Underworld of the Chevaan

Underworld of the Chevaan

Chapter III

Welcome

Satyra came to wakefulness slowly. She remembered vague and disjointed images of Conine and the red-skinned demoness with her beautiful but evil face, and her cruel but skillful hands on her body. There were broken flashes of a dead Roman, and then a terrible roar and a rush of flame.

With the memory of the wagon torn apart by the terrible explosion Satyra blinked and come fully awake. There was no sign of the wagon, or the forest, or the Romans, or even Sadiste. She was lying on a rough stone floor in a small cavern.

Satyra sat up, running her fingers through her long curling red hair. She was still nude, but that in itself held no discomfort for the Chevaan priestess. Her people were at ease with their bodies and not balked by going without clothing. Nor, like the Roman's, did they need to disguise their need to express their natural urges with formalized orgies and elaborate sexual rituals. To a Chevaan woman nakedness was not something either to be ashamed of or gloried in – it was simply another aspect of the fullness of their being. Only the perverse attention of the Roman invaders, who used the stripping of a woman's clothing to signify their domination of her freedom to choose, made nudity a kind of punishment.

Looking about Satyra could see no obvious signs of exit from the cavern. The light came from three flames that rose up from the stone walls in what seemed to be natural fissures in the rock. She supposed there must be ways for air to get in, for she knew well that fire would not burn long in a closed space, but she could see no sign of how. The air itself made her nose wrinkle – it was laced with a sulphurous stench that left her throat feeling dry as she breathed. There was a dull rumble that went on endlessly around her, throbbing in the air and making the stone beneath her feet and buttocks quiver gently.

The satyr woman stretched tentatively, extending her long legs and testing to see if her muscles had recovered from the cruel restraint of the Roman stocks. She felt a little stiff, but otherwise unharmed. She grasped her elbows with her opposite hands and pulled her arms across her full breasts, working the muscles in her upper limbs and her back and shoulders.

After a few moments she stood up. She ran her hands over the walls of her prison – the rock felt coarse, and warm. Her hands did not find any source of exit any easier than her eyes had done. She narrowed her emerald eyes in frustration, turning in a slow circle.
Sadiste's words in the wagon regarding her master were running through her mind.

"If you can endure a number of…trials, without agreeing to serve him, you will be released…very painful ones, you may be sure…we specialize in torture in the Underworld, and I'm sure I can think up some very imaginative ones for such a brave beauty."

Satyra drew a long breath and wrapped her hands around her naked body. She wondered how long she would have to wait before they began.

***

Not far away, Sadiste sat in front of a bubbling pool in the rock floor, in whose depths the image of Satyra in her cavern-cell could be seen. The lovely prisoner stared about her listlessly, her mind clearly playing over what her captors had in store for her.

'She is delicious,' a deep baritone voice rumbled in the shadows behind the demoness. Sadiste did not turn to face the speaker, but felt the familiar thrill of excitement and terror that came from him addressing her. Around her the rocks quivered at the sound of that voice, as if they too were afraid of it. 'But I hope her beauty is not all that you have to offer me.'

Sadiste continued to stare at the image of the horned woman in the pool. One of her hands dipped into the liquid and made the picture of those curling rams horns shimmer. 'Her connection to the goddess is as real as her beauty, Milord, I assure you.'

'Yes,' said the speaker. From the shadows two burning eyes became visible as their owner leaned toward the pool to more closely inspect the occupant of the cell. Sadiste could feel hot breath on her back and knew that her master was as excited by Satyra's physical loveliness as she was. 'But is her power sufficient to our needs.'

Sadiste turned and bowed her head, staring at the ground before her as she felt the great presence of her lord looming over her. 'What is thy bidding, my master,' she intoned formally.

The shadow moved slightly, giving the barest hind at the great size of the dweller within. When the speaker addressed her again, the red eyes never strayed from the naked woman shown in the pool. 'Test her with the slithering ones' he growled.

Sadiste did not lift her head, but she wet her lips with her tongue. 'Her mortal flesh has not yet been tempered,' she said. 'Such a test could be dangerous.'

