground her pussy into the whore’s face. Milly’s whip hissed and cracked, more lines of red crisscrossing Wendy’s ass and thighs. The slut’s hips bucked as she tried to escape her punishment.

“I’m so hot. Come eat my pussy, Hannah,” Milly moaned. “I need to cum so bad.”

“Yes, yes!” Hannah purred, her back arching, her small tits jiggling as her orgasm burned through her. She quivered through her delight, her toes curling. The eighteen-year-old beauty moaned out in delight.

Shuddering, she rose and rushed to Milly and hugged her from behind. My cock throbbed between Brenda’s tits as I watched Hannah’s hands descend. They stroked down Milly’s body to her shaved pudenda.

Hannah cupped Milly’s cunt and frigged my concubine.

“Keep whipping her,” Hannah moaned into Milly’s ear. Make her howl.

CRACK!

My balls contracted as Wendy screamed in pain, her agony muffled by my wife’s cunt. Such sweet sounds.

CRACK!

Brenda rubbed her tits faster and faster up and down my cock. She purred in delight as she worshiped me. Her tits squeezed about them. I watched the delight, my dick throbbing. Her breasts massaged me, stimulating my tip.

“Ooh, cum all over my face, my God,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, just erupt. Spurt your passion on me!”

CRACK!

The itch at the tip of my cock increased. My balls tightened as I watched the whipping. Wendy moaned, her ass blazing. Milly shuddered in Hannah’s embrace. The younger woman frigged my whipping concubine to my utter delight.

Brenda’s tongue licked the tip of my cock on her tits downstroke. She caressed me for a moment before her breasts slid back up. I groaned, the pressure growing and mounting. I didn’t fight it as I watched Wendy’s whipping.

CRACK!

She howled in agony into my wife’s cunt.

I grunted and erupted.

Pleasure surged through me. It fired out of my cock spurting hot cum into Brenda’s face. The busty concubine moaned in delight. Her eyes opened wide, reveling in the jizz spilling over her face. It bathed her in spunk. I shuddered against my throne, the pleasure burning through my body.

Creamy jizz dripped onto her tits. Trails of pearly spunk ran over those lush mounds. I grunted as the last of my spunk spurted out, a week blast that splashed on her left boob. I groaned, panting, the pleasure buzzing through me.

“Mmm, thank you, my Lord,” Brenda purred. She lifted her heavy, left tit to her mouth and licked my cum clean like the true slut she was.

My cock was still hard. In Hell, I had all the stamina I needed.

“Come fuck this whore’s ass,” my wife panted, her eyes fluttering as she neared her orgasm. “Let me feel her screams on my cunt as you rape her ass.”

“What a good idea,” I growled.

My wife was a rare creature. She was a sadist before I claimed her. Unlike my harem, whom I shaped into being sadists, my wife enjoyed inflicting pain and humiliation. It was so hot watching her rape a woman.

“Oh, yes, you little whore,” she purred to Wendy. “My husband will stick his giant cock right up your ass. You are going to howl into my pussy. Oh, yes! Oh, fucking yes!”

Emi writhed, her black hair flying as she humped her hips. She was already cumming. Her small breasts quivered as her moans echoed through the throne room. I admired the sight, knowing her pussy juices flooded the slut’s mouth.

My dick throbbed hard. I stared at that delicious ass. I knelt down behind her and grabbed her hips, striped by the whip. She didn’t fight me as I raised her up so my cock could spear into her asshole.

“Fuck her hard, my Lord,” Milly purred, her voice throaty with pleasure. Her breasts jiggled as she shuddered on Hannah’s fingers. “Use her.”

“Rape her into submission.” Hannah smiled, ecstasy blazing in her eyes. “Just like you raped me. Teach her to love the pain.”

I spread apart Wendy’s welted asscheeks and exposed her puckered sphincter. I smiled at the sight of it. I didn’t take my time. I didn’t let her prepare herself to be sodomized or apply any lube to my dick. I aimed my cock at that tight, puckered asshole.

Thrust.

I buried my cock into her bowels. I groaned at the velvety friction engulfing my dick. She was tight and dry. She howled in agony so loud into my wife’s pussy. My unlubed dick plunged deep into her asshole, tearing her up.

It was incredible to feel. My cock throbbed in Wendy’s bowels. I reveled in it, drinking in her pain. Her torment. Torture gave the most amount of power. Inflicting pain was rewarded in Hell. I treasured it, my dick aching.

“That’s it! Rape her!” hissed Emi, grinding her pussy on the slave. My wife’s pleasure still rippled through her. “Her screams are vibrating my clit. Oh, yes! I’m going to cum again on her lips.”

