The Seeker, Chapter 21
My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee! This one may be a little extreme for some as Pet takes Lydia on a "tour" of some of the Levels of Hell and they see some pretty awful stuff.
** The Seeker, Chapter 21**
** By William W. Kelso**
*Vulva looked up as Pet entered the office accompanied by a rather intimidating looking black winged reptilian demon. She knew they had just returned from the mortal realm as she had sent Pet to collect; and escort, her newest demon to his new home. He had sold her his soul in return for becoming a demon so he could take revenge on the ones who had killed his family. For that; and a year in which to seek them out and take that revenge. He had just barely been successful; for which Vulva was glad, and had now come to join his Mistress for eternity. The demon bowed to her, and Vulva said, *
"Welcome Slayer, you have done well. Hiss. The Great Lord we serve was very pleased with the souls you reaped for him, yhough I must admit that the giant Scorpion did give Pet a bit of a fright. Hiss, hiss, hisss. That was a nice touch by the way. Hissss."
*You bet it did, I thought, damn thing landed on my face! It had really freaked me out as I hate bugs, especially really big ones. I'd been standing near the vortex catching souls as they came through, and when that scorpion landed on me I had totally lost it, it took My Mistress an hour to calm me down. I HATE bugs! I actually felt sorry for that soul that had to spend eternity as a giant scorpion. *
"I am ssorry Mistress, the Slayer said in a soft sibilant voice; I did not intend to cause any problemss."
"Oh no, hissed Vulva, it was quite amusing. Pet looked hilarious hanging from the ceiling; you can still see where he dug his claws into the rock. The bug ran off and we still haven't found it yet. Hissss. It's probably out in the desert somewhere. The sand hydras will probably get it, or it will get them."
"Sssand hydras?" hissed the Slayer.
"A type of burrowing worm, nasty vermin, said Vulva, they eat anything. The bigger ones even get a hold of lesser demonkind on occasion. Hisss. We have to thin them out from time to time, and it's long overdue."
Lydia and Lisa had both been watching the exchange, and Lisa asked Lydia,
"Lydia, what kind of demon is that black one? I haven't seen his kind before. He's kind of,....well, scary."
"I've never seen one either, replied Lydia, but he's called a Slayer. They're as rare as Seekers, the Great Lords use them to, um, discipline other demonkind. They're the enforcers; they were created to tear up other demonkind. Most demonic or magical weapons have no effect on them, and claws and fangs are almost useless."
"Nasty" whispered Lisa.
*The Slayer; his hearing incredibly keen even for a demon, heard the two demoness's exchange, and lowered his head sadly. He was even feared by other demonkind, it would appear he wasn't even welcome in Hell. He knew what he was, what he did, but he just didn't feel terribly evil. Now that he had taken his revenge he felt empty and drained, now there remained only an eternity as a demon, damned to Hell. *
"Aww, he's OK, I said. You should have seen what he did just before we came home. He's not so bad."
The Slayer looked at the large red and black dragon; a fearsome creature in its own right; those flame filled eyes were mesmerizing, in gratitude. The dragon had helped him to gather a last bouquet of flowers to leave on his wife and sisters graves. Actually they had pretty much destroyed the gardens of several high society types to get them. He wondered that if anyone had seen them what they'd thought about the sight of two demons stealing flowers in the middle of the night.
"You are welcome here, said Vulva, any in my domain who do not show you respect and courtesy will answer to me directly. Hisssss. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Mistress" immediately replied the three other demonkind, and the plant hissed.
"Good, hissed Vulva, now make that known throughout the domain."
Pet and Lydia left to spread the word that Mistress had a new demon in her employee, a very special one and everyone had better be NICE to him.
Vulva said, "Lisa, hold down the fort, I need to check on the babies. I'll be back soon."
Lisa, a little nonplused at being abandoned by her friends; even though they had a good excuse, smiled nervously at the new arrival.
"Um, hello, Lisa said. My name is Lisa; I'm kind of, new, too."
The large black demon replied, "I guess my name is Sslayer, I have no other now. You ussed to be human asss well?"
"Um, yes, Lisa replied. I was sacrificed to Vulva by a creep of a Sorcerer, but one thing led to another and I ended up as a, well, you can see for yourself."
"You are very lovely, hissed the Slayer. At leasst you are beautiful."
Lisa smiled, and said, "Thank you, you're rather handsome in an, um, er, intimidating kind of way. Your black scales are quite, ah, sexy."
"Really?" hissed the Slayer, and he looked down at himself.
"Oh yes, Lisa answered truthfully, in Hell scales and fur, along with horns and other appendages, are seen as beautiful. You'll be quite attractive to many females, myself included."
"Really? hissed the Slayer again, I thought I was hideousss."
Lisa growled in amusement, and said, "Oh, not at all, not by our standards. If you'd seen some of the stuff I'd seen you'd realize what a hunk you are. Am I right, my love?"
The Slayer started when what it thought was a large potted plant in the corner raised what it now realized where tentacles instead of branches, and gave a "tentacles up" gesture that was perfectly recognizable as agreement.
This cheered the Slayer up a little bit; maybe he wouldn't be so lonely after all. He fingered the wedding band permanently embedded in the flesh of one thick finger, his sole link to; and reminder of, his previous life. He snapped his wings out, and then folded them with a sad hiss. Well, at least the....people here seemed surprisingly nice, for denizens of Hell. He really did like the happy-go-lucky and friendly dragon. And the little bat demoness was stunningly lovely, as was Mistress Vulva. And thinking of the Mistress, here she came,
"Lisa, said Vulva, are the invitations we still need to deliver ready? We'll leave as soon as Pet and Lydia get back. We'll decide who delivers them to each of the Lords and Great Lords then. In the meantime please watch the babies; I want to give our newest demon a proper welcome."
"Yes Mistress, replied Lisa. I finished just after Pet went to fetch the Slayer. They can go out any time."
"Most excellent, Vulva hissed in a pleased tone. Slayer, come with me."
Lisa smiled as the large black demon followed their Mistress through the breakroom and down the hall to her private quarters. Welcome my butt, thought Lisa; she'll screw his brains out! Lucky demon! "Hiss, hisss, hisssss", and her amusement was echoed by the plant.
The Slayer grunted in pleasure as he mounted his Mistress and began serving her with steady powerful thrusts. Her own snarls of lust aroused him like nothing else ever had, he had never mated with another beast like himself before and it was exhilarating beyond anything he could have imagined. They mated as demonic animals, nothing more, and he had never known such intense pleasure or felt such lust for a female. He was grateful she would allow him to slake his lust, since he had become a demon he had felt lust like never before; and the longer he went without mating the worse it became, an almost physical pain. He was beginning to realize that since he had become what he was as the result of coupling with a sex demoness it had influenced his own needs greatly, and only another like him could temporarily satisfy that aching need, for he saw it as a gift now, something that would make eternity like he was now just a little more bearable.
Vulva snarled and hissed in pleasure as the Slayer brutally took her, his desperate grunts and moans of need exciting her. The poor beast had been without a demoness to slake his lust for a year, coupling with humans paled in comparison. She could feel; and sense, his pent-up need, and was happy she could ease it in such a truly enjoyable manner. He was one of her "children", as she saw all of those who had given themselves to her and accepted her offer of eternal pain and pleasure, and she truly cared for them as they all carried a small part of her inside of them, in a way it was the seed from which their demonic forms had sprouted. She roared in approving pleasure as he speeded up his thrusts again, hissing and snarling in lust, then she gave another roaring bellow when he bit her, hard, on the back of her neck, and held her still while he orgasmed, and his hot seed triggered Vulva's own release and her roars became even louder. He paused, and then with a guttural hiss began thrusting into her again just as desperately as before and she smiled as she matched his own sounds of bestial pleasure. Such truly feral couplings were rare since most demonkind have no problem slaking their lust very frequently, but the Slayer had been deprived of it for a year, so had a lot of catching up to do, and Vulva was quite delighted to accommodate him. She knew she was in for one Hell of a ride, and it turned out to be just that.
Lisa looked up as Pet entered the office; and he rolled his eyes as he heard the bellowing coming from Mistress Vulva's private quarters.
"Geez, I said, the Mistress is inexhaustible! Hisssss."
"Well, giggled Lisa, you should know! Half the time it's you causing her to roar like that."
A little smugly, I replied "Well, I DO take my number one duty seriously."
Lisa snorted, and giggled again as the roars increased in volume. "But not that loud!"
"Wanna bet, I hissed in a hurt tone of hiss. Just wait until next time; you'll have to hide under the desk to keep from, hisss, going deaf! Snort!"
"Nu-uh!" said Lisa.
"Ya-huh!" I snorted.
"Will not!" giggled Lisa.
"Will too!" I replied, and we both started hissing in amusement.
About that time Lydia joined up, and said,
"OK, you two better not be talking about me! Hisss!"
At which we both cracked up, and to keep Lydia from getting mad (you do NOT want to make a fire drake mad) we explained everything to her, and she joined our bout of hilarity. Even the plant was shaking and hissing.
