Gods vs. Demons Part Six" Plots and Revelations By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction and contains adult material of a sexual nature which should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older Not all of the following characters appear in this story, but sometimes they get a quick reference and so here is a pretty complete list to try and make sure the copyright is clear. Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Flag Girl (Lydia Willis), Night Raven (Lydia Borden), Green Spectre (Axanna Morgan), Spectre Girl (Summer Morgan), Lady Midnight (Angela Greer), Jungle Babe (Dana McQueen), Nera, Got Gal (Tonya O'Donnell), Got Chic (Anita Jackson), Champion Girl (Candice Graham), Amazing Babe (Jessica Lockheart), Azure Angel (Yumi Wong), Shield (Carla Rogers), Wolf Woman (Louisa Torrez), Hexanna, Omega Woman (Kameron Drake), Power Lass (Karen Clark), Texas Star, Lady Sara Kraft, Professor Werder, Battle Sprite, Bat Broad, Liberty Babe, Fly Woman, Danger Babe, Wild Girl, Chet Cheston, Esha, Elsa, Commissioner Borden, The Trapster, the Bilbo brothers, The Geek, Captain Chloroform, The Aberration, Dragon Queen , Panthress, Nightmare Witch, Professor Pervo, the Circus of Terror (Bobo, Goliath, etc. but some names added by me if not known), and the mutoids are the creation and property of Mr. X and used with his permission. The concept of Sanctuary was created by Silkcords and modified by me with his permission. All other characters in this story are my own creation, but you can always check with me to be sure as Mr. X has a lengthy list of characters and it is easy to miss one. Feel free to make use of my characters freely in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what is depicted in my stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com A final copyright note. Red Sonja is probably owned by Marvel / Disney, but I wish them luck in trying to enforce that with her since she has a sword and isn't afraid to use it! * * * [Authors Note: This chapter starts off at the same time as the previous chapter's visit to the Delta City Fair. That chapter was probably already too long and convoluted as it was, so here is the rest of what was happening at the same time.] "This is a nice little hotel you have here, be a shame if something happened to it." Samantha Lord looked up from her iPad where she was checking off items on her To Do list to see two men standing in front of her in the lobby of the Mount Olympus complex. Both were large men, dressed in black t-shirts and black jeans. One of them, slightly bigger than the other had long dirty blonde hair and the other had short brown hair. "And you are?" she asked, though she already knew the answer to the question since she made it her business to know all the major "players" when she opened a business in a new city. "The name is Bart Bilbo," said the one with the dirty blonde hair, "and this is my brother Biff. We run this town and expect proper respect and compensation from any new business such as yours." "You tell her bro," said Biff, "cause if we don't get treated right, things and people tend to get broken."" "You run this town?" asked Samantha skeptically. "Strange, I always heard the Bilbo Brothers were just cheap thugs and hired muscle." The brothers flushed at this and their hands curled into fists. "It's not smart to wise off to the Bilbo Brothers," said Bart. "You tell the bitch bro," growled Biff. "I got a mind to do some breaking real soon now." Samantha sighed. "You are the seventh party in the last day to want a piece of the action and one of them was the Mayor who at least might make a valid claim to be running the city. I will tell you what I told all the others and that is the exit is that way and don't let the door hit your ass on the way out." "Stupid fucking cunt," snarled Bart and looked around for something suitable to break. That's when he saw the two men standing behind him wearing togas. One was a big man, even larger than he was and the other was slim and lightly built. Both men were smiling and a smarter man than Bart Bilbo might have wondered why and not sneered at them for how they were dressed. "What the fuck are you two fags smiling at?" "The arrogance of mortals such as yourself," said the large man. "Yeah, well let's see how your smile looks with your teeth all over the floor," snarled Bart and he swung a powerful right at the man's head. To his utter shock, the man caught his fist with one hand as if he were stopping a baby swinging a rattle. Bart was still gazing in shock at his trapped fist when the large man's other hand, formed into a fist of its own, connected with his jaw and sent him flying back over a sofa to lie stunned on the lobby rug. "You can't do that to my bro," growled Biff who blurred into super speed mode, intending to come up behind the large bastard and smack him in the back of the head. He found himself as surprised as his brother when the slim man was somehow there ahead of him and he hadn't even seen him move. The slim man blocked the intended blow and then sent Biff flying to land beside his brother. Still smiling, the large man walked over, grabbed one brother in each hand and tossed them out the front door where they lay sprawled on the sidewalk. "Thank-you," said Samantha to Hercules and Hermes. "Our pleasure," replied Hermes, who as the messenger of the gods was renowned for his speed and ability to go anywhere. "They were hardly enough to be a challenge to me," boasted Hercules, "so unlike Hermes here, I will get my pleasure later oh fair one." "I have no doubt of that," replied Samantha as the two gods ambled off, probably in search of more wine and she turned back to her iPad. * * * "It looks like they already took the garbage out for the day," said Ms. Americana as she stepped on Bart Bilbo's prone body as she approached the main doors of Mount Olympus, her spike heels making noticeable indentations in his skin. "I have seen their like in many alleys and taverns," said Red Sonja as she stepped on Biff and kept on going without looking down. "They have the appearance of all ruffians and thugs everywhere." Samantha looked up as the main doors opened again and she hoped it wasn't yet another shakedown attempt. Her eyes opened a little wider in surprise when she saw the buxom form of Ms. Americana in her red, white and blue bikini. It took an effort to tear her eyes away from the jiggling of those huge breasts as