A Halloween tale featuring Nightmare Witch, Esha, Sara
Kraft, Got Gal, Got Chic, and Hexanna.
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Nightmare Witch: The Price of Power
by Sigma
I
A full moon loomed over the
When she raised the lid, she
looked inside and found what she had been looking for; a small, grotesque idol
of a leering demon. She picked it up just as cold metal pressed to the back of
her head.
"Trick or treat, Esha,"
A woman with a British accent said.
"Trick..." Esha chuckled
and raised her hands.
"Right. I'll be taking the idol and disappearing, leaving you here
on this cold Halloween night to freeze that skinny arse off in the
breeze," Sara answered.
"I've got a trick for you
then!" Esha said before dropping down and sweeping Sara off her feet with
her long, shapely leg.
Sara backflipped away just in
time, but had no time to react, as the bikini-clad thief was on her the moment
she was back on her feet. Sara barely managed to block a pair of strikes,
dropping her guns in the process, but she answered with a fist in Esha's rock
hard abs, causing the thief to double over with the wind knocked out of her.
With Esha on her knees, Sara
wrapped an arm around her neck and squeezed. "You're used to being on your
knees, yeah? Maybe..." Sara drew her finger slowly across Sara's ample
cleavage as the thief struggled in her surprisingly strong grip. "...I'll
leave you all tied up for some lonely dock worker. Make his day a bit better.
What do you think?"
Esha growled and then opened her
mouth and clamped down on Sara's forearm, causing the busty Brit to yell in
surprise and jump back.
"You fucking bit me!"
Esha smirked and tossed her hair
back, stretching her limbs and sticking out her chest. "You're going to
have to try a bit harder, Sara. I was here first. The idol is coming with
me."
Sara looked at her opponent and
then at her downed gun, but both women looked up when a skylight shattered and
the air was suddenly filled with seemingly hundreds of screeching bats all
swooping and swarming around them. They screamed and ran in separate directions
and the swarm dissipated and converged on one point before Nightmare Witch
emerged and the bats flew away.
"Trick or treat,
ladies," she said with a smirk and hands on her shapely hips. Before
either of them could react, they froze in place after Nightmare Witch chanted a
quick spell. She walked over to the crate and picked up the demon idol.
"Ah, yes, you are a
beauty..." She said, examining it. Her eyes glowed and she spoke more
arcane words before throwing the statue. It hit the ground and shattered in an
explosion of white light, and from that light emerged a demon the resembled the
statue in every way. The creature stood nearly seven feet tall, and was all pale skin and lean muscle, with a sizable cock
dangling between powerful legs. Its six eyes scanned the room and settled on
Nightmare Witch, who released the two thieves in their presence.
"A gift for your return,
ancient one," she said, motioning to the two of them.
Sara and Esha looked at each
other, turned, and began running into the warehouse, but the beast was already
on them. Sara got caught first, and was swatted into a stack of crates. She
slumped to the floor, unconscious. The demon then grabbed Esha in its powerful
arms, and she kicked and tried to wiggle out of its hold, every supple curve
jiggling as she fought. The demon raised a fingernail and drew a small symbol
on Esha's forehead, and she soon fell unconscious. The demon stripped her of
her costume, a simple black bikini, and dropped her on the floor next to Sara
before stripping her as well. He looked at the two busty, naked, and
unconscious women at his feet before turning that sinister gaze at the one who
summoned him.
"Have your fill, ancient one.
On this night of evil, the city is your playground," Nightmare Witch said,
smiling with arms outstretched.
"These two do not have any
magic," the demon spoke in a deep, echoing voice.
Nightmare Witch paused, not
expecting that. "Uh...no...great one. But there
are those in this city who do, and they too can be your playthings if submit to
me."
"Submit?" the demon said
with a laugh. "I will do no such thing. Instead, I will see every inch of
your naked flesh defiled by every depraved fiend in the demonic wastelands for
such a blasphemous suggestion," The demon stepped forward, towering over
Nightmare Witch as it sniffed at her, and its cock stood at attention while its
lips formed into a smile. "You...you stink of the Dark Tribunal. Their
magic is strong."
Nightmare Witch swallowed a lump
in her throat and stepped back, but gasped when the creature seized her by the
throat.
"You will be my first meal,
witch."
Nightmare Witch managed to choke
out a word and the bat swarm descended upon the demon, causing him to let go of
his prey and lash out at the creatures. They then flew away and she was gone.
