Underworld of the Chevaan

Part VIII

Fractures

The demons dragged the sobbing, cum stained prisoner closer to Satyra, close enough for the red headed priestess to make out the individual globs of semen covering her face. The girl's lithe brown body trembled as she fought to recover from the exhausting repeated double rapes.

'Gonna play a game,' the chief said, still tweaking Satyra's plump white breast. 'Gonna see which cunt can make other scream the nicest.' He released Satyra and ambled over to the young brunette, running his claws through her bobbed black hair so she lifted her chin. As the girls' head came up the chief presented his cock in front of her and to the ram-horned Chevaan's disgust she compliantly began kissing and licking the scaled shaft. The Yukhoth smiled down at his slave. 'Cunt who can make other scream best, gets to rest a while.'

Satyra flexed her muscles, twisting a little in dreadful anticipation. 'I won't play,' she said firmly.

The trollish demon shrugged and turned to look down at the ducky beauty servicing his stiffened member. 'Will it make the cunt scream for us?' he asked

The girl looked up then glanced over at the bound priestess. Satyra met her gaze from the slab. 'They can do anything to our bodies,' she said to the girl, her voice even and firm, 'but they can only take our souls if we let them.'

The girl blinked but said nothing, her dark eyes travelling along the length of the Chevaan's nude form. The Underworld magic had already healed much of the damage from the whips, but the remaining welts and bruises, coupled with the lingering pain on the satyr-woman's face, told of the anguish she had already endured. The girl let her eyes rest on Satyra's cleft between her spread thighs, less than a foot from her face, then looked up to meet the Priestesses level stare again. Then she smiled wickedly.

The lead Yukhoth smiled to and released his hold on the girl's hair. Without instruction the brunette rose and stepped towards the shackled priestess, smiling the whole time.

'You don't have to do this,' Satyra said, her eyes and the girls locked together, but she already knew it was futile. The look in those deep dark eyes was of hope mixed with malice; this girl was prepared to do anything for a moments respite from her masters' attentions, including inflict the suffering she herself endured on another helpless victim. As she climbed up beside Satyra on the stone slab the lascivious movements of her tanned body were all designed to entertain the demons who had just moment before brutally gang-fucked her, just so she could enjoy a brief interlude to her eternal torments.

The slave girl moved up alongside Satyra on the slab, her soft hands reaching out to caress the fully healed skin of the chained woman's abdomen. They travelled up over the ridge of her sternum and between the rises of her ample chest, teasing lightly with a feather touch, then travelling up the crest of one of these soft orbs to cup the nipple, squeezing gently. The whole time the girl kept her eyes on Satyra's, a look of growing triumph in her eyes as she started to realise that her fellow prisoner was not only unable but unwilling to resist her. Satyra held her eyes with her own, her gaze unflinching as the girls hands touched her with undeserved intimacy.

The girl shifted her weight a little, pressing down on the tit she was holding, applying pressure so that it was squashed out around the prison of her fingers. Those digits closed inwards, pinching the rounded flesh in an ever tightening grip, then twisting cruelly. Satyra did not move but winced as the pain started to grow in her trapped breast-mound, the passion now lighting the gaze of her tormentor a sign that this was not just a matter of survival for her fellow captive; the girl was enjoying hurting her just as she herself had been abused by the demons.

'Mmmmm, that must be uncomfortable,' said a lilting voice beside her, and Satyra moved her head to see Sadiste standing by the head of the stone slab, leaning back to inspect the continuing abuse of the red-heads breasts. 'I'll bet their still tender from the whipping, too.'

Satyra said nothing, especially since Sadiste was fully correct and the evil pinching and yanking of her boob was making her eyes water a little. The girl was straddling her now and using both hands to manipulate the vulnerable mammaries, while the Yukhoth cheered her on.

'You know, I don't think this little bitch gives a flying fuck that you don't want to hurt her,' the crimson skinner Sadiste continued, turning around and leaning over to put her face near to Satyra's own. One red finger traced the outline of the suffering Chevaan's left horn. 'I think she's just getting off on hurting you .'