the heroine crossed the lobby to focus on the heroine's companion. Dressed much more modestly in jeans and t-shirt, it would have been easy to dismiss her in comparison to the skimpier dressed Ms. Americana, but the redhead probably had just as big a set of jugs as the heroine and they were straining against the confinement of the simple top. "I know you!" said a haughty voice and Samantha turned to look at where Aphrodite had appeared out of nowhere. It looked like the redhead was about to reply, but the goddess of love ignored her and marched straight up to Ms. Americana and got in her face, standing so close, their breasts were touching. "I have seen you on this thing they call television and they said you were some kind of descendent of mine. I think you are a fraud and nothing but a large boobed mortal cow!" Ms. Americana narrowed her baby blues at Aphrodite and her voice came out in a growl. "Who are you calling a cow, you slut. Everyone knows you will sleep with anything that has a dick. For that matter, you would probably bed anything that breathes regardless of gender or species." ‘Insolent mortal," sneered Aphrodite. "I have seen and heard enough of your exploits to know you have the sexual mores of an alley cat." "Do you want to step outside and repeat that?" snarled Ms. Americana moving even closer to the goddess, so now their breasts were grinding into each other and their smoldering eyes inches away from each other. "I should have expected something like that from a mortal barbarian," jeered Aphrodite. "I have a better way to settle the issue. Follow me." Ms. Americana looked momentarily confused by this, but there was no way she was backing down from this arrogant bitch and when Aphrodite turned around and walked away, the heroine followed closely on her heels. "Nice to see you again too," Sonja called after Aphrodite who still hadn't seemed to either notice or recognize her from their previous meetings. Scowling, Sonja turned to Samantha. "I need to talk to that jerk Zeus, so get him down here right now." "Do you have an appointment?" Samantha asked as calmly as she could, though the snap in the redhead's voice had almost made her comply before she could regain her composure. "No, but if he doesn't get his immortal ass down here pronto, I will find him and give him a good kicking in that ass," snapped Sonja who knew it was an empty threat, but her temper was starting to rise after the stupidity between Ms. Americana and Aphrodite. "Tell him it is Red Sonja who wants to have a word with him." * * * Ms. Americana looked around in confusion when Aphrodite led her into one of the luxury suites of the hotel. She had been expecting a gym or exercise room where they could settle their differences. "What is this all about?" she asked, gesturing to the room. "Take your clothes off," ordered Aphrodite. "Considering how skimpy your garments are, that certainly won't take very long." "Right and that toga of yours is all you have on I bet," sneered Ms. Americana, "but why do we need to be naked to fight?" "Who said anything about fighting," answered Aphrodite as she removed her toga to show that the heroine had guessed correctly as she now stood there naked. The goddess of love ran her hands over her large, breasts and then down over her full hips. "Our contest shall be in the bed as befits my standing as the goddess of love and sex. The first one to cum loses and must admit the superiority of the other. I am looking forward to hearing you grovel and admit your inferiority to me." "In your dreams," snapped Ms. Americana who reached behind her back to undo the clasp on her top and let it fall to the rug. The heroine's mighty 38G boobs spilled into view and they were still jiggling and bouncing when she hooked her fingers into the elastic of her bottoms and yanked them down. Finally, the brunette kicked off her high heeled boots and followed Aphrodite over to the king sized bed covered with the highest quality silk sheets that money could buy. "A 69 I take it?" asked Ms. Americana. "Do you want to be on top or the bottom? It's your bed, so I'll let you pick." "A 69?" echoed Aphrodite and her eyes seemed to go unfocussed for a moment as if she were consulting some inner oracle. "Ah yes, one of your modern terms based on the barbaric numeric system from the Mesopotamian region. In my time, it was called a Double Aphrodite in my honour." Ms. Americana rolled her eyes. "Conceited much aren't you?" "Nonsense, it is not conceit to know you are clearly the superior being," replied Aphrodite with a shake of her blonde hair. "I shall take the top position." "As you please," said Ms. Americana climbing onto the bed and laying down on her back. A moment later, Aphrodite lowered herself on top of the heroine, pressing her shaved pussy into Ms. Americana's mouth while burying her own face between the heroine's spread thighs. "On the count of three," said Aphrodite. "One, two, three," and the goddess's tongue lashed out to run over the pussy in front of her face. At the exact same moment her tongue made contact, the goddess felt Ms. Americana's tongue also hit paydirt on her cunt and quickly find her clit. The goddess barely managed to contain a moan of pleasure at this and quickly sought out Ms. Americana's sensitive little bud and wrapped her lips around it. Well, she might be an arrogant bitch, thought Ms. Americana, but she sure knows her way around a pussy with that big mouth of hers. I've been eaten out by some experts and she certainly ranks right up there with the best of them. Still, Ms. Americana was confident she would win, though a few seconds later that confidence was shaken when Aphrodite changed her tactics and pushed her tongue into her pussy and unerringly found the heroine's g-spot on her first lick. Aphrodite smirked to herself as she heard the first audible moan of the strange contest from the mortal. She was determined to put this slut in her place and show the folly of any human who thought to challenge a goddess, especially at her own speciality. The goddess's smirk vanished abruptly as she felt the dark haired human gently bite down on her clit while lapping at it gently with her tongue. The sensation was so overpowering and unexpected, Aphrodite almost came right then and it took iron self control to prevent a disaster. Ms. Americana heard the moan from the goddess and felt the body above her tremble with pleasure. For a second, she thought she had the