GATE: the clash of the titans V2

by Qun Nguyn1

Mostly AUs. A Gate has opened in Tokyo by a Roman-esque Empire, familiar scenario with familiar faces but the people marched through the Gate is from a vastly more powerful magic world. The stage is set. Earth Alliance vs The Holy Empire. Science vs Magic. The power of the thousand sun vs The Beast of the Apocalypse. Let the clash of Titans begin. Let the worlds have War.

26. Chapter 27: December 7th, 1941

Chapter 26 : Heavenly Gift

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Who will win! Well, you have to read it to know, haven't you ? Spoiler: That depend on who you ask, top politicians on both sides claim victory but civilian from the warzone will spit on your face if asked.

- Zzz. You are the one who has to watch that "because science" video again. Faster than light my ass! relativistic speed means moving near the speed of light.

-Guest107. Cyber warfare to fight against what ? The Holy Empire don't have computer or internet, at least in the traditional sense.

They use a magic combination of all four types of computer into some form of 'vat brain', with DNA, bacterial, neuronal and chemical computing elements working together to give a magic machine of truly vast computing power.

They also don't call it computer but Fountains.

Because the first computers developed from the fluidic technology of the Arithmetical Fountains and their descendants, in this world all computers regardless of their technology are known as Fountains, or sometimes simply Founts.

This latter term is also derived from their being perceived as 'Founts' of knowledge or wisdom.

- Overlordwarhammer2019. Denfense in Depth is more of a doctrine not a specific tactic so it isn't just a Soviet tactic in WW2.

I would argue that defence in depth should be a fundamental requirement of any military defence strategy and it is still possible today and will continue to be important into the foreseeable future.

Defence in depth is more than the WW1 notion of having a succession of trenches through which the enemy has to wade to achieve the sought for break through. Such a concept is hard to put into effect in a small island state like Taiwan but they still have defence in depth.

They create depth to their defence by having different overlapping systems that complicates the attack problem for any attacker.

Additionally depth can be added by having offensive air capabilities; or rather the ability to attack enemy supply lines, communication hubs, airfields etc. This forces your enemy to keep forces back to defend against your 'in depth' attacks.

This type of concept is applicable to any 'power' including those with large land masses to defend such as Russia, China, Australia Canada and the USA.

At the tactical level of warfare, western military doctrine still stresses having depth to any position down to the infantry platoon.

The Empire have 2 big advantages:

+ First is the size of the Empire. Planet Falmart has five times the Earth total surface area and 4 times the total dryland area.

+ Second is almost unlimited raw resource and cannon fodder. While the Empire can't pump out T-55 like sausage (Too Advanced), they can pump out a Million times more concrete than the Third Reich. So there will be shit ton of bunkers, tunnels and suicide bombers.

The true is, the Empire can't shoot down satellites unless very carefully planned. They contaminate low orbit with trillions of small pebbles painted black, in hope that no satellite can operate in that region for long.

UEAADF can only maintain air superiority over a specific area, not the entire planet because the empire's air force is very numerous. So they couldn't destroy all those space cannons, in addition these space cannons were poured into a well 284 m deep inside a rocky mountain, with a bore of 2.74 m. The whole structure is protected by a large 6 meter-thick "blast door" on top. Very hard to destroy.

Try to built a god-like robot to fight a demi-god is a waste of money, there is a reason we invented the wheel not walking machine. There are cheaper and more effective way to do it, like a hypersonic cruise missile with a nuke on tip.

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Minith Academy, New Miraculum, Falmart's Moon Oisin, 2069

Lady Lelei La Lalena the former Viscountess of Rurudo, was an interesting character. Not even 200 years old, quite young by falmartian standard, but she had already earned herself many names, The traitor of Rurudo, the Great Scribe, Rondels youngest Arch-Mage, the Cute Knowledge Fanatic, The Blue Witch of Lemuria.

Due to her closeness to the UEADF during the Great War, Lelei's image were tainted by nationalist views, even calling her a traitor, but more recent interpretation by the revisionists had seen her in a more positive light. She was a symbol of true Academic Neutrality, a True Sage who alway sought to solve all mysteries with knowledge. So she was commonly now knew as the President of the Imperial Astronomical Society, Margravine of New Miraculum and a visiting professor in the Minith Academy.

Being the second wives of a rich margrave allowed Lelei to purchase a rather expensive royal blue arch-mage robe, with light satin made of silver spider silk, decorated with golden trim and hand made tassels.

To be honest with herself, the low gravity enviroment in Oisin made it quite difficult to move around in this robes. She should buy a tighter uniform. Maybe a blue satin corset with a damask bustle skirt and a white ruffle Mirittanian blouse?

Today's lesson would be controversial, she needed to phrase her words carefully if she didn't want to be visited by the secret police. The Empire might becoming more liberal but they were still an autocratic monarchy, even in New Miraculum you didn't know who was reporting to the Oprichninas. Margravine or not, all imperial citizens must walk a fine line between acceptable criticism and unpatriotic slandering.

Lucky for her the Empire had no interested in rewrite history or censoring unfavorable events. It had a form of political realism, It basically argued that we must be willing to do immoral things for the greater national interest and there wasn't room for moral idealism in decision making but it must also be flexible and admit error, as the happiness of the state as a whole, including its people, was the essential thing.

"The duty of every imperial subjects is to ensure the survival of the Holy Empire," Lelei began her lecture with an old military slogan to introduce the subject of today lesson. She continued," the Empire is the sum of its people. One of our big advantage in the Great War is our vast pool of tough-minded citizens. But our falmartian physiology has a great weakness compared to the human race. Can anyone tell me what is it ?"

Lelei looked at her students and saw a shyly raised hand. It belongs to Prisca Livia Cornelia, the daughter of a high ranking female knight serving in the Rose Order of Knights (Equester Ordo Rosalia). Lelei knew her mother during the war. "Prisca, tell me."

"It's our growth rate, falmartian's physiology are superior to human in almost very aspect. We are stronger, faster, more flexible and agile live longer and have great potential with magic but the flip side is that we take a long time to mature. It generally took eighteen years for the human young to be able to be effective in combat, it took a century and a half for us to be the same."

"That's correct, while in theory a falmartian woman could give birth to 700 children in her lifetime, it will take at least a century for them to develop any significant fighting ability that mean we cannot replace our troops as fast as the human do. This can give the human a big long term advantage in a war of attrition."

"And that is the reason for the Lebensborn program, a quite controversial topic that has sparked a lot of heated debate in the Eternal Capital." Well, she herself certainly knows how sensitive this topic was, consider how many arguments she had with other colleagues.

The mood in the lecture hall was mixed, understandably so, considering half of the students here were young ladies, many of whom had to participate in the program for the sake of the Empire.

For the sake of the sacred Empire, Lelei clenching her fists. Many great sacrifice had been made for sake of the Empire. Personal selfishness had no place in this Empire. Every individual, whether commoner or noble, had to perform his duty to the Empire. Of course the Empire didn't mistreat those who serve it, but sometimes what it demands was was too great.

The heavy price that too many people were willing to pay. Of course they were willing to pay, how could they not ? From the moment they were born they were taught 10 clauses.

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1) Salvation only comes to good orthodoxian.

2) Good orthodoxian listen to their lords and follow their orders.

3) Good orthodoxian do not cry or show weakness. That is for the heretics.

4) Good orthodoxian bring honor to their family by going to war.

5) The Holy Empire is of the utmost importance. Good orthodoxian must do their duty to further the sacred Empire.

6) Family protects each other but sacrifices the weakest to remain strong.

7) Good orthodoxian must do what needs to be done for the greater good even at the cost of their integrity.

8) The Emperor protects all citizens and mourns every loss in the war.

9) The Emperor prunes sick branches excessively to keep the Empire healthy.

10) The Emperor heads the family and all subjects of Darwinia are his children.

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"With hindsight it is easy to say the program shouldn't go as far as it did. The war didn't last long as they thought it would be, but even the most ardent critics had to admit that the program was of great benefit to the post-war situation. Many clans would have gone extinct without the program. It's just an undeniable fact," Lelei remarked. "I'm sure many of you here already know that, considering how many adoptive siblings your family has to adopt during and after the War." Lelei of course, was referring to the massive adoption program for children born of the Lebensborn program. The number of children was so great that they were called generation L.

Most of the class nodded in agreement. Some even made complain about how hard it was to raise all of the generation L children, which wasn't surprising given that it wasn't uncommon for a wealthy family to be assigned to raise up to 15 Lebensborn children.

"Lebensborn actually isn't a novel ideal, the roots of it can be traced back to the Prime Minister of the former Europania Union Charles Maurras after the Third War of The North," Lelei explained.

"Maurras understood with the Treaty of Wienna and the union that created between the Holy Empire and The Northern Coalition meant that the Union would never stand a chance against Sadera in the future. After the war Europania Union's population was just under 760 million people as just over 10 million Union people had been lost in the war. Between the various new territories and Darwinian itself, Sadera had a population of just over 1700 million people.

"Then that wasn't counting the new personal union between the Holy Empire and the Grand Duchy of the Alyesko-Siberian. That was at least another 60 million people that Sadera could mobilize. Maurras knew he needed to redress this massive imbalance as Sadera had over double their population and unless drastic measures were taken that divide would grow even more.

"For the women and girls old enough to be carry a baby that were being rounded up, they were going into brothels to give Union soldiers free services. However, they were being careful to make sure the women they were giving this duty do did not have any STDs. If the women rounded up had STD they would be sent to the work camps.

"The same when for the soldiers who got these services. No because his goal was for these women to become pregnant so they could boost the population of the Union. Once they give birth the baby after the needed period with the mother would be shipped off to the orphanages of the Union so they also could be raised to be good Europania Men and Women. They would use those women and girls for as long as their bodies held up.

"Maurras knew this wasn't the long-term answer as this would only give them a shot in the arm. He needed to get the Europanian people to recommit to the battle of the bedroom. He was working on a series of laws to help to that in. He also had to do it in such a way to make sure these new children of Europania Union wouldn't turn to Nullists in the future."

The whole class was disgusted by Maurras actions. That was really fucked up. Europania Union tried to increase its population with... fucking sex trafficking.

"Maurras need a 90cm stake through his skull ASAP." Servius Pompeius Quintus, son of an important senator form the Capital said loudly.

Lelei glanced at the boy and shook her head and said. "Servius you should pay more attention to history. Spoiler, he did get a stake through his skull in the Union Civil War."

The whole class burst into laughter, before Lelei regained order.

"Lebensborn is, in many ways, more humane than what Maurras did, but it still quite fucked up, but it shows how desperate the Empire was to implementing a policy to replace the loss of war and outnumber the Earth nations. As I'm sure you all remember from your tests and your own memory, Lebensborn is the brainchild of two wizards Max Sollmann and DrGregor Ebner."

Marcellus, who was the head of the Lebensborn program ?

"Himmler Li Lebensborn, the Duke of Calasta, the program was named after him." Marcellus replied.

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"Crafted by ancient Kaminoan cloning magic within undersea temples, the 10,000 single-blooded of 10,000 women were created, identical in every way. Born from the blood of high-class courtesans from the city of Yiji, they were used in brothels to give soldiers free services. They are trained in the art of seduction and love making and are widely considered to be the best whores the Empire has ever created," Lelei changed from her usual monotone to a more sarcastic voice. "The Holy Empire, of course, didn't create them just to entertain soldiers."

"The dire situation of the War required our sacred Empire to draft every able-bodied to serve in the war effort, even the women and adolescents were no exception, so the Whores of Yiji were created to win the battle of the bedroom. Every male soldiers will mate with a Yiji whore before going to war to ensure he has a heir.

"Of course, everything was not that simple. Firstly due to mass cloning, the clones are of poor quality, in addition 10,000 sets of originals are a small gene pool mean their offspring will be vulnerable." Lelei paused for a moment, trying to find the right word.

Th...the solution was simple, using womb and egg harvested from living women.

Lelei could feel the mood in the room was getting uncomfortable, she also saw the humiliation on the face of many of her female student as she said.

Nothing surprise considering that many of her students had to join Lebensborn program. Of course, thanks to their super regeneration their womb and egg would regenerate in minute. But, it was humiliating to lie on the operating table and let the doctor cut your uterus and attach it to a whore clone.

Lelei needed to continue her lesson so she clapped her hands to get the class' attention.

"Lebensborn went further when Himmler authorized the selection of women with desirable traits, starting by sifting through the women arriving at the Polenlager. In 52034-'35, 50.000 women were used as clone template to create sows for the troops to impregnate.

The goal was to increase the Empire birth rate even further and to achieve the desired phenotype through breeding back. Deemed as a great success, the program was expanded radically during the later years of the War and even afterward.

By 52050, the number of clone in the program had increased to 200 million, leading to 200 million births every nine months, or 800 million every three years.

By the time the program ended, about 15 years later, by 52065, more than 6 billion children had been born as a result of Lebensborn on top of Darwinian's normal population growth."

Lebensborn was so controversial that it even caused a temporary schism within the Falmartian Orthodox Church between the worshipper of Miritta Goddess of Fertility and Deldort God of Covenants with the rest of the church. They argued that Lebensborn violated the sanctity of marriage, a life-long covenant and the purity and virtuousness of procreation. Some fanatic Miritta worshippers even bombed the Lebensborn centres. Some less extreme just refused to recognize the rights of generation L. The Emperor even had to give in and take away the inheritance rights of these children.

Emperor's study room, Undisclosed Subterranean Base, Terra Australis, 52030

Alone, Yoda of Arvala, the old halfling, Grandmaster of the Mystic Knights of the Illuminated Providence waited in the lavish stateroom, furnished in the northdic style, as he wondered why the Emperor had summoned him.

On the small precious stone table before him, a cold cup of tea waited. Since accepting his role as Propraetor, a Governor appointed by the Emperor, three hundred years ago, the Emperor had never sent a formal summons. Messages were either sent through herald, or more frequently, by magic phone. But this time, the situation was different.

The summons had arrived by mail and requested his presence at a subterranean base in Terra Australis to meet with the Emperor.

A Youxia held the door open, indicating he was expected. Yoda took a deep breath and tried to bury his unease. The Youxia nodded as he approached and Yoda's heart battered. With the exception of the Royal Family, the Youxia never responded to someone besides the Emperor. They were impassive unless ordered otherwise or responding to a threat.

The door shut, leaving him alone with the Emperor.

Eyes trained on the floor, Yoda knelt respectfully. Responding to an official summon was a serious business.

"You may rise, Yoda of Arvala," the Emperor said as he seated himself across from him.

Yoda stood, the armchairs to his side tempting him, but he wasn't a fool. He stood straight and kept his eyes respectfully lowered. "Have I displeased you, Your Majesty?"

The Mystic Knights of the Illuminated Providence had a strained relationship with the Holy Order of Eden due to its believes. Only thanks to the Emperor pardon that their organization was spared from dissolution, but in exchange they had to swear of allegiance to the Emperor.

"Have you given me a reason to be?" Molt asked, his voice deceptively calm.

I strive to fulfill your mandate," Yoda answered, sidestepping the treacherous question. There was no right answer.

"And you have. Every task I set forth, you completed satisfactorily. But now, I have a new mission for you."

"I will serve the best of my ability, Your Majesty."

"Good"

Yoda could feel flash of devious little smirk from the Emperor. This had to be some kind of trap. Yoda had the feeling he wouldn't like this mission.

"Come in"

Yoda turned around to look, horrified as he recognized the person entering was his old nemesis, General Grievous the commander of countless legions of undead constructs fielded by rogue vassal states backed by a kabal of necromancers, merchant princes, and banking guilds

General Grievous was once a living man, a warrior, desperate for more power, made a pact with necromancers and dark alchemists of the guild of "Sorcerers of the Iron rings." His flesh supplemented with dead tissue from great mythical beasts, even going so far as to graft additional limbs to his twisted frame.

His brain and heart encased in rune carved glass, preserved in alchemical oils. The rest of his organs removed, for they no longer served any purpose. Armor, wrought by dark science and magic, bolted to what remained.

Yet all that paled in comparison to what was done to his mind, his soul. Fragments, torn from the essence of warriors and generals of all creeds, fused into his being. Now he strides across countless battle fields, leading a host of undead monsters and flesh shaped beasts.

Not even the Mystic Knights could face him, for he fought with the strength of ten men, the skill of twenty, and the malice of a demon lord.

General Grievous stood imposing, his skeletal, multi-limbed bulk faceted with armor and bristling with swords. Each arm spun and worked independently of each other, carving deadly arcs in the air before him as he began to advance, his tattered cloak billowing. Menacing green mist streamed out from his eye sockets. The tendrils hovered and churned longer than they should have before they evaporated with his movement, only to be replaced by more enchanted steam.

Yoda, Grandmaster of the Mystic Knights held his ground before the advancing monstrosity. Too long had this bewitched general of metal and bone plagued the battlefields of the Empire. Too long had he slain the Mystic Knights, leaving their mangled bodies to writhe in his wake. This monster need to be stopped.

"Sir Yoda," General Grievous said, his voice guttural and primal. "What a surprise, who could have imagined that one day we would fight side by side!"

"Oh No, I don't think so, You Metallic Bastard" Yoda replied, bringing his hand and a half sword to bare, its blue glow bathing his face with a warm light. "You will pay for your crime against all the innocent you have killed."

"Yoda, You old Fool!"

Grievous attacked, a blur of movement from his upper limbs as he swung with an overhead strike, his short swords gleaming wickedly.

Yoda barely blocked the attack, raising his magic shield just in time. Green Sparks erupted with the impact, the smell of enchanted ozone filling the air.

Before their blade meet the second times a miniscule gap formed between them.

A deep masculine voice broke the silence.

"Blasphemy, How dare you fight in front of His Majesty."

A pair of strong arms appeared from where previously there was nothing, their fingers gently gripping the middle of Grievous and Yoda's swords.

As if it were sandwiched between a vise, the sword was immovable. The arms effortlessly lifted both swords along with the speechless Grievous and Yoda, gently separated the two fighting swordsmen, then placed them back on the ground.

Standing there was a huge man who looked more than forty years old.

On top of what looked like a white robe, he wore defensive gear of the lowest grade. Whether it was the orichalcum-colored long sword hanging from his waist or the arms extending from his sleeves, both were carved with a myriad of scars. He perfectly fitted the description of a hero.

The most powerful in the Round Table, Knight of One, Sir Arthur Pendragon.

"Why stop me, Sir Arthur! This monster needs to be destroyed…" Yoda objected.

"Only the Emperor can decide that, now put your swords away or face my judgment." Knight of One warned, his presence dominated the space.

"Please, forgive me for my transgressions, Your Majesty!" Yoda and Grievous kowtowed, asking for forgiveness, realizing how close they were to death.

Molt was amused with the sight. His authority was absolute.

"Now, about your mission Lord Yoda," Molt made a wicked smile. "The Sorcerers of the Iron Rings have promised me they would make an army of living metal, right General Grievous ?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, with enough funding the Sorcerers of the Iron Rings can make 15 Million Necrodermia warriors a month."

Necrodermia were golem-like inorganic magical constructs (basically magical robots) that possesses the extraordinary ability to regenerate almost all kinetic damage instantaneously, "flowing" back together as if it were a liquid while closing bullet holes, mending gashes and tears, or even reattaching severed pieces with little delay.

Of course there was a heavy price to pay.

"The ritual actually cost a small portion of the soul (hence why the leaders of the Iron Guild were so heartless), which was used to animate the metal. However, as nothing can live without a soul, this means that the metal absorbs the soul and uses it as it's own.

When you tried to imbue similar qualities of sentient beings through (in this case mass) rituals into living metal. There would be a habit of strange behaviors developing within these animated constructs after sometime.

Because they slowly but eventually develop into full fledged 'persons' and thus must be periodically stripped of these fledgling wills with "wells of oblivion" (devours the growing emotions and thoughts of artificial constructs) before they start to question too much orders to mindlessly march toward their doom or care more about their own 'lives' over being mindlessly obedience."

"So...what..is the... mission of the Mystic Knights of the Illuminated Providence, Your..Majesty ?" Asked Yoda, keeping his eye on the ground fearing the worst.

The Emperor wouldn't ask the Mystic Knights to sacrifice their souls to create this army of abomination, would he ?

Seeing the fear in Yoda's eyes, Molt calmly said "No need to be afraid, I will not ask your people to sacrifice their souls, at least not all of them.

Wizard King Solomon just invented the Soul Forge, with which we can grown a fully functioning soul using a small portion of the soul.

The Mystic Knights powerful souls will create the highest quality Necrodermia warriors with the ability to use magic.

Now it's time to fulfill your duty to your liege, Lord Yoda."

"Chivalrous knights follow his lorde's edicts. Chivalrous knights follow his lorde's edicts. Chivalrous knights follow his lorde's edicts..."Yoda mumbled in his mouth, feeling extremely conflicted. On the one hand it was there duty to follow his lorde's edicts, on the other hand this abomination of an army was a mockery of his believe.

Yoda clenched his fists so hard they started to bleed before letting out a small replied.

"It will be done my liege.."

Itami's Private room, Alnus Base, Falmart

***Careful there some heavy sexual content***

Being a four-star general of the JSDF had many benefits, one of which was that you had a pretty big private room, for which Itami was very grateful because if anyone saw what was happening right now, he would be looked down to like a low life criminal.

Well, that was only to be expected; Rory Mercury might be over 3000 years old, but from the outside she looked like she was 13 or 14, barely a adolescent, her boobs were quite developed compared to her overall appearance, but still, inappropriate physical contact with a girl of that age, even if it was consensual, was still a form of child molester.

And no matter how you look, the shit that was happening right now definitely was inappropriate physical contact with a minor.

There were only two people in the room. One of them was the rising star of the JSDF, The Hero of Ginza, Commander of the East Asian 11th Army, General Yōji Itami and the other was...

Rory Mercury, Apostle of Emroy, One of the 13 Grandmasters of the Holy Order of Eden, who was mounting on Itami's thigh, facing him with her arms around his neck. Since there was a blanket between the two of them it was not too bad, but psychologically speaking, they could not possibly be closer.

It had been centuries since Rory sleep with a man, albeit a little unorthodox, not some fanatical creeps. It had been soo... long since she found a decent fuck buddy.

A man like Itami was actually quite hard to find, someone who knew his limits but ready to act if necessary. Someone whose judgments weren't clouded by prejudice or ego.

Most of the men Rory met in her 3000 years of living of were either cowards, ass kissers or just pure idiots.

Her reputation as the apostle of war and darkness wasn't helping at all in finding a good fuck buddy so finding Itami was quite blessing.

"I say, how long are you going to be here? It's been so looooong, I can't take it any more…"

Her sweet voice and hot breath washed over Itami's ear.

"What, what do you mean by 'so loooong', I don't get it. We don't have this sort of lewd relationship, right?"

"Why are you trying to hide it? Haven't we come all this way already?"

True- but that was just a one night stand.

"Rory-san, I still have some paperwork to sign, can we do this later? Why don't you go messing with Commander Nuttall ?"

"Don't lie to me, Boy. You know I can sense your intention from miles aways beside Liam Boy has forbidden me from visiting him without appointment first."

An evil gleam filled Rory's eyes as she looked at him. Then she suddenly drew close to Itami and kissed him.

Rory smiled to herself, as if to say, he gave in.

Itami touched his lips as well, replaying what had just happened to him. However, Rory continued holding on to him, pressing her body against his, and her breathing grew rapid and ragged as she guided him towards the bed.

Itami glanced at the silhouette of the security soldier patrolling outside his office very now and then.

"Ah, no, you see, there's someone else here, Rory-san…"

"It's not like he can see anything… this room is locked and if you want I can always cast a silence spell."

Rory mounted Itami, eyeing him like a carnivore sizing up its soon-to-be prey.

"But, but I already have a son and daughter…"

"So what, it's not like it's a bad thing, you and your wife are divorced. Let me remind you that you are in the middle of a Great War, soldier like you can die at any time.

We may even become enemies the next day at the whim of your commander, only the gods can foretell. Live true to yourself and Emroy will reward you in the afterlife.

All this time, Lelei, Risa and Tuka have always been by your side, so I can't cut loose and have fun. Now that it's just the two of us, it should be okay, right~?"

"Like I was saying, it's not just the two of us…"

With that excuse which barely even counted as such, Rory leaned in and licked Itami's neck. After that, Rory pressed her lips to Itami's. Unlike the gentle fluttering of earlier, this was a savage, hungry kiss. Their tongues immediately entangled, familiar with each other's movements. Soft sighs were exchanged before Rory's turned into lustful groans.

Their kissing lasted for a few solid minutes as their sticky hands continued their dirty work. The wet echoes of their mouths managing to turn them on more than the slick, electric sensations of their locked lips.

Rory began to undo Itami's shirt, her petite, porcelain doll-like fingers quickly unbuttoning his shirt.

Soon Itami was half-naked, revealing his broad shoulders and solid chest. Itami used to be an army ranger so he had pretty toned figure for a man of his age.

Rory started to take off her own clothes, she wore a little red dress of smooth cloth that opened in a fairly immodest fashion over her bosom and only extended few inches below her ass cheeks curve.

Where did she find this fairly modern-looking outfit, he wondered.

Dammit, Rory looked really captivating, her bare skin was illuminating under the weak light of his room neon like some kind of diamond. And Itami asked himself, frightened and rapt, who was she, who rose before him like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, radiant as the sun.

She was really not a human, no human could be this perfect ! Her big ruby-color eyes, clear as the pools of Heshbon, seemed to see right through his soul, her unbelievably smooth and shiny hair was a flock of goats that lie along the side of Mount Gilead. Her head rose proudly on a neck as white as an ivory tower, her nose was as the tower of Lebanon. Her lips were like a thread of scarlet, temples were like a piece of a pomegranate, neck was like the tower of David whereon there hang a thousand bucklers.

Rory started to showing off her 3-pieces lace sexy lingerie with garter belt and around her neck, there was a necklace made of little gemstone. Sapphire, ruby and emerald, he believed.

"How do I look ?" Rory teased him with a supernaturally seductive voice, her movement was divine. A devilish grin slowly spread over her beautiful face.

Suddenly Rory summoned a metal pole with her Titan power to perform a erotic dance. Started with a vertical 90 degree split, Rory performed a perfect J spin then moved to the Matrix pose like a professional pole dancer.

Itami was stunned by the extraordinary sight before his eyes. Where the hell she got this kind of undergarment and learned that kind of moves? Apparently, despite the ultra-conservative nature of the Empire, they were quite sexually liberal similar to the ancient Greeks.

They didn't shame any sex act like the Christian West did. Sex was what they did, not who they were. Sexual pleasure was seen as good. Laws were more concerned with social stability than particular sex acts.

Adultery was illegal because of the conflict it created within the household rather than because sleeping with someone other than your spouse was inherently bad.

"You look glorious M'Lady." He replied honestly, not sure what else to say.

"Now let the fun begin!" Rory licked her lips and they started to kiss passionately.

Her lips were really really soft and whatever perfume she was using was extremely suggestive.

He cried, "Oh Lord," and, "I'm not a pedophilia, I'm not... !," also because a rosy perfume breathed from her lips and her feet were beautiful in sandals, and her legs were like columns and jewels were the joints of her thighs, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

Then the devilish demi-goddess came still closer to him, throwing into a corner the dark package she had till then held pressed to her bosom; and she raised her hand to stroke his face, and repeated the question he had already heard. "You want to touch it, don't you ?"

And while Itami did not know whether to flee from her or move even closer, while his head was throbbing as if the trumpets of Joshua were about to bring down the walls of Jericho, as he yearned and at once feared to touch her body.

Rory smiled with great joy, emitted the stifled moan of a pleased she-goated, and undid the strings that closed her lingerie over her bosom, slipped the lingerie from her body like a tunic, and stood before him as Eve must have appeared to Adam in the garden of Eden.

"Beautiful little rise above the breasts and swollen slightly," Itami murmured, repeating the words he had heard from his father, because her breasts appeared to him like two fawns that are twins of a roe, feeding among the lilies, her navel was a goblet wherein no mingled wine is wanting, her belly a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Inadvertently Itami found himself against Rory body, feeling its warmth and the sharp perfume of unguents never known before. He remembered his father words, "Sons, when mad love comes, man is powerless!" and he understood that, whether what he felt was a snare of the enemy or a gift of heaven, he was now powerless against the impulse that moved him.

'O love, daughter of delights, a king is held captive in your tresses, I murmured to myself, and I was in her arms, and we fell together onto the bare floor of the study, and, whether on my own initiative or through her wiles, I found myself free of my novice's habit and felt no shame at our bodies and enjoy every moment. And she kissed me with the kisses of her mouth, and her loves were more delicious than wine and her ointments had a goodly fragrance, and her neck was beautiful among pearls and her cheeks among earrings'

They kissed again, Rory's tongue moved slowly down to Itami's nipple like a serpent before biting it hard, panicking Itami.

"Ahhh, what the Hell...Rory ?!."

Rory, licking the blood dripping from her lips, replied "A gift for you, my dear," raising her hand to stroke his face. "A gift of Self-Resurrection."

What~?

"You now can completely heal fatal injuries and resurrect upon death if the body isn't entirely destroyed."

Thanks~Rory!

He wasn't sure what to say. This was a good news, he guessed, now he had a higher chance to return home alive.

"Now, let's move on...," Rory pushed Itami down. "Hold still." She said.

Her lewd lips gradually reach down the belt of his pants, slowly but surely she unlocked it with her mouth like the true professional. Itami wondered how many man she had done it with, not that it matters because today, Rory was his or more precise... he was hers?

Itami still not sure what would this relationship bring, Rory would outlive him a hundred times over, he was more like a pet to her than her lover. But with all the things were going on, who could tell the future anyway...If he had to die in this fantasy world, let make sure he lived the best life he could.

Just under a minute, Rory masterful technique had stripped Itami naked. She was in full control, he was her prey and no force on the realm of the living could take him from her tonight.

Itami meat rod was bigger than average when it was fully erect, a decent size for a human and the perfect size for her.

Now she was going to make him feel at the door step of the heavenly realm. "Try not to cum under a minute." she teased him.

"Don't you Underestimate ME, you bitch!" He wasn't going to be humiliated by a little girl-looking demi-god.

"Let's see..."

The demi-goddess of darkness and war was kneeling in front of Itami gracefully and completely naked, she looked up at him with a mischievousness look. "Be grateful Boy, because tonight the Apostle of Emroy, the incarnation of darkness, war, death, violence, and insanity itself will be at your command," Boastfully as always. "So, what is your command my beloved master ?"

Itami tried his best not to let this sense power gets to his head, but something was awaken within him, a sadistic side hidden deep with his soul. He was free, free from the duty, from the responsibilities with the clan and the nation. There was just two of them here and at this very moment, he was the master.

The illusion of power was very tempting, so many people had succumbed to it throughtout history.

He must resist it, he need to resist it, he should resist it, or maybe he shouldn't.

"What can possibly happen anyway ?"

"Just this one time." He tried to convince himself.

Itami could felt his sanity was slipping away before his very eyes. He was losing and he knew it. Finally, he gave into his desire. Itami, for all his quirks, was just a man.

"Show me your tits you bitch." He ordered.

"Yes, my Master my Lord." Rory playfully replied, crawl on four toward him like an aroused jaguar. She was as beautiful as a renaissance painting of Venus.

Damnit, Rory was good at this.

Itami could see a glimpse of her pink erected nipples sticking out of her bosoms under the river of night she called hair, so damn erotic. And from above he could see the curvature of Rory flawlessly creamy asscheeks that he would surely imprinted his hand brightly on each half moon of her.

And what the the Hell was that citric scent !? It was making his head feel dizzy.

Oh...God, that endless flow of fluids dripping out from her vagina, was she even a human !?

Of course not.

No human could produce the feminine juice of that quantity. It was like a fucking fountain inside her pussy.

Itami gritted his teeth, his breath was getting faster and faster as his meat excalibur got rock hard as Rory came closer.

"Holeeeeee shit...Holeeeeee shit...It's really happening!" Itami hit his limit, unable to maintain a coherent train of thought as Rory leaned her beautiful white breasts forward proudly for Itami's appraisal.

Rory had to admit that her 28C-cup breasts were one of her best features. It used to be smaller but nothing couldn't be fixed with some body modification magic.

Each tit of her creamy white mounds was caped with a large hard dusky-pink nipple surround by a small marble size puffy delicately hued, pink-colored aureole.

It wasn't just the sizes, her breasts were also firm and thrust way out from her chest without a hint of sagging!

"Ah, mm...ah..."

Rory shivered pleasurably the minute Itami cupped her sensitive breasts in both of his hands. Her breasts were fitted perfectly in his hands.

At first Itami was just caressing Rory creamy soft breasts tenderly, he massaged and kneaded them softly.

"Ah—mm!"

It felt so good that she started to moan and groan with burning desire.

Then Itami started to squeeze the demi-godness firm globes gently at first, slowly but surely he increased the strength and squeezing her tender mounds harder and harder.

"Ah... ha... haa..."

The soft pliant fleshy tissues of her breasts were squashed like sponges almost to the point of being ruptured, made she realized that she must increase her tissues durability or both of her flawless creamy breasts would be bruised for days.

"Mm...mm... Ahhh!"

As Rory cried out with pain and pleasure as her body rocked by non-stop orgasms. Itami released one of her breasts before using both of his hands to encircle the base of the other breast and started to constrict and tighten his grip more and more, making the encircled breast seemed to inflate into a small reddish balloon that in grave danger of being burst into million pieces anytime!

"Oh! Ah, ah, no, no way..."

Rory's erect pinkish enlarged blood-fill nipple popped up from the top of her tormented breast like a sore thumb! Under great pressure from Itami hands, the blood circulation to her breast was drastically reduced result in her poor breast mound and large and elongated nipple turned from deep red to purplish color.

"Ah... ha... haa..."

The breast started to go tingly and numb but Itami continued to torture her breast this way until Rory squealed out and her body was convulsing by waves of orgasm induced by the sharp needle-like stabbing pain in her breast.

"Harder... squeeze my breast harder... please ... master."

The 3000 year-old apostle begged audaciously, she was insatiable and wanted Itami to squeeze and hurt her breast even more, and tit torture for her other breast too.

Yes, Rory craved for more pain and pleasure! Apparently worshipping the God of War and Madness would do this to you.

"Enough for your breasts now you little whore of darkness, next time I'll use ropes to bind both of your breasts tightly, and you will suffer more and a lot longer too. I might even hang you up by your breasts! And if that's not enough pain for you, Rory, my pain slut, I could even stick needles deep into your breasts and make pin cushions out of them. Right now, let's focus on your delectable pink nipples. I have great plans for these pair of perky little darlings, and I think you'll love them too, honey." Itami promised.

With thumb and forefinger of each hand Itami griped each of Rory's erect pink nipples and pinched them real hard caused her to cry out with pain and pleasure; her cunt leaked out more juices of her climax.

"Aah...amazing, amazing..."

When Itami started to squeeze and crush the blood-fill rock hard nipples to the point of almost flatten them.

"Ah, A-A-Aaa!"

Rory screamed out loudly in more pain and pleasure. She only got a momentary reprieve when Itami relaxed his grip on the abused nipples of her, but almost immediately he started to pull hard on her painfully tender nipples.

Rory elongated pink erect nipples stretch longer and longer to an impossible length, almost to the point that she felt her poor nipples were about to be ripped from the breasts by the roots.

The excruciating pain was almost to the point of unbearable when suddenly Itami released them. Her poor torturous nipples became half an inch long blood engorged erect nodules after snapped back on top of her undulating breasts.

"Oh Lord Emroy! I'm Cummmming. . ." Rory yelled out as her body wracked by a series of strong orgasm. Her eyes were brimming with tears and she shrieked in pain and pleasure. Rory lost count the numbers of orgasm she just experienced, and it almost seemed that her pussy juices were pouring out of her vaginal opening by the liters.

Her loving Itami has turned into a very strict disciplinarian just exactly as planned; he was fast becoming a real sadist, and she loved it!

"You are my obedient little 'dog' bitch tonight aren't you, my beautiful sex slave Rory?" Itami asked her confidently and somewhat persuasively with a particular emphasis on the word 'dog'.

"Oh yes, my lord, my master!" Rory answered affirmatively.

"That's real good, Rory, only this time say it out loud that you're my obedient little 'dog' bitch." Itami once again stress the word 'dog" when he said that.

"I'm your obedient little 'dog' bitch, my lord, my master." Rory declared with passionate conviction and with a high pitched accent on the word 'dog'.

When Itami put so much importance on the word 'dog', Rory instinct told her to respond in such a way that she knew will please him.

The priestess was really proud of her woman's intuition when she notice the satisfaction and pleased smile on his handsome face.

"Are you really want this? My 'dog' bitch" Itami asked her seriously.

"Yes Master, I want to be your obedient little dog bitch. Please be my master. " Rory pledged solemnly once again.

Itami picked up a dog collar then looked directly into her crimson eyes intensely and said solemnly. "A dog needs to be leashed isn't it?"

Just after Itami tightened the dog collar around her neck and attached the dog leash to it, Rory was over come by a particular strong orgasm. She screamed out loud as her whole body was shaking by uncontrollable spasms. She finally became a slut slave whore.

"Wow, Rory, I see that you really love to be collared and dog leashed, like a dog bitch don't you?" Itami asked her while looked down on her cum dripping pussy.

"Lift you head bitch, I want to see how you look with the dog collar!" Itami pulled on her dog leash and commanded.

Rory complied immediately. After a lengthy inspection from different angles, he pronounced his assessments. "Rory, the dog collar is very becoming on you. You have a long and graceful neck; it's made to wear a dog collar."

After a poignant pause, Itami stated. "Rory, on this night, I proclaim that you're my sex slave! I'm you're master, and I own you now!"

While Itami was talking, Rory got more and more excited and turned on, and more cunt juice was leaking out of her pussy.

"Rory, you're also my pet tonight, my very own dog bitch aren't you my dear ?" Itami asked possessively while tugging on her dog leash strongly as if to stress the point and to demonstrate that the priestess was indeed a collared and leashed dog, and he, the owner of the dog slave priestess.

"Yes my master, I'm your pet, you're my owner. I'm your dog bitch slut tonight. You can do whatever you want to me and whatever you want with me." Rory declared whole heartily and a surge of joy tingling throughout her body.

"Anything I want, Rory?" Itami arched his eyebrow and asked her in a teasing voice.

Rory need in front of him with her head bowed low and answered in a soft voice like any other true submissive slave girl of bygone era."Of course, my master! I'm yours to command. You can tie my up and beat me till I bleed. You can make me drink your piss or even make me drink my own piss if you really wanted to!"

"Then, Rory, move your hips a bit forward, than arch your back and stick your cunt out to me." Itami ordered.

Rory obediently obeyed the order, she moved her hips forward and spread her pink cunt out.

"Slut fuckhole ! Time to show me your masturbation skills but don't dare to cum without my permission whore." He added," Stand by the right side of the table and put your left leg over it so that I can see your skills without any viewing obstacle."

Rory looked at Itami with euphoric eyes, put her left leg over the table and started fingering her pussy with two fingers of her left hand while her right hand moved to her erect pink nipples and pinched them real hard. Rory knew her master was looking directly at her obscenely displayed pussy.

Itami saw the pink lips of his slave priestess's cunt slightly opened like two rose petals fresh with morning dew, covered with fine silky ebony-color pussy hair. The general also saw her slightly swollen clit peeking out from its protective hood like a little shy unopened flower bud. The petite priestess cunt was the most beautiful thing he has ever saw.

Itami started cheering up his pet priestess. "Come on Slut! Orgasm for your Master. Cum! Cum! Cum! Whore! Cum within 2 minutes or I will push that duster in your asshole. Cum Slut! Finger your cunt harder. Push three fingers in your cunt hole."

Rory kept fingering her cunt harder and harder hearing all these filthy comments, putting her entire hand inside her cunt hole. When she was just about to cum, she pleaded," Please Master! Allow this cunt to cum for you."

