Hell Police

by ArtworkerGEMS

This is a commissioned story. Vi, Caitlyn and Jinx are the best of the best at the Time Police. During a mission, however, Vi goes MIA (sent to Hell). While Vi figures out how to deal with Hell (very horny), Cait and Jinx have to find her and get her back... But things get very horny, very quickly.

This was not what Vi had been hoping to achieve with the maneuver she had performed. In her defense, she could not know that her device would be capable of opening up portals to literal Hell. Like, how was she supposed to know that this place, which was more of a story, was actually real?

Regardless, she probably should have been more patient. In fact, there was no probability there - she should have been more careful, and she should have waited for the opportune moment, rather than just charging in. Sure, Jinx would have been more than happy to hear that she had gone wild, but then she would have reprimanded her for getting caught, that much could be said. In regards to Caitlyn, though, she could already hear her lover talking her ears off about how a proper plan was always the best course of action.

And her plan was not all that bad, but… Well, getting shot was one thing, but getting shot, with the bullet somehow happening to hit the temporal mobility device, and SOMEHOW activating it to open up a portal to Hell? Now that was too much, and there was little planning one could do in preparation for that.

Fortunately, she had not gotten injured. However, the state of her equipment was not very promising - the one tool that she had at her disposal, which could get her out of trouble, had been damaged, so much so that it simply failed to function. She pursed her lips and stifled a curse.

"This…" Vi started saying something, but then wound up unable to finish it. This was bad, indeed, but there was some solution. "Okay, let's calm down… And think!"

She had not expected to wind up stranded somewhere, much less Hell, so she only had a protein bar in her possession. What was worse, the overbearing heat of this place was already getting to her. She felt sweat moistening her body up, in particular her huge breasts, which were always prone to getting sweaty first, due to just how much meat was present.

Vi peeked out from behind the red stones that surrounded her, and her hopes of this actually being some real place, with people in it, which place just happened to look like the Inferno, were dashed. There were, very clearly, lakes of lava slowly flowing in various directions, there was a perpetual, reddish mist that enveloped everything, which, itself, was already orange, brown or red enough to evoke thoughts of Hell.

Worst of all, there were demons all over. She could tell they were demons, because they looked just like what she had assumed demons would look like - and not only that, but also because they were incredibly reminiscent of popular depictions. Horns, bat wings, scales, tails, humanoid upper bodies and fawn legs.

There were even many somewhat ruined structures all over, and yet the demons were just chilling at said locations, which was clearly not something proper folks would do - especially considering the fact that there were countless symbols of upside down crosses, multitudes of graffiti that read '666', and more obscure stuff that Vi was not aware of.

"Okay, Hell it is," she reckoned and slid back down behind the rocks. "What's the plan of action?"

The first answer that presented itself in her head was simple - to punch. Now, she would have gladly gone along with it, but considering that doing just that had led her to this situation meant it was not a good approach. Or, at the very least, it would not work out.

Following protocol - just as Caitlyn would have advised, and also as an indirect means of redeeming herself for fucking up so badly - that meant she could not go prancing around in her white, glittering armor with pale blue accents. Definitely a bad call, considering just how heroic and angelic it could be interpreted to be. She raised her arm up to her face and took a long gander at the wrist watch.

Flicking through the multitude of disguise options - because traveling through time featured a pronounced need to blend in, as a result of which the equipment that members of the Pulsefire Squads had on them featured disguises - but none of them were demon-related or adjacent. Thus, she needed to very carefully extend her arm, so that her watch was facing some of the denizens of Hell, so that they could then be scanned.

That process needed to be repeated at least four more times, which really bothered Vi, but it had to be done. Had she been Jinx, she would have whipped up some weird disguise without even a single scan, but she was not her sister. She would have liked to just start wailing on the countless goons all around her - given that they were demons, all of them in various stages of demonic intoxication or whatever it was that made them more demon-ish, and they were all, very clearly, villainous.

Hell. She was in Hell, so everyone in here was a criminal of some sort, and they all looked wimpy enough for her to beat up without much issue. But she had to be very careful about what she was going to do, because, while appearances were such and such, they could be deceiving, and demons were known to be magical, while also deceptive and smart. So, over the course of what felt like hours, but was actually around thirty minutes, Vi managed to get all the scans needed for the watch to give a little whir and, approvingly, let out a nearly inaudible ding.

The disguise was ready, and as soon as that was the case, the Enforcer took a look at it. Then, she pursed her lips and thought to herself that, maybe, going with no disguise might be worth the risk… But then she imagined the headache she would get due to Caitlyn's headache caused by dealing with the amount of paperwork she would have to file, following an incident like THAT.

She then looked at the disguise again, furrowed her brows and pressed the 'without clothes' option, thinking that, maybe, the thing was bugged or malfunctioning, due to the fact that all of the tech elements of her equipment were linked. Alas, the device was fully operational, because the preview she got was of an actually naked individual. Still, it felt more… Modest, in a sense. More fit for work than what the alternative was.

"I guess they'll get to enjoy the show…" she mused to herself dejectedly, feeling a little defeated, and realized that her modesty was still powerful enough to stop her from going around actually naked - even if she was planning on cracking skulls - and so she selected the 'clothed' option on the device and allowed it to do its magic. "But if it's going to let me get to the crooks, then let's get it done!"

It was not actually magic, but some incredibly advanced, technological mambo-jumbo that was both technology and magic, or something along those lines. Regardless, her gauntlets and armor gradually disappeared into nothingness, replaced by what barely qualified as clothes and a pair of pseudo-gloves.

She grit her teeth in astonishment at just how poorly the garments fit her - her massive bust was definitely to blame for much of that, but still, even the pants and the thigh-high pseudo-socks were just… Not right.

The horns that plopped themselves as extensions of her forehead felt odd, but by comparison, they were the most normal part of the disguise. Her hair and eyes changed color, with the former becoming pure white, while the latter took on an amber shade, her irises elongating vertically and sharpening at the upper and lower points. Her teeth appeared sharper, her ears were like those of an elf, and her skin got a very particular purple sheen to it.

Her neck was enveloped in a latex collar, thick and black, off of which hung a golden coin that read 'for Charon xoxo'. From that same collar, as, evidently, underneath it was hidden another collar-esque component, protruded a pair of red straps. They went over her massive tits, barely managing to cover up her nipples - though definitely not her areolas and not even her piercings - sliding down to her crotch.

She was, essentially, wearing a red mankini - a mixture of suspenders and thong, which was so exceedingly lewd that she needed to be very drunk, or very horny, to be willing to wear this. As it was currently, considering her situation, she was NOT in the mood for either drinking or fucking, yet there she was, flaunting her goods for the sake of nothing.

The situation was worsened by the fact that her chest was covered in a net, slightly more orange than it was red, which dug into her tits obscenely, emphasizing their weight and mass even more. That net ended above her abdomen, leaving her toned muscles completely bare. Lastly, and clearly as a weird, provocative fashion statement, she had a tiny, decorative little yellow jacket, with a high collar, which barely covered her upper back and just ended there.

Had that been it, it would have been lewd enough. However, there was more. Her garments also featured a set of "pants" that were shorter than a pair of boxers. In fact, they were probably less efficient at covering her up than a pair of briefs! She had a set of jean shorts that started and then ended, at around half the length of her pinky, with their lower rim coated in white fluff. What was even more perplexing was that the zipper and button were undone, revealing the mankini thong cutting into her pussy.

Her legs were framed by a set of thigh high socks, which were just the same type of netting that appeared to be a size smaller, digging into her flesh and emphasizing just how thick her thighs were. She was barefoot, which was incredibly weird, considering this was Hell, and the ground was unpleasantly rocky terrain… Or lava.

Lastly, and most unpleasantly for her, the gauntlets she so dearly cherished and relied on, which had, in a sense, brought her together with her beloved Caitlyn, were reduced to such an extent that they were just a set of little gloves, made out of the same netting that effectively groped her legs and chest. They did end in wrist straps, which were black and studded with golden beads. The one on her left arm still functioned like the wrist watch, and said gloves maintained the functionality of her gauntlets, but they were so… Odd.

"Okay," she muttered to herself, balling her hands into fists. Regardless, she had to be ready for action. "Time to beat some goons up… Time to get things done!

Vi jumped out of her hiding place and started looking around - aside from the plan of cracking some skulls, she was also hoping to find some other place where she could stay. Hole up and get herself food - because even if she would be spending a day here, until her colleagues showed up, she did need sustenance.

So she went over a little pep-talk in her head and decided that, no matter how unsightly and nasty the demons squatting in the ruins were, they were one of her only leads. Thus, Vi walked on over, trying to be as casual as possible… Though, before doing any walking at all, she tried to adjust her outfit, so that it may cover her piercings, at the very least. Alas, that was not an option - evidently, the look was one that relied on only one of the studs framing her nipples to be obscured by the string of the mankini's suspender component. Gritting her teeth, she approached the quintet, who looked like they were passing along a joint, though they were definitely not smoking weed.

"Look at that bitch!" Exclaimed one of them, who looked like a cross between a man, a goat and a snake. He had a flimsy kilt and nothing else in the way of clothing, aside from a gratuitous number of bracelets and necklaces. His face was not pleasant to look at, and he was clearly going to be a pain in the ass.