I drew back my cock and slammed in again. The whore shuddered beneath me. She whimpered into my wife’s pussy. Wendy’s bowels gripped me. I fucked her hard. My crotch smacked her welted ass, the smack of flesh on flesh echoing through my throne room.

“The pain ends when you submit,” I growled, fucking with powerful strokes. “Then you get pleasure.”

“So much pleasure,” Milly moaned, her hips writhing. Hannah fingered her faster. “Oh, yes! Just submit, Wendy. Submit to your Gods.”

“Not… Gods…” Wendy howled, ripping her face from Emi’s pussy. “Just a stupid Warlock like me!”

CRACK!

Milly’s whip struck Wendy’s back, painting a line of bright red. The whore’s ass tightened on my cock. I shuddered as Emi yanked Wendy’s face back to her pussy. Milly whipped again and again, the whip swishing past my face to land on Wendy’s back.

CRACK!

Every new stripe caused Wendy’s ass to tighten on me.

CRACK!

I shuddered, my balls slapping into her pussy. Emi writhed and moaned, cumming hard on the whore’s lips.

CRACK!

I loved it. I thrust hard, watching Emi’s pleasure surged through her body. My balls tightened. I came closer and closer to erupting into the whore. She sobbed. It was so wondrous to hear. Her bowels clenched about me as I fucked her hard.

CRACK!

My wife smiled, cruel and delicious.

CRACK!

The acrid reek of urine filled my nose. Emi let out a wicked moan as her yellow pissed splashed on Wendy’s face and hair. The whore sputtered in surprise, squeezing down on my cock. I plowed into her hard as my wife peed on the slut’s face.

It was so incredible. Wendy sobbed in humiliation. I felt those drops dribbling out of her soul. I drank them in as I rammed my dick into her asshole. It was incredible. My balls tightened. I didn’t fight my pleasure.

I erupted into her asshole.

“Humiliate the slut!” I gasped as my cum rushed out into her abused asshole. Powerful blasts sent more rapture surging through her. “Degrade her! If she won’t serve, then she is trash.”

“Yes!” Emi moaned, still pissing. In Hell, she could pee as long as she wanted.

My jizz spurted over and over. I trembled through the pleasure. It surged through me. I groaned, my heart racing from the bliss. It spilled over me. My hands gripped her hips as I fired the last of my jizz into her.

I buzzed from my pleasure.

I ripped my cock out of her asshole, shuddering as my orgasm faded into rapture. My wife had inspired me. I groaned and relaxed my bladder. I pissed on her burning ass. My urine slid over her, spilling over her gaping asshole and down to her cunt.

“Just a filthy whore!” I growled.

Milly and Hannah surged in. They both bent over, thrusting their pussies over the whore’s back. Their twin streams of urine splashed on the slut. She sobbed as the piss spilled over her. I groaned, a tingle racing through me as I emptied my bladder.

We bathed the whore. She fell onto the ground, curling into a ball as we drenched her. We coated her. We covered her in our piss. It was incredible. Brenda joined us, adding a fifth stream of acrid yellow to splash on her.

“If you won’t be my concubine,” I growled, “then you’ll be my toilet, whore.”

“I won’t be yours!” she screamed as we covered her. “You won’t break me!”

“Everyone breaks,” Emi purred. “Justice always triumphs. Milly, take this garbage back to the holding yard. Let her reflect on how she wants to spend eternity.”

“Yes, God-Queen,” Milly smiled, reaching down and grasping Wendy’s pee-soaked hair. The fiery concubine dragged the piss-drenched whore away.

Yunjin strode in as Milly hauled the sobbing Wendy out of or throne room. The Korean woman was one of Emi’s pets. “God-King,” she purred, bowing low. “The Samurai returns with prisoners.”

* * *

Chantelle Paquet-Holub

The collar around my neck hurt. The metal dug into my skin every time the connected chain snapped tautly. I marched in the middle of other women. Many were followers of Lilith who, like me, were captured by the Samurai in our disastrous attack. Others were women he’d claimed before us, random souls condemned to Hell.

The Samurai rode at the head of his column of barbarous men. They all prowled around us, staring at our naked bodies with lust. They hadn’t raped us yet, but only because the God-King was allowed the first choice. Those not chosen for service in the palace or his personal harem would be whores for his soldiers.

I shuddered in disgust. Brandon was a pig.

The column marched through the gates of Dis, a yawning opening in the shiny, metallic walls. Darkness fell upon us as we were swallowed by the City of Brass. I shuddered, fear hammering in my heart. But I needed to keep hope. My wife, Lana, was free, and she marched to our rescue with our new allies.