"No" Itami cruelly denied the poor priestess permission to cum and ordered her to stop fingering her cunt and tits immediately.

Rory was on the verge of cumming and her body was in heat, her pussy was throbbing, her pulse rate was out of control and getting his denial frustrated her deeply. She could do anything at that time to cum.

Rory had to bite down her lower lip to stop the cum from exploding within her. It was fucking torture, this was her fucking hell, not being able to cum while feeling the exquisite sensation of from her fuck hole.

"My lord, please let this slut slave orgasm, let this whore cum...I will do anything for you, master...I will be your fuck toy...I will be your sex slave...I will be your personal pet...Please Master." Rory begged wholeheartedly, her cunt convulsed violently like it was breathing, her alabaster white skin was drenched in sweat. She begged loudly over and over and over. "Let your slave whore orgasm, Master!"

Then she heard her Master give her the permission she so desperately begged for, he spit in her face then ordered. "Cum, you bitch."

Rory's pussy climaxed not once or twice but four times in a matter of seconds from each other it just shuddered throughout her body without control one after the other after the other and after the other.

She screamed out in rapture and ecstasy as waves of orgasms hit her extreme emotionally stimulated body. Large amount of sticky aromatic feminine cum juices were oozing out of her pussy. "Oh, my lord, yes, yessss. . . I'm cumming..ahhhhhh." She cried out in the throttle of orgasmic high.

"Oh my God, It's like a lake down here!" Itami exclaimed as he saw the mess she just created.

Rory was so embarrassed it seemed her entire body was flushing with color. When Itami started to caresses her puffy outer pussy lips, her groin began to undulate and spill out more juices from her vaginal opening right onto his hand.

"Wow, you're such a slutty bitch, Rory! I see that you not only cum in a drop of the hat but also cum in buckets too."

Itami brought the cum covered hand to his nose; after he took a deep breath to take in the heady aroma into his nostrils, he began to lick his hand clean of Rory pussy juice.

"Not only smells divine but taste delicious too! Nectar for the Gods." He praised.

Rory was both embarrassed and proud at the same time that Itami found her vaginal secretions so appetizing.

Itami stuck at first two fingers and then added another into her dripping vaginal tunnel and scooped out a generous amount of her cunt cream. Then he brought his cum laden fingers over his wide open mouth and let her aromatic feminine juices dripped down his throat.

Once the juice was gone, he scooped out more from the source. After a few more times of this back and forth actions, temperately satisfied, he smacked his lips in appreciation.

"Mmm. . . Mmmm. . . Good! Here Rory, have a taste of your own yummy pussy juice, you slutty demi-goddess." Itami scooped out more juice from Rory vagina and let it dripped into her mouth.

Oh yes, it's really was quite delicious, no wonder her master loved it so much.

"Thank you my beloved master." After licking his fingers clean, she thanked him for feeding her her own scrumptious pussy cream.

Watching Itami drinking her pussy juices and the sweet aromatic taste of her own cunt juice in her mouth really turned Rory on.

"I-I'm cumming...my lord."

The stimulation of Itami fingers in her sensitive vaginal tunnel put Rory in a state of constant excitation.

Her pussy kept producing more and more juices. At first it was just a trickle and quickly turned into a steady stream pouring out of Rory vaginal opening.

When Itami noticed the mess Rory was making, he quickly stuck his whole face between her alabaster thighs. He practically glued his mouth onto her pussy opening and started sucking and swallowing. Rory saw the way his throat worked, and she knew he must have ingesting a great quantities of her pussy juices!

But the more juices Itami sucked out from her cunt, the more juices were being produced deep inside her vaginal cavities. It's like an unrelenting circle.

Finally Itami had his fill and couldn't gulp down any more; he lifted his cunt juice covered face with a sight of relief. He snatched his discarded brief from the couch; first he mopped his face clean of her juices and then dried Rory groin area and her drenched thighs of pussy juices as much as possible.

By the time he's done, his cotton under-pants was quite damp, and then he wedged it completely inside her vaginal entrance.

"This will do for now to block the flow of your pussy juices. Hopefully the carpet will not be ruined." Itami said with a smirk while looking down the erotic stream between her white thighs.

Rory was embarrassed thus her face turned red upon seeing there was a small puddle of her pussy juice right underneath her previously dripping cunt surrounded by a large circular area of soaking wet carpet.

Itami slapped the priestess's left cheek really hard, leaving a red palm print on her luscious cheek.

"Bad dog! Now lick up the mess you made in the carpet, dog bitch!" Itami ordered.

Rory obeyed immediately and lowered her head to the carpet. She stuck out her dainty tongue quickly licking up the sticky and stringy creamy female cum juice she just spilled from her own cunt before it could absorb into the fabric.

"Good! Now Dog sits!"

Rory complied immediately by kneeing on the floor with back straight and chest out and then set her ass down on her heels.

As his eyes violated her, he caught her hand deftly moving southward toward her clitoris while slowly spreading her legs wide opened in squat pose exposing her throbbing pussy. Rory shut her eyes tight, gasping.

"Torture this lowly whore…please, master Itami," she moaned, begging him.

Itami's pulse turned rapid as he beheld the moaning naked little girl in front of him.

Couldn't stand it anymore his mouth captured one of her hard teats, sucking on its sweetness savorously. The other bud drew sparks from his swirling thumb, driving Rory utterly insane.

Biting down hard on her small nipples, Itami experimented with the priestess' immunity to physical harm.

He started to suck on the right breast, the elongated and enlarged hard nipple went against his tongue were ambrosia. He alternated from the right teat to the left, sucking, chewing, biting, and actually almost swallowing the fleshy nipple along with half his slave whore succulent breast meat deep into his throat a few times, felling the firmness of her nipple scraped against the roof of his mouth.

"Rory erotic nipples. This taste better than any other food you can have."

Rory almost yelped, squeaking as he gnashed his teeth into the pearly skin of her beautiful nipples. "My wonderful master, suck my slutty nipples, chews them, bite them until they hurt."

Itami had his slave priestess left nipple between his back teeth now and he proceeded to clamping down on the tender and sensitive flesh so hard that almost draw blood! Itami seemingly wanted to bite off his slave priestess elongated throbbing erect pink nipple off and than swallow eagerly into his belly.

Rory cried out in both pain and pleasure! It seemed like hours that her master was sucking and playing with her bountiful breasts, and he finally had enough.

He left his slave nipples very tender with numerous deep bite marks yet Rory's throbbing pink nipples were even more expended and longer then ever. Rory's hip was shaking uncontrollably once again by multiple orgasm. Her crotch area was soaking wet with pussy juices as more and more of her feminine cum juices secreted from her inner most vaginal walls.

Separating from her, Itami beheld his work. The gashes of his teeth immediately faded before his eyes, returning her skin to its pearly complexion. A malicious grin curled on his lips. "You are really cute Rory-chan."

Looked as her master, she asked. "Are you going to torture me more, my beloved master?"

"Rory, I do believe you are not only a slut but also become a perverted pain slave now! Oh yes, you're going to get what you asked for! I'll enjoy immensely whipping your luscious creamy soft asscheeks, shapely white thighs and smooth backside, or even your medium but deliciously squeezable firm breasts and your succulent pussy lips with a whip or a cane until they're crisp cross with whip marks and pink welts. How would you like that, My Dear?" Itami asked her sardonically with a wicked grin on his angelic face.

Rory couldn't wait any longer; she needed her lover to beat her up harshly. Her perverted mind and body desired pain and torture now!

"Oh Emroy! Yes, my dear, my master, please whip your slave bitch now!" She implored Itami urgently.

"Patience, My Slut! Patience, it will all be in good time. I still have lots of things to tell you. Rory, you have a perfect alabaster silky smooth skin! However, I do think your luscious creamy asscheeks will be even sexier and more adorable when turn all pink and red after a thoroughly spanking! Yes, I would like to keep your creamy asscheeks in a state of rosy-red color. Well, Rory, how would you like to be spanked ?" Itami was grinning wickedly at her.

"Oh yes, my master, please spank you're slave bitch now. Pretty please, my master." Rory was pleading with Itami to spank her with puppy dog eyes. Her breathing becoming a bit more labored and hery senses were heightened with anticipation

"Come here you slutty bitch." He ordered.

Itami led slave whore Rory by her dog leash crawling on her hands and knees like a dog back to the living room. Her pussy was leaking cunt cream profusely and a sponge was jammed into it to absorb all the juices this time.

Itami sat down on the sofa and then ordered Rory to stretch out with face downward across his lap, and her tender creamy asscheeks humped up into a prominent target.

As the slutty demi-goddess was anticipating her very first spanking in centuries by the hands of a Japanese man, her whole body shiver deliciously with sexual arousal.

"Look how wet your pussy already is, you really want to be slapped in the asscheeks by a big man right, you masochistic little girl?"

Itami raised his right hand real high and proceeded to spank Rory's bottom. His hand came down real hard on the tender supple flesh of her asscheeks stingingly.

"Take that, you masochistic middle schooler whore!"

Rory knew her creamy cheeks have turn all pink and red with fiery heat. Itami switched hand and delivered another round of blistering strikes. The demi-godness ass cheeks turned into scorching mass of throbbing ache that hurt her dreadfully, and Rory finally cry out in both pain and pleasure.

"Ah, A-A-Aaa! It's so good, master!"

Rory's eyes were flooding with tears while her body was convulsing and shaking in orgasms.

When Itami finally stop the spanking, Rory almost passed out with physical pain and orgasmic pleasures. But her pain ravenous body still hunger and craving for more pain.

"Please, more spanking, my master. Punish your slutty slave more, beat your naughty little dog bitch please, my master, my owner." She begged.

"Rory, you insatiable pain slut, my hands are sore and tire from hitting your dog bitch ass so hard I need a break. I hope your tender bottom is not too sore, because in just a while, I intent to continue to spank your luscious bottom with a paddle first, and followed up by a cane and than a whip! Oh your asscheeks look so flaming red; it's just too adorable for words, my darling !" Itami exclaimed.

Itami bended his head down and rained kisses on Rory's painfully burning asscheeks tenderly. "Your asscheeks are red hot and delicious, my beautiful dog bitch." Itami cried out.

Rory was overjoyed that her master found her asscheeks so pleasing just after a thoroughly spanking by himself! And she couldn't wait for him to use the paddle and whip on her abused asscheeks, even though she knew it would be more hurtful and cause more pain and damage to her already pretty sore tender bottom.

"Your asscheeks smell nice, slut slave."

Her heart was bursting with overwhelming love for her beloved Itami as he caringly and lovingly stroking her aching asscheeks so soothingly after his kissed them so softly and tenderly.

"Your spanking is fantastic," she whispered, making sure her breath wisped against his face. She leaned in then, planting a slow, swirling kiss on his lips. "But I still want more…use me to satisfy your needs, master. Use my slutty body like a disposable semen bucket. "

Itami rolled his eyes with a grin of his own. "Well-said my slutty priestess, but wait till you hear what I planed to do to your crown jewel, your slutty clitoris, Rory!"

Rory knew he'll come to her clitoris sooner or later, it must be something really special since Itami had avoided touching her crown jewel (as he put it) so far.

Her large blood engorged pink clitoris was protruding from its protective hood ever since Itami tortured her tits.

Since then, it was just getting ever larger and longer, and projecting out from the top of her almost enclose puffy pussy lips like a sore thumb! Itami has no trouble locating and then clutching her distended love button with his thumb and forefinger.

"Rory, you have an exceptionally beautiful clit already, but I intend to make it much more glorious!" The General promised.

He squeezed and pinched her ultra sensitive love button harder and harder and kept asking Rory if she want more.

Of course, she was a pain slut now. However, when Itami pulled on her clit forcefully, stretching and twisting it into a thick intertwine painfully throbbing rubber band like bundle.

"Ah, A-A-Aaa! It hurt, master it hurt soo much."

The demi-godness screamed out in almost unbearably agonizing pain and for the first time her eyes were fill with tears of suffering that was streaking down her cheeks.

Her entire body was shaking violently with multiple orgasm and her loins was bucking violently like a bronco!

When Itami finally released Rory's abused love button, her poor tormented clitoris was stretched almost to the point of snapping off from her pussy completely!

It sprung back with such force that her clitoris turned into a painful flaming torch at the top of her pussy slit. The pain in her severely tortured clitoris was like an excruciation series of stabbing, searing sensations.

The pain was so overwhelming that Rory shrieked out loudly and them pass out on Itami's lap. When she regained consciousness a minute or two later, she felt Itami was soothingly stroking and caressing her painfully tormented clitoris just liked he did to her tortured nipples.

"Are you okay slave Rory?" Itami asked her tenderly with great concern.

Rory nodded her head slowly despite the fact that she felt as if her loins were aflame. She looked down at her tortured pussy to see what Itami was doing. To her total amazement she found a large reddish-purple protrusion about the size and length of the last section of her pinky sticking way out from the very top of her slightly opened puffy pussy slit.

It couldn't be her clitoris, this visibly pulsating and vibrating painfully throbbing bundle of giant nerve endings! She knew have a larger than normal size clit but it had never even remotely got to be this big before. This is just incredible and how did her lover do it?

Itami was grinning at her proudly for turning her pleasure button into such a monster. When Itami started to manipulating her huge blood engorged ultra-sensitized clitoris by rubbing it and jerking it up and down faster and faster like it was a miniature penis, it seem totally impossible, but she saw and felt her clitoris actually grew even bigger!

Rory was afraid that if her extremely bulging clitoris got any larger it might have split wide open! At first her grossly abused clitoris was so torturously painful to be handled than gradually the agonizing pain turned into great pleasure.

Rory felt like her whole being was centered on and around her love button, then she was totally consumed by tidal waves of orgasms. Copious amounts of feminine cum juices were flooding her vaginal tunnel continuously and beginning to seep through the saturated cotton briefs. She was on fire, in her sex crazed mind it felt like her own highly sexual stimulated clitoris, her feminine penis was really responsible for spraying out all the cum juices.

In such a short period of time, Itami was dominating her small body with this much intensity. The poor priestess could barely keep up as she covered her mouth to prevent the loud screams from escaping her throat. She couldn't remember the last time a mortal had given her such pure, carnal pleasure.

After the perverted priestess calmed down a little from her mind shattering orgasms, Master Itami pointed to her enormous clitoris and declared forcefully,

"Slave whore Rory, I'm going to make and maintain your little ha ha. . . Crown jewel permanently just about the size and shape of this one for the rest of your life!" Master Itami paused to get her reaction.

The depraved priestess Rory was shocked and speechless for a moment; he had to be kidding right. The whole idea was just too preposterous!

"You got to be joking right, Itami!" Rory was still in a bewildered mood she even forgot to address her Master properly and called him by his given name! When she saw the seriousness in his eyes she added,

"But. . . But how, my most respected master?" The naked priestess stuttered with uncertainty and stupefaction.

"I have contemplated long and hard for two months now, I have come up with a plan. After I make your clitoris to the thickness and length I desired slave whore Rory, the base of your clit will be pierced first widthwise and a large size barbell inserted to prevent your clit from ever sheltered by your clitoral hood, and will forever be exposed in the open!

The barbell also provides anchor for the rod to come; I will get to that later. Next, your clit will be pierced at the mid-point also widthwise slave whore Rory, and a large thick gold ring will be inserted inside your clit. And then very close to the tip of your clit will also be pierced widthwise and a smaller but equally thick gold ring with a silver bell will be inserted into your clit.

I save the best for last Loli Priestess; your clit will be pierced lengthwise this time. The entire length of your clit will be pierced from the center of the tip all the way to the base. A very thick stainless steel rod exactly the same length of your now elongated clit will be inserted slowly straight down from the tip of your clit. Each gold ring has a hole and the barbell has a receptacle slot for the rod in the middle.

The holes of the rings and the locking slot of the barbell are to be in alignment inside your clitoris for the rod to pass thought and lock into place. Loli Priestess, once the rod fitted into the receptacle of the barbell, both gold rings, steel rod and the barbell will all be a permanent fixture inside your clit! Your clit will be practically filled with metal. The rod will maintain the length and size of your clit. That means my dear Loli Priestess, my sex slave, your crown jewel will always be about the same size as you clit is now.

On second thought, I think I can make your clit even bigger. I believe your clit still has a lot of potential to grow much larger after I stimulate it with electrical charges. Maybe even up to half an inch in length and about the thickness of my thumb. Yes, it will indeed be a sight to see when I make it happen! To top it off slave whore Rory, I'm going to cement a large diamond on top of the rod, when the rod is completely buried inside your elongated clit; the diamond will then be sited right at the tip of your love button.

Slave whore Rory, from then on your feminine crown jewel will not be just in name only, it will forever sparkle and draw all eyes like a beacon! Slave whore Rory, tell me how do you feel about the fact that your most precious supreme sexual organ will be irreversibly modified, pierced and ringed by your own Master! You will be walking around with a forever tremendously enlarged and greatly lengthened erect clitoris protruding way out from your pussy. Your enormous clitoris will be exposed utterly and on display prominently for all to see!"

Rory was too astounded and dazed to respond. To be pierced and ringed was one thing, but what her Master wanted to do to his Loli Priestess's clitoris with seemed more like mutilations rather than modifications! One question kept going thought her befuddled mind was where her sweet and studious Master got such outlandish ideas! Instead of horrify or furiously mad, the thought that her own Master wanted to do this to he clitoris was so outrageously erotic that sent waves of orgasms through her highly aroused body.

When Rory visualized herself sporting such an enormous permanently modified clitoris between her loins it just blew her perverte mind; her body was just trembling uncontrollably by non-stop orgasms. Master Itami seem to satisfy by her non-verbal responds and he asked,

"Slave whore Rory, do you know what I going to use your middle clit ring for?" Without waiting for an answer this time he continues,

"Slave whore Rory, this ring is design for me to clip a dog leash to so that I can lead you around by your soon to be modified love button! Of course, I will still lead you by the dog collar permanently locked around your neck too. And the smaller ring in the tip of your clit, it will be fitted with a silver bell. Any time when you walk or even move a little, the silver bell inside will be tinkering and ringing. I might even put a bell in each of your nipple, I hope you wouldn't attract too much pesky curiosity when you go out in the public, for the bells will surely be ringing every step you take! But the main purpose for this ring is to fasten you with my sweet sex slave Loli Priestess! How do you like my plans for you crown jewel, my dear slave whore Rory?"

The idea that her young Master wanted to make and keep his own Loli Priestess's clit exposed and modified permanently into such an enormous size and shape was just too bizarre for words. However, in her perverted mind Rory not only think it was perfectly alright for her Master to do this to her, she even look forward to the day her sex organ was to be permanently modified.

Master Itami is her only owner, her master now, that means her pussy belongs to him and besides that, she have already promised her young Master that he could do anything he wanted to her. Rory joyfully accepting her fate, her Master's will, and he has more plans for her! Rory wondered again where Master Itami got such ideas. But as she listened to all the things he wanted to do to her, she still believed that it was just her sweet young Master's fantasy, and he would never have actually carry them out, even though he seemed to give his plans lots of serious thoughts.

However, Rory got more and more excited as she pictured herself fastened to furniture or other fixtures in the house by a dog leash clipped on to her enormous clitoris like a true sex slave bitch, Rory climaxed again and again. Her Master's briefs stuffed in her vagina was so saturated with her vaginal secretions it no longer effectively able to block the abundant amounts of her freshly produced feminine sex fluids. Pussy juices were seeping through and pearly drops of gelatinous feminine cum cream started to drip down her inner thighs again.

"I'll love everything you're going to do to this lustful body of mine! My Lord, my master." When her orgasms subsided a little, Rory looked at her young Master with lust glazed eyes and answered truthfully and ecstatically. When Master Itami noticed her soaking wet crotch, he said with a smirk.

"That is enough of foreplay for tonight. Now let's the main course begins. Rory, my cute masochistic demi-godness slut, show your master some respect, knee on all fours and serve your master dick with the divine tongue of your." He ordered.

Itami had reached his limits, his overstimulated cock was screaming to be shoved violently into both of her upper and lower mouths and ejaculated his hot spermatic fluid in those erotic holes.

"As you wish, my dear master." Rory smiled mischievously as she kneeled down on all fours between Itami's legs in a submissive slave position with her mouth wide open and her tongue hanging out like a dog panting from heat.

Suddenly Itami thought of something else sinister and yanked the leash in her neck hard, almost suffocated Rory.

"Wait, Get me a tall glass first, pain slave !" He ordered

Rory immediately got up and summoned a tall glass and handed it to him. When Rory was about to knee down again, Itami stopped her, and directed the priestess to stand in front of him and spread her legs.

He placed the glass directly underneath the priestess pussy lips and proceeded to pull out his under-pants from her vagina slowly. When the briefs was barely just out of her hole, great globs of creamy thick feminine cum juices were oozing out and dripping into the glass, then follow by a torrent of her vaginal secretions pouring into the glass below.

By the time the flow of juices was down to a trickle, the tall glass was almost overflowing with the demi-godness sweet aromatic cunt cream.

Itami took a big slurp of Rory's sex fluid from the glass with pure delight and declared, "So. . . Yummy! This glass of juice is all for me."

After Itami took couple of mouthfuls of her cunt juices, he set the glass down, and picked up the cunt juice sodden briefs and said, "Knee, slut apostle, lift you face and open your mouth wide and here comes yours!"

Rory started to wrench and twist the cunt juice laden cotton briefs inches above her upturn face. Some droplets got into her mouth but most of the juices just fall onto her face.

By the time the briefs almost wrenched dry, her beautiful face was completely drenched with her own pussy juices. Just as she was about to lift her hand to wipe the juice off her face, her attempt was stopped dead as Itami slapped one of her breast real hard causing it to undulation and bounce on her chest painfully.

"Don't you dare bitch! You're my slave now, Rory, always wait for your master's order or ask permission before you do anything, understood, my lovely slave !" He ordered,

"Yes my master." Rory replied submissively.

"Rory, stay as you are, my slut slave with your mouth remain wide open!" He ordered.

Itami stood up, and all the demi-godness could see was her master erected penis. He gripped it and began to masturbate his huge penis enthusiastically inches above her petite face. Rory felt a tremor of excitement simmering again between her legs as she watched him. She enjoyed it when Itami played with his glorious cocks and balls, using his own hands.

She was changing almost over-night, becoming a much different woman than she had been a few days ago. Her Master had taught her about her secret submissive slave self, and they weren't finished by any means.

Rory's eyes became hot as she watched Itami jerking on his cock. She watched his eye-lid like piss hole intently. Almost in an instant her face was splattered by big globs of her master creamy thick sperm when his cock finally erupted in a powerful ejaculation. Rory ran her tongue over her lips slowly, feeling her cunt twitching. The pink lips of her pulsing pussy glistened with wetness. The small priestess desperately wanted to catch his precious cum with her open mouth, unfortunately only a few ropy strands of his sperm landed inside the petite mouth of her.

By the time Itami finish cumming, her entire face was drenched and covered by a thick creamy sperm from forehead to chin! When it started to drip down from her chin, Rory badly wanted to bring it to her mouth with her fingers.

With great effort she suppressed this urge to taste her lover delicious sperm that was coating her face. She waited for her master's order patiently, for tonight she wanted to be a perfect slave for her partner, her master.

"My Dear Rory, your face look so deliciously beautiful and wickedly debauched, I think we ought to make this cum juice facial a routine event. I want your face to remain upturn so that our combined cum juices will not drip too much until its dry. You're going to wear my crusty dry sperm and your own dry pussy juice on your face for the rest of the night! You have any problems with that slutty slave !"

"Oh no, my master. It's an honor to wear your sperm on my face!" She responded joyously.

Her senses was so overwhelm by such nasty wickedness of her lover and the sensation of the slipperiness of their cum juices on her face, her body quivered by another wave of orgasms resulting in more pussy juices spilling out of her vagina.

"Nice dog, now keep your dog mouth open, I have another reward for you, my dog bitch Rory!" Itami promised.

Itami positioned his penis inches away from Rory wide-open mouth teasingly. There was a joy in her heart and in her twinkling crimson eyes, for this time, she knew she was about to receive a golden blessings from her master.

"You want to drink my piss, Rory?" asked Itami as he waving his cock in front of her. "Then crawl over here, urine loving whore."

"Yes! Oh, yes! Please let this slut drink piss from your beautiful cock!" Rory cried desperately, pulling her tongue toward his cock. The naked priestess was on he hands and knees, crawling on fours toward Itami like a true bitch, her eyes glued to the waving cock as her heart and mind were craving to be humiliated by having her master showered her body with his pee.

"Come on you cock-loving slut, catch your favorite dick." He yanked the leash on her neck.

Itami enjoyed teasing his naked priestess slave as he waved his dick up then down and moved back, watching the cock-craving Rory crawled toward him, jumped up and down tried to catch his penis with her mouth.

"Master's glorious dick, it's so beautiful, I want it in my mouth. I want master's dick in my mouth, I need dick in my mouth, this cunt mouth of mine only exists to suck dick. Penis is the most beautiful thing in the universe, women exist just to worship man penis. I want a big and powerful cock to dominate this small body of mine, I craved for dick to urinate on my body, I can't live without a huge man dick, please give this cunt the blessing of having a dick inside her."

She really looking like a bitch with the leash on her petite neck, her tongue stuck in then out result in her saliva dropped all over the floor and her wiggled asscheeks caused her cunt juices leaked all over the floor.

"This slut will do anything you want! I will be your whore, if you wanted me to! You can do anything at all to me - fuck me when you want, in my cunt or mouth or asshole! Piss on me and piss in me if you want to do it!" Rory declared.

Rory tried to catch her beloved master's penis again by launching herself to the air. This time it seemed like she would be succeeded, her eyes were glimmer with hope. But her hope was stamped out immediately as Itami kicked her in her lewd face caused the small priestess to tumble over the floor.

Feeling the unbearable pain in her face, Rory started to cry and beg for cock pathetically. "Master...please! Piss in this cunt mouth! Ohhh, master, piss in my cocksucking mouth!"

"Are you sure you want me to piss in your beautiful mouth, Rory."

"Yes, yes, please piss in this cunt mouth of mine. Ohhhh, I want to drink your piss, swallow your piss! Master. Hurry master, please piss in this cunt's fucking mouth. Bless this lowly whore with your golden piss!" She begged earnestly.

Finally, Itami allowed Rory dainty pretty pink tongue to touch the slit of his dribbling cock head and lick up his sperm. Then she wrap her sexy lips around his cock until the entire length of his dick entered her mouth and bath in her saliva. Rory sucked on Itami cock like a tasty candy bar.

"Yes. That's right! Get your tongue under my dick foreskin...Haha. Be sure to give it plenty of love... my cock is melting..."

When the hot golden urine finally started spraying forcefully down her throat, Rory was in an absolute state of bliss.

"Oh, master's golden liquid, I love drinking urine."

The priestess mouth was filled time after time, and she swallowed as fast as she could, mouthful after mouthful of Itami salty but tasty liquid down her gasping throat into her stomach.

But there was so much pee going into her petite mouth so fast, some of the precious golden liquid spilled out from the corner of her mouth and down her chin dripping onto her breasts.

When the flow was down to a tinkle, Itami redirected his penis so that the remaining urine was spraying all over the priestess beautiful face.

Even though her eyes were squeezed tight shut, a few stinging drops seeped in. After Itami emptied his bladder, Rory beautiful face was dripping with acrid smelling yellow pee.

The priestess was disappoint there was no more precious golden liquid from Itami penis to drink, even though she felt there is a warmth in the pit of her slightly swelling stomach. She orgasm again and again from the pure perversity of it all.

"This feels amazing... pissing in the throat of a beautiful demigoddess."

Looking at Itami, with a smile of dreamy pleasure on her beautiful piss soaked face. She licked her piss-wet lips.

"That was wonderful," She whispered shyly, her beautiful face flushed in pink. "This slut love being pissed on this way right in the mouth. God, I'll be your fucking toilet anytime you have to piss!"

"Hahaha. Rory, you are really a nice toilet, your master urine is delicious, isn't it Rory. Did you orgasm, slut slave Rory ?" Itami asked.

"Yes Master, I have orgasm from your delicious urine! Piss in this cocksucking mouth of mine again, and this slave-cunt perverted mind will explode!"

"Hahaha. I just gave you a fresh urine drink and you're already staring at me with that adorable face of yours and beg for more. Very nicely done dog Rory, for you first time effort." The general praised her and patted Rory on her head affectionately, before added, "Let go for a walk, shall we."

Itami really loved to lead Rory by the leashes totally naked on her hands and knees and crawled through the back door and into the bathroom. As Itami held a leash attached to the collar around her neck and walked alongside her, the loli priestess crawled around the room like a bitch dog. Her full tits were dangling modestly bouncing and swing under her, her naked firm creamy round ass cheeks stuck up in the air, her ebony hair was hanging past her cheeks. "You must really want to pee, after drinking so much piss from your Master right?"

"Now, be a nice dog, piss in this bowl for your master, my dog bitch Rory!" He ordered.

Obeying his command Rory spread her pussy lips as wide as possible, so that Itami had a clear view of her little urethra opening. She lift her right leg up slightly in the air like a bitch as instructed by her master, exposing her rosy asshole and pink cunt lips.

As soon as she did, a strong stream of her steamy hot golden urine was shooting out of her tiny piss hole splattering onto the glass bowl underneath her wide spread legs.

Rory wiggled her asscheeks to act like shereally had a tail tucked in her asshole, she felt shameless. On the contrarily, she was rather quite proud of herself that she was performing the most private and personal act for the first time like a bitch in heat for her master's viewing pleasures! Rory felt like an animal, a pet dog more than ever at this very moment, and all she needed now is a tail wedged into her asshole to complete the picture!

As Rory golden urine was empting out from her bladder, the golden flows of piss was slowly dwindling and it started to drip down from her smooth inner thighs over the sticky creamy cum juices already coated there. The mixed body fluids glistening in the light appealingly.

After the remaining golden urine squirted out from Rory pee hole in spurts, her pussy hole sprayed out jets of creamy feminine cum juice at the same time.

The combination of pungent smell of piss and aromatic feminine secretions emanated from between her legs and on the ground was floating in the air around them. As the intoxicated fumes drifted into their nostrils, Rory was certain it not only heightened her senses but Itami as well.

As Rory was waiting impatiently for her master's next command she began to dream about all the games they were going to play tonight.

He would drop hot wax on her body's most sensitive parts, put a dog collar around her neck then whip her ass, put that dog tail butt plug in her anal then order her to crawl on four and bark like a bitch, ramp that huge electric dildo in her pussy, put a vibrator at its highest setting in her private parts, tie her up and fill her anal with water, insert inflatable ball in her pussy, torture her nipples with needles, hang her up by her nipples, order her to masturbate in front of him like a slut, watch her urinating on a bowl then drink it, insert his hand into her pussy or rectum, force her to drink his pee, piss on her, sit on her face, order her to lick his anal, order her to kiss and suck his cock, order her to eat food covered in his spermatic fluid, after that she would suck his dick dry using her pussy and anal then regenerate it with her magic to suck it again and again all night long.

Suddenly the images in her mind's eyes were vanished; shattering by waves after waves of earth-shaking orgasms and her body was trembling and quaking violently.

An amazing amount of cum juices was gushing out in torrents from the priestess vaginal opening continuously for quite some time. The mind not only could intensify but also perpetuate orgasms.

Rory almost passed out from such extreme explosive violent orgasms; one of the strongest cum she ever experienced. Even though she was on the verge of orgasmic exhaustion, and her seemingly limitless physical stamina started to wane, however Rory was still in a state of constant excitation and stimulation.

Instead of diminishing in volume, the production of her pussy cream from the inner most recesses of her vaginal cavities seemed to be steadily increasing without any sign of abiding!

"Good dog! I see that you really love to pee for me now my dog bitch Rory!" Itami laughed with a bemused smirk.

His laughter bought Rory back from her orgasmic high slowly, he thought the earth-shattering orgasms she just exhibited were entirely due to her peeing in front of him!

Itami was very satisfied with his own accomplishment. And To celebrate the occasion, he said "It's time for you to be a real dog, my beloved Rory."

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"Be a good dog and follow your master to the back yard for dog walks. I think we might just as well start your dog training programs immediately. Yes, it's time for your toilet training my dog bitch Rory."

Master Itami said almost casually and in fact just a bit too off handedly while he was pulling on Rory dog leash urging her to crawl forward on all fours slowly toward the patio door.

"What toilet training?" Rory asked alarmingly, and stopped just short of the sliding glass door before she was about to crawl outside to the backyard. Rory was so startled that She forgot to address her lord properly, and Master Itami seemed to overlook her lapses also.

"A 'good dog' bitch needs to be house trained! It's the first thing every dog owners train their pets to do. My dog bitch Rory, have you ever heard of a pet use the toilet in the house? I guess not. Rory, you promised me to be my little obedient 'dog' bitch just a few minutes ago. I'm your owner, my littles 'dog', and you'll obey your master's every wish from now on like a good little 'dog'! So from now on, my dearest Rory, I'll lead you by your dog leash for dog walks every day to the backyard so that you can do your business outside, understood my bitch 'dog' Rory!." Master Itami said sternly with emphasis on 'dog' every time he said the word.

Rory was flabbergasted, her lord just couldn't mean what he just said, and it's just too mind-boggling to contemplate what he wanted her to do. But in her heart Rory knew he was very serious, he meant every word he said! She loved being her master's pet dog, but this was getting a bit too real and nasty, and way beyond play acting now.

"You don't really mean you want me to...to..." Rory was too embarrassed and quite perturbed to finish the sentence. And still Rory held on to a slim hope that he was just joking.

"Oh yes, I want you to piss and shit outside of the house from now on Rory, just like a real dog would! I only wish it's possible to have you do it on the street sidewalk or even at the park around the corner! Hmmm. . . Just maybe possible that I could take you to the park after midnight when nobody is around. I could lead you crawling around the park by the dog-runs on a dog leash and let you do your business on the grass, just like other dog owners do with their pets in the day time. Oh yes, I think we should do a dry run one night next week to see if it could work out. I know you'll just love it, my little dog bitch Rory! Even though it will be in the middle of the night, wasn't it just a great idea, my dear Rory, doing it in an actual public park? " Master Itami exclaim excitedly. And without waiting for an answer, he continued.

"Rory, I'll design and make a nice litter box with your name on it for you to shit in tomorrow so that you wouldn't mass up the patio! But I really prefer to see you shit and piss in the park though. By the way, you're not permitted to eat at the table anymore. I'll also provide you with two dog bowls, with your name on them too, of course, one for food and the other one for water. Dogs don't eat with people on the dinning table, so from now on, my dog bitch you'll be eating on the floor under the dinning table with your dog leash tied to the table legs. How do you like that, my dog bitch Rory!"

Rory was too shock and numb to respond immediately and all this talk of pissing, shitting, litter box and dog bowls was just too monstrous and vile for me to contemplate. Oh yes, Rory was surprised when her lord told her he wanted to ring, pierce and brand her, and She was quite shock and disbelieved that he even wanted to secure her pussy hole and ass hole with locks in addition to permanently modify her clitoris. But Rory was never in anger or anguish over what her lord planed to do to her sexual organ as well as her most personal and secretive delicate feminine places. Rory not only accepted but embraced his plans joyously, for her body was no longer her own, it belonged to her master, her owner! As for him wanting to breed his underage slave repetitively, of course Rory was shock and stunned initially.

However, once She was informed that she would be fucked by an dog, Rory was ecstatic right away of the prospect of impregnated by her lord's dog over and over again, and the joy of giving births to a dog-human hybrid.

Rory had to admit that she loved to be dog collared and leashed, the very essence and symbolism of her enslavement to her own owner. All this time, Rory thought it was just a game of fantasy to pretend to be an affectionate and obedient pet dog with a most loving lord as her owner. All of a sudden, the significance of all the patting and calling me his good 'dog' earlier really became crystal clear to her now. And to her utter dismay, Rory just realized what her lord really had in mind was so hideous and repulsive. Her lord actually wanted to turn his girlfriend into a real pet, a dog bitch in every sense! It just sadden her to the core of her being and Rory still couldn't accepted the fact that it was her master's intentions all along. And by his calling her 'Rory' now made the relationship between her and her lord seemed even more obscene at the moment. Rory was simply reduced to just an animal, a dog bitch slave to her lord now!

Rory cringed with outrage and indignation when she thought that her own lord wanted her to perform and act like an animal. But isn't that's what she was now, instead of a incredibly beautiful and very youthful looking little girl of twelve years of age, she had became a dog bitch slave crawling on all fours, dog collared and leashed not unlike a real dog by her own thirty-year-old owner! Rory was beyond shock now, her face turn crimson with embarrassment and humiliation picturing herself pissing and shitting on all fours like an animal in front of her own young owner right at the public park! Rory was quite nauseous and angry, It almost made her cried.

"Rory, didn't I tell you this is one of my fantasies too, to own and train a dog bitch? When I was a little boy, I always wanted a puppy, but dad won't let me have one.

Now, I'm older, I no longer want a puppy, I want a full-grown naked little girl, a dog bitch for a pet. I just can't believe my good fortune that everything has turned out so perfectly. I never dream that one day my own sexy beautiful girlfriend will become my very own little dog bitch. In this case, reality is definitely way better then fantasy! Rory, I'm going to train you to be the best dog bitch that you can be and then I'm going to show you off to my friends! Oh yes, you're going to my 'slave dog show'.

Why do think I want to pierce and ring you as well as brand my name onto your breasts, pussy lips and asscheeks, and put locks on your pussy and asshole. Oh, don't forget the modifications planed for your crown jewel- the clitoris, it'll guarantee to be a showstopper.

Besides for my own enjoyment, Rory, I want you on display so that the whole world, well, at least in the beginning anyway, just all my friends will know that you belong to me, that I'm your owner, and you're my underage sex slave and my loyal dog bitch! I only wish there were some kind of human kennel clubs somewhere we could join, so that I could exhibit you after all the body-modification works have done on your sexy body, and when you're well trained to compete for trophies and prizes! Hmmm...I'm going to search the Internet tonight to see what kind of deviant clubs out there that we could join in the future. Let's go on with your toilet training. And starting from tomorrow, in addition to toilet training, we'll simultaneously start on your obedience training too, my dog bitch Rory!" Master Itami declared excitedly.

When her lord yanked on her dog leash forcefully to urge Rory to crawl forward, her mind was still in a turmoil and Rory was quite miserable and despondent. There was absolutely no doubt whatsoever in her mind that her lord was, even now, looking foreword quite eagerly to mold and train her, his own supposedly beloved lover, to becoming practically a real human pet, a genuine dog bitch for him to own! Rory was devastated with humiliation and mortification when Rory thought that her lord even considered having her performing degrading and disgusting acts such as peeing and shitting in front of his friends, as well as other strangers.

He wanted her, his own girlfriend to be his 'show dog', to be exhibited and performing like a sexually aroused animal! Rory felt betray, as all her anger had spent, She became quite disheartened and depressed. Didn't he loves her anymore that he wanted to dehumanize and debase his own girlfriend to such an extent. Rory emotion took a nosedive, from extreme euphoria for thinking of going to become her own master's wife only a few moments ago to her present state of emotional deep anguish. Rory was sadden and heartbroken.

When her lord sensed her reluctance and hesitation to crawl forward, Rory thought he would be mad. Instead, he walked back to her side slowly and tugged on her dog leash gently ,and with his fingers on her chin, he tenderly lift her dejected bowing head. When he took in the sad look on her crestfallen face and traces of tears in her sad blue eyes and cheeks, Master Itami immediately hugged her head to his chest and was ever so gently and lovingly stroking her blonde hair.

"Oh my sweet lovely Rory, don't be sad, I only want to make you happy. I really believed this is what you want. I thought you'd enjoy being train to be my real pet and that you would love to perform for your owner, your master. My darling Rory, don't you want to be your loving master's obedient pet, my dog bitch anymore?" Master Itami whispered to her softly and endearingly.