arrogant bitch, but the goddess managed to control herself and redouble the intensity of her licking. Now it was the heroine who barely managed to control her body and stop the orgasm she wanted so badly. Well, there hadn't been any mention of having to stick to only using tongues and so while licking and sucking Aphrodite's engorged clit, Ms. Americana slipped first one and then two fingers into the blonde and began to pump them in an out, curling them to make sure they grazed over her opponent's g-spot with each stroke. This got a second moan from Aphrodite and now Ms. Americana felt victory was within her grasp. I will not lose to a mere mortal, thought Aphrodite fiercely and now she too brought her fingers into the fray. While she continued to lick at the human's sensitive inner pleasure zone, she began to gently rub the woman's quite large and erect clit with her fingers. That tied up the moans at two apiece as both women fought to hold back their orgasm. It would have taken a camera with an extremely precise timer to decide which woman came first. Even as Ms. Americana felt the patter of Aphrodite's juices raining down on her face, the goddess felt the heroine's honey blasting over her face in a hot squirt. The contest forgotten for the moment in their pleasure and lust, the two women continued to lick and swallow the tasty liquid offering of the other for several minutes before Aphrodite finally rolled off the heroine and lay there panting. "I believe it was a tie," said Aphrodite and now there was wonder and admiration in her voice instead of haughtiness and mockery. "You are incredible for a human and very tasty too." "You taste pretty good yourself," admitted Ms. Americana as she ran her tongue over her lips to gather up any stray droplets of Aphrodite's nectar she had missed. "That was the best pussy licking I ever had and I can't wait to rub that in Esha's face the next time we meet." "Speaking of rubbing things in faces, do you feel up to another round human?" queried Aphrodite. "Bring it on," grinned Ms. Americana, "but this time I get to be on top." "Agreed," said the goddess who lay back and spread her legs in welcome. "This might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship." * * * "Red Sonja, my favourite mortal," boomed Zeus as he strode into the lobby and gave the swordswoman a rib crushing hug and at the same time copping a feel of her ass. ""I'm sure you say that to every woman you wanted to fuck," replied Sonja as she managed to disentangle herself from the god. "No, I normally don't bother with such mundane bantering," said Zeus with open honesty. "I generally find it works much easier if I just change into something like a bull and mount her." "Yes, I'm sure your suave ways are legendary," snorted Sonja. "Hell, you even make Conan look civilized and that's hard to do." "The comedian?" asked Zeus. "I have seen him on this thing you call television. He was alright, if not terribly funny." Now, it was Sonja's turn to look puzzled as Conan was many things, but a comedian was not among them. To be an entertainer, you had to know words more than one syllable long in her opinion which left Conan out. "Conan isn't important except in his own mind, so let's forget him. I came to find out what happened to bring you to Delta City." "I hardly see that is any of your business mortal," came a familiar sneering voice. "Oh hello Hera, nice to see you haven't changed a bit in the last couple thousand years, or is that a bit of grey I am seeing?" asked Sonja "Why you insolent mortal wench, I should turn you into a slug or some other base animal to suit your character better," growled Hera. "Ok, let's all try and get along," said Zeus hastily stepping between the two women in a very uncharacteristic , for him, attempt to play peacemaker. "Let's go to the conference room for a chat.". Taking the arm of each of the would be combatant's in each hand, he steered them out of the lobby. "I will bring coffee and doughnuts," said Samantha when she saw Zeus throw an appealing look over his shoulder at her. A few of the other Olympians were waiting in the conference room including Athena, Hercules, Poseidon, Artemis, Apollo and Prometheus. Most gave her nods of acknowledgement, but Hercules bounded out of his seat to outdo Zeus with a hug and a grope. After Sonja had once more managed to free herself from an over friendly greeting, they all sat down and the swordswoman looked at Zeus expectantly. "Well, you wanted to know how we came to Delta City," said the head of the gods. "About two centuries after we met you last, we were attacked on Mount Olympus by forces unknown to us at that time. They were of course no match for me." "Really Zeus!" broke in Apollo. "I don't recall you fighting off the attack by yourself." "Well, yes I suppose the rest of you did help out," allowed Zeus magnanimously. "Anyway, after I …," he paused sensing the glares from around the table , "ok, after we beat off their first attack, they somehow placed an imprisoning barrier around Mount Olympus that we were unable to break through." Red Sonja arched an eyebrow. "That must have been one hell of a spell to accomplish that." "We think they had inside help," growled Zeus. "There were a few Olympians absent at the time of the attack, most notably my brother Hades." "Why do you suspect him? I thought Hades and you had patched things up after the previous attack on Mount Olympus by some of the Zodiac?" asked Sonja. [Author's Note: See the concluding chapter of Red Sonja and the Thirteenth Sign of the Zodiac for more details] "I thought we had," replied Zeus grimly. "The reason I suspect him is that we later learned the identity of those who attacked us. They were demons most of whom took on the likeness of some aspect of the so called devil of the Christian god who rules their netherworld." "So, you think that as a ruler of a netherworld realm, he would throw in with these demons?" asked Sonja. "Do you have any actual proof?" "Not a shred," broke in Athena which earned her a dirty look from Zeus. "Well we don't," she maintained. "Have you tried talking to him?" asked Sonja. "We haven't been able to contact him while in our prison and still haven't since we escaped to Earth," answered Athena. "Just how did you escape anyway?" asked Sonja, feeling like she already had a suspicion, but wanting it confirmed. "We could not open a portal out of Mount Olympus," replied Athena, "but when we detected