(WARNING: This chapter contains no vore. What it does contain is some pretty flagrant S&M scat material. Some demonesses are just like that. If that isn't your thing, then for the love of God, don't read this chapter. I've written the story so you can skip this chapter and pick back up at Chapter 8 without missing anything crucial. So don't blame me if you read this chapter and it makes you hurl.)

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The ruddy stone of the cieling was the first thing Ishiar saw, followed by the iron brassiere and it's spidery web of black shadows. Then she noticed something else--a wooden oval suspended about six inches above her. It was attached to a pair of wooden slats on either side of her head. Her mouth was being pried open by something that was scraping painfully against her raw gums.

She tried to sit up but found that she was bound firmly to the floor with several sets of tight, leather straps. All she could do was lift her head, allowing her to get a very awkward view of the rest of the room.

Belaphonne was sitting on a black velvet chair, along with another demoness--the orange-colored one who had "inspected" her earlier, back on the auctioning block.

"Do you know why you are tied down, slave?" Belaphonne asked.

"I got yih hing in mah mow, I cah hawk!"

"You are being punished," the demoness replied. "You must understand that my commands are not to be ignored. So I plan to show you what punishment means."

She gestured to the other demoness. "Allow me to introduce my friend Thaxia. She is a visitor from the Bile Fane."

Thaxia smiled. "Do you have a name, slave?"

"Ihhiahr, bitfh." Ishiar said awkwardly.

"Her slave name is Rutta," Belaphonne replied. "You no longer have any other name, slave," she added to Ishiar.

"Well, Rutta," Thaxia said, rising to her feet, "Mistress Belaphonne has asked me to help her punish you. And I've been looking forward to it. Are you hungry, slave?"

Ishiar had been hungry since she got here. But she didn't like the context the question was asked in. She did her best to shake her head, thumping it awkwardly against the wooden box it was in.

"Slave, don't be rude!" Belaphonne snapped. "Thaxia is our guest. You will show her all the respect and courtesy she deserves, or you will be punished even further! Now, ask again, Mistress Thaxia."

Thaxia leaned down until her head was hanging directly above Ishiar's. "Are you hungry, slave?" she said slowly.

Ishiar rolled her eyes. "Thure, whuhever."

"Good. Because you're about to get a meal you'll never forget."

Thaxia stood up and unsnapped the steel studs that were holding up her thong. Letting it drop onto Ishiar's belly, she bent down and slid a wooden plank over Ishiar's forehead, pinning it in place. Standing upright again, she positioned her feet on either side of Ishiar and sat down on the wooden oval--which only now she realized was shaped exactly like a toilet seat.

"HYOE!" Ishiar yelped. Her whole field of vision was filled with a set of slightly chubby succubus legs, a hairy vulva, and a pair of wide-open ass cheeks. She could smell the succubus' privates, she was so close. She could only look up in horror as the woman adjusted herself, relaxed, and started to pee.

The hot stream hit Ishiar in the face, running in tiny rivers down her cheeks and neck. The wet paths it drew rapidly became cold, only to be warmed again as another small river of the foul liquid ran across them. She clenched her eyes shut against the warm waterfall, and she could taste the bitter drops of liquid as they hit her tongue and ran down into her throat.

As the stream stopped, she already felt like gagging. She opened her pinched eyes, still smarting from the odious rain.

"That was just an appetizer," she heard Belaphonne say. "Now it's time for the main course."

Oh no, Ishiar thought. You have got to be fucking kidding me!

Thaxia adjusted the seat downward until her ass was dangling a mere inch above Ishiar's mouth. Ishiar wasn't sure if she should clench her eyes shut or not--the spectacle was almost too obscene to look away from. The anticipation was terrible. Her heart was pounding like a hammer.