The girl brought her full weight down on Satyra's gorgeous breasts and dug her nails in, gouging the nipples with her thumbs. She pulled hard, lifting the priestess a little from the slab by her full flesh-melons and then slamming her back against the stone. Satyra blinked away tears. 'I'm not playing your sick little games,' she said through gritted teeth as the abuse continued, worsened.

'Whatever you want,' Sadiste replied casually, still fingering the horns smooth curve. 'I daresay your young friend here isn't going to complain. She's from a country called Egypt, by the way. She was a slave there, too, when she was alive. They can be very hard on their slaves, I believe. Very…imaginative. But you'll find that out for yourself soon enough.'

The girl got a finger and thumb grip on Satyra's nipples and pinched brutally, pulling them in toward the centre. Satyra sucked in air and murmured a pained retort, felling her nubs being twisted and the nerves conducting their howl of protest through her breasts. She moved her head to shoot a curse at the leering demoness, but the red skinned hellion had vanished as suddenly and silently as she had appeared.

Apparently oblivious to the exchange that had just occurred, the Egyptian girl continued her attentions to Satyra's c swelling breasts, dipping her head to flick the nipples with a pick wet tongue. The process stirred the oval buds to even greater hardness, making the priestess wriggle a little – those pale pink nerve clusters were still sensitive from being flayed by the Yukhoth's whips, and the stimulation of the girls generous mouth muscle was sending messages to Satyra's brain that brought a completely undesired response, one that the red-head desperately hoped that Sadiste never became aware of.

Abandoning her licking the girl grabbed one of the chained woman's tits in another firm grip, just hard enough to become uncomfortable. Holding tight she pulled the peak of flesh into her mouth, forming a seal with her lips and sucking diligently. Satyra felt her imprisoned boob-crest pulled into the slave girl's orifice by the vacuum as the tongue within continued its attentions, running all around the surface of the smooth mam-mountain, forcing Satyra to close her eyes to try and block out the ever mounting stimulation. The Yukhoth were masturbating openly again by now, as the Egyptian raised her hips to give them a good view of her ass and the pouting pussy they had so recently been savagely pummelling with their fuck-staffs. Satyra's own fem-meat pouted less than a foot below, two prime pieces of pussy hovering near each other making the jerking movements of the demons hands on their pricks even more enthusiastic.

Satyra pressed her lips into a thin line. She couldn't believe any woman would so willingly debase herself for the enjoyment of her rapists. Was there no limit to what this girl would sink to?

Then the Egyptian abandoned her sucking, pinning one diamond hard nipple between her teeth and biting down hard.

'Aaaahhhhhrrrrrrrr!!!' The exclamation of pain flew from Satrya's lips before she could prevent it, feeling the nubbin of her teat ground between the white ridges of the girl's teeth. The dusky Egyptian smiled up at her from where her mouth was clamped around her breast and shifted, using her back molars to get at the abused nipple, chewing and grinding at it while Satyra shook her head from side to side and felt hot tears coursing from her green eyes.

With undisguised glee the naked slave girl used her sharp teeth to savage Satyra's prominent girl-mounds, scratching and pinching with her hands while she bit and chewed at the vulnerable white orbs. Soon bruises and teeth marks could be seen on the pale skin whenever the beauteous desert waif moved her head to inflict misery onto to some new patch of soft smooth womanliness, while the helpless priestess trembled in pain and indignation.

Grabbing the side of one of those exquisite boobs the girl brought it to her mouth, snapping down hard and biting for all she was worth, hard enough to pierce the skin and draw blood. Satyra gave another cry of pain and fought in her chains, feeling the Egyptian's teeth ripping her flesh and the hot flow of blood again coming forth to mingle with the sheen of sweat and saliva covering her shaking chest melons. She yelped and moaned as the process was repeated over and over, until every inch of her naked tits felt bruised, battered and swollen by the dark skinned sluts vicious attack.

