DMC: Girl's Night Out IC (Closed)

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For far, far too long, the quiet town of Guernica had lived under the shadow of evil. Specifically, evil not as in the darkness that lurks in the heart of men, or the localized idea of sin- But 'evil' as in the nightmare monsters that had since settled in the storm-tossed castle at the peak of the mountain, descending only to prey upon the hapless villagers, trying to etch out a living from the blasted soil...

Something, clearly, had to be done. The town's elders- The few who hadn't been systemetically eaten alive by hell-spawned horrors- sent a call for aid; A single, desperate message, dispatched to the legendary Order of the Sword, begging them for aid. Alas, though, no response was received. As the winter drew near- The frenzied period of activity when the forces of evil were at the their zenith, drawing down flocks of demons ready to plunder and despoil- the townspeople began to despair, afraid that their efforts had been in vain.

So, when the roar of the engines cut across the blasted plains, heralding the arrival of a tricked-out motorcycle, all chrome and gouting petrol, one of the few remaining militia awoke the Elder, and he hurried down to look. His feelings had changed a great deal, as the seconds ticked away like some apocalyptic clock; What had been puzzlement and suspicion had turned into dismal fear...

And now, quite suddenly, to hope.

"Assemble a retinue!" he croaked. "Wake them up, now! Quickly!"

His voice was drowned out, as the motorcycle wheeled past him, with a roar like rushing wind- And screeched to a sudden, perfect stop. Coughing, choking on the smog of exhaust, the old man shielded his watery eyes, dimly making out two figures- Their faces fearsome and anoymous behind mirror-finished helmets.

One stood, stretching with a decidedly feline manner, reaching to unfasten his helm...

"Y-you came!" the Elder croaked, crossing himself reverently. "My Lord, I..."

He trailed off, and came to a halt, as, with an upraised hand and a muffled sigh, the concealing helmet came off. He was a she. A very tall, very curvy she, her silky, silver hair luminous in the light, dusky skinned sheened with sweat; The sensual, creamy leather of her immodestly tight catsuit fit her like a second skin, the tight, straining laces at the front barely containing her ample assets...

The Elder gulped, and tried *very* hard not to drool, as ice-blue eyes swept across him. "My...Lady," he corrected.

"Rise," the woman purred, a sultry lilt to her tone- Like a finger rustling across silk. Amusement flickered in her gaze, as she turned to her seated companion. "I think he's talking to *you*."

A small, derisive snort, and the other rider turned aside, a shrug lifting her shoulders.

"I...I mean, we...We sent...I sent...a signal, just a signal, according to the old laws of undertaking...A signal to the Holy Knights. For...for *help*..."

"I am..." a brief hesistation, a smile touching the silver-haired beauty's lips, "Gloria. Your message was heard, and we have answered it. Where is the enemy?"

The Elder got up, his robe tails wet with mud. "In the north. North of here."

"Number and disposition? Type?"

"I...I don't know...B-but...You are Knights?"

"Yes."

Another snort from her seated companion, louder this time.

"Y-you are alone?"

"Yes."

"I understand. W-when...If I might be so bold...When do the others arrive?"

"What others?" Gloria replied- And, with a squeal of tyres, they were off again, the faint lumination of their cycle fading, the sidecar bouncing and clattering as the lady Knight remounted...Racing off towards the ominous building at the very tip...

The Elder, with some annoyance, realised he'd never found out the driver's name- Except, of course, that she was a 'Lady'.

They wouldn't have anything to write on the tombstone, when the demons were done with them...

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The pair rode their mount of steel up the mountain along the single, unused, broken path to the the castle. The tips of five towers blended with the sky-reaching limbs of the surrounding dying forest, growing impossibly taller and wider as they approached.

The castle was like many others - a ditch with a bridge, walls with a gated door - that provided limited access to invaders.

The full moon illuminated the skull shaped silhouette of the part of the wall with the gate. The steel grill at this fortified entrance looked like fangs being displayed, while lights inside the towers flanking this gate stared down upon the pair like unflinching eyes.

A wide, deep chasm separated the end of the road from the entrance to the castle. Two more towers at the end of the road flanked the beginning of a bridge across the chasm to the walls.

As the two women approached the bridge, the gates opened invitingly. They didn't have to slow down at all, revving the engine to higher rpms to cross the bridge at full throttle, accepting the invitation to the evening's events.

As soon as they started crossing the immaculate stone bridge, the entrance gate closed behind them. The environment of the castle felt even colder that the mountain forest through which they traveled.

They rode undisturbed along the bridge. At the end of the bridge, the portcullis of the building rose, changing from an evil fanged grin to a gaping maw. With nowhere else to ride, the motorcycle went through the elevated gate. The bike screeched to a halt and the steel gate dropped behind them, enclosing them in the courtyard.

Five high straight walls surrounded the village-sized courtyard. At each corner stood a tower. The other three towers lit up also, and beams of light crossed the air to and from every tower, forming the pattern of a five-pointed star in a pentagon.

The courtyard is clean and empty, except for a single large building in the middle. The doors to this building opened. Also, at the base of each tower was an entrance.

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As Lady's gloved hand twisted the throttle, and the roar of the bike's engine's died away, the clatter of the closing portcullis echoed across the mountains, resounding ominously, like the thunder of diabolic laughter...

Over the polarized gleam of her mirrorshades, Lady arched a slender eyebrow as she leaned forward, resting on the handlebars; In her white biker leathers, the sultry demon huntress looked like a model, rather than a lethal combatant- Only the blunt ingot of the tricked-out Kali-Ann rocket launcher, heavy with silent threat, a testimony to her ability.

"Is *that* supposed to impress us?" Lady mused, fingers drumming on the cooling steel, her pendant chiming softly as it swayed between her full breasts- Unzipped to the navel as her suit was, it was exceedingly hard to miss...Especially as it was vibrating now, buzzing a low warning at the diabolic power washing across them. "I've seen bigger."

Without a word, Gloria rose, the statesque amazon stretching, catlike, one slim arm drawn behind the other, a long moan of relaxation unwinding from her throat. "Mmmmm...These *boys* have been alone for a while- I think they're putting on a show for us." Again that crooked smile, touching her lips. "They sure know how to make a girl feel special," she murmured, almost to herself, hips swaying restlessly as she stalked forward, high-heeled boots kissing the dust as she prowled away...

"Hey, Tri- Gloria!" Lady's voice stopped her in her tracks, the woman's mismatched eyes- One crimson, the other a vivid emerald- sweeping the oddly silent courtyard, eyeing the giant five-pointed star overhead, sketched in light. She'd always considered white to be pure, clean...But this one, well- All it did was make the darkness dirty.

"Hmmmmm?"

"What do *I* do?"

A low chuckle oozed from Gloria's throat. "Nothing," she suggested, simply. "*I* have business with them, not you...I shouldn't be long. Just wait, and I'll be back before you know it...Little girl."

"Hey! Tri-Gloria! Damn!" Already, Gloria had vanished into the looming darkness of the main building, the focal point of the structure; All Lady heard was the sound of her own voice, ringing mockingly as it echoed about her, captured by the odd acoustics of the hell-forged walls...

"Little *girl*," Lady muttered, disgustedly, a crimson leather boot flooring the gas- She'd be damned if she was Trish's chauffeur! No, that...that *woman* could find her own way out. As an idea sparked in Lady's mind, the lovely huntress's face lost its scowl; She'd find her *own* way to past the time!

"Let's see what you've got," she whispered- Then, with a quick about-turn, her bike rumbled toward the nearest tower, the single, cyclopean eye of her headlights flaring as she delved into the darkness, going the exact opposite way from her companion!

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Trish enters the main building, its doors slamming shut behind her.

Meanwhile, at the base of one of the towers, a conversation is taking place between two demons, interspersed among jolts of electricity, pleas for mercy and screams of pain.

*zzzt*

"Agh! Please, no more-"

*bzzzZZt*

"Ohh! Why are you doing this to us?"

*BZZZZZT*

"Just tell us what you want! Please!"

*Bzzzt*

"Bah, these human females are so weak," says one demon, electricity crackling in its voice. "They would never make vessels worthy of bearing the demon-human hybrids that Master wishes to create."