The shadow-dweller growled again, and Sadiste felt a moment of intoxicating panic. She knew how carefully she must tread now. 'You are saying she may not survive?' the growling voice asked.

'No, milord – she will survive,' Sadiste said with confidence, but wondered herself if it were true. The mighty one was not renowned for his indulgence of timidity, but her reward now, having stated her case with such certainty, would be a truly terrifying thing. In hell, where every pleasure was underscored with some aspect of pain, true punishment was something that even the bravest trembled at.

In other words, there was pain, and then there was PAIN!

'Test her,' the voice commanded. The shadows retreated slightly and a hand the size of man's torso gestured at the image in the pool. 'Send the slithering ones.'

Sadiste bobbed her head deferentially and moved to do her masters will.

***

In the cavern Satyra had sat back once again moved to examine one of the stone walls when she heard a noise behind her a sound of stone grinding on stone. She whipped around to see a large fissure forming in the rock face opposite her, a crack that ran from the floor about halfway up the wall. Yellow vapor hissed from the crevice, warming the air.

As Satyra leaned forward to see better, a wedge shaped object appeared amid the fumes. It moves back and forth, the slid closer, penetrating the masking cloud as it entered the chamber.

The creature was like a serpent, but larger than any Satyra had ever seen. The head was a good six inches long, triangular, ridged above the glittering yellow eyes with small horns and bony protrusions. It struck Satyra as strange in appearance, since its head was longer than common in the serpent folk. Satyra had often employed the use of serpents in her spells and divinations, and so knew much of their ways, but this creature was wholly new to hear. Had she any experience with the crocodile of the Egypt far from her forest home she would have thought it more closely resembled those fearsome carnivores with its long nose and mouth, but the body that trailed behind the head was completely serpentine, as cable almost half a foot thick covered in shimmering green scales.

The reptile moved forward and hissed, tongue tasting the air. It fixed its unblinking eyes upon the naked woman and slid forward languidly, weaving from side to side as it approached.

Satyra backed up as far as the stone wall would permit, then turned suddenly as another fissure opened to her left with a sharp crack. More vapors rose out and began to coil about the roof as a second serpent dropped into the cavern. She could now see at least four feet of the bodied of each reptile and still no sign of a tail. Like its companion this creature immediately hissed at the red-headed priestess and began to inch forward.

Satyra fought to fight a rising panic as the beasts closed in. She feared no natural animal, but even one far less tutored than she would have sensed the un naturalness of these serpents. Where common snakes would act on instincts such a hunger or fear, Satyra felt these were driven solely by some terrible malevolence. She edged further around the wall, trying to keep an equal distance from the snakes as they approached from either side.

When the third fissure opened it did so with such suddenness that Satyra had no time to react before she felt the scorching yellow steam scalding her shoulder. She cried out in pain and staggered forward, but not fast enough to prevent a new snake darting our and coiling a loop around her forearm.

The creature raised its head to hiss at her, but Satyra did not flinch. Without hesitating she brought her right hand over and grabbed the reptile just below the head, where the throat of a mammal would be. With a ferocity that would have startled her lover Conine she squeezed, grinding her thumb deep into the beast's scaly skin as it thrashed furiously. Satyra's green eyes narrowed as her full mouth twisted into an angry snarl, her grip tightening and her fingers gouged into the flesh and dark blood ran down from her hand onto the stone floor.

Satyra snarled contemptuously as she flung the carcass from her, only to have one of the other two beasts lunge about one of her long legs. She seized it with both hands, wrestling it loose as she held it in a crushing grip. Her eyes flared with an angry green light as she fought and her man of red hair whipped about her face and curling ivory horns. Faced with this desperate struggle, weakened from her previous ordeals, and knowing that her assailants were not natural beings but creatures of darkness she no longer struggled to control her wilder nature as she had done in the forest at the hands of the Roman soldiers. She met savagery with savagery.

Against the two beasts that remained she might have triumphed, her hands dealing bloody death at a grasp, but even as she dispatched the second with a viscous wrench that shattered the monsters spine, a half dozen more creatures came hissing into the room by the still open fissures, darting towards the struggling girl.