I stumbled through the City of Brass with the other prisoners, our shackles rattling. Disgusting men lounged as naked women, chained and abused, ran errands about the city. I shuddered as I witnessed rapes, the poor women pulled down by any man that desired to use them.

Brandon would pay for the atrocities he committed.

The column finally reached the grand palace at the heart of Dis. Brandon awaited, dressed in regal finery like some Emperor of old. A young Japanese woman clung to his arm, her face haughty and imperious. At the head of the column, Samurai marched with back straight, his three concubines at his heels. They were among the few women not chained.

The Samurai knelt while his three women prostrated themselves.

“Great God-King,” the Samurai boomed. “I return with tributes. Our forces were victorious against the petty demon who controlled the Sulfur Plains. After our victory, we routed a force of Lilithites and captured many of their women.”

Brandon—his body sculpted from his fat, balding mortal form into a hulking Adonis—nodded in approval as his eyes scanned us. “My queen and I are pleased with you.”

“You have extended Justice’s reach,” the queen purred, her eyes falling on the prisoners. She smiled, pointing at the chained prisoners. “Bring her forward to please my husband.”

Crystal screamed in horror as she was seized by the soldiers. “Please, no,” Crystal sobbed as she was unchained and pulled forward. “I don’t like men!”

“Be strong, Crystal,” I shouted. “Remember who you worship.”

“Lilith!” the young woman cried.

But Babylon, her mother, screamed as she fought against her chain. “No! Not my daughter, you pig! I’ll kill you!”

The God-Queen licked her lips. Then she seized Crystal’s blonde hair and yanked her in for a kiss. The bitch was just as horrible as Brandon. I winced as her fingernails mauled at Crystal’s breasts, the poor girl shaking and moaning in pain.

“You bitch! I’ll fucking kill you!” Babylon howled.

A soldier cracked Babylon across the head with a spear. I pulled at my own chain. Rage filled me, but I didn’t have enough power to take on Brandon. I could feel it radiating off of him. So many souls served him and his wife.

I fixed a murderous stare at Brandon, hating the lust in his eyes as he watched his wife hurt Crystal, his cock swelling in his rich robes. He was a monster. I would see him topple one day.

How far away are you? I sent to my wife.

An hour, she answered. We’re moving as fast as possible. Be strong.

I forced myself to be strong. I was Lilith’s High Priestess. I had to be in control for all these women. As the rest of us were herded out of the square, I witnessed Crystal being thrown down to the ground. Brandon fell upon her, thrusting his cock into the young woman. Her screams followed as we were shoved in with hundreds of other women.

I pushed down the pain for Crystal as I stared at these other women. They hadn’t yet submitted to Brandon. Many bore wounds, obvious signs of their struggle against his brutality. A plan formed in my mind as our chains were taken off. These women needed to learn about Lilith and how much the Goddess cared for them.

A woman was dragged forward out of the crowd, led by a pudgy man, his cock thrusting hard before him. The woman was thrown down. Her body had been whipped. An acrid reek filled my nose. Urine matted her auburn hair and dripped off her body.

“I am Simon,” the man declared. “I am the one that decides your fate! You can be like this whore, defying our great God-King and—”

“He’s not a god,” the piss-soaked woman hissed.

Simon kicked her in the stomach.

My fists clenched.

“You can be like this whore and keep defying our God-King, or you can submit.” Simon smiled. It did not touch his beady eyes. “The most beautiful will join the Gods’ private harem. Those who are pretty will serve in the palace. The rest will serve the soldiers and keep their morale up. You shall be protected from the horrors of Hell, but only if you submit. Resist and be punished. Defy me, and be punished.” Simon licked his lips, leering at a young, nubile woman. “Please me, and you shall be rewarded.”

I stepped forward, my hands on my hips. “Or you can serve Lilith,” I snarled, “and be free from rape entirely.”

Simon goggled at me. He recovered quickly, a look of wild glee forming in his eyes. A whip flashed into being in his hand, made of braided, black leather that coiled sinuously across the ground at his feet. Simon growled as he flicked his wrist.

The whip’s tip snapped at my face.

I wasn’t afraid. I had power enough to fight this pissant. I caught his whip with my hand, not even feeling the pain of its stinging plow, and ripped it out of his grip. He gasped with fish-eyed stupidity at me as I twisted the whip around, grasping the handle.

“You like to rape helpless women,” I howled, striding forward.

The whipped woman looked up, her eyes widening.

“You enjoy inflicting pain on us?” I cracked the whip, slashing it across Simon’s face.

Blood spurted.

Simon stumbled back, reeling from the blow. The whipped woman kicked out her foot, tripping him. He fell hard on his ass, his hand clutching the wound on his cheek, blood spilling over his fingers. The pain I inflicted rained like little drops upon my soul.

