Horns & Halos CH4
#4 of Horns & Halos
CH4 of Horns & Halos.
Nisha struggled as she and her sister were trussed up like hunted game and laid in a market stall in an infernal market in one of the lower planes.
She looked about the dark and dismal street as fiends of every stripe meandered about, buying and selling souls, as well as practicing other infernal trades.
"Well well well, what have we here?", a soft, feminine voice above her spoke.
Nisha and Arken looked up in fear, seeing a half-fiend drow looking down them, a lustful expression on her face.
"It's not every day one sees such a pretty beastbrood for sale.", the winged elf chuckled evilly as she slide her hand under Nisha's striped breasts and down her belly. "Ooh, it seems you have a little something extra girl."
The young tiefling shuddered as the half-fiend gently stroked her cock and pussy with her claws, unwilling arousal stiffing the tiefling's cock.
"Mmph...mph.", Nisha protested weakly, her words muffled by the leather strip that the demon had gagged her with.
Slap!
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"MMMPH!", the young herm squealed as the drow slapped her hard on her ass.
"Now now girl...", the half-fiend chided. "...is that anyway to treat a prospective owner in a place like this?"
The drow ungagged her, lifting her chin up with a talon.
"So what's your name pretty little thing?", the drow asked, running a talon through her black-and-blue striped hair.
"N-Nisha.", the terrified tiefling answered, her voice quaking.
"How old are you?", the drow asked, fondling the tiefling's long, prehensile tail.
"S-sixty.", Nisha answered, shaking fearfully as the half-fiend felt up her body lustfully.
"Ooh barely legal.", the drow chuckled, petting the herm gently. "What do you want for her?"
"500 pieces of gold.", the horned demon rumbled.
"Done.", the drow replied, handing the demon a bar of platinum.
"Wait wait...", Nisha began as her new owner pulled a muzzle out of her bag and prepared to fit it over her head.
"Hmmm...defiance this early...", the half-fiend mused, drawing a heavy crop from the tattoo on her arm.
"N-no mistress...", Nisha stuttered, bowing her head in submission. "It's just my sister..."
The tiefling turned to look at Arken as she lay bound beside her, terrified at the thought of leaving her here.
"Hmmmm.", the half-fiend said, muzzling Nisha before walking over to Arken.
The aasimar glared up at the evil outsider defiantly, earning her a hard rap across her face with the crop.
Arken for love of all that is holy, behave for her, _the tiefling shouted telepathic to her half-sister, silently thanking the gods the two of them had drank those strange fluids when they were younger. _She's likely our only way out of the hell-hole.
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Arken sighed as listened to her sibling, bowing her head in submission to the fiend.
"Well Nisha...", the half-fiend said, turning back towards her slave. "...I'll give you chance to show how much you want your sister."
The fiend turned Arken so her cunt was presented to them and unbound the tiefling.
"Beat her defiant little cunt until I ordered you to stop, and I'll buy her.", the half-fiend said, handing the little tiefling her crop.
Nisha took the weighted rod, looking down at the arcane symbols etched into the leather, surmising the weapon was probably magic.
_Sorry sister, _she apologized as rose the crop over her head and brought it down, hard.
Arken struggled to hold back tears as the weapon impacted with her cunt, sending waves of pain through her with each impact.
Tears filled Nisha's eyes as she whipped her elder sister, shame filling her with each blow.
The drow grinned as she watched her new slave beat her own half-sister with perverse pleasure.
_This is making me a bit peckish, _she thought, turning back towards the stall, seeing a bowl full of soul gems for sale.
"Hmm...", she said, selecting a brown one from the bowl. "Zaci...chaotic evil adept, a noteworthy soul."
"And your new slaves' mother.", the daemon vender said, grinning maliciously.
The drow smiled evilly and handed him a couple more bars of platinum.
"That should do Nisha.", she chuckled, taking her crop back from the tiefling. "I have bought her, and you'll bother belong to me."
"Thank you, thank you...mph.", the tiefling said before the half-fiend muzzled her and cuffing her hands behind, then unbinding Arken and likewise restraining her.
The two girls stood before their new owner, freezing in alarm as they noticed she was holding their mother's soul gem.
The drow grinned evilly and tossed the gem into her mouth.
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