Sitting up the girl looked down at the priestess chained beneath her, licking the salty blood from her lips and leering in triumph. She seemed utterly without remorse at the hurt she had caused her fellow prisoner. Holding onto the hurting breasts she rubbed her pubis against Satyra's hips and lower abdomen, frigging herself shamelessly while the Yukhoth standing about called encouragement and jerked vile fluids from the ends of their scaly pizzles. Satyra looked up at her tormentor through her dishevelled red hair, panting in pain and mounting anger in time to the breathy gasps of the Dark girl's moans of joy as she used the prisoner's helpless body to pleasure herself.

The Yukhoth leader cam to stand next to the girls as she straddled Satyra, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward him so that her could whisper into her ear where was covered by the shiny black coif of her straight bobbed hair. The girl listened, keeping her dark eyes fixed on Satrya's all green ones, nodding as she received instructions. Then the demon let her go and she moved back up to balance over the ram-horned priestess.

Still staring at Satyra, the girl released her grip on the Chevaan's sore tits and leaned back, reclining her weight against the bound prisoner's pelvis and moving her legs so that her knees come up beneath Satyra's armpits and she was kneeling with her toes either side of the red-heads sensual waist. One hand came up to cup one of her own modest tits, caressing it gently in marked contrast to e relentless abuse she had inflicted on Satyra's own bruised mammaries. She smiled as her fingers tweaked her brown nipples playfully, rocking herself gently on the Chevaan's lap to continue the stimulation of her womanly parts while her tight brown ass cheeks massaged the chained holy-woman's inner thighs. Satyra's only response to this new lechery was to continue to glare up at the other woman, full of frustration as her full round breasts slowly healed themselves of their latest hurts.

With exaggerated sensuality the Egyptian minx slid her hand from the nipple down towards her belly, past her navel and on down to where the shadow of her feminine cleft rested near Satyra's own vale of desire. Light brown fingers sought put the puckered tan lips and wiggled beyond, teasing and tickling as the girl worked on her own pleasure centre, gently masturbating herself atop the shackled prisoner. Her eyes closed and little moans of pleasure dribbled from her lips as her body rocked and undulated to a sexual rhythm.

Satyra watched the shameless display in disbelief and disgust, shocked that any woman would debase herself so willingly for her captors. As she fought to ignore the persistent rubbing of the Dark girls tight ass against her nether regions, she noticed the little tramps other arm moving behind her body as she leaned back, exposing more of her fingers sex-play to view but also allowing her hand to move down to where Satyra's own labia lay nestled near the slave-girls buttocks. Those expert digits quickly found the Chevaan's entrance and pushed the outer gates aside to brush the pink slit within with tender scorn. The satyr-woman's efforts to close her legs to the invasion were futile as the groaning desert waif continued to rock back and frig herself with her right hand as her left began to tease and rub Satyra's female anatomy in earnest.

Watching the gathered demon henchmen took in the spectacle of their will-less fuck toy wanking joyfully while she finger raped the struggling red haired beauty. The dark girl moved her hips in a soft gyration as she rode the stubborn Chevaan cunt and used her other hand to worm her way into the heart of the priestess' pussy, sliding her fingers in and out as she massaged the hidden nub of the pale woman's sex. Their hands were a blur as they tugged at their phallic organs and drops of devil cum coated the stone floor.

For her part Satyra let her head fall back as waves of pleasure began to radiate from the waif's skilled caress, filling the hot space between her legs and then spreading out through her body. She closed her eyes but could not close her mind to the tingling as it ran up through her belly and across the curved surface of her breast, making the nipples stand to attention as she instinctively arched her back ever so slightly in response. Satyra wanted to make herself neutral to the heat coursing through her flesh, but nothing her mind could do would stop the rising tide of sexual energy moving through her ever more strongly. She wept quietly at the shame of it as she felt the lithe body of the girl moving on her lap, the memory of that nubile brown body niggling at her as her vagina began to quiver under the assault of pleasure.

Seeing her victim slowly succumbing to her attentions the Egyptian moved quickly, rising off Satyra's lap and spinning around on the slab. As Satyra opened her eyes in surprise she was shocked to find herself suddenly staring up at the dark purple lips of the slave-girl's moistened vagina as the girl settled her crotch over the priestess' face with her own head looking down at the exposed feminine charms of the red-head.