After we calmed down enough Lisa said, "Don't you two go anywhere, Mistress will be giving us invitations to deliver when she, um, er, reaches a stopping point."
"Well, in that case I'M going to get some sleep" I announced, resulting in a few more snickers.
Lydia and I laid down in the corner, and I licked my mates snout, and ran my chin along her head and neck, her smooth sleek scales felt so erotic. She loves it when I do that, and I love to do it, and I flared my nostrils at her lovely scent. Our paw/hands aren't really made for it, so we make up for it with our tails, heads, and necks. We don't grope and fondle, we caress and rub. We do like to gently rake our claws over one another's scales though; it makes a nice rasping sound. Lydia responded to my attentions with her own, and we hissed softly as we kissed in our way, tongues entwined and our jaws locked together. It might look like we're biting each other, but to us it's about as tender as we can be. I thought about mating with her, but decided it had better wait. We could get into it for hours, and once we did there was no stopping us, or let me put it this way, just try and see what happens. But since My Mistress had a job for us I figured I'd better behave myself for now.
*About that time I heard shrieks and screams from the tunnel, and Imps and lesser demonkind ran by the door, all in the same direction. We all raised our heads and looked at the door. That meant only one thing, we were about to have company. And all the panic could only mean it was a Lord or Lady, or something worse. Great, just great, I thought. Perfect timing. I stood up and moved over next to the desk to back up Lisa if need be. One of my other main duties is as My Mistresses protector, and I also take that duty very seriously. Nothing, and nobody, will get to My Mistress as long as I'm alive. Lydia watched intently, ready to back me up as well. Nothing, and nobody, can mess with one fire drake without their mate getting involved. One fire drake is Hell with wings, two are, well...you figure it out. Lisa opened a drawer and moved a power wand within easy reach. *
At one point; after My Mistress had first given me a home and a purpose, I would have attacked almost anything; usually without warning, which tended to get my ass pulverized on a regular basis. First by whatever I attacked, then usually by My Mistress as well. As nasty as I am a full fledged Lord or Lady can usually mop up the floor with me, or throw me through the wall, or both. They didn't get to be Lord's or Ladies by being wusses. And in Hell looks can be very deceiving, it's what we do after all; deceive stupid mortals, and other stupid demonkind, like me. Just because something is big and scary doesn't mean it's that powerful or tough, it's the quiet little ones you have to watch out for. I once had a three foot Leprechaun beat the Holy Bejesus out of me, turned out he was Hell's version of Chuck Norris. I was sore for a month. And I also had to learn that just because something was creepy looking didn't mean it was there to attack My Mistress, or that it wasn't a nice being under all the fangs and tentacles, and other creepy stuff.
I heard the sound of heavy hoof clops, and a larger version of My Mistress came barging into the office with an angry roar.
"Where the HELL is my conniving, thieving, underhanded, lying, not to be trusted, no-good sister!" bellowed Master Vulkebs.
False alarm. "Hello Master Vulkrebs, I hissed, where do you THINK she is?"
Lisa and Lydia both jumped up and ran over to the large impressive demon. Lisa hugged him; and Lydia rubbed her head against his furry legs and hissed.
Even though Lydia is my life mate she is Master Vulkrebs slave as he transformed her into a demoness, he also transformed Lisa at his sister's request. Because of that they were both bound to him, in the same way I; and My Mistress's other pets, are bound to her. We love our Masters and Mistresses because in a way we are a part of them. In my case My Mistress took it even farther and made me her familiar as well, much to my eternal delight and gratitude. I love My Mistress completely and totally, don't know any other way to describe it. Master Vulkrebs is Mistress Vulva's twin, but whereas as she is female, he is very much male. As far as demons go he's an OK guy.
Vulkrebs scratched Lydia's snout and rubbed his muzzle against Lisa's. He was glad to see the two lovely demoness's, but was also steaming mad. He started to go through the door to the breakroom, but to his surprise the large red dragon moved to block his way.
When I saw his intention I quickly moved to block the doorway, and the plant climbed out of his pot to back me up if necessary, the vegetable and I make a formidable team.
Respectfully I said, "Lord Vulkrebs, My Mistress is entertaining a guest and is not, hiss, to be disturbed."
*Vulkrebs stopped and looked at the large dragon, and while he saw deference he also saw determination. He was mad, but approved. His sister always picked the best; he had to give her that. Her slaves tended to be unusually devoted. Plus the dragon was a friend of sorts, so he backed down even though he could have taken the beast. *
"Very well, Vulkrebs hissed in anger, I will wait."
*"Thank you Master, I said, hiding my relief, please have a seat. Would you like any refreshments?" *
Being a demi-demon; one step down from a full Lord, he could have beaten me, but it would have been one Hell of a fight, and if the plant and Lydia piled on it would have been a toss-up. I; or one, was glad we didn't have to find out.
Vulkeb's sat down in the chair reserved only for Lords or other of the more powerful hierarchy of Hell. Slaves do NOT sit, ever, in the presence of their betters, unless given permission. It's a part of the power trip thing, and to remind of us of what we are. Chairs are actually fairly rare in Hell for this reason. If we do have permission to sit the floor is good enough for us. I think that's kind of overdoing it, but I don't sit in chairs anyway, so HAH!
Master Vulkrebs just mumbled "NO" to the offer of refreshments, and sat in the chair and glared at me. I just sat in the doorway and smiled at him. He calmed down after Lisa and Lydia had fawned over him for awhile. He and Lisa were about to "get down and dirty" on top of the desk, when with perfect timing My Mistress and the Slayer showed up, both reeking of sex and looking positively radiant, the Slayer was actually smiling, which was creepy looking.
"By Dis Sister, Vulkrebs said as he hopped down off the desk leaving a very disappointed Lisa, you never told me you have a Slayer!"
"You never asked, brother dear, hissed Vulva. I just got him though, made a deal with me a year ago, the year was up yesterday."
"Ohhh, said Vulkrebs, he's the one I heard about! Hisss, rumor is Great Lord Ba'al was most pleased by his, um, activities."
"Indeed he was, Vulva replied. Not sure exactly how many souls he sent us, I think around fifty?"
And one BIG ugly bug, I thought. That thing HAD been creepy! I HATE bugs.
"Yesss, Vulkrebs hissed, but be that at it may I need to have a little private talk with you concerning one certain dragoness, WHOM YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SEND BACK A WEEK AGO!!"
"Hisssssss, replied Vulva, calm down brother, not in front of the slaves! I have been bussy, and there have been certain, um....developments.'
"I don't like the sound of that, hissed Vulkrebs, WHAT developments!?!"
"Come brother, hissed Vulva, let us discuss this like civilized demonkind over a nice mug of hot sulfur tea and some cookies."
"Very well, Vulkrebs said, lead the way sister dear."
"PET! Vulva said.
"YES MISTRESS!" I replied.
"Hiiiissss, Vulva replied, make us a fresh pot of tea, and DON'T blow up the Samovar this time!"
"Yes Mistress" I replied as I headed for the bar. Geez, it's been a really long time since I've launched the Samovar like a missile, it's not my fault the stupid thing is unstable, and I didn't mean to kill that Imp! But I was really careful as I heated it with my fire plume. I filled two big solid gold mugs with the hot tea, poured in some ammonia for mistress and added two brimstone cubes; I knew Master Vulkrebs took his straight. Then I loaded up a tray with brimstone cookies and Tidy Bowl urinal cakes and set them on the table between the two glaring demonkind. I even put a little fireproof towel over my arm like a proper English fire dragon butler, My Mistress likes little touches like that. I couldn't help it, and said,
"Tea and crumpets are served Madam" in my most hoity-toity English accented voice.
"Pet" Mistress Vulva said.
"Yesss Madam" I replied.
"BEAT IT!" she hissed.
"YIPE!" I said as I beat it, the adult's wanted to talk, no slaves allowed. Like we couldn't hear them anyway, we were right in the next room. We may be peasants, but we're not deaf.
*With a smile I produced a box of urinal cakes from where I'd been hiding it under my wing, and threw several to everybody. Lisa, Lydia, and the plant hissed in delight, but the Slayer just caught his and stared at us like we were crazy. We finally talked him into eating one, mainly by doing it ourselves, and after he munched on one he agreed they were "surprisingly good". Tidy Bowl, best kind ever! We import them from the mortal realm, but only the most powerful demonkind can afford them. I ate the box too so there'd be no evidence. I'm sneaky. *
The sounds from the breakroom were really loud, and we could hear a fair amount of most of it.
"You let them go on a WHAT!" bellowed Vulkrebs, "How could I stop them!" hissed Vulva, you know how, hissss, fire drakes can be!" "But you were in charge of them!" "Well no matter, it's done!" "Well, what are you going to do about it?!?" "What do you mean what am I going to do about it!! I'll buy her from you!" "Like HELL you will!"