"What?" turned around one of the other demons, who was more reminiscent of a dwarf than a demon, though he had four spider-esque legs protruding from the waist down.

The quintet, who seem to all the various types of unsightly, demonic dudes, got a bit livened up by the appearance of the Enforcer, no doubt because of the size of her melons and the promiscuity of her outfit. She grit her teeth even harder, thinking to herself that they only needed to tell her one thing, and then there would be no reason to not beat them up.

"Hey boys," she greeted, leaning against the remnants of a doorframe. Her tits wobbled enticingly, and Vi tried to pretend there were fewer than seven pairs of eyes looking at them. "You know where I could get a snack?"

"A snack?" inquired one of them, who looked like a human, but with a fucked up face, a bald head and some kind of weird skin condition. He was not even dignified enough to be wearing any clothing that provided any of the benefits of clothes - instead, he had a set of gloves, over which rested a number of weird rings. His legs were clad in a pair of rainbow colored, thigh-high socks. "Nah, nothing that small."

Upon saying that, the other four let out a set of laughs. One was reminiscent of a chuckle, but the other three were just weird types of rumbling. Vi suspected where this was headed. After all, she could see the bulges beneath the kilts, or the particular looks that were being given her.

"No?" she mused, putting her left hand on her hip and poking her right hand's index finger against her full lips. "What about something bigger?"

"Try this!" Proposed one of the fellows with kilts, and while doing so he pulled his skirt off of himself, revealing a massive schlong, which was gradually stiffening.

"Nah, not interested," she shook her head and stood up.

"What?" confused, the one who had made the offer asked. "Come on, you're a total slut! You can't resist our dicks!"

"I can…" Vi replied, but paused as the rest of them uncovered their genitals. Some looked conventionally humanoid, others looked like tentacles, and one was reminiscent of a pig's tail. "I can definitely resist."

"What the fuck?" they were all utterly befuddled as she stood in the doorway, her face conveying disinterest.

"Yeah, wild, I know. So, food? Where can I get some?" the Enforcer tried redirecting the conversation towards what she actually wanted, but the shift in the expressions of the demons indicated that that would not work.

"Who do you think you are, bitch?" asked the spider-leg boy, his ugly mug very distorted by anger. Naturally, she should not have expected good behavior from demons, even towards other demons. But, still, was there no sense of camaraderie?

"Unless you want to get your shit kicked in," Vi stated, clenching her fists. "You better not do anything funny and just tell me where I can find myself some food!"

"You're a no-name, slut-whore!" Shouted the demon with the weird dick. He had also balled his hands up into fists. "I'll show you who kicks what!"

As soon as he started walking towards her, she was already moving. Her fist - still gauntleted, though in appearance not - collided with his face, smashing his nose and any protruding elements, pancaking them thoroughly. The demon flew off, landing on his back, and did not get up.

"What the–"

"You fuckin' bitch!"

"She got Bennie!"

"You'll get i–" amidst a storm of reactions, the most violent of the remaining four moved to attack her as well, but she was already going - her fist slammed against his stomach, sending him flying against the wall and taking him out of the fight.

Two more of the demons wound up kissing the dirt, and the last one standing - who wound up being the one with the spider legs - got a finger pointed at him.

"I'll pick your legs out of you if you don't tell me where to get some food!" Threatened Vi, and he seemed to have gotten enough horny out of his system to understand her words.

"By– by the Nes'Te! By the Nes'Te!"

"Where is that?" Vi asked, looking at him from underneath her furrowed brows. He was exceedingly pathetic. When the demon in question pointed in the direction, the Enforcer knocked him on the head, sending him to sleep for a long time.

With that out of the way, Vi felt a bit of a rush. She was satisfied to have bashed some skulls, but there was something unsatisfying about it. Throughout the whole encounter, she was constantly thinking about how her tits were flailing about, and how her nipples had, undoubtedly, popped out. Surprisingly, that wound up not being the case, but it was still bothersome.

The direction she had been pointed in did not show any signs of there being a place with food at it. However, there was the red fog, which severely obscured her vision. So she chose to trust the demon and got going.

Over the course of the short journey that she found herself experiencing, she ran into many more demons. Some taunted her, others straight up went at her, exposing themselves and demanding that she let them play with her tits. Without fail, she pummeled each and every one of them.

In fact, Vi was so thorough that she slapped around every single demon she laid her eyes on. There was, probably, no need for her to do that, but she liked whipping their asses, and also felt that they deserved it. In a very particular sense, it felt good. Not in a bodily manner, but it just filled her brain with the feel-good chemicals.

So she haphazardly challenged every demon in sight, and she got to win.

Finally, she reached something that looked as though it was inhabited, or at least maintained. It was a large structure, relatively ruined on the outside, but sporting, miraculously, ivy that grew along its walls.

"Okay…" Vi said to herself, making her way towards the pair of guards. They looked incredibly unimpressive, and their expressions implied that they had bought her disguise. Probably thought that she was going to ask them for sex. "Only two punches left…"

Gleefully, for she had eaten her protein bar and was getting hungry, Vi got close enough to the two demons to be within bashing range… And so she bashed the guards, slapping them around and causing millions in healthcare costs. She was about to enter the building and get some food, but as she opened the doors she found herself in an entré.

On the other side of said entré was a huge, hulking demon, his flesh a mixture of pink and purple, with black horns protruding from his head, small, beady eyes that glowed in an unnerving green color, and fawn legs that were teacher than Vi's ass. The door behind him was just closing, indicating that he was coming out from within, and the Enforcer caught a glimpse of loads of green, as well as pale blue - the former reminiscent of plants, the latter quite similar to the color of the sky.

She pointed at him, furrowing her brows. Thankfully, she had gotten comfortable enough in her disguise that the wobble her motion caused her breasts did not bother her, though it was clearly noticed by the demon.

"Get the fuck outta the way!" Vi exclaimed, and to her surprise he started laughing at her. His deep, rumbling voice was loud and even had an unsettling tinge to it, but that did not concern her. Everyone here was a chump, so this goon was no exception. "I'ma fuck you up, dumbshit!"

"Phah, try me, bitch!"

And so she did. She charged at him, making use of her gauntlets, but then he just grabbed her and threw her on the ground. The walls of the entré suddenly disappeared and were replaced by raging fires, as if off of his whim.

"I, the archdemon Ciimen, have not been overpowered in a thousand years!" He exclaimed as she got up, gritting her teeth and feeling her heartbeat ramp up. So he was strong, and what of it? She would beat him, same as all the other demons in here.

Vi charged at him again, intent on performing her signature move, which she had dubbed 'cease and desist'. To her shock, he grabbed her hands with his own, and managed to stop her onslaught. She groaned as they clashed, putting everything in the contest of strength, but he just did not budge.

"You're strong, bitch, but that ain't your best feature!" Ciimen roared as he pulled her up by the hands and threw her over himself. She landed on the ground with a heavy thud, letting out a gasp of pain - her blast shield had given up the ghost.

"Fuck you!" She replied, getting up and clenching her fists. Maybe she had to take this more seriously, so she was going to treat it as a boxing match.

"I'll do just that!" Announced the demon, pointing at her. "Your tits look hella good, and I wager your cunt'll be real nice and tight!"

That could have been interpreted as a compliment and, in hindsight, Vi SHOULD have taken it as such and just gone along with his wish to fuck her - it would have saved her a lot of bruising and a lot of hurt pride.

The two of them had a lengthy fight - lengthy by her standards, because not only did she wind up losing, but also because he would take a few hits here and there, since he was either very cocky and was letting himself get hit, or due to the fact he was actually just not good at fighting, and the only reason he had the upper hand was because he was stupendously strong and tough.

Regardless, whenever he could, he would grapple her, toss her around, roll on the floor with her while she elbowed and kicked at him to get out of the predicament, and every subsequent time she would struggle a bit longer and it would be a bit harder to break loose. Not only that, but she was also getting to inhale his particular scent every time, his sweat got all over her, and she could clearly tell that he was enjoying the act of pushing himself against her.

Sure, her tits were massive, each about as big as a beach ball, and they were incredibly soft and malleable, but getting off to boobs while fighting? That was just a whole nother level of disrespect, but, alas, she had nothing she could do about it.

As he threw himself at her yet again, she failed to evade massive arms that were clasping around her, and got tackled to the ground again. He pushed her down with his weight, actively grinding his bulging crotch against her, and laughed as she tried to get him off her.

Alas, running on an empty tank and fighting for more than a minute was just not manageable, and so no matter how hard she pushed, how intensely she strained herself and her equipment, she just could not overpower him. What was worse was that he was clearly not treating this as a fight anymore - in fact, he had not been doing that ever since the third time he had managed to stop an attack of hers.

He buried his face in her left shoulder, his left horn hooking around her neck like a weird ornament. The slight pressure applied whenever he would move bothered the Enforcer, who kept trying to push him off, but as she felt his tongue lolling out of his mouth and sliding down her skin, she shuddered in a most improper manner.

Ciimen noticed that, and so he drew his tongue back into his maw.