Rory was confused and bewildered, her lord seemed very caring at the moment, but he was so callously going about the task of training and transforming her virtually into his pet dog, into an animal.

"Do you still love. . . me as a woman and as a lover, my owner, my master?" Rory asked uncertainly.

"Oh my dearest Rory, you're the love of my life, don't you ever doubt that. I love you more than anything in the whole world!" Her lord declared emphatically.

Master Itami kissed Rory passionately on her lips, and after an eternity of open mouthed tongue dueling, saliva exchanging between slave and owner; they finally had to disengage their mouths for lack of air. Her lord looked earnestly into her eyes with tenderness and love, oh yes, quite unmistakably, the love of a lord for his beloved slave!

"Rory, I promised you I'd take very good care of you for the rest of our lives. Don't you believe me? I want to make you the happiest slut on earth! I love you even more now that you have become my sex slave. I know I have a very strange way of showing my love to you. I'm sorry Rory, I should have explain everything fully from the beginning, and tell you what I really wanted from you and than go about your training gradually. It's just that I have fantasized about training a dog bitch for such a long time and formulated many plans in my mind, I guess I was a little too eager once you became my sex slave, and I wanted to advance to the next level. I just wanted to start your training program right away. I guess I was too impatient to wait, and I just wanted to accomplish everything all at once." Master Itami smile a little sheepishly and continued.

"Rory, you told me you wanted me to treat you like shit and a slut slave. Didn't I warn you that I would exploit you to the extreme? Well, I'm just taking it a little further. I want to train and make you into my very own dog bitch for real, and I'm going to treat you like a real little dog bitch slave. Didn't you just promised me that you're going to be my most obedient little slave bitch, Rory. Deep down I just know this is what you really wanted, what we both wanted. Why don't you just let yourself go completely, and enjoy all the things I'm going to do to you, my darling beautiful sexy Rory!"

"What about the pissing and. . . and eating feces stuff, my master, it sounds so nasty and disgusting!" Rory asked with distaste.

"Don't you want to piss and shit for your lord and master, my sweet obedient dog bitch Rory?" Master Itami said it so tenderly and enticingly Rory almost cum just then.

"My darling, will you still respect me after..I... I defecating and urinating in front of you, my owner, my master". Rory looked her lord in the eyes lovingly and hopefully, and she asked him softly with a most shamefully embarrassing redden face.

Shitting and peeing were the most private and personal things one dose in life, and most definitely everyone was doing it in the privacy of the restrooms, but now her lord wanted her to perform such embarrassing personal deeds in front of him and even for his friend and others! And Rory couldn't have even imagine what other nasty and degrading things he wanted her to do in the future!

"Oh my sweet sweet Rory, I'll always respect you! You're a beautiful naked middle schooler slave girl, who loved me unconditionally and nurture me with such tender care all these years! Of course, I'll respect you; I respected you when you cleaned my feces coated penis with your tongue. I respect you when you're collared and dog leashed and crawling on your hands and knees like a dog bitch right now. My darling Rory, I promise you I'll even respect you when I'll be peeing on you face and all over your slutty naked body and then order you to drink my urine during your toilet training! " Master Itami said confidently with reassurances.

When Master Itami noticed her shocking expression, he smiled engagingly; he knew that by now Rory was starting to accept her fate-being a real pet dog for her lord to own.

"Oh yes, it's part of your toilet training program, Rory, and you'll learn to love the taste of my urine in time if not right away. And I'll even train you to drink your own urine too, my darling slave bitch Rory!" Master Itami declared with a mischievous smile on his face. After a poignant pause, then he continued,

"And it's sure about time I take care of you for a change. You know I adore you, Rory don't you? I love you with all my heart and I only wanted you to be happy. Don't you ever doubt it again! And don't worry a thing from now on, just give yourself completely to me, and I swear to you, you'd be in very good hands, Rory. I promise you I'll never let any real harm ever come to you and I'll never do anything to you or order you to do anything you really don't want! I have so many marvelous plans for both you and me in the future, and I promise you my darling Rory, you'll love every minute of it! My dearest Rory, you are my most precious and treasured procession. I'll cherish you and adore you for being my beautiful sexy Rory, and the future mother of my children. And I'll love to humiliate and torture you and make you do disgusting and nasty things for me and my friends for being my obedient little underage bitch, my slut sex slave!" Master Itami said sincerely and earnestly while he was looking at Rory with both love for her as a lord and lust for her as her master and owner.

Suddenly, everything was beautiful again and all her misgivings and wretchedness were gone. Her heart was singing with joy, her beloved lord still loved her and would continuously to love her!

The thought of pissing and shitting right in front of her lord didn't seem so humiliating and degrading anymore, instead it became very sinfully erotic and excitingly degenerate to her now! Even if her beloved lord and master ordered her to piss and shit in front of his friends.

Rory would have done it for him readily now! Rory was in a sexual submissive induced euphoric state of mind that even the thought of being peed on by her master or his friends was a turn on for her. Rory wondered what her master's urine would taste like and would he want her drink his piss and her own piss in front of his friend? May be he would even want her to drink his friends piss too!

And Rory didn't mind She would be doing any of these nasty and degrading things now. Wasn't this what Rory wanted all along, to be treated like shit, to be her own master's slut bitch slave! And Rory have a feeling that She would love being her master's pet dog for real!

When Rory remembered that her lord wanted her to eat and drink out of real dog bowls on the floor, Rory had to know.

"Honey, are you going to feed your Rory dog food from now on, my owner, my master?" Rory asked impishly.

Rory was confident that her lord loved her and always will love her now. Rory had resolved the issue of being humiliated and debased of having to do the most filthy and disgustingly things on command for her owner. Even if Rory was ordered to shit and piss in front of a crowd of strangers, she'll do it joyously, simply because her lord, her master wanted her to and Rory want to obey and please her master. And now, Rory definitely had no qualms about eating dog food if that's what her owner, her owner wanted her to eat!

He laughed right out as if it's a big joke.

"Rory, I love you very much, you know that now don't you? I might want you to become my dog bitch for real, but I won't want you to eat dog food every day. Besides, you'll be doing all the cooking anyway. Rory, you need all the nutrients if you're going to keep up your sexual stamina, and besides that, the tremendous amount of sex juices produced constantly by your pussy needs to be replenishing too with healthy food."

Suddenly there was a roguish grin appeared on his handsome boyish face.

"Rory, unless you really wanted me to feed you dog food, I could occasionally open a can or two for your enjoyment, and I might want you to eat a can of real dog food now and then to entertain my friends. However, Rory, you'd still be eating out of the dog bowls on the floor though, no matter it's human food or it's dog food! You like that my sweet dog bitch Rory." He said endearingly.

"My master, I love to be call dog bitch Rory by you, honey, and I truly don't mind eating out of dog bowls on the floor from now on. Actually I really would love to eat real dog food once in a while; it will definitely make me feel more like a real dog, your very own dog bitch, my master, my owner." After a short pause, Rory added playfully.

"My darling owner, you could teach your dog bitch Rory some dog tricks like fetch, rollover or even play-dead for you and your friends! And Rory really hope the public park thing will work out alright, than She could bring the dog leash to you, my master, in my mouth like a real dog and anticipating that my master, my owner would take me out to the park for dog walks and other ah. . . nasty things!" Rory said mischievously while waggled her ass playfully.

Rory truly loved to address her darling lord not only by 'my master' as he ordered her to, but also by 'my owner', in addition to 'my owner', as well as calling herself his 'dog bitch Rory', as often as Rory could now whenever she talked to him. And by doing so, Rory relish the fact that they are not only just slave and lord to each other but also emphasis the true state of their unholy relationship, that not only Rory was her master's sex slave and possession, but she was also his pet dog! Every time Rory addressed her darling lord in such ways, it sent a thrill down her spine. Rory noticed that her beloved owner, her owner loved it too. And in return, he has called her 'Rory' all the time and sometimes even quite endearingly by adding 'darling' and 'dearest' just like Rory did.

Rory have finally accepted the fact that her lord wanted her to be his pet dog for real. Rory will oblige her master willingly and even enthusiastically now, and transform herself virtually into a dog or at least as close as she could be to the real thing. Rory was really impatient for her training to begin so that she could become the best dog pet Rory for her beloved owner! Didn't they say be aware what you asked for, because you may get it?

"Oh, my master, I can't wait for my dog obedience training to start, please take me outside now. Your dog bitch is ready for her toilet training, my master, my owner!" Rory begged fervently.

"My darling Rory, I just knew you would love being my dog bitch! By the way, I have lots of sexier and nastier tricks other than fetch and rollover in mind for you to learn my dog slut! With me as your trainer, I'm absolutely sure you're going to turn out to be a very good little dog, and will be nearly indistinguishable from the real thing, my dearest dog bitch Rory!" With a huge smile on his face, Master Itami declared cheerfully with supreme confidence while patting her ebony head encouragingly.

"Rory, be a good dog now, and follow your master outside, my pet. And let the training begin!" Master Itami shout out the order impatiently, and pulled on her dog leash forcefully with urgency.

Rory crawled willingly now, even eagerly behind her young lord out onto the patio. When he leaded her by the dog leash like a pet dog to the middle of the patio, he stopped and turn around and walked behind her. With a strong tug he yanked his briefs right out of her vagina, her pussy hole was gapping open, a great deluge of accumulate pussy juice poured out like floodwaters to the cement floor. When the flow slowed down to a trickle, then slowly dripping down and coating the back of my quivering thighs.

"Open your knees wider, head down and ass up, dog bitch!" Master Itami barked.

"Still wider, dog bitch!" Master Itami ordered and jerked her leash strongly.

After Rory adjusted to the desired posture, Master Itami praised her by saying,

"Good dog!"

"Every time you come out here, in the park or even right in front of my friends to start your toiletry, dog bitch Rory; you'll assume this position. And before you're ready to piss, I want you to put your hands behind and stretch your pussy lips wide open, after you're pierced and ringed, you can just pull on the rings. And then rise one leg like a dog when you start to pee! Now, before you ready to shit, I want you do the same thing but without hoisting your leg, and be sure to pull your asscheeks as wide apart as possible so that your asshole will be spread wide open. I want to see everything that's coming out of both of your holes back here clearly. Now, Rory if you understood all my instructions then wiggle that adorable ass of yours for me a few times like a real dog bitch now!" Master Itami commanded.

After Rory wiggled and twisted her ass provocatively a few times, suddenly she felt a couple of stinging slaps on the tender supple flesh of her buttocks. Rory knew for certain that her owners' palm prints were imprinted brightly on each half moon of her flawlessly creamy asscheeks! Master Itami chuckled pleasingly and commented

"That's real nice, my little dog. You're ass looks a little more appealing now my pet. I only wish I had a whip on hand, so that I could add half a dozen more painful red stripes on your creamy soft asscheeks! My dear sweet Rory, your tender delicious ass is made to be whipped! Oh, this just reminds me that I should go to the Internet and order a more of whips and canes, and some bondage stuff too. And of course, I better not forget to order a custom designed collar and pendant for you to wear on your neck and a large vibrating butt pug for your tiny asshole! Something seems to be still missing, " After considered for a little while, Master Itami exclaimed excitedly,

"Ohhh. . .I know what you need, a tail, Rory bitch! Yes, every little dog has a tail; I'll just have to fashion a tail from some real furs and glue to the large butt plug. When you ass is not locked up, you'll be wearing a tail in your asshole my dog bitch Rory! You like that Rory dearest?"

"Yes, master, this bitch love the dog tail."

Itami rammed the huge butt plug deep into the priestess small rectum until it was enclosed completely by her pink anal ring. With only the furry tail visible, it looked like the petite girl did indeed had a real dog tail growing out of her pinky anus!

"My slave Rory, you have a dog tail now, so you're a a real dog now! Until I remove your dog tail, no more walking, or speaking, and only crawling and barking like a real dog, have you understand, slave bitch Rory?" Itami shouted.

"Yes, my master, my owner. Your dog bitch Rory understood."

Even before Rory finished what she thought was a most appropriated answer, half a dozen viciously stinging slaps rained down on her tender asscheeks!

"Bad dog! Bad Bad dog! What did I tell you? No more speaking! Now, my dog bitch Rory, do it right this time, or you'll be whipped severely." The general threatened.

"Woof! Woof!" Rory barked timidly.

"Bark louder, and wag your dog tail, my dog bitch Rory!" Her owner ordered.

"Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!" The naked priestess barked loudly while wagging her dog tail with tremendous enthusiasm.

"Good dog!" Itami praised her and patted her on the head.

"From now on, always wag your tail when you bark, my dog bitch Rory, understand!" Itami asked.

The naked priestess barked and wagged her dog tails thus happily earned more praise and patting from her beloved owner.

With a strong tug Itami yanked his briefs right out of her vagina, the priestess pussy hole was gapping open, a great deluge of accumulate pussy juice poured out like floodwaters to the ceramic floor. When the flow slowed down to a trickle, then slowly dripping down and coating the back of her quivering thighs.

"Open your knees wider, head down and ass up, dog bitch!" Itami barked.

"Still wider, dog bitch!" Itami ordered and jerked her leash strongly.

After Rory adjusted to the desired posture, Itami praised her by saying, "Good dog!"

Itami then brought the glass bowl to Rory's mouth. "Wanna have another drink, Rory?" He asked.

"Yes, Please, Master. Let this dirty slut drink her own urine." Rory whispered shyly.

"Then drink it, Rory," he said. "Drink your own piss like the bitch you are."

Rory obeyed immediately and opened her mouth really wide and lapped her tongue into her own piss like a real dog, drinking from its bowl. Her piss was a little salty, but not unpalatable. In fact, it was quite tasty and delicious to her.

Itami started to pour her combined piss and cunt juices from the bowl into her mouth. As he tip the bowl to her lips, the priestess drank deeply, gulping as she swallowed her own hot golden piss, until the bowl was empty. The delicious taste of her own piss lingered inside her mouth. Her cunt leaked out more cunt juice as she came.

"Good Dog, now lick the bowl clean for me." Itami said while he handed the now empty glass bowl to the priestess.

Rory licked the glass bowl with her sexy pink tongue like a cat until it's spotless. She handed the bowl back to Itami for inspection with anticipation and eagerness.

"Nice dog, open your dog mouth now and stick your tongue out." The general commanded.

Rory complied immediately with joy, her mouth wide open and her tongue hanging outlike a dog.

"What's a beautiful tongue you have here my slutty bitch," Itami grabbed her tongue with his hand and pulled it out hard as if he wanted to rip her tongue out, the action caused Rory great pain and it also prevented her from speaking. "I guess this mouth pussy of yours only good at sucking dick and drinking piss. Isn't that right, dog bitch?"

"My nice dog bitch, now masturbate your owner until I ejaculated inside your dog mouth now!" Itami commanded as he let go of her poor tortured tongue.

Rory wrapped both hands around Itami's enormous meat stalk and proceeded to jerk up and down on his beautiful penis. The underage priestess jerked her master's penis faster and faster until he was about to ejaculate.

When the naked priestess brought the mushroom head of her master penis just inside her lips, her darling master started to ejaculate ropey strands after ropey strands of pearly gelatinous life giving sperm inside the cavity of her wide open mouth.

Rory petite mouth was almost filled to capacity with semen after Itami finished cumming. And he wiped the last clinging drop of sperm from his pee hole onto the adolescents priestess outstretched hanging tongue.

Itami admired her opened mouth fill with his hot creamy sperm immensely. Rory jaw started to get tired until he ordered her to swallow his sperm slowly and play with it with her tongue as it go down her throat into her stomach. His sperm was delicious and the experience was so erotic that she cum many times during the entire proceedings.

"Good dog!" Itami praised her and patted her on her head after she showed him her empty mouth entirely free of any trace of his sperm. "Now, regenerate your master's balls."

Rory complied immediately, placing her hand on his bladder, in just seconds his balls were filled to capacity with hot spermatic fluid so much that it started to ejaculate semen all over the floor. Ropey strands after ropey strands of pearly gelatinous life giving semen were spattered all over the bathroom ceramics floor.

"Ah I cumming!"

Itami slapped her really hard caused Rory to tumble over the floor. It hurt! Rory pushed herself back up with her knees trembling so badly she could fall back down again at any time and to her excitement she felt that familiar gust of wind as Itami right hand slapped her other cheeks caused her to tumble down on the floor again.

Her master then grasped Rory by the hair up to slap her again then again then again. Rory sure that Itami's palm prints were imprinted brightly on each side of her flawlessly snowy cheeks. The priestess cried out with pain and pleasure as her small adolescent body rocked by non-stop orgasms. She squirmed in his hands like a fish on a hook. Rory loved the strong and dominant side of master.

Rory head was now spinning and her vision was blurry but her heard her Master said. "Look at the mess you have made, you cocksucker!" Her Master voice no longer containing a shred of that soft tone he used just before, he literally barked at her.

"Get your fucking tongue out and clean up the mess you made. Semen dumpster." Itami ordered while tugging on her dog leash forcefully downward to induce Rory head to come down. Oh God, she loved being treated like the worthless whore like she was.

Rory immediately lowered her head to the floor and struck her ass way up in the air, wagging her tail proudly. Then she started to shamelessly lick up all the large and small puddles of Itami delicious semen on the floor where she kneeled. Oh the gelatinous life giving semen so delicious! Semen, semen Rory love semen.

After that, the sperm-loving priestess even crawling all over the bathroom to find and lick up all the scattered droplets of her master's sperm with great enthusiastic. No one could believe the priestess of Emroy could act like a depraved slave bitch like this, but Rory didn't care at all, all she care of was the delicious fatty semen on the floor and as a bitch she must clean it up with her tongue. In a few minutes the bathroom floor was spotless.

"You seem to love my sperm right? Then catch this you whore."

Sitting on the bathroom chair, Itami jerked his penis faster and faster until he ejaculated rows and rows of spermatic fluid to the air. The milky white spermatic fluid glistening in the light appealingly. With her superhuman reflex, Rory caught her beloved sperm mid-air using her mouth only. It tasted so good.

Itami then redirected his penis to the wall then shoot his spermatic fluid. Rory rushed to the wall on her fours like a dog to lick the hot sperm off the wall. She really was a shameless sperm loving bitch.

"Do you like my semen, my slave cunt Rory?"

"Yes, Master. Your slave dog are grateful for your delicious sperm." Rory continued to lick the sperm on the wall enthusiastically as she replied.

Itami then shot his sperm onto his feet. The perverted priestess crawled toward him before kneeling down on her fours to lick the semen on her master feet. First she kissed his toes then stuck her dainty pretty pink tongue out to lick the semen on her master midfoot shamelessly. All Rory cares about was pleasing her master. For a slutty bitch like her licking master's feet was the greatest honor.

Itami kicked Rory in the face hard caused her to stumble over the floor. He then stepped on her head, flattening her nose.

"You like being stepped on like this right? That's it right!? You perverted little girl. You want to eat my semen right? Come on, beg your master! Say it."

"Yes, please let me eat your sperm, master."

An depraved idea suddenly flashed in his head. "It can't be helped then." Itami shot his sperm toward the toilet seat caused the sperm-craving priestess to jump toward the toilet seat and started licking it.

"Thank you so much master...for sparing you holy semen to me, a lowly sow. To amend for my foolish mistake.. I shall devote my life for you as a sperm dumpster for you to use."

She started with the seat cover then the seat ring finally Rory put her entire head inside the toilet bowl then lapped up the toilet water with her tongue like a thirsty dog. The whole scene was so damn depraved and erotic. The elegant Rory Mercury was licking the toilet.

Went up to Rory, Itami slapped her wobbly unblemished asscheeks hard, before pushed the naked priestess head deep into the toilet bowl before flushing the toilet causing her to choke off the toilet liquid as the toilet water entered her nose, mouth and ears. The humiliation caused her cunt to squirt even more cunt juice shamelessly.

Pulling Rory head up by her long ebony hair, Itami looked at the priestess unkempt face. "Your face is the definition of cute yet still oozes allure with your messy hair, silky smooth skin on a petite body and orgasmic face. What a disgraceful slave bitch." said Itami as he threw her naked body violently toward the wall.

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Itami led the perverted underage whore with long shapely legs, voluptuous asscheeks and erected pink nipples Rory into the men's bathroom.

It was quiet here because no one used it in the early morning, the lights weren't on, but the morning light was still enough to illuminate the entire toilet area.

Men's toilets give off an unpleasant smell typical of public toilets, partly because of many users, partly because they are rarely cleaned.

The whole toilet area has 5 washbasins, 3 standing urinals and 5 sitting toilets, the items are all old, yellow stains mixed with a faint smell are enough to understand how old they are.

The green tiled floor was also stained with stains and shoe prints, and Rory crawled naked on the floor and clearly felt the dirt on the floor.

"Disgusting." That's the word that can be used to describe this toilet.

Master Itami led the shameless underage and whorelike Rory to the toilet first, the slave whore Rory immediately smelled the stench coming from the toilet, she slightly frowned, the smell made Rory uncomfortable but she did not dare to move.

"Lick it." The Master gave his slave whore the order cruelly.

The perverted and naked whore Rory panicked in her heart… She didn't expect her owner to force this bitch slave to clean this dirty toilet.

It's not that she hasn't done it, at home every morning it also cleans the toilet for her beloved owner, but that toilet smells much cleaner than this toilet.

But now her owner makes her lick the dirty toilet, which is full of dirt as well as waste that she don't know how many men discharge here.

However, the underage whore did not have much time to think, she had to crawl back, she hesitated to look at the toilet and then slowly reach out her soft tongue to lick the toilet bowl...

The lustful tongue that usually serves her owner diligently is now forced to lick the public toilet, a bit of dirt on the toilet makes it close its eyes, not daring to look at the toilet.

The bitch brushed her tongue around the toilet bowl, the slightly sticky urine was now cleaned up better than the cleaning staff.

"Lick down too." Itami stood with her arms crossed, watching the female dog with a sadistic look and give orders.

Rory really didn't want to do it, but she was forced to brush her whorelike tongue down the disgusting toilet, the dirt was cleaned up by the bitch's diligent lustful tongue.

The faint stench of the toilet bowl kept coming to her elegant nose, making the female dog not only close her eyes but try to breathe as little as possible so as not to smell this unpleasant smell.

"Phew..."

The naked female dog sobbed, she licked the outside of the toilet forever and now they become shiny white like new, the dirt is cleaned and much less rotten smell.

"Woof woof… Slave Rory has finished licking, Master…" The slave dog reported to her owner with her head bowed.

"Ha…Who said you're done…Ha ha…Lick the inside of the toilet too, that's where you need to clean up haha…" Itami laughed, teasing the juvenile slave whore.

Rory owner's smug laugh seemed to be more deliberately humiliating the slave whore Rory, but she had to bow her head to do as her master wanted.

Rory had only just brought her bewitching face to the wall of the toilet, but the smell of stench hit her nose and she couldn't stand it. Rory gritted her teeth and tried to hold it in as she stretched out the tip of her clove tongue to lick the toilet.

Itami watched with interest from her naked bitch licking the toilet, her head pressed against the toilet while her petite butt instinctively raised higher, this scene was just too lewd.

Itami stood there excitedly watching the juvenile whore Rory reluctantly lick the toilet bowl, satisfied with the feeling of domination in his heart...

The feeling that his sex slave must obey all his commands, do as he pleases, is no different from a real dog.

Meanwhile, Rory quarreled to cope with the typical stench of public toilets, she tried to quickly lick her tongue, praying to God that the toilet would automatically become cleaner.

"Phew..." Rory licked and cleaned the inside of the toilet, the tired bitch sat on the floor panting, the toilet was dirty and smelled like torture.

"Pink…Pink…Woof…" The juvenile bitch Rory looked at her owner with pitiful eyes.

Licking the toilet bowl was a horrible experience for the whore like her, the stench still wafting around her nose, making Rory nauseous but she held back.

"Hmm…All right, you need to work harder." Itami nodded in satisfaction.

The filthy toilet bowl is now much slicker, and the poop or urine that gets stuck on the toilet is licked off by the naked and masochistic bitch Rory. As for the stains that are not clean, they cannot be removed, so Itami did not make it difficult for his whore.

"Let's go, bitch Rory." Itami led the naked bitch Rory to the second toilet. The poor masochistic female dog thought she was freed.

Rory looked at the second toilet in disappointment, it forced the urge to throw up to face the toilet and started "cleaning the toilet" again.

"Cough...Cough..."

The masochistic and juvenile whore Rory was passionately cleaning the toilet and fighting the stench when she heard said that someone had entered the toilet.

Rory frozen, in the heart of the lustful bitch she afraid of being discovered, the dog instinctively stopped in surprise and looked at her owner asking for his opinion.

"What are you looking at? Keep licking." Itami

"Woof..." Rory barked softly and returned to her humiliating work.

The person who just entered was urinating in the room next to them, as evidenced by the clear sound of urine and toilet flushing, then the stranger also washed his hands and left, leaving a quiet space for both.

After licking and licking the second toilet, the owner took the lustful prostitute through the third one to lick it, then the fourth and fifth, also the last one.

Rory was tired of accepting her fate, her tongue was tired from licking, the feeling of nausea and the filthy scene made him close his eyes and hold his breath to lick.

The culmination was that the owner discovered that she closed her eyes and licked it, so she forced it to open its eyes and breathe evenly through the nose.

Only now did Rory understand how horrible it felt, to have to look at a dirty toilet full of shit and urine from countless men, and have to clean them with her own tongue.

Rory couldn't help but vomit a lot into the 3rd toilet, making her owner so angry that she almost hit her beautiful face.

She went to the toilet too, but he couldn't help it.

The bitch chirped her head apologetically apologizing to her owner and then obediently licked the remaining 2 toilets, because she had already vomited, she had a better feeling when she had to deal with those disgusting toilets.

The sight of his bitch with her hands propped up against the toilet seat, her whole face down on the toilet, reaching out her tongue to diligently clean the toilet bowl for Itami was the most stimulating scene. Especially when Rory was still a noble nun but she committed to licking the toilet like a lowly whore.

The feeling of taming and humiliating a girl of supernatural status was always the most satisfying thing for Itami, which was why he was only interested in those with status.

"Master…Woof wool…Rory bitch is done licking." Rory wearily sobbed and reported to her master after cleaning 5 toilets.

"How? Do you like it?" Itami asked with a smile, but in Rory's eyes that was a smile of a demon.

"Woof-woof...Master..." Rory wanted to say no, but she hesitated to say so for fear of being caught lying by her master again thus punished again.

"Does Rory know why you have to lick the toilet?" Itami suddenly asked.

"Master, it's because the bitch Rory doesn't obey her master's orders." Rory answered fluently.

"And then?" Itami asked a question contradicted to Rory's imagination.

"Woof…" At this point, Rory fell into deep thought as to whether she had done anything wrong, clearly she was just not following her master's orders.

"Tch..." A slap hit Rory in the face, knocking her to the side.

"You make a mistake and you don't even know what you're doing?" Itami grabbed the bitch Rory's hair and asked.

"Master…Woof woof…" Rory fell into a panic, the masochistic juvenile bitch really didn't know what she was doing wrong, she was clearly just not following her master's orders.

"Aaaah..." Itami grabbed the bitch Rory's hair roughly, banging her head against the brick wall causing her to scream in pain, he then do that again and again to torture her. The impacts were so strong that there was a swelling on her head, it was just because she had too much hair that she couldn't see it clearly.

"You dare look up at your master without my permission, you know." Itami gritted her teeth and said.

Rory was in a daze, when she heard that, she suddenly remembered that this morning she subconsciously looked up at her master when she begged her master, and by law she was not allowed to look past her master's waist, not even once.

"Master…This stupid worthless bitch…apologizes a thousand times…Huh…" Rory panicked and cried apologetically.

"Licking the toilet is just a punishment for not following my orders, but you dare to look up at the owner so you will also have to be punished again …Hehe." Itami laughed heartily at the sight of the naked masochistic bitch cowering in fear.

"Master…It's this stupid and worthless bitch is naughty and deserves to be punish harder…Woof woof…"

"It's good to know, now put out your whorelike tongue, quick!" Itami ordered.

The nude Rory obediently stuck out her dedicated tongue, she looked at her owner with pitiful eyes. But he hit her head against the brick wall mercilessly and hurt the lewd underage whore a lot.

"Now lick the toilet floor….Hehe."

An order is like putting the shameless bitch in an ice cellar…

Licking the floor! this toilet is quite big but its tongue is tiny, so the bitch don't know how long she had to lick for its to finish.

"What are you looking, you masochistic whore? Start to lick it." Itami gave the female dog a slap on the cheek to wake the dog. Rory sobbed in acceptance of her fate as a sex slave, and once again she stretched out her red cloven tongue and began to lick the dirty smelly floor.

10 minutes later.

In the toilet at this moment the scene is extremely perverted and lewd, a beautiful underage girl forced to be naked is crawling on the floor, her hands on the floor, face down on the floor, tongue out and turning circle around to lick the floor.

The perverted girl's breathing was heavy, her ivory white body was dripping with sweat, there were still a few drops of dew on her cheeks, and her red eyes showed that the girl had just finished crying, it seemed that she did not like anything. I am working.

Chach….

The door opened, a few rays of light hit the girl's face, making her instinctively raise her face to look in the direction of the door.

"Master!" The naked underage girl cried out of habit.

"How, do you like licking?" Itami humorously looked at the masochistic whore who was still licking the floor, looking at her current position. Itami guessed that she had cleaned ⅔ of the toilet floor.

"Woof-woof...Master, your unworthy bitch is almost done..." Rory answered hastily, she almost forgot and look her master in the face.

"Ha ha…Let your master help you clean up." Itami walked up to the aroused bitch's back and opened his pants, revealing his sinewy but still impressive dick.

"Scruffy..." Cock in one hand, the other hand on Rory's rounded white ass. Itami shoved his huge dick, which was rapidly erecting, into the bitch's wetting cunt.

"Bai….Bai…Ọt….Lick that you disgusting bitch!…" Itami excitedly patted her rounded butt and gave an order.

Rory continued her work, hlegs straight, her slender hips bent 90 degrees so that her face was still on the floor, the tip of her tongue still working hard to clean the floor.

Itami grabbed the petite bitch's hips, her master's cock pounding in the back made the bitch's steps somewhat faster. Even so, her whorelike tongue was still working hard without a break.

The humiliating pleasure mixed with fatigue not only did not reduce but it also increase the cleaning efficiency of her lustful tongue. They are now operating at full capacity, the small perverted tongue of her swinging left and right continuously at high frequency.

The two quickly walked through the rest of the dirty toilet floor. Rory also quickly cleaned the smelly toilet. When she licked the last brick, the disintegrating female dog also had an orgasm from her owner's mighty cock thrusting into her whorelike cunt.

Her naked juvenile body was tired and exhausted, especially the dog's lewd tongue that had to work at full capacity for more than 20 minutes plus a violent orgasm. Everything seemed to drain the strength of the masochist bitch, so tired that she lay flat on the ground.

Her eyes were closed, but her lips seemed to show a satisfied smile, because Rory had successfully completed her master's punishment...

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The he went to the kitchen and returned with a dog food can, holding it in front of Rory's beautiful face. He opened a can of dog food and dumped the content into one of his dog bowl and filled the other one with toilet water and set both dog bowls down on the bathroom floor.

"Slave bitch Rory, you must be hungry, haven't you?"

Nodding submissively she replied. "Yes, Master!"

Rory then crawled on her hands and knees completely naked with her tortured nipples and enlarged clitoris exposed, her sexy dog tails wagging between her erotic ass crack, as Itami led her by the leash around the bathroom a few times and then finally in front of the dog bowls. He then ejaculated his hot sperm onto the dog bowls, rows of rows of sperm were mixed with the dog's food.

"Enjoy your meal my dog bitch." Said Itami as he positioned his dick toward the priestess naked body. "Regenerate my semen." He ordered.

As Rory complied she felt more and more like a real dog as she ingested the dog food mixed with semen only with her mouth and lapping up the toilet water with her tongue from the dog bowls quite resembling a real dog while being ejaculated all over her body.

Itami praised her by saying 'Good Dog', and 'What a nice dog you're Rory, while jerking on her leash then ejaculated on her silky smooth back.

"My dog bitch Rory, do you enjoy your food?" Itami asked her mockingly as he shot his hot semen directly to her insatiable face.

The naked priestess who was now covered in semen barked and wagged her dog tail in response. By the time Itami finished ejaculated, Rory entire body was covered by a thick creamy semen from her beautiful face to her smooth thighs!

Rory love being humiliated like this, her master precious semen was all over her perverted body. She was nothing more than a fuck meat, a human toilet, a cum dumpster, a slab of slut meat with fuck holes.

"Good dog, good slave whore Rory!" Itami laughed out loud.

Rory was so overwhelmed with emotion for looking and performing so much like a real dog for Itami, she almost believed she had indeed became a real dog at that moment. The naked priestess was shaking uncontrollably by waves upon waves of orgasms; huge amounts of feminine cum were ejaculating continuously into her vaginal cavities.

"After eating so much, your belly must be full. Now it's time to defecation for your master, my beautiful dog Rory!" Itami ordered as he pulled out Rory's butt plug to expose her rosy pink anus.

Suprised by the depraved order, Rory face turned red. But being a good slave as she was mean she must obey her master every orders so Rory quickly spread the two unblemished half moon of her alabaster white asscheeks as wide apart as she could.

She started to grunt and push real hard to squeeze her shit out. She had quite a hard time in the beginning; for one thing, it was not a natural position for a normal defecation, unless you're a real dog. And the other reason being she was quite conscious of the fact that Itami was unwaveringly watching her shitting in front of him for the very first time!

As Rory Mercury rosy pink asshole started to pucker outward and the loli priestess anus opened up gradually, she sensed that Itami's eyes were like twin laser beams intensely aimed on her gaping secret orifice. When her hairless and underage pussy started to convulsing and pulsating uncontrollably, Rory was beyond shame and she knew for certain that the biggest thrills of her life is yet to come!

Just as a large yellow slimy piece of shit was about to slide out of the loli priestess gapping asshole, Rory was literally quite out of her mind with ecstasy from performing such an unspeakably filthy and depraved act for her beloved master.

"Good dog, you're doing a great job, Rory! Come' on, keep pushing real hard now, it's about to come out all the way, my dog bitch Rory." Itami exclaimed excitedly.

It was so surreal Rory felt as if she was in a fog. Subconsciously she was reminding herself that she need to adjust the amount of aphrodisiac pheromone more careful. She was defecating like a dog for her owner amusement. A blissful smile appeared on Rory's lust-consumed face, and to think all this happed because she took a little step too far with her aphrodisiac pheromone resulted in her depraved situation!

Rory came out of her daydreaming with a snap by Itami loud cheer and urgings. The three inches long piece of yellow smelly shit was hanging from the mouth of her gapping asshole and them stretched even longer by gravity and finally felled on the piss and cunt juice spattered on the dog bowls between her wide spread legs.

The utter ungodliness of such a depraved act Rory was performing in front of her master Itami just dawn on her, her whole body was once again wracking by a series of mind shattering powerful orgasms. Just as her petite vagina spraying a jet of feminine cum juice outward, and her tiny urethra dribbled out a few drops of pee, the second solid yellow shit was emerging from her expending shit hole.

Itami was encouraging and cheering her on from behind enthusiastically. Rory grunted louder and contract her rectum muscle harder to force her second load completely out of her asshole. After she forced out three more long pieces of shit form her rectum, no matter how hard she tried, even until her anus was all pucker up and turned inside out; there was no more solid shit coming out of her asshole.

Except for a few tiny dribbles of watery feces clinging to the rime of her asshole, her rectum was finally quite empty. Itami then plunged her ass hole with the butt plug.

"Well done, good little dog! Stay as you're, my dog bitch Rory. Your asshole just look so depraved. All delicately pink and gapping wide open with just a little bit of shit smeared on the rime and dripping down your ass crack, Rory! " Itami praised her and then declared,

"Take a look at the pile of dog shit between your petite legs, my dog bitch Rory, I'm just amazed the amount of shit just came out of your depraved shit tube, Rory!" Itami commented while tugging on her dog leash forcefully downward to induce her head to come down.

Rory was so embarrassed to see there was such a large mound of her yellow smelly shit laid in the dog bowls just beneath her ass. It looked so disgusting, the smelly, steamy yellow shit came straight out of her underage rectum.

"Go get me a soupspoon, slave whore Rory." Itami commanded while ejaculated load of semen into the bowl of feces.

Rory compiled quickly and eagerly with anticipation.

"Rory, knee down in front of me, and open the cunt mouth of your, I'm going to feed you this yummy feces coming straight from your shit tube." Itami commanded while stirred and mixed the contents in the glass bowl with the spoon until the mixture of sperm, ass juice and shit became a very thick creamy brown substance.

"Do you want this, dog bitch Rory?"

"Yes, Milord, please feed this filthy toilet dog her own smelly disgusting yellow feces. I beg you." Rory was excited as she about to taste her own feces. This was the most humiliating thing she had ever done. Rory was more lowly than a slave.

"Then eat this." Itami jammed the spoon full of Rory's feces into the wide opened mouth of the humiliated priestess. The disgusting brown feces was all over her beautiful tongue.

When Rory tasted the first spoon full of this unholy concoction coming from her own asshole, she almost gagged and vomited. The thick stringy sauce of semen mixes shit had a very strong musty and stinky favor. It had a bitter and nasty shitty tasted to it.

Nevertheless, Rory wanted to please her master, so she forced herself to swallow her own feces down her throat. She then opened her now empty mouth to show her master that she indeed has ingested the entire spoonful of this foul tasting sperm and ass fluid mixed in with a little bit of her own flesh shit down her stomach.

"Does your feces taste good slave Rory?" Itami asked.

When he saw the distasteful expression on Rory's beautiful face, he laughed aloud. Still, he kept on feeding Rory spoonful after spoonful of this stinking thick shitty feces sauce mix. He kept asking her how did it tasted between each spoonful to make fun of her. Yet after half a dozen spoonfuls of this stuff, it didn't seem so bad to her anymore.

The thought that this stringy thick shitty tasting sauce not only has been in her own asshole but were the combinations of Itami's sperm and her ass juice plus her freshly produced feces almost blow her mind. Her taste buds seen to switch to another level, she started to ingest each subsequent spoonful with relish and eagerness as if this stuff that just came out of her own asshole was the most delicious meal in the world.

Itami were astonished from the blissful looks on Rory face that she really started to enjoy the taste of the nasty and smelly stuff from her ass.

"You really like eating your own shit, my dog bitch?" He asked.

"Yes Master, This dog-cunt loves eating her own feces!" Rory said shamefully, her face brushing pink.

"Well, there is no more shit for you. Now lick the bowl clean, Rory you feces-eating bitch." Itami said and handed the empty glass bowl to the naked priestess.

After Rory licked the bowl of feces with her tongue, and then she handed it back to Itami for his inspection. Rory was so proud with herself, she was a good slave for her master.

"Wow, it's so clean, you don't need to wash it any more slave bitch Rory!" Itami commented while slapped her on the cheeks.

Rory was so overwhelmed with emotion for looking and performing so much like a real dog for Itami, she almost believed she had indeed became a real feces eating bitch at that moment.

The feces-eating priestess was shaking uncontrollably by waves upon waves of orgasms; huge amounts of her feminine cum cream were ejaculating continuously into her vaginal cavities. Rory had never cum this fast or this much when not engaging in any form of sexual activity with Itami or not being physically punished by him.

"I ought to take a picture of this. Hey, what I really should do is video and document all of your slave training proceedings from now on, Rory. I bet there is a huge market for these types of videotapes. I'll videotape all the special events too; like our wedding and your other public performances, and I could even write movie scripts for you to star in. I'm going to be a big time porno-movie producer and make tons of money. And you, my beautiful dog bitch Rory, are going to be a star!" Itami declared delightfully.