*bzzzt*

"Agreed," says another voice in an icy tone. "Remember, Master says that finding even two humans physically and mentally able to survive his birthing process is a monumental task. Perhaps one of these human worms can breed successfully, but we may be better off finding some warriors instead of trying herds of townsfolk... Interesting, Master says we have visitors."

The two demons, a Plasma and a Frost, step out of the tower into the courtyard. A bright light and a loud rumble greet them. The Frost covers the ground in ice, causing the bike to swerve uncontrollably, dismounting its rider.

As Lady reaches for her missile launcher, Kalina-Anne, the Plasma sends a bolt of lightning at it, electrifying it and sending it flying across the courtyard floor.

"Still conscious," says the Frost. "This one may have potential. Keep her stunned but mostly awake while I erect a suitable structure to test her out."

The plasma continues electrocuting Lady, keeping her conscious, but minutely sapping her extraordinary will. Her brain is unable to command her muscles into any sort of voluntary action, but she feels more pain than she has ever bared before. Eventually, she blacks out.

She awakens lying on the cold courtyard stone floor, her wrists and ankles shackled by a material colder than steel. A cold hand grabs s a fistful of her short black hair and lifts her up to stand before him.

"You won't be needing this," says the Frost. Blades pop out of his fingertips. Without cutting her, he traces the blades from her throat to the area between her tits, which are jutting out nicely with her hands restrained behind her back. He skillfully cuts the strings holding the one button keeping her jacket closed, which pops her jacket open. Her nipples stiffen even more when the Frost exhales a cold mist on her flesh.

The Plasma says, "This specimen is much better built than the daughters of those farmers and craftsmen."

"Agreed," says the Frost, who then says to Lady, "You won't be needing this either." He traces his razor sharp nails over the flesh of her flat stomach and strong thighs. He slips his fingertips into the waistband of her tight shorts and sticks his thumbs into the holes for her legs, then suddenly pulls his hands away, tearing the fabric of her bottoms off her body.

The Frost cups her full breasts in his cold hands. Her warm flesh causes him to melt onto her a little bit, covering her breasts in a thin film of water where his hands were. He does the same to her ass, squeezing both her cheeks and melting into them.

The Frost steps back and a phallus forms between his legs as the electric hands of the Plasma caress Lady's body, sending jolts of electricity through Lady's breasts. The Frost forces Lady to watch the phallus grow longer and thicker with every stroke of his claws.

The Plasma pushes Lady down onto her knees and pinches her nose. When Lady takes a breath through her mouth, the Frost inserts his phallus of ice into it. Biting his cock-shaped icicle would only break her teeth, but she feels it melting in her mouth as he forces it past her lips, along her tongue and into her throat.

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"N-nnnnnghhhh!" Lady's eyes blazed in outrage, slicing through even the haze of pain; As low-wattage electricity sizzled and crackled about her, patient tics of lightning flickering off her painfully erect nipples, the lovely huntress's arms and legs tensed, straining against her restraints; She'd never had something go so wrong so fast, and first surprise, then *again* sizzled in her gaze...

*bzzzt*

-Then pain. Her warm, luscious flesh, already goosepimpled by the frost's chilly touch, twitched and jerked as the demon laid its icy hands on her, running them skillfully over her bare fanny; Even as stunning bolts of electricity worked into her, filling her form with the agonizing ecstasy of the current, the woman didn't cry out- Her jaw locked, teeth clenching tight, biting into her full lips as she *resisted*, a low snarl bubbling in her throat...Quickly turning into a surprised yelp, as the Frost's claws neatly filleted her tight pants.

"Wait, what are you-" Lady began, her eyes widening fractionally- Not *believing* where this was going! Her complaints bit off into an involuntary squeal as the *Plasma* worked its enerverating touch on her; Already primed by the wonderfully conductive touch of the Frost, Lady jerked and twitched as living lightning flickered across her smooth skin- Her manacled limbs forcing her into a thoroughly uncomfortable kneeling position, unable to do anything but *watch*, as the Frost's thick, frost-rimmed icicle of a phallus bulged before her, white clouds fuming off its very surface...

-*zzttt*-

And then the Plasma's fingers pinched her nostrils shut. Spots danced in Lady's eyes, at the jolt of power that coursed through her; Her lips parted, a shuddering, involuntary gasp- Just enough for the Frost's icy cock to thrust between her lips, scraping against the back of her throat!

-*bzzzzzzz*-

"NNNHHHH! Mmmmmm! Hnnnnn!!!" Lady's nostrils flared, the fiery brunette jerking back- It was so *cold*, so unbelievably *cold*, her tongue tingling at the first contact, her throat vicing wonderfully around the Frost's cock...Not so pleasantly for her, as the chill coursed through her lissome form, so cold it burned! Her teeth chattered against the surface- Not hard enough to break them, but certainly hard enough to confirm that she wasn't breaking it *that* way...

Without the small but insistent shocks playing her like an instrument, Lady would've wondered what was the point, exactly- After all, wasn't the Frost, quite literally, melting in her mouth? Didn't that mean...

-*zzzzzzzztttt*-

Another jolt this time, one that quivered those lovely legs, drawing a gasp from deep within- Sending wonderful vibrations coursing up and into the Frost's groin! Twitching in time to the Plasma's grasp, Lady's wonderfully sensitive form, slick with water, *sizzled* with the static charge, scrambling her already-disordered thoughts! The woman couldn't help but think that this was some ludricious nightmare...Until the juddering caress of electricity coursed through her breasts- Her heavy nipples, already rock-hard from the combined chill, *ached* to be touched, the phantom pain of the Plasma's touch tormenting them mercilessly...

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The Frost continued pumping his cold cock in and out of her mouth.

It seemed less like he was doing to pleasure himself and more like he wanted to make her suffer, to test her, to break her.

Occasionally, he pulled out, allowing her to catch her breath, cold saliva dripping out of her mouth onto her tits as she coughed.

He let her watch him regenerate his melting phallus, adding ice and returning it to its previous size, adding a little more ice to both the girth and the length, giving it a bit of a curve down to fit her throat better.

He sculpted his cock more realistically, adding a big set of balls under it. As soon as she made any kind of protest, he inserted the head back into her mouth.

The Plasma stood behind her, lingering his fingertips by her ear lobes. If she pulled back, she received a shock, forcing her to force herself to take the Frost back in her mouth. At first, she got shocked if she let the tip slip out of her lips, but as the use of her mouth prolonged, she was electrocuted for failing to fully enclose the bulbous head, then jolted for even holding still or not moving enough.

Just when her mouth felt as stretched as wide as it could go, the Frost found a way to open it wider. He kept fucking her face, wet clicking sounds from the back of her throat with every thrust escaping out of her mouth. Tears starting forming in the corners of her eyes, leaving frozen streaks down her cheeks. Icicles formed from the saliva dripping down her chin.

The Plasma reached around and grabbed her tits, providing an even shock over all of the flesh he was cupping in his hands, followed by more intense bolts straight into her stiff puffy nipples.

The Frost added more ice to her wrist restraints, working his way up her arms to her elbows, causing her tits to push out more into the Plasma's hands.

Noticing her discomfort from kneeling, the Frost created a log of ice for her to straddle, getting some of the pressure off her knees and onto her pussy and inner thighs. Her flesh stuck to the dry ice at first, but her body betrayed her, leaking her juices all over the log and allowing the area between her legs to become unstuck and even slick.

The Plasma took his hands off her breasts and placed them on her asscheeks, the shocks causing her to slide her pussy forward and back over the bumps the Frost left on the log for her. The Plasma didn't have to persuade her to perform this movement - it gave her a little pleasure to keep her mind off the torment the rest of her hot body was enduring.

Eventually, the Plasma shocked her ass so she lifted herself up off the log of ice she was straddling, leaving a pussy shaped impression where the icy bumps were.

The Frost pulled out of her mouth, examined the mold in the ice, then caused another phallus of ice to form right where her entrance was.

The Plasma put his hands on her shoulders, shocking her and making her move herself down away from the shock, impaling herself on the frozen cock sticking up out of the log. The Frost penetrated her mouth again.

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As the Frost's bitterly cold load pumped in and out of her sweet, hot mouth, Lady's muffled gasps only deepened- Fragments of ice rolling down her skin, into the deep 'V' of her cleavage, making her squirm and twitch...But not *too* much, as the Plasma hovered nearby, fingers crackling with silent threat- All-too-eager to administer a shock as administered, sizzling through her in flares of pain...Spurring Lady on, every time she tried to turn away, each time she mustered even the slightest *hint* of resistance!