"Hah..." the demon
chuckled. "No matter. I, Erroth the Ravager, will
have my fill in time..." He then turned back to Sara and Esha and waved
his hand. A portal of dark, swirling energies opened on the ground beneath them
and slender, shadowy hands crept out. The two thieves both stirred awake to
find their soft flesh being fondled by the phantom appendages, and screams were
quickly muffled as they were dragged into oblivion. When the portal closed,
Erroth turned and looked up into the night sky. "Now, let us see what this
strange place has to offer..."
II -
Anita Jackson gasped and clutched
the sheets beneath her as she rocked back and forth in time with Danny Rosen,
star athlete's, thrusting. She reached up, removing her eye patch and tossing
it to the floor somewhere near the rest of her pirate costume before moving her
hair back. Sweat dripped from her massive swinging 34Gs, where her Got Emerald
rested, and her pussy throbbed as Danny rhythmically slid in an out of her ass
and her gasping filled the air of the otherwise silent bedroom.
Danny gripped Anita's hips, fake
blood from his vampire costume still caking his tightened lips as he lifted one
hand and pulled back Anita's hair. His hips slapped repeatedly against her
jiggling ass cheeks. He then let out a deep exhale, pulled out and paused,
lifting his hands for a moment.
Anita paused and caught her
breath. "No, no, baby don't stop. I'm almost
there," she said to him. Seconds later, a rough hand slid up her side and
gripped her left tit while the other rested on her brown, flawless thigh. A
cock then slid back in and Anita smiled, thinking it her imagination that it
felt bigger this time. She closed her eyes and tossed her hair back as her
partner renewed his thrusting.
Anita was so lost in the wave of
pleasure that came over her, that it took her a moment
to realize that a third hand slid up and gripped her other tit.
She looked down and instead of
seeing human hands, noticed clawed hands with long, slender fingers. She went
to scream in surprise, but the hand that grabbed her hair pulled back and a
fourth hand grabbed her throat.
"Mmm, yes...your magic is
delicious..." Erroth spoke before licking the side of Anita's face while
continuing to thrust in and out of her ass. "You will do nicely."
He then pushed her away, off the
bed and onto the floor.
Anita gasped in horror as the
demon jumped down and stood at his full height. Two arms shrunk back into his
torso, but his cock still stood erect. Anita looked behind him and saw Danny
slumped against the headboard of the bed, eyes rolled back and jaw slack with a
strange symbol on his head. She looked at the demon. "That was Danny
Rosen, you asshole!"
Erroth looked back and laughed. "An insect with a weak soul."
Anita gripped the Got Emerald and
stood up. "You're going back to whatever hell shat you out!" she
promised before a blinding light filled the room. When it subsided, Got Chic
stood tall and proud, her massive brown tits barely contained by the purple
bikini top as she put her fists up in challenge to the monster.
*****
A party going on in the lower
level of the frat house was interrupted and partygoers startled as a loud boom
shook the building moments before a wall exploded and a body flew from the
upper level of the house and slammed into the floor.
Got Chic groaned and stood up as
Erroth jumped down and faced her, his muscular arms outstretched and eyes fixed
on the Got Emerald.
Costumed college students with
drinks in their hands stood in shock before they began running in a panic in
all directions.
"That
stone, give it to me!" Erroth commanded.
"I'll give you
something!" Got Chic promised before turning to the table behind and
ripping up one of the DJ's turntables. She then spun in place and launched it,
hitting Erroth in the jaw hard enough to stun him, and following up with a
flurry of punches that backed the demon up.
Got Chic's assault came to an
immediate halt when Erroth stopped the next two punches by grabbing his
opponent's fists. Got Chic then groaned in pain after Erroth's lower arms
re-grew from his torso and hit her in the ribs on both sides at the same time.
"Weak," Erroth taunted
as he dropped the winded and limp heroine on the floor.
Got Chic tried to get up, but
Erroth's large hand on her throat held her down while one of the others plucked
her emerald from its place on her bikini, tearing it open and releasing her
massive tits at the same time. "No!" she choked out.
Erroth raised the emerald and
examined it. "Such power...but there's more...I can sense it..." He
then pressed the stone to his chest, where the skin absorbed it and held it in
place and his muscles seemed to swell with the increase in power. He laughed
and looked back down to his victim. "Now...I have already tasted of your
flesh, and it is sweet. I desire more!"