She saw the muscles in the demonesses' backside clench and there was a sudden, quiet crackling sound. Time seemed to go in slow motion as Ishiar morbidly watched Thaxia's anal sphincter stretch forward and then open up, slowly revealing the tip of a wet, brown turd aimed straight into her open mouth. The anal flesh stretched as the log revealed it's girth, widening to an inch as it emerged into the light. Ishiar could only stare in shocked helplessness as it descended past the line of her lips.

As the soft turd slid against her tongue, all hell broke loose in her mind. The smell and the taste hit her simultaneously--bitter and foul beyond her ability to describe. It seemed to invade her senses, growing stronger as the turd squished against her tongue on it's way down. It began to curl at the back of her throat, and to her horror, her swallowing reflex activated and her gullet opened up. She suddenly writhed in disgust as she felt the noxious shit log begin to slither down her throat. The log came in spurts, pushing out quickly for a moment, then slowing down. The demoness' legs went taut as she clenched, causing the shit to barge it's way out and down Ishiar's throat.

To her terror, the thick, lumpy log activated the sensitive pleasure nerves in Ishiar's gullet, causing a sort of depraved sexual stimulation to mix itself with the disgust and revulsion she felt. Her body arched and pressed up against her bonds, never moving more than an inch beneath the strong iron that clamped her down.

She felt the firm tip of the log penetrate her stomach, pressing against the sensitive pit of her belly and curling around. The nerves in her stomach walls described every soft, lumpy inch as it slowly began to fill her.It just kept coming, softening as it went until it was almost like thick, hot pudding. This just made it worse, as the softer stool expanded and found new nooks and crannies in her mouth that had not yet tasted the foul excrement.

She couldn't even grunt her displeasure, as the thick log was pinning her vocal cords shut.

Finally, the turd stopped moving. With a satisfied sigh, the demoness stood from her seat and looked down with a smile.

Ishiar's eyes were watering from the stench and the bitter taste that filled every part of her from her mouth to her belly. There was still an inch worth of soft, light-brown turd sticking up from behind her lips.

"Let me help you with that," Thaxia said as she hefted the big black dildo off the floor.

Carefully aligning the tip of the dildo with the tip of the shit log, she gave a gentle shove. The poop squished and bulged around it, forming a large wad that was carelessly pushed into Ishiar's mouth. As it did, Thaxia unsnapped the metal contraption that was holding Ishiar's mouth open. Her cramped cheek muscles instinctively pulled closed, making it only a few millimeters before her lips and teeth wrapped around the enormous dildo. The demoness continued to shove, and Ishiar's swallowing reflex kicked in, coaxing the rest of the foul shit down her throat. Soon, the rubbery taste of the dildo against her tongue was the predominant sensation in her mouth, and the demoness withdrew it.

Ishiar gladly closed her cramped mouth. Little bits of shit squished around her teeth. She did her best to squeeze it out, gradually forming a wad of shit and saliva on her lips that she spat away as best she could. Since her head was pinned, it mostly just ended up oozing down her cheeks.

Belaphonne scowled at her. "Slave, that is rude! You will not waste any of Mistress Thaxia's gifts in such a manner!"

"Fuckin' eat me," Ishiar muttered back. She instantly regretted it--not because it might anger her new "master" even further, but because it caused her to get a whiff of her own breath.

Belaphonne was not satisfied with that response, however. Bolting upright, fangs visible beneath her sneer, she stalked over to the toilet seat and re-engaged the metal clamp that was holding Ishiar's mouth open, savagely pulling off her own thong as she did so. With a THOMP, she planted her ass on the seat and grunted with exertion.

Almost immediately, a dark, bumpy log emerged. This one was coming fast, shoving it's way into Ishiar's mouth and pushing into her gullet just as the last one did, but more forcefully. This one was stiff and thick, pushing hard on her gullet before it began to curl around and pass down her throat. After the little treat Thaxia had given her, though, this one didn't seem so bad--with the taste of Thaxia's gooey bap still in her mouth, she could barely taste this new turd.

