Maeve Part IV

By ticktickboom

Tash and Eliza walked into the holding chamber. The Demongut slaves stopped whatever they were doing to start hurling yet more verbal abuse at them.

“I've had all I can stand of this,” Eliza said. She opened a chest and pulled out an handful of ball gags. “Let's shut these bitches up.”

“You know, I used to wonder why no one ever calls Demonguts 'girls' or 'women' or anything like that. I thought it strange it was always 'bitches' and 'cunts' and the like. And then I came here....”

“You think this is bad? Try living as one of them. Firebellies might have a bad a reputation, but they treat each other like gold. These idiots kill each other almost as often as outsiders. Saclia, have you ever seen a Stompball game?”

She moved into the nearest cage. Still in chains herself, it was a little tricky inserting the gags and buckling them, but with Tash's help she managed. Ironically, the constant attempts to bite her only made it easier. Soon, the chamber was filled with muffled grunting instead of deafening shrieks.

“Much better,” Eliza said. She and Tash stood in the last cage, containing two slaves. Well, four, if she was honest about it. “Do you want to have fun with them, or just get straight to it?”

“I'm still hungry, but no reason we can't put on a show. It must be boring, locked up in a cage all day.” Suiting actions to words, Tash grabbed a Demongut's tit in one hand, and drove the other into the slave's pussy. “Be grateful, slave. You saw the last meal I had; the poor thing barely had time to orgasm before she was mush.” It was a waste of breath. Gratitude was yet another virtue lacking in the average Demongut.

Tash's rough handling quickly brought the slave to orgasm, and another seemed imminent. Tash looked at Eliza, then the ground. Eliza grinned, knowing what she planned. She knelt down and sat on her heels, tilting her head back. Lifting the slave in the air by crotch and breast, Tash brought her feet to the succubus's mouth. Eliza couldn't work most magic in her chains without...unpleasant consequences, but a little of her seduction magic was possible, especially with skin to skin contact.

Eliza's tongue worked over her meal's feet and legs, licking every inch of them. Tash slowly lowered the slave, Eliza's stomach accommodating her feet, then calves. The descent paused as the slave's hips entered her grasping throat. Tash gave Eliza time to savor the flower, now using both hands to abuse the slave's breasts. The slave's eyes rolled into the back of her head as a rapid series of orgasms rippled through her, leaving her as limp as a washcloth. Eliza then continued to swallow her, only slowing down to give the battered tits one last going-over.

After the slave's face vanished down her throat, Eliza brought her hands up from her own slit and licked them clean. Standing up with the help of Tash, she noticed that the muffled screams of rage had been replaced by moans of pleasure, as Demonguts ground against each other, the bars of their cages, and even their chains. The other slave in the cell had somehow gotten her leash, which hung in her cleavage, between her legs and up her ass crack into her bound hands. She slid it back and forth, juices streaming down her thighs. As Eliza watched, she screamed into her gag, spurting even more nectar onto the floor. She was impressed with herself, she hadn't thought she could have as large an effect, magically bound as she was.

“Oh, sweetie, we're gonna get along just fine,” Eliza murmured. She removed the slave's gag and kissed her deeply. “What's your name?”

“Sorya. That's Rakel,” she said, glancing at the succubus's squirming belly. All fury and defiance had left her, though Eliza knew it was all too temporary. Left alone for a few minutes and it'd be business as usual. She slid her hands over the girl's body, moving behind her.

“Well, Sorya,” she said, fondling the slave's breasts, turning up the charm, “Tash here was too busy entertaining us to think about her own pleasure. Such a shame, such a shame. You enjoyed that, didn't you, watching your friend slide down? She did, too. She's not even trying to escape. Can't you feel her wriggling?” She pressed her belly against the Demongut's back. The slave merely nodded, more nectar flowing down her legs. Eliza spoke seductively in her ear.