Got Chic gagged in protest as
Erroth lifted her by the throat while his lower arms forced her legs apart. His
one free hand tore her panties off and then the fingers reached down and rubbed
against Got Chic's lower lips. Got Chic thrashed in her captor's impossibly
powerful grip, but could do nothing more now that she had been stripped of her
powers. She then gasped and her eyes went wide as Erroth's cock slid into her
pussy as far as it would go. The hand around her throat repositioned to her
hips where it joined the free hand while the other two hands moved from her
ankles to her thighs and lifted her up and down on the demon's swollen member.
The busty teen gasped with each
thrust from the demon, and her supple body jiggled with each up and down
bounce. As Erroth slid in and out, Got Chic dug her nails into her palms, her
nipples hard and her pussy tightening around her enemy.
Erroth laughed and opened his
mouth. His long, serpent-like tongue slipped out and tasted of his captive's sweat-covered
skin, and she seemed to recoil at the action for only a moment before accepting
the muscle snaking over her naked body. With time, the thrusting got faster,
Erroth's grip tightened, and his licking of her body grew more exploratory.
Among the rubble of their battle
and the ruin of the frat house, Got Chic moaned. Her juices seeped from her
pussy, dripped down Erroth's engorged cock, and splashed on the floor at his
clawed feet. The demon lowered the heroine so she was on her hands and knees,
and he put her in the position he had her in only moments before. One hand
pulled her hair, two cupped her tits, and the fourth squeezed her ample ass as
he snaked his tongue back and forth across her body. During his switch, he
never once let up his rhythm.
"Agh! AGH!" Got Chic screamed as
it became more intense. Her tits swung back and forth with the movement like
giant, brown pendulums and, despite herself, Got Chic found herself reach back
until her delicate, gloved fingers found Erroth's balls and began tracing
across the surface. The demon shuddered at the sudden move, but didn't change
his pace.
"You are mine!" he spoke
over her grunts.
"I am yours!" she
replied, cupping his balls with one hand. Erroth moved his hand from her left tit
and put it on her shoulder, and Got Chic grabbed her own tit and began massaging
it in her hand as she felt herself getting closer. Her chest heaved, her legs
quivered, and she could feel her core shuddering as Erroth's pace pushed her
ever closer and then, with a scream, her juices drenched Erroth's cock and
splattered on the floor beneath them.
The demon paused and laughed as
Got Chic breathed heavily. He then pulled his cock out of the teen heroine,
pushed her to the floor and turned her on her back. Erroth grabbed his cock and
brought himself to orgasm, bringing a steady, sticky stream forth that covered the
teen's face and chest while she lay there in a daze.
She stirred only when a portal
appeared beneath her and those shadowy hands emerged and grabbed at her body.
She fought them, but it did no good, and she was soon dragged in and the portal
disappeared immediately after she did.
Erroth look at the Got Emerald
where it sat in his chest and stepped out of the frat house and into the night
air. He then picked up on a powerful magical presence deeper in
III
Some time later, Erroth moved
through the shadows of an abandoned and dilapidated warehouse, his muscles
tense with anticipation as he sniffed at the air around him. A low growl
emanated from his throat, and the demon that roared in shock and surprise when
a wall next to him exploded and sent him flying across the room and through a
crumbling pillar.
Before he could get up, and heel
stepped on his chest and pinned him down. Got Gal stood with her hands on her
hips and ample chest stuck out, a look of rage on her masked face.
"Where is Got Chic?!"
she demanded, and dug her heel in when Erroth laughed in response.
The demon groaned and grabbed Got
Gal's ankles, picking the heroine up and throwing her, but she flipped through
the air, landed, and surged forward, slamming shoulder first into Erroth and
pinning him to a wall. Erroth grew out his lower arms and screamed in anger as
Got Gal ripped off one of them and threw it aside. She then pulled the other
one off and hit Erroth across the face with it. The Got Emerald secured in her
39G bust glowed with a blinding light as Got Gal picked Erroth up and threw him
into the ceiling before catching him on the fall and pile driving him into the
ground, a blow he didn't get up from.
Got Gal stood over him, her supple
body heaving from the exertion as the light on her emerald dimmed. She then
turned when she heard footsteps behind.
"Looks like that little boost
I gave you worked," Nightmare Witch said with a smile as she stepped out
of the shadows. "The monster is beaten."