Lydia gave a scared hiss and rubbed against my side; and I put a wing over her. We were both scared and worried as our fates were being decided. We nuzzled one another hissing softly. The Slayer, sensing something was going on, squatted down in the corner like an obsidian statue. Lisa came over and hugged Lydia, and the plant just writhed his tentacles like he didn't know what to do. The babies started fretting, but calmed down when Lisa picked them up so they could suckle at her breasts.
*The main problem was Lydia and I had gone on a mating flight, it's how fire drakes court. I'd caught her, subdued her, and made her my mate. I know demonkind mate all the time, it's what we do best, but the big difference was in our case it meant we were life mates, BIG difference. We hadn't realized what we were doing would cause problems; we'd just been following our instincts. The glitch was Mistress Vulva owned my scaly butt, and Master Vulkrebs owned Lydia's beautiful butt, and since Seekers; who also happened to be fire drakes, were very valuable property neither of them wanted to sell their slave. In my case My Mistress had promised to never sell me, and I believed her explicitly, she has never lied to me, not once. If she couldn't work out something with her brother for Lydia then we would spend much of eternity apart, which for life mates is unbearable. It would be living, well, Hell for us. And they probably realized that having a miserable fire drake moping around would be Hell for them. *
The Slayer watched what was going on, not really understanding at all. He had only been in Hell a few hours, and wandered if it was always, well, this weird. The two drakes were obviously upset about something, so he stayed quiet as it was none of his business, at least he didn't think it was. The public nudity and openly blatant sex hadn't bothered him, after all he was nude and had just had his brains fucked out, but when the pretty bat demoness started to suckle two babies at her impressive breasts that kind of threw him a little. But when in Hell....
All of a sudden the sound system in the breakroom burst into life, set at maximum volume which was rather loud. It played a variety of German Beer Drinking Songs, WWII German military marches (thank you Carl Bruckmann), French court music, and lots of elevator music. We have crap for musical taste I'm afraid. Frankly I'd have preferred some CCR, BTO, Beatles, Smash Mouth, or anything else, but I didn't have a say in the selections. Looks like the Master and Mistress had finally remembered that slaves do have ears. And now I felt slightly nauseated from the revolting music. How can they hear each other!!? I thought.
The bellowing and screaming lasted a long time, finally coming to a crescendo while Marlene Dietrich was singing "Lily Marlene" in German. There was a sudden quiet, and we all waited in suspense, then loud "DONE's" came from the breakroom. The music stopped (thank you!) and Mistress Vulva and Master Vulkrebs emerged, neither looking very happy, both redder in the face the usual. The babies took one look and started crying, until Lisa picked them up and their wails faded away.
Oh crap, I thought, the Mistress doesn't look happy, and if she'd not happy NO one is happy, or they'd better not let her know it if they are. I certainly wasn't happy, I was terrified. I pulled Lydia closer, and she draped her neck over mine and looked out from underneath my head. The thought of being separated from her was truly terrifying as I loved her so very much. We both looked hopefully at our Master and Mistress.
"Lydia stays..." Mistress Vulva started to say, but we cut her off with roars of joy.
Vulva gave an exasperated hiss, "BUT, as I was, hiss saying, she goes back with Master Vulkrebs for now, until her eggs hatch. But first she gets to help us deliver the invitations. It will give her a chance to have a short tour of Hell, she needs to get out, hiss, more.
Vulkrebs just hissed, and turning he stormed out of the office. With a squeal Lydia started to follow him, but Vulva said,
"Not right now Lydia, hisss, your Master needs to be alone. He did not do this willingly, though he drove a hard bargain."
Lydia sat down and gave a wail of anguish for she truly loved her Master too, and did not like to see him so upset. I went to her and wrapped my wings around us. I looked at My Mistress gratefully, and she gave a tired smile revealing her lovely white fangs.
Lisa let her breath out, the plant hissed happily, and the Slayer just stared without a clue.
"OK, now to business, HISSSS! said Vulva, Lisa, hand out the delivery lists. Lydia and Pet will be going together."
"Yes Mistress, replied Lisa, I didn't make any out for the Slayer since he's so new, and since I've never been out of your domain, except for that first day when I was still, you know, a human, I didn't make one out for myself either. I'll make sure the ones we sent by computer got delivered though, those darn net gremlins have been getting in the hmail again and eating them, one mooned me yesterday before I could delete it."
*"Good, excellent, said Vulva. But for now I'm loaning you to Master Vulkrebs until the night of the grand opening. His computer is locked up solid, hissss, and part of our deal was you'd clean up his PC for him and upgrade it. Hissss. He's waiting for you at the portal right now. But no rush, he'll probably be having a tantrum for awhile." *
*Lisa handed out the lists to Vulva & Lydia, Pet, and a few chosen bat demonkind and one other winged demoness who looked part donkey or mule. Mistress had them on loan from another demi-demon. They took their bundles of invitation and quickly left to perform their own delivery duties. In exchange their Master got to pick several Imps from Mistress Vulva's stock. Lisa had been hoping to get better "acquainted" with a couple of the bat demons, but not enough time right now unfortunately, but she'd arranged some "dates" for later. *
Of course Lydia and I got the worst delivery jobs, I looked at my list and started whining right away.
"Mistress, I said, do I have to go to the 9th Level? It stinks, hisss, and they don't like me anyway. And why the heck do you want to invite some Shit Demonkind anyway, they always ruin a party!"
Vulva replied, "It's mainly just to be polite, hissss, they never come anyway. They pretty much keep to themselves."
*Gee, I wonder why? I thought. Shit demonkind are exactly what they sound like, big nasty globs of living crap. They're nice enough I suppose, but I sure don't want to hang around with any, and they better not try to touch me! And talk about a stench! Drakes have an extremely sensitive sense of smell, so you can see where I'm coming from. *
"PET, where are you going? HISS?" asked Mistress Vulva suspiciously as I headed for the breakroom.
"To get some urinal cakes Mistress." I replied.
"NO, you've already had your share for the, hisss, day, you greedy thing!" Vulva said in her 'you'd better not, or else' voice.
"I'm not gonna eat them Mistress, I hissed, I'm gonna stick them up my nose!"
"OH, well that's different, hisss, good idea, Vulva said, get some for Lydia too."
*"I was planning on it Mistress", I said. *
I rummaged around under the bar until I found a box of urinal cakes the tunnel lizards hadn't gotten into yet; I swear they eat more than their body weight in one pig-out, and sticking my head up took a quick look around. The coast was clear, no sign of the Mistress. Mmmm, I thought as I gobbled a bunch of urinal cakes, yummy! Then I took a packet back with me to the office.
Vulva eyed Pet as he came back into the office with a smug look on his snout. She had no doubt the big mooch had struck again, but since they'd all had some urinal cakes recently she couldn't prove it by the usual "blue teeth" test. Well, next time she caught him in the act she'd give him double-whammy just to make up for all the times she didn't catch him. He could be pretty devious, and she knew he had his own private stash somewhere too, but he was too clever for her to find it.
As usual I got the really shitty details, just about every demonkind I had to deliver invitations to were either creepy, jerks, assholes, or all of the above. Not to mention crazy, anti-social, and most hated my guts. And vice versa. What was even worse was some liked me! Still, Mistress had commanded, and it was not my place to question her decisions. Bitch yes, question, no.
"OK, everyone ready?" hissed Vulva.
*Since Lydia and I were the only ones left we just looked at one another, then looked at Mistress, and nodded our heads. *
Vulva would be delivering a few invitations to some of the really high up Great Lords or Ladies in person, so made arrangements for a couple of Imps to watch the kiddies, after giving strict instructions to the plant NOT to eat the nanny Imps! Lisa had already left to accompany Vulkrebs back to his domain until the grand opening, so she left the Slayer in charge of the office for now, but she doubted he'd have much to do. Any Imps or lesser demonkind who came to the office and saw him behind the desk would most likely turn around and leave again rather quickly. She told him to tell anyone who was persistent, or stupid, that she would be back later. If they still didn't get the hint he had permission to do "whatever he felt appropriate". Even she shivered when he smiled.
*Lydia and I followed Mistress down the tunnel to the portal, and passing out into Hell's desert we all stretched and flapped our wings to help limber up. I nipped playfully at Lydia's tail, and got a smack in the face from it for my efforts. *
"Not now!" Lydia hissed.
I whimpered and rubbed my snout, "That wasn't nice, I was just being frisky!"
"Frisky my ass!" Lydia hissed.
"Oh yes, please!" I hissed back.
Lydia rubbed her tail across mine, and hissed softly "Definitely, but later my love."
Vulva was watching the two drakes with her hands on her hips, and when they finally realized she was they both sheepishly crouched on their tails and waited for her to speak.
"IF you're, hiss, done?", Vulva asked.
The drakes both nodded.
Vulva screeched as she spread her wings, and took off with a mighty downward snap as she leaped into the air and winged her way over Hell's burning sands.
"Then fly my minions, FLY and SPREAD THE WORD!! WAH-HA-HA-HA-HISSSS!"
