Underworld of the Chevaan

Part VII

Back Down

The two trolls went straight to work, each drawn irresistibly to the nearest of those two splendid boobs. The thongs smacked loudly against the taut skin and Satyra choked on a scream as the force and sudden pain drove the air from her lungs. As she tried to suck in a breath the leather hit her breasts again and she yelped, letting her head fall back, only to bring it up again as the third strike slashed at the bouncing, reddening orbs on her chest.

The sight of those two mighty mounds of woman-meat dancing under the whip inspired the demons to even greater cruelty, and soon Satyra's screams of torment were again echoing around the chamber. The whips cracked against her firm young body, breaking the white skin so blood oozed from the welts and was plastered across the female canvass by the next strike. Satyra twisted like an eel in her chains and threw her head from side to side as the pain cut deep into her shuddering breast-flesh. The watching demons jerked at their rock hard cocks until jism sprayed over the legs and belly of the wriggling woman, then bayed for their turn with the whips as their companions released their own pent up lust.

As two of the demons reluctantly came to the end of their spell of punishing the howling priestess, the Yukhoth that had been sent out returned, leading another prisoner by a golden chain. The demons in the cave bayed with pleasure at the newcomer's arrival, for the moment forgetting the Chevaan on the slab and crowding to reach the fresh meat.

Through the red haze of her pain Satyra struggled to focus on her fellow prisoner. The woman seemed about the same age as herself, with dusky skin and black hair cut square about her shoulders. She had a slender, willowy body shape; tapering slender legs, narrow waist, long taught body and firm, pert breasts with large round nipples. When Satyra caught a glimpse of her face among the clustered demons, she saw a finely chiselled set of features, adorned with full red lips and dark, almost black eyes rimmed with dark cosmetic lines and golden paint between her brows and long lashes. She looked up at the vile beasts clustered around her, speaking in a language Satyra did not understand, but the terror in her eyes and voice needed no translation.

One of the demons balled up a fist and struck the cowering girl in the mouth, knocking her down. She cried out and tried to fend them off, but they seized her and hauled her up to be struck in the face again.

'No,' Satyra shouted, rattling her chains as she tired futilely to intervene. 'Leave her alone.'

The Yukhoth turned her way and she grew cold feeling their attention return to her, but she struggled to not show any fear. The dark girl huddled on the ground, weeping softly.

'Beg for cock, cunt,' the leader snarled. 'If it wants us to stop hurting the other cunt, it has to beg.'

Satyra twisted in her chains and looked with hatred at the sneering demon. The sight of the young girl surrounded by the stiff-pricked monsters filled her with pity and horror, but she knew what was at stake and stayed silent.

The Yukhoth leader shrugged and waved to his followers.

Two of them stepped forward with the lashes again while the other three scuffled near the whimpering desert girl until the two biggest had her kneeling between them, one holding her head and the other her slim waist.

One of the whip carrying demons reached out and grabbed Satyra's right mammary in his clawed grip, squeezing hard. She bit her lip and moaned softly as he pinched the tender curve. The other flicked his whip out so the tails smacked against Satyra's midriff, making her tense her abdominals, her body quivering.

Starved for the chance to properly express their lustful intentions towards their captive, the Yukhoth around the brawn skinned girl were far more to the point. As soon as the one behind had positioned himself he surged forward, his sticky demon shaft jabbing deep into the folds of the girl's exposed pudenda. She cried out and moved forward, but he grabbed her hips and hauled her back against him, pushing his cock-head further into her unprepared entrance. The girl sobbed wretchedly, crying out with every thrust as the demon grunted and laughed.

'Bastards!' Satyra spat out, just as the creature holding her breast sliced her bulging boob crest with the whip. The demon's tough hide withstood the blow but bloody welt sprang across the surface of Satyra's imprisoned teat, and she yelped in pain. The next stroke felt even words and she cried out loud. With every stroke the troll squeezed worse and hit harder, eyes glowing with the passion of feeling the soft flesh it was flogging to bloody strips.

The creature with the other whip caught the fervour of its companion and began plying its lash in earnest against Satyra's belly and the ridges of her stretched abdominal. It used a backhand stroke that flicked the whip ends viscously against the prisoner's skin, and felt like razor sharp claws tearing at the taught white flesh. Blood began to pool around the red-heads pelvis and the dip of her navel, and her diaphragm quivered as she sucked in air and tired to pull her stomach back from the cruel thongs. The effort only made her abdomen flatter and sexier, a fest for demon eyes as it sweated and shook and bled in concert with her shrieks.