Wet, obscene sounds- The sound of the lovely huntress's mouth at work, sucking and licking at the Frost's icy treat! She'd been understandably reluctant at first, but quickly learned...A few small shocks, the constant threat of a big one, and soon Lady was slurping away with *real* gusto, heedless of the chill, heedless even of the luscious sway of her own suddenly free-range breasts, no longer bound by the tightness of her riding leathers!

schlllt, schlllt, schlllt... Though Lady's eyes glared with fury, there was something entirely erotic about the way her shapely form shook at each jolt, the reluctant-yet-obedient tempo of her hot oral service- As the Frost's fingers tangled in her black hair, her head was bobbing up and down on the demon's cock, now, chin bumping against its frozen balls, throat flaring as she tried to *breathe* around the fetishtically detailed phallus burying itself in her-

Worse, even as she worked, her gaze hazing from the effort, Lady could *feel* the solid block of ice encasing her limbs growing ever-heavier, her fingerless gloves doing *nothing* against the eternal chill; She was sinking back, her chest thrust out as her hands sank down, down, behind her sleek back, even as meltwater trickled between her legs...

It wasn't meltwater. An icy log, like a riding horse, was forming beneath her, relieving the strain from her tautly stretched limbs, pressing against her most sensitive spot- And a little shriek churned in Lady's throat, as white fire...It certainly felt like it, anyway...Touched the throbbing, puffy lips of her overheated sex! Even before the Plasma's hated shocks goosed her, she was jerking, her hips thrusting out, trying to get *away*...Only to wince, sliding back and forth, writhing in their grip, the glistening honey of her juices lubricating her, a thin film on the cold, pure ice!

Yes, she was grinding herself against it, uncontrollably- For to stay still was to freeze. But the friction, the *feel* of it, of something smooth and slick and *cold* pressing against her- Lady shivered, a low, deep shudder, her eyes squeezing shut as tears trickled forth! Cold as she was, she couldn't deny that her curvy body was tremendously, *painfully* aroused by the sheer taboo of what was being done to her! "Unnnnnnhhhhh," Lady whimpered, gazing up at her tormentors- Dimly realising they were *training* her, molding her to her whims; Willpower or not, her body twitched away from pain, and couldn't resist the agony-tinged pleasure she was feeling...Mingling with the deep, churning shame she felt, as her flushed reflection flickered in the icy rocking-horse, each purposeful notch and bump making her face twist in a complication expression-

*bzzzzzt*

A sob of frustration, as she rose almost by instinct, the sound of her honey pattering onto the now-melted log painfully loud in the silence! Lady's face burned, her mouth aching as the Frost suddenly, without warning, pulled out- Her voice was a frozen whisper now, the very words chilled from her! Still, her face said it all; Confusion, warring with trepidation, then slow eye-widening realisation as the ice reshaped itself, thickening and phallic, thrusting up grandly in a bulbous, phallic shape!

"N-noooo!" Lady croaked, wrenching hard, almost sobbing now, her encased hands thudding helplessly on the ground! "Noooooo, I c-can't- Mmmmmm! Hmmmmmffffff!" Her complaints cut off as the Frost's cock thrust past her protesting lips, filling her sweet mouth once more with itself!

*-zzzzzzzzzttttt*

Lightning flared. And this time, she resisted- She resisted *hard*, in a way she'd never done when the aching ecstasy of electricity had clapsed her breasts, sending current surging through her sensitive tits...Not even when they'd zapped the flesh of her pert rear! But slowly but surely, her knees buckled from the strain, lowering her inch by slow inch- Though a last gasp of strength held her upright, the bulbous head nuzzling at her very entrance, fuming with cold where it touched her warm flesh...

And, all-at-once, a low, despairing moan, her pulse throbbing in her ears, Lady sank *down*...

"AAAAAHHHHHH!" long, oddly modulated shriek of mingled agony and release rippped from her throat as the cock drove into her, sliding into slowly, deliciously, with a wet, dirty squelch, her inner walls spasming futilely about it!

If she hadn't been so wet already, it'd have hurt *more*...But as it was, the *feel* of penetration set fireworks off in her head, as the peach of her pussy was thoroughly plundered! Lady's gorgeous, athletic body went *taut* at the strain, quaking visibly at the fullness thrusting within her, slipping into her sheath...Her thick honey coursed down its length in a baptism as she spasmed helplessly, taken in two holes at once! Her eyelids fluttering, Lady twisted in the throes of mingled pleasure/pain, the cold sinking into her, chilling her from within- Even as the organic heat of her own lust throbbed through her in perfect opposition!

The conflicting forces- Heat, then cold- would've been enough to shatter a normal woman's mind, but the Plasma's grasp kept Lady aware through the whole ordeal, the moment stretching forth endlessly as she jackknifed, back arching like a bow, making wordless, primal sounds as a thin sheen of sweat glistened on her skin...Struggling to resist all three at once!

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"This human's mouth is almost as good as that of the Master's personal succubus. I'll be sure to tell my Frost brothers to try it out too."

"In that case, I shall use this human's other holes." Lady looked over her shoulder out of the corner of her eye and saw a lot more electricity coming from the Plasma. It got so bright she had to close her eyes. When she opened them, there were two demons that looked like the Plasma.

One of the Plasmas lifted Lady off the ice log and placed her on top of him. He placed the head of his electric cock at her entrance, and forced her down deep in one stroke. All she could do was scream into the gag of the ice cocksicle in her mouth.

The other Plasma grabbed the phallus off the log of ice, still slick with Lady's juices, cracked the cock of ice off, and stuck it in her ass.

Meanwhile...

Immediately after Gloria entered the building, the large wooden doors closed behind her. A long, high, wide corridor was before her. Lush, ornately patterned red carpet covered the floor. Candles that were in chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and candelabras standing on the floor gradually lit up in sequence, illuminating the great hall and revealing statues of various origins and sizes.

She walked unmolested down the corridor, toward the sounds of cracking whips and screams for mercy.

She entered the throne room. Demons wielding floggers tortured female humans restrained in different ways by faint strings resembling spider web thread. The entire room had white flesh being tenderized into various shades of pink.

It was hard not to notice Gloria's presence, but the demons continued going about their business. Meanwhile, a large silhouette proceeded down the steps. The whips and screams stopped.

"Greetings, Gloria," he said, "Or should I say, Trish? Don't be surprised - Mundus himself warned me about the potential dangers and rewards from combining the power of devils with the human condition, and you turned out to prove him right. But we'll talk about all that - how you were created, who your mother is, your name before you were Gloria, and so on - soon enough. But first..."

The women in the room flew through the air directly at Gloria from all angles. She dared not draw her weapons to protect herself from the innocent people. They circled around her, jumped over her, piled on top of her. They said to her, "Please help us. Save us. I'm sorry. We can't control ourselves. Save us."

Suddenly, the mass movement of bodies stopped. As she stood before him, Gloria was immobilized.

"Do you like it? Strings of Evil. I modified the old recipe, so they're much stronger and controlling than before."

He waved his hand in the air unnecessarily, twisting her body into different poses. Stretching her flexible legs as wide as they could go, pulling her arms back and up, forcing her to lean forward. Making her do splits, one leg going straight up, and the other straight down, displaying her crotch to the audience of demons, who pointed, laughed and clapped.

The Frost and the Plasma entered the throne room. They dropped Lady on the floor. She sprawled out, barely conscious and completely exposed, her legs spread wide lewdly, her tits jutting out as her arms were over her head.

The two Plasmas spoke in unison. "Master, this human may be sufficient for the implantation."

The Frost said, "Agreed."

"Well, that will be a first," replied the silhouette. "Let's be sure to use her right away. Prepare the fathers of the next generation of demon-human hybrids. It's time for a new litter."

He laughed as he walked away, stopped, then turned around.

"Unless..."

He approached Gloria, walking through the Strings of Evil binding her and as if they weren't there. "Unless," he repeated, "you decide to take her place, Gloria. Her place, and the places off these other innocent, young, fertile women with their whole human lives ahead of them."