"You're mine now, slut!" He stated, and his exclamation was followed by a hearty laugh. "But I think we can wrestle around a bit longer. You're tougher than most other lays, I'll give you that!"

"Take it and– huff– shove it up your ass!" Vi angrily replied, but he did not seem phased, instead allowing another bout of laughter to make its way past his… Well, he did not have lips, so maybe teeth?

"Up yours it'll go, wench… Up yours!" Ciimen informed her and, repositioning himself so that he was straddling her with his legs, he made himself comfortable.

She felt his massive cock and even more gratuitously large balls plop onto her stomach, and the weight provoked her to flex. Still, his genitals were covered up by the kilt - which was just a drape of leather hanging around his waist - so she was not directly exposed to whatever unsightly appearance they had, yet she clearly felt them.

They were hot, very much so, but not in an unpleasant manner. It was just like the heat of passion, of lust, of carnal desire.

But she did not have enough time to consider that, as he placed his arms over hers, elbows resting on the ground but forearms restricting her limbs' movement. His hands grasped her head, fingers thumbs caressing her cheeks.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she muttered as his ghastly face drew towards her, his green, slimy tongue lolling past his razor sharp teeth. It was obvious that he was intent on doing something with it, but the disregard on display in relation to the cutting power of his fangs and the apparent softness of his tongue bothered her.

"Oh, you'll find out, bitch!" He replied, allowing his tongue - which kept going and going after it left his mouth, as if it was some weird, thick piece of rope - to slather her face. She grit her teeth and closed her eyes, because he was absolutely licking her like a dog. Then, however, the tip of his probing oral muscle wound up pressing against her lips.

Vi tried to resist him, but then he just laid some of his tongue over her nose, blocking her ability to breathe through it. That forced her to open her mouth, even if she was still gritting her teeth, which, in turn, allowed him to slide his nasty, bumpy appendage inside. So much of his tongue filled up her mouth, while some of it was still obscuring her nose, that she started struggling to breathe by doing so through grit teeth. She was forced to instinctively open her oral cavity as much as she could, desperate for air, at which point he moved quickly.

Uncovering her nose, but slamming all of his tongue in her mouth, he started tongue fucking her in a very particular manner. His saliva mixed in with hers, he slid his nasty, slimy appendage down her throat, evoking the feeling of getting deepthroated, but at the same time it was different, far more… Flexible.

All the while he was grinding his chest against her tits, his massive cock and balls rubbing against the underside of her humongous boobs, and a very particular feeling started welling up within her.

He withdrew his tongue back into his mouth, looking at her with those glowing green eyes, and only thanks to what he had so far done could she tell what he intended to do. Even so, she could barely do anything - she desperately inhaled and exhaled, feeling the obscene amounts of saliva framing her lips and leaking down her sides.

"Let's get you some good dick, slut!" Ciimen exclaimed, repositioning so that he could grab his kilt and flip it aside, revealing his ginormous, throbbing, yet still flaccid, horsecock. The part of it that was outside of the sheath was green, like his nasty tongue, but the color was the least of Vi's concerns.

The sheer size of the damned thing was obscene. It was almost as thick as her thigh, and that was one of the thickest parts of her entire body, while it was still not-totally-hard. The length was also totally beyond anything reasonable, reaching down to his knee while it was in this softer state.

But the most impressive element of this whole ordeal were his balls. His testicles were colossal, easily as big as watermelons, maybe even as big as her freaking tits. Each of them probably weighed twenty-two or more pounds, and their immense weight was conveyed by the flabby scrotum that housed them. How had he moved, at all, with those things jangling between his legs? In fact, the more Vi looked at them, the more convinced she became that this could not have been their ordinary state. Ciimen was incredibly backed up - that had to be it, otherwise this was just… Just impossible!

"I knew you'd like my package, bitch!" The demon informed her, taking hold of his cock by the base and wobbling it about, slapping her tits with it. The flare, which was growing wider and wider with every passing moment, was tipped off with a slightly protruding urethra that leaked pre-cum with such an intense color that it could be misconstrued for proper jizz. "I like yours, so we're even."

"Get off me, you tree-trunk with legs!" Growled Vi, trying to twist herself free, but ultimately being unable to throw him off balance. He laughed at her and slapped his cock against her fat tits again, the liquid oozing out of his piss-slit slathering them nicely.

"I will, I will, but I gotta fuck those funbags first," Ciimen calmly explained, using his other hand to grasp one of her tits. The size of his paw was ludicrous, but even it could not compare to Vi's boobs. He failed to envelop it with his girthy fingers - each easily thicker than her wrists - but that did not stop him from groping her with great gusto. "Oh yeah, that's nice, isn't it?"

"I'll rip your hands off of you, you fat fuck!" Threatened the Enforcer, but she was, unfortunately, in no position to talk. Her eyes were locked onto the leaky piss-slit of the demon's girthy cock, which was becoming harder and harder with every passing moment. It was a sight to behold, frankly, as with each pulsation it grew bigger, its surface becoming more and more taut.

"You wish," replied the demon, slapping her tits with his schlong, an almost dreamy expression on his face - well, what little of his visage that could be discerned as a face, regardless. His brows were the thing that was most indicative of emotion, as was the openness of his eyes, though the main source of information was actually his voice. He was clearly not interested in chitter-chatter right now. "Why don't you put that mouth of yours to use, huh?"

She did not even need to ask what he meant. By the time they had exchanged words, his member had reached a size that allowed it to snugly fit between her tits, but also to poke at her chin with its nasty, flared tip. Vi had no desire to actually do anything akin to what the demon was suggesting, but with every moment she tarried, his cock just got bigger and drew closer to her mouth.

Soon enough, regardless of the fact that he let go of it and grabbed her other boob with his now free hand, beginning a process of rough groping that she failed to enjoy, but he seemed to be really ecstatic about, as his urethra sputtered ever larger quantities of pre-cum, his dick wound up on her face. The flare was so wide that even though the underside of the shaft itself rested on Vi's chin, the damn tip fanned out to a point that allowed it to linger right over her lips, touching them after each throb.

The taste of his pre-cum was simultaneously vile and completely intoxicating. It was simply salty, which made it taste like any other kind of pre-cum, which gave it that particularly endearing quality. It was also the pre-cum of a demon who was forcing himself on her, and that she did not like. Though as his fingers pinched her nipples, as his hands kneaded her tits as if they were dough, as his balls churned tangibly on her stomach… She started feeling as though she was getting into it.

Pursing her lips, fighting this wave of undue desire, Vi gasped as Ciimen pushed her boobies together, his cock sandwiched between them. Just now could she appreciate how hot the darn thing was. It was at the exact cusp of being too hot - like when setting the water temperature in the shower and, at first, it seems as if it is far too hot to handle, but on a second sampling it turns out to be perfect.

His massive schlong was like that - and it was not just hot, it was heavy, it was throbbing, and it reeked, but at the same time it was absolutely incredible. She caught herself at that thought, but the sheer fact that it showed up was already indicative of just how far her body had gone. Vi was horny - she could not tell, and nor did Ciimen know, but her cunt was sopping wet.

Her nipples were rock hard and her cheeks had reddened. Her heart was racing, and she was beginning to actively get excited about the titfuck she would wind up being the subject of. Regardless, she still vehemently refused to open her mouth for the demon's cock. He would have to make do with her immaculate breasts.

Ciimen did not seem to mind. He kept pushing her tits against one another, rubbing them and playing with her nipples, all the while his schlong stiffened. When it finally stopped growing, it reached all the way from Vi's navel to her forehead, and it was easily thicker than her entire neck.

That was when he shifted his position a bit - his hooves, which had so far been parallel to the ground, now stepped firmly on it, and he bent his knees a bit. After that, he adjusted his grip on her tits, holding them firmly, and started thrusting. His cock slid between them with very little effort, the bulging veins and frequent pulsations adding an additional layer of intensity to the already fierce fucking her breasts were subjected to.

"Those are some ass-like tits!" He exclaimed, picking up the pace. Ciimen's pose was such that he was fucking down at her boobies, but the curvature of his rigid schlong allowed him to keep sliding his dick's tip against her face, with more rapid and voluminous bursts of pre-cum splattering all over Vi.

His balls started wobbling, the size of his scrotum preventing them from flailing about as wildly as he was thrusting, because they were still mostly laid over her stomach, but they were now dragging back and forth, pulled by the immense power of his pelvic motions. She still could not get over the tangibility of the processes taking place within his obscenely large testicles. They were churning, preparing a cocktail of vicious cum. Judging from the size, there was going to be a similarly ridiculous amount of jizz.

"Come on, bitch!" Ciimen growled, and even if his words carried no particular meaning - maybe he was urging her tits to remain as pillowy as they were, maybe he was imploring her to start lapping at his cock, maybe he was just saying it because it was something that was said in similar situations.

Regardless of what his actual intention was, Vi felt compelled to do something. The incredible amount of meat that was rubbing against her face, the smell that was invading her nostrils, the liquid that was making its way past her lips… Everything, including her own body, was telling her to GET it. To give in and enjoy this, because it was going to happen regardless of whether or not she wanted it.