the wizard Crimson Spider opening one for you, Hecate was able to use that to open a matching portal for us." "Something doesn't add up here," said Sonja with a frown. "The heroines of this city received information that they believe to be accurate that it was one of the arch demons who suggested to Crimson Spider that he should send me here. They had to be smart enough to realize you could use that to escape their trap, so why would they do it? Why go to the bother of imprisoning you for all those centuries to let you escape so easily?" "It makes no sense," agreed Athena with a frown and the others around the table nodded in puzzled agreement when she glanced at them. "They are obviously up to something, but we don't know what it might be." "Do any of you have any suggestions on what we should do?" asked Sonja. "Mayhap a chat with Hades might be in order. If he did indeed collaborate with these foul demons, perhaps he can be persuaded to enlighten us as to their plans." Sonja looked up from her thoughts with surprise as that idea had come from Hercules who she had suspected incapable of thinking about much unless it involved wine, women and song. Sonja looked over at Hecate. "You said you haven't been able to contact Hades, but could you open a portal to Hades?" Before the sorceress goddess of magic could answer, the conference room door opened and Aphrodite and Ms. Americana entered, both looking much happier with each other than the last time Sonja had saw them. "Sorry if we are late," said Aphrodite with a very uncharacteristic apology. "Ms. Americana and I were conferring with each other to reach an understanding between our two groups." "Oh, and how many orgasms did that take?" asked Artemis. "Wouldn't you like to know oh virgin one," sneered Aphrodite, quickly returning to form, "or did Orion manage to remove that status after all?" "Stop this pointless bickering," broke in Athena. "We were just about to consider a venture to Hades to try and learn more about our adversaries and their objectives." "I was about to say," said Hecate, "that the same spell that imprisoned us to Mount Olympus is also preventing me from contacting Hades or opening a portal directly to it." "What about you?" Sonja turned to Hermes. "I thought you said you could go anywhere." "Normally yes," agreed Hermes. "That is my power, but someone knew my powers well enough to build in an immunity to them into their spell." Red Sonja, Ms. Americana and the gods sat in silence trying to find a way around the problem they faced only to have their ruminations broken by a knock on the door. It swung open and a young Chinese girl entered, staggering under the weight of a dozen square cardboard boxes from which a delicious aroma was being emitted. She managed to make it to the table and drop her burden on it. "One dozen extra larges assorted," she announced and turned around and headed for the door. "Wait, don't you want a tip?" called Samantha. "If you insist," replied the girl with a smile and she walked over to where Red Sonja was sitting and grabbed a boob in each hand and began to squeeze and play with them through her t-shirt while the others sat frozen gaping at this. After about thirty seconds, the girl released Sonja's breasts, smiled, bowed and walked out. The swordswoman looked down at her chest to see her nipples were almost painfully erect and clearly visible through the fabric. "I don't remember ordering pizza," said Samantha finally as she got up and started to distribute the boxes around the table. "I don't want the kind with that damn pineapple on it," declared Hercules looking for an all meat pie. "vegetarian for me," said Aphrodite and Ms. Americana simultaneously and they grinned at each other. "Seafood for me," said Poseidon. "There's a note on this box," said Samantha holding it up and frowning. "It says ‘The best pizza available in Hades'" * * * Hexanna, Nefertari and Nevada Jones mounted the steps to Piper house and Nevada pressed the doorbell. It was one of those musical doorbells that played a musical tune very badly, but what made it unique was that it never played the same tune twice. It was often hard to tell just what the tune was and as they listened to it, Nevada couldn't decide if it was "Happy Birthday" or "American Pie". After waiting for a couple of minutes for Fiona to answer the door, they began to get concerned. With anyone else, they might simply have assumed she had gone out, but Fiona Piper never went out unless Nevada and Nefertari almost literally dragged her out with them. The girl was quite content to stay home and catalog the infinite number of items that occupied every inch of the large house and some inches and feet that seemed to belong to other dimensions as well. Fiona lived on food delivery at least partially because every bit of kitchen counter space was covered in some kind of collectible. Just inside the front door were literally thousands of pizza boxes, neatly stacked and numbered. Nevada was sure that Fiona could look up the number on her laptop and tell you exactly what day the pizza had been delivered, which restaurant it had come from and what type it had been. "I don't like this," said Nevada and she tried the doorknob to find it unlocked. "It isn't like Fiona not to be home," agreed Nefertari, "but she could simply be having a bath or doing something more intimate." "Then we will apologize and wait for her to finish," responded Nevada with a grin as she stepped into the hall followed by a reluctant Nefertari and Hexanna. "Hello!," Nevada called out into the darkness. "Fiona, it's Nevada and Nefertari, where are you? We brought a friend to meet you." There was no answer, so the trio made their way to the main staircase. They weren't actually sure how many staircases there were as their number and position seemed to shift with time, but the main stairs that led up to Fiona's bedroom at least seemed to remained in a fixed position. "I am sensing there has been recent demonic activity in this house," said Hexanna as she paused at the foot of the stairs and shot a look at Nefertari. Nefertari frowned and concentrated. Her magical powers had been suppressed by the collar she had been forced to wear during her entombment and had been returning, but at a frustratingly slow pace. "Yes, I think you are right," she agreed after a moment. Nevada looked from one magic wielder to the other and gave a brisk nod. "Let's find Fiona quickly then and see