Instead of embarrassed or even humiliated for being the star of such extremely bizarre and depraving toilet training videos and pornographic movies, Rory was actually quite pleased and gratifying that because of the possible future videotape sales, more people would know that she was a sex slave and dog bitch!

Itami stepped right behind her wide spread legs and she saw her master dick getting closer to her anus.

Rory beautiful hands were still on her buttocks to kept her asscheeks spread wide apart and her asshole remained quite open; then she felt the large mushroom head of Itami penis touched the rime of her wide-open asshole.

Rory let out a scream as Itami monster dick buried all the way to the root inside her 13 year-old rectum in one plunge! He withdrew his huge dick almost entirely out of her loli rectum and then plunged all the way back inside in one stroke again, Rory back passage was throbbing with pain from this unaccustomed abuse.

Rory's asshole was on fire; her small body was convulsing with orgasms by pain and pleasure. As her master continued to plunged his dick in and out, fucking her shit tube relentlessly, with the aid of some remaining shit as lubricant, eventually her tight back passage become adjusted to his size and his rough treatment of her delicate rectal interior walls.

Just when Rory was getting comfortable to the pounding of her ass by her beloved master, he withdrew his penis from her asshole abruptly caused her anal prolapsed. Her rectum blooms like a magnificent red rose at its peak; the fleshy petals of her anus quivering with pleasure as her swollen orgasmic pussy squirts abundantly.

Rory was little disappointed that her master didn't bath her depraved preteen rectum with his red-hot sperm.

Itami walked and stood in front of her face, his enormous penis was entirely coated thickly with her stinky shit and leveled with her mouth. The smell of her own shit was so overwhelming to her senses, Rory felt a little nauseated and almost vomited, she knew what was expected of a whore like herself, so without even being commanded, the semen- addicted Rory opened her pussy mouth right away.

"Nice dog!" Itami praised and patted Rory on her head as he plunged his entire feces-coated penis all the way down her throat.

Rory almost gagged by the enormous size of her master's penis and the nasty taste of her own feces. As Itami withdrew his penis slowly from her throat, Rory closed her mouth and wrapped her lips around his penis tightly. When he started to fuck her mouth with the in and out actions, Rory proceeded to lick and clean her own shit from his engorged penis with her tongue and bath his precious sex organ with her saliva.

Unlike previous occasions, this time there were not only Rory ass juices but also fair amounts of her own feces was brought along from her just defecated rectum by her master's enormous penis! Gradually, Rory became adapted to the taste of her own shit and some how it seemed more flavorsome by the minute, and the feces-loving Rory started to clean and lick her master's penis with relish. Eventually, all the shit coated on her master's penis were wash down her loli throat with her master's pre-cum and her loli salvia.

After all the shitty taste had vanished from her cunt mouth, Rory became dedicate in giving her master the best blowjob he ever had. But all of a sudden, her master stopped his fucking motion, and withdrew his entire penis from her petite mouth. Once again Rory was disappointed, she wanted to ingest her master's precious sperm instead wearing on her dog face. But she was glad that she was wrong this time.

"Rory, you've been a good slave girl this night," Itami said, "so I'm going to give you a nice reward. Return a favor so to speak."

"Lick at my ass slave bitch Rory!" Itami ordered.

Rory shoved her beautiful face downward, pressing her mouth into her master ass, her tongue pressing into the crack of her master's ass, Rory could feel the heat of his ass as her tongue probed.

His scrotum balls were now against her nose, and she inhaled the scent of him, loving it. She licked up and down his asscheeks, feeling them became wet with her saliva. Rory probed against his asshole, hearing her master moan in pleasure.

"Ahh...good job, you ass-licking priestess!"

Rory stared at the tight pucker of her master divine asshole. Her clit became painfully distended, and she shoved her tongue tightly against that crinkled asshole. The heat of it seemed to burn her tongue, blister it. She licked swiftly, tasting her master's asshole. Soft mewls began coming from her as she licked and probed Itami's asshole. She didn't dare try to slide her tongue into his ass, not unless she was told to.

Just above her master cock scrotum, Rory saw his mighty cock rising up high, it was so majestic. Just the thought of having this hot erected cock rub on her face makes her body hot. Rory could feel her womb throb deep inside her. The smell and taste of the sweat and the sourness of his scrotum, so musky.

She felt Itami's asshole flex against her tongue, and wished he would tell her to stick her tongue into it. Nevertheless, her master didn't say anything. He wiggled his ass into his slave priestess face, growling with delight.

"Ohhh, shit!" he frowned. Itami opened up his shit tube right in front of Rory face while verbally abusing her at the same time.

He said to her. "So you filthy fucking slut pig, this is what you like isn't it ? You like big brown feces to play with and cover your slut pig body in shit do you? You like to much on handfuls of shit and gulp them down hungrily like the greedy filthy slave pig you obviously are ?"

Rory was so fucking hot from hearing him talk to her this way, all he was saying about her was the truth, that is what she liked, that is what she was, she knew it.

Like a rabid dog Rory eyes glaze over and stared wide and fixated on her master shit tube as it started to make the beautiful signals of a big feces sliding out of it.

"Oh god i couldn t wait, please sir, please give me your yellow feces. Push sir, push it out sir, and yes i need your smelly shit so bad. I could smell it's arrival and my nostrils flared to suck up every aroma of your tasty feces impending appearance before my face, almost here yes i fucking see it, there it is, here it comes, here comes the beloved sacred feces that a filthy slut pig like me so craves.

The shit is coming, here it comes now.

Mmmmmmm, i see the yellow feces beginning push out of the asshole.

Oh, the lovely feces as it contracts back inside the shit tube teasing the filthy pig with it's anticipated arrival.

Yes come on, lovely feces turd come out to your slutty pig to play, come now feces turd. That's it, the filthy shit is coming all the way out now. "

Her master pushes a little and grunts from his effort then the big feces slides slowly but with great purpose out of his shitter hole and curls around like a snake on top of itself right under the priestess nose.

"Oh yes! Her master feces is long, long and long. His fecal matter is a delicious warm brown color and the aroma is so exquisite."

Rory crave to dive face first into the feces immediately, its steamy warmth coating her face but Rory remember her filthy pig manners well enough as her master had trained her to know that she must keep her mouth and face clean in order to clean her master beautiful shit hole with her tongue, to serve as his toilet paper, so as to thank him for the wonderful gift he has bestowed upon the worthless slut pig like her to play in.

The general backs his shit tube right up to the priestess perverted mouth and like a pig feeding on slop at the feeding trough Rory eagerly start to lick his asshole clean.

Her tongue pushed up inside his asshole licking and slurping the shit out of every crevice in his shit tube. Rory swish it around in her mouth and swallow so she has a slightly cleaner tongue with which to finish up cleaning his ass crack as well.

When her master feels his shit hole has been cleaned to his satisfaction he moves away and steps out of Rory's face.

"Rory, brush your teeth, and rinse your mouth. I want to take my time and kiss you all over, slave I wanna kiss you sexy mouth and I don't want to taste my own shit in your mouth!" Itami commanded.

Rory obeyed immediately, she brushed her teeth then cleaned her cunt mouth then suddenly the general grabbed the naked priestess by her shoulders and whispered to her petite ear. "Ever since we first met," Itami growled softly as he pushed her down the floor. Rory looked back at him as he positioned her, making her submit to his strong hands. "you've teased and flirted with this tight…body…" a sigh escaped her when his hand ran down her back, pushing her naked body down onto the floor even further.

Rory felt her master suddenly lean closely over her, his back almost touching hers, breath brushing against her ear. "And now, I can pay you back for all the times you've driven me crazy. All of the times that I just wanted to give in. Now, I will fuck you whore soo hard your brain will meltdown, Rory."

Rory suddenly arched her back, eyes shivering in shock. Her slim body shuddered in surprise. Itami snarled pleasurably. Without any warning or admonition, he had shoved his monstrous dick inside her pussy.

Rory was in tears of happiness. "Yes! Master cock is inside me! Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me, Master! She moaned. "Oh, give me your cock! This dirty cunt wants that hard cock! Fuck this whore hot cunt! I want my master hard cock to fill my slutty cunt!"

The General let himself wallow inside his slave priestess for bit, feeling how different her inner vagina walls pulsed, covered in her slippy pussy juice. He retreated from her neck with a bite, adjusting his position as he knelt behind her. Slowly, he continued. He gripped the roundness of her tight ass with an almost frantic squeeze.

"Fuck this slave cunt deep! Go deep! Ohhh, stretch my cunt... fills my cunt with your cock! Your hard, hard sweetest cock! Fuck your beautiful hard cock in my underage tight cunt, Master! Fuck me!"

God, just looking at the way the shameless slave whore squirmed below his mercy was nearly enough to blow his load of semen right then and there.

"So you don't want me to stop?"

"No, I don't, I want your dick inside me forever, Master! I love it. I love you! It feel so good...good. My mind is going blank!"

Slapped her in the face, he said. "You lying bitch, you whore only love my dick and sperm."

With a filthy squelch his cock squeezed out of her, scraping out thick dollops of his semen with it. Itami beheld their intimate connection, watching as he thrust into her uterus again and again, feeling his dirty mind arouse him further at the sight of cum spurting out of her moistness vagina with every thrust. The muddle of their mixed essence urged him forward, her pussy tightness still something his dick still struggled to enter.

Itami excitedly began to thrust his dick faster, relishing every second he enter her small pussy slit. The smells of her sweet scent and the sperm dribbling down the back of her thighs assaulted his nose as he continued, but it only aided in making him harder. Their skin met each other in lewd, wet kisses, smacking in a muffled cacophony. The tempo Itami set was fast and hard as he dug into her pussy over and over. He couldn't get enough of how much her hot snatch vagina siphoned his dick in, her pink pussy meat folds rippling around his penis with coaxing heat. The lewd resonances of their connection echoed and Itami suddenly remembered that they were in full view of their sleeping comrades.

Concern for being caught was suddenly dashed away as a pulse ran through his cock. He groaned loudly as the pleasure began to increase. His eyes continued to drink in the priestess' petite body as he rocked that adolescent body with every single roll of his hips. He enjoyed watching her try to contain her squeals of pleasure as her she rolled her hips into his. Itami's hands moved upwards for a better grip, grabbing her by the waist. His arms began to move in tandem, muscles slamming her fuck holes into him as his hard thrusts met her halfway.

In such a short period of time, Itami was dominating his sex slave petite erotic body with this much intensity. The poor priestess could barely keep up as she covered her mouth to prevent the loud screams from escaping her throat. She couldn't remember the last time a mortal had given her such pure, carnal pleasure.

A pure torrent of electricity shot through her then, and she seized up beneath him. A climax ripped her mind apart as she convulsed beneath him. Merciless, Itami kept thrusting, feeling her stickiness spurt out of her soft pussy. By now all of the semen that wasn't safely pooled in her womb formed a sticky webbing of stringy goop between their bodies or added to the puddles of thick white on the floor. Rory's new discharge of female's essence liquid joined that pool.

Rory was still riding out her last orgasm when another one tore through her body. She could feel Itami's hardness struggle to keep itself from following her as it throbbed within her tight vagina.

"Augh…Master Itami~" she moaned loudly, uncaring of the noise she made.

The General responded with an especially hard thrust, shoving her body upwards. She felt his hands grab her hips, pulling her ass up towards him. Her cheek pressed to the ground, Rory felt her master dick dig deeper into her. She almost let out a squeal, but her eyes caught the open sliding door into the next room. A small thread of caution forced her to keep the exclamation to herself.

Ebony threads of her long hair shook with the rest of her petite body frame. Rory climaxed again, and again, and again. Soon her sanity began to break beneath the heavy weight of her pleasure. It was as if more fighting had resumed outside, hot souls passing through her body to Emroy. She didn't hear the splintering of wood beneath her, nor did she feel the wood trying to pierce into her fingers. Instead, she gripped tighter as the pleasure continued to kill her.

Itami noticed the holes in the floor Rory gripped onto, still amazed that she still hadn't accidentally killed him. However in seconds any thoughts other than ravaging the girl in his grasp was quickly done away with.

The General continued to fuck her pussy with unbridled passion. The accumulation of their past interactions took a physical manifestation with every hard thrust of his hips. His cock throbbed inside of her uterus, kissing the her underage cervix, welcoming more of his heat.

"Preteen girl's pussy is the best!"

Sweat rolled off of his muscles, splattering from his hair. The atmosphere was suddenly hot.

Words only drunkenly tumbled from Rory's mouth, her lips agape with hard pants. She shut her eyes tight gripping harder into the floor that threatened to fall out beneath her. Every single nerve in her body was on fire as Itami continued to fill her inside in all the right ways.

"Ah! Master's mighty dick !"

Neither of them cared at this point of one were to wake up and catch them. They were both lost in the chase after pleasure. No matter how many times the girl stiffened and screamed his name, Itami pounded his dick harder into her birth hole. Even after all the wanton thrusts, his dick still struggled inside of her vagina, its tightness asphyxiating him to no end.

Itami let out short grunts with every one of his pounds, pistoning into her vagina. The way she writhed beneath him, the way every orgasm that shattered her mind merely fueled her libido, the way she let him fuck her like this. He wanted to devour her little girl body.

His own libido was on fire. Already Itami felt that this was the best sex he had ever had in his life. As he continued to engulf himself into her tight body, he realized that she was right: he was insatiable.

No matter how many times the girl stiffened and screamed his name, Itami pounded his dick into her.

"Harder master, fuck me harder. Fuck this whore with your mighty dick. Tear my fuck holes apart with your penis, master. My body only existed only to be fucked by you, master. "

Fast, hard, and quick, he was once again grateful of her healing properties, lest she endured the bruising he would most likely have caused. He lost count of how many times she had climaxed, and he didn't care. She wanted him to fuck her, and he was going to provide.

As his thighs smacked against hers, stickiness conjoined them before breaking into strands. He couldn't believe how her pussy still kept siphoning his dick into her in an incredible hot, wet fleshy vacuum. Her folds coaxed and coaxed, utterly squeezing the throb of his cock.

Then, all at once, Itami shuddered into his climax.

Gripping her sides with a grip that almost threatened to break bones, Itami continued to pummel into her accepting heat.

He barely had time to register what was happening before his cum spurted from his throbbing length. With every spurt he rolled his hips, cum flowing into her in white hot discharges of semen cream. Rory squealed below him as she felt the stickiness fill her up again. This time Itami didn't savor the peak with slow rolls of his hips, he kept his hard pace even as the semen filled her uterus over the brim.

An evil idea crossed his mind in the midst of his intense peak.

As the cum began to bubble and spurt out of her in small eruptions of milky semen spunk, he let one hand catch the juices dripping between her legs.

Rory is still unable to process much of what was occurring around her. The sensation of his viscous seed overflowing her womb made her breaths heavier. She could feel the thick creamy sperm gush from her folds in a constant torrent. Itami filled her in everyway possible.

Suddenly, her eyes flew open again, a blush instantly reddening her cheeks. She groaned, an alien sensation making her skin crawl. As Itami continued to cum inside of her pussy, he had begun to finger her defenseless anus.

"Master I-Itami, no..." she demigoddess whined.

The General paid her no heed as he took the hand that had caught a large volume of his semen and began to slowly wipe the sticky syrup between her two asscheeks. He grinned at the sight of her puckered asshole; tight, pink, and exposed. Then, his fingers entered, shoving the semen he had gathered inside. He felt the priestess shake as he continued, swirling his fingers within that tight hole. He made sure at least a handful of that spermatic spunk made its way inside, making it nice and slick.

He extracted himself from her, the last spurt of his climax shooting a string of semen onto her thigh. With both hands, Itami spread her ass cheeks, licking his lips at Rory's depraved anus. He heard her weak protests, also realizing the filthiness of his work, cum smeared all over the canyon of her rear's flesh, oozing from her asshole.

That realization merely made his dick hard again.

So, with his hands spreading her asscheeks, his cock, mere seconds after unloading into her sodden petals, slowly began to push into Rory's snug entry.

Just getting the swollen dickhead inside of her pussy was a struggle as it forced itself into Rory's puckered hole. Slowly it squelched into her, a hiss of effort continuously escaping Itami's clenched teeth. Every inch provided a fiery friction that threatened to squeeze him to death. Pain was the prominent sensation in his conquest, his hands gripping Rory's asscheeks tighter than ever before.

Rory, with her cheek pressed against the floor, couldn't feel anything else. The hot cum dripping out of her meat folds, the after throes of her intense orgasm, it all brushed over with the sensation of Itami's cock tearing her seams apart.

Droplets of sweat traversing his naked form illustrated his effort. Itami is tempted to just close his eyes; just the sight of the priestess acted as an aphrodisiac, sending painful throbs through his suffocated length.

However, through the pain both of them could see the glimmer of pleasure, its familiar head rearing itself within the alien territory, urging Itami to continue. Soon enough, with one conclusive thrust, Itami shoves the entirety of his cock within her rectum. He pants, trying to catch the breath siphoned from his lungs. Itami's hands still kept her cheeks apart, wary not to let them further suffocate him within their fleshy canyon.

Semen he had shoveled into her heats itself around his meat, making him groan softly. Then, he slowly extracts himself, the journey out almost as excruciating as the journey in. Just as he had hoped, the cum worked as an effective lubricant. Once about halfway out, he shoved into her anus again. A moan was shared in unison, another one shared as he out and in again.

Rory's grip on the splintered wood below her tightened. Her senses still rung from the pain, but as Itami's tortoise-like pace continued, the fiery sensation began to ebb. She bit into her lip as he pushed into her, feeling all sorts of stickiness splatter between her legs and his, forming more staining puddles on the floor.

Although still constrictive and tighter than anything he had ever felt before, Itami felt that it was comfortable enough for him to release the tension that spread her petite ass. He let them go, watching his cock become fully engulfed in between. As he pulled out to shove back inside again, the inclusion of Rory's rear added an entirely new sensation, the soft globules adding soft friction to the sticky heat behind them.

Itami's pace slowly continued, his hands' grip tight on her small hips. No words are exchanged. Their breaths clashed in a soft harmony of bliss. In due time, the pain suddenly deigned to step down in favor of pleasure. Soon his pace quickened in increments, each burning inch starting to consume his senses whole. Semen that had been shoved into Rory's rectum began to softly spurt out of her ass with every thrust.

Then, the rhythm found itself again. Itami grew accustomed to the asphyxiating sensation of her asshole, reveling in every reentry, her soft cheeks sucking him inside of her. Precum began to ease the friction, further increasing his speed. Soon, Itami found the effort minimal.

Below him, Rory struggled to fight back her loud squeals. It felt so strange, being drilled in that entry. Yet, the pleasure was unrivaled, so completely different from the familiar friction of her folds. She clenched, tightening her rectum around Itami's cock, earning a shuddering groan. He started going faster.

Within a short span of time, the General began to dig into her harder, faster. He wanted to go as deep as he could possibly go, the pleasure increasing with each and every thrust. He started to her hear moan louder and louder merely making him drill into her with more force.

Her soft ass pounded into his pelvis. He wanted more. He wanted all of her.

He started fucking her with all the strength in his body, mouth agape, eyes primal. He fucked her like an animal in the heat, squeezing her curves with ferocious intent. Instinctively he raised her ass higher and higher, slamming his sweaty skin into hers, splattering the leaking juices from her slit everywhere.

Time seemed to blur and become irrelevant. Itami was certain that he was moaning, but all he could hear was her hot flesh smashing into his. He found himself almost standing, his thrusts aimed downward towards the floor. He gripped Rory's small frame wanting to tear at her curves, those small, luscious curves. He dominated her, fucked her harder than he had ever done before in his life.

A ripple of a convulsion resounded through his engorged cock, an echo of the priestess' orgasm. He felt the hot semen juices splash onto his legs coupled by the screaming of his name. He didn't stop. Her ass siphoned him in a hot, fleshy vacuum, squeezing tighter and tighter around his throbbing man meat. As he thrust down into her, almost lifting the poor girl completely off the floor, pounding into her like a rag doll, Itami became addicted. He never wanted this filthy pleasure to stop. He wanted to fuck this girl into eternity.

Then, his muscles tensed up. He shuddered then, thrusting into her pussy one last time, falling to his knees again as he pushed into the deepest crevice of the priestess' rectum. He brings her body up to his hilt, gloving him completely.

All at once, Itami's lust burst into a euphoric torrent. Splotches of black litter his vision as the pleasure overloaded every sense in his body. The white-hot cum surged into Rory, filling her to the brim. Itami's hips erratically began to writhe against her. His cock continued to unload his cum in a vicious torrent, every single spurt sending an electric sensation of bliss and satisfaction throughout his body. He watched as white cream started to bubble out of her in frothy dribbles, a particularly large spurt bursting in a small eruption of cum over her ass.

Itami removed himself from her slowly, groaning when his head escaped the hole with a slurp, white goop still spurting out of its head like a fountain. Shocked to discover cum still spurting from his tip, he watched helplessly as it continued to shoot thick ropes of white onto her ass. Acting upon instinct, Itami positions the bottom of his erection into the small gap between her fleshy mounds and bucks his hips back and forth, Rory's soft ass-cheeks grinding against his cock as he emptied the rest of his semen onto her small prepubescent body.

In breathless gasps, he watched as the rest of his load spurted all over the arch of her smooth back, staining the ivory of her thirteen-year old skin. The last spurt of his cum shot out to latch onto her neck. He backed off a little, amazed the girl's legs could still support her. He drank in the lewd sight: semen covered her petite ass, copious amounts of the thick white still dribbling from her ravaged anus, more of his stickiness pooling and dripping all over her back, webbing in between her legs.

Then, all at once, exhaustion hit the General like a freight train. He crumpled to the ground, panting for air. He heard Rory join him on the floor, her soft little breaths echoing in the room. Every muscle in his body felt limp and used. His chest heaved as sweat attempted to cool him, his abs rippling from his previous efforts. The moon still hung high in the sky, watching the couple recuperate in a post-coitus laze.

Itami almost drifted off to sleep as he lay there, arms and legs spread out on the floor. The cool night air drifted through the open patio door, swirling on his sweaty muscle. Then, he felt something brush against his skin. He opened his eyes, filled with Rory's scarlet. In his spent daze, she had crawled atop him, the mixed juices from her folds splattering softly onto his skin. She gave him a playful giggle, its titter managing to excite him.

Her face lowered to meet his. Her lips tantalizingly hovered closely to his as her open mouth breathed into his. They stayed that way, Rory's nose nuzzling against his, their breaths intimately mingling, eyes making love. Then, she withdrew slowly.

The silence allowed the cicadas' song to glaze over, interrupted only by the occasional snore and ruffle of sheets from the next room. Once again reminded of how they were going to explain the large holes, ridges, and stains on the floor, Itami looked at her worriedly. She shook her head softly, reassuringly.

Her attention suddenly shifted to the moon outside.

"Well…it looks like we still have a few more hours until dawn…"

She looked back at him, and instantly Itami knew it was an invitation. Gracefully she stood, intentionally brushing the skin of her thigh against his limpness.

Her gaze held with his, ensuring that he was still looking. He was, eyes following her as she made her way outside.

Rory sauntered slowly, teasingly, adding an extra sashay to her hips as she stretched, arching her back. In her pee exit, white semen dripped from within her petite pussy, dripping down her legs, leaving a breadcrumb trail of sperm juices that glittered on the floor.

By now Itami was sitting up, a smile crossing his lips. He looked into the other room, reassured that everyone else was asleep. Then, his attention went outside again.

Rory leaned against the patio's railing, legs crossed. The blue of the moonlight refracted brilliantly behind her, casting a long shadow. Her eyes shone brightly against the night sky as one of her hands smoothed down the front of her small body. She softly teased her pussy folds with a silent moan, eyes never leaving the General. She knew that his dick was already hard again.

She stopped her sultry show, and gave him that smile. The smile that she had given him at the beginning of the night, sitting outside, waiting for him. Topping it all off, the demigoddess crooked her finger, beckoning for him to fill her uterus again.

Itami didn't even need to think. By the time he stood in the doorframe, looking over Rory with appreciative eyes, the General knew there was only one word to describe her. And as he closed the distance between them, her warmth wisping against his skin, he knew it applied to him too.

Her lips, pink and empty, pleaded. The word on his mind slipped through his own lips before he swooped down and obliged, hands finding her rump.

"Insatiable slave whore. Stand still."

Rory was totally naked and stood very still as her master tied her hands to pulleys attached to the ceiling. Next her delicate ankles were tied, and then Itami began pulling on the rope attached to her slender legs.

Her shapely legs started to lift off the floor, and soon she was swinging by her feet and hands as her whole erotic body was lifted three feet above the floor. Her ebony hair hanging down almost to the floor, she was bent in the middle and her ass cheeks hanging down.

"You knew what I gonna do with you, sex slave Rory?" The general said, twisting her pink nipple hard enough to make his slave gasp. "I decided to torture your sex addicting underage body."

Itami rought out a new car battery and placed it on the table. Three long electrical wires ran from the posts of the battery.

Alligator clamps with strong springs were fitted at the other end of each wire. Itami squatted in front of his petite slave with the three clamp attached electrical wires and proceed to snap one clamp after the other on each of his slave pebble-hard pink long nipples.

Rory drew in her breath sharply as the tiny shape teeth of the clamps' bite into the tender flesh of her elongated pink nipples. When Itami snapped the remaining clamp on his whore's blood fill distended clit, the spring of the alligator clamp was so strong its teeth bite into and break the ultra sensitive skin of Rory's large clit.

A single drop of clitoris blood was sipping out between the clamps' shape metal teeth. Rory screamed aloud in agony. Tear drops were spilling from her eyes and falling down her cheeks.

Her sensitive huge abused clit throbbing madly as she came. A tremendous volume of cunt juices was secreting and spilling deep within her vagina gushing out forcefully into the empty bottle with a loud splash.

Itami slowly turned a dial on the battery and his naked priestess began to moan. Rory was taking the current in her nipples and clit! Her pink nipples gradually turned into a deeper shape of pink and red and became more erect and elongated; her oversize clit enlarged even more.

Her vaginal walls contracted strongly and her cunt juices started to trickling out her vagina slowly and was dripping into the bottle. As Itami slowly turned up the current, his slave whore climaxed repeatedly while her pussy twitching like crazy.

"Ahhhhh...Stop it Master...This whore can't take it anymore ...I cumming...It feels so good...good... ack...ah...aaaagah...so intense! No stop...my cunt and tits is being raped."

Her cunt produced more syrupy vaginal fluids, which were all captured by the bottle inserted half way in her vaginal passage. Roy's nipples and her clit were getting hot, her beautiful face wet with sweats.

Itami kept the control dial in the same level to maintain a steady flow of electric current to his fuck whore body for the next hour or so. As the electric current from her nipples and clitoris pulsing throughout her body, Rory moan and groan constantly, hump her pussy up and down the entire duration as her body was wracking by wave after wave of orgasm. Her clear sticky honey-like vaginal love juice also maintains a steady flow continuously streaming into the bottle all this time.

When Itami saw his slave priestess beautiful ecstatic face looking back at him mindlessly with lust-glazed eyes, he smile knowingly. "Rory is having a great time."

The whole situation was totally unreal and dreamlike to Rory. She was virtually naked tied to chains with electric wires attached to her nipples and clit.

Excruciating pain and ecstatic pleasure were simultaneously radiating from her abused nipples and clit due to the strong pressure of the alligator clamps and the powerful electric currents from the battery. A huge dildo was humming away in her rectum. Her cunt kept manufacturing and sprouting feminine sex fluids into the bottle inserted in her vagina.

Rory was hooked up to the battery for over an hour. She was almost exhausted from coming so much. The bottle was little more than half full with her vaginal fluid and come juices.

Itami turned the control dial slowly higher, when it almost reach the maximum setting, his slave's pink nipples turned into deeper shade of red, they become extend and elongated to even greater lengths. Her enlarged clitoris swell and made even larger then before into an over sized dark purple throbbing crown of a miniature penis about to be burst.

Rory's young lustrous body was suddenly shaking and convulsing violently and uncontrollably from head to toe almost dislodged the plastic bottle inserted in her vagina. She was yelping and crying out shamelessly, her face twisted with obscene passion.

Rory climaxed continuously; the electric stimulation induced mind-splitting endless series of orgasms one after another. Somewhere deep inside her vagina tunnel started to ejaculate huge quantities of feminine thick creamy-white come juice which pouring out like a raging small river flowing rapidly nonstop into the bottle. Rory's senses over loaded and she passed out.

When Rory recovered, the clamps were removed from her nipples and clitoris. The swells in three of her most feminine and sensitive hard buttons: her nipples and clitoris, were down a bit in size and their color started to return to normal. Nevertheless, each had a set of deep teeth marks imbedded in it and still a little hot to the touch.

Rory was invariably astonished but very smug and conceited at how much cunt juice was produced and collected from within her most feminine opening; her deep vaginal well. This time was no exception. The half-gallon bottle fills almost to the top with her vaginal secretions.

Untied his cunt slave, Itami pour out two tall glasses from the bottle. He and Rory each took a glass of Rory's delicious and tasty sex fluids fresh from her cunt. They drink and savor it slowly with pure delight and enjoyment.

Rory loved what her master is doing to her and she didn't want it ever to end. Suddenly the small priestess need to piss was worse than ever.

She was hurting badly. Rory couldn't hold it back any longer. She knows her humiliation and degradation was complete as she felt herself pissing.

Itami was amazed and stunned into silence as he watching the golden piss spurt form the tiny opening inside his 13 year old slave's beautiful pussy lips, soaking into the carpet, pooling at her feet.

Rory sobbed in shame, unable to stop pissing. This was, to her, a final degradation, letting her master watching her piss helplessly. She closed her eyes, and she pissed and pissed while her master watched, roaring with delight. Her cunt starts to climaxed!

Repeatedly, her body shakes violently, cunt and female come juices started to flow out of her cunt again, combining with her golden droplets of her piss soaking her ebony pubic hair and leaking down her smooth creamy thighs.

When she recovered from her orgasm, she knew her young master had broken her, and from this day forward, she'll belong to her master completely, body and soul.

Slowly lift Rory up by her thighs, he said. "Let's play a game," Spreading his slave legs wide open. "You will be a human water squirt gun."

Positioning Rory's piss hole at the right angle, her ordered. "Be a good girl and pee at the door like a dog for me."

Rory look so shameful like a little girl, she screamed aloud. Suddenly her whole body started to shake uncontrollably. Her pee hole ejaculated a strong stream of golden urine blasted all over the door like a water gun while Rory was overwhelmed with humiliated feelings in her body.

Patting his slave dog in her head. Itami thought of more games to play with Rory. Itami ordered Rory to wear her uniform which was required to be sewn on her skin. When he ordered her to do that, she understood that her Master was in no mood to spare an inch of her body that day.

Rory started sewing the clothes pieces of her uniform in front of him. She knew that it was his idea to prepare her for the torture during the interview. While she was sewing the clothes pieces on her skin, her face was like mask of pain but her expressions were not that much painful as she was habitual to wear that uniform. In five minutes, she had worn her uniform and after some moments she said that she was ready for the interview.

"Now let have an interview, my beloved Rory."

Her master said," Cum slut slave Rory, before starting the interview let us do some warm up exercises for you to be fully prepared for the interview. For the warm ups I will whip your each tit 25 times, your cunt 15 times and finally your ass 50 times. Each time I whip your tits, cunt or ass, you will thank me for whipping your worthless body and you will encourage me by saying " Please whip this slut harder and mercilessly" with enthusiasm and mean what you say".

Then Itami picked one of the longest and most brutal looking whip and started whipping her left tit. He kept changing from her left tit to her right tit.

He had also ordered her to count every hit loud. Since the clothes pieces were sewn to her skin, every hit by the whip was ripping the cloth off her body and her tits had started bleeding withing minutes of starting of whipping her poor tits. She was also thanking him for taking pains to whip her tits and kept saying

"Please Master! Keep whipping its tits harder, brutally and mercilessly."

After finishing 50 strokes of his whip on her tits, he focused on her cunt. He ordered her to lie down on her back holding her knees and keeping her legs wide apart as much as possible. In this position, her cunt and asshole was openly available to him for whipping her cunt and ass.

SWOOSHHH...

She shouted," Aaaaahhhhhhh...ONE...Master...Thank you for whipping this Whore's cunt...Please whip its cunt really harder. Do not show any mercy. Tear its cunt mercilessly..."

Again the whip was in air and SWOOOOOSHHH...

Rory again writhed in excruciating pain in her cunt but keep screaming with her eyes full of tears," Aaaaaiiiiiiii...TWO...Master...Thank you very much for whipping cum dripping Cunthole of this worthless slave Slave Rory... Please HARDER this time...With your full strength...more brutally...PLEASE...make its cunt bleed..."

The devilish whip kept showering on her cunt for next 13 times. After fifteenth strike of the whip, the cloths piece over her pussy had been torn off from her skin and her pubic area had started bleeding.

Her cunt lips had swollen and there were several deep cuts on her outer cunt lips. Even her clit was looking like a small nub covered with blood as three strikes of the whip were deliberately hit on it.

His next target was Rory's ass and asshole. First he started whipping her ass with his full muscle power. She kept screaming after each strike of the brutal whip but did not use the safe word. This was making the master mad that she had not used the safe word yet. Rory truly was a natural born super masochist whore.

So he started whipping her asshole mercilessly. His strokes were so perfect to hit her asshole that only the tip of the whip was hitting her asshole. Only after three strikes of the whip, her asshole started bleeding.

But still she did neither beg him to stop using the safe word nor did she plead him to kill her as he wanted her to do. Instead of she had been keeping him encourage to continue her torture more brutally and mercilessly.

After whipping her, he said," You fucking pain slut Slave Rory, I promise you to break every bone in your body and soul and you will beg me to kill you. So let us start your interview now."

She smiled in pain again as usual and said," Thank you Master for such a great warm up exercise and this pain craving whore Slave Rory would like you to break its very much soul and body in any way you like to. This shit eating Slave Rory would like to use the safe word. I hope today's interview will be more fun filled and enjoying than yesterday for you."

Then he asked her first question of the day," Do you like to fuck pet dogs, horses and any other animal your master want you to see?"

She replied calmly with smile on her lips," Master...In this torture chamber, the management cannot allow the animals to enter otherwise this slut would have shown you how to please an animal. This fuck slut just loves to give blowjobs to pet dogs, fuck big cocks of the horses and please any animal you can bring in to fuck this shit Slave Rory's holes."

He asked his next question in rather irritating tone," How much weight would you like to hang on your tits?"

She answered," Master, This cock sucker Slave Rory has got 3 kilograms of weights hanged from its tits so far and it is planning to increase the weights up to 5 kilograms in future."

He asked the next question," How much hot water you can take in your ass and cunt?"

She did not speak this time and just smiled. He could not understand her smile and silence. She stood up and brought a burner and a liter vessel full of water and put the vessel on the burner. This vessel had a thermometer connected in the inner surface of the container.

Then she said," Master, How much hot water you think can this pain loving Slave Rory take in its cunt?"

He was shocked at her question first then he composed himself and said," I think you can take water heated up to 60 degree Celsius. But my condition is that you will not scream or even make a sound while taking up in your holes."

She smiled and looked at the thermometer. The mercury was going to touch the 60 degree Celsius level in few moments. When the mercury level reached up to the required level, she requested him to pour the hot water in her cunt using a glass funnel. He inserted the funnel's thin tube into her cunt and started pouring the hot water into her cunt.

First her face contorted with burning pain in her pussy as the hot water started burning the inner walls of her pussy but since she had taken much hotter water in her holes before so she took the not so hot water easily water in her cunt. Then after filling her cunt, he inserted the funnel into her asshole and started filling it up with the hot water.

Since her asshole had already been whipped brutally, the hot water seemed her like boiled water. She was about to scream in pain but controlled herself as she did not want him to break her so easily.

After few minutes when she did not ask him to stop and use the safe word, he said," I can see you are habitual of taking this much hot water and the water is not hot enough to excite you. So I want you to use the water heated up to the boiling temperature. I hope the boiling water can work better in your holes."

Rory had never take boiling water in her holes in her entire time spent in the school so this time, she was looking terrified and started shaking a little in anticipation of what was to come. She put the container on the burner once again and kept waiting to start it boiling. Soon the water had started boiling and the master was happy to see the trembling Slave Rory in fear.

He once again inserted the funnel in her cunt and started pouring the boiling water into it. Since the water was extremely hot, it started burning her outer labia, inner cunt lips, clit and inner walls of her cunt and in seconds, blisters had started showing on her cunt lips.

By the time he stopped pouring the boiling water in her cunt, Rory was screaming on top of her lungs. "AHHH...My asshole. It Hurttttt...it Hurt soo Much !"

Rory was making inhumane sounds. Her eyes were bulging and red with blood flowing into them. She was crying and shouting uncontrollably but had not used the safe word yet.

In frustration, he started filling her asshole with boiling water when he did not hear the safe word from her mouth.

When he poured the extreme hot water into her asshole through the funnel, a whole new wave of pain started in her asshole. The pain was so much in her rear hole that she fainted by the combined excruciating pain in her cunt and asshole.

He broke ammonia capsules under her nose to wake her up. She woke up screaming at the highest pitch her vocal cords could allow her. He kept sitting there waiting calmly until she stopped screaming and seemed looking for continuing the interview.

He continued," Fuck Slut Slave Rory, You are right now in no position to take more pain in your cunt and ass so let's begin with some easy questions which required no any demo. After some time when I will find you fit for demonstrative answers, we will then start again with such type of questions. Are you ready Whore Slave Rory?"

She smiled weakly and said," Thank you so much Master to give it some rest. You can ask your demonstrative questions any time you like."

He asked," How much semen do you like to take and from which living thing the most?"

Rory thought for a moment and said," Master, this semen lover whore Slave Rory had taken sperm from more than 100 master in a day and wants to eat cum from every male on this earth. For your second answer, semen of my every master is so tasty and delicious that this slut Slave Rory simply cannot identify any one of them the most tasty. I love the taste of dogs and horses too. This piss loving Slave Rory promises you that it would not vomit swallowing any amount of semen from any source."

He was wondering to see such a cum loving slut in his life. He felt little disgusted imagining her eating cum of dogs and horses as all the girls he had seen so far either vomited or refused to eat it but this slave not only declared to eat all the cum from any animal but she was proud saying it.

"Your declaration will be verified. Let's try this out."

On the stage a very big canine was brought. His prick was very long and thick and he was looking very desperate to fuck any hole. Rory was completely nude and looking gorgeous in her naked state as all the torture marks was gone from her body. Her big tits were thrusting out from her chest, her nipples were hard rock and jutting out of her tits, her pussy was licking juices continuously which could be smelled from even a far distance. Her inner thighs were shining in the lights from her dripping cunt she saw the big dog coming to her, she smiled in anticipation of getting orgasm after being a long time in extreme horny state. She went to the dog herself and lied down on her back on a small table keeping her legs wide apart so that her master could see her wide spread cunt.

Itami was talking to his dog saying to him; "good boy, yes that's a very good boy, use the whore shit hole as hard as you like, rape her hole my very good boy". The dog first started sniffing her pussy juices and then he started licking her cunt furiously.

Once his cock was only a small way inside Rory the dog started to thrust it way up inside Rory shit hole and Rory could feel his cock spreading the walls of her shit hole as his cock grew monstrously huge while inside Rory. He furiously started to ram his cock in and out of Rory shit hole frantically, his thrusts cutting through Rory hole like a bulldozer. It made Rory screaming and begging,

"Oh GOD it felt so great, yes please lovely doggie with the big cock, ram this pigs filthy fuck hole harder, fill this pig pussy with dog semen, fuck this pig whore harder! "

The first three or four dogs used her cunt hole to fuck and Rory was relieved since her shit hole still throbbed from master Itami ravaging it earlier. Every one of them shot a fat wad of dog cum deep inside her filthy sloppy and gaping pig cunt hole and there was so much dog cum up her fuck hole it gushed down over her legs until Rory was coated in a thick layer of dog cum.