It didn't take long for Belaphonne to finish. Though she had quite a generous load to get rid of, she was shitting so hard and so fast that it only lasted about ten seconds. The turd crawled down Ishiar's throat and joined with the settling mass that Thaxia had left in her stomach.

Ishiar was now quite nauseous. Her belly was bulging slightly, and she didn't even want to think about what it was full of.

Belaphonne unclamped the mouthpiece and slid the toilet bowl away from Ishiar's head. Before Ishiar could make anything of the newfound freedom, she felt the hot sting of Belaphonne's hand against her face as she slapped her hard.

"You will respect your master and her guests, slave! Do you understand?"

"Whatever," Ishiar said, not meaning it in the least.

Belaphonne sneered. "Attend my words, slave. You do not have any worth or meaning aside from what I give you. Do you understand?"

Ishiar raised her head and looked Belaphonne right in the eye. "Listen to me, you lash-tailed little cuntwad. You'd better get your jollies while you can, because the second these manacles come off, I'm gonna lay down on you like a Demongut on a Gurglemeister hooker."

Belaphonne scowled again, her gaze never breaking from Ishiar's.

"There's only so much you can do to me," Ishiar continued. "Go ahead and whip me, I'm an Amazon, I don't give a shit. And if you eat me, that just means you wasted your little investment. So go ahead and shit yourself dry, if that's all you've got. You don't scare me."

Thaxia smiled. "Quite a fiesty one you've got here, Belaphonne."

Belaphonne gave Ishiar a measured look. "Quite prideful, she is. And brave. I think I'll enjoy stripping you of both," she said mirthlessly.

"Bring it on," Ishiar said.

With a sudden smile, Belaphonne and Thaxia stood up and simply walked out, slamming the door and leaving Ishiar alone with her manacles and her rather noxious meal.

"That's right, you'd better run," she mumbled to herself.

She noticed her stomach had started kneading and pushing against the giant wad of excrement in her belly.

"What the--eww, that's just...no," she said, looking at her swollen abdomen. She could see it shifting slightly. "That's just wrong. This is not dinner, alright? This is just..."

She laid her head back and sighed. It's not like she had any other way to get rid of it. She didn't relish the prospect of trying to vomit up thirty pounds of demon shit while she was chained to the floor.

"Guh," she finally said, resigning herself to what the next few hours were going to bring.

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It had been a long time since Belaphonne had left--it seemed like at least a whole day had gone by. After a few sporadic naps and many uninterrupted hours worth of mind-numbing boredom, Ishiar was getting rather worried. Relieved as she was that the bolus of her previous "meal" had finally exited her stomach, it's absence had now left her quite hungry. On top of that, in reaching it's destination in her colon, it was now providing her with a very strong need to relieve herself.

It dawned on her, rather unnervingly, that Belaphonne's plan may just be to starve her. If she went too long without food, her body would destroy itself, but in the meantime she would be ravaged by hunger and thirst--maybe for days. Already she was fantasizing about food, but more than that, she was getting desperate for a place to poop. Her last meal had not decreased in mass significantly, and now the whole armada of waste was pressing against her anal sphincter, begging to be freed.

She actually felt relieved when the door swung open and Belaphonne walked in. She was wearing her usual spiked leather, but in her hands she was holding a set of impeccably white clothes. Ishiar was surprised to see two other people walk in behind her. They were obviously slaves, dressed as they were in manacles and haggard-looking clothes. They were wheeling in a strange metal object--it was a hollow metal rack of some kind, with several manacles in different places along the iron bars and chains that ran across it's length.

Unchaining Ishiar's legs, Belaphonne silently started dressing her in the clothes she had brought, first slipping on a pair of panties, then a nicely-fit pair of long silk pants. Next, she placed a soft white bra onto her, which actually felt quite nice.