"I'll make him tell me where
Got Chic is, and then you can do whatever you want with him," Got Gal
promised as she flipped the demon over and reached for Got Chic's emerald.
She then screamed when she was hit
with a powerful blast of energy.
"I don't think so,"
Nightmare Witch smirked as Got Gal fell to her knees. She whispered a word of
power and drained Got Gal not just of the power she had given her earlier, but
of her own power as well.
Got Gal looked up at Nightmare
Witch and tried to stand, but cruel backhand slap from a gloved hand sent the
heroine tumbling to the floor, where she lay splayed out and disoriented. She
couldn't even fight back when Nightmare Witch took her emerald.
"And that ends our
partnership, I'm afraid," she taunted. She then looked at both Got Gal and
Erroth. "I guess I'll be sacrificing both of you to the tribunal. Yes, I
think they'll like th-"
Her victory was cut short when a
powerful arm wrapped around her throat and lifted her, kicking off the ground.
A long tongue drew across her face and she felt a hardened cock against her ass
as Erroth laughed at his struggling prisoner. He drew a nail across her cheek,
leaving a mark, before sliding a hand on her tits, playing with hardened
nipples as he engorged member rubbed against her ass cheeks.
Nightmare Witch panicked and tried
to elbow the demon, but he only tightened his grip. "How?!" the
villainess asked, looking at the unconscious demon on the floor.
"A mere
shade...a fraction of my power given physical form. I sensed two presences in this building and acted accordingly,
you little fool. I suppose I should thank you, however, for this one would have
been some trouble with the extra power you gifted her," he said, motioning
a hand at Got Gal, who was just stirring awake.
Just as the heroine sat up,
holding her head, she was dragged, confused and screaming, into another of
Erroth's portals when it opened. The swirling mass persisted, and Erroth lifted
Nightmare Witch over his head to throw her in as well.
The villainess thought quickly,
and tossed the Got Emerald across the room, catching the demon's attention
immediately. He dropped her to the floor and chased after it. Once he had it in
hand, a swarm of bats flew past him and out of a broken window.
Erroth growled and absorbed the
bigger emerald into his chest, just above the small one. "Run all you
like, little witch. You now carry my brand. You will be mine," he
promised.
IV
Nightmare Witch rubbed a fresh
scar on the side of her face and growled. "What was I thinking, freeing
the monster?" she said to herself as she walked through the darkened
chamber somewhere in
"You have failed to do what
we ask. Why are you here?" one of the figures asked.
"I...need some help,"
Nightmare Witch admitted. "This creature..."
"Erroth the Ravager,"
another of the Dark Tribunal, this one a woman, said.
"Yes..." Nightmare Witch
nodded. "Erroth. He is...far too dangerous. I
can't control him."
The third of the tribunal spoke.
"We warned you against the folly in bringing him into your realm, but you
proceeded anyway. You freed the beast and could not contain him, and now you
bear his mark."
Nightmare Witch's eyes looked in
the direction of the scar on her cheek. "Shit!" she mouthed silently.
"You have failed time and
again to end the Aphrodite threat that stands in the way of our plans, but it
appears The Ravager is succeeding where you have failed," the first spoke.
"We grow tired of your
setbacks, and thus, we are leaving you in the Ravager's...tender care,"
the woman said.
"What?!" Nightmare Witch gasped, stepping back. "Please, just
send one of your emissaries, or some creature who can
help me kill this beast, and I will crush the rest of the Aphrodites as I
promised you!"
"Your promised reward from us
has been withdrawn," the third said. "You are no longer our hand. The
Ravager can do with you whatever he pleases."
"No! Please!"
"You had best flee, my
dear," the woman said. "From what I have heard of the Ravager's
depravity, it is best not to be taken alive by him."
The Dark Tribunal's laughter at
the despair of their former servant filled the chamber as the flame died out
and Nightmare Witch stood there in stunned silence, her lip quivering and heart
racing as she thought about their words.
"Assholes!" was all she
could scream.
"You look like you need a
shoulder to cry on."
Nightmare Witch spun on her heel
and throw a fireball at the mysterious voice, only for
the attack to be stopped by a glowing pair of eyes. The fireball dissipated and
Hexanna stepped forth and held out her staff, the eyes on the skull at the top
still glowing.
"I never had my doubts you'd
sink low, but working for the Dark Tribunal?" the beautiful sorceress said
in her thick Brazilian accent.