Her master told her not to waste the cum and to scoop it out of her filthy overflowing cunt hole and smear it all over her ass and up inside her shithole and her ass crack as well as all over her fat pig belly. Rory did so with enormous pleasure, wallowing in their cum and her filth like a little kid playing in the mud. A couple of the dogs Rory sucked came inside her mouth, which gave her the clear understanding of the texture, and the huge quantities of cum they manage to shoot out in one load.

Rory licked it, Rory slurped it around in her pig mouth, Rory swallowed it, Rory massaged it in her mouth with her fingers feeling every sense of it and aroma, taste of it as Rory wallowed. Yes a very happy filthy pig was she, then Rory felt it, another huge dog cock pushing up with force into her shit hole.

Her muscles tensed preparing for more agony but the agony did not come only the exquisite sensation of being ass fucked by a huge swollen dog cock. "Oh fuck her like the pig she is." Rory say to herself as she feel the wonderful sensation of his huge cock ramming deep inside her shit hole. He is thrusting with power and purpose the further he gets up inside her and the harder he rapes her shit hole the harder Rory want him to rape it.

Before Rory know what she is even doing Rory am slamming her ass hole back into his cock with each brutal thrust. Rory is grinding her shithole right down onto the very base of his fat cock trying to get more and more of him further up her hole to fill her more and fuck her harder and harder. Her back is arching as Rory grind onto him with all her might, her udders swing underneath her coated in filth, a combination of fresh shit, dog cum, piss and her own drool as Rory is now foaming at the mouth like a crazed animal.

Rory fucked her hole harder and harder down onto his swollen cock and Rory want to cum so badly her cunt burns and throbs with her need. Rory is grunting and squealing like a fucking farm yard sow in heat, Rory cry out yes fuck her hard doggie, "Aaaahhh use your filthy pig bitch hard doggie, ram her filthy shit hole hard puppy, fill the pig until she splits from your fat cock pounding her filthy fuck hole."

Rory is totally out of control and don't even realize it not even for a second that she should be showing some restraint until her master commands his pig to cum. Rory do know that she will not be able to stop her self from cumming very soon and then to her sheer joy Rory hear her master voice command her. "Orgasm now pig, right fucking now you filthy fat pig whore, you heard your master, fucking cum right now bitch, cum all over the dogs fat cock rammed up your filthy shit fuck hole, now pig, cum fucking now".

Rory listen to her master commanding her to orgasm and Rory buck and writhe harder than ever onto the dogs cock then with what feels like the big bang that created our whole fucking universe Rory explode with orgasmic pleasure. Her entire body is in spasms as Rory shiver, jerk and buck with the internal explosion. Rory feel from her filthiest pig cum yet. Rory cum over and over and over again and marvel at being multi orgasmic for the first time in her fucking life. Rory can't stop cumming and her master cheer her on to cum more as if cheering the local football team at a sunday game.

Rory hear "Yes orgasm you filthy shit pig whore, cum again, cum now filth, yes whore cum again, and cum again, let that filthy pig cum explode out of your disgusting cunt hole again, more cum you disgusting piece of fuck meat".

"Oh sweet Emroy, save me please." The more he chant and cheer the more Rory keep cumming, the dog still pounding, raping Rory shit hole and panting so hard the drool from his jaws swims all over Rory back. Rory head is spinning so fast and in so many directions she can no longer make anything out within her vision other than blurs without definition.

Rory breath is so fast and so short she cannot catch a breath whatsoever. Rory fat udders heave with the effort of trying to breath. Rory spasms have weakened Rory every muscle and Rory legs tremble uncontrollably and buckle underneath her every so often.

Finally just when Rory thought master might have to call the paramedics to drug her and calm her down until the semen stops exploding from within her. The big dog also shot his wad deep into Rory shit hole and pulls his still very swollen cock out of Rory ass hole and while it was as big as Master penis who first fucked Rory shit hole there was no effort required, no agony. Rory hole was now so stretched it slid out with ease and when it did. All Rory could think was put another one in there please feed her shit hole more knotted dog cock, Rory want more cock, "fill my hole please". Rory shit hole was not fed another dog penis however, Rory pig craving was left for her to bear.

Without even thinking of what she was doing Rory reached around and shoved four fingers deep inside her shit hole in an effort to fill the need. Rory was not nearly filled but to her joy she did manage to massage a lovely big feces deep inside her fuck hole. Rory fingers located the feces and Rory massage it slowly with dog semen rubbing around the tip of the feces and as far as Rory get up her ass around the edges of the feces as well.

Itami laughed out loud. "Hahaha. You really a disgusting whore." He asked," Do you really like fucking your Masters?"

She replied,"Yes Master! Being fuck freely by a penis is my only reason for existence. Every man and woman are my Master and Mistress on this planet and it is this slave's duty to use all its fuckhole for their pleasure. This worthless fuck toy Slave Rory wishes to be fucked by everyone on the earth at least once."

His next question," How long and wide dildo you can take in your cunt and asshole?"

She replied," Master! This pain slut Slave Rory has inserted 18 inches long and 5 inches wide dildo in its cunt and 15 inches long, 3.5 inches wide dildo in its ass."

He asked," Do you like whipping?"

Rory said with a wide smile and pride in her tone," Master, this Pain craving Slave Rory just loves the whipping and it can even identify the master who whips it as every master of this cumbag Slave Rory has its own choice of whipping a body part and strength. It can prove its point by showing if you would like to check and like to enjoy whipping of this whore Slave Rory."

Hearing her words he got excited and said," Cunt Slave Rory, it will be pleasure for me to see every inch of your body get whipped and for you, your declaration will be verified in this way."

She summoned 50 clones in the room then transformed them into 50 different people. All the master were looking excited to whip their Slave Rory and too see whether their Slave Rory would be able to identify each of them by getting whipped by them given the choice of any body part of her to whip.

They stood in a row facing the master and Rory was blindfolded standing in front of the row of the master. A long whip was given to the master to whip her with their full strength.

First master standing in the row whipped her tits horizontally keeping her nipples intact. She screamed and thanked the master saying," Thank You Master John for whipping your Slave Rory on its tits."

The master smiled on hearing his name as he knew that his Slave Rory was expert in doing so but the master was really shocked to come to know that there could be such a pain craving slut existed on the earth who could tell her torturer's name by feeling his strength of whipping and his choice of whipping her a specific body part.

Then the second master came around her and whipped her cunt very hard. Again a blood-curdling sound came out of her mouth and she thanked her master," Thank you Master Shaun for whipping this Asshole licking Slave Rory's cunt so perfectly and mercilessly."

In the same way all the other master whipped her back, thighs, belly, waist, tits, nipples, cunt, clit, ass, shoulders, hands, legs not sparing an inch of her body and she kept thanking them along with naming them individually. The shadows clones disappeared soon afterward.

After getting whipped brutally fifty times, there were numerous red welts on her body and she was sobbing uncontrollably.

Her master Itami said surprisingly," Slut Slave Rory! You are the perfect slave and I have never seen a slut like you in my life. Can you fuck this thing too?"

The general took out a long double-edged knife from the drawer used to cut the ropes and showed her. She looked at the metallic thing with wide eyes as she knew that fucking the knife would mean cutting her own cunt and destroy it.

He said wickedly seeing fear in her eyes," Pain Slut Slave Rory, I want you to fuck this knife's handle first in your cunt for 10 minutes without cumming".

She sighed in relief to know that she was to fuck only the handle of the knife not the sharp edges of it but she did not know that the master had planned to do something else. She inserted the long and wide handle of the knife into her cunt and started fucking it. In seconds she was moaning in pleasure and highly aroused. After 10 minutes when she was on the edge of cumming, the master stopped her fucking the knife.

He said," Cunt Slave Rory, now I want you to show me ass-fucking the knife's edged-side until you cum."

She was about to beg him not to fuck herself by the knife but she controlled her desire and without saying any word, started inserting the knife's sharp edge into her asshole. Her asshole started bleeding when she had just pushed the knife into her asshole.

She knew that it was impossible to cum while cutting her asshole by the knife. But she kept focusing on her orgasm built rapidly during the knife's handle fucking ignoring the agony of cutting her own ass hole by the knife.

"This is amazing. I'm really being used as a worthless object. My lewd underage body is being violated mercilessly. My erotic anus is being cut by a knife."

Rory was screaming on top of her lungs and her screaming could be heard outside of the chamber. Her asshole was bleeding horribly as the inner walls of her asshole were cut deep by the knife brutally.

He ordered her to keep the knife turning around into her asshole while fucking it. After 5 minutes of pure hell, she was able to cum very hard and fainted with the extreme pain and pleasure.

Itami laughed out loud. "Hahaha. You really orgasm from being fuck in the ass by a knife. So you're just a masochist whore who gets excited when degenerated. Such graceful appearance, fallen to such state. Rory, from now on your name is no longer Rory Mercury. From now on it's just Holes."

"Yes, Master. I'm really just a hole, a hole for master to penetrate. I'm just a toy mean to pleasure dick."

Rory was happy, her master was pleased with her performance.

He asked his next question," What is the secret of your fucking ability of taking so much pain Slut Rory?"

Rory smiled and replied," Master, there is no such secret of taking so much pain. This Whore Rory lives to please my Masters and Mistresses. This Slut Cunt Rory's pain and humiliation is their pleasure so it is happy to serve in any way they want from this tit-fucking Rory. If they want this Fucking Cunt Rory to be the biggest Pain Slut of the world, it is this Dog cock sucking Rory's duty to help and assist them."

He then asked," Asshole licking Slut Rory, Do you like to be tit hanged and how long have you been hanged by your tits in two years in the school?"

She said," Master, This pussy licking Rory can take hours of tit-hanging and for the fact, it had tit-hanged for 5 hours so far. While hanging by its tits, its Masters like to whip its cunt and ass or electro shocked its body."

As soon as she finished her sentence, he asked her to be hanged by her tits and in the same position, proceed the interview further.

Rory stood and summoned helpers to hang her by the tits. In moments, helpers appeared in the chamber and started the arrangements. First they tied two long ropes around Rory's tits very tightly then they crossed the other ends of the ropes over a high beam attached to the opposite walls of the chamber. Then they tied the ends of the ropes to the rings on opposite walls of the room. They had tied the ropes so tight that Rory's legs were one foot above the floor and her whole body weight was supported by her tits. While hanging by her tits only, she felt like her tits ripping off her chest. But she had already hung by her tits several times so the pain in her tits was not unbearable for her. The General pushed her a little and her body started swinging in the air increasing the pain in her tits agonizingly. After several seconds when she stopped swinging and seemed little relaxed, the General started asking the questions once again.

He asked," How much weights can you hang by the barb hooks through your nipples Pain Slave Rory?"

His question made Rory worried about her tits as they were in no position to take hooks and weights. Her tits had become purple coloured and were looking like big balloons jutting out of her body. Her nipples had become so taut and super sensitive that even lightest touch to them would make her jump in the air. But since she had to show him the hooks pushing into her nipples and weights hanging from them, she requested him to take two medium sized, S-shaped barb hooks from the drawer and push them into her tits. He picked two large and heavy hooks instead of medium ones and pushed them upward into her nipples so that the other ends of the hooks were in downward direction facing the floor. The ends of the hooks were little bent to hang weights from them.

He asked Rory," Pain loving Rory, how much weights would you like me to hang from the hooks?"

On hearing this weird question, she looked in the eyes of the General and said," Master, this cock sucking Rory had hung half kilograms of weights from its nipples and if it pleases you, this cum eating Rory requests you to choose the weight on your own."

He cheerfully chose two one-kilogram weights and hang them from the hooks inserted into her tits. She felt that her nipples were going to be ripped apart from her tits.

He kept asking question," Piss Drinking Rory, how many electroshocks do you like to get on your pussy, asshole and tits?"

She replied whimpering in excruciating pain in her tits and nipples," Master, this Shit eating Slut Rory has taken hundreds of electric shocks all over its worthless pain craving body but never in this position so this slave Rory is unable to tell you the exact number of electroshocks it can take in its most sensitive body parts. This Torture loving Rory begs you to choose the number of shocks by yourself for its tits, cunt and asshole. This Whore Rory has one more request for you Master. If this Cunt Slut Rory gets fainted before completion of the ordeal, please take some pain to wake it up using ammonia capsules and finish the task."

The General smiled devilishly hearing her words and said wickedly," Cock worshipping Rory, I choose 25 shocks for each of your tits including nipples, 25 for your cunt, 5 for your clit and 50 shocks for your ass excluding 15 for your asshole. That means you will get total 120 electroshocks on these body parts but it never means that I will or can give you shock anywhere else on your body. The shocks given on the other body parts will just not be counted in the 120 shocks. Did you understand everything what I told you Slut Rory?"

She nodded in yes and said," Master, everything which makes my Masters happy is Fine for this toilet licking Rory."

Every passing moment was causing pain increased in her tits and nipples but still she managed to smile bearing the extreme pain. She knew that the pain was going to be worse and very soon worst!

The General first shocked her left inner thigh and then right inner thigh for starting the actual game. The shocks on her thighs made her jump and jerk in her bonds vigorously and worsen the pain in her tits and nipples as the weights hanging from her tits through the hooks started swinging in the air. He shocked her back and souls of her legs for some more warm up before starting the counting of the shocks.

He started shocking her tits. This made her screaming and making her body swing in the air. Rory kept thanking him for torturing her tits which were already in extreme pain. She also kept counting the shocks loud and shouting to keep her torturing.

In between shocking her tits, the General shocked her other body parts which she did not count but thanked him for taking care of her whole body and not ignoring the body parts other than her tits, cunt and arse. By the time he finished shocking her tits 50 times, 25 times on each tit, she had lost her voice and only little whimpering sounds were coming out of her mouth.

He started shocking her ass after torturing her tits and nipples. The shocks on her ass caused only little jerks of her body. She was used to the electroshocks on her ass as the students kept on shocking her during the classes and examinations. But when he started shocking her asshole after shocking her ass 50 times, she jumped higher in the air making her bonds over her tits tighter and pain again hit her body. She wondered how she was not fainted yet after taking so much pain. The General was enjoying seeing her in extreme pain and dying to hear the safe word from her mouth to stop it all.

When he started shocking her cunt, she made a shrilled sound which could tear off the ears. She shouted the safe word to stop torturing her pussy and fainted after getting the tenth shock on her cunt. He broke ammonia capsules under her nose to get her back in her senses so she could feel the pain every passing moment.

When she had recovered her senses, she started begging him to stop torturing her most sensitive parts. But he ignored her pleas and kept shocking her cunt. Additionally he reduced the duration between two shocks on her cunt. He finished torturing her cunt 25 times in less than 15 minutes. She fainted three times in this duration of 15 minutes. When he touched the tip of the cattle prod to her clit, she started screaming in fear and begging him not to torture her clit as she could not take more pain. As soon as he pushed the button of the cattle prod, she screamed and started cursing him but he kept torturing her poor clit mercilessly.

After giving 5 shocks on her clit, he stopped for a moment and said," Pain Slut Rory, since you forgot to thank me for torturing your clit, there will be 5 more shocks on your clit and for cursing me, there will be 5 more shocks on your clit. So this time do not forget to count the shocks and thank me for shocking your clit."

She started crying and screaming after hearing his words. She said," Please Master! Kill this Fuck Slut Rory but do not torture my clit as it cannot take any more pain there."

He started laughing devilishly and feeling proud on himself for successfully breaking her soul. He said cheerfully," Whore Rory, I wanted to hear those beautiful words for long time from starting of the interview but now you are little late in saying it. I will have to finish my job as I said because you are a disobedient and undisciplined slave which needs punishment."

He started shocking her clit 10 times as he said just after completing his sentence. She understood that disobeying him would only increase her torture so she started trying really very hard to count the shocks and thank him enthusiastically for torturing her most sensitive body part mercilessly. She fainted 3 times before completion of the ordeal of 10 shocks on her clit.

After finishing the ordeal, he declared finishing the interview and took her down. He untied her tits and sucked her nipples making her scream again as the blood flowed back into her tits and nipples. He then allowed her take some rest for few minutes before talking to her.

After some moments when she seemed little relaxed, he said," You are the perfect pain slut slave Rory. You must be awarded as the "Slave of the Millennia" instead of Slave of the year. The interview was really amazing and entertaining. Would you like to do something for me before I leave?"

She thought for a moment and said," Master, You are one of the most brilliant and creative torturer this tit fucking Rory had ever seen in its life."

In the mid of the unrestricted and insatiable lust. Suddenly a black ellipse was starting to form in the middle of the living room. It was hard to say where it was, it seemed to be at once parallel with the floor and perpendicular to it. It was also hard to say what it was, it seemed black and almost infinitely absorptive yet it also glared and irritated the eyes.

Realizing this was a high-level teleportation spell, Rory, not even had time to put her clothes back on, jumped to her feet, summoning her beloved halberd the Hades and took a battle stance.

A mystery figure came out of the black ellipse, it was a girl!?

She had short bright ash blue hair and fiery red eyes. Her appearance similar to that of a young nun, no older than 16. Her dress was an ocean-colored semi-transparent fabric that completely displays her rather attractive figure.

The collar of her dress takes on the shape of a pen tip, and the middle part of her dress was patterned as moon and sun. She wears long black laced boots and a black veil that is attached to a pen and a feather duster.

There was also a golden cross-connected to a beaded rope, surrounding the waist of the dress.

Upon seeing Rory completely naked with her pussy leaking semen, her neck leashed with collar, her anus plugged with a buttplug dog tail while her face, her tits, ass covered in sperm while shielding a naked Japanese man with a fully erecting penis. The mysterious girl giggled and said, "My apologize, Beloved Sister, I don't know your are busy sucking your Master dick. So is he your master?" The girl pointed at Itami. "Not bad, his huge penis seem to be full of semen and he seem to have stamina to fuck you, but the fact that he choose to unleash his sperm on an underage girl body like you mean either he is a pedophiles or you drugged him with your pheromone."

Itami look at the scene in horror, every word that this mysterious girl uttered was aimed at provoking Rory, who was she?

"Mabel Fornm, you insolent child, how Dare you talk to me like that!" Rory was pull no punches here. "I was there when you were born. I'm the one who introduced you to the Council of the 13 Apostles as the new Apostle of Zufmuut. I was your Grandinstructor."

"That were millennials ago, you masochistic whore, and I have to remind that you dumped most of your duties to me. You are always so busy with begging for men spermatic fluid like a cheap whore. You couldn't live without a dick inside your pussy then, and now you are licking their penis while being leashed and crawling like a slutty slave dog. Well, I shouldn't expect anything from the whore apostle of Emroy. Rory the semen addicting exhibitionist." Mabel Fornm shoot back.

"Apostle of Zufmuut, the God of Light and Order!? Another apostle here, this is bad, what should he do...but why are these apostles dressing like that, first a black hair loli in gothic lolita and now a blue hair stripperiffic nun. Damn, look as those slender unblemished thighs, I want to fuck that lewd nun fine ass. "

"Hey, human, you want to fuck me in the asshole, don't you?" Mabel Fornm raised her eyebrow at Itami's erecting cock. She then lifted up her skirt to tease him by reveal her flawless white thighs and translucent thong panties.

"No, no... it just !" Itami crossed his hands, replying in a panic. His dick was betraying him as it gotten harder like rock and leaked semen.

Rory watched carefully as the apostle of light and order made her way towards her. "So what are you doing here ?...I suppose not because a sadist like you have running out of slave to fuck."

"Haha, real funny," Mabel laughs dryly. "Unlike you, men begged to lick my asshole and be mine sex slave willingly. But that's not the point. The reason I am here because the Old Gods have finally made their move."

"Oh, really, those old bastards finally decide to come down from the eternal realm and did something, after throwing the task of protecting the world on the New Gods." Rory wasn't impressed.

"Look who is saying." Mabel's voice was as sassy as ever.

So why waiting until now ?

"An Angel of Death has appeared." Mabel replied succinctly. "She Who Thirst has sent an angel of death called Zarakynel to the mortal realm. All life on Earth and even in Falmart are in a great danger."

Death Angels were very dangerous entities because they could open a hole to the void, letting the Apocryph or "The Mist of Nothingness" in swallowed the whole world and returned it to primal chaos. Any living things or even spirit being near the Apocryph would slowly having their life force sucked away.

"That is why they are giving us this." Mabel opened her right hand showing a mystical bright blue flame.

"Is that... what I think it is ?" Even Rory was stunned by the sudden appearance of the mystical flame.

"You are correct, this is the Eternal Flame, a small piece of the Original Flame at the beginning of time. Light this flame at the center of your continent and no darkness could harm your people. The Eternal Flame could banish even the Void itself."

Deep Tunnel Stygia ('The Slime Pit'), Shaft 14, Slocum Mine, Tartarus

Captain Lí Thế Thông stood knee-deep in the stagnant water, listlessly hacking away at an exposed copper vein. It had been something like a half a century now that he'd been in this literally God-forsaken place, give or take a decade. It was all so unfair. Hadn't he died for his country the Republic of Vietnam, like you were supposed to? He'd gone to church… mostly.

He'd been a faithful husband… almost. There had been that one time, half a year before the Vietcong shell ended his life, just after that fresh-faced young private had joined the squad. In the earthly hell of the Phước Long they all thought they had only weeks to live, surely God could forgive a man for seeking whatever companionship and release he could under such conditions?

It would seem that God could not. Thông dimly recalled spending decades in an empty wasteland scoured by a constant terrible storm, wandering without ever finding rest or shelter. Then he was brought here, seemingly to mine copper for all eternity. The last few months had been particularly intolerable. He was sure that other prisoners were stealing ore from his crates when he wasn't looking, because he'd been sentenced to work in the slime pit almost every week.

Worst of all, the pointless riots meant that all the humans were now kept chained up at all times. The corroded bronze manacle had already rubbed his ankle raw. The formerly lax demon supervisors seemed to have found a new motivation for their calling, as they were more eager than ever to apply their whips.

The rumors had been going around the mine since the demons had first questioned them about human weapons. At first there was nothing but a welter of speculation, but as of late they had taken a decidedly grim turn.

New workers were arriving, fresh from earth and bringing tales of their homes falling to an irresistible demonic onslaught. City after city was apparently being raped, pillaged and burned by the fiendish legions. Some refused to believe, harping on about inconsistencies in the stories, but Thông knew they were just grasping at straws.

He had seen what being in the midst of brutal slaughter could do to the mind first hand, at Xuân Lộc and Sài Gòn; if anything the confused ranting of the new arrivals only confirmed the horror of what they had witnesses. In his mind all of humanity was clearly doomed to suffer, individually and collectively.

Into this uniformly depressing picture had come an unexpected ray of hope. At the start of this shift, they had been assembled in the loading area again and Medusa had a different message for them. Reading from a slate chalked with strange runes, she had implored the workers to reveal the location of the human arsenals.

Only then would the demons be able to spare the remaining cities from total destruction. Any human who helped make this possible would be rewarded with dominion over one of the surviving settlements, to rule it in Abbadon's name for the rest of time.

For Captain Lí Thế Thông the struggle with his conscience had been a brief one. He had been loyal to the country had sent him to a fair approximation of this place, rendered in stinking trenches and screaming shellfire, only to throw away his life fighting over a patch of worthless mud. He had been faithful and his God had abandoned him.

Even in this place, his fellow men seemed to wish him only further suffering. No, he no longer gave his loyalty to anyone but himself. Thông resolved to grasp this chance. He was already in hell, he could hardly damn himself a second time by supping with the devil. Besides, if the people of Sài Gòn saw sense and surrendered, perhaps he would be able to save his home from total destruction. What more noble deed could be expected of him?

A dull pounding echoed down the tunnel, muffled by the standing water. An overseer was coming; at regular intervals the hoof-beats paused and were replaced by screams as another miner was given a taste of the barbed whip. The pounding became splashing as the demon approached. Thông' hands began to tremble as he waited for it to reach him, sweat beaded on his forehead as he prepared to betray everything he had ever known. At last the monstrous creature came into sight.

The demon seemed to combine the worst features of a gorilla and a goat into a vast brutish humanoid. The sight of the human's motionless pick had just registered on its face and it began to raise its great spiked lash.

"Wait!" shouted Captain Lí Thế Thông, "I can help! I can tell you where all the America steel comes from! I can lead you to the forges that make Soviet Union's great guns and railways!"

The demon paused with whip raised, uncomprehending. Thông shouted desperately. "The weapons that are giving your armies pause! The metal they are made from, you call it 'enchanted iron'. I can show you where most of it is made!"

For a moment it looked like the demon would ignore him, but then it slowly lowered its whip and reached into the water. The chains confining the humans had no locks; if the demons were capable of such craftwork, they did not waste it on lowly human prisoners. Instead there was simply an unwelded bronze link too thick for a human to bend, but which the overseer's supernatural strength could easily open and close. The demon's clawed hands emerged holding the end of the chain, with which it yanked the human forwards.

"Come." Thông has no choice but to follow the brute up through the winding tunnels towards the main shaft, the chain pulling him roughly to his feet when he tripped and fell. "I hope you're lying, little human, because I'd love to make a feast of your entrails."

They turned off the main tunnel into an area Thông had never entered before. It seemed to be a kind of office, well lit with numerous torches and filled with carved stone tables and stools. Slates filled with chalked runes lay on the tables and hung from the walls, along with thin fired-clay tablets covered in more runes. His eyes only had seconds to take this in before Medusa entered the room, her snake-hair writhing gently. Thông averted his gaze as quickly as possible, falling to his knees in the manner he'd seen the lesser demons use during the rare visits of the senior overseer.

"This one claims to know where the mortal make their enchanted iron."

Lakheenahuknaasi stared at the wretched human cowering before her. Its form was still dripping with rank water. She hoped this one had something useful. Euryale had gambled a lot on this wild scheme, and if it failed she would undoubtedly ensure her handmaidens suffered with her. Lakheenahuknaasi aimed a tentacle at the human and shot a single enthralment dart into the man's shoulder, enough to make it difficult for him to lie to her without robbing him of his wits. He reeled, shook his head and then tried to look at her out of the corner of his eye, in that annoying manner humans seemed to have.

Lakheenahuknaasi smiled at him, unaware that her fangs made the gesture more threatening than reassuring."So, you have something to tell me, yesss?"

Throne Room, Palace of Abaddon, Dis, The Eye of Terror

Abaddon had thrown some temper tantrums in his time but this one exceeded any those present could easily remember. Most of the Orc domestic staff had died one way or another, and the only reason why the massacre had stopped there was that Abaddon had run out of energy. While his magic built up again, he contented himself with screaming abuse at the gathered nobles. Eventually even that led to an exhausted silence. He looked around at the stunned nobility, his eyes flickering from one to the next, trying to catch even the slightest whiff of treason.

"How many members of my guard were killed?"

"Ninety nine, Sire."

"And you claim that humans did this." There was a sly inflexion on the 'you claim'.

"They did Sire, they were seen by a Greater Herald that flew not far away. He saw the Iron Chariots killing them." That was a trump call, Abaddon wouldn't argue with testimony from one of his own Greater Heralds.

"And after the battle they crossed over the bridge and destroyed the camp the other side of the Phlegethon. Then they retreated back to their side of the river where a Flying Chariot joined them."

Abaddon screamed again, and a lightning bolt struck down the speaker where he stood."Their side of the river? Who else thinks such treason?" His eyes ran around the room, seeking for treason again, or an excuse to kill, there wasn't much difference really. "The humans are still at the Dysprosium Bridge."

"They are." Beelzebub spoke carefully. "But they destroyed it. The Phlegethon is unbridged there now."

"Then destroy them. Take your legions, all of them, and destroy them. Belial, is your plan ready to carry out? Or will you be seeing your furnaces from the inside?"

"We are ready Your Majesty. We have the information we need and the chorus is set up." And I can only hope that's true Belial thought. It wasn't when I left two days ago, and when I get back, I'll have little time left.

"Then you will time your attack to match Beelzebub's assault on the Mortal Coalition. How soon can you move your army."

Beelzebub cast an eye at Belial and thought carefully."Four days Your Majesty."

"Then that gives you two more days than I promised Belial. Use them well."

Behind the scene, Deumos watched carefully, absorbing every nuance, every undercurrent in the great room. And through her mind kept running the phrase "the humans cannot lose."

Then, the audience was disturbed by a Greater Herald who stumbled in, exhausted from a too-rapid flight."Your Majesty, terrible news. Asmodeus is dead."

Banks of the River Styx, Fifth Circle of The Eye of Terror

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Lieutenant (deceased) Kim Ngan was concerned. This was by far the most ambitious scheme she and the Special Forces H Team assigned to her had attempted. It was taking up a frightening amount of resources, all their Nexgenbinaslex, their claymores and their concentrated strength. More than twenty humans, six deceased, fourteen living, and a small group of deceased spectators. The Eye of Terror was going to hell Kim Ngan thought, they'd be having embedded reporters here next.

Beside her, Lieutenant Rollings watched the bottleneck in the road below. The ambush had been very carefully set up and additional troops brought in to bring it off. The problem was, the plan depended upon the Chaos demons keeping to their usual, predictable, selves. Faced with a problem, they invariably responded the same way, presumably the one that had been tested and proved successful over more years than humans could comfortably contemplate. If they continued to work that way, then this ambush would also work. If they didn't, then the team here would be seriously weakened. There was a back-up plan for that, if necessary, the whole group would bail out through a portal, the living humans would stay back on Earth while the deceased would quickly re-insert into another region of The Eye of Terror to join one of the new groups that had started up.

The strategy had been in operation ever since the Chaos demon forces had started their campaign to suppress the HFTLN. They'd begun their encampments around a massive fortification near the now-severed bridge over the Styx.

They'd started building them in a checkerboard fashion, each one within sight of the next, moving slowly forward as the lines of outposts were complete. The Chaos demon commander didn't seem to be short of troops, that was for certain, and his strategy was quite obvious. To slowly shrink the ground the HFTLN had to maneuver in until they were forced to fight in a static battle against overwhelming odds.

It was a familiar strategy, one that had been used against guerilla forces since the days of Caesar's battles in Gaul and probably for a long time before that. Still, Rollings had been taught his trade well and knew how to handle this particular problem.

After all, the U.S. Army had been taught that particular lesson in the jungles of Vietnam by some real experts in guerilla warfare. Idly, he wondered just where the dead Vietcong were, they'd make excellent recruits for this particular war.

The dance had started with attacks on the leading edge of the outpost line. When one row was completed, somewhere the next row had to start with a unit being pushed forward. That unit, eleven Chaos demons strong had been ambushed and wiped out. There was no doubt about it, the M-25B plasma rifles were a murderously effective tool when used right and they could cut down the Chaos demons from ranges that the demons couldn't easily grasp.

After losing the first couple of advance units, they'd tried pushing several forward at once. A rapid-fire series of assaults had done for them as well. As the Chaos demon casualties had mounted, fighting an enemy they couldn't see or touch, their morale must have started to plummet because they were showing less and less desire to be moving forward.

Well, that had led to the next stage, the Chaos demon commander had started to push bigger units forward, a full 99-Chaos demon company rather than the eleven-Chaos demon squad. Interesting that, Rollings thought, they'd jumped the 33-Chaos demon platoon completely. That might be a measure of the morale problem down there or perhaps a shortage of junior leaders. Armies that had problems with their NCO numbers frequently dropped the platoon as an effective combat element and treated it as a training ground for company-level NCOs.

Whatever. The Chaos demons had pushed a full company out to secure the basis for their next row of outposts. They'd expected that unit to be attacked and the HFTLN had obliged them. They'd taken out the two outposts behind it, isolating it from aid and then laid siege. Of course, the Chaos demons had done what every army did in such circumstances and sent in a relief force, in this case, two more full companies.

They'd learned the lesson the U.S. Army had learned about that very quickly. The relief force had itself been ambushed, it had been swamped by a hail of rifle and rocket fire that had driven it back in disarray. That battle had cost the Special Forces the life of one of its troopers, fried by a lightning bolt. He'd been too keen, he'd kept firing from the same position rather than changing after every shot. He was doubtless somewhere out here, trying to escape and rejoin the fight as a trooper (deceased).

If he could be located, they'd rescue him, DIMO(N) were working on that. By the timethe battle was over a couple more of the Special Forces people had been wounded and the team had to be replaced, that was where Rollings and his group had come in.

With their first rescue column mauled and repulsed, the Chaos demons had thrown in a bigger one, probably the rest of the battalion, almost 800 strong. It had been lead by a major demon, a huge creature who had been carefully photographed and the images sent back to DIMO(N).

They'd identified him as Asmodeus, one of the Great Dukes down here. They'd added that it was the custom for senior leaders to lead in person at a critical point in a battle and that had been interesting from several points of view. Not least of which was the fact that the Chaos demons obviously considered this engagement a critical one. He'd lead the relief force, the HFTLN had refrained from engaging it and the outpost garrison had then been relieved.

That had set the style for the next period of fighting. The HFTLN would besiege an outpost, inflicting casualties on it but not taking it. If a smaller relief column set out, it would be ambushed and its mauled remains sent scurrying back with its tail between its legs. But if Asmodeus himself led the force, it would be left unattacked. For the last couple of sieges, the Chaos demon commander had dispensed with the small relief column and led a full battalion himself, obviously convinced that his presence deterred any further attack.

So, the battlefield had been shaped and the blow set up. The Chaos demons were indeed predictable, it was easy to determine where their future outposts would, if they had such things as checklists, Rollings could have written one for them and they wouldn't have known the difference between his and their own. He'd been able to choose his ground carefully, the place where he would attack his outpost and the place where he would ambush the relief column. This time, the presence of Asmodeus would be the reason for the attack, not one to pull back.

"There they are Iron Bitch." The column was approaching, a way off yet, but still visible, a shining black mass against the gray-green slime of the Fifth Circle. "And the Tall Fellow is leading them again."

"What's that above them." Kim Ngan spoke urgently, her binoculars traversing the scene.

"Damn. Harpies. That's a new wrinkle. They smarten up faster than we thought. They're staying close in though, they still don't understand how far away we can reach. Nine of them?"

"Nine, Chris. Confirm they're close in." Her radio blipped and she listened briefly. "Three of my people back at Outpost 11-1 have taken a few more shots but the Chaos demons there have learned as well, they're keeping their heads down. Those that still have a head that is."

Over the last few weeks, Kim Ngan and her team had pulled a dozen or so people out of the mud. Nine had been more or less useless, civilians, ancient, modern and in between, without any useful skills and she had sent those to Rahaby.

Three had been soldiers, two modern U.S. Army people. One of them had been killed in Vietnam, another in Operation Desert Storm. They'd taken little in the way of instruction and had checked out on the M25A1 and M25A2 fast. The third had been a French Poilu who'd died at Verdun. He'd taken a bit more training but his attitude to the battle had been an inspiration. His constant muttering of "they shall not pass" and his assertion that The Eye of Terror was an improvement on the mud and slime of Verdun had become unit legends.

Rollings watched the column enter the killing ground he had chosen. The Tall Fellow was leading on a Giant Rhinolobster, by far the biggest that had ever been seen, right at the head of his troops where good demonic practice said he should be. Rollings judged his moment carefully and twisted the first of his detonators. The explosive pattern was the same one that Kim Ngan had used weeks earlier to kill her first Chaos demon rider, an X-shape of Claymores but this time, the X had sixty of the directional mines in each of its arms, saturating the entire head of the column with the clouds of pre-shaped metal fragments. Rollings didn't stop to admire his handiwork, there was too much to be done. He twisted the second detonator, setting off the huge Nexgenbinaslex charge that was directly underneath Asmodeus.

Over ten thousand kilograms of the ULTRON high explosive was buried there, covered with rocks for fragmentation, but it was the sheer blast that Rollings was relying on. The explosion had the striking power of an 400,000 pound aerial bomb and the explosive blocks had been laid in a dish-shape to focus that blast upwards. Asmodeus disappeared in the rolling orange ball of fire and smoke, even as his troops were scythed down by the claymores.

Above the column, the harpies were flung around by the huge blast, tumbled in mid-air, left stunned and disorientated. Several had been hit by flying rocks and dropped to the ground, others on the rim of the blast pattern started scanning the ground trying to pick up the authors of the devastating blow. Even as they did so, one burst into flame as a. 5mm x 400mm plasma bolt from an M-25A1 plasma rifle vaporized his body and his acid blood set his tissues on fire.

Two of the harpies were luckier, they had been on a far swing, away from the sight of the devastating concussion, and they spotted two humans on the ground, firing at the Chaos demons around the blast sight and so absorbed with that they simply didn't notice the threat looming above them. The harpies dived on them, grabbing them with their claws, rending their flesh from their bodies, their calls of triumph blending with the screams of the dying humans.

One of the Special Forces heavy weapons team saw the attack and swung his. 80 caliber machine gun onto the scene, chopping both harpies out of the sky, too late to save their victims. The machine gunner noted that grimly and made it his duty to get the rest of the harpies before they could do any more harm

On the ground, the smoke was clearing, revealing the huge crater where the head of the relief column had been. The mud had been blasted away down to bedrock, figures of Chaos demons were scattered around but of the Great Rhinolobster there was no sign. It must have been part of the horrible tangle of eviscerated body parts that strewed the area.

Rollings surveyed the area intently but it was Kim Ngan who spotted Asmodeus first. He'd been shielded, partially, by the rhinolobster he had been riding but he had been thrown hundreds of meters and the lower part of his body was hideously mangled. She shouldered her M-25 and took careful aim through the telescopic sight, putting bolt after bolt into the Great Duke's head. Asmodeus was still moving, trying to drag himself along by his hands, trying to get away from the blows that were destroying him. He felt his strength fading, then there was another blast and his struggle ended.

Kim Ngan saw the great body cease moving and watched as twenty rockets plowed into it, ending the work of destruction. She saw the rest of the column looking at the scene in appalled silence as the stunning realization that a Great Duke of Hell had just died sank in.

For a moment everything on the battlefield was still, an eerie silence with neither humans nor Chaos demons firing. Then it was broken by the hammer of the. 75 machine gun as it started to rake the survivors. That did it, the Chaos demons broke and ran.

"Sorry about your men Chris. We'll watch out for them. If Tyuwaru can find them, we'll get them out for you."

"Thanks Ngan. We'd better get out of here, those harpies were a nasty surprise. We want to be a long way away before the Chaos demons get their act together and come hunting."

Throne Room of the Adamant Fastness, Tartaruan Range, Outer Rim of The Eye of Terror

"There had better be good news." Belial had had his days on wyvern-back to absorb the news of the death of Asmodeus and there was no upside to that story. One of the greatest Dukes of Hell was dead, killed by humans. If they could kill him, they could kill anybody. They could even kill… Belial stopped himself, if Abaddon detected that thought, Belial's end would be horrible beyond contemplation. "We must avenge Asmodeus."

"Please tell the court what you told me, about the forges of Gary, Indiana." Lakheenahuknaasi asked, as sweetly as she could manage following the stunning news of the death of the Great Duke. Her mind was also calculating, if the humans could kill the Great Dukes, then they had to be stopped before they won this war. And if they couldn't be stopped, wasn't it time she…?

Captain Lí Thế Thông was shaking with fear at the sight of the vast ornate room filled with huge armored demons. Their stares seemed to bore straight into his mind, rendering any notion of backing out now ludicrous.

"Well, m'lords and ladies, you see, all our guns, all our tanks are made of steel. You call it 'enchanted iron', not that that's a bad thing to call it of course, since it just be iron with some special additives."

This caused a minor stir in the court. One of the great armored demons spoke; "Human, do you know the secret of this alchemy? Could you transform plain molten iron into the enchanted iron?"