***

In front of the pool Sadiste watched the serpentine horrors swarming about the embattled Chevaan beauty, coiling about her faster than she could slay them. Despite her futile struggle she continued to fight on.

'Strong indeed,' came the rumble of her master, and Sadiste smiled in pleasure at the small praise. 'A wild one, this, Sadiste.'

'Are you sure you can tame her,' asked another voice, a feminine one this time.

Sadiste looked up from the pool to see another woman approaching. She was naked but for a gold chain about her throat, and her body was slim and smooth, with generously rounded breasts and slender hips. Her hair, like Sadiste's, was shining black, but where the formers was straight, the newcomers was thickly curling as it fell down her back almost to her waist and settled on her shoulders. Her two horns sprouted from above her eyes and grew straight out to either side of her head, their ends curling up slightly level with her shoulders. While Sadiste's skin was crimson red, the other woman's was a pale, opalescent blue, except for her nipples, which were deep purple. Not a single hair adorned her below the brows of her yellow eyes, and the violet inner lips of her womanhood peaked delicately from her fleshy labia.

'Ah, Zaraeth,' rumbled the voice in the shadows. 'You know Sadiste, of course.'

Zaraeth nodded to the speaker and turned back to Sadiste. Her lips were a darker shade of blue and turned up in a slightly mocking smile. 'Sadiste, I see you still insist on visiting the mortal world, instead of attending more important duties for our master here.'

'Your efforts as chief whore for his lordships' thralls are appreciated by us all,' Sadiste replied. 'It allows those of us with skills beyond our crotch to work unhindered.'

Zaraeth's smile became dangerous, but the laughter of the one behind them prevented the blue demoness from replying. 'Your hatred never ceases to amuse me,' he said to both she-devils. 'Rest assured, Zaraeth, if Sadiste fails in this attempt you shall help lift my spirits by planning some particularly vile experience for her.' Zaraeth smiled and bowed appreciatively. 'On the other hand,' continued the speaker, 'if she is successful I may reward her by making you her personal slave. I am sure she would make excellent use of your delectable form.'

Zaraeth paled a little at that, and Sadiste lifted her head proudly. The red demoness knew that her rivals scheming rarely went beyond her next fuck, and looked forward to the chance to show her what a truly devious mind could come up with for an enemy.

'In the meantime,' the speaker went on, 'you may come and sit by me and watch the testing of the half-satyr pussy. I can think of a better use for that pretty mouth than trading barbs with Sadiste.'

Zaraeth shot a look at Sadiste to say how valued her services were, then stepped with swaying into the shadows surrounding their Lord, wetting her full lips as she raised one hand to cup her breast. Sadiste watched her disappear into the darkness then turned back to the pool as the blue demoness gave a throaty moan that was echoed in the shadows by a growl of pleasure.

***

In the cavern, the sheer numbers of her assailants had finally subdued the ram-horned Chevaan spitfire.

Satyra lay pinned under a squirming mound of serpents. At least a dozen of the vile creatures helped restrain her as she struggled, the black blood from the four she had killed with her bare hands staining her arms and body.

Satyra glared furiously at the beasts pinning her, straining for freedom with every ounce of her prodigious strength. The sheer weight of the monsters coiled about her arms, legs and torso would have been enough to pin an ordinary woman, but the small victory of her being able to shift the mass of reptilian bodies even fractionally was of no comfort to the subdued red-head.

The snakes hissed triumphantly, and slowly Satyra's struggling ebbed. She did not surrender herself to the inevitable, but rather fought to calm herself to conserve her strength. It was clear she would not win this fight. Better to save her energy for when she could make a difference.

If such a time came, a thought ran through her head. As the snakes bodies slithered around to encompass her in their muscular grip Satyra knew that there was a chance no opportunity would come – that the beasts would kill and devour her like any captured prey. The thought almost overwhelmed with fear, but she resisted the urge to yield to panic. Sadiste had brought her hear for a reason. If it was to die, even to die in pain, she could have left Satyra with the Roman's. The Chevaan clung desperately to the thought that Sadiste and her master needed her alive.