"Shut up!" Nightmare
Witch shouted.
"Insults and screaming aren't
going to help you. I saw the whole thing. I've been tracking the monster since
I first sensed it," Hexanna explained, approaching Nightmare Witch.
"And you are going to help
me?" Nightmare Witch asked.
"Only to get my friends
back," Hexanna said with a shrug of her slender shoulders. Her 38Ds
shifted in the brown leather bikini top barely keeping them contained ever so
slightly. "Otherwise, I'd let Erroth do whatever he wants with you."
Nightmare Witch snarled. "Fine. It's not like I have many options."
Hexanna walked up until the two of
them were only inches apart. She grabbed Nightmare Witch's face and looked at
Erroth's brand. "Oh, you foolish, foolish woman," the sorceress said,
shaking her head.
"I'm going to think of some
more creative uses for that pretty mouth of yours when this is over,"
Nightmare Witch promised as she narrowed her eyes.
Hexanna only laughed at her, but
her expression changed and she turned her head toward the entrance of the room.
"He's here!"
"I am here," Erroth
confirmed, stepping out of the shadows with arms outstretched at his sides.
Hexanna and Nightmare Witch stood
side by side and watched the creature.
"Ah, that magic contained in
that staff...I must have it," Erroth said, looking at Hexanna. "Just as I will have both of you."
The witch and the sorceress looked
at each other, nodded, and then turned to the demon and launched fireballs at
him just as he began charging. He successfully dodged Hexanna's but Nightmare
Witch waved her hands and had hers change direction at the last moment,
catching Erroth off guard and knocking him to the side. The demon groaned and
was thrown off his feet, but quickly recovered and dodged two more that came
his way.
Hexanna stepped back and chanted a
spell, teleporting her and Nightmare Witch out of the way when Erroth charged
at them and putting them behind the creature. "We need backup!" she
said to the witch.
Nightmare Witch nodded and raised
her arms while chanting another spell. "Come, my minions! Attack!"
There was a rumble behind them
before the door to the chamber swung open and a small army of skeletal warriors
charged through, going around the two women and converging on the demon. Even
with four arms, he had trouble holding back the sheer numbers. He managed to
smash many of them, but they reassembled and renewed the attack.
Hexanna smiled and lifted her
staff, stirring the spirits trapped within it as she began chanting a spell.
Soon, ghastly spirits rose from the ground and turned to Hexanna. "Destroy
that beast, and I will free you!"
The spirits turned and charged,
joining the skeletons in the attack.
Erroth raged against the army
attacking him, and scattered many of them with a powerful blast that threw them
back. Dark energies then swirled around him, causing the room to shake and the
army to pause momentarily.
"Dark denizens," he
addressed the skeletons and spirits. "You need not be shackled to these
mortals, who must borrow what little power they have to play at something far
greater than they."
The skeletons and spirits turned
and looked at each other in confusion.
The emeralds in Erroth's chest
glowed as he waved his hand. Hexanna's spirits began gaining physical, solid
shape. Flesh made whole into revenants. The skeletons felt Nightmare Witch's
influence weakening in turn.
"Join me. Ravage them in my
name and you will be slaves no longer."
"Oh shit..." Nightmare
Witch and Hexanna said in unison as dozens of pairs of glowing eyes turned to
them at once, moments before the dark army began surging toward them. They ran
for the only door out of the chamber, but it slammed shit, trapping them
inside. Hexanna tried to chant another teleportation spell, but Erroth charged
through his army and grabbed her by the throat, cutting off her chanting and
twisting the staff from her grip.
He then cast her to the side and
Hexanna disappeared, screaming in terror, underneath a press of bodies that
moments ago were spirits under her command.
Three of the skeletons seized
Nightmare Witch while countless others surrounded her and forced her to her
knees. Erroth walked over, massive cock erect as he laughed.
"You have lost the game,
little witch, and now it is time to pay the price."
"No, please mighty one. Allow
me to serve you. I can do so much more for you as a servant than a
prisoner!"
"I think not," Erroth
answered. "Your flesh will be made mine for all eternity."
Nightmare Witch heard screaming
and looked past Erroth. Behind the demon, she could see the revenants handling
Hexanna, stripping her of her leather bikini and thong. The busty Brazilian
sorceress threw futile punches that didn't phase her
aggressors, until they seized her arms. When she tried kicking them, they
grabbed her shapely legs and held them, pinning her to the floor. A hand around
her throat stopped her screaming and many, many more hands handled her shapely,
soft body as one revenant positioned himself between
her legs while another got beneath her and the two of them penetrated her at once.