** "Wow, said Lydia as we lifted off and followed, that was impressive."**
"Yep, got to hand it to our Mistress, I replied with a proud hiss, she'd got style!", so I roared "We hear and obey Mistress!", and Lydia echoed me with her own roar. My Mistress did a barrel roll to show her approval, so we roared again. I watched her until she faded to small speck before vanishing in the heat mirages, wishing I was with her. Then Lydia and I winged our way on our own appointed errands.
Our first stop was in the middle of nowhere. I landed on top of a large dune, and Lydia landed next to me. I let out a great bellowing roar, and waited. Almost instantly the sand nearby churned and a large sand demon reared up. They're big armored worms with mouths full of teeth that can gnaw through solid rock; or on a certain dragon's butt as I had found out the hard way. Do not confuse them with sand worms or sand hydra's, and it's a BIG insult to call them one.
"Greetings drakes, said the sand demon, what may I do for you?"
"Is Lord Grisshnik available? I have a personal message for him from Mistress Vulva."
*"I believe so, replied the sand demon, I will call for him." *
The sand demon reared up and gave a sound that was so high pitched most couldn't hear it, but we could and gritted our fangs. That call can penetrate solid rock and sand for miles. The demon cocked its head, and then said,
"Lord Grisshnik is coming!"
*A few minutes later the sand churned again and the biggest sand demon I have ever seen appeared. He was the first demonkind I'd met after arriving in Hell; other then Mistress, and was the one that had chewed on my butt when I'd been stupid enough to attack him. *
"Seeker, and lovely dragoness, Grisshnik said, what may I do for you?"
*Always the gentledemon, I thought. For a sand demon he's a nice guy, good to have him on your side in a dust-up. He's an old friend of My Mistress. *
"Lord Grisshnik, I have the honor of delivering an invitation from Mistress Vulva to attend the grand opening of her new domain, should you so chose to attend. What is your reply My Lord?"
*Lord Grisshnik extended a kind of tendril, or tentacle, or something, from his mouth and took the solid gold gem encrusted invitation. He held it up to one of the numerous eyes (I guess they're eyes) lining the edges of his churning maw. *
"Well, how thoughtful of your Mistress, Lord Grisshnik said. I would be delighted to attend; she does know how to throw a party." He threw the invitation to the sand demon who had called him, and it snapped it out of the air with an appreciative "yum!".
As we flew away Lydia asked, "How can such a large demon attend the party, he can't even get through the portal doors!"
"Well, I hissed back, he could eat his way in I guess. But what they do is have a second party for the sand demons and larger fire drakes outside; they set out rare minerals for the sand demons and other goodies. Everyone has a great time. Ever been to a drake's only party at the central cauldron?? Oh man!"
"I heard those are nothing but orgies!" Lydia hissed.
"Exactly!" I replied, and got a smack on my butt from her tail, it felt nice!
*Next stop was Caligula's palace. It was pretty impressive, an exact recreation of his palace and the Senate and other buildings of Rome from the period he was Emperor. He was a big time egomaniac and nuttier then a fruitcake, but I couldn't help but like the guy. Sure, he was messed up, but in Hell that's the norm. What could you expect after the childhood and life he'd had anyway? That kind of crap would mess up anyone, it's a miracle he's not worse than he is. He can be extremely cruel to those he sees as enemies, but to friends he can be amazingly generous. I collected an extremely nasty soul for him a few years back, and he made me a tribune in the Praetorian Guards which I thought was awful nice of him. He even had a suit of custom armor made for me, but I don't wear it much as I think it makes me look gay, or even gayer as my stupid harness is gay enough already. Mistress makes me wear it, and the stupid thing grows along with me and I can't take it off! She can be so evil sometimes. *
*We walked through spacious halls of white marble with all sorts of art and decorations. An archeologist or Roman Historian would have freaked out. It was an exact recreation of Rome, circa AD 40. Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, better known as Caligula or "Little Boots" after a pet name given him by the Legionnaires, 3rd Emperor of Rome, reigned here. But there were constant reminders of where we were as well. Demonkind in the armor of Praetorian Guards stood at regular intervals, and they weren't just for show, their power lances were not ornamental, nor was their armor. And then there were what Caligula called his "living sculptures" or "art from life". He was very creative in what he did to those who displeased him, and most of the still very alive "sculptures" looked like partially completed anatomy lessons. There were souls, Imps, and even the occasional demonkind. I tried not to look, despite being a demon and having been here for a long time now, some things were still,...disturbing. Lydia gave little hisses of horror every now and then, I really should have left her outside, but Mistress had wanted me to give her the grand tour. She needed to see this stuff. *
Eventually we entered the huge throne room where Caligula held court and spent most of his time. There was also an orgy I'd been told had been going on for almost 2000 years nonstop; and other, um, entertainment. A centurion announced us, and when the Emperor gestured for us to approach I softly hissed to Lydia,
"Let me do the talking, he's kind of, well, unpredictable." She just nodded her head, her eyes wide.
I approached the large impressive throne, a huge solid gold Roman Eagle was the backdrop, and the throne was solid marble padded with imperial purple cushions embroidered in gold.
*"Ave Caeser!" I bellowed as I slammed a fist against my chest in the old Imperial salute, and dropped into a crouch with my head lowered. It was deadly quiet in the throne room, every eye was on me and the emperor. Even the coupling demonkind, Imps, beasts, and trained animals had stopped in mid-coitus to watch us. *
"Rise Tribune!" said Emperor Caligula, "You all see!" he said, waving his hand at the assembled demonkind and other creatures; then pointing at me, "He knows how to make a proper entrance! You would do well to observe! Now tell me, Seeker, what brings you to my court?"
I stood up and looked at him, and he was pretty impressive. He was in his most human form, and wore the toga of his office, including the laurel wreath crown. He looked like a handsome young man and could easily have passed for human except of the cloven hoofs and tip of a barbed tail that stuck out from under his robes.
"Tell me Tribune, said Caligula, who is your lovely dragoness friend?"
"Caesar, I replied, if it pleases you this is Lydia, also slave to Mistress Vulva."
"It does, it does please me! Caligula said with a beaming smile, it is always nice to welcome a lovely demoness to my court, would you care for a refreshments, perhaps a romp in the baths?"
Ohhh, I thought, tempting! As far as dens of inequity go Caligula's baths are right up next to Sodom and Gomorrah, in other words anything goes, and lots of it. But darn it, I was on a tight schedule.
"Alas Caesar, I said, we are on official business for my Mistress. I have for you an invitation; and I stepped forward and presented it with a flourish, from Mistress Vulva to attend the grand opening of her new domain, should you chose to do so. What is Caesar's reply?"
"But of course I will attend! Caligula said. It should be fun. I am so bored, and your Mistress always throws fantastic parties. Yes, I will attend, so inform your lovely Mistress."
"It will be as you command, Ave Caesar!"
"You see, you see! He knows how to be respectful!" Caligula said in delight, as I slowly backed away from the throne, then turned and left with Lydia in tow.
"He's not so bad, hissed Lydia."
"Come with me" I replied, and led her to a small alcove. I wanted her to see the bad side of Emperor Caligula.
Caligula kept his "special" works of "art" in private little alcoves hidden behind heavy felt curtains, partially to muffle their screams. We stood and looked at the thing hanging on the wall, and Lydia gave a squeal of horror.
It was hard to tell exactly what the thing was. But one bare breast and other recognizable features identified it as a woman, or what was once a woman. She had been partially skinned, and then sewn into a frame using her still attached skin as the "canvas". Her whole front side had been skinned except for one full firm breast, the rest was a mass of bleeding muscles, fat, exposed partially dangling organs and entrails, and bone. And she was very much alive, at least so much as souls are. They, like us, can't die, but they can be hurt and feel pain. There was a large pot under the "living art", and the bottom of the frame had a gutter to channel all the dripping blood and other fluids into the pot. In the pot was a "blood vine", its tendrils are covered in thorns and it has mouths with fangs on the tips of the vines, and both suck blood from anything they can get a hold of. This one's vines were wrapped around the woman, both outside, and inside, of her. One entered her pussy and excited through her mouth, its own mouth suckling at her one remaining nipple. Others were entwined in her entrails and wrapped around her organs as they fed, you could see them pulsing as they drank, and the woman would never run out of blood. She gave a soft mewling squeal, pleading with her one eye. I saw where she was looking, and there was a bucket. I looked in it and it was full of blood. She looked at me, begging with her eye and I knew what she wanted. I picked the bucket up and doused her with the blood. She gave a soft gurgling moan of some small measure of relief; the fresh blood would keep her moist until the blood vines had sucked her dry again. I'm sorry Violet, I thought, you shouldn't have reneged on your deal with Caligula. I took Lydia's arm gently; she was still staring in horror at the thing on the wall, and led her out of the alcove.
"Who, who....what WAS that!" Lydia gasped.
"That, I replied, was once a soul named Violet Teale. She avoided honoring her debt to Emperor Caligula for almost 300 hundred years until I finally tracked her down. He is not one to anger, and is not forgiving. She'll spend eternity like that."