As the odour of the girls juices washed over her the head Yukhoth appeared again to speak. 'Cunt must make other cunt scream,' he rasped, while the curve of Satyra's horns brushed the Dark girl's smooth inner thighs.

Satyra shook her head, red curls drifting across her eyes. 'No,' she hissed.

'Cunt screams itself then,' grunted the demon.

Reaching up the beast grabbed the Egyptians ass and shoved it down, pushing the girls open pussy right onto Satyra's face. The priestess thrashed as the wet woman-meat enveloped her, overpowering her with its humid scent.

For her part the Egyptian lost no time in beginning to rub her inflamed loins on Satyra's face, humping the Chevaan's nose, chin and lips while those wonderful horns caressed her sensitive thighs. As Satyra struggled to get her mouth free to suck in air her efforts only added to the delight the black-haired vixen felt electrifying her love hole. Pinioned to the stone in the midst of her enemies Satyra experienced the humiliation she thought she would never have to endure – to be raped by another female captive!

But the nubile Egyptian had more in mind for her helpless love toy than mere face-fucking. The Yukhoth had made the conditions of the contest clear, and the long suffering daughter of the Nile had no intention of recommencing her eternal torment a second before she had to; not while this foolish fire-haired demon woman was prepared to allow her free reign over her sturdy white body. As her crotch rubbed back and forth across the horned woman lovely face, smearing it with her juices, the tanned girl reached down to part the pussy lips open and vulnerable below her, while at the same time moving her hand towards the short stiff whip left conveniently on the stone by one of the furiously wanking devil trolls.

Satyra felt the fingers invading her again as she struggled to find relief from the musky wetness smothering her, the knowing digits once more gaining access to her feminine sanctuary to betray her with their understanding of its secrets. The fingers pulled the labia aside and stretched her vaginal lips wide, uncomfortably wide, exposing the priestess totally to her torturers. At any moment Satyra knew she would feel the brush of that merciless tongue lapping at her inmost being, turning her into a whore for these unholy scum, making her twitch and moan with pleasure more horrible than death.

Then her universe shattered into a million burning fragments as the crop crashed down into the middle of her sex.

'YYYYYYYRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNFFFFFFFFF!!!!!'

Satyra arched up, ramming her face deep into the slippery cleft of the Egyptian as pain took control of her and made her its bitch. Her chained legs kicked wildly and she wrenched at her wrist chains as her stifled scream vibrated through the pussy of her tormenter, making her groan in abandon.

Feeling the idiot red-heads mouth releasing its pain directly into her pussy, the Egyptian reared back and struck again, eager for more. The stiff hide slashed deep into the pliant pink valley and another muffled wail sent shivers of pleasure through the black haired girls undulating sexiness.

With her fingers dug cruelly into the ultra-sensitive girl-flesh, the Egyptian went to work with the crop mercilessly, tearing into the Chevaan's screaming sex-wound again and again and again. The gaping channel of the ram-horned priestess was soon swollen and bleeding beneath the continuous flogging, the pain and horror of it reducing the owner of that sensuous cavity to a thing of animalistic screams and spasming, erotic convulsions. As she whipped her victim's lacerated cunt 'til it took the priestess to the edge of madness, the Egyptian ground her own sex-flesh down onto Satrya's face. Using the horrific shrieks and mindless thrashing to bring her own self to an unbelievable orgasm, she gyrated atop the howling satyr-woman and released the white-hot flare of energy at the core of her female being, the gorgeous desert tramp barely remembered to keep her lips tightly closed, lest her own screams of pleasure count against her in the demons sadistic reverie.

Beneath the suffocating girl-soaked loins Satyra waged a desperate, losing battle to retain he grip on sanity as the centre of her feminine being was ripped apart lash by brutal lash. There was no hope of containing the pain that was blossoming like an angry sun between her legs, no hope of denying the monstrous violation; no hope at all. Only pain – terrible, awful, soul-shredding pain. It rose and fell like the boiling molten rock that welled from the Earth, every strike of the cruel sharp hide into her womanhood an inferno of suffering that forced the primal screams from her mouth like an eruption of agony. Her body heaved with the force of an earthquake, the flat plains of her abdomen rippling and shifting in an undulating pattern while mountain breasts trembled and danced with tectonic fury. Her arms and legs jerked powerfully at the chains binding them, snapping the coarse metal links taught, blood from her broken flesh oozing around the shackles as she heaved up, crashed back against the pitiless rock, heaved again.

