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Part IV
Diana
The woman’s scream echoed around the chamber, bouncing off the stone walls in a long undulating note of suffering before lapsing into silence.
Belyllioth eyed the long red scar where the hook had gouged the flesh of the Amazon’s leg, halfway between her waist and her knee. The fiery heating of the metal meant there was less blood, but the ragged three-inch gash still oozed red, the skin mottled and blistered by the searing contact of the curved metal tool.
It had taken over an hour to wrench that first true sound of pain from her subject, and the demon general was sweating almost as much as the bound Princess. She licked her orange lips, savouring the sight of the mortal woman’s body adorned in blood and scars. As a demon, she appreciated the pleasure of inflicting pain on others, and as a female of her species she was able to admire the sensual appeal of the Amazon’s body in a way more subtle than the brutal lusts of her male counterparts. The view of this woman suffering under duress was a potent combination, and Belyllioth let is warm glow course through her own nubile figure.
‘So beautiful,’ the demoness said softly, reaching up to stroke the bound heroines’ long black hair. ‘You are a joy for me to torture, Amazon, even more than the whore Artemis.’
‘I thought…you and Artemis…were friends,’ Diana said in a strained voice. The gift of the goddess Demeter that granted her the strength from the Earth allowed her body to heal more swiftly than that of a normal woman, but even she could not lightly put aside the physical damage of the hellish instuments; or the accompanying anguish these creatures were doing to her.
‘Allies,’ Belyllioth corrected. ‘Now. But when we were both consorts of the same master he would sometimes amuse himself by having one of us taken to his torture chamber and the other work to make her scream in purest agony. Then we would have to trade places. The one who did the best job of making her victim suffer would earn the right to receive Dalkrigg-Hath’s cock while the loser would watch from whatever pain device he found most entertaining at the time.’ The princess of hell smiled wickedly. ‘Did Artemis never tell you this?’
Diana’s blue eyes showed the tiniest flicker of uncertainty. ‘I did not see the need…to inquire…her doings in the Underworld,’ she replied.
Belyllioth smiled wickedly. ‘Or perhaps you did not wish to hear what your Amazon sister would stoop to; the acts of vile cruelty and degradation she was capable of. And Artemis was a most willing and attentive student in learning our ways. Only a week after her arrival she joined with me in licking the phallus of the demon prince while he watched an escaped slave girl raped by the castles hunting dogs, and then roasted over a slow fire.’
Diana closed her eyes, wishing desperately that she could say that she knew the words were lies. She had always known that as a member of the demon princes’ circle Artemis must have engaged in acts that she herself would find distasteful, if not vile, but she had pointedly avoided any inquiry into the matter. Diana had convinced herself that Artemis would never participate in acts of wanton evil, but she knew in her heart that for some participation and turning a blind eye were two different things.
‘I see your defence of your sister is somewhat less than zealous,’ Belyllioth gloated. ‘And after you were willing to brave the torments of hell for her, too. How disappointing for you. Well, let’s see how bravely you fare against that ordeal when your red haired saviour isn’t on hand to rescue you.’
The demon lifted the iron once more, and smoke rose lazily from the red hot metal as it drew near to the heroines’ perfect skin. Diana flexed some of the most powerful muscles on Earth immediately as she felt the heat of the fire in the bowl, but as before her power seemed to have deserted her. Her liquid blue eyes fixed the two demons flanking her. The creatures chortled and the glowing hook edged closer, brushing her outer thigh - a faint hissing sound came to her ears as she felt her skin seared by the torture tools caress and instantly pain blazed through her again. Her full lips tightened, pressed hard together to stop a fresh outcry as her eyes narrowed in defiance. Belyllioth melted back into the shadows, the darkness flowing over her body so that only her gleaming eyes could be seen as she watched the scene intently.
‘Well, tough Amazon Princess, that is enough time for talking and resting,’ her voice from the dark spoke softly. ‘Let us begin your appreciation of our culture in earnest!’
Diana wet her lips, shaking her black hair from her eyes. She looked at the demons where they were again preparing the hooks and other implements to having the sick fun with her. She could do nothing against to prevent them, or against the reactions of her body as she noticed with anger that her nipples standing straight, her flesh goose pimpled in dreadful anticipation. Her chest rose and fell as she dragged air into her lungs, the stake creaking as she fought uselessly to free herself and fight back.
‘That’s it, my Amazon , go on with your struggling,’ the demoness whispered from the shadows. ‘Give us the pleasure about watching your body in motion for a while.’
Diana's eyes blazed with indignation but her attention was instantly diverted to the demons again as they stepped closer, ready to once more test their skill and cruelty against her perfect physique and matchless courage. Sweat began to dripping from her fabulous body , glistening in the twilight of the chamber.
‘Which part of her should feel the heat first?’ the voice of one of the creatures chuckled.
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