She opened her mouth and allowed herself to do it. Her tongue lolled out, and all she had to do was swirl it about in circular motions - the rest was done by Ciimen's thrusting and throbbing. Every single jolt that sent his cock upwards brought it down, almost as if its owner was holding it by the base and slapping her face with it. However, he was not doing that - his pelvic floor muscles were just that developed and his schlong was just that heavy.

"OOooh, I see you've shown your true colors!" The demon exclaimed, letting out a hearty laugh as he picked up the pace. She opted not to respond, even though she wanted to talk some shit. Her tongue was needed elsewhere, and she kept moving it up and down, left and right, while Ciimen's gargantuan horsecock rubbed against it. She felt the urge to moan, to allow her eyes to roll back, to relax and let herself be at his mercy, completely, and that was a tantalizing offer.

Still, however, she had some dignity and some fight left in her, whatever that meant. On top of that, it appeared as though he did not need any additional stimulation, because the rate at which his dick throbbed increased. It also got hotter, if that was possible, but it remained pleasantly scalding, rather than painfully so.

"Hnngh–" he groaned, and she felt his balls, momentarily, clench, leaving her stomach. The sudden release from their incredible weight was very pleasant, allowing her to breathe in and out freely, though she had not realized just how obstructing their presence had been so far. "Damn these tits are good!"

Vi would have smirked, had she not been busy with slathering his cock with saliva. However, what did happen was that his meat rod swelled up even more, he furrowed his brows dangerously, and he squeezed her humongous mounds of flesh even harder. She let out a gasp. He growled like an animal, stopping his thrusting, but his member was throbbing so violently that it looked as though he was still fucking her breasts.

She felt the cum barreling along the shaft, before she saw the blast of jizz erupting out of his urethra. He kept growling, even if the intensity of his orgasm seemed to call for a more vocal approach to letting the built-up pressure dissipate. Regardless, the incredible amount of cum that shout out was, instantly, more than anything any man would have been able to produce in a whole ejaculation, and, in fact, was more than Vi could have imagined any man would be able to muster up.

It was far too much. Not only that, it was thick and gooey, but runny enough to be just right. On top of that, its shade was far too healthy, because it looked just like normal jizz, sporting a gray-ish white color and the perfect viscosity. What was even more bothersome than that was that it smelled absolutely incredible - though the Enforcer had her doubts about whether that was because of its own qualities, or because she was hungry and thirsty at the same time, while her mind was also addled by her lust.

Regardless, the first beam of jizz missed her entirely, because Ciimen had thrust just as it had been unloaded. It splashed onto the floor, the door and the flaming walls, but just as he was pulling back to thrust again, a dribble of it managed to splatter on Vi's face. That was only a taste of what was to come, for before he could execute yet another pelvic thrust, his urethra gushed more jizz, the tip being barely out of the embrace of her breasts, causing its bountiful discharge to find itself on the Enforcer's neck, chin, face, shoulders, hair - all over her.

It was enough to fill an entire water bottle - and he had already fired off one such load. There was simply so much, and it was, again, slightly hotter than his cock, which was perfectly hot to be… Well, hot.

He kept thrusting and cumming, his balls clenching and loosening up, only to clench again, his dick violently jerking upwards as it blasted rope after rope. By the time he was done, Vi had a faceful of cum, some of it having wound up in her nose and mouth, and as she breathed out through her nasal orifices, the gooey stuff bubbled up and even popped in a display of such obscenity that the Enforcer was glad she had been forced to close one eye to not get it cummed on.

"Hooh… Those tits rock, bitch!" Informed Ciimen, finally letting go of her massive breasts as his cock continued oozing cum. His balls felt a bit lighter, though it was possible that Vi was simply imagining that. As it was, she had to deal with the jizz all over her, and primarily that, which was on her face - and in her mouth - so her attention was a bit preoccupied. She did feel herself shudder as the demon slapped his still erect member against her boobs. "But now I gotta get some pussy!"

"Ngho way!" She replied, having gulped down enough of his jizz to be able to talk, but to her great displeasure she found herself craving more. Not only that, but as the words left her mouth, Vi noted that there was no intentionality to them. She did not actually mean it - she actually did want his massive, bitch-breaking, demonic horsecock to plow her pussy, to absolutely fuck her up.

"None? Well, good thing I'm the one who makes the decisions…" replied Ciimen, letting out a laugh as one of his massive maws grabbed her cunt. She grit her teeth and threw her head rearwards, her back arching as she almost came from just that. "Damn, bitch, you're one leaky hoe! And you're telling me no?"

"Nngh–Nhoooh…" Vi tried to say something, but she could not manage more than a set of moans that loosely sounded like the word of choice. His sausage-esque fingers, as thick as a normal man's dick, were currently violating her extremely wet pussy, two of them opening her up as if in preparation for the colossal cock that was soon to follow.

"I guess you are, but I ain't listening to a bitch in heat!" The demon announced and removed his fingers from her cunt, flicking her clit while raising his hand up her body to grab her by the waist. She felt her knees go weak from the sudden burst of stimulation, and then an even more unusual feeling came over her as he manhandled her so effortlessly.

His schlong was rubbing against her body, her nipples, sensitive as hell, were getting smushed, along with her fat tits, by his muscular chest, and his ugly face was far too close to hers. As Ciimen raised her up, positioning her in such a way that his cock's flared tip would be prodding her pussy, his tongue lolled out of his mouth and he started assaulting her once more.

The actual length of that organ was clearly somewhere between three and a half and seven feet, because he went on to wrap it around one of her tits, looping it around her humongous mound of flesh and then caressing her lips with its tip, as if urging her to do something. To, perhaps, open her mouth and suck on it… That was an erotic idea, Vi realized, but still she wanted to fight back as best she could, regardless of the fact that her pussy's lips were so loose they hung like curtains, or perhaps they were so heavy with girl juice that they sagged, or, most likely, she just felt an obscene weight in her cunt, because she desperately needed to get fucked.

Fortunately, the demon did not have anything against doing so. His taut dickflesh rubbed against her sopping wet quim, she felt the beads of cum slathered over her womanhood and his tip. Her eyes started rolling back as an orgasm overcame her, the intensity of the sensation and desire caused by his cock prodding against her actually making her cum.

Ciimen either failed to notice or was too engrossed in lapping at her tits. Granted, it was probably a rare occurrence for a woman as gifted as Vi to fall into his hands, and then there was also the fact that her sweat-covered body was incredibly tasty - that much she knew from many external sources, and from first-hand experience, as she could easily suck on her own nipples or lick he bountiful boobflesh.

Still, even if he was not paying enough attention, his cock kept grinding against her nethers, and the reason he had not slid her onto his member just yet was unknown to her. Maybe he had gotten very sensitive from cumming and, thus, wanted to wait it out so that he could enjoy fucking her longer? Or was there something else, as if he was waiting for her to get hornier and hornier?

This inexplicable build-up of lust within Vi had started bothering her as soon as she had noticed it, but now it was so overwhelming that she could barely think about anything aside from getting fucked. That defiant part of her mind was still active, and it was putting in a great deal of effort to make her fight back, but as of this moment it could only provoke certain thoughts. Maybe Hell itself was influencing her, changing her, making her more depraved? She had been exceptionally willing to dish out ultra violence, and she was very horny - both far more than what she was usually inclined to.

However, these ruminations were cut short when Ciimen started pushing her down onto his engorged cock. She gasped, feeling her cunt get spread open to an impossible degree, yet all that her body indicated was that it had happened, that it was happening, and that the sensation was almost too pleasant to handle. There was not an inkling of pain, and that all but confirmed the suspicion she had just a moment earlier.

"Oooh, you're tight!" Noted the demon, and Vi would have made a snide remark, but the intensity of the penetration had rendered her incapable of actually saying anything. All she could manage were moans, groans, gasps and even the occasional cry in pleasure.

He pushed his flared tip inside of her, then kept pushing, only to then lift her up, ragging her insides with his horrifically distended glans, making her feel as though he was going to pull her pussy out. Fortunately, that did not occur - and it was probably not going to happen even if Ciimen had kept pulling. Instead, he started pushing again, plunging more and more of his colossal cock into her pussy… Until he reached the first barrier.

The sensation of his urethra kissing her womb's entrance was not entirely new, but the size and the intensity of the feeling, as well as the absurdity of her situation, coupled with the overwhelming desire for it to not just barrel through her cervix, but also churn her insides up - that was definitely new.

His demonic schlong pressed against her with even more force as he readjusted himself, making his position better for thrusting, and then he did just that. His pelvis moved backwards, only to then slam forward, as far as it could go. Vi experienced the equivalent of a reverse gut-punch, but without the pain and discomfort. It was just an incredibly unique feeling of simultaneous fullness and emptiness, of rapid exhalation and a violent spike in excitement, as she started gasping for air.

He pulled back once more and thrusted, this time with even more force. She could feel his humongous testicles wobbling in between her legs, which the Enforcer just now realized were parted, knees pressed against the demon's thighs. Vi came as her cervix was penetrated, as her pussy's deepest part was violated by the gigantic horsecock of some, apparently, not-so-random goon from Hell.