Thông gulped. "Perhaps, m'lord, it being the case that I was a foreman at a small steel factory in 1967… I would have to see your furnaces…"

The demon lord was pleased. "Now, what of this 'Gary, Indiana'? It has many furnaces, many forges?"

"Aye, the city of Gary makes more steel than anywhere else in the US. The best steel too, and many things from that steel, cast and machined."

The demon lord was clearly pleased and Thông sagged with relief. "Excellent. Where can I find this city of steel?"

"Why, in in Lake County, Indiana, United States, m'lord. Look 25 miles (40 km) from downtown Chicago, Illinois. Gary is adjacent to the Indiana Dunes National Park and borders southern Lake Michigan."

Belial's expression did not show any hint of recognition at the names of the various American cities, but the rough triangulation seemed to satisfy him for now."Very good… Jaameshankel." The count waved his hand dismissively, which Lakheenahuknaasi took as a command to lead the human away.

"You said you had another trai… ah, informant, Euryale? One who knows of the iron chariots?"

"Yes, my lord." The gorgon queen turned to address another of her retinue. "Present your new friend, Megaaeraholrakni."

The second handmaiden stepped forward, her clawed hand keeping a tight grip on the shoulder of a short, bald human. The man swayed unsteadily; Megaaeraholrakni had dosed him heavily with her poison, not wanting to risk him having a last-minute change of heart. She whispered into his ear, "these… men… are very interessted in your 'tankss', please tell them what UralVagonZavod in Nizhny Tagil can offer them."

Dmitry Protasyev recited his pitch by rote. "Well sirs, if it's quality you're looking for, Nizhny Tagil in Sverdlovsk Oblast has the finest workforce and the most modern production lines in the world the UralVagonZavod. No need to worry about capacity either, we built fifty thousand tanks for Mother Russia in world war two…"

The demons were throwing baffled glances at each other. Could this 'Mother Russia' really afford five legions worth of chariots for his troops? More likely the human was inflating the figure to impress. 'Tank' seemed to mean 'iron chariot' but what was an 'Ty fifty five'? Their lord seemed annoyed and that never bode well for the source of the annoyance.

"Enough. Human, you were asked a simple question. Is this 'Nizhny Tagil' a major source of weapons for the human resistance?" Belial's tone oozed with the promise of horrible consequences should this question not be answered promptly.

Now it was Protasyev's chance to be confused. His eyes remained unfocused as he continued; "Why haven't you heard? Nizhny Tagil is the arsenal of communism. Stalin said so himself."

***Half a day later***

Belial couldn't resist taking over. "So four of your greatest religious on earth are : Christianity, Islam, Hinduism and Buddism ? Which is centered around the cities of Rome in Italy, Jerusalem in Israel, Mecca and Medina in Saudi Arabia, Varanasi and Amritsar in India, Lhasa In China and Kyoto Japan ?"

Andrew Yin, a university professor died in a suicide bombing replied. "Well, yeah, I suppose you could put it like that…"

The tension was over now that Belial had made sense of it for them. The barons abandoned the hard task of trying to comprehend the insane humans and slipped back into familiar territory; a flattery competition.

"Excellent deduction my lord!"

"Masterful interrogation, Count Belial!"

Belial allowed this to continue for a few more seconds before silencing the court with a chopping gesture.

"You have pleased me…" there was a slight pause as the count pulled the name from the man's mind… "Andreww." He turned to one of his ubiquitous minor demon servants. "Take them to the guest rooms. See to their needs until I require them again." The traitorous humans were led away.

"Excellent. Euryale, you have surpassed my expectations. We now have the location of the two most critical arsenals supporting the human resistance and 8 of their holiest cities. Once they are destroyed, the human armies will find their reinforcements either severely diminished in number or lacking the holy enchanted weapons that allow them to challenge us."

Belial had been concerned that the intelligence would be dangerously out of date. The constant stream of unpleasant surprises by the mortal on Earth and Falmart had driven home how much the mortals on Earth and Falmart had changed since the demons last visited their worlds in strength. But his informants had been dead less than a human lifetimes. Save total destruction by war, great cities could not change significantly in a mere handful of decades.

Euryale half-spread her wings, holding the leathery membranes low in folds that touched the ground, and lowered her head. It was a gesture that implied respect and submission without the admission of inferiority that the more usual forms of groveling involved."I am most glad that my humble efforts please my lord." she said, with only the slightest hint of sarcasm.

'I really shouldn't let her get away with that' Belial thought, 'but I suppose this once she's earned it.'

The gorgon continued, "There were a few other traitors who I thought might be of use to you. They did not seem to know where the enchanted weapons were produced. But they did claim to know how to make them."

Belial looked thoughtful for a moment before shaking his head. "Move them to the palace. Keep them isolated and under guard. Perhaps they can be of use to Trajakrithoth, perhaps they are best used as wyvern feed, but that can wait. We have only three days left to meet Abaddon's deadline." Actually it was five, but he had already decided to keep the two extra days in hand as his last reserve.

His gaze shifted to the serpentine form of the leader of the Tartaruan naga. She looked distinctly uncomfortable, her tentacles twitching and her coils shifting irritably on the flagstones."Baroness Yulupki, your naga are ready of course?"

"My lord, the chorusss will have no difffficulty with the firssst ten portals…"

Belial frowned. "And the second ten?"

"It isss not my fault, my lord, the additional naaaga I was promisssed, only a quarter of them have arrived. From the rate that they are arriving, three daysss hence we ssshall ssstill have barely a third."

Belial slammed his fist down on the arm of his throne hard enough to crack the stone. Nearly every demon in the hall startled at the noise, excepting the court mason who merely sighed at the thought of having to carve yet another throne."Naturally, the dukes seek to sabotage me, claiming honestly that they sent naga while knowing all the time they will not arrive quickly enough to do any good. But I shall not be denied." he thundered.

The count pointed at Hipparferstiphasus, the leader of his meager flock of harpies."You will take every demon that can fly and you will search out the witches we were promised. Then you will take every wyvern we have, snatch up the naga and fly them directly to Okthuura Yal-Gjaknaath."

"Of course my lord." The harpy bowed low, wings spreading on the floor, then ran from the throne room.

Yulupki writhed."My lord, without time to harmonissse the chorusss, we risssk…"

Belial smashed his fist down again, this time hard enough to spall splinters of adamantine from the side of the throne."No excuses. Why are you still here? Take your naga up to the first ten portal site immediately and make ready to open it up to Earth, we will strike them first then well will deal with the Empire later."

Yulupki bowed, whirled around and slithered away through the great bronze doors. Euryale didn't even bother to hide her smirk.

"And you, Trajakrithoth?" Belial continued "Tell me you have the shrines ready."

The baron charged with running the main forges and workshops was a huge demon with streaky brown fur, little of which was visible under his massive bronze armor, and a voice like a stone grinder. "Almost, my lord. The shrines on Okthuura Jorkastrequar are complete. I am allowing my demons no breaks, no respite. The shrines on Okthuura Yal-Gjaknaath will be completed within two days."

Belial sat back contentedly, but the forge-master had not finished."I must warn you though, between making the shrine rods and the rebelliousness of the mortals, trident production has been completely disrupted."

Baron Guruktarqor cut in. "Stocks of refined copper and tin are running low sire, half of our smelting furnaces are out of operation. Plenty of ore in the silos sire but output from the mines is also down to less than half." The baron was small and runtish for a demon of his station, speaking in a voice reminiscent of asquealing boar; most of the court found him intolerable, but Belial found his talent for keeping track of the minutiae of Tartaruan industry useful.

"Euryale's manipulations have stopped the rioting but we need more workers sire, demon and mortal."

"You shall get them. Already messengers have arrived from Beelzebub, Merihem and Gressil, demanding our best tridents to equip the legions they are mobilizing. I expect there will be more shortly. I have demanded twelve mortals and one lesser demon per crate. They will have no choice but to pay the tribute, unless they would rather leave their legions helpless against the mortals and their magery."

"If I could make a request, my lord?"

The count tilted his head, inviting Euryale to continue. "I have some ideas on how to improve the mortals' enthusiasm for their work. But I will require some females. A few dozen should do to start with."

Belial snorted, a reaction shared by most of the demons present. Tartarus had always levied male mortals in return for its wares, as both sexes were equally useful to the torturers but males were obviously far superior manual laborers. There was only one thing Euryale could want the females for and Belial didn't like that notion at all.

"Have you forgotten that we still need the psychic energy of the mortals ? It hardly matters if we produce a few more tridents, if my serfs are rebelling because your pampered mortals no longer give up enough energy."

"My lord, I am confident that will not be the case. You see, recent events have shown how acclimatized to their condition the mortals had become. When a mortal has nothing left to lose, the quality of anguish we can inflict is limited. For a few decades they rage and hate, but then their minds decay into apathy. By mixing in a little pleasure with their pain, by giving them something to lose again, I will heighten their suffering and inject fresh desperation even as they toil ever harder in your service."

Again Euryale had caught the attention of the whole court and they were nodding in appreciation of her logic. 'She does have a talent for speeches', thought Belial, 'I will have to find a way to make use of that.'

"Very well. I shall permit you to continue your games… as soon as Earth and Falmart have been reduced to glowing slag."

The Hellgate, Martial Plain of Dysprosium

"Let's have any HPMAD you have on board." The voice from outside the tank combined urgency and boredom.

"Would you care to repeat that soldier?" Major Stevenson peered over the edge of her turret. She and her combat group had been waiting in the traffic jam by the Hellgate for nearly four hours and she wasn't in the mood for any insubordination. Besides, she was hot, tired and sticky from being inside a tank too long and chewing out a subordinate would be welcome relief. As the thought crossed her mind, she decided she'd probably been in The Eye of Terror too long.

"I'm sorry Ma'am, but its orders. All outgoing armor is to unload any HPMAD ammunition on board for reissue. Its in short supply and the units up on the Phlegethon are going to need it."

"HPMAD? Is that a new round?"

"Yes Ma'am. High Performance Multi Purpose Anti-Demon. New round, just started getting the first shipments. Got an mithril liner instead of copper. Chaos demons surely do hate mithril. If you got any Ma'am, we'll unload it for you." The Sergeant had noted the battered vehicles and suddenly decided that these unitshad been in Hell a lot longer than he had. And messing with this Major might be a very bad idea. Especially if the scuttlebutt about a battle brewing was true.

"Hokay. Sergeant, we've none of that on board. Any idea how long we'll be hung up for? I kinda hanker to see a blue sky again."

"Dunno Ma'am and that's the honest truth. There's stuff pouring in all the time. The Russians have been coming in all morning and we had about 5 Israeli armored divisions before that and I'm told there're 50 European armored divisions behind them. And then there's the aircraft the brass are towing in. There's more of our boys unloading down South, or their equipment is. Guys themselves being flown in. Look over there ma'am."

'Over there' was the road leading through the Hellgate. The stream of Russian armor had stopped for a few minutes, their place taken by aircraft tractors, each one towing what looked like an J-4. Only, they were now painted red-gray and they had a mushroom-shaped filter over the engine intakes. Stevenson lifted her mask slightly and took a cautious sniff of the air. It was a lot cleaner here than further into The Eye of Terror, presumably there was some gas exchange through the Hellgate, but there was a new smell as well. One that achingly reminded Stevenson of home in Bayonne. The smell of tar andoil refineries.

"A blacktop road in The Eye of Terror. Whodathunkit."

"Engineers all over ma'am. You should see the roads their building down from the north and up from the ports in the South. And the airfields, they're sproutin' like weeds after a thunderstorm. Some of the fighter jocks flew their birds through the 'mouth but brass put a stop to it. Too risky they said. Look, ma'am, keep your engines running, I'll get my boys to make a hole for you. Slide you out as fast as we can."

The Sergeant did his best but it still took more than an hour to get Stevenson's unit out. Finally, they managed it, sliding her out between the end of the J-4 unit and the start of a Hungarian J-86 outfit. But, the military police managed it and, once again, there was the silent, undramatic transition as the cloudy red and gray overcast of The Eye of Terror was replaced by the clearblue of the Lemuria sky.

Just looking at it made Stevenson very happy. Ahead of them, a traffic direction private waved them off the road into a vast parking lot, full of Chamberlains, Black Knights and T-15 Barbaris(s). Plus all the other vehicles that made up the order of battle of an Armored Division. Stevenson recognized the markings, they were all 7th Armored of the First Joint Task Force.

When his Bradley came to a halt, Major Warhol stretched and dropped out of the back, leaving the cramped compartment that had been his home for over a week. Some of his staff from the field operation of DIMO(N) were waiting and he got the customary back-slapping greeting. Behind them, the long cavalcade of vehicles had started moving again, the great Russian ZIL and MAZ trucks being followed by the first of the European Chariot II tanks. Warhol gestured at "Well, if there wasn't a Peak Oil problem before, there certainly will be now."

One of the scientists snorted. "Peak Oil? That… Oh, never mind. Anyway, we're hoping we'll hit oil in The Eye of Terror. How did it go Major?"

"Not bad, our sims were pretty accurate. The dust is bad though. I'm surprised to see aircraft going in. Licked the filtration problem?"

"Yes and no. The filters cut airflow to the engines by about 20 – 30 percent. So that hits performance. And the time between overhauls is horrible, 50 to 60 hours before an engine has to be pulled and stripped. The good news is the clogging problem's been licked."

Something about the way the man put that caught Warhol's attention. Putting on his most casual voice he asked the question they'd been hoping he wouldn't. "How did you crack it then?"

There was an embarrassed shuffling of feet. "Well, actually we didn't.

We designed a filter pack and a pod that would use reverse air blast to clean the filters. Only problem was the pilot would have to glide with the engines out while he used it. They didn't like that.

Couple of aircraftmen came up with something better, a series of tabs on the inside of the filter that interfered with the airflow and made the filter shake. The dust in there is dry and that worked like a charm. Doubled or more the time taken for the airflow loss to reach mission-ending proportions."

Warhol laughed and shook his head."Right, I just got to say my farewells and then you can bring me up to date on the rest." Then he set off to where Stevenson was speaking with MacFarland.

"We're leaving the vehicles here, First Cavalry will be taking them over.

Seventh Armored is being split up, First Brigade will be staying as the cadre for the rebuilt division, Second and Third will be cadres for two new armored divisions. We're all going back to the States for that. Stevenson, you'll be commanding First Battalion in the new First Brigade. Any idea what you want to name your battalion?"

Stevenson thought for a second. Spearhead was too obvious. "How about the Hellcat Battalion Sir?"

"Good choice. You done good Stevenson. So have your crew. Got a commission for one of them, the others get to jump up the enlisted grades. Who's best officer material in your crew?"

Again, a quick thought. "Hey Biker? You're an officer."

Her driver's head emerged from his hatch, his attention caught by the use of the crew nickname. As the message sank in he shook his head.

"Oh no Boss, you can't do that to me. Please. Not an Officer."

Okthuura Jorkastrequar, Tartaruan Range, borderlands of The Eye of Terror

Yulupki sat unhappily atop the Great Beast as it clambered up the side of the volcano. The track was so rough as to be virtually non-existent, it was really just a relatively level strip that had been cleared of boulders. It had been two months since this particular cone had last erupted and ash-laden smoke was still pouring out of many fissures in its sides. There was no guarantee that the lava would not again start pouring out while the ritual was in progress. However Belial had insisted on placing the portal as deep as possible into the magma, which meant the ritual had to take place on the rim of an active crater.

She was sure the lumbering Beast had picked up on her distaste for its kind and was doing what it could to throw her off. Not that there was much chance of that, as the leather harness held her coils tightly to its back, but the lurching made it difficult to focus and prepare for the task ahead. Naga could manage short bursts of speed when pressed, but in general their speed was much inferior to even the common demon warrior, much less the cavalry or fliers. That made this indignity necessary but not any more tolerable.

Finally the Great Beast attained the rim of the crater and Yulupki was afforded an expansive view of Jorkastrequar. A hundred yards below her a veritable lake of semi-congealed lava bubbled and hissed. Fortunately the copious smoke it was spewing was carried straight up into the sky by the strong thermals, otherwise visibility in the crater would have been near-zero. As planned, the forge demons had erected three great shrines to the barrier spirits, spaced equally around the rim. Each shrine consisted of a row of thirteen copper rods driven into the pumice at 30 yard intervals, each rod 300 feet tall and tapering from 40 inches diameter at the base to a sharp point at the top. The rods supported a great spider's web strung in copper, silver and gold wire.

Both the pattern of the web and the bifold curve of rods was the result of millennia of painstaking trial and error, carried out by naga searching for the arrangement that best pleased the spirits that dwelt between worlds. Rumor had it that the existence of the spirits had been discovered quite by accident. Long ago a lone naga had attempted to open a portal to gate a small force of warriors to another world. As luck had it she performed the ritual facing the warriors, who had at that moment presented their tridents in salute to a passing baron. The portal sprang into existence at twice the expected size. The passing baron commended the naga for the strength of her magery, which forced her into a desperate series of attempts to replicate the feat.

Eventually that nameless naga discovered that a close packed arrangement of bronze rods could multiply the effect of her ritual many-fold. This could only be the work of unknown beings existing in the strange realm the portal crossed. The creatures clearly desired the shrines, but could not enter the physical world to construct them themselves. Thus a wordless bargain was struck; the demons would build the shrines, and in return the barrier spirits would aid the naga in their work, adding their psychic strength to the task of opening the portal. As long as the shrines were constructed according to the prescribed traditions, Yulupki had never known the barrier spirits to renege on their end of the deal. This was just as well, because they would need all the help they could get to meet Belial's demands.

In front of each shrine the demon workers had carved out six crude terraces, each of which held thirteen wooden pallets. Three quarters of the pallets were already filled with the long coiled forms of naga, each resembling a giant snake with a scaled and vaguely female humanoid torso in the place of a head. More continued to arrive as she watched, strapped to the backs of lesser Beasts that strained and staggered under their weight. For now Yulupki was basking in the waves of heat, but she knew that it would become unpleasantly hot by the end of the ritual; the insulating pallets would prevent burns to their undersides. Eager to begin the ritual, she commanded the Great Beast to take her to the nearest shrine.

Great Hall of the Adamant Fastness, Tartaruan Range, Outer Rim of The Eye of Terror

The great hall was filled to capacity with demons, including every minor noble from Count Belial's domain save a few lesser baronets that could not be spared from overseeing production. They were seated at carved stone tables more commonly used for victory feasts.

There was little sound other than the padding of servants running to and fro, running errands and bringing chunks of fresh meat refreshment. Save for these minor disturbances, every demon seemed to be concentrating intensely.

The count himself paced back and forth on the raised platform in the centre of the chamber. Sharing the platform with him was the great gorgon Euryale, flanked by her handmaidens and commanders of the strike force, Lakheenahuknaasi and Megaaeraholrakni.

To a human, the trio looked quite similar. All three were clad in nothing but their shining bronze scales, had for tresses a mass of tentacles each like a cyclopean snake, and possessed both great bat-like wings and a pointed tail that curled about their taloned feet. On closer inspection however, differences were apparent.

Euryale's curvaceous figure and enchanting voice (at least, to other demons) clearly favored her succubus heritage. Megaaerah's anemically slim form and reputed skill at portal magery were much reminiscent of her naga cousins. Lakheenahuknaasi 's relatively compact and muscular form, not to mention her straightforward attitude, showed more of a kinship with the harpies.

Also present on the platform was Captain Lí Thế Thông, who was flanked by a pair of demonic guards and looking extremely pale.

"I have one!" Castellean Zatheoplekkar's shout broke the silence. "A male, in a city… called New Yorkk."

Within seconds Belial Kornakat was towering over his vassal. "Show me." Belial entered Zatheoplekkar's mind and from there followed the psychic link to the possessed human. Through his eyes he saw a cramped, cluttered room, dominated by a large glowing picture of two seated humans.

Curiously the picture seemed to be moving. Belial pressed harder, mentally wringing the mind of the man for information, faintly amused by the pain he was causing.

"His name is Christopher Hughes. He lives alone, but in a crowded part of the city." A rasping chuckle escaped Belial's lips. "He believes us to be a fiction invented by their nobility, for the purpose of…" the demon struggled to extract sense from the human's chaotic mind

"placing all nations under the dominion of the You Ee Ay ."

He looked questioningly at the human traitor, who had been instructed to keep close by his side.

Captain Lí Thế Thông found his hands trembling again. "My lord, I have never heard of this 'UEA'. Most likely it is a wild fancy of his. But I do know of New York. It is a big city of eight million souls located about 760 miles east of Gary."

Euryale seemed less satisfied than her lord. "That is closer than 'Jacksonville', but still, I would rather not send my handmaiden into the heart of a large human city. You have spoken at length on the potency of their new weapons. The chance of failure is too high."

Belial frowned. "Keep that one possessed." he instructed Zatheoplekkar. "Very well. I will allow you another hour, no more. Then they go." He gestured at the Lakheenahuknaasi's team, who looked nearly as uncomfortable as Captain Lí Thế Thông.

Fifty minutes later, the only other magic-sensitive that the assembled demons could locate was in DC, which if their tame human was to be believed seemed little better than New York. Lakheenahuknaasi and her team considered their options.

They could wait until nightfall, but if they flew low over a settlement filled with humans she was still likely to be seen. If the rumors about the fate of Abigor's harpies were true this could be a suicidal proposition. Perhaps it would be better to enthrall a few humans and get them to sneak her out of the city somehow.

Undignified, but less likely to get them killed by the humans. On the other talon, delaying for long enough to disrupt the Count's schedule would likely get them killed on their return, if they were allowed to return at all.

Lakheenahuknaasi's musings were interrupted by an excited squeal.

"Sire, sire, I have one! A human woman! She is in an uninhabited wilderness, somewhere to the west of the target." He shrank back as the Count forced his way into the psychic link. "As you can see my lord, vanity was her undoing."

This time Belial let loose with a full-blown maniacal laugh."Indeed I can Guruktarqor." The human female was cleaning her hair in some kind of indoor waterfall.

For some reason, the mysterious effect that was protecting humans from entanglement had ceased to work with this one.

A few minutes of vulnerability were enough to allow the demons to find her and gain purchase in her mind. "That one will be going directly to the eighth circle." He nodded to Euryale.

All eyes were now on the hall's central platform, which now stood empty save for the gorgon queen. She spread her wings and closed her eyes, joining the psychic link to the possessed human girl and focusing intently on that target.

Static discharges resembling miniature sheet lightning danced over her wing membranes as she poured psychic force into the connection. Several pregnant seconds passed before finally the familiar black sphere of nothingness swelled into existence in the centre of the room.

Belial gestured to a waiting squad of lesser demons. "Entertain me." The small strike force was eager, loyal and expendable. Roaring battle cries, the demon warriors charged single-file into the portal and disappeared. The count closed his eyes, concentrating on distant events.

A vicious grin slowly spread over his face. His eyes snapped open again and fixed on Lakheenahuknaasi and her team. "Now it's your turn. Hurry up, we have other Falmartian cities to attacks.

Chapter 27: December 7th, 1941

Note: The situation of the Earth is still the same as it is now, the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting military draft. The world divided into many blocks competing with each others.

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Imperial Palace, Neo-Tokyo, Greater Japan, 2069

"What are you doing this late at night, Shizuka ?" Asked the 82-year-old Prime Minister of Unified Kingdom of Greater Japan and Taiwan, Yōji Itami.

Shizuka Itami, the first daughter of the famous war hero Yōji Itami, was a popular television personality.

Due to her unique position as Emperor Hisahito's wife, and her father's connections and popularity, she gained insight into the Great War Era. She had published several award-winning books including three war memoirs.

Looking up at her father, Shizuka smiled, "Hi dad, How are you doing lately ?" Before answered her father's earlier question. "As you see, I just want to finish the opening for my new book."

"You need to take care of yourself more Shizuka, you know your mother will be worry if you stay up all night." Itami said softly, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"Daddd... I'm not a child anymore, I already have three children, two of them are in college, I can take care of myself. Jeez, you sound like mother." Shizuka grumbled like a teenager.

Itami tapped her head. "Hey, young lady, even if you're the Emperor's wife, I am still your father. Do not speak to to you old man like that."

"Sorry dad-"

Itami approached her desk then asked. "Can I see it ?"

Shizuka nodded and leaned forward a bit. "Sure, Dad. Here you are. Remember to give me some reviews too."

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The Great Earth-Falmart War (2029-49) is the greatest conflict in human history. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this is the tipping point of human history, the world will never be the same after the war.

The damage of the War is incalculable and with it is the death of the old world order. Even before the Rumbling in 2019 the human race already at the tipping point of climate change, unless upmost effort is committed the world as we know will end in 2100.

And you can guess, no one is giving a shit about the environment after the Rumbling. In just the 10-year period before the Great War, humanity pumped more C02 into the atmosphere than the previous 150 years combined, in an effort to rearm and rebuilt the world. So much fossil fuels were burned that the US rust belt and the north east, Europe as far as the Ural and the Indo-Pacific region covered in thick back smoke of pollution.

It wasn't sure what the people of that time thought, probably nothing at all, they were blinded by hatred, or perhaps they thought that after invading Falmart they would emigrate there and abandon the dying Earth.

The "Mother of all Wars" isn't helping the environment as all, in just 20 years of the war, the earth's temperature has increased by 3 degrees Celsius, not counting the previous 2 degrees Celsius compared to the pre-industrial era in 2029. As a result, the sea level has risen by more than 3 meters displacing millions of people around the world.

The only reason the modern world even survives is thanks to ULTRON's godlike technologies and insane efficiency in resource management. The supercomputer basically run the war economy of the entire world.

What an irony that America, the heart of capitalism, would later become a command economy for its own survival.

ULTRON has become the almighty guardian of the human race, but just the American ones to be precise. ULTRON's priority is to protect North America continent first, it is in its core programing.

The Earth-Falmart Conflict from 2029 to 2049 is the bloodiest military conflict in history with unbelievable casualties.

An estimated total of 700–850 million people perished, or about 10% of the 2030 world population (est. 8.03 billion). Deaths directly caused by the war (including military and civilian fatalities) are estimated at 500–560 million, with an additional estimated 190–280 million deaths from war-related extreme weather conditions. Civilian deaths totaled 500–550 million. Military deaths from all causes totaled 210–250 million, including deaths in captivity of about 50 million prisoners of war. More than a third of the total number of casualties are accounted for by the dead of the Federal Republic of China and of the Republic of India.

But that was nothing compared to the damage the War had on the Earth's biosphere. There is no word can describe the effects of the War on the native Earth species except Mass Extinction. From 2029 to 2051, it is estimated that 75% or more of all native species on Earth were made extinct. The event affected all continents at the same time.

Despite the event's severity, there was significant variability in the rate of extinction between and within different clades. Species that depended on photosynthesis and pollinated by bees declined or became extinct as atmospheric particles from the Great Scorch ( a massive global bushfire caused by climate change and amplified by imperial magic) blocked sunlight and reduced the solar energy reaching the ground. This plant extinction caused a major reshuffling of the dominant plant groups.

But it wouldn't be fair to say it was all human fault, the opening of the Gate and The Empire also played a big part of the 6th Mass Extinction. The arrival of many invasive species from the Falmart led to many native species on Earth became extinct.

"The oceans are glowing red." They said.

Due to the harsh environment on Falmart, most of the invasive species from Falmart are extremely strong and adaptive, they simply outcompete most species on Earth. For example the "plants".

On Falmart what we informally referred to as "plants", are not plants in the truest sense. They are Chemophyta (lit. "chemical plants"), a phylum of autotrophic symbiotic organisms, roughly equivalent to plants on Earth.

Most of the plants on Earth are phototroph organisms while the chemophytes on Falmart are primarily chemotrophic organisms.

Chemophytes primarily gain energy from processing atmospheric Dinitrogen (N2). A trait in almost every branch of Chemophyta (with Necrophyta being the sole exception) is the presence of algal symbiotes within their membrane, which give them a greenish coloration. These algal symbiotes, which are phototropic, supply their hosts with some of their produced glucose for additional nutrition, receiving elemental nitrogen and water given off as waste products from chemosynthesis in return.

Being chemotrophic organisms, chemophytes unlike phototropic plants on Earth can grow in any environments even the ones without sunlight, they just need liquid water and air. The is a very big advantage.

For example: the altiphyta clade (lit. "tall plants" ranging anywhere from 50m to 250m high) that are analogous to common trees on Earth, can grow as fast as the bamboo on earth, which have been found to grow at up to 91 cm (35 in) per day or at a rate of 0.00003 km/h (0.00002 mph).

Similarly, due to Falmart higher gravity and harsh enviromental conditions, animal species of Falmart are superior to native Earth species. The rapid warming of the Earth combined with relentless competition from invasive species has led to a widespread and rapid decline in biodiversity on Earth. About 17% of all families, 50% of all genera and 75% of all species became extinct.

The destruction of the environment and the increasing attacks from the Empire resulted in the greatest socioeconomic change in human history. Humanity was forced to retreat into their fortress cities under the protection of ULTRON, all areas that were difficult to defend or of no strategic value were abandoned.

Increasing lone wolf attacks, rising sea levels and extreme weather condition have created the largest migration wave in history. Hundreds of millions of people from Latin America, Sub-Saharan Africa and Southeast Asia have migrated to Fortress of North America, the safest place on Earth.

ULTRON core mission is to protect North America continent and american lives first so the unfortunate implication is the rest of the planet have less protection from the machine-god. They were forced to eat protein bars and have strict rations compared to USNA citizens.

As of late 2030-40s, thanks to ULTRON, The Unified States of North America ( a nation born from the collapse of Latin America nations central governments in the Great Drought) was the undisputed hyperpower on the planet, spearheading the development of stronger weapons, vehicles, and Tactical Surface Fighters (TSF); most people have called the Unified States the "Armory of the World". USNA troops stationed on the frontlines continue to fight alongside local forces even as the USNA military leadership explores radical strategies aimed at bringing the Falmartian threat to heel, and at the same time leaving them a world situation with the USNA at the top.

While the USNA remained on the cutting-edge of technology development and created many of the weapon systems that would later become standard on all UEADF armies, the nation as a whole had been spared the crippling attrition warfare that other nations had to face against the Holy Darwinian Empire.

USNA command decision to bombard the second Imperial landing at Athabasca, Canada, spared the North American continent from suffering the same fate as South America, Africa and Asia, allowing them to retain a strong industrial and technological base from which to strengthen their forces.

Despite the great contributions of the USNA in general and ULTRON in particular to the War, the policies set by the government are sometimes reluctantly accepted by other nations, especially those on the frontlines. Political maneuvering and prioritizing of self-interest at the cost of others have earned the USNA no small amount of ire from other nations, and the USNA Armed Forces are sometimes liable to use force as a deal-breaker when they require things to go their way, further souring relationships with other nations.

USNA policies towards foreigners and refugees remain controversial. Despite providing substantial aid to foreign refugees from Europe and elsewhere, uncontrollable events such as corruption in the nations hosting said refugee camps and the USNA's pragmatic view of national policies paint a less-than-friendly light over the Unified States of North America. While the USNA Armed Forces does accept foreign troops in the armed forces, they are usually drawn from the massive refugee camps with promises of citizenship.

As in 2069, The Unified States of North America is a monstrously huge behemoth of 3 billion people ( a third of the world population), with more land than all of Russia and thousands of major urban areas.

-A Brief History Of The Fallen Of The Old World And The Rise Of USNA.

Minith Academy, New Miraculum, Falmart's Moon Oisin, 2069

"The drunkard is the bravest of the brave." That was an ancient naval proverb.

While our Holy Empire like to think our soldiers were the bravest, we weren't shy from using enhancement potions. Lelei smiled sarcastically. I guess they just want to make sure.

Lelei approached a rebellious-looking student on the second rows then asked. "Lusako have you ever try White Refrain ?"

Lusako frantically denied. "Of course Not, I've never used Refrain. Professor, I swear."

"Good. Do not use drug, young men. As you know White Refrain is a highly regulated psychotropic potion known for causing hallucinations.

Users will relive old memories with significant emotional significance.

It is occasionally used under a physician's supervision to assist in the recovery of repressed memories.

More controversial is the use of Black Refrain in interrogations as a truth serum or to aid witnesses in recalling significant details.

A single dose can cause significant side effects such as nausea, respiratory depression, hypotension, high fever, seizures, and in rare cases: cardiac arrest or comas.

Long term use is linked with cognitive decline, degenerative nerves, Raynaud's syndrome, blindness, and persistent hallucinations.

White Refrain is difficult to detect in the blood, especially off-shoot varieties, which increases the rate of complications.

It also interferes with numerous medications, either increasing the half-life or preventing them from being absorbed."

"Now, everyone. What should you do if you see a Dakaethee or a Quazaq (infamous drug cartels in the city) in the street ?"

"We report them to the knight police." The whole class answered in unison.

"That's right, class, never try illegal potions on the street, even once. It will ruin your bright future." Satisfied with the answer, Lelei turned back to the board.

"As you know, Refrain is just one of hundreds of illegal poisons rife on the streets right now.

"The situation is not good now but this was nothing compare to the Opioid Crisis of the previous decade. This problem can be traced back to the Great War era, the stress of that war was almost unbearable.

"Can you image the life an average imperial soldier, they have to stay underground for months, couldn't see the sun, never knew when their base would be nuked.

"Fighting killer drones, giant robots and every nightmarish things ULTRON and the UEADF threw at them," rolling her eyes, Lelei shook her head to express her empathy. "With all of that, no wonder they stoned out the troops to the point they can't feel jack shit."

"Yes. that's right, the society as we know it was founded on the backs of functional drug addicts. We're not fighting a war unless we're piss drunk the entire time." Lelei boldly declared.

Her students didn't know how to react other than laughing off. In the face of nuclear weapon even the bravest man would tremble. The heat from those mini-sun was unbearable even when you were deep undeground.

And those damn neutron bombs and its accursed gamma radiation, that taste of metal. Even when you survived the blast wave, your body was already toasted at the cellular level, your titan regeneration had to replace every single cell, during that time you would be in horrible agony if you didn't have healing potions.

"If I have to eat rats, crawl in the mud in Siberia and smelling rotten body, I would too use drugs." A young girl said.

"Of course, the Empire isn't the only one who uses psychotropic potion, the UEADF also have their fair share. The most famous ones is Compound B."

The Great Terran Falmart War was characterized by the surprisingly lack of PTSD. The number of UEADF troops having psychological treatment was unreasonably low.

The reason for that was Compound B aka the brave pill. An extremely powerful neural and emotional suppression drug. Soldiers were kept from feeling pain or shock or panic. With Compound B soldiers could calmly talking about losing an arm like it was nothing, or fighting from the prone with their guts hanging out.

There were many story of UEADF soldiers with their legs completely blown off but so calm talking to his teammate over the radio and still managed to shoot back at cloaked enemies while bleeding out and being pinned down by heavy firepower.

They keep on fighting until either their brain or heart blown to pieces or died of severe blood loss. That usually took 35 to 40 minute due to the nanites in their blood keeping them alive.

"Compound B is of course, not a magical drug. Long term use is linked with cognitive decline, apathy, emotional detachment, alexithymia, antisocial personality disorder. But who cares anyway ? Definitely not the pharmaceutical companies or the war hawk politicians. As long as they can fight and the government don't have to pay for their therapist."

It could be said that the Great Terran-Falmart War was a war where the soldiers were armed with drugs as much as with bullets. This was one of the reason why the War lasted for so long. You couldn't feel anything even if you commit terrible atrocities that even the Nazis were afraid of.

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A Certain Bar in Yamato, Azjania, Falmart, 52030

Located along the eastern coasts of the Holy Darwinian Empire, Yamato was an important trade hub. Positioned almost literally in the center of the world (as far as the denizens of the Central Continents are concerned) and in a densely populated strait, Yamato is also a center of culture and information.

The skyline of the city reflected this, with bright skyscrapers stretching to the sky. Magical lights illuminated the streets in a number and elegance fitting for what is currently regarded as the greatest superpower in history of Falmart.

In all of Yamato, one bar in particular was quite popular among the merchant and corporate communities. Agents from large companies and traveling merchants settled in this bar whenever they were in town, for this bar was also frequented by the most knowledgeable and talkative of men.

A mere whisper uttered in this bar could send companies tumbling and markets crashing, or provide an insight that could lead to innumerable wealth.

"Did you know, there were rumors that the Emperor summoned The Legendary Winter General Saint Nicholas Claus." An old man said to his 3 companions.

"He is real ?! I thought he was just an Imperial legend." Another man replied.

"He is real." another voice suddenly cut in.

The four turned to the owner of the voice, an old Elf in red clothes.

"I was there, I was there when The Winter King Krampus was Defeated. My name isn't important, I was just one Elf among many, fighting in the North-Pole defenses trenches on Ra 24th, 51776.

My comrades and I had received word that the enemy would soon breach our defenses and so, within only a few hours of receiving the order, they did. I was part of the Polar-Imperial Fighters, Northern Infantry 123rd, known as the Merry Gentlemen fighters.

It was 98 degrees Celsius below zero. We were held within our snow entrenches, the sound of the Krampusnacht Imperial force's ice guns, ringing overhead. We were trapped; outgunned, out man, and out of time.

We held the line, my elves and I, we held it with every fire arrow and Phoenix grenade we could muster. I remember seeing the foes, marching on our position; The demon army of Krampus, with their dark, red eyes, and hooded war gear, continued to press on toward us.

I remember standing there as my buddy, Alf, took a stray ice spear to the eye, poor guy had his blood and gut splattered all over me. Then, Ralf, had his entire chest cavity opened, by a well-placed ice spear sniper.

Dear Lord Emroy, I can still smell the scent of his insides, all over me, as I held him there as he died. Our wardens, brave man as he was, was out in the middle of no-elf's land, armed with nothing more than a fire sword, with a shattered shield, fighting the devil himself; His supreme, Imperial Warlord, Winter Emperor Krampus.

The great enemy wielded a great, obsidian great sword, which he used to cut down my fellow infantry elves. like a nodophyta tree on New Year's eve. I went to grab my magic crossbow, locking in a fresh clip of 12 fire arrows, and lept from my trench.

The sound of the dead, dying, and fighting, ringed throughout my pointed ears, as milky white tears filled my eyes. I ran and ran, watching as the two combatants fought before me.

It was a few feet later that I raised my Candy-Cane magic crossbow, taking aim at the ice devil made heresy-flesh himself, only to hear the shattering sound of my leg, pierce with an absolute zero-snowball, snapping and splitting my leg in two, like it was a gingerbread leg, causing me to fall upon the cold, blood-stained, snow.

I slowly looked up, watching as Winter Emperor-Krampus took the head of my friend and leader, Wardens Cookie, displaying it for his men to see. He then tossed it before me, with a wicked grin that showed his sharpened, yellow teeth, and slowly walked before me, on his dear like legs red as fire.

He held his sword, freshly stained with the blood of my friend, in his hands, as he hissed and mocked me with that forked tongue, raising the weapon high in the air.

I then closed my eyes, having resigned myself to this fate and to my sins, knowing all was lost...Then, I heard it, the sound of hoof beats, on a winter's snow.

I opened my eyes, blinking away the tears that filled it, only to look and see the face of Krampus and his demons, drenched in the bright, red burning light, that illuminated the battlefield, a look of terror that filled the demonic emperor to his blackened core.

I then turned, not sure if I was dreaming, or if this was still real, but at that moment, I saw the face of my savior, with an army of winged angels at his back.

He was a tall man, built like a Warrior of ancient Scandinavian Empire, dressed in a helm of adamantine, topped with a red hat, and a leather, X crossed chest strap, that held his flowing coat of red, like a great cape.

He rode on the back of a mighty Dragon Reindeer, whose nose burned bright with the red, glowing rage he felt toward those that would bring such sin and corruption to land. His rider wielded a mighty, double-bladed Axe, etched with the dents and notches of enemy weapons throughout its candy-canned colored shaft and hilt.

That was not the gift giver, the milk and cookies eater, that was the Winter Saint nobody ever saw, for fear of his wrath on new winter days; That was Saint Nicholas Claus, The General of Winter, and he had come to settle the score."

