The Devil’s Pact Hell Chronicles Chapter 5: The City of Brass by mypenname3000
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The Samurai tries to protect his three women while Brandon and his Queen conquer Lucifer’s domain. , The Devil’s Pact, The Hell Chronicles
Chapter Five: The City of Brass
Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!
The God-King – The Abyss
I strode through my new dominion, the brass oven of Lucifer. Once, we had all been chained to the Demon, roasting in his fires. But he had been defeated. And now I would claim his dominion. I was the God-King. I would rule hell. All shall bow before my majesty.
My new queen strode at my side, her hand resting on my arm. Emi was petite, her breasts budding mounds, her face full of innocence that belied her depraved passions. She burned with the same need to destroy Mark and his whore that I did.
I sensed almost a kindred spirit in her. Emi was not squeamish. She had no qualms in rewarding my warriors with her pets’ bodies. She grew wet at the sight of their rapes. Emi craved power. She lusted for it. Why did I even want Desiree back? She would never match this woman’s passion.
Desiree was Mark’s whore. He had fully corrupted her. Desiree turned against me the same way my first cunt of an ex-wife had. Desiree was the same as Maryanne. And one day, when Mark was vanquished and fell into hell, Desiree would pay for her betrayal along with her Master.
“What excites your thoughts, my husband?” purred Emi.
I glanced at her. Her dark, angular eyes bore into my thoughts. A smile curled her lips and she nodded her head in approval, her fingers tightening on my arm. Could she read my thoughts? Or was she just guessing?
“It will be wondrous to wreak vengeance on Mark and his followers,” Emi purred, an orgasmic heat in her voice. “Especially his brown-skinned whore that killed me.”
“Brown-skinned whore?” Then I laughed. “My wife killed you?”
“Wife?” she hissed, glaring at me. “That whore was your wife?”
“Desiree was mine before Mark stole her. He polluted her against me. Last time I saw her, she gloated at my downfall.”
“Then we shall make her pay, my love,” Emi purred.
Love. I very much doubted Emi loved me. But that was fine. I didn’t need love. We didn’t need that weak emotion. We had power. Ahead, my original servants guarded the favorites of my harem. Milly and Brenda had Hannah on the ground, molesting the young woman like I had ordered.
“No, no, no!” moaned Hannah as she writhed on the bed of the oven.
“You will serve him,” Milly hissed, pinching and pulling on the young woman’s small breasts.
“Just give in, sweetie,” Brenda purred, her large tits dangling as she knelt between Hannah’s thighs, her fingers stroking through the girl’s shaved pussy.
My cock throbbed at the sight.
“What is this?” Emi asked, her eyes widening and her nipples hardening. “What are they playing at?”
“Hannah refuses to worship me,” I growled. “And I want her.”
“Then you shall have her.” Emi released my arm and strode forward, her tight ass wiggling. It was a gorgeous ass.
“Who are you?” Milly demanded, her red hair flying about her head as she turned to look at Emi.
“Your Queen, cunt,” Emi hissed, backhanding Milly and knocking the feisty redhead to the brass ground.
Milly’s eyes flashed with rage, and she looked to me for confirmation. I nodded my head. “I…I’m sorry, my Queen,” Milly stammered. “I didn’t know.”
“Your insolence is forgiven this time, whore,” Emi said before looking down at Hannah. Emi put her foot on Hannah’s cheek, shoving her toe into the young woman’s mouth. “Cunt, you need to learn your place. You are a piece of flesh. An object to satiate my husband and me. That’s all your body is good for.”
Hannah spat out Emi’s toe. “Fuck you, bitch!”
Emi laughed. “She is spirited. Let me break her in for you, my husband.”
My cock was hard. I was eager to watch. I tugged on Milly’s chain, summoning the redhead to crawl to me. She obeyed, skirting around Hannah. She reached me, her hands stroking my cock, her tongue flicking across her lips.
“Do you want me to pleasure you, God-King?” Milly moaned.
I only nodded.
Her mouth engulfed my cock, her tongue sweet as she swirled about my tip. I seized her red hair, holding tight, and thrust my cock down her throat. Milly didn’t fight. She groaned, her throat working about my cock as my balls slammed into the depths of her mouth.
“You, cow-tits,” Emi snapped at Brenda. “Flip the cunt over onto her hands and knees.”
“Yes, my Queen,” Brenda panted, seizing the struggling Hannah.
Emi summoned the power we shared, just a drop, and conjured a strap-on dildo harnessed to her body. It was thick and black, covered in bumps. Emi stroked it like she had a real cock, her hips shifting as Hannah was forced to kneel.
Emi fell to her knees behind Hannah. “Will you submit to your Gods’ Justice?” Emi demanded. “Will you serve us? Or will we have to deliver punishment?”
“Fuck you, whore!” Hannah snarled. “I’m not going to serve you! I was a Goddess, too! I had worshipers back in Vermont! A whole town worshiped me before those bastards serving Mark killed me!”
“I’m so glad you said no,” Emi purred and buried her massive strap-on into Hannah’s ass.
The young woman screamed and sobbed as Emi pounded her asshole. My Queen showed no mercy. Her small breasts quavered as she pumped her hips. Her slim fingers held onto Hannah’s hips as she raped the girl’s bowels.
My cock swelled in Milly’s throat. “Punish her, my Queen,” I groaned, thrusting harder into Milly’s mouth.
“Please, stop!” screamed Hannah! “Please, please! It hurts!”
“It’s a punishment, cunt,” moaned Emi. “If it didn’t hurt, then you wouldn’t learn.”
My Queen threw back her head, her black hair flying. She fucked the young woman’s ass faster, pleasure contorting her face. Small gasps escaped Emi’s lips every time her dildo buried into Hannah’s bowels.
“Fuck the whore,” I hissed, my balls aching. “Rip her ass apart.”
“Yes, my love!” moaned Emi. She smacked Hannah’s ass. “Oh, yes! Take my big cock, cunt! You know you love it! This is what you wanted. This is why you resisted!”
“I hate it!” sobbed Hannah, tears streaming down her ruddy cheeks. “Please, please! Take it out! You’re killing me!”
“If you didn’t want me to rape your ass, you would have submitted to your Gods,” Emi hissed. “But instead, you chose to give me this wonderful pleasure. Keep resisting. I shall savor raping you for eternity.”
My cock erupted. This woman was magnificent. I wanted to worship her as my Queen, to bow before her cruel majesty. She slammed her dildo deep into the young woman’s ass, her back arching. I shuddered, the pleasure pouring out of me into Milly’s throat, my concubine drinking down the cum.
“I’ll submit!” Hannah moaned. “Please, just stop!”
“Then say it!” hissed Emi, her hips pistoning away. “Submit to our Justice! Be our whore!”
“I’m your whore!” screamed Hannah. “I submit to your Justice!”
The connection formed. Hannah was chained to us.
“Yes!” screamed Emi, her body quavering as her orgasm exploded through her depths. “Take our Justice! Take it!”