"Tightening up, eh?" teased Ciimen as she shuddered, her pussy clamping down on his schlong as best it could. Her heart was beating so violently that it was a surprise for her that it had not just popped out of her chest just yet. The intensity of the sensation of cock inside her, which she had thought simply could not grow any more pronounced, wound up doing just that, and it was as if her climax was restarted the moment he moved.

As was, apparently, proper in demonic fucking, Ciimen capitalized on that and just started ramming his schlong into her as hard as he could. Her stomach bulged out obscenely, his member protruding between her tits, ultimately leading into him fucking her pussy and her tits at the same time. His tongue kept swirling about, twisting around her nipples and tightening as if to pinch them, pushing at her piercings to further agitate her body, provoking more and more pleasure to flood into her mind.

Vi could not really formulate thoughts at this point. All that was in her head was just the sensation of getting used as a fleshlight for this humongous, demonic horsecock, the incredible feeling of her stomach getting distended to such an extent that it looked as though she was a piece of chewing gum stretched to its limit. His tongue licking at her body, his hands holding her tightly, one groping her bubbly butt while the other was wrapped around her waist.

She could feel spurts of pre-cum making their way out of his dick and into her distended womanhood, and a great excitement for when the liquid would be proper spunk enveloped her. How many times she came, she had no idea, but by the time his thrusting became ultra violent, by the time his balls started slapping against her ass, flailing so wildly that a third observer would find it laughably ridiculous, Vi was a mess of moans and gasps, her mouth covered in frothing cum that was bubbling up as she fought for breaths.

"I'm gonna fill you up, bitch!" Roared Ciimen, his cock swelling up in the last few thrusts before ejaculation. Vi trembled in anticipation, feeling herself getting more and more ready for his seed. "You'll make a fine broodmother! Take it now!"

And just as he finished his statement, his balls clenched, slamming against the base of his shaft, which he buried so deep inside Vi's pussy that their pelvises came together. His roar teetered off into growls, which indicated that he should have been gritting his teeth from the heights of the pressure coursing through him, but he somehow managed not to do so.

The blast of cum that exploded out of his urethra, however, was more than enough to provoke the Enforcer into making enough noise for the two of them. Immediately as his piping hot jizz made contact with her womb, Vi threw her head back and screamed in pure ecstasy, her pussy clenching with as much force as it could muster, her squirt splashing over Ciimen's front. In fact, her orgasm was so intense that she felt as though her nipples were about to tear themselves off from just how insane the pressure she was going through wound up being.

No matter how hard she came, the tension just kept mounting and she could not find release. His cum spilled forth, the power of its eruption distending her stomach even more, flooding her cunt and making her abdomen balloon up to ludicrous proportions. Her hands grasped whatever they could find, she arched her back as far as she could, but she kept cumming and cumming, her brain giving up the ghost as she did.

His colossal balls kept clenching and churning, and more and more cum flooded into her womb, but there was no longer any space in there, so it started spilling out, managing to somehow make its way between her pussy's clenched walls and his engorged cock. It splattered onto the ground with wet, nasty sounds, which could only accompany Vi's mewling.

After what felt like an eternity, Ciimen finally stopped discharging jizz into her. However, instead of removing her from his schlong, he let out a great sigh of relief and satisfaction, after which he walked towards the inner gate of the entré, opened it and made his way into a picturesque chamber, covered in luscious grass, moss, and adorned with all sorts of fruit-bearing plants. Vi, naturally, was almost incapable of perceiving this, as she was still cumming her brains out.

"Sheesh!" Exclaimed the demon, finally pulling her off of his cock, which resulted in a loud pop filling the very un-Hellish chamber. Cum gushed out of her gaping pussy, but there was just so much in her that she resembled a pregnant woman. Not only that, she felt an entirely different weight in her body, but she was so addled by the bliss caused by the demon's dick, and by the last throes of her orgasm, that she could not consider it. "You're good, bitch, I'll give you that!"

She breathed in and out, struggling to regain her composure, as her frame finally stopped shuddering in orgasmic convulsions. His cock was still nearly completely erect, though it had lost a bit of its intensity, lowering itself to point at the ground, a thick trail of cum leaking out of his urethra. His balls had visibly shrunken, but they were still very, very big and juicy. Vi just could not stop herself, and as if some infernal power flowed into her body, she managed to push herself up.

"Heeh… Maybe–Haah– Maybe being your cumdump…" she started saying, reaching for his fat schlong with her left arm. It was so unbelievably thick that she could only get around half of it before running out of arm, resulting in her essentially giving it a half hug. "Maybe it isn't so bad…"

That was like a spell, making his cock jolt upright and evidently filling him with the energy for more, and so more fucking followed. And then more, and more and more. Vi lost track of time completely, and she lost track of… Everything.

How many times had Ciimen filled her up with his cum? How many of his buddies had shown up to have some fun with her, how many of them had had their way with her face, with her ass, with her tits, with any part of her, really? She did not know, nor did she care. What she did know was that it was not only fun, but also incredibly pleasant. She also knew that she was definitely sporting a bun in the oven, and her body was changing as if to accommodate that.

Her tits got bigger, filling up with milk, as her nipples started leaking the scintillating liquid nearly constantly, spurting it everywhere while she was getting fucked. Unbeknownst to her, the disguise she was sporting wound up becoming more than just a disguise. Her horns became an actual part of her, her hair permanently changed to white, and her visage remained demonic. Hell had changed her, and she did not just not care - she liked it.

A month after Vi's disappearance, the Pulsefire Company finally managed to send a squad to retrieve her. It had taken them that long to do so, because, due to the unusual manner in which the Enforcer had been lost, her signature could not be easily followed. Thankfully, two of the best members of any Pulsefire Squad were on the case - Jinx and Caitlyn.

Both of them were geniuses, and both of them had ties to Vi that forced them to work far more tirelessly than they would have worked if any other Pulsefire Squadmate had gone missing in action, even if they did not want to admit it. It took them two whole weeks to actually get to work together, as they could not agree on anything, as often happened when two great minds clashed.

However, when they did, everything went smoothly. Caitlyn's incredible sense for tracking and deduction, as well as Jinx' astounding ingenuity, allowed them to pick up on particular signs that were, for each individually, completely irrelevant, and they finally managed to find Vi's location. Then came the most challenging moment - getting her back.

Due to the fact that the mission would be incredibly dangerous, getting permission to go on it required a lot of waiting and a lot of bureaucracy. So much waiting, in fact, that even Caitlyn, who was not prone to ignoring those things, unlike Vi or Jinx, decided to agree with the Enforcer's sister, and the two of them went a bit rogue.

They suited up, they equipped themselves, and got going. Utilizing stealth and relying on their ability to take out targets from afar, whilst also wielding ludicrous amounts of fire-power, thanks to a few modifications Jinx had made on their weaponry, the pair believed that it could get in, pull Vi out, and be done with it rather quickly, and that any threat that showed up would be vaporized by their incredible weaponry.

"The readings did not indicate that this place was…"

"What, Hell?" Jinx interrupted Caitlyn's observation as the two of them arrived on location. The desolate, empty space that surrounded them, the overwhelming presence of red, orange and brown, framed in a scarlet fog, was definitely a sight that left its viewer stunned, at least initially. "Face it, girlfriend, that's the logical answer. It's the only place that could keep fathands down!"

"Right…" muttered Caitlyn, rolling her eyes at Jinx' statement. The fact that they were working together, and that they had a common goal, did not mean that she liked the blue-haired, scrawny bimbo. In fact, over the time they had spent actively cooperating, the raven-haired Sheriff had grown more and more bothered by her unintended partner's modus operandi.

"It does not smell like sulfur, though, so it isn't really Hell Hell, more like… Some bargain bin hell, you know?" Jinx mused, looking around, finding the place far too desolate. There were a few bundles of ruin here and there, but aside from them there was nothing else that could be seen for at least two thirds of a mile away. Then again, anything further than roughly half of that was shrouded in fog, and only due to the fact that they had specialized spectacles in use did they get to see what was to be seen.

"Let's just get this over with," said the Sheriff, doing her best to ignore and, by doing so, pacify Jinx' propensity for excitement at the most improper things. She glanced at her wrist watch and was notified that an update had been made to the disguise database. "Did you get this?"

"What?" Jinx swiveled her head, looked at Caitlyn, then at the watch she was pointing at, then looked at her own. "Oh, yeah! A… New disguise? So fathands is disguised?"

"Maybe," replied Caitlyn, furrowing her brows as she took a gander at the disguise. It was very, very improper, and very, very inefficient at being a disguise, she wagered. "I know we're doing this off the record, but procedure calls for–"

"Fuck the procedure! I don't want to… Oh wait, this actually looks kinda cute!" Jinx took a gander at the disguise offered by her own gizmo, then a smile spread over her lips. "Well, you know, we wouldn't want to break protocol…"

"...Right."

"Right!" Exclaimed the blue-haired woman, fiddling with her watch. She then pressed the button that would activate the disguise. "Let's get dressed!"

Caitlyn, feeling as though seeing Jinx in her disguise would totally dissuade her from allowing herself to alter her guise, also pressed the button. The devices whirred quietly, enveloping them in a thin film of blue light, after which they were done.