Goddess grant me strength to endure this trial, she prayed fervently.

Satyra drew a shuddering breath, made difficult by the creatures coiled around her chest. The mass of cable-like bodies criss-crossed her form, leaving only patches of her bronze skin visible beneath the differing shades of green scales. Four beasts held her arms and legs askew as the serpents protruded from the fissures that had opened, the wedge shaped heads level with her shoulders and thighs. Two more had cast themselves about her upper body, crossing over between her shoulder and neck and constricting around her full breasts, making the fleshy mounds bulge where the serpentine bodies were squashing her ample chest.

Satyra felt something between her legs and glanced down. Another snake was just sliding between around from behind her between her splayed legs, its vile body sliding over the ridge of her pubic mound and though the coppery hair above. The creatures tongue flicked out to taste the sweat forming on the plain of her abdomen. As it traveled up her body, its jaws opened wide and within its gaping maw the Chevaan saw lines of sharp teeth protruding form the creatures jaw at mismatched angles. From the wicked curving points oozed a viscous, purplish liquid.

Some of the venom dripped from the beast's mouth onto Satyra's flat belly. Instantly the spot where it landed flared with stinging pain, as if she had been stung by not one but a dozen angry wasps. Satyra gasped and again tried to squirm free, but the multitude of serpents wrapped tight around her held her fast. Then another snake slithered around her throat and drew its coiled tight, so that her head was forced up and back and she could no longer see what the monsters were doing with her helpless young body.

***

Watching from the pool Sadiste screened out the low growls and the sounds of diligent slurping behind her as Satyra ay helpless among the slithering ones.

Their prey immobilized, the serpents took their time and inspected the curvaceous meat trapped before them. The woman's warm body made them more active as its heat rose through the thin soft flesh of the woman and was absorbed by their own reptilian forms. They pulled their loops tighter, biting into her flesh a little with their abrasive scales and enjoying, in their primordial way, the feel of the she-creature wriggling in their clutches. Unlike common animals they were not merely motivated by hunger. Creatures of the Underworld, like all their kind they consumed, not on meat or drink, but the anguish, fear and suffering of their victims.

Sadiste smiled and let her own hand travel around the curve of her breast as Zaraeth had done. She flicked her nipple, teasing it to hardness. The demoness knew well the true nature of the creatures binding Satyra, and was very much looking forward to the lovely Chevaan learning of it to.

***

Satyra struggled for breath as the snake around her throat tightened its hold. She could feel the reptile's muscles undulating across her smooth skin as they held her in their grip.

Abruptly, one of the creature's heads loomed up before her, only inches form her own face. The cold eyes stared into her own, showing not the least sign of compassions; only a greedy hunger. The snake opened its mouth and hissed at her, its breath foul in her face. The long pallid tongue flicked out and caressed her cheek as she tried to pull back from the monsters.

The snake dipped its head again, and Satyra fought with all her strength to follow its progress at is moved down her body. It hovered near her breast and she fought to keep form crying out in frustration. Then in moved lower, past the hissing heads of its counterparts, until it was level with her thighs where they were being held apart.

Satyra drew in a shuddering breath. The creature paused, venom dripping from its jaws.

The woman closed her eyes.

With a lightning move the serpent lunged forward, mouth agape sink its fangs into the flesh on either side of the woman's leg.

Satyra gave a gurgling scream as the serpent's teeth punctured her skin, the powerful jaws of the beast driving them deep into her thigh it enclosed her leg in a vice like grip. The sting of the sharp teeth was almost instantly replaced by the hot burning anguish of the monster's venom being pumped into the wound. She screamed again, louder this time, and her body stiffened in the grip of the other snakes. The acid touch on her belly earlier had been as nothing compared to the feel of having the toxic liquid injected into her veins, filling her whole leg with a terrible, searing agony. She bucked in the serpents' grip, pain lending her fresh strength, while the beasts hissed as if in appreciation of her renewed efforts to resist them.