if she is alright." They were halfway up the stairs when they saw a couple dozen or more of the energy snakes that Fiona could create with her piping appear at the top of the stairs and start flowing down towards them. The things lacked eyes or any other feature, but they still somehow exuded a hostile intent. They were of various sizes and colours and Hexanna, Nevada and Nefertari began to back slowly down the stairs as they kept a wary eye on the advancing creatures. "Fiona!" called Nefertari with concern in her voice. "Is something the matter? Why are you sending your snakes after us?" The three women had just retreated to the last step when the horde of snakes surged forward with lightning speed and swarmed over them. Nefertari fell back onto the floor at the bottom of the stairs and felt some of the snakes crawling inside her clothes where they seemed to expand. There was the sound of ripping fabric as her clothes were shredded and she quickly found herself naked except for a few tatters of cloth and her boots. The glowing ribbons of red, green, blue and yellow slithered over her bare skin, their bright colours a delightful contrast to her medium brown skin that under other circumstances she might have appreciated more. A pair of blue snakes coiled around her breasts, squeezing them and making her gasp with pleasure. She knew without looking that her black nipples were fully erect and her pussy starting to get wet. Looking down between her heaving breasts, she saw a red snake poking at her slit and even as she watched, she saw and felt it push inside her. The pleasure in her body seemed to double with every inch the thing inserted into her and made her helpless to do anything but lie there an enjoy it. The former queen was so far gone in her desire that when she felt another snake probing at her anus, she welcomed it as it pushed its way inside her body. Nefertari saw a lemon yellow snake weaving in front of her face and instinctively she opened her mouth and it dove down her throat in a flash and began to fuck her mouth. The texture of the creature against her lips and tongue was not that much different than that of a real penis as it felt warm and throbbed as if blood actually pumped through veins and arteries. From the corner of her eyes, Nefertari could see Nevada and Hexanna were in similar situations to her own, though it appeared they both had a second snake in their pussies which both appalled and fascinated her. Then her first orgasm swept over her and Nefertari lost track of what was happening to her companions. She felt her pussy muscles clench and squeeze the snake inside her harder and oddly enough she felt herself hoping she hadn't hurt it. She needn't have worried though as the red snake along with the others continued their ravishment of her body. After several more orgasms of her own, Nefertari felt the snakes in her pussy and ass begin to shoot a warm, thick goo into her and she vaguely wondered where creatures without balls produced cum, yet they obviously were and in fairly significant quantities. Just how significant became even more apparent a short while later when the one in her mouth began to unload and Nefertari swallowed down mouthful after mouthful of the snake's spunk, though she had to admit that it was rather pleasant tasting. Hexanna had dropped her skull staff in the initial attack and then had been too occupied with pleasure to think about it again until after her third wonderful orgasm. A part of her was quite willing to just lie there and enjoy this for as long as it lasted, but a sense of duty recalled her to action. A groping hand found the staff and her other hand yanked the snake that was still ejaculating from her mouth so that the warm cum sprayed all over her face. Casting the snake aside, Hexanna had to swallow several times to clear her throat and then uttered a word of command. There was a shriek from the snake like creatures, almost as if they were living and the things abandoned the three women as if they had been burned. Nefertari and Nevada sat up, coughing up slime which also dribbled from their violated holes. "Fiona better damn well have a good explanation for this," growled Nevada as she got to her feet. She looked down at her ruined clothes, sighed and retrieved her whip from the shreds of cloth and started up the stairs again with the other two equally naked women following her. Cautiously, Nevada pushed open the door to Fiona's bedroom and they saw the blonde girl with mixed race features sprawled on the bed on her back, her clothes partially ripped from her body. Beside her on the bed were the shards of the pipe she played to channel her power. "Fiona, wake up," called Nefertari as she cradled the unconscious girl in her arms and shook her gently, but there was no response. "Her pulse and breathing seem ok," said Nefertari after a moment. "I wonder what happened to her," said Nevada picking up the pieces of the pipe to examine them. "There are burn marks on the rug," observed Hexanna and she once again gave a word of command to her staff. It's eyes began to glow blue and then it projected a 3D image at about one third size. It showed Fiona sitting cross legged on her bed entering data as usual into her laptop. "This is a replay of the past hour or so," said Hexanna when she saw Nevada shoot her a questioning look. Suddenly two orange skinned demons appeared in the room in the image and attacked Fiona, ripping at her clothes. They saw the girl reach desperately for her pipe and play one long, high pitched note on it. Dozens of her energy snakes appeared and attacked the two demons, pulling them off Fiona and strangling them. As the demons died, they burst into flame briefly and vanished. "Well, now we know what happened," said Nevada grimly. "Fiona must have put all her energy into that note and it was too much for her pipe and it broke." "Normally, her snakes would evaporate soon after she finished playing," said Nefertari, "but her urgency and the energy she gave them at her own expense was enough to keep them active to still try and protect her." "Not that I am objecting," said Hexanna, "but why didn't the snakes strangle us like they did with the demons? For that matter, why did they do what they did with our bodies." Nefertari looked slightly embarrassed as she replied. "Um, Fiona has total control over her snakes when she is awake and she sometimes uses them for er intimate reasons. That was what