Skin, largely exposed, with an altered color, appeared to glisten in the heat. Caitlyn was a dark shade of purple, whereas Jinx was a light pink that could pass off as bubblegum. Their outfits had been essentially stripped from them, with weird fishnets appearing in their place. The Sheriff had a large one-piece, covering her left leg, her torso, struggling with her round ass and massive tits, and culminating around her right arm. Her left upper limb and right lower limb were completely uncovered, with the exceptions of a set of cuffs that appeared to have been broken off at the chains.

In fact, her right hand and her left leg also had cuffs on them. There was a theme, clearly, and the Sheriff did not appreciate it all that much. Not only that, but aside from a flimsy skirt that billowed with the faintest gust of wind, and showed off the way the lewd, yellow mankini dug into her womanhood, she had a faint imitation of a… Well, a top, which only covered her shoulders. The elements on her deltoids were very lage, puffy, velvety spheres, whereas her neck was framed by a fancy collar, but aside from that her frame was left totally uncovered. Thankfully, she had no piercings - unlike Vi and Jinx - and so the suspenders component of her mankini actually obscured her nipples.

The Enforcer's sister, on the other hand, looked like she had just come out of a porno shoot. Well, not that Caitlyn looked any different, but there was something disheveled about Jinx. Horns protruding out of her head, sharp, elf-like ears, eyes that were completely unaltered - evidently, her piercing reddish-pink orbs were haunting enough as they were - and sporting nipple patches, a fishnet exclusively over her fat tits, just like a tube-top but without the slight modesty of that type of apparel. Her legs had fishnets over the thighs and knees, while her arms had fishnets over her biceps and elbows. Her feet were bare, and there were no accessories on them, while her hands had a pair of fingerless gloves on them.

"You look ridiculous," informed Caitlyn as she observed the Loose Canon, noting that the patch over her womanhood was smaller than those over her nipples. She also wondered if there was a patch over her asshole, or if her posterior was left bare.

"No, girlfriend, I look hot. YOU - you look ridiculous, yes," Jinx corrected, eyeing her companion up. Aside from the eyes that looked like glowing green orbs made of emerald, and the hair that had taken on a pitch-black color, rather than the bluish sheen normally present, Caitlyn had sprouted a pair of petite, curved horns that were more reminiscent of a ram's cranial protrusions than anything devilish.

"Whatever you say," conceded the Sheriff, navigating her cuff's interface and looking for Vi's signal. "Get your weapons ready and let's go."

And off they went, clad like a pair of whores. Fortunately, they did not wind up needing to kill anybody - as there were absolutely no entities on their way to the location whereupon they would find their target. That was problematic, though, because it implied that either a very powerful individual had captured Vi, which meant that they might wind up in trouble, or that the inhabitants of this Hell were preparing an ambush.

By the time they reached the large, relatively intact building from which the Enforcer's signal was emanating, the two of them had worked up a sweat. That, in and of itself, was not problematic. What Caitlyn considered problematic was the fact that she found herself glancing at Jinx more and more often, eyes seeking either her girlfriend's sister's fine ass, lingering on her thighs or being drawn by her breasts. There was also the matter of her lips, which looked so luscious, so perfect for…

For something that she should not have been thinking about. Thus, it was problematic, and she could find no reason that it was so other than the place they were currently trudging through. This Hell was definitely something, if that was the effect it had on those who traveled through it. She fought back the troublesome thoughts and noted that the building they were looking at had one proper entrance - which was unguarded and very central - as well as one auxiliary one, which was probably not intentional. It was a hole in one of the walls, decently high up and obviously difficult to reach, through which much could be seen.

"Jinx," said Caitlyn, her eyes darting from the gate, past the blue-haired woman's fat tits, though they lingered on them, and to the hole in the facade of the building. "I've got a plan."

"Of course you do, baker!" Exclaimed Jinx and laughed at her own joke, though the unimpressed expression on Caitlyn's face probably helped with the speed at which she ceased. "What is it?"

The two did not discuss. The Sheriff simply stated what she intended to do, then Jinx found the idea fitting, and they parted for the moment. Caitlyn headed for the side entrance, whereas the Loose Cannon picked out one of her guns - it looked as though Pow-Pow was the winner of whatever lottery had been drawn - and made ready to storm the main gate.

The Sheriff, thankful that her equipment was operational even with the disguise on, flipped her rifle in such a manner that it was hanging by its strap on her back, and started climbing the wall. Her hands and toes were coated in a nearly indiscernible layer of blue light, which allowed her to stick to the surface, and to climb up as if she had a solid hold, rather than there being sheer… Well, wall. She had to hurry, though, because Jinx could easily make a mistake.

As she popped her head from above the edge of the hole, she was surprised to see what resembled an oasis within the ruin. There was a pool of water, surrounded by greenery that even the finest gardeners back home would have to admit was impressive. What caught Caitlyn's attention, however, was a sight most grueling.

Vi, or what looked like Vi, but was almost different enough to clearly not be Vi, was laying on her back on a stone overgrown with moss, her gravid belly appearing to be either pregnant with so many children there was not even a word for it. Simultaneously, her breasts - which had already been the biggest Caitlyn had ever seen, but were now even bigger - were flailing about, spraying milk in every direction. Her face bore an expression of absolute bliss and satisfaction, and the demonic visage that had been granted her by her disguise gadget was alarmingly impressive, featuring runny makeup and very convincing… Well, everything.

What was even more alarming was the fact that there was a huge creature, no doubt a demon, horns protruding out of its ugly head, with arms thicker than Vi's waist, fucking her with a cock so thick it was easily as thick as his leg, and each of the entity's legs was easily girthier than both of Caitlyn's thighs together.

For a moment, the Sheriff was stunned, unable to really react. The demon was growling in pleasure, Vi was howling back. Their tongues, one absurdly longer than the other, were locked in a weird tangle, while that of the beastly creature was also swirling about the Enforcer's nipples. There was something captivating in that, and Caitlyn would have probably remained there, watching, for quite some time, if Jinx had not kicked down the door leading into the garden-esque chamber.

"Hands up and I'll shoot!" Exclaimed the Loose Canon, her gatling gun already whirring, ready to let loose a storm of bullets with just a slight amount of pressure on the trigger. The demon, who seemed incredibly surprised and also somewhat disappointed that he was getting interrupted, turned to regard Jinx.

"What the fuc–" was all he could manage before a bullet whirling through the air at ten times the speed of sound took half his head off. Caitlyn reloaded, the deafening crack of the rifle echoing not just through the chamber, but through the vast space outside of it. That did not matter, for they were going to be gone within the minute.

The now dead demon, his cock still hard as a rock, collapsed like a sack of potatoes, but instead of staying there, started dissipating, turning into ash that was taken up by a weird gust of wind and carried off somewhere. The Sheriff took note of that, but she was far more concerned with her beloved, and with getting her out of this mess.

"Damn, sis, I don't think fathands is the way to go anymore," mused Jinx, leaning on her knees and looking at her bulbous sibling. The sight was definitely something absolutely astonishing, in a more unpleasant than pleasant manner, due to the fact that… Well, Vi was clearly pregnant with demonic children.

"Why'd you do that?" asked the Enforcer, seemingly completely unbothered by the jab presented by her sister. If anything, she seemed incredibly disappointed by the fact that the violent fucking she had been subject to had ceased.

"We're getting you out, Vi…" replied Caitlyn as she drew close enough to feel comfortable just talking. Her beloved turned her head and raised an eyebrow, as if that notion had not occurred to her in a very long time.

"But… Why?" she doubled down, one hand reaching for her nipple and beginning a process of tugging on it roughly. "It's not like I want that."

"What are you saying?" asked the Sheriff, feeling a pang of concern. Sure, the effects of Hell could have addled her mind to the point of enjoying this horrid copulation, but to make her totally forget her past life, or to even desire her present predicament rather than what she previously had? "Vi, are you okay?"

"I was, until you killed the fuck out of my stud!" Exclaimed the light-purple skinned woman, lowering her free hand to her nethers. Her expression was filled with an overwhelming amount of vexation as she started rubbing her clit from under her gravid belly. "Now I gotta wait for the next one…"

"Woah, and here I thought the tales of you being a slut were just rumors, fat-tits!" Jokingly observed Jinx, giggling at her own joke. However, Caitlyn did not find any of this funny. In fact, what had been said by the Enforcer worried her greatly.

"Next one?" she echoed the last two words spoken by Vi. "What do you mean by that?"

"Ciimen couldn't go without stopping, so he called friends over," explained the pregnant woman, licking her lips as if she was starting to feel good. The copious amounts of cum leaking out of her womanhood and painting the insides of her legs white were unnerving enough without her actively, in a sense, playing with it. "I think Nasus was–"

"Jinx!" Shouted Caitlyn, grabbing her rifle and aiming it at the doors through which the addressed woman had entered. A terrible, terrible feeling came over her. "Get us out of here, now!"

"Wha– no need to shout at me, jeez!" Exclaimed the Loose Canon and reached for her waist, but it was too late.

Just as she finished her statement, the door opened. Caitlyn did not need to train the shot at the target to be able to fire, and so she let loose another round. The rifle roared, the bullet whizzed through the air at speeds nearly imperceptible for the human eye, and the newcomer should have been dead.