“Look at poor Tash, all pent up. She deserves some relief, working so hard with nothing to show for it. Don't you want to show your appreciation, Sorya? Look at how wet her flower is. Doesn't it look inviting? Don't you want to taste it? Wouldn't you like to crawl up inside it? To feel those soft lips engulf you, the warm, wet flesh sliding all over your skin? Think how much Tash would like to feel you inside her. She deserves a reward for all the pleasure she gave everyone, doesn't she? The least you could do is give her some pleasure in return, don't you agree.”

The slave nodded again, and Eliza applied a light pressure on her shoulders. Instinctively, the slave lowered herself in front of Tash and kissed her pubic mound. Her tongue then went to work on Tash's clit, as Tash grabbed Eliza and kissed her over the busy slave. The succubus's bulging belly pressed Sorya's face deeper into Tash's crotch, as she felt the wriggling against the back of her head. She slid the leash, slick with nectar, against her flower even faster.

Tash let her lap away, bringing her to orgasm. As she was about to climax again, Eliza shoved the slave's head completely into Tash. Her lover howled in ecstasy, letting her knees give way. Gravity pulled her further onto the human dildo Sorya had become. The slave made no attempt to pull out; rather, she squirmed further in. Soon, Tash's ass was sitting on Sorya's thighs. Sorya's head and upper torso were in her womb.

Tash relaxed for a minute, enjoying the feeling of a stuffed cunt. Then, she bent over onto her hands and knees. Sorya's legs unbent a bit but her toes brushed against the wall. She braced her feet against it and pushed, feeling something give way above her. Her head popped into Tash's stomach. Unless she pulled out, she'd be digested. She didn't care.

Bracing her feet again, she straightened out, sending her waist deep into the digestive chamber. Wriggling brought her in to her hips, then she pulled her legs the rest of the way. Curled up inside, she continued to use her leash to bring herself off, and started grinding against the slimy walls enveloping her.

“Mmm, she's a lively one,” Tash said.

“You know,” Eliza said, “with a little training, she might've worked out fairly well. I knew them back in that village. These two were always all over each other, and not in that psychotic way most Demonguts express affection. They'd actually caress each other. You know the normal way these maniacs let some one know they like them? Step one: punch her. Step two: throw her to the ground and rip her clothes off. Step three: start grinding away at her whether she wants it or not.”

“And let me guess,” Tash replied. “Today's sex partner might be tomorrow's meal, right?”

“Bingo. And they complain about us. Let's go, I'm almost through with that snack from before.” The pair left the slave pens, the rest of the slaves barely noticing as they continued humping each other, the bars, or their own chains. A little later, as their earlier meals were flushed down the tubes, Eliza turned to Tash with a wicked grin.

“How about we see if your little friend is still with us?” she asked. Tash's smile was no less twisted.

“You're right. I'd hate for her to think we forgot about her.”

The duo made their way to a small 'playroom' off from the main area of the small complex. It was obviously set up as a slave training area. Whips, chains, stocks, and all manner of bondage gear and sex toys filled the room. Tash immediately walked over to a small cabinet, expertly carved with images of bondage and sadism, that didn't fit in with the rest of the workman-like furnishings. Opening it revealed a small selection of very well made dildos, butt plugs, various types of gags, and a few whips.

In pride of place was what she was looking for: an extremely large, expensive looking 'plug-in' dildo. One end of a double-headed phallus was designed to be inserted in the vagina, with an extension that slid back to the anus with a huge, built-in butt plug. Coming out of the wearer's crotch was a massive phallus. It looked like it would tear open both the wearer and whatever poor girl she used it on.

As Tash lustfully stroked the device, it appeared to quiver in the dim light. When she lifted it up, it became obvious that it was no illusion. The dildo squirmed in her grip, eager to slide into a warm, wet hole. Tash licked her lips in anticipation, and started to insert the inward facing members into herself. However, she ran into a snag.

“Shit! Between these chains and this belly, how in Saclia's name am I supposed to stick her in?” Eager as Tash, Eliza snatched it from her hands. Her hands felt a tingle of pleasure at the mere contact with the toy. She knew full well it was not her imagination.