New power.

“What?” he gaped as he struggled to stand. “How?”

“You think to hurt those protected by Lilith?” I snarled, snapping the whip down again.

CRACK!

He howled in agony, a bright line ripped across his chest.

“You disgusting!”

CRACK!

“Verminous!”

CRACK!

“Man!”

CRACK!

“Who are you?” the whipped woman asked. She stood up, piss dripping off of her. She stared at me in awe while Simon blubbered beside her, bleeding and hurt.

I handed her the whip. “I am Chantelle, High Priestess of the Goddess Lilith.”

The woman seized the whip. “A Goddess, huh?”

“One who loves every woman. She wants you all to be free. She sent me to do just that.” I looked around and yelled. “Give me your allegiance! Pledge your souls to your new Goddess and we shall escape this foul city! You are weak individually, but together, we can be just as powerful as that cock-sucker Brandon.”

CRACK!

The woman smiled as she stared down at the sobbing Simon, the whip gripped tight in her hand. Then she looked at me, such hope in her eyes. “I’ll follow your goddess.” She laughed as she looked back down at the blubbering bastard. “My name is Wendy, pig!” she screeched as she cracked her whip across the whimpering man’s body again and again.

“I’ll follow!” another woman shouted.

“If you free us from this hellhole, I’ll worship Lilith!”

Power flooded me as I gained more and more souls.

* * *

Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub

“Mother,” Cora growled as she strode forward, her clawed fingers dripping with blood. “Brandon’s scouts have been neutralized. They have not spotted us. The gates of Dis remain open.”

Are you nearby? Chantelle screamed in my mind.

Yes, I sent. We’re in position to attack.

Good!

Power flooded me. My wife was recruiting new worshipers. Every moment, the energy we shared swelled and swelled. I flexed my hand, glancing over at Bray Colton at the head of his army. I wasn’t pleased he’d married Lamia or that we had to ally with a man, but we had little choice.

“Will you attack?” I demanded of the Lord Mayor.

“What does your wife report?” Bray asked.

“She’s ready to make her escape.”

“Then we attack!” Bray snarled. “Let’s end the murderous reign of the God-King.”

* * *

Emi Yoshida

I smiled as Crystal was dragged off to the holding yard. The young woman had resisted Justice, and the pain I had inflicted on her flesh burned through me. My pussy itched for release. I scanned about, my eyes falling on the Samurai’s concubines.

Orihime, Hikaru, and Chisato were regal and beautiful. The three beauties had the poise of true geisha complete with all their erotic grace. Their nubile flesh bled through the translucent silk of their yukatas. I wanted them.

But I couldn’t touch them.

I hated the agreement my husband made with the Samurai.

I licked my lips, staring at Orihime’s ripe breasts. I wanted to suckle on them. I wanted to hear her sweet voice cry out in pleasure before she fell to her knees and licked my pussy. I wanted all three of them, but Orihime was the most beautiful.

As the Samurai addressed his men, his women drifted into the palace.

I followed, my hips swaying. The young women giggled, watching the palace servants traipse about naked and collared, bearing trays of food. Sustenance wasn’t necessary in Hell, but it still was pleasant to eat. The three entered a banquet hall loaded with every delight imaginable.

Orihime moved to a table bearing chocolate delicacies, plucking one up. Her painted-red lips opened and swallowed the dark treat. The other pair drifted towards a group of women dancing to drums, the music primal and pulsing. The Samurai’s officers were there, clapping and hooting as they celebrated their victory with the palace’s whores.

Orihime was alone.

My pussy itched. I stalked to her.

“Attend me,” I commanded the woman, seizing her arm.

“God-Queen?” she gasped as I pulled her from the table and out of the room. “Where are we going?”

“You are a radiant creature,” I purred at her as I led her down a corridor.

She swallowed, her feet slowing her pace. Impatient, I yanked on her arm, dragging her with me. Her white-painted face tensed, her eyes flashing about. “I need to return to my Lord,” she purred. “I must attend to him.”

“Chisato and Hikaru can care for the Samurai,” I purred. “I need you.”

“But… I’m only his.”

I shoved her against the wall and pressed my body tight on hers. I kissed her plump, sweet lips. She squirmed, trying to turn away as my tongue wormed into her mouth. She tasted delicious, heavenly. Her pillowy breasts pressed against my own through her yukata. My lusts burned.

My hands found her leg beneath the short robe’s hem. I slid higher, disappearing beneath it. She squeezed her legs tight to pin my hand, struggling to protect her virtue. It only inflamed me more. I kissed her harder as my hand climbed higher and higher.

I cupped her hairless twat.