Instead, the strange cane held in his hands was twirled with such impossible agility and swiftness that not only did it exceed that of the projectile barreling towards him, it also swatted it like a fly, sending it into the wall.

Caitlyn was already reloading as soon as she had let loose her first shot, but she did not get enough time to fire off a second one.

The demon who had come was of a completely different level than the one whom Vi had called Ciimen. This one was not just tall and broad, but there was a frightening glint of intelligence and pure malice in his eyes. He was titanic, at least three feet taller than Caitlyn, and resembled a human but with the head of a jackal, his body - largely bare, with the exception of a pair of armored pants and a kilt that reached below his knees - covered in a well groomed layer of fur that resembled a gradient from red, through orange to yellow, with the only truly yellow patch being the center of his chest.

"Writhe!" Ordered the demon, his voice booming with unnatural power, and all three of the women before him were compelled to do as he had demanded. However, rather than them writhing in agony or submission, they started doing so in a violent, frenzied attempt to pleasure themselves.

Vi simply increased the pace and intensity of her already ongoing masturbatory action. Jinx succumbed, falling to the ground and pushing her nethers up, hands grasping her pussy as her back arched and her knees buckled. Caitlyn managed to withstand the urge to collapse into a heap of 'lustful slut', but so great was the effort that she could not move an inch of her body.

"Well, well, well… What do we have here?" he asked, voice smooth and even bearing some measure of… Appeal. That note of intelligence, which appeared, shimmering in his eyes, was even more pronounced in his speech. Refined, almost perfect pronunciation of words. "I expected one wench, but instead I find three…"

Neither of those present, aside from him, could respond. Vi and Jinx were too busy finger blasting themselves into a sequence of orgasms, whereas Caitlyn was gritting her teeth and balling up her fists with such intense strength that her knuckles went white. She felt an overwhelming amount of dread wash over her, as the idea of what was going to happen hatched within her mind.

"Well, three is better than one, and all of you look reasonably suitable…" he mused, evidently a fan of his own voice - or of the situation in which he had found himself. Regardless, he started walking towards them, leaving his cane, which was more akin to a staff with an element that was reminiscent of a spear's tip, to float in the air beside him.

He went on to pull on the waistband of his kilt, which was actually more reminiscent of the front and back of a tabard, sliding it to the side so that it draped over his legs, rather than his rear and his nethers. By doing so, he unveiled a massive set of testicles, hanging heavily in a saggy scrotum. They were easily as big as a pair of melons, and they were exceedingly shapely - or, rather, his ballsack was very thin, even if covered in a thin layer of dark red, almost black, fur.

On top of that, he also had a very peculiar penis situation, with three sheaths aligned so that there were two at the base and one in between, slightly above them. Caitlyn had heard of beings with two penises, but three? That was just taking a piss.

"Come, whores!" Again, Nasus commanded, and the two who had fallen prey to his spell were compelled to act. The Sheriff felt herself making a step forward, but it was a shaky, uncertain step, which, with enough power of will, did not repeat itself. However, that did not make things any less difficult, as the intense effort required to keep herself from just doing as he had spoken was starting to wear her down.

Jinx was the first to get to him, and she did not even make the effort of standing up, instead crawling up to him and kneeling at his feet. Vi, still as strong as ever, pushed herself up and, holding her gravid belly with her hands, wobbled over to the demon, kneeling next to her sister.

"You know what to do… But let the newcomer show me what she's capable of…" the demon instructed, then turned to regard Caitlyn, with a malicious glint of curiosity in his eye. "While we see how long you last, bitch!"

She shuddered as he said that, but her eyes were almost immediately redirected to the other two women. Jinx had shimmied even closer, winding up right between the jackal-man's legs, her face practically an inch away from his balls. Her hands reached up and grabbed the massive testicles, fingers seemingly sinking into the soft fur and even softer flesh.

"Wow, doggie, you sure love your balls…" quipped the blue-haired woman as she put in titanic amounts of effort into pushing his nuts up and down, making them swing about like a pendulum and burying her face in them. She had totally succumbed not only to his spell, but also to Hell's corrupting influence, rendering her nothing more than a bitch in heat. Still, she maintained some of her faculties, insofar as she was still a pain in the behind. "I get it, they're real nice!"

Nasus was looking down at her with a profound amount of confusion on his face as the woman's tongue made its way out of her mouth and she started licking his testicles while moving upwards along his nutsack. She raised her hands and started massaging the two lower sheaths, prodding at them, squeezing them gently, goading whatever cocks were hidden within to come out.

Vi was watching intently, as if she wanted to be the one handling the jackal-man's gonads and members. Caitlyn, on the other hand, desperately wanted to look away, but her gaze was completely transfixed on the sight. Thoughts of such a lecherous nature were making their way into her mind that she could barely keep herself from walking over to the demon and slobbering over his testicles, or from jamming her fingers into her leaky cunt.

Her nipples were hard, she had totally soaked her clothes - what little of them she had - and she was so ready and raring to go that she had to dedicate the entirety of her being to withstanding the pull of the spell and the influence of Hell… But it was a losing battle.

Jinx had managed to climb up past the demon's colossal testicles, her tits pushing against them, nipples poking at them and providing a particular stimulus to both her and Nasus. Her tongue, swirling about in what could only be described as a frenzy, was jamming itself into the sheathes, further amplifying the barrage of pleasure she was subjecting the jackal-man to. Whereas Caitlyn would have expected the demon to immediately get hard, he was taking his time - she could see red protrusions making their way out of the slits, growing bigger with regular pulsations that appeared powerful enough to make the entirety of Nasus' body shudder.

Her mouth started watering. Vi could not stand idly by anymore and pushed herself forward, her hands taking hold of the demon's balls and her face buried itself in the rightmost sheath, leaving only two for Jinx to operate on without having to contend with her sister. However, instead of dividing and conquering, the blue-haired woman joined the pregnant demon-bitch, and the two of them started violently slobbering over that particular sheath and its slowly emerging red blossom.

"Indeed," stated Nasus, whose harsh expression had softened a bit, "those are capable whores. Do you not want to show me that you, too, can please a lord of Hell?"

That last bit was directed at Caitlyn, and she almost nodded, but managed to stop herself. Even so, that was all she could muster. It was becoming increasingly difficult to withstand his command, her feet doing their damndest to drag her over to him, her toes curling and dragging her forward inch by inch at a time, in a fashion more reminiscent of a caterpillar crawling than a person walking. Even so, at this point she could only postpone her joining of the lustful ordeal before her.

His cocks were getting bloated and sliding out of their sheathes at a very steady rate. They were long, sharp things, ending with pointed tips adorned with urethras that were leaking almost as soon as the pepper-esque members started resembling canine dongs… But what was more alarming was that they just did not stop growing. They throbbed, and each throb brought an increase in their size.

The two sluts going at them started busying themselves with the lower members, tongues slathering the bulging lengths in saliva, giving them a sheen that only made the fat cocks look more appetizing. Veins ran over the jackal-man's dicks, making them even more appealing in appearance, and Caitlyn could almost swear that she discerned the bursts of blood getting funneled into his schlongs with each of his heartbeats, which appeared slow and powerful.

Each of his cocks was huge, easily longer than her forearms, or even her shins, and yet they did not seem intent on ceasing their growth. The sheathes were agape, spread open by the massive bases of these grotesque members, which appeared to swell intensely at those particular points. That was when she realized that these were the knots.

"Mmmhm…" moaned Jinx as she kissed, licked, sucked and jerked his leftmost dick with great gusto. "I really like your red rockets!"

"How about that, slut?" asked Nasus, lightly thrusting his hips forward, causing his one unattended schlong to wobble enticingly. It was so big, so bulbous, its flesh was so taut that it almost seemed to reflect the light in the garden. Caitlyn's pussy ached out of desire to be ravaged by that big fucking cock. "Want to join your friends now?"

She gulped the saliva pooling in her mouth, her legs carrying her towards him. The scent emanating from his strong body, the sounds of lewd appreciation made by Jinx and Vi, the size of his schlongs, their weight, the fire burning between her legs - she could not hold it any longer.

"You might need a bit more convincing… What a naughty bitch you are," mused the jackal-man, lowering his hand and laying it over Jinx' head. "Come, whore, you will show her the pleasures that can be experienced if one succumbs to me…"

"About time!" Exclaimed the blue-haired woman, almost jumping up. Her breasts jiggled enticingly, her nipples having become so hard that the pasties were almost entirely ineffectual. The one between her legs had fallen off, courtesy of the stream of girl juice leaking out of her pussy.

The demon grabbed her by the waist and raised her up, almost as if she was an actual toy for him to play with. Truthfully, the state of affairs was probably exactly the same, and yet the sight featured something unnerving in it, as well as something unbelievably arousing. Perhaps what bothered Caitlyn was that it was not her waist that was held, and it was not her labia that was being parted by the sharp tip of the canine cock?

"OOooh, it's so hot!" Moaned Jinx as his member easily slid into her pussy, its shape allowing for gradual penetration that would lead into a smooth transition from thin to thick. Caitlyn licked her lips as she stared at the Loose Canon's cunt getting parted by the throbbing dog-dick, her legs straightened and feet resting on the demon's thighs.