*I had hated to show Lydia something like that...thing, but she hadn't been here as as long as I had been, and it was a good way of getting across to her just exactly what Hell was all about. We live on the "Admin" level, and it's downright comfy compared to the other levels. That doesn't mean there isn't lots of really horrible stuff even on this level, but "changelings" need to learn what it's all about since we didn't grow up with it. I've learned to "ignore" it, but it still bothers me. *
"I'm sorry about that my love, I said, but you needed to see it. Some of the other places we'll be delivering invitations are just as bad, or worse." I stopped, and turned to face her and stared into her beautiful flaming eyes. "If you don't want to come its OK, you can fly to Master Vulkrebs now if want." And I nuzzled her snout and neck in the way our kind shows affection.
She hissed softly, and said, "That's so nice of you my love, but I, hissss, need to see these things. After all I am a demoness, and it is my place."
Actually Lydia was appalled almost as much by her acceptance of what she saw as she was by what she saw. A normal person would have fainted or run screaming from the things she saw almost every day. That didn't meant they didn't bother her though, they did very much. But she knew she no longer saw things from a human point of view, that not only her body, but her mind, had been changed. Otherwise it would have been impossible to accept and cope. She was a demoness, and she knew it. A very lucky demoness, she thought, as she returned her mate's caresses. It no longer bothered her she'd had to go to Hell to find a life mate. She kept returning his caresses, stroking his tail with hers, and it finally reached a point they could no longer ignore their rising lust and desire, so they mated on the front steps of Caligula's palace. No one paid much attention as public copulation was no big deal, but the guards did appreciate the show as it broke up their otherwise boring guard shift.
My caresses turned to serious nips and gentle bites, and soon Lydia lifted her tail for me and I mounted her. No matter how many times I did it; usually several times a day, it still felt so new and wonderful. Her slick molten sex swallowed me to the hilt and I serviced her with strong steady strokes, my nether tongue busy deep inside, and I gently bit her neck at the base of her head even though I knew that show of dominance was no longer necessary, but I did it because I knew she liked it, and I hissed my pleasure through my fangs as we mated. Our body temperatures steadily went up, and with a "whoompf" flames began to lick across our scales. Then I had to throw my head back and roar in ecstasy and blasted my fire plume into the air as we experienced the first of several massively pleasurable orgasms. It was more the mating of animals then intelligent beings, but we ARE animals as much as intelligent beings, and when it comes to lust the animal is usually in charge.
*Lydia grunted and hissed in pleasure as her mates weight settled on her back, she moved her tail to one side as he hooked a leg over one of hers and tilted her hindquarters so he could mount her easier, and bellowed in pleasure as he penetrated and hilted, and squealed as she felt his nether tongue extend and began to do things to her, snaking out to rub and caress her clitoris even as he fucked her. She gasped as his jaws closed on her throat; ohhhh, that was such a turn on for a dragoness! She felt her body temperature go up, and felt them ignite as flames danced over their joined bodies, the feeling erotic and so very pleasurable. The flames of Hell always burned in the depths of their eyes, but now they licked out as they became burning coals. She clawed the marble steps leaving grooves in the stone, and screeched her love for her mate. She felt the pleasure grow until it was unbearable, and added her fire plume to her mates as they both exploded in roaring ecstasy, the flames wreathing their bodies climbing in a burning whirlwind. *
*They didn't see Caligula and his entourage watching intently from a balcony as the two drakes mated several times, attracted by their roars of lust. *
*"Now that, said Caligula, was one Hell of a good fuck. Be sure to send the bill for the steps to Mistress Vulva. Now attend me, all that drake sex has made me horny! Back to the orgy! Bring fresh Imps and beasts!" *
Once we'd cooled off a little bit and managed to dampen our flames; we still looked like meteors for awhile though as we flew through Hell's sky, we headed for our next destination. I wasn't quite sure exactly how we'd be received. I had done the Marqui de Sade a service for which he had been grateful, but then again I'd also burned down his castle and sank his ship. So I was a little leery, and we circled his now rebuilt; and much more impressive (and fire proof) castle a few times to announce ourselves. When no ADA (Anti Dragon Artillery) opened up I figured it was safe to land.
*The Marquis and Marchioness de Sade were waiting for us when we landed. I didn't see any guards with chains so figured we were safe. As usual the Marquis was done up like a member of the court of King Louie, as was the Marchioness. They were both fairly petite for demonkind, and she was truly lovely right down to her long tail and scales. The Marquis was a sadist demon of very high rank and was held in high regard, anyone who could teach the denizens of Hell new ways to sexually torture through pleasure; as much as pain, was held in awe. He bowed; the Marchioness curtsied. Then the Marquis kissed Lydia's hand, and said, *
"Chercheur Seeker, à qu'est-ce que nous devons le plaisir inattendu de cette visite?"
"Greetings from My Mistress Vulva, I replied, I have the honor to present an invitation to attend the grand opening of Mistress Vulva's new domain, for both you and your lovely mate, should you so chose to attend. What is your reply?"
"Ah, but of course, it is an honor! Naturellement, of course we will attend! Please convey our gratitude and appreciation to your Mistress. But please, feel free to stay and partake of our new dungeon additions, they are magnifique!"
Ohhhh, again tempting. The Marquis employs only demonkind who are the most skilled at sexual torture, they have had thousands of years to perfect their arts, but we'd already wasted too much time at Caligula's.
"I am truly in despair, I replied, but we are on official business. Our Mistress would not approve if we dallied, especially since she isn't here too. Hiss, hiss, hiss."
*The Marquis gave a little guffaw at my poor joke, he knew Mistress Vulva intimately; come to think just about every demon does, and the Marchioness hissed in amusement. Then he bowed to us again, and the Marchioness came forward and gave me a little kiss, with a lot of tongue, which was very nice. We roared as we took flight, and they waved. *
"Ah, remerciez la bonté, la bête est allée et le château se trouve encore!" Muttured the Marquis as he waved as the two dragons took off.
"Francois, c'est terrible! The Marchioness lightly scolded, slapping him with her fan. Did he not reunite us, of his own good will, after we had been apart for so long?"
The Marquis turned to face his mate, and his face grew tender. "Yes, mon cher, he did indeed do that. For that I am eternally in his debt. Un grand geste galant le plus en effet. But you were not here when he devastated my domain, he is like a force de nature, terrible apercevoir. But now, I have had installed in the dungeon a new kind of rack, would you care to break it in mon petite?"
The Marchioness just smiled and ran her forked tongue over her fangs. Grabbing the Marquis hand she led him towards the entrance to the dungeon, and her clothes were all gone long before they reached it.
Most of the types of demonkind; we're very specialized, have their own "Levels" in Hell. Our Level is #2., like I've said it's the "Admin" level where all the other Levels keep "offices" to deal with the other Levels. There's a little spillover from some of the other Levels, but not a lot. And each Level had all sorts of sub-levels. It's pretty confusing. You reach the actual other Levels by going through something like a teleporter, I don't know what else to call it, maybe short range pentagram? I guess the other levels are on different "planes" or "realities" or something as they can only be reached that way. Anyway, I'm not a techie so that's the best I can do. To get to the other Levels you go to their Level #2 "office" and ask to use their pentagram. They usually don't have a problem with that, especially if you're on official business from a Lord or Lady, or demi-demoness like Mistress Vulva. They don't get many "sight-seers". They come here mainly to take a little R&R or vacation. Most of us are more than happy to stick to our own levels, myself included. I was able to drop some of the invitations off at various "offices", but in some cases we had to actually enter the other Levels in order to deliver them personally. Which sucked as they are not fun places, they're what give Hell a bad name. We were down to a few invitations, but they were the ones that would a major pain to deliver. I asked Lydia if she wanted to wait for me again, but my brave mate stuck by my side, I love her so.
So the first Level we got to visit was Level #1, which isn't too bad. It's the "Receiving & Sorting" Level. You kill them; we sort them out, except for the lucky ones who get the express elevator up. One thing that was handy was most of the "offices" are pretty close together, so no more long distance flying for awhile. We presented ourselves at the Level #1 office, told them our business, and they whisked us right through, no waiting.