Nevada was hinting at outside. "I suspect the snakes somehow distinguished us from the demons because of this and acted differently towards us." "Ah, I see," replied Hexanna with a smirk. "Well, it was certainly an unique experience wasn't it." "You know, I didn't understand what Fiona saw in those snakes," said Nevada, "but after what happened, which wasn't so unpleasant in retrospect, I am starting to come around to her point of view. Maybe we should join her the next time she offers." "Goddess save us from Aphrodite sexual appetites," said Nefertari with a roll of her eyes. "That didn't sound like a No," snickered Nevada. "No, it wasn't" agreed Nefertari. "Perhaps you pair of perverts would consider including someone else in your future debauchery?" suggested Hexanna. "Oh, I think that can be arranged," said Nevada as her eyes swept over Hexanna's naked body, lingering on the generous breasts and the shaved pussy from which a little of the snake slime was still dribbling from.. You are incorrigible," growled Nefertari and gave her partner an elbow in the ribs before turning her attention back to the girl on the bed. "I think Fiona will be fine with some rest, but we should take her back to the school with us to recover." "I think the snakes will continue to protect the house for a while yet," said Hexanna, "but I shall also add some protective wards that will keep out more demonic incursions for the moment though they can't hold against a very powerful demon or prolonged attack." * * * Tamara hung naked from the chains in the dungeon and gave them a rattle out of boredom. She glanced over at Dergon the assistant torturer and arched an eyebrow at him. "I'm really sorry about this," said the azure coloured scaled demon with an apologetic shrug of its shoulders. "Me too," replied Tamara and gave the chains another rattle for something to do and which made her large breasts bounce up and down. "If it would help, I could fuck you while we wait," said Dergon hopefully as he gave his hard cock a few strokes and some clear precum oozed out the tip. "No thank-you," said Tamara politely. "It just wouldn't be the same you know." Dergon nodded and checked his rather out of place Rolex again. He had got the watch from a hedge fund CEO a few months back in exchange for helping the man escape. Of course, he had to then cut the man's tongue out, so he couldn't make nasty, baseless accusations against him while Diablo tortured him, but it sure was a nice watch. "He's not normally late for this kind of thing," Dergon finally said and gave his cock another stroke because he knew it would be expected of him and one never acted out of character in the Hells. "I'm sure he was delayed for some important reason," agreed Tamara as she watched Dergon stroking his cock. "Look, this is silly. If you want to jerk off and cum on me then that's ok. It will help pass the time for both of us." "Really?" asked Dergon brightening up considerably. "Are you sure you don't mind? I mean, I am just the assistant torturer." Tamara shrugged which again sent her breast jiggling. "I am sure it will be good practice for when you become a full fledged torturer. I believe sexual humiliation is an important skill that you have to master." "It is, it is," agreed Dergon hurriedly who moved to stand in front of Tamara and schooled his features into the approved leer as his hands worked up and down his cock. "Um, would you mind doing a little cowering to help me get in the proper mood?" "Sure, no problem," agreed Tamara. She made her eyes go wide and put on a horrified expression as she watched the masturbating demon. "No, please you can't do this, I'm begging you! It is so disgusting and humiliating!" "Oh that's good," moaned Dergon as his hands became a blur on his cock. "It makes me even sorrier about what has happened to you." Then the demon put the leer back on his face to continue. "Foolish mortal, you are at my mercy now and nothing can save you. I shall claim your delectable body with my seed." Dergon threw back his head and gave a loud moan as he started to cum. He took aim and his first blast caught Tamara across the nose, the second splattered over her boobs and the third hit her on the stomach. "How was that?" he gasped. "Not bad," said Tamara, "but I still think you need to work on a few things. You have to take a bit longer to cum, so you can build up the suspense and the terror in your victim. Also, I think you should be able to get at least four big wads of cum, so you were one short. There should be one for each boob or alternatively hit the pussy." "Thanks for the advice, I will remember that," replied Dergon. "I normally can do the four big blasts, sometimes five, but I have been off my game a bit lately." "Ah, been seeing a nice female demon I imagine," said Tamara with a smile. "No, just work issues weighing on my mind," replied Dergon who wasn't about to admit it was not being able to get together with Samantha since she took up with the damned Olympians. "I know how that can be," said Tamara sympathetically and then they both heard footsteps approaching and a moment later the dungeon door slammed open and Diablo strode in. "Sorry, I'm late," said the Arch Demon in charge of torture. He regarded the cum dripping from Tamara's face and breasts for a moment. "Ah, I see you started without me." "I hope you don't mind," said Tamara. "I thought Dergon needed the practice." "No, no, I don't mind at all," leered Diablo. "His cum distribution looks a bit off, but it's not a bad effort. Now, however, it is time to get on with the reason why you are here." "Yes my lord," agreed Tamara. She really hated one on one meetings with Diablo. The demon couldn't seem to hold meaningful discussions unless she was naked and chained. It also seemed necessary for him to get it up and of course that was an important part of the meeting, at least as far as he was concerned. "I have located a human flunky who will be perfect for your plan." "That's good, er bad," said Diablo pausing to consider what the proper adjective should be in Hell then shrugged and just decided to the hells with it and pulled out his cock. It was slightly incongruous on him, though no one in their right mind would venture to say so to his face, but it was coal black to match his eyes, while the rest of his skin was a pale white with perhaps faint traces of crimson. It was easily twice the length and girth of Dergon's which was only fitting for