He ran his hands over her body, feeling her exposed flesh, starting at her neck, moving down her chest, teasing her belly button. He lifted the front her outfit and kneaded her inner thighs, putting on a show for the rest of the demons. He reached into her thigh high boots, pulled out her blades, and cut the strings running down the front of her outfit. He reached in a squeezed each of her breasts.

"Mmm, such an excellent specimen indeed," said Master. "So what she shall it be, Gloria, or Trish, or... Ah ah ah, maybe I'll tell you if you take your friend's place."

He looked at her directly in her eyes. "Someone here is having half-demon babies. Who is it going to be?"

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As the Plasma pulled her off the log, her body twitching helpless in its electric gasp, Lady sucked in a frozen breath to scream, as the demon's cock pressed against her entrance- A scream turned into a choking wail as the icy phallus thrust into her sweet mouth stifled her shrieks, leaving her to struggle helplessly as living lightning danced before her eyes, a small arc of power crackling between her moist flesh- Rising, ever-so-slowly, in a single, brutal *thrust*-

"AAAAAAHHHHHH! AHHHH, *AHHHHHH*!!!" Somehow, somehow, gag or no gag, Lady's urgent howls echoed through the chamber, in time to the blaze of power as she was *fucked*! It felt like molten metal, like clutching a live wire- Her entire body lit up, all at once, as the current ripped through her, even as the Plasma's mighty cock thrust deep into her very core! As the sizzle of her scorched flesh and hair filled her own nostrils, the terrible, unspeakable ecstasy of it sent her into convulsions- Even as her howls clawed at her lungs, all she could do was to draw breath to scream again, writhing atop the Plasma's body as a cage of lightnings flared and flickered around her!

Even in the throes of the agonizing, shuddering jolts, she could feel herself responding, pleasure and pain as one- Her thighs spasming as *something* pressed against her from behind, something hard and cold...And piercing the clenched star of her anus, sinking deep, until she swore she felt it *rubbing* against the cock fucking her from beneath!

"Ugh, ugh, UGH!" Lady gasped, her body heaving, eyes gone utterly blank at the overload of sensation blasting through her all-too-human form; A final, tortuorous thrust from the Plasma, and she came. The pulse of her orgasm felt like a small bomb, and there was nothing modest about it; Her cries rang off the walls, hot body tensing in a wonderous bow- Then jerking, bucking, convulsing as it all hit her at once, an almost tectonic sensation that went on and on and *on*! The demon huntress tasted blood and iron in her mouth, every inch of her form clenched in a sizzling embrace- Then the dark clouds of unconsciousness rolled in, and she was falling, falling...

-A white shock, as her limp body struck the floor-

Oblivion.

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Walking through the arch, down the long corridor of the columned gallery, Gloria's eyes widened as she beheld the naked bodies, writhing and moaning, struggling against the thin, yet strong strings that bound them in place- Perfect for the slavering demons who hunched over their nubile forms, lashing and striking, filling the air with the symphony of their screams...

A low, shuddering sigh rippled through Gloria, as she swallowed hard, momentarily transfixed by the decaying artistry, the *beauty* of the scene; As much as she'd tried to shed her creator's mark, old habits died hard...And she couldn't help but feel a warm, involuntary shiver pulse down her spine- Her tongue flickering over her dry lips, as she slowly, reluctantly, tore her eyes away...

"Greetings, Gloria...Or should I say, Trish?"

Trish/Gloria straightened with a hiss, at the sound of her *real* name- A cold pit in her stomach as the diabolic figure *loomed* before her, seething with power; In the sudden stillness of the room, she felt her hands steal towards her concealed Shrike blades, as that figure- Forever cloaked in shadow, even as it strode into the light- prowled closer towards her...

Then the air was filled with flying bodies. As the first flailing, heavy weight crashed atop her, clawing at her in panic, Gloria almost- But not quite- drew her weapons, and struck out...Holding herself back at the very last moment, as the helpless victim begged for rescue, for salvation-

That makes *two* of us, the platinum-blonde thought, trying to fend her off- But then there was a second one. And another, and another...Piling on her, pinning her beneath their weight, dragging her down! "Off~!" Gloria snarled, trying to shove them away, trying to keep her arms free- But she couldn't fight them, and soon the heaving, wretched bodies were all over her, despite her furious...But restrained, still, struggles...

Then they slid off her.

"W-what?" As she shed bodies like water, Gloria found herself rising from their midst, of her own accord- Her limbs twitching as she *tried* to fight the compulsion that moved her like a doll, like a-

Like a *puppet*.

A squeal of outrage left Gloria's magnificent throat, the dusky beauty flushing as she was unceremoniously yanked to her feet, forced to stalk forward, then backward, like a model on a catwalk- Then, almost nude to the waist, she leapt backward, her breasts bounding up and down in sexy oscillations, before she leaned forward, forced to taunt in a sinfully sensual pose, arching her back to thrust her chest forward...

This was ridiculous. Her eyes smoldered with rage, even as she wiggled her ass, tight in her spotless bodyglove, forced to strike one scandalous, sexy pose after another! Even as she fought it, she swayed, every move wanton, through slow shoulder-baring and hip sways, all to the tune of her light moans peppering the air! "S-stop!" she gasped, even as she was drawn upright- Her blood running cold at the audience of demons before her, greedy eyes devouring her helpless form!

This was bad. It got worse, fast, as Lady's insensate form was dragged in, to appreciative applause- And then the real kicker, the silhoutte's 'master plan'...To breed demon-human hybrids? It was insane- Diabolically so, and *entirely* effective. They couldn't do that- They wouldn't *dare*-

Would they?

They would.

"Mmmmm~" a low, taut gasp sawed from Gloria's throat, as the demon's hands caressed her lovely form slowly, sensually; Her knees went weak at the warmth of his touch, shivering in mingled revulsion and lust- She simply couldn't help herself! After all, when Mundus had created her, he'd had certain...services...she could provide in mind- Already aroused by the display before her, Gloria moaned as the demon's touch went *everywhere*...Only to yelp as he squeezed the full melons of her breasts, as her costume hung temptingly open, no longer bound by the strings holding it close...

"Someone here is having half-demon babies. Who is it going to be?"

She had to bite her lip, hard, to stop her first choice- The first, selfish instinct to say someone else, anyone else- Anything to avoid the horrible fate lying ahead! But...Between herself on one side...All those *others*...

She'd led Lady here, too...She couldn't just *leave* her...

"Me," Gloria whispered, her head drooping. "Take me..." But then a small smile tugged at her lips, as she lifted her gaze to meet the demon's. "If you save me for *yourself*, mmmmm...There's *soooo* much I could show you, so much we could...share..."

Slowly, temptingly, fighting the resistance of the strings that held her motionless, she lifted those long, lissome legs, and wrapped them around the demon's waist, almost straddling him, all seductress now...Offering herself, shamelessly, to him! "Don't trouble yourself with mortal women..." she purred, thinking fast, voice admirably strong. "*I'm* all you need. Won't you want to try it...Yourself?"

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Master let the strings loosen every so lightly, just enough to allow her to move herself slowly, ready to stretch both the strings and her body tightly at the slightest indication of duplicity.

He kept her arms straight behind her back, allowing her to wrap her legs around him. He reached under her, cupping, squeezing and smacking her bare ass, pretending to contemplate her offer. Then he reached to her front and spread her outfit wide, freeing her breasts, so he could squeeze her tits and play with her nipples.

"Mmm, you turned out to be quite the temptress didn't you? I can see why your cousin Dante was so... attached to you. Oops, did I say your COUSIN Dante? I did, didn't I? Perhaps I will consider spilling more of your secrets from your past if you accept my initial offer."

He smiled, cruelly, watching her work out what his words meant. "Now, don't get me wrong - I would love to have you all for myself, but I do have all these breeder demons to occupy, and if they're not with you, they're with her," he pointed to Lady who was aware of the conversation but too exhausted to budge, "and the rest of them," he said, pointing to the women.

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A small, quickly stifled wince- A slight tightening of her eyes, at the corners- all the reaction Trish would allow herself, though a chill racked her; And all she could think was, at least, at least, she'd never slept with him...