*Level #1 is fairly nice, all things considered. It reminds me of Carlsbad Caverns, a great big cave system. So far as I know they don't have an "outside". Some of the chambers are big enough to fly in, truly huge. Most of the light comes from either glow balls or a kind of luminescent fungus that grows everywhere and it is actually sentient, its name is Prock, no idea why. It might be kind of dim for mortals, for us it was fine. You have to be careful not to get the fungus on you, it's like athlete's paw, hard to get rid of, plus it makes you glow in the dark. And if it gets too bad Prock takes over and you become part of him, you literally turn into an intelligent fungus. When a damned soul arrives here it is assigned a "case worker" who researches its background, how bad it was, if it might be of use as a slave or even a demonkind, and most importantly of all, what scares the shit out of it. Once the soul's biggest fears are determined it gets sent to whatever Level "caters" to that particular fear or phobia. And they don't always stay in one place; they get "rotated" from Level to Level to experience a variety of torments. It's horrible, it's HELL. And don't yell about "discrimination" or "I don't deserve this", etc. We're equal opportunity tormenters; everybody gets the exact same treatment. We don't care if you're black, white, brown, blue, green with purple polka-dots, or whatever. Plus we don't care what your religion is, and don't tell us you don't believe in us, we believe in you and that's what counts. And they more you squeal the worse it is, we're short on patience. Squeal or yell once, you get smacked, do it again you get your tongue ripped out and/or your mouth sewed shut. We hate whiners. And don't try any legal mumbo-jumbo, half the demonkind in Level #1 used to be lawyers. Your punishment will be based on several things, Fears, how bad you were (it does make a difference, the less bad ones get to be slaves which is a LOT better than the alternatives), and to some extent your religion; or lack thereof. And NO appeals, you're here because Heaven didn't want you, but we turn away nobody, our doors are wide open all the time, 24/7. The only exception is souls who have made deals with demonkind, they go directly to their masters or mistresses, or are dragged down by them or me if they try to back out of their deal. It's amazing how many do, they never learn. We Seekers are kept pretty busy. *
We were on the way to one of the main managers offices to see if we could find a behemoth named Schmedlap, he pretty much ran the place. He's an OK guy, but fat as Hell. As we walked through the tunnels coffles of naked souls chained together shuffled past being escorted by "devils" with; you got it, pitchforks. "Devils" are not THE Devil, they just look like you stereotypical demonkind. You know, basically human with red skin, hooves, long tails with barbs, small horns, and a variety of fur, scales, wings, and/or fangs. They're among the most numerous and lowest class of demonkind, but had good job security as there aren't enough of them to go around. Then of course there were plenty of every other kind of demonkind too, with a few exceptions. Not very many fire demonkind, and NO Shit demonkind. We left the main grottos and entered the "office complex" and things changed a lot. The caverns, burning lava, sulfur, and brimstone is mainly show to scare the crap out of new arrivals and make them more cooperative (it works). Once you're in the office spaces it's still caves, but with offices full of demonkind at work on computers, running printers, maintaining files, etc. Just like any other kind of business, they just deal in souls and there are a lot to keep track of. Schmedlap was in his office, which saved time, and his secretary ushered us right in. While Lydia waited I walked up to his imposing desk, and said,
"Greetings from My Mistress Vulva, I have the honor to present an invitation to attend the grand opening of Mistress Vulva's new domain, should you so chose to attend. What is your reply?"
"Mistress Vulva huh?, Schmedlap replied, Oui! Of course I'll come; I'd be meshuggah not to. Her parties are to die for! Would you and the lady like some brimstone cookies? They're kosher, right from Feinstein's South Vent Deli."
"Thank you Lord Schmedlap", I said as I took several cookies and gave some to Lydia. Feinstein's were the best! I don't know what they put in them; it's a family secret, but they're superb. We were both happily smacking our chops as we left.
On the way out we passed some coffles of souls on their way to various levels to start their torments. It was pretty brutal, a lot were screaming and crying, being dragged, whipped, and some were being raped by overseers, Imps, beasts and/or trained animals, both male and female, often several at the same time. Welcome to Hell, I thought, doing my best to ignore it.
Next was Level #3, we were ushered right through to that Level too when they found out our business. We had to deliver invitations to two twins who ran the place, they were Lord Shaz and Lady Shazbath, their Great Lady Karneth would be getting an invitation directly from Mistress Vulva; to have a less powerful demonkind deliver one would be an insult. Demonkind are big on kiss-ass protocol. Shaz and Shazbath are what I guess you'd call Nagas, demonkind with snakes tails and heads but fairly human torsos and arms. I've mated with Lady Shazbath, and what she can do with her coils, hisssss! Of course the torments here are sexual in nature; and truly horrible and agonizing to those on the receiving end. And believe you me there is a point where too much sexual pleasure becomes unbearable agony, at least for those not designed to be sexually insatiable like most demonkind. Basically the souls get raped for eternity in one form or another; and that form changes from time to time to keep the experience 'fresh and entertaining'. Mistress Vulva worked here over a thousand years before moving up in the hierarchy and getting her own domain. Which I for one am grateful for, I could not stand to have to live and work in this level as rape is a phobia of my own as I was nearly raped to death before being sacrificed to My Mistress. Every time I have to come here I have nightmares for weeks afterwards, and if you think your nightmares are bad you had NO idea what they're like for demonkind. I mean, think about it. We ARE nightmares, so think what it takes to scare us! Much of the raping is done by teams of trained Imps, beasts, and animals supervised by demonkind overseers, and of course they take part as well. They get rotated, the souls aren't so lucky. And if you're a male slave it doesn't matter, they cast a spell on you to give you an eternal erection. For some of the "badder" souls it's even worse, they change them into sexual monsters with multiple penises and/or vaginas so they can "entertain" even more sexual partners. Once we saw a giant erect penis and balls with legs staggering down the tunnel, blind and helpless, they let things like that wander around unable to slake their lust. The torments include orgasm denial that lasts for years for both male and female souls, eternal orgasms that never stop, sexual physical torture such as repeated castrations (your balls grow back), electrical shock, bestiality, sex changes back and forth, etc. If you can think of it they have already done it, every sexual perversion and torture known. Every so often there were souls strapped to mounting racks in the tunnels that are for "public pleasure", meaning any horny creature that passes can rape them if they feel like it, and they're kept well serviced, usually there are lines waiting at both ends. It's horrible, and I hate it. Mistress Vulva is a sex demoness, but the sex and pain she gives her "children" has a purpose; it's not just mindless pain and/or pleasure. It changes us into demonkind, we become her slaves and children, and we serve her and in return she takes care of us. It's a twisted kind of love, but it IS love. There's none of that here in Level 3, here sex is strictly for punishment. By the time we delivered the invitations; even though I was glad to see Lady Shazbath and our six children (three Nagas, three fire drakes), I was shaking by the time we left and it took me awhile to regain my composure. Lydia was so concerned, bless her.
*We didn't have to go to Levels #4, #5, #6, or #7, thank Big "L". Level #4 is the sadist level, as in torture. It makes a medieval dungeon look like summer camp. I've been there, once was enough. Level #5 is the Fire torment level, you got it, lakes of burning fire they chuck you into for a few years at a time in-between other torments, Level #6 is the Psycho level, where they mess with your mind and your nightmares come true, and you do it all to yourself. Have never been there; do NOT want to go, period. As bad as my nightmares are I'd never get back out. So far as I know no one ever does, soul or demonkind. There are no exits from Level #6, and their office on Level #2 is empty. Level #7 is kind of weird; it's two main torments are gluttony and starvation. If you love to eat they starve you, if you hate to be fat they stuff you with goodies till you're a blimp. Weird. *
*Our next stop was Level #8, the Vore level. If you have a fear of being eaten that's where they send you. Everything on that level eats souls in one form or another, most of it while the soul is whole. A few tear up souls and devour them in chunks, but most swallow them "alive". The level is one big Vore Jungle, desert, ocean, swamp, and cave system. They have every kind of "monster" you can think of. Plants, reptiles, giants, insects, fungus, slime, blobs, etc. and also fun stuff like quicksand and slowsand. Slowsand is the same as quicksand, it just takes you up to a year to completely go under. We had two invitations to deliver there, one in the jungle area, another in the swamp. The place was utter chaos, they just let the souls go, and they run around until they get eaten. Then it all starts over again., so they get eaten over, and over again, forever, by every different kind of thing you can think of. Of course some of the "monsters"; all demonkind for the most part, do more than just eat them. *
Our first stop was a demon named Slithish, if we could find him in the jungle. As we trotted down a path in the direction the "receptionist" had indicated we passed souls fairly frequently. When they saw us they took off running, they just assumed we were there to eat them too, but fire drakes don't eat meat, we eat minerals, and not much of them. The souls didn't know that though, so if it moves, run away from it. One guy running away from us was grabbed by a "tree" that wrapped its tentacles around the screaming soul and stuffed it into a mouth in the top of its trunk until there was noticeable bulge in its trunk, a wriggling bulge. It was demonkind called a Devourer, just like the one in Mistress's office, but much larger. It waved its tentacles at us in thanks for scaring the soul within reach, so we waved back to be polite. We passed souls being eaten by giant frogs, plants, sinking in quicksand, being absorbed by fungus, etc. One woman was staggering around covered in a fuzzy grey mold that was slowly growing all over her, thicker and thicker. It would grow until she couldn't move, and then she'd fall down and become a large fuzzy ball of mold. If another soul came close the mold would release a cloud of spores to infect that soul next.