“God-Queen!” she squeaked, finally breaking our kiss. “I’m only his. No one else may touch me.”

“And I am your goddess,” I purred. I sucked on her ear as I stroked her pussy lips, caressing her delicate folds.

“No, no!” she protested as I caressed her. She shuddered, her flesh hot, growing wet at my touch. “This isn’t right.”

“Yes, it is,” I purred. “Submit to me. I’ll show you pleasures your Samurai can never—”

Great horns sounded, ringing through the palace’s corridors.

“What?” I asked, looking up in confusion.

Orihime squirmed out of my grasp.

“My Lord!” she shouted, dashing down the hall towards her master. Where had he come from?

The Samurai stared at me from behind his demonic war mask. I smiled at him, licking my fingers clean of his concubine’s juices. They tasted delicious. One day, I would experience all the delights sweet Orihime possessed.

“What is going on?” I asked, striding forward, unconcerned that he was armed and armored. I was a goddess. I commanded Justice.

“I do not know,” the Samurai answered, his eyes hard. “But those horns come from the direction of the holding yard.”

“Well, you better run along and attend to it,” I purred. “I’ll keep an eye on your concubine for you. She will be quite safe.”

Orihime trembled, clutching at him from behind.

“She is safest at my side,” he growled. His other two concubines were behind him, watching with apprehension. Those two sluts must have fetched him.

“As you wish.” I shrugged and smiled as I sauntered past.

One day, I would enjoy his women. The Samurai couldn’t keep them by his side forever. I had eternity to be patient.

* * *

Chantelle Paquet-Holub

My new followers burst through the guards and flooded out of the square. I cheered for joy, leading the new worshipers of Lilith to freedom. The men, their rapists, were torn to pieces by the frenzy of women, as wild as the bacchanalia of Greek mythology.

I seized one of the guards’ most intimate weapon. He howled as I squeezed his fleshy organ and ripped it from his body. I savored the rapist’s agony. At my side, Supergirl, the former man, joined me, screaming her rage as she stomped another soldier’s face into the dirt.

“To the gate!” I roared, tugging on all the souls. “Our freedom.”

We poured through the streets, screaming with wild joy. Pure ecstasy. Nothing could stop us. We were the ocean coming to sweep this city clean of its filth. I cackled as I led my women, savoring the blood of our would-be rapist running down my hands. Horns sounded throughout the city, the disorganized call of the men.

I rounded the corner onto the main street that led to the gate. Our freedom in hand.

The Samurai stood before us riding upon his demonic nightmare, his three whores at his back, and an army of spearmen forming up behind him. A forest of bristling death, a forest of pointed shafts, stood between us and freedom. They advanced, moving almost as one, their footsteps booming down the metallic streets. The Samurai drew his katana. His three whores, riding side-saddle behind him on their own nightmares, seemed as calm as if it was a Sunday jaunt.

More soldiers poured into the streets from around us. I focused on the Samurai and shot out my newfound power, lashing out with a fist made of pure force at the red-clad monster. I poured all my hate into smashing his snarling war mask and beating him down to a pulp.

His sword slashed, meeting my invisible power. The air rang like a gong, the brass plates of the street bending and warping as power exploded around him. The energy slammed into brass buildings, crumbling walls.

The Samurai stood calm, his nightmare snorting fire.

He drew on Brandon’s power. Despite all the souls I’d gained, the bastard God-King was like an ocean to my lake.

A rising tide of fear swallowed my elation.

* * *

The Samurai

I stared at the leader of the escaped prisoners, anger seething through me. That whore Emi had touched one of my loves. She swore to never molest my women, and she broke her word. I gripped my sword, barely caring about the escaped prisoners.

I should just walk away. I shouldn’t keep my oath to Brandon if his queen was so false.

But the risks were so great. I had my Orihime, Chisato, and Hikaru to worry about. If it was just me, I would ride out of this city and let Brandon lead his own troops. Without me, they would lose their discipline and become a mindless, raping horde again.

The black-haired woman screamed something at the others as I advanced before my men, my concubines behind me. That was where they were safest. I could never let them out of my sight in Hell. This place was evil. No one could be trusted with my loves.

The leader of the escaped prisoners, the very woman who’d led the ambush on my column two days past, pointed to the left. I believe her name was Chantelle. Some sort of Priestess to Lilith. She had beauty and grace, standing with poise before my advance. A magnificent woman.

The women fled down a side street, her power barreling through a squadron of my men. I pictured the streets of Dis, seeing them laid out in my mind. She could reach the gates that way. I could cut them off. If I turned around, went a few blocks and then took a left, I could intercept them on their way to the gate and crush them.

But why?