"You *do* know so much about me," she purred, cooing as the Master's hands wandered the inside of her outfit, kneading her plush behind- Then a gasp, of real arousal, as they rose to grope and fondle her heavy breasts! Gloria moaned as that warm, *masterful* touch tugged on her nipples, teasing them to hardness- A normal woman, even Lady, would've melted before his touch, and there was a slow, deep-seated temptation to just *agree*, to let a will more powerful than her own simply...take control-

With a start, Gloria's mind snapped back into focus. Of course. Of course the demons followed this mysterious figure- He had power, too, not just in his altered form, but in his words, his influence...Able to subtly- Or not *too* subtly- twist things to his side...She hated to admit it, but it was working on *her*...

I can't let him...*use* them... she thought bleakly, steeling herself...She didn't *want* to be a breeding mare for a whole new race of demons, but she *knew* the other women would crumble faster than she would! She had to think of *something*...

She lowered her head, nuzzling against his neck, hot lips whispering against the Master's throat...Feeling the strings bunch, ready to rip her apart if she so much as made a threatening motion! "Won't you rather have it be *yours*?" Gloria cooed, with all the seduction, all the temptation she could muster, grinding herself against him with a silky rustle of fabric. "Sparda only had *two* sons...And he was a very, very *special* man- As are you."

Meeting his gaze squarely, now, she leaned forward, arms draped around his neck, her breasts pooching as they pressed against his chest. "And I'm not just another human chattel..." Gloria batted her eyes, her tongue moistening her lips in a crimson sheen. "Let me be *yours*, and *yours* alone, and we'll have such *fun* together...With *your* child as the new generation, not some nameless, hybrid monster..."

Her pulse throbbed in her ears, as she shivered, feeling a slow, hateful arousal boil within her- Again, she couldn't help herself! This whole place, the many appreciative gazes on her lovely form...*And* the sheer power she'd wrapped herself around...It was stirring her own libido, slowly but surely; It was all she could do to hold herself together, so that at least *some* would escape...

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There certainly was something special about Gloria. Human women instantly orgasm at his touch, and he could control the intensity at will. Even a look into a female's eyes was enough to arouse her.

But Glory was able to keep thinking somewhat clearly. It annoyed him initially, but then appealed to his desire for a challenge.

He loosened the strings up some more, giving Gloria the opportunity to try to woo him. She was very persuasive, subtly moving against the strings to open herself up even more so he may touch her intimate areas, even initiating movements of her own.

It had been so long since another creature attempted to seduce him. Furthermore, no one has appealed to his ego like she has.

Still, he realized that to give in to her would be relinquishing some of his power, which was unacceptable.

Negotiation was in order.

He stepped back from her and pulled the strings, making her run her hands up and down her body as he had her remove her outfit except for her gloves and boots.

Then he had her get on her knees and crawl on all fours next to him, her back arched, her ass up in the air, slowly having her move one knee in front of the other. The devils watched intently, pointing at her, communicating with each other, pointing out the dampness coating her inner thighs originating from her pussy.

He had one of his strings glow bright, going from around her neck to his hand. He led her like an owner leads a pet, to where Lady was laying.

He had Gloria sit on her heels, spreading her legs, keeping her wrists by her ankles. He knelt behind her, reached under her arms, cupping her breasts from behind as she arched her back and pushed her tits into his hands.

He whispered into her ear, "So you wish to be my mate and my mate alone? You should know that it takes a special kind of female to be at my side, bearing my offspring. And that position is already taken."

He snapped his fingers and a succubus appeared. "You may earn your position as she has," he said to Gloria. "By proving you are worthy... through competition."

All the demons in the room simulatenously roared, cheered and laughed.

"What say you... Trish? Agree to endure the competition and I will spare your friend and the rest of these humans. If you win, you are mine. If you lose... well, I don't want to ruin that surprise."

He moved his hands from her breasts to between her legs, using both hands to trace the border between her thighs and her pussy lips, spreading her wide, then sliding his fingertips over her juicy slit, lingering over her entrance, spreading her wetness on her clit.

"On the other hand, if you do not agree to the competition..."

One of the Plasmas shocked Lady, causing her to stir to full consciousness. The Frost encased Lady's breasts in ice. The other Plasma pulled what was left of the melting ice dildo out her ass, spreading her ass cheeks wide, shocking her puckered ring with the tip of his lightning covered cock.

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For a moment, the Master hesitated, clearly tempted, and Gloria felt a surge of hope that maybe this was going to work-

Then he twitched the strings again, and her hands began to move, rising to her shoulders, slipping herself out off Gloria's *tight* bodystocking- Slowly, sensually shedding it, outlining the luscious curves of her lithe form, until only her lacy, thigh-high boots *and* her elbow-length gloves remained, pale white against her dusky skin- Now sheened with sweat, a glossy counterpoint to her striking silver hair!

Her face burned as the Master *tugged*, a single strand glowing around her magnificent throat like a collar; Padding along on all fours, Gloria's ears rang with the laughter of demons, their gazes fastened on her swaying ass, forcing her to crawl along like an animal! On her knees, now, hands drawn back between her, the woman's eyes widened, ever-so-slightly, as he slipped behind her...

The Master's hands closed on her breasts, strong arms slipping around her from behind- And the *nearness* of him, the heat radiating from him, was just too much! A short, shuddering "Oh!" rasped from Gloria's throat, as her back arched; Pushing her breasts more fully into his hands, the hard points rock-hard, painfully stiff against his fingers!

"So you wish to be my mate and my mate alone?" She shivered, a delicious pulse roaming up her spine- As she realised, with a start, that she *did* want to be his mate! Was it more of his 'magic', working on her? If his *voice* alone could do this, what could his-

"You should know that it takes a special kind of female to be at my side, bearing my offspring. And that position is already taken."

Then his fingers found her, roaming lightly across her most intimate spot- "Ooooh, ~oh..." Gloria gasped, in helpless lust- Shivering as she fought the urge to sink forward, to *beg* him to thrust as deeply into her as she could! She was losing control, and fast...But she *had* to hold on, for *their* sakes...

"There's no chance for you, little mortal," a sweet, malicious voice purred- And Gloria's eyes went wide as *she* stalked into the chamber.

-A slender foot, arched high on a glossy, heeled boot, touched the cobbles. Toned, lissome legs- Sheathed in sleek purple leggings, stylized bats painstakingly worked into the silken fabric- tensed at the feel of ground, solid *ground*, leathery wings unfurling, uncovering the entirely feminine figure clapsed within them.

Shimmering green hair...Tiny wings, flapping at her temples...That perfect, luscious body, curvy and slim at once, black basque cupping the soft, full orbs of milky breasts- And that face, arch and regal, emerald eyes alight with excitement and mischief...

This meant *trouble*.

"Master," the succubus cooed, nestling against him possessively, casting a jealous eye towards the beauty melting in his hands. "Surely...You wouldn't place *her* above *me*, would you? She couldn't hold a candle to me..."

*bzzzzzzt*

With a shuddering gasp, Lady twitched awake, eyes frantic- Then pained, her breath stolen as the Frost's icy touch sent ice rushing across her breasts, freezing her torso solid! She moaned, teeth gritted as the Plasma's cock pressed against her entrance...Her pert behind shuddering in its hands as that lethal shaft poised at her entrance, flickering with cising power- She'd passed out after her first fucking. She couldn't possibly withstand a second one...

"H-help me, Trish," she gasped- Her voice ragged, uneven, and raw with agony; Gloria felt a cold, cold chill, deep within her. She saw in Lady's face something she'd never dreamed she'd find there, and it squeezed breath from her lungs, and wiped words from her brain.

Lady looked frightened.

She didn't know what to say. She couldn't imagine what to say.

Except...

"I-" Gloria swallowed hard, trying to *focus* past the growing heat between her legs, past the surreal chamber full of demons. "I- I *agree*. Bring it on." She looked up, forcing a smile onto her face...Or perhaps not forcing it at all, the Master glimpsed the hidden lust for him she was trying so hard to conceal... "I'll show you who *deserves* to be your mate," she whispered, licking her lips, her mouth suddenly dry...

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He looked down, smiling back at her. He had her. She would do anything for him.

"The first contest will be..." the Master paused, building up for dramatic effect, "Extractulation."

He had a feeling that even without these humans, she would still go through with it. It was time to make sure.

"Bring in the lower inncubi."

The human females started walking and floating toward them. One by one, they turned into featureless humanoid shapes, two arms, two legs, a head, and a cock. Dozens of them surrounded each of the two contestants.

There were no humans after all.