Finally we reached a fairly large clearing that I recognized, it was in one of Mistress's living photos back in her office. If anyone was looking at the photo right now they'd see me and Lydia standing at the edge. And Slithish was in the clearing, but he wasn't alone. He was a giant snake demon, a demi-demonkind like Mistress Vulva. He had his coils around a pretty naked woman and was hissing in pleasure as he raped her with both his hemipenes at the same time. The woman could hardly breath, she gasped for breathe in his coiled embrace, and stared at us in resigned despair. It looked like he'd been doing ti for awhile; she was covered in gooey snake cum. Master Slithish raised his head and hissed, looking at us questioningly.
"Master Slithish, I have the honor of delivering an invitation from Mistress Vulva to attend the grand opening of her new domain, should you so chose to attend. What is your reply Master?"
"But of courssse, hissed the giant snake, I would be honored. Tell your lovely Mistress I will attend. Hissssss."
Not knowing what to do with the invitation I just left it on the ground. The snake suddenly gave a loud hiss of pleasure as he climaxed and the soul moaned in pleasure too, then in a ripple of coils too fast to see he repositioned the soul, and began swallowing her feet first, unhinging his jaws to accommodate his large meal. By the time we were out of sight of the clearing her breasts were disappearing into his mouth as his throat muscles convulsed to pull her in. A short while a later her screams suddenly became muffled, then stopped. Lydia shuddered, and said,
"I don't understand, if souls are to be tormented forever, then why are the eaten and killed?"
"Souls can't be killed Lydia, I said, think about it. They can be hurt, tortured, etc, but never destroyed."
"But then what happens when they get eaten like that?" Lydia asked in a puzzle hiss.
"Think about it, I replied, they always heal or reconstitute themselves after being damaged or injured."
Lydia thought for a minute; then said "Oh, hisss, OHH, that's just gross!"
It is too, a soul that is eaten goes through the whole digestive process, and then they come out in the end, if you catch my drift. They're aware during the whole process of being digested and broken down, going through the intestines, and then being excreted as shit, a living turd which is fully aware of what's happened to it and what it is. Then the soul reconstitutes itself, reforms, and it starts all over again, forever. Gross-to-the-max. What did you expect, this is HELL.
The second demonkind we had an invitation for was in the swamp area of Level #8. It was a huge slug named "Glrrrppphhh", a fairly powerful Vore Lord or Lady, what the heck to do you call a hermaphrodite anyway?? After Lydia got stuck in quicksand for the second time, and a really big alligator bit my tail and made me bite my tongue, we decided to fly the rest of the way. A Devourer was nice enough to point out Glrrrppphhh to us. It looked just like a huge slug, except it was translucent. Inside you could see several souls in various stages of digestion. You could see them pressing against the sides of the rubbery slug's body, their mouths open in muffled screams. It's a good thing drakes don't have a gag reflex, in other words we can't throw up, but I swear Lydia turned green. I gave Mr. or Miss Slimy its invitation and we got the HELL out of there, as fast as our wings could take us.
*Fortunately we didn't have to go to Levels #10 or #11. Level #10 is "Special Torments", never been there, don't know nothin about it. Level #11 is the "Vermin" level, as in torments involving rats, small ones and big ones, and bugs, lots of insects of every size and shape. Even the demonkind are mostly rat or insectoid forms. They rape you, lay their eggs in you, eat you from the inside out and outside in, and crawl all over you. They even change you into vermin. If you're terrified of cockroaches they turn you into one and put you to work breeding with regular roaches, you get to spend eternity as a bug with a human mind. All Levels have some sort of transformation punishments. NO WAY I'll ever go there, even My Mistress won't make me. I HATE bugs! And some of them are bigger then I am. *
That left our last invitation to deliver, and I'd saved the "best" for last. Level #9, the Shit level. It's run by Shit Demonkind, literally living piles of crap. In every shape, color, or size you can imagine. And they come with corn, peanuts, and other stuff in them, including pieces of toilet paper. They run the sewers and septic systems of Hell, and are more powerful then you'd think. If you make them mad for some reason then your domains toilets will all back up and overflow; which believe me is HELL. So everybody treats them with the respect they're due, and believe you me they earn it as far as I'm concerned. They also torment souls who have fears about shit, what they do to them I do NOT want to know, not curious at all. Of course the invitation was just a courtesy, they hardly ever attend parties. Think about it. Of course I hear they have some pretty wild parties of their own, but never been to one and don't plan on it. We needed to see Lord Glorp, whom I had met once, but it wasn't one of my fondest memories. He was one of the head floaters.
We stuffed urinal cakes up or nostrils which helped a little bit, you have NO idea what Level #9 smells like, NONE. The only way you could possibly understand it to have experienced it yourself, but I doubt if a living mortal would have survived. The air was so thick it wavered and had a yellowish tint to it. Things plopped and squished up and down the tunnels and I didn't look too closely at them. You'd have expected there to be flies and other bugs, but the stench was even too great for them. We just put the invitation on Lord Gorp's desk, and not quite ran back out the door. I guess he was used to it as he didn't say anything. And we almost made it.
*As we neared the exit I saw a soul squatting by the side of the tunnel with a really strange look on his face. At first I thought he was taking a really huge shit, but then I saw the pile of shit was going INTO his ass and his stomach was starting to bulge! And then shit started coming out of his mouth! Now I can't throw up as drakes have no gag reflex, anything we eat stays down. But I did my best, and with a huge burp a small flicker of flame shot out of my mouth, and that was all it took. When we'd been walking through the tunnels we'd seen a lot of "NO SMOKING!, DANGER!, METHANE!" signs everywhere, and now we found out why, the hard way. *
The resulting explosion as my flame ignited the methane and other gasses was heard in every Level of Hell including Hades and Lower Heck, and toilet lids blew off in Levels #10, #8, and #7. A chain of volcanoes bust into life in the Philippines, and a series of fairly severe earthquakes hit Indonesia resulting in some; thankfully fairly small, tidal waves. One Great Lord was blown into the air by a four foot blue flame, and numerous other demonkind and Imps had their rumps and/or genitals set on fire. Thinking it was an attack from Heavenly forces a general alarm was sounded and the armed forces of Hell began to mobilize before things calmed down and of course Heaven denied having anything to do with it.
Mistress Vulva, having had fewer invitations to deliver, had already arrived back in her domain. She asked the Slayer if anything had happened while she was gone, and took his smile to mean "no". She couldn't help notice his belly was bulging and the two nanny Imps were crouching in utter terror in a corner with the babies.
Suddenly Mistress Vulva heard a low rumbling sound, and held onto her desk as the domain shook for a few seconds, sounds of concern and bleats of fright coming from the tunnel, and the fire alarms went off. She looked up as an overseer; with his fur on fire, ran shrieking past the office door.
"PET!!!" shrieked Vulva. She tried to contact him in his mind, but encountered only panic and disjointed visions that made her head hurt, so pulled out. "PET, What the fuck?" she said in a resigned hiss. Then she hissed again as the babies started crying.
*Followed by a horde of screaming smoldering shit demonkind Lydia and I burst through the pentagram and back to Level #2 just in time. We scared the Hell out of the pentagram operator and office workers as two solid black drakes with flaming eyes ran screeching through their office and took flight as soon as they exited through the doors (actually we made our own exit). The last they saw of us we were flying as fast as we could and leaving a trail of soot like a trail of smoke. *
"I didn't MEAN to! HISSSS" I yelled at Lydia, who just snarled at me. We both looked like some sort of minstrel show actors in blackface, but with it all over our bodies.
*Lydia finally calmed down; then started to hiss, then roar in amusement. *
"It's NOT funny!" I hissed, which set her off even more. Then; unable to stop myself, I began to roar in laughter too. So we flew through the air roaring and screeching like a couple of banshee's, and anything we ran into gave the two apparently insane demonkind a wide berth.
Finally I calmed down a little, then looked at Lydia and started laughing again.
She said in a frosty hiss, "Just what do you think is so funny? HISSS?"
"You are! I hissed, Have you seen yourself?"
She snorted, and said, "Look who's, hissss, talking!"
I turned my head and looked at myself, and she was right. We both looked ridiculous; we looked more like big flying black lizards or bats then drakes. We were solid black, not a trace of red showing except for our flaming eyes.
"Black looks good on you!" I roared.
"I'm filthy!" she bellowed.
"Yes, you are! We both are!" I roared back.
"It's nasty, I want to clean it off, let's stop somewhere!" Lydia said, and it was nasty too, all oily and it stank.
As we flew we scanned the ground far below with our binocular vision, all drakes have that type of raptor vision, it's common with most winged demonkind. We can focus in on a small area just like with binoculars, hence the name. Neat huh! Once we sighted a patrol of the Infernal Foreign Legion on a sand hydra killing expedition, their motto is "March or Fry". Finally Lydia spotted what we were looking for, natural hot springs. I would have preferred sulfur, but steaming mineral water would do, and all of Hell's water has a lot of sulfur in it anyway. What would broil a human in seconds feels like a nice cool bath to us.