Others held her firmly in place as she yelled at them to stop, waiting their
turn to take their rage out on the woman who kept them enslaved in her magical
staff.
Erroth chuckled and turned back to
Nightmare Witch. "Such is the fate of all who oppose me."
The skeletons released Nightmare
Witch, but she dared not stand. Instead, she kept her eyes to the floor in an
attempt to prove submission to the demon.
"Yes...that is it. You are mine, now."
She watched Erroth walk around
her, keeping her eyes on the creature's clawed feet. She then noticed another
pair of identical feet in front of as a hand touched her face where the brand
was. A hand brushed across her shoulders and, to her other side, another
identical figure approached. Nightmare Witch then looked up and saw herself
surrounded by Erroth and two of his shades. She had no idea which one was the
original Erroth, but that hardly mattered now.
Their stiffened cocks all illustrated the demon's plan for her.
Before she could say anything
more, the witch was grabbed by her dark hair and lifted up. Hands tore at her
cape and skimpy black outfit until they were shredded and she was naked before
them, heaving chest exposed as one of the demons grabbed her legs and spread
them. She felt herself being slowly lowered onto its massive cock while the
demon lifting her lowered her as the one penetrating her lay on its back,
forcing her to ride him. The demon in front of her grabbed her jaw and forced himself into her mouth while the third forced its cock into
her hand.
Just beyond them, Hexanna had
fully accepted her fate at the hands of the naked revenants who had once served
her. Nightmare Witch saw one of them of
them finish on the sorceress, move back and give way for another to penetrate
her while she jerked off two others, her eyes in a haze and her nipples fully
erect.
Hands gripped Nightmare Witch
around the waist and she began bouncing up and down on one Erroth's cock, while
taking another in her mouth and the third in her hand. All around her, the
skeletons that she once commanded watched with their silent, unchanging grins,
and she couldn't help but try to look for a way out. The
Erroth in front of her, whose cock was in her mouth, gripped her hair and
forced himself further down her throat, nearly gagging the witch as the one
beneath her penetrated deeper and deeper, stretching the walls of her pussy.
Hands grabbed and played with her
tits, two others gripped her ass cheeks, and she could even feel a finger
sliding into her ass hole.
"Mmmph...mmph!!"
she groaned as her soft, human flesh slapped against leathery demon flesh and
rough hands had their way with every inch of her.
Each of the three demons kept
their own rhythms, and each of them spoke different things to her as they
ravaged her curvy, svelte body in their own way.
"You will be ours. Mind and body."
"Yours is to serve and be
played with as we see fit."
"Give in to us. Submit
fully."
As she was penetrated, prodded,
and fondled, Nightmare Witch could feel her mind, her very will slipping away.
The demon in her pussy picked up the pace, as did the one with the cock in her
mouth, and she gripped tighter on the cock in her hand, motioning her wrist
back and forth, back and forth, as the demon in her grip snorted.
The triple penetration brought her
closer with every moment, and Nightmare Witch felt the fibers of muscles
twitch. Her thighs, chest, stomach, and shoulders shuddered as her eyes rolled
back and it grew wet between her legs, even as the demon underneath her kept
pumping.
She groaned, and fell back, and
everything went dark.
Her eyes fluttered open moments
later and she saw the three demons standing over her, their juices erupting
from the cocks and covering her. She found herself lapping up the warm, sticky
fluid with her tongue and opening her mouth for more as the demon in the center
laughed.
"Take her," Erroth
spoke.
Nightmare Witch could only squeal
as several pairs of skeletal hands grabbed her all at once.
V
A rider dressed in black on a
black horse traveled a dirt road that bisected a city of crumbling stone
structures beneath a cloud-filled sky that was the color of smoke and shaking
with the sound of the thunder. Glowing eyes of the various demons crawling
across the buildings watched the rider, and a slender hand the color fresh snow
stayed near the grip of a sheathed sword, but the demons stayed back. Skeletons
and revenants in the path stood clear, allowing the cloaked warrior to pass
unmolested.