The Yukhoth watching the spectacle were transfixed in their masturbation by the sight of the two gorgeous females, one suffering, one rutting furiously, both their spectacular bodies moving like avatars of sex.

The Egyptian pummelled Satyra's face with her loins, lost in her swelling climax. She moaned like a whore as she continued to whip the Chevaan's pussy, flogging the ultra-tactile pinkness raw and riding the horrific screams drilling into her own tunnel. The far more delicious heat between her thighs rose to a crescendo as she clenched her teeth and came hard, humping Satyra's face while she paused in the twat-flogging to grab tit, her own and Satyra's; the one to tweak and fondle, the other to twist and maul as the orgasm flooded her dusky young body.

Beneath the climaxing waif, the break in the torment lacerating her most sacred space gave Satyra the chance to recover some of her senses. The frantic motion of her sister prisoner and the coursing juices flowing from the cunny in her face told her all she needed to know of what was happening, and as the pain faded slightly it was replaced by disgust, and then quickly to bubbling anger. Satyra would have suffered any torment rather than defile another woman, but this shameless desert slut had sloughed off any sense of decency. Satyra's honour and sacrifice meant nothing to this damned thing, and as she felt the girl straddling her rising and falling in pleasure born of her pain the Priestess thoughts grew as red as the flaming hair tumbling down towards the stone floor. Rage drove out her pain. Rage, and the need for vengeance.

The girl was beginning to slow as her climax ebbed, and she tightened her grip on the whip to employ it once more on the sweet-meat before her. But before she could strike, Satyra seized her chance and acted. As the pussy lips smearing themselves over her lifted slightly, the Priestess jerked her head upward, opened her mouth to encompass those drizzling edges of flesh, and bit!

Above the Egyptian froze in mid groan, feeling her labia suddenly pinned between the red-heads jaws, the teeth biting down hard on the soft pubic meat. She gasped and tried to lift herself up, but the chained woman hung on like and angry hound, trapping the folds of pleasure with her jaws and holding on, biting and gnawing. The brown girl's eyes became frantic as she felt the painful chewing and grinding of her sex, while at the same time Satyr found just enough slack in her chained arms to move her hands round to seize the Egyptians slender ankles, preventing her from further attempt to rise.

Trapped the slave girl became increasingly desperate, teeth clenched to hold back her screams as Satyra savaged her pussy. She threw her body around but could not pull herself free. She tied pushing against Satrya's body with her hands but the vengeful grip of the priestess was too strong. Unable to find any escape the Egyptian again lifted the short whip still in her hand and took aim.

With the taste of the nubile desert-dweller's labia in her mouth Satyra felt the pain once more flare in her mons Eros. But rather than cry out she used the pain to make her bite harder, harder. More torment blazed through her cleft as the Egyptian whipped her ever more frantically, but each stride only tightened her grip as she ground her teeth against the slaves tender fem-cleft.

Now sobbing desperately as her sweat-coated body fought to escape, the girl leaned far over and stabbed her fingers deep into Satyra's sex, prying the flesh either side wide as she sought the half-satyr's ultimate womanliness. Satyra felt the change and shoved her face deep into the minx's pussy, her tongue swirling and probing as the Egyptian tried to keep herself moving. It was a race to see which woman would find the others most intimate secret first.

Satyra felt the whip bite her pussy deep inside, and the nausea almost made her let go her teeth. She shook in pain but hung on. Another blow landed closer to her tiny flesh hood, and her body soaked in sweat writhed, tearing at her bondage, but she hung on. The brown girl used her free hand to rip at Satyra's bouncing tits like claws, ripping the pliant flesh, but the red-head continued. She chewed her way into the Egyptian's she-meat, questing with tooth and tongue, seeking the prize. Fear and desperation lashed her harder than the whip as she felt the strap strike again, less than an inch from her love-nub, the pain extreme. The next blow would surely land squarely on the hood itself and she would be lost.