“Let me help,” she said. Eliza knelt down, cradling the member in cleavage. Tash stood in front of her and spread her legs. Leaning forward, the succubus licked at her inviting slit, triggering a rush of nectar. She reached in with one hand, covering in juices, then pulled it out and lubed up the toy. When she was satisfied, she brought the inner dildo to Tash's lips.

“Ohh, that's good. Deeper, deeper, ahh yesssss....” the demonette moaned as it slid in. When it was all the way in, Eliza shoved the butt-plug up and in, triggering incoherent screams from Tash. Eliza stood up and started playing with her lover's tits. She sucked forcefully on a nipple, and tweaked the other.

“Careful or you'll get a mouthful of my honey,” Tash warned. “You're already in chains; keep it up and you'll be thinking like a slave, too.” Eliza looked up, staring deep into her eyes.

“It's far too late for that,” Eliza said, then sucked harder on the demonette's nipple. She was rewarded with a mouthful of honey, which had an immediate effect. Tash's warning was not without merit; she felt an almost overwhelming urge to please Tash, to crawl right down her throat if that would make Tash happy. But Tash was almost as much succubus as demonette, so her already present desires were as much a part of her urges as the honey, and the aphrodisiac qualities of succubus honey were nearly as strong as the dominating qualities of demonette honey.

Besides, the thought of becoming Tash's sex slave was enough to get her gushing all by itself. She took another gulp of honey, then fell back, gasping.

“Please, give me an order, Mistress Tash,” Eliza said, pussy clenching at the words. Tash stared at her in shock, then slowly nodded. She would give Eliza exactly what she, and Tash, wanted.

“Bring me the wing binders,” she ordered. Eliza hurried to comply, dripping onto the floor as she went to the cabinet and pulled out a pair of large sleeves. She brought them to Tash, and turned her back to present her lovely wings, their skin a royal blue that matched her eyes, to her Mistress. Tash had difficulty with her wrists chained, but managed to pull the binders, usually used on captured angels, down on the succubus's wings. She laces them as tightly as possible, relishing Eliza's gasps. When she was done, she bound them together, leaving Eliza's wings painfully immobilized. Not that the succubus seemed to care.

“Now, put on a ball gag and blindfold,” Tash said. Eliza eagerly complied, although the chains made it hard. When she was done, she knelt in front of Tash, waiting for her next order. Tash looked around the room, thinking what devious device to use. She intended to ravage Eliza, so that limited her options. It didn't take long to choose, and she pulled her lover along by the leash to a contraption near the wall. Eliza's pussy released another wave of fluid. She'd need all the lube she could get for what was coming.

The pair stood before a waist-high table that had a lunette at one end, was open in the middle, and had a strange set of rods at the other. It was specifically designed with angels and other winged women in mind, although the thought of a thaegon fitting on it would cause them to laugh themselves sick if it ever occurred to them. Tash forced Eliza to lean back into it, lying down as her wings, forced straight out from her back, disappeared into the heart of the diabolical device.

Tash locked her head in the lunette. She then strapped Eliza down at shoulders, sliding the leather under the succubus's arms, and below her breasts. Tash then strapped her wrists to the table, and secured another band across her waist. Eliza's upper body was now immobilized. Next came her legs, and this was where the device began to show it's true use.

The table stopped halfway down the succubus's ass, leaving her legs dangling. Tash locked shackles attached to rods coming from the sides of the machine to Eliza's ankles, just above the ones already there. She made some adjustments to the device so that Eliza's legs were pulled apart as far as the chain between them allowed. She then put a bar into place behind her sex slave's knees, and made a few more adjustments. Once she was satisfied, the fun began.

Pulling levers on the side of the device caused all the straps on Eliza's body to tighten painfully, digging into her soft flesh. Manipulating another set pulled her legs up, knees forced into her bulging belly, ankles against her ass. Yet another group pressed panels in the machine against her wings from either side, squeezing them together. Eliza screamed into the gag, as her pussy spurted fluids halfway across the room. Tash couldn't wait anymore, and left the controls as they were and stood in front of Eliza's scrumptious rear, open and defenseless.