"The winner of this contest is determined by which contestant can extract the most ejaculations from the demons before you. They are already primed and will eventually release their seed, but a contestant can... accelerate the process using her body. You have 10 minutes. Begin."

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A startled gasp sawed from Gloria's throat, as she realised-

That she'd been *suckered*. As the putty-men closed in, formless shapes writhing and warping in protean change; It struck her like a lightning bolt- It'd been a trap all along! Treachery was the way of demons, but this...This was...

Her face burned and chilled in equal measure; Already on her knees before them, she swallowed, hard, her magnificent throat working as the situation percolated through her mind, her hand reaching upwards to unconsciously brush her hair out of the way-

From the corner of her eye, she could see the pouting succubus stalk past, bee-stung lips curled; This was beneath the lustful demoness, a clear annoyance as she adjusted herself just so, her milky legs streching out, foot sliding up the leg of one of the other incubi...

"It sounded like fun when *they* did it," she murmured to Gloria, a small smile playing about her lips...Which was the last thing she heard as the grey-skinned incubi surrounded Trish, pushing her legs apart, hands exploring her hair, rubbing against the nub of her sex; Their monstrous member unveiled themselves, grinding against her hands, her soft flesh-

Gloria couldn't *help* but respond; Already helplessly aroused, she moaned, eyes sliding shut in bliss- Only to snap open again at the feel of hands on her breasts, looking up, almost dazedly, at *him*! *He* was watching, and a surge of warmth throbbed through her, as pleasing him suddenly became the most important thing in the world...Especially as his gaze wasn't on his pet succubus, but crawling over her dusky, luscious form...

"Oh, oh, ooohh," Gloria moaned, her voice rising with each moment, her legs riding up high enough, to expose the now-soaked fingers teasing her wet pussy! Almost painfully engorged, little tics of lightning coursed down her spine, with sharp little cries each time the incubi's hand moved! Her mind full of red heat, she could dimly hear the succubus receiving the same treatment- Taking it a trifle more professionally, too, though she wasn't helpless with lust!

Hemmed in on all sides by bugbears, her pulse hammering in her ears, all she could do was, was...

"I *want* you," she gasped, her voice ragged, her fingers coiling into fists, pumping the shafts she gripped in each hand- Feeling almost faint as the hands feeling her, groping her, just didn't *stop*, keeping her on the very edge of a climax! All the while, she felt the Master's burning gaze on her, watching and weighing...

Behind her, the succubus was unrepentantly pinned between two monsters, her hips grasped by one as it stood and fucked her, her shoulders grasped by another with his cock firmly in her mouth, bouncing back and forth from one to the other. Her moans sawed through to Gloria above the wet, slapping sounds of sex and the sounds of demonic arousal, mingling with the sweet, soft moans of women on the verge of orgasm. Her small hands were wrapped around a grey cock each, vigorously pumping up and down, face flushed and pussy throbbing for more-

Ohhh...It sounds like she's having *fun*...

That hazy, lecherous thought hung in Gloria's mind as the woman arched, drunk with lust, her heels scraping against the stone as the last of her resistance crumbled! The feel of one incubi's muscles pressing against her sleek back, even as another sprawled beneath her, grunting eagerly...It was abnormally sensual, drowning out the last, planitive wails of Reason as her libido took full control!

And then she was leaning forward, her hot lips parting, capturing the very tip of the member on her tongue- Sucking it eagerly into her mouth! The tiniest wince flickered across her face, as the first, horrible taste hit her tastebuds...But those crimson lips curved into a perfect 'O', capturing the monstrous humanoid's organ, bathing it in the heat of her welcoming mouth!

The world reeled. She was sucking, pumping, *fucking*...But unlike the succubus behind her, Gloria's thighs remained clenched tight; Saving herself, perversely enough, for the Master watching her...For though the room was full of chortling, grunting demons, she was performing for an audience of one!

Watch me, she thought, never looking away, even as the first pulse of seed hit her tongue! Watch *me*... Cocks thrust against her, sliding across her form, pumping and bucking, spilling their thick, acrid cum across her form! She never slowed, never paused, all of it a sideshow- The Master's gaze alone making her hot, horny, more so than the orgy about her combined! As jet after jet of white spunk spewed across her, as her gloves grew slick with unmentionable fluids, Gloria held on, using her hands and breasts and mouth and hair...But never her most secret spot, even as she writhed at the very heart of a moaning circle!

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The succubus skillfully performed her magic on the demons, juggling their cocks using both of her hands and all of her holes. The demons responded to the various kinds of stimulation, and took turns shooting their loads on her ass and her tits, on the target that was her face tilting upward, and into the bullseye that was her mouth.

The succubus worked relentlessly, but at an easy pace, knowing that her Master and her competition would be watching her, making the contest interesting by keep the tallies close.

Gloria held her own despite preserving her birth canal for the Master. She kept her eyes on him, and he kept his eyes on her, maintaining eye contact through any deed she did. The more he looked at her, the more her mouth watered and the more her pussy drenched as thick strings of sticky demon cum painted her dark flesh with white stripes.

Sometimes Gloria would blink or look toward the succubus, and then the Master would suddenly appear in a different location, but he was always there, watching, observing, arousing her more.

The succubus moaned and groaned and said, "More cocks. More cum. I need more. Feed me." Some of the demons that were hard and ready for Gloria moved toward the succubus, the sounds coming from her mouth drawing them and their loads to her, the way a siren of the sea entices sailors.

The succubus laughed as she looked at Gloria. "You can't make cum what you can't touch," said the demoness to Gloria, tauntingly.

The Master laughed, clearly enjoying the show, particularly the banter.

As Gloria considered what to do next, she looked toward the succubus again, only to see Lady in her place!

No hand, foot, breast, or orifice of Lady was spared. Cocks impaled and rubbed against her from every direction. When one demon filled her mouth with her cum and stepped away, Lady opened her mouth, cum spilling out. "H-help me, Trish," she begged. "H-help m..." she said again, her words interrupted by another cock invading her face through her lips.

Gloria turned her head the other way and looked over to where Lady was originally kneeling. Her friend was still bound, flanked by the Frost and the Plasmas, watching Gloria helplessly, unable to help. "It's a trick, Gloria!" said Lady, barely audible above the sounds of sex surrounding them.

The succubus hoped to demoralize Gloria by pretending to be Lady. The succubus thought wrong. The ruse had the opposite effect, and Gloria was infuriated at both the vision of her friend's assault as well as the attempt at emotional manipulation. Gloria's vigor was renewed.

Gloria also had tricks of her own up her sleeve. She knew that although succubi were skilled manipulators and seducers, they were not warriors like Gloria. Succubi preferred to flee from combat if they could not turn their foes against one another.

And so Gloria used her flexibility and agility, her quickness and speed, her jumping ability, her willpower and her rage to turn the competition in her favor. Gloria went so far as to push the succubus out of the way as cum flew in seemingly slow motion through the air, hitting Gloria instead of the succubus and adding to Gloria's score, which was being displayed with glowing Strings of Evil above them.

A demoness scorned, the succubus jumped at Gloria, baring her little claws, saying, "I'll kill you, bitch!"

Gloria snickered, dispatching the succubus with ease and making a humiliating spectacle of it. The audience loved a good fuck but also relished a good fight, earning Gloria favor with the faceless demons, more of whom congregated near her.

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Hell, as they say, hath no fury like a woman scorned- And beautiful women don't like being upstaged, in any way! The illusion of Lady's form melted away, as the succubus lunged, her fingers sprouting razor-sharp talons, wings beating furiously at the air, green hair fluttering about her as she charged!

"Kill me?" Even covered in cum, almost *soaked* in it, Gloria was *still* the better fighter. She moved, one long, coltish leg hooking around- Catching the succubus, sending the busty demoness into an undignfied, skidding sprawl! In a mere moment, Gloria was upon her- Straddling her, almost, those arms piniong her wings; Her legs clenching down, hard, as she forced the succubus's arms up and away, entangling them in her own batlike pinions!

"Bitch!" the succubus hissed, her eyes glowing red-hot, thrashing hard- Almost popping out of her decidedly immodest dress, writhing in Gloria's deathgrip! "Don't quit your day job...Little girl," Gloria purred, pursing her lips in sardonic response- Those silky thighs wrapped about the woman's neck in a triangle chokehold, rendering her demonic strength entirely *useless*!