Once Ishiar's arms were unbound, that left only her neck manacle, which Belaphonne securely fastened to a chain. Ishiar briefly considered attacking her right then and there, but she had this unpleasant image of shitting her pants the first time Belaphonne landed a blow, so she decided to wait a bit.

"We're going out today, slave."

So far, so good.

"But you've shown that you can't be trusted, so you'll need to travel in the cart."

The slaves wheeled forward the metal contraption they had brought. It was a long hollow rectangle, at least a foot taller than Ishair. Bars, chains and manacles were slung all over it and four small, metal wheels adorned it's base.

Lifting Ishiar up, the slaves locked Ishiar's ankles into a pair of tight manacles at the bottom of the rack, just above the wheels. Thankfully, they clamped them right overtop of the pants, providing her with at least some cushioning. Another set was clamped on just above her knees; she wasn't sure what good they were supposed to do, but arguing wasn't going to do any good either. Both gave her some very limited movement, but not much. Lastly, they took a pair of manacles that were dangling from the top of the rack and locked them onto her wrists.

Leaning backwards into the rack was like leaning into a slightly uncomfortable hammock--there were just enough chains that they could hold her up, not that she could fall very far with her hands chained to the top. Even so, she tried to keep her balance and stand upright on the metal bar beneath her.

Ishiar's colon suddenly sprang into her mind. I HAVE NEEDS! It yelled, filling her mind with sweet fantasies of relieving herself as soon as possible, along with dire threats of what might happen if she didn't.

"Um, master?" Ishiar said gingerly.

Belaphonne glared. "You are not allowed to speak, slave! Normally you may use your notepad, but as you are being punished, you must wait until I speak to you. If you say another word, I will put you back on the floor and your punishment will be even longer. If you obey, you will be provided with food."

As annoyed as Ishiar was becoming with this whole "Slave" thing, she had to admit that such positive reinforcement was a step up in their relationship, and as she definately didn't want to hold it in for another whole day, she decided she'd keep her trap shut and hope that Belaphonne realized that sometimes normal girls needed to make poopy after being chained to the floor for goddess knows how long.

Belaphonne motioned with her hand and the slaves wheeled Ishiar out, subsequently carrying her and the rack she was in up the outside stairs in a surprising show of strength.

As they crested the top of the stairs, Ishiar took a blessedly welcome breath of the gentle wind. Granted, anything would be better than the stuffy confines of her "quarters," but the air had an almost liberating quality to it--one that she wouldn't have expected from the depths of Faneglut. The sky, previously a mostly featureless red, was now streaked with glowing orange lines, like long-tailed fireballs tracing their way across the sky. They slowly moved across the clouds as she watched, making her wonder if that might be exactly what they were. Other, stranger shapes contorted in the misty haze, almost like faces or creatures, visible one moment, gone the next. Some of them even seemed to look at her from time to time.

This must have been Faneglut's equivalent of mid-day.

Belaphonne strode out into the street and the two slaves followed, wheeling Ishiar along with them. The rack bumped and jostled as it rolled across the rough roadway, vibrating Ishiar's feet as it did so.

Slaves and demonesses alike passed by them on the street. The former were recognizable a variety of ways--brands, clothing that said "I am the property of Mistress So-and-so" on them, and, in the most obvious cases, leashes or bonds that led into the hands of a demoness. This seemed to be a popular time for the slaves to do their mistresses' errands. Ishiar marvelled at how many of them were walking on their own, despite obviously being slaves.

This city was subtly different from Kikagonroth, the subterrainian succubus city she had visited only a week before. It was lit quite well by the firey sky, and the buildings were more angular and symetrical. There seemed to be a lot more commerce, though most of it was being tended to by slaves. Everything seemed tinged with crimson; the reddish dirt stained the buildings and the peddler's carts, giving everything an appropriately demonic feeling. Despite this, the simple to-and-fro of people across the streets hardly seemed to befit the torturous reputation of the underworld.