Satyra closed her eyes tight and clenched her teeth a pain in her leg grew and grew. It felt as if molten iron had been poured inside her, setting a fire in her flesh that left her twisting helplessly in the grasp of the serpents. The pain ran down past her knee, through her calf and down to her toes, making the muscles cramp and seize. It flowed up to her hip and suffused the joints with its terrible heat. It spread beyond her hips, through her pelvis…

Suddenly Satrya's eyes flew wide again, a look of sudden awareness and terrible fear on her lovely face. Where the venom touched the intimate regions between her legs, the pain became even more agonizing. But worse, the awful heat that seemed to suddenly erupt between her legs filled the nerves of that most sensitive flesh with such stimulation that she felt her vagina clench tight, spasming as the muscles in her legs had done, but much more terribly. For the anguish of this contraction was mixed by some vile means with a kind of horrible pleasure. The hot tense excitement that the priestess had known since the first nights when she lay in her bed touching her changing teenage body, discovering its areas of arousal and blooming sexuality, was now amplified horrifically by the pain of the serpents venom entering her from within, boiling the blood in her labia, her cleft, her cervix.

Her clit.

As the disgusting liquid brushed the nerve centre of her sex with its awful kiss Satyra gave a terrible moaning scream, her whole beautiful body heaving in the snakes folds as she was carried away on a wave of pleasure that was pain. She convulsed powerfully, her red mouth open wide and stars exploding behind the long lashes of eyes as the energy of her torturous climax released itself.

As her back arched and her limbs quivered and stiffened, the serpents about her reacted as well, hissing loudly and fighting to tighten their grip. To the fiery explosion within her sex Satyra felt added the bone grinding grip of the reptiles as they coiled more closely around her, so tightly that she it felt as if she were being squeezed to death in bands of living steel. The pressure on her chest and ribs became a crushing force, her innards feeling as if they were being slowly squashed. The muscles of her arms and legs were ground mercilessly against the harder bone beneath. Her tender breasts were twisted and mauled by the snake's bodies across them pulling tighter, dragging the fleshy mounds with them as they simultaneously wrenched and crushed them. The demonic beast wrapped about her loins increased the pressure of its hold until it seemed her pelvis would shatter.

Abruptly, like a candle being doused, the orgasm wracking her body stopped. Satyra went limp in the snakes' coils, eyes fluttering and feeling utterly spent. She panted softly, trying to suck air into her lungs.

But though she no longer writhed in the throes of agony and delight, the serpents about her showed no inclination to loosen their grip. Their scaled bodies did not close any further about her, but neither did they relax back to their former position. As Satyra slowly fought to regain her senses after her ordeal she became aware of the awful, crushing force of the creatures, and how much harder it was now just to breath. The pressure on her abdomen made her feel sick, nauseous, and her ribs felt as if some might have been cracked during her struggles. The blood seemed to thunder in the vessels of the twisted fleshy peaks of her breasts.

Satyra let her head fall back, red hair sweeping the stone floor as she slowly became aware of the full terror of her hostess' plan.

***

'She understands,' said Sadiste, to no one in particular. The frantic sounds in the shadow behind her and the increased temp of the gurgling growls told her that the sight of Satyra's first pain filled climax had left the other watchers temporarily distracted.

Sadiste fondled her own breasts as she paid close attention to Satyra's bosom being mauled by the snakes. She knew by now that the clever young priestess was figuring out the full nature of her serpentine tormentors. The snakes venom brought terrible, poisonous agony, it was true, but also stimulated the sensual areas of their victims to the point of explosive sexual release; a pain-gasm, as it were. But the movements of the victim during such a release would cause the snakes to tighten their grip. Every time Satyra was made to cum, the snakes would crush her harder within their coils. The death of these creatures' victims would be as lingering and agonizing as it was humiliating.

Sadiste continued to watch the unfolding drama in the cavern and allowed herself the pleasure of letting her hand stray down beneath her loin-cloth, rubbing herself softly. She knew the rubbing against Satyra's copper haired pussy would be much less pleasant.