Dimly, through the pulse throbbing in her ears, Gloria could hear...applause? Beneath her, the succubus gasped, making a choked sound as the woman slowly but surely forced her into submission; Her icy blue eyes locked on the Master's, a delicious warmth surging through her at his approval...

Abruptly, Gloria's hand lashed out, to land a stinging slap on the succubus's plush behind- Making her yelp in humiliation, in pain; Another slap, another squeal, and the demoness's heels drummed on the floor, her eyes bulging as she fought to break the woman's chokehold! "Nnnnnggghhhhh!" she squealed, trying to sway away as Trish spanked her tender rear, jolting her with the stinging pain; Even as Gloria grabbed her swaying breasts from behind, and squeezed *hard*, forcing her breath from her in a desperate gasp!

"See that?" Gloria purred, her breath warm on the succubi's ear. "See *him*? He's looking at *me* now; They *all* are." The succubus twitched beneath her in a futile effort now, the fight rapidly leaving her as she slipped into oblivion, going limp and pliant. "And- Look! It seems like *you're* out of a job..."

She rose, a decidedly wicked smile on her face, her fingers tangled in the unconscious demoness's hair- Holding her up, for the slightest moment, before, all-too-casually, letting go! There was a soft, wet thud as the bat-winged woman slumped to the ground, entirely oblivious...And no longer in the running!

"I think," Gloria mused, combing back her silver hair, her hips moving restlessly; She slipped her hands behind her back, coyly, entirely nude except for her boots *and* her gloves as she took a first, tentative step toward the Master- *Her* Master now, she realised with a hot tingle...Only vaguely surprised that the thought didn't fill her with horror! "I think that makes me...The winner."

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Gloria watched the Master while she almost effortly attempted to force the succubus to submit, staring into his eyes as if to dedicate her victory to him.

As Gloria taunted her, the demoness struggled, completely overpowered but refusing to give up, unable to even flail her arms, legs and wings helplessly. The sticky cum covering both of their bodies only helped Gloria maintain a vice-like grip around the neck of her victim.

But it wasn't enough for the hyrbid demon-human. Gloria wanted to crush her opponent, and reigned more blows to the backside of the succubus, changing her milky white skin into pink flesh.

She grabbed the demoness' breasts, squeezing them, digging her nails into her nipples, twisting, pulling, tugging, forcing the last breaths of air from the succubus after preventing her from taking in new inhalations.

Gloria was just toying with the succubus' body, like a cat with a mouse, as payback for when the succubus tried to play with Gloria's senses.

Adding even more insult to injury, Gloria spread the succubus' legs wide, plunging one finger into her pussy, then two, then three. The demoness' slick pussy juices made it easier for demon cocks to penetrate her, but it also helped Gloria plunge in her fist to the wrist.

Gloria could tell that her opponent was going to pass out, so she loosened her leglock on her neck, allowing her one last breath, then squeezing tight again.

Gloria pulled her hand out, her glove covered in succubus juices and demon cum. She felt the succubus tapping her leg, unable to verbalize submission. Gloria didn't care or didn't notice, as she rammed her slick hand into the demoness' gaping asshole.

In a last ditch effort, the succubus slithered out her long tongue, lashing at Gloria's clit, sending a tingle up Gloria's spine, but it was too little too late, as the succubus finally lay limp after a long struggle.

The Master clapped approvingly at Gloria as she stood before him thinking herself the victor, but he pointed to the scoreboard and the clock formed by the pattern of the Strings hanging above like a webbed ceiling.

Gloria may have taken out her opponent, but the score was not in her favor. Only minutes remained, and Gloria had some making up to do.

All of the demons had already cum on one or both of the contestants, and the pool of cocks was dwindling.

The remaining faceless demons started taking new forms, figures from Gloria's past - multiple clones of Dante, Vergil and Nero. One even took the form of Lady, a perfect replica of her friend save the enormous cock hanging between her creamy thighs.

A few of these doppelganger demons remained, but they were not going to be enough.

As Gloria sprung back into action, she noticed other demons in the audience observing but not (yet) participating, including the Frost and the two Plasmas.

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As Gloria let the insensate succubus slip to the ground, panting from the exertion, her eyes widened, ever-so-slightly, at the blazing symbols formed by the Strings; Her rival wasn't in the running, but she *did* have a substantial lead! With a low gasp, she turned back to the incubi- Only a low hiss betraying her surprise as their plasmic forms rippled and shifted, taking the forms of...

A small, erotic shudder rippled through her, at the sight of the dopplegangers before her- Even as she wondered *exactly* how many handsome, white-haired men she knew! Ruthlessly, she quashed the flicker of emotion; She couldn't *let* it slow her down, not now...And with her eyes closed, it was *easier*, to shut it out; The groping, fondling hands of the incubi felt the same, no matter what shape they took, and it was all just distractions from...from...

No!

-The Master...

Gloria's mind went blank, as cocks nudged her from all sides- And oddly, she found herself unable to complete the thought! Moving instinctively, she place her lips against the tip of the nearest shaft, and took it inside her mouth...A low uncontrollable moan, welling up from deep in her throat as the strange flavors filled her mouth. Her hands dropped, jerking a pulsating grey shaft upwards in each hand, while she did her level best to swallow the one in her mouth!

Her hot mouth sucked and slurped about the knobby portion in the middle, gently massaging it, her hands sinking into the proper rhythm...

"Mmm...mmmnnn...mmnnn!" Gloria moaned aloud, the sheer *taboo* of what she was doing exciting her tremendously, never mind her own arousal! Lady's eyes widened, a strangled gasp in her throat as Trish serviced her doppleganger eagerly, the flesh beneath her tender grasp pulsing, swelling...To *explode*, all at once, torrents of sticky cum spurting in long, ragged pulses, clinging to her luscious- Entirely spattered- form!

Not enough, she realised, dimly, all-too-aware of the hungry eyes on her...

"Come here..." She barely recognized her own voice, trembling with desire, her thighs clenched together so *hard* she nearly vibrated, face twisting in a complicated expression of very pleasured anguish- She needed to cum, ached to...But she wanted him to make her, wanting his cock thrusting into her tight, willing sex... "Come on and *fuck* me!"

A moment later, she felt *more* shafts, pressing against her, grinding and eager, the world reeling into a tide of flesh; Frantic grunts, as she pumped and jerked, her eyes squeezed shut as every inch of her body- Well, *almost* every inch- was put to use by a wave of horny demons! Gloria's expression resembled nothing so much as that of the deeply religious preparing to receive their sacrament, as gobs of demonic cum splattered across her face.

"Yes!" she shrieked, her eyes burning with desire, her breath hot gasps now- Just the faintest look of shame, quickly quashed, in her gaze! "Cum on me!" she almost shouted, her face twisting and body shuddering, her cries rising in intensity, her body begin to tense and stiffen as even *her* control reached its limit! Gloria twitched at each pulse, now, her fingers clenching tight, almost slipping as red-hot sensation surged up her spine...The numbers overhead rising, rising, above the silver-haired, ravaged beauty dripping with sweat and cum!

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The Master watched Gloria keep her eyes shut as she sucked hungrily at the clones of her relatives and friends. With the gentle pulling of a couple of strings, he forced her to open her eyes wide, to look at her left hand stroking Vergil, to glance at her right hand jerking Nero, and to stare upward into the eyes of Dante as he grabbed her short platinum blond hair and rammed his cock down her throat. The wrongness turned her on.

She worked their appendages in unison until all three of them exploded at once, catching her in a crossfire of fully automatic cumshots, covering the dark bare flesh on her face and tits, making her skin the same color as her hair.

Her eyes nearly glued shut, Gloria managed to peek at the scoreboard. She was catching up, but time was short.

Not waiting for the spent demons to back off so the next group can come in, Gloria, jumped through the air, somersaulted with a split, and landed inside the next circle.

The strings pulled her until she was on her back and a cock immediately entered her mouth. She looked up and saw the image of her friend, Lady, grinning as if she was going to fire off a barrage of missiles.

Two more versions of Lady put their cocks in Gloria's gooey gloved hands while yet another straddled her chest and squeezed Gloria's breasts around the demon cock.

Eight full beautiful breasts surrounded her while four cocks worked in and out of her mouth, hands and tits. Gloria looked over at the real Lady, who was watching the spectacle... and playing with her own pussy.