We passed over the area a few times checking for predators; there is some nasty wildlife in Hell that can hurt even demonkind, but we didn't spot anything. The few smaller critters in the area beat a hasty retreat, the big boys (and girl) had arrived and they knew better then to hang around. Just because fire drakes don't eat meat doesn't mean we won't toast something just for the heck of it. And we do kill sand hydras on sight, it's the law. But we had the place to ourselves.
We had a ball, plunging into the blue, green, and yellow tinted pools with roars of delight. We dirtied up one pool until the water was a grey color with a slick of oily black soot on the surface, using handfuls of sand to scrub ourselves squeaky clean. It felt wonderful, and we hissed and keened in pleasure at the feel of our mate's hands caressing our body. That nasty oily soot was hard to get off, and it took several good scrubbings. We found a big geyser, and took turns sitting on the hole until it would blast us into the air on a huge column of boiling water & steam, and with shrieks of delight we'd do fancy dives into the pool, except once I landed headfirst in a sulfur bog and shrieking with laughter Lydia had to drag me out by my tail. It was NOT funny!
*A couple of times flights of well armed winged demonkind dropped down for a closer look, and we waved at them and roared greetings. One bat demon landed and asked if we'd see any "Large black Angels or other flying creatures?" We looked at each other, looked at him, and said "NO!" at the same time. He told us if we did to "engage them and wait for reinforcements". We promised to do that with grave nods of our heads. Then we held each other and roared in laughter after they left. *
*Finally; exhausted, we lay half in a boiling cauldron and just held one another for a long time, nuzzling and gently nipping at one another hissing softly. She was gravid, we could tell, and we were both a couple of very happy drakes. Finally I mounted her while she lay on her back; rare for us, and made long slow love to my mate, both of us roaring in ecstasy for the longest time. She clawed at my scales as I serviced her, her eyes squeezed shut from the intense pleasure, gasping and moaning. I thrust into her with slow steady strokes, nibbling and nipping at her neck and head, hissing softly. Oh it felt so incredibly good, to be able to take my mate slow and easy like this, the boiling water cooling my lust so I could control it, to make love and not just mate like animals. We each had several extremely intense orgasms, holding one another close as we climaxed each time, more one being then two. We stayed joined for hours and we both hoped it would never end, but it did all too soon. *
We went for a final dip in the pool, then shook ourselves and stretched our sore wings and preened. We'd done more flying in one day then we usually did in a week and that, plus getting blown head over paws for a couple of hundred feet down a tunnel full of roaring flames was pretty tiring too. We were worn out and beat. Finally we crouched and launched ourselves into the air, and I couldn't help but do a loop-de-loop in sheer exuberance. Lydia shrieked in admiration at my skill. Built like we are certain maneuvers are difficult, but we are consummate flyers, surprisingly graceful for all our bulk. A drake in flight; even a Hell drake, is a beautiful sight. Of course if you're on the ground you usually don't stick around to admire it.
*After my blatant showmanship we climbed for more altitude to catch one of the tailwinds and headed for Mistress Vulva's domain, and home. *
"We are SO in trouble!" Lydia hissed at me over the sound of our wings.
"An how! I replied, Mistress will NOT be pleased! Looks like I doed it again, why does this always happen to me? I didn't mean to blow up Level #9!"
"Well, it WAS an accident." Lydia replied.
"Yeah, try telling the Mistress that!" I said. Boy was I in for one Hell of an ass whupping, not that I didn't deserve it. She'd knock my scaly butt into next year.
As we neared the domain Lyida bellowed, "Well, I have to return to Master Vulkrebs domain for now, my eggs will be hatching any day now. I'll miss you for now my love."
I didn't say anything, and we turned on our sides and clasped one another, her wings folded with mine wrapped around us as we plummeted towards the ground. We gently nuzzled and rubbed our snouts against one another's head and neck, then we broke apart, and spreading our wings slowed our fall and gracefully glided, each going their own way. I watched her until she faded from sight, giving one last roar of love.
*When I landed at the domain there was pandemonium. The great portals were open and smoke drifted out. Oh, just absolutely friggen great! What the HELL else could go wrong. I hadn't thought I'd done THAT much damage! *
"Seeker, called the Imp guards as I touched down, what happened!?! Was it an angelic attack? No one knows what happened!"
"I have no idea." I lied, better and better I thought. I am SO hosed.
As I walked down the tunnels repair crews and firefighters ran past, overseers bellowing orders and Imps and animals bleated and squealed in fear. I tried to slink into the office unnoticed in all the mayhem, but when you're a red & black dragon the size of a car it's kind of hard. So of course I was immediately noticed. My Mistress was on the phone screaming at somebody; she thinks that's how you're supposed to talk on a phone, and I could hear them screaming back. She waved at me, and pointed at a spot by her chair. With a resigned hiss I slithered over to her with my head down and my belly on the floor. This is gonna hurt, I thought.
"Mistress, it wasn't my....", I started to say, but she waved at me with a 'shut-up' gesture, so I shut up, and sat down to await my fate, doing my best to look pitiful and contrite. I've had lots of practice, usually doesn't help much though.
*"What? Screamed Vulva into the phone, NO, I have NO idea. No, no sign of Angels or other Heavenly forces. Black you say, hisss, how many? They lost them over the great desert? Could it have been a takeover move? Yes, HISSS, you're right, who would want to take over Level #9 anyway! WHAT? HISSSS, YES, I'll let you know if I see anything!" *
With a final "HIISSSS, RAAARGH!" Vulva hung up the phone. Then she turned and; narrowing her eyes, looked at Pet. He looked back at her with his 'I'm innocent, and I didn't do nuthin.' look.
Vulva hissed softly in her 'don't fuck with me' voice, and asked "Pet, do you know anything about a, hissss, large explosion in Level #9?"
I can't lie to My Mistress, I just can't. So I hung my head, and replied, "I'm sorry Mistress, it was an accident! There was this really gross thing I saw, and it made be urp and some flame shot out, and well, hissss, snort, the situation kind of, um..blew up in my face, and Lydia's too."
Vulva closed her eyes, and thought, why me? She looked at him again and he looked wretched, and she could tell he really was sorry. He never meant to do the things he did, they just happened. Leaning over she lifted up his head and held it in her lap.
*"Oh Pet, you really, hiss, did it this time. We may be at war with Heaven if some idiot retaliates against them. Half the big wigs think it was an Angelic, hiss, sneak attack, the morons. I mean, hisss, why would they attack Level #9??" *
I was shocked; I hadn't been thrown through the wall yet! I pressed my head against her lovely breasts and crooned my love for My Mistress. She is so good to me, and I don't deserve it. She rubbed and scratched my snout and I wailed for forgiveness.
Vulva was worried, this was serious. It was one thing to burn down a castle and sink a ship or two, but to blow up a whole Level of Hell? Of course, she realized it was at least partially her fault, she had been too busy to think about what sending a fire demon to Level #9 might do. Methane and fire demons did not mix well. There was sure to be an investigation, and "justice" in Hell was swift, and the punishment brutal. She shuddered to think of her Pet in Hell's prison for demonkind. But the reports she'd been hearing confused her, all the bulletins said to be on the lookout for 'large black winged creatures', one even said 'a two headed monster'. She felt a stirring of hope. She lifted up her Pet's head and looked into his eyes, the flames of Hell flickering in their depths.
"Pet, this is very important, hissss, did you see any black winged creatures of any kind?"
"No Mistress, I sniffed and licked her muzzle, it was Lydia and me, we were covered in soot by the explosion."
Vulva gave a snort of amusement; that she would have liked to see! "Pet, if ANYone asks you ANYthing about this, just say you don't know anything and act stupid. Hiss. You're good at that."
"Yes Mistress" I replied, then said, "Hey, I'm not stupid!"
"Yes, I know Pet, Vulva said, but please, please, just act that way for me? I couldn't stand it if, hisss, anything happened to you. Hissss, I couldn't stand being alone again." And she realized she meant that, and hugged his large head.
I gave another soft wail as she hugged me, what did I do to deserve such a wonderful Mistress? I had no idea.
*Vulva sent a brief email to her brother Vulkrebs to tell him to keep Lydia around for awhile and tell her to not say anything about anything, and that she would explain later. She worded it very carefully so he would understand, but if anyone else read the email they wouldn't. She knew her brother well, and knew he'd know what she meant. *
On a more positive note the returns on the invitations had been coming in and attendance was going to be almost 100%, and probably more with all the gate crashers that would sneak in.
The next couple of days were wild and hectic, but gradually things returned to normal, more or less as "normal" could be in Vulva's domain. As reports came in it turned not to be as bad as originally thought, no demonkind had been destroyed; just a few hindquarters and a lot of dignity had been toasted. The physical damage was fairly light considering the size of the blast, and it actually did some good as a lot of vermin had been destroyed and long blocked and backed up sewage lines and been cleared, the plugs blown out of them. Of course some of the plugs had been blown up into other Levels, so there was a big; rather nasty, mess to clean up. No trace of the 'large black two headed creature, or creatures' was ever found, they were last seen by a patrol of the IFL over the great desert, but have never been seen since, and it remains a mystery to date.
** The End**
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