***

Amid the coils of the serpents Satyra fought to maintain her composure as she felt one of the reptile's heads moving again, the icy tongue flicking across her skin as it moved about her body. She knew that matter what happened, she must not allow herself to move and increase the snakes' constriction any further.

Another woman might have reasoned that it would be better, or least less painful, to move and encourage the monsters to end her suffering quickly. But Satyra was a Chevaan. While she might not have been a warrior of that sisterhood, as Conine was, she lacked none of their proud spirit or courage. Even in the face of certain death she would not easily give in to despair. Like all her sisters she would resist with every ounce of her strength and willpower.

The creature moved languidly down around her thigh, nuzzling the angry red punctures where its companion's fangs had bitten deep. It did not linger there, however, as if keen to inflict pain on some new and un-tasted part of its gorgeous victim. It circled around, hissing softly, coming up behind the bronze skinned priestess.

Satyra felt the evil tongue dancing across the sensitive cleft in her buttocks and closed her eyes in dreadful anticipation.

The strike was quick and brutal, as before, the shifting of the demonic reptile's weight providing only a split second warning. Then the jaws were clamped about the curve of ass cheek as the beasts teeth were driven powerfully into her rump.

Satyra stiffened instinctively and clamped her teeth around a scream, but held herself rock steady as she felt the scorching venom fill her ass with fire. She groaned as the heat raced within her mortal flesh, making it feel as though her firm behind had been scourge with metal barbs and doused with salt. The pain spread through her lower body, and she let out a whimpering sob as she felt it reach the sensitive spot between her anus and the lower extremity of her vagina. She trembled with the effort of staying unmoving as the flames in her flesh reached that most vulnerable area again, this time circulating up from below, first through her outer lips, then penetrating within. She bit her lip and held her breath as once more the hellish fire ignited within her tenderness, suffusing her with yet another pain-filled climax. For over a minute she groaned and sobbed through the awful pleasure that tortured her body, every muscle rigid as she held her sweaty form immobile.

Then the pain/pleasure was gone, leaving her again drained. She made herself breath and relaxed slowly. The venom had spent its fury, but the serpents had not tightened their clutch.

About her she felt the snakes shifting their grip, and hissing to one another. She opened her eyes and saw several of the beasts had moved their heads to inspect her lovely face. She met their evil gaze levelly and without fear.

Her defiance seemed to goad the monsters, and they made sounds of anger and frustration. One darted forward and she pulled back instinctively as it stopped within an inch of her face, jaws wide and threatening.

The snake hovered there, staring into her eyes, then slowly moved back. It stared at her a moment longer, then raised itself up. Satyra could feel the muscles of its body flexing and undulating against her back and stomach to support its shifting weight.

The creature reared back further still and plunged forward, sinking its teeth into her shoulder.

***

Watching in the pool Sadiste felt the breath tighten in her chest as the serpent pumped its venom into Satyra's helpless body. She could see the pain in the lovely red-heads face and in the way her body trembled with the exertion on holding herself steady during the anguish of the poison flooding into her.

Satyra's mouth opened in another moan of pain, and the demoness quickened the movements of her fingers inside her pussy. She did not have the handsome Roman stud to fuck her now [she did not even permit herself to consider the idea of sharing the massive organ in the shadows behind her with that little slut Zaraeth] but the fact that she was watching the real violation of the busty young satyr-woman, and not some little man's fantasy, more than compensated for the lack of a cock to ride. Sadiste knew her body with millennia of experience and her fingers moved with deft surety within her quim, tickling and teasing.

With a wave of her free hand the demoness directed the pool to reveal to her the sobbing victims beautiful face. The look of pain etched on those lovely features between the two curling ivory horns made Sadiste pant with lust. She moved her fingers more quickly as that look transformed from agony to suppressed pleasure as the flaming liquid of the poison again made its way down into the priestesses own vagina, burrowing its way into her womanhood like lava melting though rock.