The demons fucking their dark skinned trophy enjoyed the spectacle as well, their eyes on the torture as they used the helpless girl roughly. The creature at the front had waited until a particularly loud outcry form the prisoner to push his green cock into her open mouth, and now his hands gripped her dark hair and used it to pull her lips back and forth around his shaft, raping her mouth. Strangled moans and cries emanated from the victim as the beast behind sank his impressive length to the hilt in her dry, unwilling channel, tearing her inside while its claws drew blood from its grip in her waist and tight little ass. The Yukhoth unlucky enough to be left watching held its cock and slapped it against the girls smooth back as it jerked off, hollering along with its brethren while the girl was pushed back and forth between the two monster penises reaming her front and back, her tits hanging down under her jumping and quivering with the force of the dual rape.

As the demons fucking the girl thrust faster and harder with excitement, their friends with the whips became more energetic as well, moving back a little to really let fly with the terrible cords. Satyra had thought they had been hitting her hard when she was face down, but the strokes her back had endured proved mild in comparison with the punishment her front now endured. The cords struck with enough force to slide the skin like shallow knife-strokes. Instead of blood oozing though mild breaks, it ran freely from criss-crossing gouges and cuts, soaking her in ichor. Before long her upper body and midriff was a mass of ragged bleeding flesh, the skin flayed away in places to show the muscle and ligaments beneath. The creatures spared her face, possibly to better enjoy the sight of those gorgeous features twisted by howls of animal suffering, but not and inch of the rest of between her navel and neck was spared. Her upper arms and shoulders felt as if acid had been used to scour away the skin, and Satyra squirmed on a slab now slick with her own red blood.

She drew in breath to scream, and the mounds of her breasts leaked more crimson fluid, their contours still firm and commanding but their delicate smoothness turned into agonized mounds of broken, lacerated femininity, the taught nipple obscured by slivers of torn skin and clots of blood. Only the throaty howls of the priestess and the frantic shaking of her horned head when the thongs struck the breast-peaks attested to the nubbins continued presence.

Satyra soon sank into a rising tide of pain that washed over her in ever mounting waves, reducing her to a thing of torn flesh and desperate, broken screams. The jerking movements of her body as the whips tore at her sent messages of agony from the pattern of whip-slices covering her chest and torso, but she was as powerless to prevent her bodies instinctive response to the flogging as she was to spare the young woman being used by the demons as a mere fuck-toy while they watched her brutalized. Her head hung back over the slab, rising only when an especially terrible blow sent her into convulsions of pain, and her red hair was damp and matted with sweat. The screams coming from her red lips did not even seem to be her won, but rather separate entities that tore themselves from her, demanding escape.

Watching and enjoying the show the Yukhoth fucking the desert girl came over and over, swapping positions now and then but never abandoning their pumping assault for long. If one of the whip-wielders could pull his fellow away to replace him in the flogging, he instantly took up the pistoning abuse, the girl's mouth and pink pussy soon dripping with demonic cum.

Satyra opened her own mouth to scream again and choked on a job of hot fluid. She choked and made out the leaders dripping prick in front of her face as the head sent forth another spray of semen, spattering her eyes and horns. She gagged and dry wretched, the muscular contractions adding to the pain in her flayed torso. The leader laughed and punched her hard in the face, wiping his dripping phallus in her damp hair.

As the head demon stood back the whips stopped their endless, terrible cracking. Satyra lay utterly exhausted in her chains, breathing feebly, sobbing like a child and moaning in pain as blood from her split lip filled her mouth with the taste of metal.

A demon came over with a bucket and emptied fresh brine over her open wounds. Satyra's head snapped up and she screamed at the top of her lungs, a piercing sound or raw pain. She fell back and thrashed uncontrollably as the burning liquid set fire to her exposed nerve ending. As her breasts danced like jelly the salt water washed away the blood covering them, revealing the Underworld magic already knitting up the hideous wounds done by the whips just as it did the tear in her red curving lips, leaving her fresh and unmarked to hurt again and again.

The leader came over to pull up her jiz stained face, looking into her green eyes. He studies her closely, smirking. 'Tough cunt,' he grunted. 'Tougher than most. Most cunts nice and soft.' He nodded to where his followers were still raping the young dusky skinned brunette without cease.

The demon used one hand to finger Satrya's curling ram's horns. She was too tired to attempt to pull away. 'Nice,' he commented. 'Reminds me of Sadiste.' He leaned closer, his breath foul in her nostrils. 'We hurt her too, sometimes, when it pleases the master. Hurt in all sorts of ways. She's tough as well. Screams nice, wiggles nice. Like this does.' He pawed her shoulder and one of her again smooth breasts.

'I'm…nothing…like her,' Satyra gasped weakly. The demon was fingering hr nipple, and she closed her eyes as she felt him touching her. Wishing she could stop it, knowing she couldn't.

'Think so?' the demon said softly. He turned to look at her and smiled evilly. 'We'll see.'