Of course, Ishiar's own situation seemed to fit the reputation perfectly, so...

The group travelled for about twenty minutes, Ishiar doing her best to hold off her rampaging bowels and hunger. The jostling cart she was chained in was not helping.

Belaphonne stopped next to a food cart and motioned to the slave at Ishiar's right. The slave walked forward and, after a brief exchange with the cart's owner (also most likely a slave), she purchased a plate of meats and strange fruits.

Ishiar's stomach grumbled with an eagerness that bordered on violent as her companion slave approached with the plate.

"Wait, Slaza," Belaphonne said to her, taking the plate. "I shall do this myself."

Ishiar almost grimaced. But decided against it.

"Are you hungry, slave?"

Ishiar got an unwelcome flashback to the last time that question had been asked.

"Probably," she said.

Belaphonne lifted a strip of reddish meat and placed it gently in Ishiar's mouth. Ishiar chewed it blissfully, hoping her profound belief and satisfaction wasn't sending any of the wrong signals.

"You have a lot of spirit, slave. A lot of courage. What was your original name?"

"Ishiar," Ishiar said. There was something satisfying about answering the question.

"Well...you must go by Rutta for now. But if you serve me well, I may consider restoring your original name to you."

She lifted another strip of meat, which Ishiar wolfed down, her expression more guarded now that she wasn't quite as desperate.

"There is no escape from Faneglut. You had best accept it. Our relationship can be painful, or it can be blissful. It is up to you."

Ishiar said nothing as the demoness continued to feed her. The urgent rumbling in her stomach subsided. One of the slaves brought a large cup of water to her mouth, which she happily drank.

When the meal was done and the other slaves had eaten, they rolled off again. They travelled down a few more streets before Belaphonne stopped to socialize with what Ishiar could only assume was one of her demon friends. The two talked some distance away, leaving Ishiar alone with the two slaves--Slaza, and whatever the other one's name was.

This left Ishiar with very little to think about except how badly she needed to crap.

"Psst!" she hissed to Slaza.

Slaza looked over at her. Ishiar made a "come over here" motion with her head. Slaza obliged, nervously keeping an eye on Belaphonne as she leaned her ear close to Ishiar's mouth. Apparently, this was already a common procedure among slaves.

Ishiar whispered in her ear, as quietly as she could--which, considering her urgency, wasn't all that quiet. "Can you tell our master that I really, really need to take a shit?"

Slaza nodded. And waited.

Ishiar could only guess why she wasn't moving--she didn't want to interrupt her master's socializing. Sure enough, some ten minutes later when Belaphonne finally wandered back to the group, Slaza wrote something on a small notepad--one that was much nicer than the one Ishiar had been given--and showed it to Belaphonne.

Belaphonne glanced at it, then looked over at Ishiar.

"Slaza is worried that you might need to relieve yourself, slave."

Ishiar nodded. It was the understatement of the century.

"Very well." Belaphonne said.

But she made no motion to unchain her. Instead, she turned her attention to the passing crowd of demonesses and slaves.

"Attention, everyone!" she called out. "May I have your attention. I have a new slave here, and she's afraid she may not be able to hold her bowels in check."

Ishiar made a grumbling noise.

"What?" a passing demoness said, giving Ishiar an amused look. "Poor little girl can't control herself?"

Ishiar simply sneered at her.

"Oh, are you gonna shit yourself?" another demoness said. "How crude! You're like a beast!"

Ishiar stuck her tongue out at her. "*PBBLBLLBBLBLT!*"

"Is that true, slave?" Belaphonne asked. "Would you shit yourself in front of all of these people?"

"First of all, they're demonesses, so their judgements don't mean shit. No pun intended." Ishiar replied. "Second, it's not like I'm going to have a lot of choice here."

"Oh, but you're the mighty warrior, aren't you?" Belaphonne said, sliding a finger around Ishiar's backside and pushing it in between her buttcheeks.