I pursued them instead. Let the women escape. Let Brandon and his queen suffer that humiliation. If they wanted to break their word, why should I put all my effort into leading their armies?

The women fled before my forces while Chantelle warped the brass streets, creating barricade after barricade. I smiled behind my mask. She was smart. Now I had even more of an excuse to give them distance.

“Tear it down,” I ordered my men. I sat astride my demonic horse and watched the women fall back. I would chase them out of the city and beyond. If the women were crafty, they would escape.

If not, I would do my duty. I wouldn’t entirely shirk it.

Orihime’s nightmare reined up beside me. Her hand reached out, touching my armored fist, her face calm. Chisato came up on my other side, her hand falling on my shoulder. They knew I gave the prisoners a chance to escape. They agreed with my decision.

My three concubines were all who really mattered. Serving Brandon kept them safe.

For now.

* * *

Brandon Fitzsimmons

I stared out at the battle raging before my city. The Samurai led my forces, engaging the army that had appeared out of nowhere to rescue the escaped women. That fucking whore Wendy was out there. Those women were all mine.

I clenched my fist in anger.

The attacking force had demons and monsters. Their numbers were almost equal to mine. But the Samurai seemed to be winning. I watched as he slowly drove them back. Bit by bit, the disorganized enemy army fell back before the Samurai’s rigid discipline.

But it was so close.

“Here’s the idiot you put in charge of the holding pen, God-King” Milly growled, throwing the fat, blubbering Simon at my feet. “I found him hiding in the ovens. I think he missed Lucifer’s torture.”

“Please, great God-King,” blubbered Simon, blood dripping from long, slicing wounds across his body. “The new women were demons in disguise. They pretended to be weak, but they were so powerful.”

His body had been badly beaten by the escaping women. Several bones were broken, and his skin was marred by cuts and welts. My cock hardened as an idea formed. With a thought, the knife sprang into Milly’s hand. Hannah fell to her knees, her mouth opening to swallow my cock. She sucked hard as Simon screamed. Milly laughed louder as she flayed the man.

“Justice,” purred my wife as Yunjin licked and nuzzled at her pussy.

Simon kept howling after his skin had been removed. He would suffer in pain for eternity for letting Wendy escape. I glanced at the battle. The enemy forces withdrew, fleeing towards the Sulfur Plains.

The Samurai did not follow.

I came into Hannah’s mouth twice by the time the Samurai and his three concubines reached the battlements. His armor clinked as he marched to me, his three women moving with grace behind him. None gave the site of the bloody, flayed Simon a glance, though his women did step daintily around the pools of blood.

“Why didn’t you follow?” I demanded.

“If there are more to their forces,” the Samurai answered, “we would be crushed out there. That army is powerful. It was close for a time.”

“They stole my women!”

The Samurai didn’t flinch. “You need more power to contend with them. They fled east to the plains. Clearly, powerful demons rule out there. They thought to take the city. Had my army still been in the field, they would have succeeded in conquering Dis.”

I swallowed, glancing at the retreating army. Had I really come so close to utter defeat?

“You need to consolidate your power and expand slowly,” the Samurai said. “Perhaps to the west. My scouts report three lesser domains we could easily conquer.”

“We do have all eternity,” Emi purred, coming up alongside me. “One day we will crush them and reclaim our women.”

I nodded my head. “Fine. Samurai, draw up your plans to expand while leaving enough men to hold Dis.”

“As you command, God-King.” The Samurai bowed in his armor, then turned, his women following.

Snarling, I watched the attacking army disappear into the rugged, red rocks. One day I would crush them.

* * *

Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub

I pulled my wife into the tent when the army stopped marching to rest. Our lips met in a passionate meeting, tongue dancing. I stroked her black hair, holding her tight as we fell to the pillows. It was so wonderful to clutch her again.

You’re safe, I whispered in her mind, relief flooding inside me.

Because of you, Chantelle answered.

Even though Chantelle and the women had escaped the city on their own, the Samurai and his army were on their heels. If Bray Colton and his forces hadn’t been there to block the Samurai, I knew my wife wouldn’t have escaped.

It was a shame we didn’t have the forces to take Dis and instead had to retreat.

But that didn’t matter right now.

I kissed my wife with hunger. I groaned as her hands found my large breasts. Her fingers kneaded my tits, digging into my flesh. Tingles raced down my body. I groaned in the kiss, my tongue dueling with hers.

My pussy grew wet with excitement. My clit throbbed and begged to sprout into a full cock. I loved that ability. I didn’t fight it. I moaned into the kiss as my dick swelled. It thrust from the folds of my pussy and pressed into her flat belly. It throbbed against her skin, absorbing the silky feel of her.

Chantelle, giggling, broke the kiss. “Mmm, you did miss me.”