Sadiste's own pussy hummed with joy as she watched the play emotions across the priestess face. Pain, of course, and it had to be said that Satyra's natural exotic beauty became transcendent as she suffered, her large luminous eyes and full lips made brighter and more exquisite as they communicated the woman's anguish. But also mixed with the pain was the anger of her violation, the frustration laced with despair at her helplessness. The look of shame as the pain turned to unwanted sexual stimulation, the further anguish and growing desperation as she fought to deny the urges boiling in the depths of her femininity, radiating through her in waves. Watching the snakes twined about her, biting her, crushing her; these would show Sadiste the abuse of Satyra's legs, her full body, her round heavy breasts, her tender young slit. Watching her face allowed the demoness to pleasure herself with the rape of the girl soul.

In the pool Satyra's face showed the explosive moment of her climax, mouth open in a soundless cry as the agony washed through her. Sadiste's finger found her own clit and pinched it, rolling and bobbing gently on her haunches while feeling the blaze of her own orgasm. She kept her eyes glued to the image of Satyra's face staring out of the pool, eyelids fluttering as she came back to full awareness.

More growls and moans behind her told the demoness she was not alone in enjoying the captive Chevaan's latest cumming. She rode her own climax out and then smiled in satisfaction as she watched the spectacle in the pool continue; she knew that for both her and Satyra the next sexual crescendo would not be long in arriving.

***

Satyra felt the explosion in her loins fade and took a long sobbing breath. She hung almost completely exhausted in the twisting reptilian mass, feeling bruised and sticky with sweat. She wondered how long she would be able to hold out against the acid torture of the snake's venom. She felt at the end of her strength, barely able to open her eyes.

The creatures holding her had no intention of giving her time to recover. No sooner had the animal biting her shoulder disengage than another whose body wrapped around her midriff bit savagely at her side, the teeth gouging the abdominal oblique muscle that ran between her hips and lower rib-cage. Straight away the young woman was awash with the fiery sensation of the venom being injected, and her body tensed, trying to express its torment in movement while her will desperately sought to hold her body unmoving, knowing the crushing death that awaited her if she failed. Once again the poison made its way to her nether regions, filling her with excruciating heat, making her cum.

'Aaaahhh….goddess, no….no.' the words bubbled from her lips as she was ravaged by the climax, her mind ablaze with the sweet torture in her sex. She cried out again, a long wail of hopelessness as her strength ebbed further still, her resole cracking under the onslaught.

The snakes must have sensed her tiring too, for they squirmed in anticipation, not crushing her further but twisting her body as they held her in their knotted mass. Their movement stretched her limbs wide akimbo and bent her back at the waist so that her belly and innards were stretched taught while her squashed tit-flesh was thrust upward.

Satyra sobbed in defeat, opening her eyes to stare at the demon reptile glaring down at her. One of the snakes enfolding her chest moved so that her left tit was exposed, the pink nubbin made firm by the pressure around the boob. The snake's tongue lapped at that tender button as it took aim.

'Oh, no, please,' sobbed the red haired priestess. Her green eyes were wide with horror. 'No.'

The snakes hiss was like a cruel laugh as it plunged down, biting into her full tit savagely.

'AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE!' The scream burst form her lips as her breast was filled with molten agony. Her young tit was aflame, the firm flesh ripped apart by the toxin pumping into it. The pain slammed into her mind like a ball of white fire, burning away everything except the need to scream.

Satyra howled until she was hoarse with pain, struggling futilely to hold herself still. It was useless. The acid inside her mauled boob-crest left her bucking and heaving. She felt the serpents tightening about her but there was nothing she could do. The pain was overwhelming in that sensitive woman-flesh as the animals long jaws crushed the breast like a steel vice.

Even as she gibbered and screamed the venom flowed down inside her body and found her centre as before, the fire spreading to her pelvis and then the space between her legs.

Satyra's shriek became a mindless thing as the venom raced into her copper-crested pussy and set off a sexplosion inside her. She twisted violently in the snakes grasp as they made their grip ever tighter, the bones of her ribs feeling like they would implode at any moment. Her back was arched so far by pain and snakes that it seemed the vertebrae must shatter.