an arch demon and he grabbed Tamara's hips and slid his member home into her pussy with well practiced ease. "Ahhhhhh," moaned Tamara loudly since she knew Diablo loved verbal responses. It probably had something to do with his love of torture and hearing people scream for him. At least he didn't use his whip anymore at these meetings, thought Tamara. The other members of the council had made him stop, not because they disapproved of the whippings, but because they felt they caused a drop in her efficiency while she recovered from them. Their feeling was that there were plenty of others he could whip to his heart's content if he so desired, but Tamara had work to do which they didn't want blood dripped all over. Tamara's chains rattled loudly now as Diablo rammed his cock into her pussy harder and harder with increasing speed until he began to blast a scalding load of cum deep inside her. When it started to dribble out around the edge of his cock and run down her legs, he pulled out with a rather lewd sound and added a few large ropes of cum to her face and boobs. That's how you do it properly," Diablo said to Dergon. "Yes master, I see I still have much to learn," replied the assistant torturer. Diablo turned to go and then paused to look back at Tamara. "I want an update from you tomorrow." Turning to Dergon, he asked "Is the dungeon booked for 18 hundred Hours?" Dergon walked over to a blood splattered clipboard on the wall and consulted it. "No," he said giving his head a shake. "There is that former U.S Senator on tap for tomorrow, but not until 20"00 hours. She is spending the time before that having her fingernails removed one at a time in Room 222. We are having it recorded for our remote learning series." "Until tomorrow then," said Diablo with a nod of his head and then he was gone, his footsteps receding down the corridor. Dergon hurried over to get Tamara down from the chains. "That went well," he observed. "He was in quite a good mood, he must think he is going to win the contest." "They all do," replied Tamara as she headed for the dungeon door and a quick shower before heading back to Delta City to arrange things for Diablo's show. If she didn't do a good enough job, he might just convince the others that he needed to use his whip again. * * * Lydia Willis aka Flag Girl herd her cell phone beep and snatched it up to see what the message was. A glance showed it was from Summer Morgan, otherwise known as Spectre Girl. "OMG have you seen this?" There was a link after the message text and Lydia clicked on the link which brought up a video. She found a bizarre looking man smiling back at her. The first thing you noticed about him was the neon green suit he was wearing with a equally bright pink bowtie at his throat. The second thing, only because there was less of it, was his hair which perfectly matched his suit and looked like it had been style by a hurricane on drugs. When you got past all that, there were his eyes which were a blue so bright, they couldn't possibly be natural. After seeming to pause to let his viewers take in the whole regalia, the man began to speak. "Why howdy there ladies and gents," he said in a thick Texas accent that totally didn't match his appearance. "My name is Whackyy Willie and I am here to tell you about the grand opening of Wonky Willie's Adult Toy Factory here in Delta City. We are going to be making the best and widest range of adult sex toys and related doohickie's. We've got dildos, vibrators and butt plugs for the discerning customer in a wide variety of colours and shapes. Do you want a celebrity blow-up doll to keep you company on those cold winter nights? We got Dolly, we got Angelina, hell we even got Ms. Americana if you fancy sleeping with a genuine superheroine. We make all kinds of sexy clothes and costumes. Maybe you want to be a naughty nun, a sexy nurse or everybody's favourite Catholic schoolgirl. Want to walk on the wilder side? We produce a wide range of handcuffs, chains, whips and other bondage gear that will make 50 Shades of Grey look like a Disney movie. Speaking of movies, we will be making and producing the highest quality porn in the world. Name a fetish and we can help you with it. To introduce you to our wide range of offerings, Wacky Willie is having a giant contest. In our own Wacky Willie brand of condoms, available in a wide variety of flavours I might add, we are placing redeemable coupons for many of our fine products. There will also be five ultra special gold tickets that will entitle the finders to a private tour of the factory and one of those five will be chosen to go on a factory shopping spree and win all the loot they can carry out in their arms. All five will also receive a specially designed dildo that is an authentic copy of well known movie star Duke Stone, complete with a certificate of authenticity." "I have got to find one of those gold tickets," Lydia texted Summer back after watching the video. "You and a million other women in this city," replied Summer. "I just got back from the drug store in the nearest mall and I got their last box of Whacky Willie condoms. I only got that because I accidently knocked over the nun on crutches who was about to get her undeserving hands on it." "Did you find a gold ticket?" asked Lydia. "No, all I got was a free pair of handcuffs," replied Summer. "I mean I have a couple dozen pairs already thanks to mom. Do you want three dozen opened cherry flavoured condoms?" "No, but I hear you can make balloon animals with them" replied Lydia. * * * Tamara watched the Whacky Willie video on her computer and smiled. It looked perfect. She had found the buffoon selling used cars that had been in accidents and written off by the insurance companies down in El Paso. The man had fewer scruples than the members of the demon council and had been more than willing to be the front man for this operation. He hadn't cared if it was legal or illegal since he left that kind of stuff to his lawyers to worry about. He just wanted to make a few bucks and maybe score a pussy or two. Well, the latter at least shouldn't be a problem. Of course the five winning gold tickets could not be left to random chance as the video implied. It was essential to the plan to make sure the five finalists were among the hottest women in Delta City. Tamara frowned at the tentative list she had on her screen. Lydia Willis / Flag Girl Barbara Cummings / Esha Christine Simmons / Ms. Patriot