Suddenly, the clones of Lady turned into clones of the Gloria. Thrown for a loop momentarily, Gloria brought back the pace. Gloria subconsciously chose this persona for a reason, and she still wasn't sure why, but it nonetheless excited her to be used by herselves.

As the seconds winded down, the clones turned into the black cloaked shadows resembling the Master for a couple of seconds, then into what seemed like masculine versions of Gloria - dark skin, short platinum blond hair in an almost miltary cut, broad shoulders, strong chest and arm muscles, lean midsection.

If Gloria was a man, this is what she would have looked like. Gloria knew, just knew, that this was what the Master looked like uncloaked, which made Gloria turn up the effort until all four cocks shot their loads on her.

The loud echoes of a clocktower signaling the hour reverberated throughout the throne room. Time was up. As for the score...

The Master, the real one, proclaimed, "We have a tie!"

Gloria was exhausted from the exertion of milking dozens of demon cocks and the beatdown of a succubus. She felt the cum covering her body drying up into a crust, then turning to vapor, making her clean except for the sweat drenching her body and her own sweet nectar dripping out of her pussy.

"Even if in the case of a tie," explained the Master, "there can be only one winner. The tie must be broken."

The Master went over to the succubus, nudging her with his boot. "Do you wish to continue?" The demoness was unresponsive. The Master said, "I'll take that as a no." The Frost picked up, threw her over his shoulder, and left the throne room.

The Master went to Gloria and stood by her prone body. Looking down at her, he asked her the same question.

Gloria had an answer but felt the strings choking her. She knew that a loud outburst for all the demons to hear would be required for her to answer him.

He used the strings to levitate her body to within his reach. He moved the sweaty strands of hair off her face, ran his fingers across her lips, caressed her breasts, and moved his fingertip up her slit. His touch sent surges through her body. He put the finger in his mouth and said, "Mmm," approvingly.

"When you are ready, Gloria, you may join me in the royal bedroom at the top of the tower behind the throne to finish the contest."

He levitated away.

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Gloria gasped as the Master's strings drew her taut, right before him, her freshly-cleansed form bearing no sign of the orgy she'd just undergone; She shivered at his touch, a low moan racking her form, the dusky beauty's mouth hanging open, white clouds of her breath puffing forth-

"Nnnnnghhhh," she mewled, eyelashes fluttering as he caressed her, thighs shivering apart as his fingers delved between them; Helpless before him, her icy blue eyes glazed with lust, Gloria could only watch, breathless, as the Master hovered away, his invitation ringing in her ears...

"Yes, Master," the lovely woman breathed, almost like a prayer; Her entire body ached [i]for/i] him, wanting him more than any man she'd ever known...A wicked light flickered in Gloria's eyes as her hips swayed restlessly, padding sensuously across the carpeted floor- Quite ignoring her companion, still suspended in the grasp of demons!

"Trish, *no*!" Lady gasped, struggling against the hands that held her- Maybe it was her own exhaustion, or the fact that she'd been largely ignored in the proceedings, but the Master's supernatural charms hadn't taken hold of her...Not the same way they'd ensnared Trish, wearing down even her will! "He's- It's a *trap*- Mmmmmgghhhh!" Her words cut off as her mouth was smothered...And Gloria walked right past her, lovely in her knee-high boots and sleek gloves, ignoring her entirely!

The only words that mattered to her, that meant anything at all, was royal bedroom and top of tower...Involuntarily, she licked her crimson lips, a ripple of lust roiling across her form- The appreciative coos and applause of the demons only spurring her on...

She climbed, one step at a time, toward the top of the tower, the slightest whine of frustration in her throat as she reached the bedroom's doors; The huge, wooden slabs barring her way, black runes glowing ominously on the surface...

"I'm here, Master," Gloria cooed, a sexy lilt to her voice; She raised one hand, to rap on the door, half-turning to display herself to the fullest effect. "I believe there's a tie to break..."

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The Master was pleased. Her friend was Gloria's last connection to the human world, and Gloria was so entranced by him that it was as if Lady's words were mere sounds in the background. He made a mental note - use Lady for further testing of Gloria.

He waited in the royal bedroom, some tools already set out, intended for use on the succubus.

The wooden doors opened, the candles in the bedroom and in the hallway leading from the tower steps illuminating Gloria's body, accentuating her figure and her features.

He stood before her, uncloaked, wearing only black trousers, boots and gloves, bare-chested and smiling. He ran his fingers through his hair, which was the same color as Gloria's, and looked into her icy blue eyes with a pair of his own.

He stepped to the side, allowing her passage, and extending his arm toward a large, lush, red circular rug in the middle of the room, near the foot of the bed, a bed larger that she's ever seen before, with pillars for bedposts.

She stood in the center of the carpet. He wordlessly walked around her as she stayed in one place, occasionally shifting her body weight from one leg to the other, tilting her head and exposing her neck, moving her hips in circles, running her hands up and down her body.

She wasn't sure if the strings were pulling her, or if she was reading his mind and fulfilling his unspoken wishes, or just doing what came naturally.

She could feel his eyes burning into her, knowing the exact location of his gaze, whether it was on her lower back, her beautiful bottom, her long legs, her dripping pussy, her flat stomach, her breasts capped by puffy stiff nipples, or her full lips. Sometimes she closed her eyes and could still feel him looking at her, admiring her.

He started out walking along the perimeter of the rug, but the circle changed to a spiral, and soon enough he was brushing her shoulders with his.

He stopped, standing behind her, his body heat mingling with hers, his breath on her neck sending shivers up her spine. She wanted so badly to just lean back into him and to do more, but she knew that he wanted to tease her. And if that's what he wanted, that's what she was going to make happen.

"I want you to understand some things," he whispered into her ear from behind her.

"Being at my side is more than just being my mate." He put his hands on her hips, running his fingertips up to the sides of her breasts, then down to the fronts of her thighs.

"There are other... duties... than merely satisfying me there." He rested his arm on her right shoulder and pointed at the bed, then bent his arm, so his right hand covered her left breast. His left arm went up under her left arm and cupped her right breast, completing the spooning hug.

He pressed his chest into her back and his hips into her backside. "There are responsibilities that the succubus had that now you must filfill, as well as new tasks for you to perform given your exceptional talents."

She leaned her head back rested it on his right shoulder. Her hands reached back and stroked his thighs.

"First, I require my mate to provide entertainment. I love watching a beautiful female dance for me. I also enjoy it when an audience witnesses a performance. Your athleticism far exceeds the succubus you defeated. I expect for you to use that, along with your other assets," he squeezed her breasts, "to put up a show for me and for whomever I wish, whenever the mood strikes me."

He rolled her nipples between his fingers, then pinched them, making her gasp, then tugged on them a bit, making her gasp some more. Gloria had a high pain threshold, but the Master's touch seemed to reduce it to that of a mortal.

"Second, as much as I enjoy a good dance, it doesn't relieve stress nearly as well as a session of punishment with my mate. I will restrain you in various positions, then use my bare hands or certain tools to make you scream and squirm for me."

He gave her breasts one last pair of squeezes, then moved to stand to her side to get better access between her legs.

"Third, just as I punish you, so will you punish others for me, as I see fit, for my amusement."

He ran his fingers along her slit, parting her lips and teasing her entrance. he held his fingers still, feeling her move on them, trying to get as much pleasure as she could on the area she was saving, and is still saving, for him.

"Finally, given your prowess in combat, you will have the unique opportunity to protect me from harm, even if... no, especially if... it means sacrificing yourself."

He leaned around and took a nipple into his mouth, the first time she actually felt his lips and tongue anywhere on her body. He licked, sucked and nibbled, then pulled away. His effect on her was even more pronounced than his eyes, his voice or his hands. She didn't expect his mouth as she was distracted by his fingers on her pussy, and she barely had a chance to enjoy it, but the memory would have to do for now and for a while.

"After you have proven to me that you can fulfill these duties and responsibilities, only then will I allow you to share my bed with me, to lay with me, to be used by me, to bear my offspring."

He took his fingers away, pussy juice covering his digits and dripping down her inner thighs and off her pussy lips, forming a small puddle in the rug. He ran the juices on her other nipple, then licked, sucked and nibbled on that one also.

He stepped away and sat at the foot of the bed. He leaned back, resting the weight of his torse up on his straightened arms.

"Dance for me."