"You!" Nasus addressed Vi, who was serenely enjoying one of his cocks. She looked up at him, almost bothered by the fact that he had stopped her from getting what she wanted. "Go and bring your friend over… Maybe warm her up a bit."

"Sure," the gravid woman muttered as got up with a bit of a heave. As she turned around and looked at Caitlyn, the disappointment on her face was replaced with excitement. "Nice outfit, babe!"

Her exclamation was followed by her walking over to the Sheriff and taking hold of the mankini's string, pulling it towards herself. Caitlyn let out a moan, as the losing battle was rapidly approaching a complete rout.

"You look hotter than ever, you know that?" inquired the Enforcer, her body pushing against the Sheriff and rubbing against it. The sensation of her skin, which Caitlyn had sorely missed, was the straw that broke the camel's back. The dark-haired woman leaned towards Vi, their foreheads knocking against one another. "Oh, and that look in your eye–"

The pregnant woman could not finish as her lover's lips clasped over her own. They embraced, hands holding each other's faces in a gentle, passionate kiss. Tongues swirling about one another in a lewd dance, they remained like that for a bit.

Meanwhile, Nasus kept sliding Jinx onto his cock. At one point he felt a bit of resistance, but a thrust overcame the Loose Canon's cervix. The pussy was good, and it was squeezing very, very tightly - it was clear that the blue-haired woman really wanted to fuck, maybe more-so than his spell would suggest.

"Sluts, come!" He commanded, observing the bulge in Jinx' stomach growing. The powers of Hell always were a sight to behold, and the pleasure they brought was immense. His knots had almost fully emerged, and the demon was starting to feel the desire to shove them inside a warm, wet hole.

Vi and Caitlyn broke their kiss off, strings of saliva remaining between their mouths as they breathed frantically. Their cheeks were flushed with excitement, their cunts - leaking girl juice. The two of them, holding one another's hands, made their way to the colossal jackal-man, whose schlongs seemed more engorged than before, and appeared even bigger.

"You, at my feet!" Instructed Nasus, and Vi kneeled before him. Almost immediately, she took hold of his ballsack and started massaging it, the heavy gonads within chuning cum so intensely that the vibrations could be felt through his scrotum. "And you…"

He did not finish his statement. Instead, he just took hold of Caitlyn by the waist, which prompted her to let out a gasp. Without any ceremony, he started sliding her onto one of his free cocks, and she could not stop herself. Throwing her head rearwards, arching her back as much as she could, the Sheriff let out a piercing moan as she reached her ejaculation. It was as if she had been edging herself for the entirety of her stay here, and now that she was finally allowed to feel the immensity of the relief provided by actually obeying the orders given by the demon, the floodgates had been opened.

Jinx, not wanting to miss out on the fun, even though she had already had a couple of orgasms, decided to take matters into her own hands and looped her arms around the jackal-man's neck. She shifted her position a bit, to which he let go of her and looked at her with piqued interest. Upon completing her adjustment, the Loose Canon was ready to go, and so she started riding his cock, which prompted a gasp to make its way past his lips.

"Good…" Nasus approvingly said, as the slightly crazy blue-haired bimbo picked up the pace, using her strength, her weight and the position she had to skewer herself onto his massive schlong with as much power as possible, taking all of it safe for the gargantuan knot.

Caitlyn, still reeling from her orgasm, felt Vi's hands grasping her pillowy rear and parting her cheeks. With as much cock as she had inside of herself at this moment, she was not ready for any buttstuff, but the Enforcer had another idea. Her face buried itself in the Sheriff's rear, her tongue darted for her donut and penetrated it.

She grit her teeth as pleasure washed over her, while Nasus started pushing his dog-dick into her cunt with more urgency. The Sheriff's face was distorted by an expression of bliss, a smile quite unlike what would be considered usual and even proper for her spreading over her visage.

"Tend to my member, whore!" Demanded the demon as he started thrusting. Vi obeyed, though she felt more than a little jealous of her lover and sister for getting cock in their cunts, whereas she was relegated to only sucking. Regardless, she got to work, her mouth sliding over the sides of the jackal-man's colossal schlong.

Jinx' lithe frame was doubled over, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, her tongue flailing about wildly as she was fucking herself with Nasus's massive member, and the demon was adding more power to each strike by thrusting in unison with her movements. In addition to that, the fact that the throbbing of his cocks had grown more rapid did bode very well for the near future.

Caitlyn was hopelessly holding onto the lord of Hell's arm, looking down at the bulge in her stomach, which was poking at the underside of her fat titties, feeling something unlike anything before. It was concern, because this was definitely not how the human body should have worked, yet at the same time such immense arousal at the fact that it was, regardless of biology, just working that way. The sensation of his veins rubbing against her inner folds, the way it was like a spear ramming against her womb, knocking the air out of her lungs yet only heightening the euphoric state of being she was in - it was all almost too much.

Vi's hands were skillfully rubbing the tip of the doggy-dick, while her mouth was tending to the knot, particularly the area right between it and the sheath. She could tell that he was about to blow relatively soon, thanks to the frantic thrusts, the wobbling of his heavy testicles, their occasional jolts, and the slight swelling of his cock. Oh, how she wanted to get knotted herself!

Grabbing the two sluts by their waists, gritting his teeth and narrowing his eyes, Nasus started actually fucking them. Caitlyn started cumming as soon as the intensity of the ordeal increased, whereas Jinx felt something even better approaching, and started hooting and hollering in enjoyment. She kept trying to move with the demon, to lend even more power to his thrusts, but as she started realizing that the pummeling her cunt was receiving grew more and more severe, she just could not keep up.

"Good, good!" Exclaimed Nasus, his schlongs stiffening even more. Vi pulled back, knowing what was to follow, and put her hands, palms pointed upwards, over her chest. Her mouth opened, her eyes almost closed, but remained barely open, because she wanted to see it.

Then, the beastly cocks were rammed with impossible strength into Caitlyn and Jinx. The Loose Canon threw her head back and squirted violently, splattering Nasus' chest with her girl-cum. Caitlyn, who was already in the throes of orgasm, found her ecstasy renewed. Those humongous knots had managed to barge into their pussies, making them so weak in the legs that both of them almost went limp in the demon's hands.

He growled, groaned and ultimately howled as his balls clenched violently. His knots, distending the stomachs of his sluts to such an extent that, if the bulges caused by the rest of his cocks were ignored, they would appear quite pregnant, swelled even more.

And then cum erupted from his three urethras. One blasting wildly at nothing, with Vi opening her mouth as wide as possible to catch the thick, gooey ropes of jizz that started pelting her. The other two deposited gallons of immensely potent seed inside of the two whores skewered on his schlongs. Once, twice, thrice - he fired off rope after rope, the obscene amount of cum splashing with a loud, lewd sound over the pregnant Enforcer, painting her white.

Caitlyn and Jinx ran out of room, even if the massive knots in their pussies were clogging them up, and so spunk started making its way out of their cunts, leaking down onto the demon's legs, balls and the grass he stood on.

Neither of the three could tell how long the orgasm of the lord of Hell lasted, but it was very long and very intense. Vi, cum-drunk and unbearably needy, wound up climaxing from the very force at which Nasus' jizz had splashed into her mouth, so she also failed at being a timekeeper. Regardless, after he was done, the two bloated bitches remained on his cocks, moaning and mewling in bliss. So swollen were his knots that he had to wait a bit for them to recede, otherwise there was no removing any wench off of his member.

Not that the two currently mounting him had any desire or intention to leave…

"So be it, then. We could do with a second round," spoke, largely to himself, Nasus. He looked down at Vi, covered in his cum, her tits leaking copious amounts of milk, and thought to himself that he would not be opposed to having a fat nipple in his mouth. "You can join in now, wench."

With that, he waved his hand, resulting in an invisible force wrapping around the gravid woman, gently lifting her up and positioning her over his one vacant cock. She moaned as her anus was forced open by his turgid member, and he groaned in pleasure as the heightened sensitivity from his recent ejaculation made it feel a lot tighter.

"There, now that you're on your thrones…" he said to her, as he snapped his fingers twice, which prompted unseen forces to envelop Jinx and Caitlyn, who were still reeling from the intensity of their orgasms, and started moving them up and down along his shafts. The three of them were getting fucked quite nicely, and Nasus made another decision. "...I should be seated on mine."

Months passed after that. Vi, now joined by her dear sister Jinx, and her beloved Caitlyn, was a fully fledged demonic broodmother, and she loved every second of it. Even giving birth to litters of demon babies was pleasurable, and the countless cocks that fucked her were becoming better and better. The other two had gladly become broodmothers alongside her, and they took great pleasure in being bred by the denizens of Hell.

So good it felt that they were absolutely convinced, from the moment that Nasus suggested it, to spread the joy to other time-sluts. Thus, they had started sending distress signals, pretending to be in need of help and rescuing, intent on luring other members of the Pulsefire Company to Hell, where they would be overpowered and turned into demon cumdumps, to experience the ecstasy of being such.

That was definitely not what Vi had been hoping to achieve with the maneuver she had attempted, but all's well that ends well…