As the Egyptian raised the whip and gazed down at the revealed target with triumph in her tear-filled dark eyes, Satyra's tongue brushed the hard bump of the girl's clitoris. Without thought of mercy the priestess moved her head and bit!

The shriek that filled the cavern was unbelievable. The Egyptian's whole little form arced back, her spine bent so sharply it seemed it must shatter. Her breasts pointed at the ceiling and her red lips sent forth a scream of ultimate suffering, of grotesque physical anguish mixed with the despair of total defeat, and the knowledge of what it meant.

On the stone slab Satyra tore at her enemy's vulnerable sex with fury. The intimate knowledge of female anatomy, the gentle skill with which she used her red mouth to tease and caress and pleasure Conine's intimate tenderness she now used with merciless fury, making the Egyptian slave suffer horrifically. As she felt and heard her opponent shriek in surrender she felt a wave of triumph, a not-entirely un-sexual warmth that tingled through her body, easing the hurt still throbbing in her whip-slashed womanhood.

About the stone jism flew thick and fast as the demons loosed their most potent load yet at the sight. Blood was flowing down over the white satyr-girls chin and between her breasts as she savaged the Egyptian's cunt with animal rage. The wailing girl dropped the whip and clawed at the air with her long fingers, screaming continuously, her diaphragm expanding to suck in air for each new hideous outcry. Her black bobbed hair flew about as her head shook from side to side, anguish written in every edge and shadow of her sensual form.

At last the demons ran dry and several stepped forward to grab the desert woman and drag her off the stone. So furious was Satyra's assault that they had to pry her jaws apart to release the sobbing slave, her pubic region a mass of mauled red flesh. Satyra sucked in air and let her head fall back, the glow of her victory fading as exhaustion set in. Her red hair was lank and lifeless and her beautiful pale face covered in a sticky mixture of she-fluids and blood.

'Cunt did good,' the leader said with a smile, and Satyra was too spent to reply. She let her head loll back and could not even muster energy to curse as the demon patted her breast as she drew fresh air into her lungs.

The Yukhoth dragged the weeping slave away and returned for the Chevaan, releasing her manacles and bundling her off the stone. Satyra could offer no resistance as the creatures carried her from the chamber the same way she had come in, hands pawing her more erotic areas as they shuffled out.

Back in the cavern Sadiste moved through the doorway and crossed to the slab. Sweat, blood and sex gave it a shining wet gleam in the ruddy light. The session had gone well, better than she had hoped.

'Strong,' grunted the demon chief, and he held up one of the wrist chains that had held Satyra bound to the plinth. Several of the links were stretched and one had actually started to snap though from the force of the half-satyr's exertions. 'Another minute, maybe less, would have snapped clean.'

'Or pulled right out of the stone,' murmured the red-skinned hellion, looking at one of the ankle chains. The rock where the metal was fastened to the slab was laced with a spider web of fractures. 'Very impressive.'

'Yah,' grunted the Yukhoth, fondling his semi-hard member. 'Good show.' He smiled evilly at the demoness. 'You better be careful – satyr cunt does get loose, she might have something to say to you.'

Sadiste smiled at the grotesque little demon, her eyes narrowing as she shared the Yukhoth's laughter. Turning away she sauntered towards the door, hips swaying alluringly so the creature did not notice her hand reaching towards the wall. He jerked his cock harder and turned back to the slab, his dirty little mind still filled with the sights and sounds of the red-haired Amazon's torture

'Oh my dearest,' Sadiste purred, half turning her horned head to look over her shoulder. He looked back around at her as her wrist flicked and the whip lashed out with supernatural skill the end tearing into the little demons face just below the ridged brow of his forehead so that he reeled back, screaming in pain.

'You have something in your eye,' smiled Sadiste, and then dropped the whip and left the mewling Yukhoth grovel on the floor and clutch the bloody ruin of his yellow orb.

To be continued…