Whisper Pratt Pamela Winston A beep from her computer showed she had an email from Diablo. Thank someone, she didn't dare specify who, that the arch demon was too busy to have another dreary naked in chains "meeting" with her. The arch demon was having fun torturing some "President For Life" type who had died of a heart attack in the bed of a prostitute the day after the election he had bought with his soul. The prostitute had really been a succubus, but the contract had been fulfilled and the man had won the election. "All five women you selected are white blondes. We need more ethnic diversity and more corruptible innocence. D." Tamara read the email and frowned. She had used the best AI in the Hells to pick those five, but the damn demon was correct. It served the council right for getting so many software engineers from Google and Facebook to develop the AI as they obviously hadn't used a diverse enough data set. She would have to do it the old fashioned way and pick the five finalists herself. Maybe she could get away with two blondes? Flag Girl had despite her many cock encounters that air of innocence with her blonde pigtails, so Tamara wanted her on the revised list. Esha was certainly busty enough and had been behaving herself too well lately, so Tamara also wanted to keep her. Christine Simmons was one of the biggest nymphomaniacs among the heroines, right up there with Night Raven, so maybe she could be repurposed for another of the demon's plans. Whisper Pratt was a pretty much useless socialite and a Type Zero Aphrodite who had the dubious talent of being able to sense the size of any cock within a hundred feet of her. Again, a possibility for something later. Then there was Pamela Winston. Hmm, she could probably give the demon council lessons on corruption, so she could be ruled out. Time to do some research, but first Tamara logged into her Hell Bank Account to check the balance. The bank didn't contain money of course since money was useless in the Hells, but the balance did show how much "favour" you currently possessed. You could gain favour by how much torture you endured, how many others you ratted out, how many times a demon fucked you and other various ways. Supposedly, if you got enough favour, you could buy your way out of the Hells with it. Tamara knew that was a sucker's game as everyone was charged rent for the vermin infested hole or lava pit they lived in and the rates ensured it that no one could ever buy free. There was just that little bit of hope that could be crushed at just the most opportune moment to give the demons a good laugh. While Tamara knew she could never buy herself free, she had made it part of her contract with the council that she could use her favour to by the next best thing. Tamara clicked on an icon and a video window opened to show her what her sister Karla was doing and she smiled at the sight. She was in New York, taking acting lessons and waiting to be discovered. In fact as she watched, Tamara saw she had won an audition for a part in a new play. It wasn't the starring role, but it was a good part and another important step in furthering her acting career. Karla was doing fine and that made her own loss of her soul easier to bear. Tamara blew a kiss to her beautiful younger sister on the screen and then her hard bought time ran out and she had to turn her attention back to the ticket problem. * * * "What happened with Karla?" Pete Ramirez asked Cindy Kelly. "I feel kind of bad, I never kept in touch with her, but I remember something about her being sent to live with an Aunt and Uncle out of state?" Cindy nodded. "Tamara's mother had a sister in a little town in Pennsylvania. I actually offered to adopt Karla, but they pretty much laughed me off. I was a 20 year old rookie cop trying to make ends meet and the aunt and uncle were relatively well off blood relatives who could provide Karla with a stable home. I wrote to her with old fashioned snail mail since apparently the aunt and uncle didn't hold with this new fangled Internet fad. I never herd back and so I tried phoning to see if my letters had arrived, but Karla was never home when I called or so I was told. After a few years of this, I finally had some time to breathe and drove up there. I found the aunt and uncle had a nice new house and car thanks to the money they got from the estate and insurance, but Karla wasn't there." Pete visibly winced at this, but had been half expecting something like it when Cindy's narrative began. "What was the story?" he growled. "They told me she was unruly, acting out is the official term and finally ran off when she refused to follow their rules anymore," replied Cindy with a shake of her head. "On the surface, that kind of made sense for someone who went through the trauma she did, but I stayed in that town a few days to ask around. Most people didn't want to talk to me since I was a stranger, but I did manage to talk to a couple of kids who knew Karla from school. Their story is the aunt and uncle are a couple of religious nutcases who beat Karla for the smallest transgression and would lock her in her room for days without food or water to make her behave. They said Karla finally had enough of that and ran away, though they claimed and I believed them that they didn't know where. Their best guess was New York which probably makes sense. I sent out a missing persons bulletin to all the major cities near there just in case, but I have never heard anything back. If Karla went to New York, it swallowed her up and hasn't spit her back out." * * * Nineteen year old Karla Smith, her previous name long buried, stood on a street corner in New York and watched the SUV slow down and stop. It was a cold night and she shivered in her skimpy outfit as she approached the car and the window came down. "Hey honey, how much for a blowjob?" the man asked. He was dirty and unshaved, probably just off work from whatever job he had and Karla didn't care much. "Fifty bucks," she told him and when he nodded in agreement and leaned over to open the passenger side door for her to get in, Karla walked around the vehicle and sat beside him as he headed for a dark stretch or an alley to do the deed. It was only her third trick of the night and Herman would be unhappy with her if things didn't pick up. If Herman wasn't happy, Karla knew she wouldn't get the drugs she needed so freaking bad and tomorrow would be another day in hell. The End