"What the--that's not helping!" Ishiar said, trying to pull her butt away from the intrusive demoness finger while still straining to hold in the ever increasing pressure in her bowels.

"If our judgements mean so little to you, then what are you waiting for?" Belaphonne said. "Go ahead. Fill your panties with shit. It's not like you care."

"If it's as big as I think it is, it will fill a lot more than my panties..." Ishiar said nervously.

A crowd had begun to gather. Dozens of eyes were on her now. Belaphonne was obviously trying to humiliate her, but she had to admit it was working--she was becoming more than a little self-conscious.

Belaphonne reached out and placed one hand on Ishar's back, the other on her lower tummy. As she began to squeeze, Ishiar's bowels felt like all hell was about to break loose.

"Knock it off!" Ishiar yelled.

"Why should I?" Belaphonne answered. "Your whole body belongs to me. If I want to touch it, I can. If I want to fuck it until it turns blue, I can. And if I want to make it shit, I will make it shit."

Ishiar snarled at the demoness, but she was already losing this battle, and she knew it.

"My poor slave is looking pale," Belaphonne said. "I think we need to help her relax."

The demoness leaned close and started gently stroking Ishiar's belly. Ishiar clenched as hard as she could as she felt Belaphonne's face brush up against her cheek. Soon, her hands had moved from Ishiar's belly to her left breast. The distraction was terrible. She felt a soft tongue probing the corner of her mouth.

"Why do you keep fighting, slave?" Belaphonne said softly. "You know how this has to end. There's nothing you can do. Just let it go."

Ishiar's teeth were clenching as hard as her rectum at this point, but she knew that Belaphonne was right. Despite her herculean efforts, she could already feel a little head of poop beginning to force her asscheeks apart. She did all she could to hold it in place, but try as she might, she could not get it to recede. On the contrary, millimeter by millimeter, it was forcing it's way out.

Belaphonne stepped back and joined the crowd that was eagerly watching her ordeal. Ishiar tried to shift her legs and hips to make the turd go back in, but it would not cooperate. In fact, it began to slide out of her a little more with each movement.

Finally, looking out into the endless sea of eyes and onlookers, she found she just didn't want to hold it in any longer.

The hard turd shoved nearly an inch out of her ass the second she relaxed. It started pushing it's way out at a steady pace, seeming to move completely on it's own. She could feel it curling against her panties--it felt like it was two inches thick. It snaked around her backside until it expended it's energy, forming a very large lump in her panties.

But that was only the beginning.

Her bowels half-involuntarily contracted, causing another log to start pushing it's way out of her.

She felt blissful relief even as her face began to turn a hot red.

The turd was practically barging it's way out. She could feel the front seams of her panties pulling against her as they were dragged and stretched backward by the rapidly expanding mass. Hot poop pressed against her cheeks and began to fill in against her upper legs and inner thighs. It kept coming, pulling her panties tighter and tighter until it began spilling out into her pants. She couldn't help but exhale with the beautiful feeling of release. Her whole body seemed to relax as her overloaded panties began to fall down her legs, little bits of poop dropping to the ground here and there.

"Now, was that so hard?" Belaphonne smiled. "Slaza! Wrin! Rutta's panties are falling right off of her! You should help her."

Slaza and Wrin moved over to Ishiar and pulled her heavy panties upward, causing shit to squish all around her midsection. It was still warm.

"Hmmm," Belaphonne said. "We can't have them holding your panties up like that all day, can we?"

Walking over to the large rack that Ishiar was in, Belaphonne pulled down an extra set of chains that had jagged clamps on them (Ishiar didn't want to think about what they were normally used for). She deftly clipped them onto Ishiar's panties without getting a smidge of poop on her fingers.

"There." Belaphonne said with a smile. "Now we can continue with our errands."

Ishiar simply sighed as Slaza and Wrin took their places on either side of the rack and started wheeling her down the bumpy road again...

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