Adjusting the table so it was the right height with a knob conveniently placed at the foot of the table, Tash prepared to ravish her lover/slave. She shivered as she slid the dildo teasingly across Eliza's lips, as the dildo transferred the feelings into her own pussy. It was a very special dildo; as far as she knew, none like it existed. It – she – was alive. It could change shape, filling whoever wore it, securing itself so it was impossible to slip out. Anything it felt along the part outside the wearer it transmitted to the wearer, so merely stroking it was orgasmic.

It even amplified pleasure for the wearer and whoever she was using it on. Just rubbing it against Eliza's mound caused both of them to cum. Deciding not to take any more time on foreplay, Tash grabbed Eliza's hips and plunged in, screaming in orgasm as she did. If Eliza could have thrashed around, she would have. She had been pumped and primed and was more than ready to be filled. The massive object rocketing up her pussy sent her over the cliff into ecstasy. Her mind went white as she imploded.

Tash started slamming in and out of Eliza's sopping hole, feeling each thrust through the dildo. It wriggled madly within her, teasing all her most sensitive spots, keeping her on a seeming endless wave of orgasms. Her vision went hazy around the edges as she kept pounding, grunting, and gasping. Both their bodies were drenched in sweat, as Eliza would scream into her gag, gasp in a few breaths, then scream again. Even muffled, she was almost as loud as Tash.

Then, Eliza felt a familiar sensation, as a silky smooth member slid against her ass, between her cheeks, probing for entrance. She moaned as Tash's tail forced it's way in her back door, amplifying her orgasms. The pair began screaming louder as the tail and dildo alternated, one entering as the other exited. Their orgasms came faster and stronger, until they were in a tidal wave of bliss. They kept it up as they lost all sense of time. Minutes, hours? Days, seconds? What did any of that matter. For a while, there was no past or future, only the moment, as they forgot their own names in the ever rising, never falling torrent.

But, all good things come to an end, and their bodies simply could not keep up. Eliza passed out first, although her pussy kept clenching around the unique dildo, and ass around Tash's tail. Tash didn't even notice, consumed by the lightning strikes of ecstasy blinding her. Soon, though, she too succumbed, slumping across her lover. Blankly trying to kiss Eliza, an impossibility in their situation, her hands fell to the sides of Eliza's head, the chain between them catching behind her head. That stopped her sliding down Eliza's body to the floor, and as she fell asleep, both the dildo and tail remained deep within her lover.

They fell into the dreamless sleep of the near-dead. They remained linked, a scene to make both Samlia, the Goddess of Love, and Saclia, the Goddess of Lust, joyous. Some hours later, Tash was the first to awake. She didn't move for a while, enjoying the feel of Eliza against her, but there was still much to be done. In fact, they shouldn't even have been doing this, though she couldn't regret it. Damn the consequences, another night with Eliza was worth all the snide looks, threats, and outright violence all of Faneglut could throw at her. They could all go fuck themselves with broken glass as far as Tash was concerned.

Tash reluctantly pulled herself off, and out, of Eliza. The beautiful succubus moaned a bit, but didn't wake up. As Tash began unbinding her lover, she found herself humming a song popular among Flesh Fane succubi. She was surprised, because she had always thought it foolishly sentimental. Now, she started singing softly to herself.

"Welcome home" she said to me
"Let's hide away before they see.

I need so much to be alone with you, I do"
"Come with me" she took my hand
"Please try to help me understand"
So pointless when my heart has Turned to stone,

I know

I wish I didn't need you now.
I wish I didn't need you now.
I wish I didn't need you now.
I need you now.
I need you now.

"I wish we could" she whispered near
"Go some place far away from here."
While hoping that small voice would Disappear,

that said "Welcome to the end"

She carried Eliza over to a large matress and put her down. She almost grudgingly pulled the dildo out, cleaned it, and returned it to the “Toy Box”. She laid down next to her lover and fell asleep, still humming the tune.

to be continued...