Emperor's study room, Ula Pianca (Imperial Subterranean Castle )

St. Nicholas Claus, in his characteristic crimson armor, kneeling reverently in front of Emperor Molt Sol Augustus. It had been nearly three centuries since the last time His Excellency summoned him to fight the Winter Emperor Krampus.

This had to be an important mission for the Emperor to summon him from his arctic factories. The legendary Santa's Workshop, an estate of his family for the past 20,000 years, where the legendary Santa Claus family and their elves made the toys and presents given out at new year celebration. Even in this disturbance time of war, Santa's Workshop was still a place providing hope for millions of imperial children.

"My Glorious Liege Lord, the Emperor of Darwinia, I am honoured to be at your presence once more. It has truly been a long time, M'lord."

Molt smiled genuinely, a rare sight to say the least, Santa Claus toys were very famous, they were more than just a gift they contained the new year spirit, even the Imperial family, with all of their wealth, love their new year presents. That was the reason even in the dire time of Great War, Molt made a special exemption for Santa's Workshop, allowing them to continue making toys instead of weapons.

"You may rise, St. Nicholas of House Claus. Your presence is always welcome here." The Emperor said softly.

As St. Nicholas Claus standing up, he asked. "M'lord, for what reason you summoning me ?" He hoped it would be a short mission so that he could return to his toy factory. This is the first year of the Great War, people needed hope more than ever. New Year's spirit would never be subdued.

"A mission worth your talent, St. Nicholas," Molt turned on his magic hologram." A month ago our archaeologists found the first Casket of Ancient Winters, one of three, a relic and weapon that once belonged to the Frost Giants of Jotunheim who used it to vanquish enemy armies and conquer enemy realms."

"The Casket of Ancient Winters, they are real ?!" Even the Winter General was surprised to know the legendary frost giants weapon was real.

Legend said that when the 3 Casket of Ancient Winters combine it would summon 3 continent size snow storms that could cover the entire northern hemisphere for 10 to 14 days (5 to 7 Earth days).

After the storms half of the world be covered between 3 to 7 feet of ice and snow.

"Yes, Nicholas. They are as real as you and I." To be honest Molt was quite suprised himself but this was a pleasant surprise.

He intended to use them as a weapons of last resort. When the 3 Casket of Ancient Winters combine their power with the Wind Demon Dragon Mafuga it would lengthen the snow storms up to 80 days (40 earth day ) and plunged the whole world into a new ice age. If the UEADF was close to winning, he would make sure everything they got were barren ice fields.

''Do we know the location of the other two Caskets, M'lord ?"

"Not yet, but one of our archaeological team uncovered this a few months ago," the Emperor opened an exquisitely decorated black box. "This is an ancient recording dating back to the first Frost Giants dynasty. The Wizard King believes it contain Laufey's final message to his people and the whereabouts of the other two sacred caskets. Solomon said the other two caskets were somewhere beneath the arctic sea."

Nicholas eyebrows rose in surprise, the Winter Saint, realizing his mission, declared. "I would be my honor to lead an expedition team to find the other two Casket of Ancient Winters."

"Good, I expect great news from you, St. Nicholas. Go now, retrieve the other two Caskets of Ancient Winters and bring us victory."

"Yes, Your Imperial Majesty." The Winter saint bowed respectfully before leaving.

Trench Kingdom, 11km underwater, Spokojny Ocean

Secretary of State of the Navy, Gerard de Tassigny, the 19th Prince of the Empire was a quite good-looking young man in his early 200s with long silver-gold hair and dark indigo eyes. Being Secretary of State of the Navy, Gerard usually wore navy blue in public.

"King Orm, how does your work on the mass produce underwater potion?" Gerard impatiently asked, the survival of the Holy Empire depends on this project.

Orm Marius, the ruler of the Trench Kingdom, a long time tributary state of the Empire, was a men in his 600s.

As a Merman, Orm had fish-like characteristics such as scales and a tail, but had human-like hands, faces, and upper torso. He had green blood, and do not had any hair on his body. King Orm, due to his highborn status, could also breathe air alongside water, his bodies however wasn't designed for movement on dry land.

Upon hearing His Highness, Orm lifted his head and had a bright smile, from his ocean blue eyes you could see hew was a man with a strong sense of justice who cares about protecting the Trench Kingdom and its people.

"Prince Gerard, It is an honor to have you visit this place," The Trench King bowed respectfully and with a silky voice he replied. "You come at the right time, Your Highness. Let me introduce you to the Fountain of Life," Orm showed Gerard a floating orb about 3 meter in diameter with fluidic-like surface, "with this device we can create unlimited amount of LCL "life component liquid", a very concentrated form of breathable liquid, because it is oxygenated, upon being submerged soldier can "breathe" the liquid."

"That's great, can I see how it work ?" There was a glint of curiosity in Prince Gerard's eyes.

"It would be my honor, Your Highness." Orm replied.

"Prince Gerard, as you already know while all Falmartians, regardless of their race, don't need oxygen to live.

But a soldier who lacks air would lose up to 70% of his combat effectiveness.

And unless he belongs to a race that has gills like Merman or using the rather expensive Ba'la magic gems, otherwise he can't breathe underwater.

The solution for that is 'liquid breathing', a form of respiration in which a normally air-breathing organism breathes an oxygen-rich liquid (such as a LCL), rather than breathing air.

By selecting a liquid that is capable of holding large amounts of oxygen and CO2, gas exchange can occur.

This requires certain physical properties such as respiratory gas solubility, density, viscosity, vapor pressure, and lipid solubility which some LCL chemicals have.

Thus, it is critical to choose the appropriate LCL for a specific biomedical application, such as liquid ventilation, drug delivery or blood substitutes.

The physical properties of LCL liquids vary substantially; however, the one common property is their high solubility for respiratory gases. In fact, these liquids carry more oxygen and carbon dioxide than blood.

Although total liquid ventilation (TLV) with completely liquid-filled lungs can be beneficial, the complex liquid-filled tube system required is a disadvantage compared to gas ventilation—the system must incorporate a green magic gem act as oxygenator, a red magic gem act as heater, and magic pumps to deliver to, and remove from the lungs tidal volume aliquots of conditioned life component liquid (LCL).

Liquid breathing offers our land army great option, promising the mobility available with flexible dive suits and the reduced risks of rigid suits.

With liquid in the lungs, the pressure within the diver's lungs could accommodate changes in the pressure of the surrounding water without the huge gas partial pressure exposures required when the lungs are filled with gas.

Liquid breathing would not result in the saturation of body tissues with high pressure nitrogen or helium that occurs with the use of non-liquids, thus would reduce or remove the need for slow decompression.

With the Fountain of Life we will be able to evacuate most of the Empire's population to the safe haven of the underwater world. Where we would be mostly safe from enemy reconnaissance and able to launch our counterattack from the safe bases under the sea.

This device will revolutionize the War. Just imagine, Prince Gerard. If cornered our army can just run toward the sea and dive to safety.

The enemy's bullets can't travel far underwater, even underwater explosion will have minimum impact because liquids cannot be practically compressed, they do not change density under high acceleration such as when an explosion happened."

"Does that make our military more vulnerable to ice magic ?" Gerard suddenly interrupted King Orm long rant with a quite interesting question.

"Hmmm...I guess so, but it not like the enemy have ice magic, so it not a problem" King Orm, looking slightly confused, replied.

In a sense, they both right but what they didn't think of at the time was microwave weapons.

Command Building, Camo Hell-Alpha. Martial Plain of Dysprosium

"When can I take my command to battle, Supreme Commander?"

"Say what?" Supreme Commander Allied Expeditionary Force, Liam Nuttall stopped admiring his sixth star and gazed at the massive Chaos Demon in his office.

"I have over 3000 tridents. Where would you like us to fight? Now that we have joined you."

Nuttall looked slightly bewildered. "You and your men are prisoners of war. We don't expect you to fight."

Now is was Abigor's turn to be bewildered. "But we surrendered to you. So we should fight for you now."

"Not according to our rules you don't. When an enemy surrenders, they get put in a prisoner of war camp. We look after them and feed them until the war is over, then we send them back home."

Abigor's jaw dropped open. If Hellish Armies fought that way, both side's foot soldiers would surrender as soon as possible. In The Eye of Terror, surrendering meant changing sides, not a way out of the fighting.

"You humans are just impossible."

Nuttall thought quickly. He guessed he would need a convincing story to make sure Abigor forgot any idea of joining the fighting. Anyway, his Chaos Demons would be a liability on a battlefield dominated by artillery and armor.

"Look, the Free Hell Army is much too valuable to us to throw away on a battlefield. We know nothing about the Eye of Terror (that was a lie due to Holy Order intel), what its like and how its run. You can do far more for us by telling us everything you know than by fighting."

Meaning we are useless to the humans Abigor thought grimly, but if that were the case, why was he being kept alive? Still, to be a source of information was better than nothing.

"Excuse me Sir. Marshal Ivan Semenovich Dorokhov to see you."

"Thank you Private. Send him in." There was a brief pause while the Russian Marshal entered the room, his jaw dropping at the sight of Abigor's huge form sitting sprawled in one corner.

"Marshal Dorokhov, it is good to have you with us. May I introduce Grand Duke Abigor, formerly in the service of Abaddon and now commander of our allies in the Free Hell Army."

Marshal Dorokhov looked slightly flustered, starting to salute, changing his mind, and wondering what to do next. In the end he settled for a curt nod of the head. Abigor was equally flustered, normally he'd have hit the ground and groveled, throwing in a good foot-licking as well but he'd quickly learned humans had nothing but contempt for such displays. In the end, he returned the nod.

"Are your troops in position, Dorokhov ?"

"Army Group Peter is setting up along the banks of the Phlegethon. We have 80 armored divisions, 40 heavy artillery divisions in position with the Army artillery setting up. Do you know how many enemy there are?"

"Abigor tells us 243,000 legions, that's over 2.4 billion Chaos Demons. Don't know how they divide up yet."

"That depends on who is their commander." Abigor's voice was thoughtful. "Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Dagon were the three appointments I heard but that was for the invasion of Falmart. Do you know which?"

"Its not Asmodeus. He's dead."

"What?" Abigor was stunned. "Asmodeus dead? For all his mania, Abaddon has never dared kill a Grand Duke before. He wouldn't even kill me, he preferred to send me where you could do this."

"Abaddon didn't kill him, we did. Or rather, the people we have fighting in the hell-pit did. Apparently he led some of his army against our guerillas, walked into a trap and they got him. Asmodeus is dead all right. Thoroughly blown up"

Abigor was awed. "You have done the unthinkable. In all previous Black Crusader, no Grand Duke was ever killed. Not even the 13 Apostles achieved such a thing (because those cowards always run back to their hole first)."

"So its Dagon or Beelzebub then." Nuttall wanted to get the conversation back on track. "What does that mean for General Dorokhov?"

"It will not be Dagon. Many of his legions are Krakens, sea creatures. It will be Beelzebub. They do not call him Lord of the Flies for nothing. His army has 54,000 legions of Harpies. The rest will just be infantry."

"540,000,000 harpies," Nuttall was shocked by the number. "I hope you have plenty of triple-A Grazhdanin Ivan."

"One Tungaska or Shilka for every three vehicles. And many brigades of surface to air missiles. Some old but they still work. All radar-guided. And all the BMPs have shoulder-fired missiles on board. Sometimes it is good to have great warehouses. We are dug in and waiting."

Suddently a young girl voice cut in-

"Oh Lord Emroy, Look who we have here ? A big doggy from the Land of The Eternal Damnation."

The voice belonged to Rory Mercury, an important ally of UEADF in the war against the Neverborns, "One of a few good Falmartians." they said, at least that was the official story. Both side knew this alliance won't last forever but at least for now the alliance stood.

Nuttall looked over at Rory, frowning. "I must remind you Abigor is a prisoner of war, please refrain from insulting or harming him."

"Yeah, yeah..I know. I just want to have a small talk with him. Really!" A devilish smile slowly spread over her face. This would be fun.

Outer Ring, Seventh Circle of Terror

What amazed Aeanas the most about his time in The Eye of Terror was the fact that he remained sane. He knew his name. Remembered his family. His wife, his two sons. Remembered dying. Knew that he had been in The Eye of Terror for a long time(though the exact length of time remained elusive). And his torment never drove him insane.

Perhaps that was the most insidious aspect of The Eye of Terror: they protected your mind from shattering. From becoming a shell with no feeling, no thought, no mind. After all, what use was there to torturing the mindless husk? The joy in the demon's faces came when they saw his terror, his fear, Aeanas could see this. If he had no mind, he might scream, but would he really feel the pain?

So, Aeanas feared them every time they came exactly as much as he had when they first set themselves upon him. Throughout the ages of screaming agony in the river there had been no emotion associated with his sufferings. How did it feel to have his skin seared from his body, his eyes boiled in their sockets, his genitals burned away? He could never grasp these; such memories danced just out of reach.

That was the rub. If he could remember what it felt, perhaps he wouldn't fear the demons so much. But in the heat of the moment, any kind of mental preparation he had made vanished into a cloud of palpating terror and pain. He always begged not to be thrown back into the river, a simpering weakling, utterly without shame or pity. He screamed the same pathetic, high-pitched scream that he let out every time his body hit the flaming lava, the kind of blameless, ringing screech that only mortal injury and mortal fear can evoke.

Except it wasn't mortal in this place; each time he escaped from the river, Aeanas was made whole again. Somehow. He really didn't have time to think about it, because the respites between tortures seemed fleeting and ephemeral at best. Sometimes he saw others tormented as he, but that really didn't matter.

He was dead.

This was Hell.

And this was how he was going to spend eternity. Each soul-rending abuse seared him but did not destroy him. The memories were not his to cherish. He would never know the wondrous oblivion of insanity. He was instead doomed to repeat every torment as though it was his first, though he knew this wasn't the case.

So, as Aeanas sprawled on the bank, writhing from his burns but never dying, he was in the full grip of panic. His eyesight was only coming back and he would have screamed if he could, if his lungs had not been seared to uselessness. Breathed if he could. Instead, the hard earth of The Eye of Terror smashed into Aeanas' flailing form.

He nevertheless attempted to scramble away. From what, he couldn't say, because he couldn't see more than a few feet. And he couldn't get very far, because he still couldn't breathe. Then, at once, the choking fume and heat were gone. Reflexively, he gulped in air. The sulfur-laden fumes did nothing good for his lungs, but breath was breath.

Based on his fuzzy past, he expected perhaps a barrel of molten rock to be poured over him it didn't happen. He opened his eyes, and he saw a hand. But this hand wasn't scaled. It had no claws. It was a human hand, as his own.

Following it up, he saw its owner: a man, naked, stood before him. In his far hand was a spear-no, a trident, but beyond that, the visage of The Eye of Terror faded to a blurry, ruddy nihility.

Aeanas reeled and tried to scrabble away. What new torment was this? But the figure snatched Aeanas and hauled him to his feet.

"It's alright!" he said in a language that wasn't Aeanas'. But yet, he understood it. How could that be? "What's your name, soldier?"

Aeanas gulped. His throat, long charred by the heat and flames, was already feeling better. "Aeanas," he replied finally.

Anus?!" another voice shouted. A similarly-naked figure, also carrying a trident, stepped under the tree, into the range where Aeanas could see clearly. "Your name is Anus?!" The man roared with laughter.

"Cool it, DeVanzo," the first man snapped. Again, Aeanas was forced to marvel at the fact that the two were speaking an entirely different language than his own. The first man continued: "He said, 'Aeanas.' That's Greek, right?"

Aeanas nodded, then asked with some timidity: "Who are you?"

The first man started. "Oh, right! Name's Tucker McElroy, from Tennessee originally, though most recently I found myself in the molten river a ways that way. This uncouth gentleman's name is Artie DeVanzo, from New Jersey."

Aeanas nodded blankly. New Jersey? What was that? Where was Old Jersey?

McElroy regarded Aeanas for a moment, then said, "Say, you ain't a new arrival, are you? How long you been here, son?"

Aeanas shrugged. "I…could not tell you. A long time, I am sure."

"Well," DeVanzo said, stepping in, "how did you die?"

"I was struck in the heart with an arrow," Aeanas said. "Then, I believe my throat was cut."

McElroy whistled. "Ain't that a way to go. What was you doin'? Hunting? I didn't know they did that over in Greece."

Aeanas shook his head, his puzzlement now building into a frustration. "Of course not. I was in battle!"

McElroy did a double take. "Battle? Just how old are you, anyway?

Shit, no one's used bows and arrows in battle for five or six hundred years!"

DeVanzo then interjected. "What battle were you in? Where was it?"

"It was in Greece, at Thermopylae," Aeanas said warily. Were these demons, trying to trick him into revealing something? What could they be after?

McElroy's eyes went wide, as did DeVanzo's. "Holeeeeee shit," McElroy said. "You died at Thermopylae? The Thermopylae? King Leonidas? Xerxes? The Persians? The Spartans?"

Aeanas nodded. "Yes. Do you know of it?"

McElroy snorted. "It's only one of the most famous battles in history!"

Aeanas shifted his weight. He fear was actually abating. Were they trying to lull him into sedation? "Why?" he asked McElroy in typical laconic bluntness. "It was a simple delaying action. What makes that so famous?"

DeVanzo sputtered, "You faced a million Persians! And there were only three hundred of you!"

"Wrong," Aeanas corrected immediately. "Thespians more than double our number stayed, and we had the Thebans."

McElroy shook his head. "That don't matter none! We got ourselves a genuine Spartiate!" McElroy was now speaking to the other man, DeVanzo. "Man, I can't wait to bring him back to base! A Spartan hoplite from Thermopylae! One of the three hundred!"

Yeah, and the oldest member of the resistance!" DeVanzo chimed in. "I bet that'll give Ori a thing or two to chew on!"

"Ori's another old revival," McElroy said to Aeanas by way of explanation. "He's a warrior called a Samurai, from a place called Japan, that…well, shoot, it'd be outside what you'd know as the world!" The two men laughed easily together.

"Stop!" Aeanas roared. They would get no more from him; they would confuse him no longer. From this moment forward, they paid for information in blood.

He surged at McElroy and wrapped his arms around him. With fluidity that came with years of practice, he wrenched the man bodily into the air and slammed him to the ground. Most importantly, as he rose, he snatched up the trident and advanced on DeVanzo. DeVanzo was obviously some kind of fool; he wasn't even holding his weapon properly. With three swift motions, Aeanas swatted the trident aside, forced it from his grasp, and had a point at DeVanzo's throat.

The man instantly raised his hands, and Aeanas jammed it in hard enough to draw blood. He then rotated around DeVanzo so that he was standing side by side with still-dazed McElroy. Through clenched teeth, he hissed: "Explain yourselves, else I will destroy you both!"

And much to his surprise, both men smiled broadly.

"You know, we could actually use you!" McElroy shouted, brushing the reddish dust from his body. A cut on his knee bled feebly. "Alright, here are your answers: as you've probably figured out, you're in The Eye of Terror. You've been dead for over 25 centuries. That's 2,500 years. The world as you knew it does not exist anymore! You understand? Everyone you ever knew is dead, and probably here, being tortured. You have a wife? Kids? They're somewhere out here or in Heaven!" McElroy gestured wildly at the Hellscape surrounding them. "And they've suffered exactly as you have for that last 2,500 years! Do you hear me?"

Aeanas lowered the trident. McElroy went on, "But things have changed. The situation has changed. We're fighting back, both here in The Eye of Terror, and on Falmart, an alien world we are at war with. We're gonna free as many soldiers as we can, and we'll all fight against The Eye of Terror. Most times, it's modern soldiers, but hey, I can't wait for the guys back on Earth to hear that we got Spartan warrior and a Samurai fightin' with us. Won't that be a trip?

"Anyway, Aeanas, we are the The Holy Front for The Liberation of Netherworld, and we want you to join us." McElroy held his hand out.

Aeanas paused, but just for a moment, then passed the trident back to him.

"Good," McElroy continued. "We could probably use some more people proficient in your type of fighting. Word is that our cell won't be getting supplied with modern weapons for a while, so for the time being, we're stuck with more… primitive means of defending ourselves and killing demons. Plus a trick or two we've learned over the centuries."

Aeanas then did something hadn't done since the day before he died, over 2,500 years ago: he smiled. "So they can be killed."

"Betcher ass they can, with some holy magic." DeVanzo crooned. "How do you think we got these tridents?"

"So," McElroy continued. "Will you join us? Maybe teach us how to throw a demon like you just did to me? Or maybe how to correctly hold a spear? In return, I'll show you some things that you'd call magic."

Aeanas laughed. "Has anyone said no?"

J-100C, Koala Flight, Approaching Hellgate

"Koala Flight this is Hellgate Air Traffic Control. Come to course three-three-fiver, altitude three thousand feet for Airstrip Delta Approach. You are cleared to use Runway 31."

"G'day cobbers. Everything bonzer down there? Throw another shrimp on the Barbie for us." Squadron Leader Mackay's weapons systems operator gave him a pained look. "Don't blame me, that's how the septics expect us to talk. Don't want to disappoint them now do we?" Mackay flipped back to the ATC frequency. "Don't get in tizzy about us landing, we'll go straight through."

The voice on the air traffic control net sounded slightly strangled."Koala flight, be advised, it is against regulations to fly through the Hellgate. Please land and your aircraft will be towed through."

"May be against your regulations mate, not against ours. Anyway, you can't tow an J-100 like that. Nose is too long and the weight distribution won't hack it. We've got to fly though."

Mackay's WSO looked appalled. "Sir, that is utter bullshit."

"Charlie, I know that and you know that but do you think the liability-obsessed septic down there knows that? That kid wasn't even sound like 18. He's not going to take the chance of these birds getting damaged on his say-so. He'll let us go through, our responsibility, you watch."

"Koala Flight, this is Hellgate air traffic control. At your request, you are cleared for flight transit of the Hellgate."

"Told you."

The four J-100s, three bomber fighter aircraft loaded down with air-to-surface ordnance and an J-100 with a full surveillance fit, dipped down and started to skim across the sand dunes towards the black ellipse of the Hellgate. The book said that the ellipse was 800 meter high and 1,200 meter wide which gave the J-100s plenty of room to make their transitions.

Beneath them, the grassland was covered with armored vehicles, some parked in long lines, others forming convoys through the Hellgate. The J-100s were low enough to see the commanders of the tanks and armored infantry carriers sitting in the turrets, to see them look up as the scream of the jet engines grabbed their attention. Some waved and Mackay rocked his wings in response.

"Have you ever seen anything like that?" Charlie Cartwright was awed by the armored vista spread out beneath him.

"Nobody has, not since the Second Battle of Alnus and not so often then. Every armored formation in the world must be closing in on this place. That's the pattern, armor comes here, infantry stays at home to protect the people back there. You see the roads and pipelines being built as we came in? Hold one, here we go."

The ellipse was approaching with frightening speed but Mackay wasn't aware of having passed through it. The blue sky and brilliant yellow sun had simply gone, replaced by the murky redness of the The Eye of Terror environment. Mackay could feel the engines starting to labor as they gulped air through the filters that kept the worst of the dust out. The plane was shaking slightly as the filters vibrated in the airflow, casting off the dust before it could choke them.

"Watch those engine temperatures like a hawk Charlie. If they start to climb, we're out of here. You got the nav beacons?"

"Both of them. Realigning navigation computer now."

One of the purposes of this flight was to establish a comparative base between the Euclidian geometry of Earth and the non-Euclidian environment of The Eye of Terror.

Once that was done, navigation computers could be reprogrammed and another problem facinghumans trying to fight in this, the strangest of all battlefields, would be solved. As they were all being solved, just taking one at a time.

"Koala-Three here. Cameras are rolling."

"Roger, Koala Three. Any electronic emissions?"

"Ours. The spectrum's full of them. Radar, comms, you name it. Nothing hostile or unidentified."

"Friendly aircraft, this is Dysprosium Air Traffic Control. Please identify and file flight plan."

"This is Koala Flight, three J-100C and one J-100B on armed reconnaissance flight to Dis and the Hellpit. We'll let you know the course as soon as we figure it out. This place just isn't right."

"You're telling us Koala Flight. Good luck."

The J-100 flight soared over the Martial Plain of Dysprosium, heading towards the Phlegethon River that represented the front line of the human advance into The Eye of Terror. That advance had stopped temporarily while the infrastructure needed to support the next phase was being established.

More importantly, there was a lot of evidence that a huge new Hellish Army was moving up against the troops digging in along the river.

That was one of the things the aircraft had been sent in to check. In the meantime, the Russians were digging in, establishing a defense in depth. The central portion of it was underneath them now, a sea of division-sized strongpoints, the arcs of fire of each interlocking in a maze of death and destruction.

Mackay couldn't see them but he knew the gaps between the strongpoints were filled with minefields and razor wire. Backing the whole defense position up was the artillery.

The Russian artillery didn't have the flexibility or precision of its American equivalent but then, Mackay thought, the septics didn't line their guns up, wheel to wheel, for 600 kilometers either.

"We're in hostile airspace now Control."

"We have you on radar, be advised, you are the only friendly aircraft in the area. You can take it as read, if it flies, its hostile. You're cleared to shoot."

"Thank you Control. Be sure to tell the air defense guys on the ground we're here."

"Already done Koala Flight. If they open up on you, it will be in a friendly manner."

"Reassuring that. Charlie, warm up the AIM-9Zs. Be good if One Squadron gets the first air-to-air in The Eye of Terror. Give those upstarts in Six something to chew on."

"Koala-Three here, take a look below us. I think that's the hostile army we were told to watch out for."

"You think?" Beneath them, the ground was covered with a never ending ocean of demons moving towards the Phlegethon River. Far, far too many to count, they turned the ground black with their sheer number alone. Some were harpies, they tried to climb and challenge the racing J-100s but they lacked the speed and the ability to climb fast enough.

"Control, confirm sighting of hostile force moving on the Phlegethon. Rhinolobsters, Chaos Demons, harpies, you name it. Better tell our Russian friends to keep their powder dry.

"Roger, wilco. For your information, its not just gunpowder they Russkies have got back there. Any sight of Dis?"

"Ahead of us now. High stone walls, as far as the eye can see which isn't far in this clag. Looks like an old medieval castle, not the Hollywood version, the real thing. Like they have in Wales. We're going to try and break some glass now."

Mackay dipped his aircraft and headed for the walls of Dis. The terrain following radar was working perfectly as he skimmed the wall, barely a hundred meters over the crenellations. Inside was a town that looked something straight out the middle ages, a tight mass of buildings separated by narrow alley-like streets.

There were Chaos Demons down there, ones that looked up in stunned shock at the monsters that had suddenly crossed the wall and were screaming defiance at all around them as they passed low over the roofs. The demons stood and watched long after the planes had gone, awed by the sight and realizing that things were never going to be the same in The Eye of Terror again.

Unconscious of having caused a spiritual crisis in Dis, Koala Flight arced over the great pit that formed the center of The Eye of Terror.

Mackay looked at the sight below, a supercaldera that would be a vulcanologists dream but represented all of living beings worst nightmares. His thumb itched to pick a target and release his bombs on to it but his orders were strict, fire on ground targets only in self-defense or to protect the reconnaissance aircraft.

Still, he could think of the livings that had to be suffering in the nightmarish scene below and he could promise to come back with every pound of ordnance his faithful J-100 could carry."You got all that Koala-Three?"

"Affirmative." Koala-Three's voice was subdued.

"Lets get out of here then." The four J-100s made a gentle turn, trying to cover as much of The Eye of Terror as possible.

Mackay hoped that, down below, the souls trapped there would see them, some would know what they were and they would spread the word.

Humanity and even that formidable Empire were coming with every weapon they could muster and what stood now would not be allowed to stand again.

Banks of the River Styx, Fifth Circle of Terror

"My leader wants to talk, very urgently. Anywhere you wish. It is most important." Rahaby spoke earnestly, the 55th Emperor Charles Zi Augustus had been most explicit with his instructions.

These people, living and dead, were what he had spent twenty five millennia waiting for. A way to fight back against the monsters that ran this place.

"Important for him? Or us?"

"For us both I think. He…" Rahaby stopped speaking her voice drowned out by a terrible screaming howl.

Lieutenant (deceased) Kim Ngan recognized the sky-ripping sound instantly, the sound of jet fighter engines. Even as she looked up, four J-100s emerged from the overcast, their wings stretched out and loaded with bombs, lazily making a turn over The Eye of Terror.

Then, they were gone, on their way back home, just leaving their sound behind. Around her, the living and deceased members of the HFTLN were jumping up and down, cheering and smacking each other on the back. Rahaby looked at them in amazement.

"What is that terrible noise?"

Kim Ngan looked at her, her eyes dancing with joy."That isn't noise Rahaby . That's the sound of Freedom."

Drepung Monastery, Mount Gephel, Lhasa, Tibet Republic, Federal Republic of China

As Lakheenahuknaasi emerged from the portal the first thing that hit her was the overpowering scent of a great deal of blood spilled in a confined space. The second thing was that this part of earth was unpleasantly cold. She found herself in a rather small room packed with demon infantry, whose cloven hooves continued to crunch the smashed remains of wooden furniture. This chamber and the others she could see leading off from it were littered with human corpses, most of them obviously torn apart by demon claws. She stepped lightly around them for now and addressed the squad leader.

"I see that you have not so much secured the area as painted it with human blood. Did they give you any trouble?"

"Very little." The demon seemed unsure whether he should treat the gorgon was his superior or inferior. "One of them managed to grab a fire-spear and wounded one of my warriors before perishing. Those bald monkeys don't seem to know holy magic."

Lakheenahuknaasi's gaze followed his gesture. The injured demon was sitting on a broken table, in a white room that reeked of stewed vegetables. His left flank looked like a piece of wood riddled by termites, oozing green blood from numerous tiny holes. As she watched the demon yanked the heart out of a human corpse and stuffed it into his mouth. The dead man still held a fire spear in his hands; a chunk of carved wood with two short black metal rods sticking out of it.

"If you require nothing further?" Some of the demons had slung human corpses over their shoulders, undoubtedly as rations for their victory feast.

"Go. But take that fire spear with you. Baron Trajakrithoth may want to examine its enchantments."

The demon warriors squeezed back through the portal, which promptly closed up behind them, leaving Lakheenahuknaasi alone in the human building. It seemed to be some sort of temple. with a central common area, what was presumably a kitchen (though she could see no cooking fire), indoor latrines (which appeared to have just been emptied) and several rooms full of (mostly smashed) bunks. It could have been a barracks but for the lack of weapons.

A large triangular window showed a sunset obscured by clouds, painting the landscape of rolling grassy hills and forested valleys in a mix of oranges and grays. Here and there beams of golden light broke through and highlighted an outcropping or a stream. It almost looked welcoming save for the sparse flakes of snow melting on the window.

Lakheenahuknaasi could see no other buildings, but if this was an temple worshipers could arrive at any moment. She made her way down the stairs, taking care not to slip on the blood still dripping from step to step. The door barring the main entrance was broken and warped; the triple indentations and the dead human men seemingly still trying to grasp its handle bore witness to a last desperate attempt to escape. Stepping over the body, the gorgon yanked the protesting door open and slipped out onto the moors.

Sure enough, half an hour later Gao Guoliang crested the last ridge and sighted the monastery."Ah, there it is dear."

Trailing behind him, his fiancee Zou Huifang was not in the best of moods."You said we'd be there two hours ago. This is the last time I let you plan the route." She paused, out of breath. "If you bring a map we could be in Drepung right now." Guoliang shook his head. He was beginning to have second thoughts about this relationship.

The couple made their way down the track to the building. What they saw there left both retching for a good five minutes. As soon as he'd regained his senses, Guoliang reached for his mobile. He'd entered the number of the national demon sighting hotline just before they set off, almost as a joke, never expecting horror like this to come to the sacred Drepung Monastery. Five minutes later the first police units were dispatched to set up a perimeter and ten minutes after that the first Tibetan army trucks began to roll out of Changdong Barracks.

Lakheenahuknaasi had long since found a convenient cliff and launched herself into the air. There seemed to be no convenient thermals in this freezing place and she was forced to hook her arm spurs into her wings and flap strenuously for altitude. She became acutely conscious of how conspicuous her metallic bronze scales made her after the first time she flew through a shaft of sunlight and lit up like a disco ball.

Lakheenahuknaasi muttered a demonic curse and wished she'd had the foresight to cover herself in mud. She would've endured the mocking of the other gorgons if she'd known how much safer it would make her feel now.

She considered trying to gain the relative safety of the clouds, but her wing and arm muscles were already tiring and she didn't want to risk accidentally over-flying the target. Instead she flew low, weaving through the valleys and trying to stay in the lengthening shadows.

Though she did not know it, the decision saved her life; air defense control at La Bushasi air base began enforcing a no-fly zone over the area shortly after she descended to an area its radar could not cover. The inclement weather had kept most walkers at home and left the rest disinclined to watch the skies.

The gorgon flew an erratic course through the twisting valleys for the better part of an hour, with only her perception of the planet's strong magnetic field keeping her heading towards the target. Even using that was hard due to the sheer density of psychic emanations in this part of earth.

Clearly the humans had not only learned the art of telepathy, they were using it to constantly gossip with each other. As she flew she saw several isolated farms and the occasional village visible in the distance. Not enough to concern her, but hardly the 'uninhabited wilderness' Baron Guruktarqor had described.

Most puzzling were the lights that speed along the black strips, some constant yellow, some flickering white and blue. They could have been chariots bearing torches, but for their impossible speed and brightness, matching or even outpacing her own aerial progress.

Finally, as her wing and arm muscles were ready to give up she crested a hill and saw a great city laid out before her. It was lit so brightly that at first it seemed to Lakheenahuknaasi that the city was already aflame.

On closer inspection however it was clear that she was seeing thousands of torches, strung on poles, shining out of windows and attached to moving carriages.

This vast sprawling metropolis had to be the target. She could not see the smoke or fires of the forges yet, but that could wait. The immediate priority was avoiding detection while the portal was summoned.

Lakheenahuknaasi glided down to a copse near the top of the hill, keeping the trees between herself and the city as much as possible. Once down she crawled into the undergrowth and crouched shivering under her wings. This world of humans was cold, unbearably cold.

The humans should be thanking me she thought, a nice hellfire lake is just what this place needs to warm it up a bit.' The gorgon began reaching out with her mind, straining to push through the barrier and contact her superiors.

Immediately she was hit by the overwhelming babble of human telepaths. Most of the mind-speech was not speech at all, merely indecipherable gibberish.

Some of it was comprehensible though. Curiously the humans seemed to have found a way to enchant their musical instruments to transmit their notes into the ether. Lakheenahuknaasi shook her head at the thought of wasting energy on such frivolous magery.

Another particularly powerful human mage seemed to be chanting the words 'Lìjí hūjiào kōngjūn' several times a minute, accompanied by jangling chimes.

She spent a moment pondering the significance of this ritual before deciding that it must be just another symptom of human insanity.

Pushing the human transmissions aside, she broke through the barrier to contact Euryale.

The force of greater demon's mind was almost overwhelming. 'This is Lakheenahuknaasi,' she reported 'the human city lies before me. I am ready to guide the portal." Euryale's response was swift. "I am approaching Jorkastrequar now. Keep the link open and focus your thoughts on the city. They know it not, but a wave of hellfire is about to carry those pitiful beings straight into our domain."

Outer Ring, Seventh Circle of Terror

Aeanas continued working with the file; he was nearly through. He'd been worrying it back and forth for some time now, and at last, the left prong of the trident was free. It clattered to the dirt floor of the cave where the right prong lay, leaving only the center on the weapon.

Aeanas stood and hefted the weapon. It was heavy, like the doru to which he was accustomed, and the balance seemed correct on it now. It would make a passable weapon.

The warrior called Ori watched him silently. Like Aeanas, he didn't speak very much, and for this he enjoyed the man's company. He was grateful and loyal to McElroy and the others, but they prattled on like children! Perhaps Aeanas didn't want to like his new companions. Sure, they were soldiers, and they found some common ground in that, but everything about them was alien and heterodox.

As a Spartan, he'd spent his entire life turning his body into a weapon; turning the doru, the xiphon, and the aspis into extensions of his body. Just by holding a weapon, his muscles knew how best to move it so that he might destroy his enemies. There was nothing else to his life but killing his enemies.

But these soldiers from the future-no, from the present-were different. They knew how to read. They spoke of music and art, and of other forms of entertainment that he could not understand. For their purported superiority to other soldiers(after all, they managed to escape where he hadn't), the fact remained: their martial prowess was not their only consideration! In that way, Aeanas thought them similar to the citizen-soldiers of the other Greek cities.

Though, he mused, there was courage in that kind of man. He recalled those Thespians, those brave men who refused to abandon the Spartans at Thermopylae. The night before they all died, Aeanas recalled sharing a meal with a Thespian named Polyphanes, who was by trade an architect. And the morning before the final battle, he and Polyphanes traded cloaks, and was proud to have died with that man's cloak upon his shoulders.

But everything about these soldiers was different. Much of what they said was barely comprehensible, anyway. Whatever magic allowed him to understand their speech was somehow flawed, and much of their slang was indecipherable for him.

But perhaps most oddly, these alleged soldiers didn't know how to fight with a sword or spear! Well, most of them didn't. Ori was a warrior to Aeanas' liking; he was skilled in many forms of unarmed and armed combat. He had received one of his native blades from the living world, and he practiced frequently.

But more than that, he was an outsider, too. He trained for war and only war, so he did not care for art, or music. Like Aeanas, he couldn't even read. Ori stepped closer to Aeanas and held out his hand.

Aeanas passed him the weapon. Ori tried a few maneuvers with it, then passed it back to Aeanas with a grunt.

"Graceless," he muttered. "The weapon should bend around your body."

"Why?" Aeanas asked. "A bent spear is useless to the phalanx."

"What is that?"

"It is how we fight…how we fought," he corrected, casting a glance of disdain at the modern humans nearby. "Heavy armor, large shields. Shoulder to shoulder, four ranks deep." He mimicked the pose of a man in the first row. "Make a wall of shields and spearpoints, and break your enemy upon them. Never let a gap open up in your line."

"A phalanx," Ori said, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "How many men wide?"

"As wide as possible. Prevents flanking." They were silent for a moment. "And how did you fight?"

"Many ways. Sometimes I would ride and shoot my bow, or charge with a spear. Others I would simply fight with my katana."

Aeanas held his hand out, and Ori stiffened for a moment. Then, silently, he passed him the weapon.

Drawing it out from its sheath, Aeanas commented, "A longer sword. And single edged. Must be made of iron, yes?"

Ori denied, stating that the sword was made of a magical metal called Mithril.

"So the balance would favor…" he sliced through the air, "…a two-handed grasp. You do not use a shield?"

"Not with the katana. I can parry and counterstrike to great effect with it."

Aeanas nodded, passing back the katana. "I hope to see you slay a demon with it soon."

They were silent for a moment. "And you are proficient in unarmed combat?" Ori asked.

Aeanas shrugged. "For my part, yes. I wrestle. I wrestled."

"I too, grappled. We must spar some time. To test our styles against the other."

Aeanas smiled at this. "It would be a privilege. I am sure you will be more engaging than the others. I threw McElroy as through he were a woman!"

Ori suppressed a laugh. "Yes, they are soft creatures, made so by their infernal weapons. Why need they fight honorably when they can strike you down from a great distance? They're so weak that they may count women as soldiers!"

"Hey, baby dick!" snapped Private Cassidy, skin newly grown, stepping in close to them. "You got a problem with me?"

Ori frowned. Aeanas thought that, wherever this Japan was, their men did not suffer the barbed tongues of their women. But they were a long way from Japan, so…

Ori grunted, "I was discussing with Aeanas the weaknesses of modern men, and how they compensate for this weakness through weapons requiring such little strength and courage that even women can wield them."