At the end of the path, Erroth sat
on a throne and leaned forward when the rider approached. Nightmare Witch was
at his side on her hands and knees, an iron collar connected to a chain around
her neck, and her naked body covered in his brand many times over. Got Gal and
Got Chic were chained between pairs of pillars on either side of the demon,
their bodies unbranded but their heads hanging in defeat.
On the wall behind Erroth's
throne, Sara Kraft and Esha were held in place, their limbs seeming to fuse
into the wall's surface as the phantom hands explored, poked, and penetrated
whatever they could, keeping the women in a permanent state of tortured
ecstasy. Groaning faces periodically emerged from the walls, their mouths masks
of ecstasy as the hands continued working the women.
Finally, Hexanna was suspended
over an open pit nearby, a mass of writhing tentacles holding the sorceress up
as one thick tendril pierced her pussy while another slid in and out of her
ass. Another was wrapped around her neck to keep her from speaking as the tentacles
played with their captive's body, leaving a thin, slimy film as evidence of
their movements.
"How very charming..."
the rider, a woman, spoke.
"The Dark Tribunal did not
send their emissary to my domain to comment on the decor," Erroth
answered.
"No," the rider admitted
before lowing her hood. He
hair was pitch black and her features looked like she was carved from marble. A
tight, low-cut corset clung to her ample chest, and the unblemished flesh of
muscular thighs flashed as she climbed down from her horse, a hand still on the
grip of her blade as Erroth's servants surrounded this curious new beauty.
"So then," Erroth said,
rising from his throne and walking toward her. He yanked Nightmare Witch's
chain and forced her to crawl behind him. "Did your masters send you to
retrieve their pet witch?"
The emissary looked at Nightmare
Witch and laughed. "You seem to have grown fond of her."
"You will need to take her
from me, if that is your purpose."
"It isn't," she said to
him. "The tribunal has sent me to parley on their behalf."
Erroth looked the woman over for a
moment and licked his lips. Her shapely form was similar to that of his
captives, but one look at the blade on her hip pushed those thoughts out of
Erroth's head. "I'm listening."
The emissary took out a small box
and placed it on the ground beneath them. There was a flash of smoke before the
ghost-like forms of the Dark Tribunal appeared.
"What is it you want?"
Erroth asked them.
"We are impressed with your
actions in the mortal realm, and we have come to you with a proposal,
Ravager," the first spoke.
"For centuries we have waged
war against the Aphrodite menace, and you have managed to remove a number of
them from the board," the second explained.
"We want to make you an
offer. Eliminate the rest, bring them to us, and we will convert the city they
protect into your own personal domain, to rule over as you see fit. No more
languishing in these...hellish realms," the third continued.
"You ask that I give up my
bounty?" Erroth asked, motioning to the six women
he had captive.
The emissary smirked and looked at
each woman, lingering on Hexanna's predicament in particular.
"No," the first said.
"We only want specific
Aphrodites," the second said.
"Those two, to start,"
the third said, motioning to Got Gal and Got Chic. "And the stones they
possessed."
Erroth looked down at the Got
Emeralds in his chest and stayed silent. He then reached up and plucked them out
before putting them in the emissary's hand. With a snap of Erroth's finger, the
chains holding up Got Gal and Got Chic vanished and the two heroines collapsed.
Skeletons emerged from shadows, tied the two heroines up, and carried them
over, placing them on the back of the emissary's horse.
"Proceed in whatever way you
wish," the first spoke.
"Once you succeed in subduing
an Aphrodite, we will tell you if we have use for her," the second said.
"Keep the other four you have
as a token of our good faith," the third said of Hexanna, Sara, Esha, and
Nightmare Witch.
And then the Tribunal vanished as
quickly as they appeared.
The emissary leapt on to her horse
and took the reins. "Don't fuck it up, Ravager. I'd hate to have to come
back down here and deal with you for failing," she said, smirking.
"You speak boldly, emissary.
Raise your blade against me, and I will have in chains, your flesh to do with
as I please."
The emissary simply laughed,
turned her horse around and rode away with her busty captives in tow.
Erroth laughed and watched her
leave. "Those Aphrodites have no clue of the storm that is coming to claim
them all..." He then walked over to Hexanna, pulling Nightmare Witch behind
him. He looked up at the sorceress, as her body was continually ravaged by the
tentacles that held her in their unbreakable grip. "This one will tell me
all I wish to know about these Aphrodites, and those not needed by the Tribunal
will join her," he then turned to Nightmare Witch. "And then...the
true punishments will begin..."
END