“Always.” I smiled as I cupped her delicate face.

As I went in to kiss her again, the tent flap flew aside and Lamia ducked her head to enter. The succubus daughter of my wife and Lilith had a hesitant look on her face, her violet hair falling about her perfect breasts. Lamia exuded sex almost as much as Lilith did.

“Mother,” she whimpered.

Chantelle looked up at her. My wife’s eyes narrowed. “You married a man.”

“And a woman, Mother,” Lamia said, stepping closer. “I did what I had to for our people and our goddess.”

Chantelle’s face was tight for a moment, then she relaxed. She released my tits and moved away from me. I sat back on my rump, my girl-cock throbbing before me. My wife threw her arms open wide, an invitation for Lamia.

“You did.” Chantelle smiled. “I understand.”

Lamia’s face burst into a wide smile. Then she fell to her knees before me. She cuddled up to Chantelle and kissed her mother on the lips. My wife moaned in delight. Kissing Lamia was invigorating.

Almost as exciting as kissing Lilith.

My girl-cock throbbed hard as I watched the incestuous passion. My wife moaned in delight. Her clit sprouted into a dick, growing harder and thicker with the beat of her hard. I smiled and grasped her swelling shaft, stroking her blossoming girth.

Lamia’s hand joined mine.

We stroked her mother together, pumping our hands up and down that big, thick cock. Lamia moaned and purred, her fingers brushing mine. I gripped my wife’s shaft higher up, my palm stroking the spongy crown. My wife’s precum lubed my strokes.

“I’m happy you understand, Mother,” Lamia purred when she broke their naughty kiss. “And I’m so happy you’re free.”

Chantelle groaned as Lamia and my hands stroked her. My wife’s eyes dazzled. “I’m happy to see you again, my daughter.”

Chantelle’s hand grabbed my girl-cock. She stroked my shaft. I shuddered in delight, my pussy clenching as I loved the bliss. I pumped my hand faster, massaging the tip of my wife’s dick and making her eyes sparkle.

Lamia let out a purr of delight and, still stroking Chantelle’s shaft, bent over. She licked the tip of my cock. Her fluttering tongue danced over it. I released my wife’s cock as the pleasure surged through me. Groaning, I lay on my back and savored the bliss of Lamia’s mouth.

Lamia shifted with a limberness that no human could attain. Though she looked it, she wasn’t. She sucked hard on my cock as I squirmed. At the same time, she straddled Chantelle’s waist. I groaned at the way her body contorted, almost serpent-like, so that she could suck me and mount her mother.

Chantelle gasped as Lamia sank her pussy down on her mother’s dick. My wife stretched out beside me, her face twisting as she enjoyed her daughter’s cunt. Lamia sank to the hilt on my wife’s dick while sucking with hunger on my girl-cock. The naughty succubus felt amazing.

“That’s so hot,” I gasped. “Ride her.”

“Yes, yes, ride my dick!” moaned my wife. “Ooh, you’re such a good daughter.”

Lamia purred around my shaft, the humming bliss shooting down my dick to my juicy cunt. Then the succubus sucked harder on my cock. My ovaries tightened. Her tongue danced around me, the pressure building at the tip of my shaft.

As my pleasure grew, Lamia rode her mother’s dick. She rolled her hips, bringing moans from Chantelle. Lamia’s breasts jiggled as she worked. Her purple hair swayed about her hungry face as she pleased us both.

Lamia’s tongue darted about my cock as she sucked me. I shuddered in delight, then gasped as her fingers caressed and stroked my pussy. She added such a wicked delight to our fun. My heart beat faster and faster.

“Ooh, you’re such a naughty daughter,” moaned my wife.

“Yes, she is,” I gasped, my girl-dick throbbing in Lamia’s hungry mouth.

I groaned as she shoved two fingers into my cunt. She pumped them in and out of my snatch, the pleasure rippling up to meet the delight spilling down my dick. My body shuddered as she pleased both halves of me.

The dual delights mixed, my orgasm coming closer and closer to bursting inside of me. I trembled, my breasts rising and falling as this wicked delight surged through me. I moaned, my fingers flexing and relaxing. The wicked heat building and building in my cunt.

“Suck my wife’s cock,” moaned Chantelle. “Make her cum so hard, then drink all her cum down like a good girl.”

“She’s definitely that,” I panted.

I leaned over and captured my wife’s lips in a kiss. Heat burned through me as I moaned into Chantelle’s mouth. Our tongues danced and played. My dick throbbed. My pussy clenched on Lamia’s wonderful fingers.