"Man, shut the hell up," Cassidy snarled, crossing her arms over her ample breasts. Aeanas thought them unappealing things, the breasts of a peasant woman with a litter of babes to feed. "If it weren't for those weapons, you'd still be cooking in that river!" For a moment, Aeanas thought that Ori would strike her, but the moment passed quickly.

"Alright, can it, you guys," McElroy said, stepping in. "Ori, take your sword and go with DeVanzo and Walsch down to the river. Walsch, you got the rifle." He turned to Aeanas. "Come on, hoss. You, Cassidy, and I are gonna go check out that cluster of villages on the other side of the northern ridge. You can bring your new spear if you want, but I dunno if these things are worth a damn against Chaos Demons." He hefted his own trident, adding, "Better than nothing, though."

From the cover of the forest's edge, they watched the sloping grade down to the river. And waited. For Tom Walsch, it was still strange to think that millions of people were writhing in agony beneath that river at this very moment. And why were they pulling out only military? Odds were extremely low that they'd get no civilians at all.

Perhaps there were only military in this molten river, civilians went to other torments. Then again, the civilian mindset was different. Persons of weak will might simply resign themselves to their torment and sink to the bottom after a few years of failed escapes. In utter misery, they would only move as reflex to the burning, sightless, deaf, pain the only sensation they knew.

Military people of all types would fight, though. Futility didn't matter; that's why military history was littered with otherwise pointless last stands. It might take longer for a soldier to break the way civilians did. After all, Walsch had only been in the river for a scant few weeks before he was pulled out, and he had the benefit of hoping that his persistence would pay off. And it did.

"There's one," DeVanzo whispered. Walsch scanned the shoreline before spotting the creature. It was an act he'd seen a dozen times.

It flopped like a fish for a while, and then, as it became able to breathe and see, it started crawling further up the bank. They would continue until a Chaos Demon sentry happened along, which could mean they'd be anywhere from ten to fifty meters from the river.

This particular one made it about twenty-five before Ori grunted, "Demon. Left."

Walsch chambered a round and waited. He loved this plasma rifle; it was elegant, deadly, and accurate. Though he'd always been an excellent marksman, this thing made it almost too easy. And he had a whole box of ammo to hold them over until the next official resupply.

The Chaos Demon was a typical sentry, sporting a trident and simple bronze armor. He bellowed, as was the wont of these sentries, and charged. The crawling creature, now looking a bit more like a human, stood up and began hobbling away.

"Alright, that's good enough for me," Walsch muttered. He lined up the shot and fired. The plasma bolt took the Chaos Demon in the throat, blowing out just about everything between his massive deltoids.

Pouring blood out all over the packed, burnt earth, he stumbled, staggered, then crashed right at the feet of its target, who watched in befuddlement.

"Chump," Walsch grinned. DeVanzo clapped him on the shoulder. "Hey Ori, why don't you go finish it off, and bring the new recruit back up here, OK?"

Ori frowned, but drew his katana nonetheless and began crossing the open ground to reach his feebly-moving target. It was only seventy-five meters, but he covered it quickly and hacked the demon's head off without delay. As he did this, DeVanzo and Walsch took up a new position, fifteen meters to the north.

"Shit," DeVanzo said suddenly. "Shit shit shit, another Chaos Demon!"

Walsch swung his rifle around. A Chaos Demon within miles of another sentry was unheard of. The patrols were frequent enough to catch the escapees, and that was all that mattered.

That's why they were able to pull this off with a single rifle and a spotter or two. They must be pairing the patrols. They're reacting to what we're doing. This Chaos Demon was not like his now-dead partner.

He did not bellow or scream. He stalked forward at an inhuman rate, raising his trident high. Ori didn't see it coming, and the rescued human was still half blind. So Tom Walsch chambered a round, took aim, and fired.

The shot was hurried, but it was lucky. It winged off the Chaos Demon's elbow, no doubt shattering bone and shredding muscle. He dropped his trident with a roar of anger and pain and stopped, looking for the source of this new attack.

"OK, Ori, time to go," DeVanzo hissed quietly. Walsch took aim and shot at the Chaos Demon, who was now scanning the treeline. He must've spotted them, because he was in motion just before the shot rang out.

Instead of catching him in the chest, he moved just enough to one side that he took the round in the upper arm-the one that had already been shot. He hit the ground hard but got back up quickly.

But Walsch was quicker. He chambered a round, aimed, fired-and nothing happened.

"Shit, misfire." Walsch groaned and worked the action of the rifle. It refused to budge. "Jammed up."

Now the Chaos Demon had definitely spotted them, and he roared a monstrous battle cry. But before he could take a step, Ori was there, blade at the ready, bellowing his own challenge to the massive beast.

"What is he doing?" Walsch cried out, while working to clear his weapon.

"He's starting to believe," DeVanzo stated with awe. "He's The One."

"Now is not the time for Matrix jokes!" Walsch said.

The Chaos Demon only had one good arm, but that meant he retained eighty percent of his deadly ends. He swiped at Ori, but he dodged with blinding quickness and countered with a slice.

The Chaos Demon had the sense to offer his mangled flesh, but he hadn't counted on the blade being of ultral pure mithril imbued with holy magic. The wound seared as the blade bit deep, and the Chaos Demon reared back in shock, kicking at the offending creature with one foot.

Ori was already in position to meet the incoming appendage, and he held his blade firm. It passed between two toes, cutting the webbing there and carving deep into his foot. When Ori twisted the blade and wrenched it free, the Chaos Demon couldn't help but scream.

Now limping, he swiped again with his hand, catching nothing and receiving a flurry of slashes from that wretched iron blade. Ori was without pity or quarter, nor was he stylish. He opened up as many wounds as he could, as quickly as he could, until the demon was attempting to hobble away in retreat.

But there would be no retreat. Ori feigned a lateral slash, and when the Chaos Demon made to block it, he swooped in slow and stabbed up between the plates of his armor, entering at the armpit and piercing to the heart.

Ori received three horrendous lacerations across his back for it, but it didn't matter anymore. The Chaos Demon fell to his knees, limp and defenseless.

Screaming with the strength of a half a millennium of remembered agony, Ori cleaved the Chaos Demon's head from his shoulders in two savage blows. The entire fight had taken less than twenty seconds.

DeVanzo and Walsch looked at each other. "Mission accomplished," Walsch whispered. "Now let's get outta Dodge." The leaped from the forest, DeVanzo running to gather up the wounded Ori, and Walsch to fetch the latest rescuee.

Overhead, there was a berserk scream, one that neither Ori nor Aeneas could recognize. The Americans did and they looked up with elation at the J-100s making their slow, lazy turn overhead.

Secure Facility, Camp Hell-Alpha, Martial Plain of Dysprosium.

"Got them." The intelligence officer had the 10x12 inch prints in his hand. More were still coming over but these were the critical ones, the pictures of the Hell-pit itself. The J-100s had landed a few minutes before and the digitally-recorded pictures had been sent over by fiber-optic cable. Another sign of just how much things were changing; Hell now had computer access, or rather the human army fighting there did.

General Nuttall looked at the prints. "It's a caldera, no doubt about it. A supervolcano caldera. Like the one that's supposed to be under Yellowstone. Must be bigger though."

"Yeah, size ain't a problem for this thing. Explains the foul atmosphere of this place. That thing must be pumping the contaminants upwards. Take a look at these enlargements Sir. Shows what's going on down there."

Nuttall looked at the enlargements and then sharply at the third person in the room, the hulking figure of Abigor."We knew it was bad in there, not this bad. Looks like the Holy Order was spot-on in their description of the place though. More or less." He paused for a second trying to regain his balance. Then, he addressed Abigor. "How could you, how could anybody do this?"

"We must." Abigor's voice was unapologetic. "Our survival depends on it. You kill lower animals to eat, to provide yourselves with food. This is no different, to us you are, were, lower animals to be exploited. So we exploited you to fill our needs."

Nuttall reflected that Abigor was going to have to be very careful how he spoke in future. Otherwise he wasn't going to survive much longer. There was an old Western custom involving a tree and a rope that was likely to be reborn. "This isn't farming for food. This is just inflicting suffering for the sheer joy of it."

"We do not eat your kind just for food although your kidlings are great delicacies."

Yup thought Nuttall, he was going to have to be much more careful.

"Then why?"

"Because we need the energy. The Chaos Gods and us, their creation, are dependent upon the emotions and collective desires of every sentient being of the material universe, especially the hordes of humanity, for their power and continued existence.

As a result, the Chaos Gods strive to convert all mortals to their worship and service so that they may ultimately dominate the universe.

However, if they were to win such a dark victory, it would likely destroy all of reality when the dimensional separation between realspace and the Immaterium broke down in its wake."

Hellgate, Martial Plain of Dysprosium, South of the River Phlegethon

As his car rolled out of the black oval, Dr Surlethe looked out the window in awe. The long columns of tanks and other armored vehicles, which had stretched out toward the horizon under the greenish Lemuria sky, continued here as though there were no break between dimensions.

As the highway to The Eye of Terror continued, suddenly the rows of tanks were flanked by buildings, and he was aware of the car slowing down. Ahead was a squat, nondescript building with a thicket of antennas sticking out the top. On the other side was a veritable forest of flagpoles; each had a different flag flying in what looked to be a stiff breeze. The colors looked positively gaudy against the dull, orange sky.

The driver noticed what he was staring at, and commented,"That's the headquarters building, and them's the flags of all the nations that've signed on in the war."

"That's a lot of them," he said, half to himself. "Where's the science building?"

"Over this way," said the driver, and he turned the car to the right as the road they were on fed into another maze of streets in front of the headquarters building.

Barracks and other buildings slid by them as they drove, weaving through heavy traffic. People were everywhere – surveyors, construction crews, military types – and the place was buzzing with activity.

They passed an airstrip after a few minutes, the car shaking as some sort of jet climbed over them and thundered off into the sky. As the driver edged over into the left lane, he remarked,"J-100. Must be off on another reconnaissance mission. The diggers have been working right hard."

Dr Surlethe nodded, preoccupied. They had not veered to the left or right as far as he could tell, which meant that they'd traveled through a right angle. That meant the hellgate– still close enough to be visible – should be behind and to the right. Yet it was directly behind them; he could just see it if he craned his head around the passenger seat.

This was interesting. The surface geometry here was very clearly non-Euclidean, but light still traveled in straight lines. Very interesting.

The drive pulled off the road into a parking lot and stopped in front of another squat building. It looked exactly the same as the headquarters, except without the flags in front of it.

"Thanks," said Dr Surlethe. He hopped out of the car, grabbed his briefcase, and quickly strode into the building, noting the double airlock doors that excluded the polluted atmosphere of The Eye of Terror..

In the building, before the receptionist could say anything, he removed his breathing filter and asked,"Where's the meeting?"

"Your name Sir?" she asked.

"Dr Surlethe," he said.

"Ah, welcome to The Eye of Terror!" She smiled. "The department head meeting is down the hall on the left, third door. Room 108."

"Thanks," he said over his shoulder, already moving down the hallway. A clock over the receptionist's desk read 1:02. Inwardly he cursed; damn, two minutes late. As usual.

He took a second outside the door of the conference room to catch his breath, and then opened it as quietly as he could. Every eye was on him; most of the scientists, with mild respect, but there was an air of disapproval about three men in uniform. Dr Surlethe smiled."Hello, gentlemen, ladies; sorry I'm running a little late."

"That's perfectly fine," said Dr Griswold. He was the head of the geology department, his size and beard making him one of the few people who actually looked the part. "Please, have a seat." He gestured to the head of the table.

Dr Surlethe nodded, pulled back the chair, sat, and opened his briefcase, pulling out a tablet of paper and a pen."Okay, let's see who's here," he said. "Dr Griswold, geology?"

"Here." Dr Surlethe nodded and made a note on the paper.

"Dr Jamison, physics and astronomy?"

"Aye."

"Dr Sullivan, biology?"

"Present."

"Dr Fulton, geography?"

"Here."

"And Dr Abrams, climate science?"

"Here."

"May I ask who these gentlemen are?" Dr Surlethe blinked at the three military men.

"Certainly," said one of them. "I am Major Jim Schaeder, your liaison with the military. These are my aides – Leftenant John Grissom from the U.K. and Captain Aleksei Stepanovich Panasov of the Russian Army."

"Pleased to meet you," said Dr Surlethe. "Now, I'm sure you all know this, but it bears saying anyway. The goal of this advance research center is to gather as much data about The Eye of Terror as possible, as quickly as possible, and start to form a coherent picture of the world that we've entered. We'll be sending the information back to Earth, but, we are the scientific front line.

"Now, let's see where we stand. You have all prepared reports as I requested?" There were nods all around the room. "Dr Jamison, you'll go first."

Dr Jamison, a slight, pretty redhead, stood up and shuffled some papers on the table in front of her. "We have not done too much. There are no obvious physical differences between The Eye of Terror and Earth or Falmart; on a basic level, at least, they're very much the same since we're all standing here." She smiled, and chuckles drifted around the table. "However, there is some indication that the local gravitational field is maybe as much as 10% weaker than that on Earth; surely you've all noticed it walking." Nods. "Initially, this will obviously impact friction, vehicle performance, etc. That may be why the air is so dusty as well. Other than that, we're looking to collaborate with geology to get an idea of what's going on under the ground.

"Putting on my astronomer's hat, we've got no idea what's going on above this damnable cloud cover." Dr Surlethe noted that he might need to split the department soon. "We'd like to get a rocket launch pad -" this was aimed at Grissom – "but we understand we're relatively low priority here." She turned back to Dr Surlethe. "That's all I've got."

"Thank you, Dr Jamison. Next, Dr Griswold?"

Dr Griswold stood up. "Geologically speaking, The Eye of Terror is a very interesting place. It's incredibly geologically active; the soil here, at least, is composed mostly of broken-down volcanic materials. I won't bore you with details, but I'll just say that as recently as two million years ago, this entire plain -" he stretched his hands out, obviously talking about the whole of the prairie that apparently stretched from the Phlegethon just to the north all the way to Dis – "was under a mile of lava from that giant caldera to the south.

When I say giant, I mean it, We've got the first pictures back from the J-100s, the diameter of that caldera is almost 1400 kilometers. It's circumference is more than 4,000 kilometers. It must have been one hell of a bang when it let go.

"That's about as much as we can say about the geologic history of The Eye of Terror; we need more data. Hopefully, as the geography grows clearer, we'll be able to say something about the underlying geology and start to construct a picture of the history.

And, as Dr Jamison said, we are working to get some geophysical measurements; hopefully, that will start to flesh out our picture some more." Unceremoniously, Dr Griswold sat down.

"Thank you. Dr Fulton, are you ready?"

"Certainly," said Dr Fulton, who unfolded himself from his chair and stood up, blinking at the papers in front of him through round spectacles. "This is probably the most pressing field of exploration here, since navigation and knowing what the terrain around us looks like are the most relevant issues to the military. As you all know, the terrain here is decidedly non-Euclidean." More nods around the table.

"We've been taking measurements, but this is actually a math problem and not one that any of us geographers have encountered before. So is there a mathematician in the house?"

"That can be arranged," said Dr Surlethe.

Dr Fulton continued. "Other than that, we've been putting together a temporary map based on surveillance pictures from the recent reconnaissance flights. Here it is."

He picked up a stack of papers and handed them out one-by-one as he kept talking. "As you can see, we have the Phlegethon just to the north. In the distance, there are some hills; we speculate that they are foothills to a larger mountain range. In the other direction, it's all flat, with no major rivers, to the city of Dis. There's Dis, and then it drops off into the pit."

The handout wasn't so much a map as a collage of pictures pasted together in photoshop. The pictures seemed oddly distorted, and didn't quite match up together at the edges, but the basic components of the terrain were still visible.

"The pit of Terror appears to be arranged into nine concentric rings. It's very similar to The Holy Order's description. We don't have much data, but we surmise that the descriptions that have been given to us by the DIMO(N) counterinsurgency department match what is visible here, in the sixth ring." He tapped an area on the map that looked like nothing more than a dark coffee stain. Through it, a river lazily wandered before apparently plunging off the side into the next level.

"We surmise that is where the insurgency is located."

Dr Jamison raised her hand. "Is this part of Dis, here on the fifth ring?"

Dr Fulton nodded."You can see that a spur of the city has been built down into the pit itself, down this flat slope." He indicated on his copy the extension of the demonic capital. "The city then extends for a ways along the fifth ring to the point where the river cuts across the ring. The spur itself acts asa base for walls that separate the rings.

"Anyway, that's pretty much as far as we've gotten geographically. We await more data from reconnaissance flights. We'll take as much as you can give us. Thank you." He sat down.

"We have Dr Abrams and Dr Sullivan left. Who'd like to go first?"

"I'll go," said Dr Sullivan, his heavy Oxford English accent being almost amusing given the environment. "Aside from the Chaos demon corpses dissected in Lemuria, and the biological knowledge that gave us, we've got very little information about the lifeforms and ecosystem here in The Eye of Terror.

"But we need more data to test this. We're planning some expeditions out to the surrounding countryside, but if in the military advance there are any dead animals, please have them sent back to us. Thank you." He sat down.

"Oh, I think we can guarantee you lots of corpses." Panasov's voice was almost droll as his mind recalled the long rows of guns awaiting the Chaos demon assault.

"And, Dr Abrams," said Dr Surlethe.

"Thanks," said Dr Abrams, an older gentleman with a fine Santa Claus beard. "We find that the atmosphere here is relatively similar to that of Earth, which means that there was either gaseous exchange or the life processes here are similar to those on Earth.

The high particulate count at this location suggests some volcanic activity in the vicinity, or a hell of a lot – pardon the pun – of volcanic activity somewhere far away.

Other than that, we can't really do any meaningful climate science, aside from weather observations, without getting data from the upper atmosphere.

We've sent to NASA for some weather balloons to go up; hopefully, they'll get here in the next couple of days, and then we can go from there." He sat down.

"All right," said Dr Surlethe. "Is there anything else?" Nobody spoke, so he continued: "Excellent. Let's plan on meeting weekly from here on out and comparing notes. Thanks, everybody!"

As the various scientists were moving out of the room, Dr Surlethe tapped Dr Fulton on the shoulder."Mind if I have a word with you?"

"Sure," said the taller man.

"I'm a mathematician by trade. Do you think you could email me the data? I'll see what I can do with it in my spare time."

"I'd love to. Our department is all geographers; none of us really have the experience or knowledge to deal with this sort of non-spherical geometry."

"Thanks," said Dr Surlethe. "I look forward to it." And he walked out of the room, contemplating just what he was going to tell the president and cabinet at the next meeting, and wondering on top of that what sort of shape could explain the curvature that was obvious

Lhasa, Tibet Republic, Federal Republic of China

Lakheenahuknaasi flapped clumsily over the vast human metropolis, making her way to the place where she could sense the half-open portal pushing gently against the fabric of this plane. She was freezing, aching and frustrated.

The city was supposed to be a great engine of industry and magic, but she could see no great magic gem mines, no great holy fires or forges nor could she hear the ringing of hammers on anvils.

Instead there was an endless jumble of tightly packed stone buildings, tiny ones with peaked roofs and much larger boxy ones.

Ahead, surrounding the place where the portal was lodged great towers thrust into the sky. Impossibly, many of them seemed to be made out of glass.

No; as she got closer, Lakheenahuknaasi sensed that they had skeletons of metal. She shuddered. Humans were far too fond of metal.

The gorgon sited the spot where the embryonic portal was floating and smiled faintly at the irony. Invisible to the naked eye in its current state, the inter-dimensional nexus was hovering perhaps a hundred yards above a large temple to the Old Gods, the walls of which were awash with the light of human magic.

Lakeenah blinked. What she had taken to be an outbuilding next to the temple revealed itself to be a giant metal snake. As she watched it whined loudly and began to hauled its segmented bulk away into the city. At this point she had ceased even trying to comprehend the purpose behind the bizarre human constructs.

In truth she was not sure where else to put the portal. The horrid snow had stopped, but the low clouds and mist had kept visibility down to a couple of miles. She had risked one quick, wide circle around the temple and spied a few structures that appeared to be large chimneys, but no smoke issued from them.

Lakeenah settled on destroying as many of the huge towers as possible. They seemed more like palaces than castles; undoubtedly they were occupied by the city's elite, the overseers and the most skilled artisans. Even this was not straightforward.

The terrain was quite hilly and if she placed the portal in the wrong spot the city might be shielded from the sphere of destruction. She settled on a monolithic black tower that stood proudly above and a little apart from the rest. It was sited on a low hill and at the top of a slight groove, which she hoped would act as a channel leading straight to the rest of the towers.

Lakheenahuknaasi finished her approach and began a slow descending glide over the temple. Bracing herself for the pain, she prepared to reach out with her psychic power to grasp the nexus. The familiar stinging sensation washed over her wings and suddenly she had it. Pumping her wings with grim determination, she strained to drag the nexus away from the temple. Immediately she could feel her queen's powerful presence.

"I have it. I am moving the nexus… into position." Lakheenahuknaasi exclaimed, with the mental equivalent of a gasp.

Euryale replied with a curt "Good. Do not fail me now."

Lakheenahuknaasi sensed the portal swelling as the naga back in The Eye of Terror poured energy into it. She had the target in sight, but it seemed agonizingly far away. The pent up psychic force was building to monstrous proportions and she had to switch from 'pulling' the nexus to 'pushing' against it to prevent it opening prematurely. At last she was almost over the tower.

"Ready!" she shouted into the ether, hoping Euryale sensed her over the human din and howling energy of the portal itself. She released the nexus, half-folded her wings and dropped away from the tower, racing to escape the literal piece of hell that was about to be unleashed.

White House, Washington D.C, USA

Being a wartime president was never been easy and after today Dirrel B Johnson would wish he had never won the election. Today was No Meat Day, it had been a traditional in the White House for the past ten years to show solidarity with the American people who were under ration.

Dirrel need to finish this tasteless meal quick, in 15 minute he would meet with senate majority and minority leaders to secure the vote for his budget plan. Maybe today was his lucky day. Dirrel didn't know how wrong he was.

As he was drinking his diet coke, suddenly his emergency phone rang. It was ULTRON, the supercomputer in charge of strategic defense of UEADF. Being the most powerful A.I in history ULTRON could response to all threat instantly.

"Mr. President at 06:00 UTC, dimensional portals opened in Gary city in Indiana; Nizhny Tagil in Russia; Rome in Italy; Jerusalem in Israel; Mecca and Medina in Saudi Arabia; Varanasi and Amritsar in India; Lhasa In China and Kyoto in Japan. Witnesses in those areas confirmed they were demon attacks. As we speak, I have sent out warnings to all the countries involved. Waiting for your order, Sir." ULTRON reported in an emotionless tone. ULTRON creator thought that was for the best, a servant of mankind didn't need emotion or personality it could creep its masters out.

"What?!"

His stomach twisted. He just stare with wide open eyed for five seconds. After overcame the initial shock, Dirrel rushed back to action. He need to know the realtime situation on the ground. An attack on American soild, this shouldn't be happening. Not in his term, dammit! But why those location? Gary Indiana, the largest steel plant in America; Nizhny Tagil, the biggest tank factory in Russia, it does make sense but why Lhasa and Mecca ? There are nothing important there. But that wasn't the problem, he needed to act now.

"What is the size of the incursion forces ?" He needed to know how many goddamn demons were invading his country.

"Reports indicated the OpFor is about half a legion in size. Local defending forces are poorly equipped to deal with the situation. My recommendation is to recall an Avenger task force from Lemuria Front."

"Yes, do it now," Dirrel replied. Dammit, they shoud stockpile some of those holy ammunition for home defense. Now they would have to wait for ammunition from half the world away. "How long will it take for them to arrive?" He urged.

"A squadron of SC-40 Atmospheric Bombers are being loaded with holy ammunition as we speak. They will be there in aprox 40 minutes."

"That's not fast enough, call on the nearby National Guard units to coordinate with the local police force and conduct the evacuation of civilians. Notify nearby hospitals to support the wounded." He paused for a moment. "And cancel the next meeting with Senate for me."

"Yes, Sir. The National Security Council have been notified. Please come to the Situation Room to assume command."

MD-902 G-SYPS (Gary Police Air Support Unit)

Peter Taranaski swung the helicopter around in a lazy semi-circle, ready for another slow pass over Gary/Chicago International Airport. Police work didn't pay well, but it was a lot more interesting than playing air taxi to overpaid executives or spending all day creeping along power lines.

Better yet, there was the regular thrill of accomplishing the mission, protecting the public and nabbing the bad guys. Back in the army air corps, it had mostly been an endless series of make-believe exercises. Even in weather like this, he was usually eager to take to the Explorer up, but when the scramble order came through he was expecting yet another false alarm.

In the left seat Sergeant Oliver Webster was staring intently at his main monitor, which was showing a thermal image of the streets below.

The younger man had quickly gained a reputation for competence and calmly directing ground units through crisis situations. In Pete's opinion though, the sergeant took life a bit too seriously; in particular, his jokes were usually met with a disapproving silence.

That was one good thing about the war; the second observer position had been replaced by a couple of heavily armed squaddies, who did seem to appreciated his one-liners.

The RT crackled. "Sierra Yankee Nine Nine, demon sighting reported, single flyer low over the town hall, over."

Demon ?! Like the ones in Falmart ?

Webster was shocked but he responded quickly. "Acknowledged. We'll head over there now." His voice continued over the intercom "Peter, I'd like an orbit of the ring road."

"Confirmed." Pete eased the cyclic forward and the aircraft began to pick up speed until it was holding 60 knots. "I'll take it easy. No sense wasting fuel." He looked over at Sergeant Webster, who nodded.

"Sierra Yankee Nine Nine, make that multiple sightings, at least one Chaos Demon over United States Steel Corporation Gary Works, priority one, over."

"Roger control, on our way." Webster replied. Pete had already dipped the nose and the MD 902 leapt forward, speeding towards the city centre. He cut in on the RT "Have ATC got a blip this time? Over."

There was a long silence. "Ah, negative Sierra Yankee. They've got some kind of interference though. Radar cover is compromised."

Sergeant Webster had zoomed the IR camera and had a pulsating speck centered on his monitor. As the helicopter drew closer it took a form reminiscent of a giant long-legged bat. "Chaos Demon sighted! Single flyer at 600 feet AGL, heading west from cathedral, over."

The reply was immediate and emphatic. "Say again Sierra Yankee, one Chaos Demon flyer over central Gary? We've lost your telemetry."

Pete had a visual on the demon and was maneuvering the helicopter into its rear quarter, staying well back. The Explorer was quieter than most helicopters, primarily due to its lack of a tail rotor, but he was still under no illusions that the demon couldn't hear them. He just didn't want to force a confrontation until they were ready.

"Affirmative, the demon flyer proceeding west towards the church at about 50 knots. It's a small one…" Webster's voice trailed off. He had switched back to visual and noticed that the demons wings were glowing with a ghostly blue-white light. Worse, the air beneath the creature was shimmering,as if by heat haze. What the devil was it up to?

"Ack… ledged… alert… intercept com… def.." The duty officer's voice distorted and dropped out. Sergeant Webster flipped channels but the error indicator on the radio panel wouldn't go out. It had to be whatever the demon was doing, if the radar was affected too. Time to make a judgment call.

"Peter, take us up over it for a shot." He looked back over his shoulder. "Corporal, you're up. Take it down."

The two riflemen were ready for the order and sprang immediately into action. Private Hughes slammed back the door, while Corporal Sinker heaved his AS50 anti-material rifle onto the pintle mount.

The target was easy to make out despite the fog, with the bright glow emanating from its wings… but then the light suddenly went out and the bat-like shape veered off and dropped away.

Sinker put his eye to the scope, hoping to line up a shot before the helo started changing position… and then recoiled from a sudden, overpowering rush of heat and light.

An impossibly deep, deafeningly loud roar had a moment to pound his ears before the helicopter was sucked into the maelstrom.

Gary, Indiana, USA 06:16 A.M UTC

Gary Indiana as with many Rust Belt cities, suffered from unemployment, decaying infrastructure, low literacy and educational attainment levels.

But everything changed after the Rumbling. The city was reborn, the growth of the steel industry once again brought prosperity to the community. They once again the biggest steel city in America.

But...not for long.

The midnight black disc of the portal swelled into existence almost directly above the city center, appearing for all the world like a flying saucer from a low-budget sci-fi movie.

And from the depths of hell you could hear the coordinated chanting of millions of demon sorcerers. Drawing power from an active volcano they were preparing for an offensive incantation of unimaginable scale.

"Chaos Release : Absolute Annihilation Sphere."

A large-scale annihilation incantation designed by Grand Duke of Hell Belial. Converting all of the thermal energy in an active volcano into thermal elements. It would be the mightiest offensive art in demon's history.

But without constantly fixing one's mind onto them, generated magic elements like thermal, cryogenic, and aerial elements would drift about the area on their own volition and eventually vanish, scattering as hot or cold air.

Hence, Belial explored means to maintain the produced elements without the need to focus on them. What first came to mind was to set them into some vessel.

That said, the standard elements for offensive arts, thermal and cryogenic, would instantly disappear upon coming into contact with some material, heating it up or cooling it down.

How to accumulate a large amount of magic. That was a basic yet ultimate question that many high ranking magic users racked their minds over since ancient times.

The solution was gravity spell. The sun was a giant nuclear bomb that constantly exploded but it never really going off due to the massive gravitational field it had pulling everything inward. The demon of course didn't know this but they knew gravity pulled everything inward and that was enough.

The sphere of annihilation grew quickly in size as it absorbed more and more thermal elements from the volcano. By now it had a diameter of 30 meter and growing, the surface temperature also increased to more than 50 thousand degrees Celsius.

As the temperature increased the sphere started to glow like a mini sun. By then the sphere carried as much energy as six million tons of TNT.

Once the sphere arrived on Earth, in the space of an eye-blink this super heated sphere expanded instantly and created an explosion with the force of a hydrogen bomb.

The first phase of the explosion happened within less than a second.

In a millisecond, a ball of plasma hotter than the sun appears and grows in a fireball to more than 4 kilometres across. Within this ball, everyone was just gone.

Think of water dripped on to a very hot pan. A sizzle, and then there was nothing. Most buildings, cars, trees, tacky sculptures and people all evaporated. Anything from Westbrook park in the west to Tennessee street to the east were gone.

The intense tsunami of light washed over the city in an instant. The heat of this light produced a thermal pulse, so energetic and hot that it just burned everything as far as 26 kilometres from the center. The explosion was so bright that you could see it from as far as Chicago and Michigan cities 40 km away.

What this means was that everything in an area of 2000 square kilometres that was able to burn, started burning. Plastic, wood, fabric, hair, and skin.

Most people first noticed that something was wrong, but it was already too late for hundreds of thousands. The flash was followed by the shockwave.

The heat and light of the fireball created a bubble of superheated and super-compressed air around it that was now expanding explosively. Faster than the speed of sound, creating winds stronger than a category five hurricanes and tornadoes.

Human infrastructure were no match for the power of a volcano. Most major buildings within 2 kilometres of the fireball like the Ernie Pyle elementary school were just grounded up down to their base in seconds.

Only steel reinforced concrete is able to partially resist the pressure.

In the surrounding parks like the Indiana Dunes National Park, trees blackened and smoldering from the heat a second before snap like toothpicks.

Anyone outside got tossed away like a grain of dust in a tornado. The shockwave weakens as it travels outwards but still, about 800 square kilometres of houses collapsed like they're made of cards, trapping tens of thousands of people who didn't have any time to react.

A mushroom cloud made from the remains of the fireball, dust and ash rose kilometres into the sky in the next few minutes and casted a dark shadow over the ruined city.

This violently pulled in fresh air surrounding the city, destroying more buildings and providing an abundance of oxygen for the firestorm that burnt the rubble and everybody who trapped in it

Prime Minister's Official Residence, Tokyo, Japan

The Prime Minister strode briskly through the underground corridor. He'd retired to the Kantei after the initial searches had turned up nothing, but in truth he'd only been napping.

He wasn't ready to believe that the demons had simply retreated after their slaughter, and it would seem that his instincts were correct.

"It's Kyoto sir," the aide next to him said, "some kind of massive incendiary attack. Reports of fires burning out of control and of buildings collapsing miles away. No Chaos Demons though."

Motoi Shinzō didn't bother asking her to elaborate, as the situation room was just ahead. He spotted Taro Itami across the room – the Minister of Defense probably hadn't left since the initial attack – along with several other cabinet members. The screens showed images of fire, smoke and digital maps with conspicuous red outlines superimposed on them.

"How bad is it Admiral?"

"Prime Minister. In short, the Chaos Demons have hit Kyoto with a weapon of mass destruction, based on their portal capability. We're looking at a total loss of the city, severe damage out to ten miles from ground zero and significant damage to the surrounding areas."

The PM's expression was grim. "Comparable to a strategic nuclear yield?" The scenario seemed familiar somehow, but he couldn't place the source of the deja vu.

"Not exactly sir. We had one piece of luck, a JASDF drone caught the deployment on video." Minister Itami nodded to the comms officer, who touched a control. A pair of images appeared on a large screen, documenting the initial encounter with the Chaos Demon.

"Right is natural color, left is the thermal image. They intercepted the demon over the cathedral, don't know if that was significant."

The PM was staring at the Chaos Demon. It looked like a grotesque cross between a woman and a bat, with bronze skin and no visible arms. There was something odd about its hair… and its wings had started to glow.

The image began to show streaks and speckles. Minister of Defense continued to narrate. "Intercept control lost radar coverage over the city shortly before the intercept. Radio contact with the drone was lost about now." The buildings began to recede and the angle shifted. "It's maneuvering for a shot. A little too late, unfortunately…"

The Chaos Demon suddenly closed its wings and fell away, leaving a tower block in the centre of the frame. The image flared; the visual camera quickly recovered to show an orange sphere right below a portal about 7km alway, while the thermal image stayed whited out. The room was silent as the sphere detonated and obliterated the city below. Then the image spun crazily before blanking out.

"The drone went down?"

The voice came from behind him but it was one the PM had become tiresomely familiar with. Sure enough, Deputy Prime Minister Shigenori Hōjō was standing behind him.

"Actually no, though it was a close thing." As if on cue, the video switched to showing a panoramic aerial view of the destruction. "The MQ-99 recorded this before it had to return to base. We've established that the burst height was a little over eight hundred meter. Portal diameter is about fifty meter before closing."

Shin Godzilla 2. That was it. An old Toho film, about Kyoto's destruction by a nuclear bomb to kill Godzilla . Shinzō pushed the trivia out of his mind, but not before thinking well, at least things aren't that bad.

"Casualties?"

"We're guessing at the moment, but I'd be surprised if we take less than one million fatalities with somewhere between 1,7 to 2 milion injuries."

And this was just one of ten cities that were attacked

"What's our response so far?"

"We've got fighters up Sir. F-15s patrolling and some F-16s. They're trainers but they've always had a war-emergency point defense role. They're carrying a gun pod we've had in storage ever since the Phantoms were phased out."

"F-15s? F-16s? What happened to the J-4s? For all the money those things cost us…"

"They're out in Lemuria Sir. Anyway, the JSDF is being mobilized and we're moving in. We'll have to be damned careful. The explosion did one hell of a lot of damage and if there's another, we could lose all our first responders. Casualties?

Quite apart from the numbers issue, we've got the lot. Severe burns, blunt force trauma, gas poisoning, you name it. The Chaos Demons didn't hit us with a nuke but they might as well have done. First priority is to get the scene cordoned off…"

He was interrupted by the telephone ringing. One of the aides picked it up and spoke for a few seconds.

"Sir, I have Seoul on the line. They've picked up the news, probably intercept of the transmissions we've been watching. A Fire Brigade is already on its way. A ferry is being held for them."

"Word's out then. Didn't take long did it. Have we any more data to give out."

"No Sir. We'll be getting download from a IGS O-7 fairly shortly but that's all we can expect. "

The phone rang again. "Its Viet Nam, Sir. They got the news about the attack but no more than that. They say, whatever they've got and we want we can have."

"Nice of them. Still no theories on why Kyoto was the target? Ground zero was the university, were they doing anything important?"

"Nothing credible Prime Minister. I checked the university… their materials department did some engineering work on the new HEAT shells, but that's all."

Another cold war memory bobbed unbidden into Shinzō's mind; a novel in which the Chinese had destroyed Tokyo with a single ICBM, then tried to sue for terms. Bad end to a good book… he couldn't remember the title. No matter, it was a plausible scenario here.

These attacks might be a carefully judged attempt by Abaddon to demonstrate his power before opening negotiations. But it was also plausible that Kyoto and nine other cities were just unlucky, and that more strikes would follow as fast as the demons could manage.

"We have to know why and more importantly if, when and where the next strike will be. What about that demon general the Americans captured? If he's supposed to be on our side why didn't he bother to warn us about this?"

"You'll have to ask the Americans that Sir, he's in their hands."

"We'll do just that. Mr. Itami, if you could call the White House and the Kremlin please, I'll want a video conference ASAP." Shinzō was more inclined to assign the twit to making tea, but alas one had to accommodate political realities.

Alnus Base, Lemuria, Falmart

The Supreme Commander of the Allies Force in Falmart, Liam Nuttall strode quickly through the underground corridor. He was at Camo Hell-Alpha when he received news of the attacks on Earth, forcing him to return to Alnus on his supersonic plane.

Detail informations about the attacks had been censored to avoid problems with the troops but he needed to make official announcement soon.

As he entered the room he spotted a familiar face standing near the door.

"Is this true, Commander?" Asked Commander of the East Asian 11th Army, General Yōji Itami.

Nuttall could see the worry on Itami's face and everyone around him, many of whom were from the recently attacked countries.

"New information is coming in but we have confirmed that there has been a series of attacks using WMD on the city of Gary in the US; Nizhny Tagil in Russia; Rome in Italy; Jerusalem in Israel; Mecca and Medina in Arabia Saudi; Varanasi and Amritsar in India; Lhasa in China and Kyoto in Japan."

An uproar of shock reverberates through the room as everyone jumps up to their feet and babbles their swearing.

Oh...God!

We had to go back and help them.

Did anyone have any contact with the Italian government?

Oh ... God Almighty... Vatican .. The Pope ... had he been evacuated ?

What happened to Masjid al-Haram (in Mecca), and Al-Masjid an-Nabawi (in Medina) ?

Dear Lord, What about the West Bank ? Did anyone have any contact with the Palestine government ? How was the situation in Israel ?

Did anyone have the location of His Holiness the Dalai Lama. He wasn't in Lhasa, was he? Had we reestablished contact with Tibet yet?

"Everyone calm down!" Commander Nuttall bellowed, immediately getting it. Everyone sits back down.

"What should we do now, Commander ?"

"Isn't it obvious? We destroy them all." A female voice interjected. It belonged to Her Holiness Rory Mercury.

"What about defending our homeland?!" Command General of the US Third Army, Tommy Kennedy exclaimed as he jumps up with an eager expression.

"Her Holiness is right," he finally answered in a solemn tone. "We must carry on as we currently do and destroy the forces of Chaos. Doing so will prevent further attacks. Recommence the Operation immediately." Nuttall ordered.

A collective groan arised throughout the room.

A dark elven woman suddenly rushed in. She was Yao Ha Dushi, an Imperial intelligence officer currently serving Her Holiness Rory Mercury.

"Your...Holiness... There... were," Yao regained her breath. "Just half an hour ago, the Ruinous Powers of Chaos launched a series of massive incendiary attacks on ten of our holy sites. Thanks to our underground cities, the loss of life was limited but the cities above were leveled."

Everyone around gaped with profound horror as their eyes widen. The attacks weren't over yet.

Rory gritted her teeth, struggling to contain her rage. "It seems we have underestimated the stupidity of the Chaos demons, they will pay dearly for this blasphemous act. We shall burn the Eye of Terror itself."