Satyra shook her head so that her red mane flew about her like a leaping fire and sobbed brokenly. The snake on her tit bit harder, pumping more poison into the abused flesh. 'No, damn you. DAMN YOU!!! ARRRGGGHHHH!!!!' The pain raced through her again, and again she came hard, reduced to unthinking thing of sex and suffering. Her pelvis pumped hard against the snakes' coils between her legs, seeking any means to express the fuck-fire burning in her quim. She hauled against the grip of the serpents, succeeding only in wrenching one shoulder loose form its socket. She howled again and again while the coiling devils pulled her limbs into unnatural shaped, twisting the bones and ligaments to breaking point.

Satyra felt the hot blood flowing down the curve of her tit as the monster ripped at the flesh with its teeth. Others were doing likewise now, mauling her wrist and legs, pushing more venom into her. Her heart was like a wild bull thundering inside her chest and her head felt like it would burst from the pressure behind her eyes, and Satyra knew that at any moment she would die. Die in pain, and in disgrace, fucking herself to death while the demons holding her ripped her apart, eating her alive. Tears flowed in rivers from her wide staring eyes as she screamed over and over, praying for death to claim her.

Her body was suddenly twisted violently forward so she doubled at the waist, staring down at her lap. The largest reptile was poised in front of her crotch where her legs had been haled back past 90 degrees, leaving her pink pussy splayed and open.

***

In the pool the Chevaan's eyes flew wide as the serpent darted forward, biting her cunt.

Sadiste screamed out loud herself as Satyra screeched inhumanely, the snake's teeth mauling her labia. The reptile flicked the punctured meat apart and delved deeper, using its fangs of that long mouth on the inner lips while its tongue raced into the girl's fuck-channel.

Satyra's muffled screams mingled with those of her audience as Sadiste fucked herself frantically, her hand a blur of movement in around her red pussy. She kneeled over the pool supporting herself with one arm while she watched the bestial rape of the gorgeous prisoner. In the image, Satyra was writhing in sexual abandon as the venom made her reveal her pain in the most erotic and dehumanizing way possible, climaxing over and over while she was brutally violated and tortured. For two minutes the image of the gorgeous Chevaan showed her exquisite body contorting in the grasp of the reptiles as they squeezed and stretched and tore at her with their fangs. Her body bucked up and down like that of wild mare being broken by its captors, and her bloodied tits danced on either side of the coils grinding them into meat. The snakes' fangs pierced her arms, long legs, ass and feet. The venom flowing through her made the woman scream until her mind could no longer endure the pain and sex-energy ripping though it.

Then she collapsed, motionless. The snakes let her fall from their coils, her lovely body covered in bruises and blood from the hideous bite marks covering her from the neck down.

Sadiste allowed her won hand to slow, trembling and opening her eyes slowly. She saw Zaraeth stepping around from behind her and falling to her knees a short way off, her face and lower body slick with a thick, noisome fluid. The blue demoness looked almost as physically spent as the prisoner in the imaging pool.

'Does she live,' came the rumbling question from the shadows. If the speaker was in any way spent by his exertions while watching the testing, it didn't revel itself in his voice.

Sadiste blinked nervously as she caused the pool to draw closer to the face of the Chevaan prisoner. The snakes hovered about her, but knew to let the woman be until their masters decided whether or not they would truly feed.

For an anxious moment Sadiste studied the priestess intently. Finally she smiled triumphantly and announced, 'She lives.'

Zaraeth raised her head to stare at Sadiste in disbelief, and even the red demoness had to admit she was surprised. The testing had been particularly brutal, and Sadiste knew no ordinary mortal woman, not even a physical paragon like the warrior Conine, could have survived such treatment. The look in Zaraeth's eyes told Sadiste all she needed to know about the source of the serpents' savagery, and she swore she would have her revenge for the threat to her plans soon. Outwardly though, she merely smiled smugly and stood to turn towards her master, eyes downcast.

'What is thy bidding, my master,' she asked as she had before, but her voice now carried a note of victory.

'See to her injuries and have her properly prepared,' came the reply. In the void-black shadows, the two red eyes blazed suddenly. 'Then bring her to me.'