My wife’s hand groped my large breast. She squeezed my tit, gripping it as she groaned into our kiss. My pussy clamped down on Lamia’s fingers. Her mouth sucked so hard, bringing me closer and closer to erupting.

I shuddered, my ovaries tightening. Lamia’s fingers stirred up my pussy. She twisted them inside of me and curled them. She stroked down the top of my pussy walls. I gasped into my wife’s lips as the naughty succubus found my G-spot.

She massaged it.

I broke the kiss and howled out, “Yes, yes, yes!”

My orgasm exploded through me.

Pleasure shot through my body. Bliss washed out of my convulsing cunt. My cum fired into Lama’s hungry mouth. She swallowed my girl-jizz, drinking down all my seed as she continued to ride her mother’s cock.

My pussy spasmed around her fingers. She wiggled them inside of me as she sucked the cum out of my ovaries. My girl-dick kept erupting. I bucked, stars bursting before my vision. My tits heaved, Chantelle groping my left one.

“Yes, yes, cum down my daughter’s throat,” she moaned. “Ooh, you love it.”

“I do!” I howled.

The last spurt of cum fired from my cock. My orgasm peaked. Lamia swallowed it. Then she popped her mouth off my dick. She rose straight, her perfect breasts jiggling as she worked her pussy up and down on Chantelle’s big dick.

“Oh, yes, Mother,” Lamia moaned, groping her tits. My cum ran down her chin. “I love your cock.”

“Fuck me!” moaned my wife. “Be a good girl and make me cum!”

“Yes, yes, fuck your mother,” I gasped, coming down from my orgasmic high.

Chantelle’s face contorted. She thrust her hips up into Lamia’s sopping pussy. Her small breasts jiggled as she squirmed. Then her face contorted. I knew her girl-cum fired into Lamia’s hungry pussy. The purple-haired succubus shuddered and writhed.

“Yes, yes, milk my cock!” howled my wife as she bucked through her pleasure.

“Ooh, you’re firing all that cum into my pussy, Mommy!” howled Lamia, her body shuddering through her pleasure.

“Goddess, that’s hot to watch,” I moaned.

They both trembled, Lamia’s back arching. Then their orgasms peaked. They both panted and moaned, coming down from their incestuous highs. I was so glad to share this naughty moment with my wife and step-daughter.

“Yes, yes, Mother!” panted Lamia. “I love it when you cum in me!”

“Me, too,” I giggled, my hands playing with Chantelle’s stomach.

Lamia slipped off my wife and lay on Chantelle’s other side. The succubus’s pussy dripped with my wife’s cum. I licked my lips. That looked so tasty. Chantelle saw my gaze. “Go lick my daughter out,” she laughed, slapping my ass, “and I’ll fuck your pussy.”

“What a lovely idea,” I smiled, leaning over to bury my face between Lamia’s legs. Salty cum and sweet pussy juices exploded on my tongue.

Chantelle wiggled out from beneath me and moved behind me. She grasped my hips, raising me up, eager to bury her cock in me. She rubbed it on the tip, driving it into my pussy. I shuddered, squeezing down in delight.

“High Priestesses,” a voice hissed before one of the Nirah, a species of Lilith’s monstrous daughters, burst in.

“What now,” I muttered.

I looked up Lamia’s pussy to stare at a Nirah named Iris. Her tall, sinuous body moved with a serpent’s grace, a pink tongue flicking out from between her lush lips. Her skin was light green and shiny, almost like scales, and her eyes were slitted.

“Yes?” I demanded as Chantelle hammered my pussy, filling me with her big dick.

“I had a vision,” Iris moaned. Nirah were diviners. “I know where Mother is!”

“You found Lilith?” I gasped.

* * *

Lilith

I knelt, shuddering in delight as the Ghost pounded my pussy.

I should hate this. I should hate him. He was a man.

And yet his touch brought such joy.

Around me, his other women moaned and panted, loving each other as they watched him take me. His invisible hands groped my heavy breasts as he plunged his cock into me again and again. I shuddered, pushing back into his thrusts.

“Cum in me,” I moaned. “Please, Ghost. I need it. Cum in me!”

This was my life now. I was his whore.

And I loved it.

My silver hair flew as he buried his cock into me. My new master’s hands squeezed my tits as he spilled his cum in me. I felt every hot pulse of his jizz firing into my pussy. My orgasm exploded, shuddering through me. I quivered and bucked as the bliss burned through me.

“Good one?” Rhonda May asked as she cuddled with her twin sister, both auburn-haired beauties beaming at me.

“Yes,” I smiled, collapsing on the ground. “You want to lick me clean?”

“I reckon I do,” Rhonda May nodded.

Being the Ghost’s concubine was a wonderful experience. My fate could have been far worse.

To be continued…

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