2023-10-28 03:50:07The girl calmed down to collect her thoughts. Besides the creatures stinking breath, she could feel something else on her lower back. It felt long and moved as if a limb would. Curious, she moved it towards her and gasped seeing a flesh tail with an arrow-like end.
"Now squeeze your ass," the creature grunted moving behind her.
Exhaling furious, she moved her newly discovered tail around his member. The pig creature tried to free himself but could not unwrap himself from the flesh colored tail. Her hold over him was so strong, the creature was basically stuck. He puffed and moaned, confused and aroused.
"Where am I?" she said.
"Ha! If you don't know then why should I tell you?" the creature squeaked.
"Is this the bad place? What circle am I in?"
The hog demon laughed. "You humans, and your circles! You don't know the first thing about this place, do you?"
His snickering, made her skin crawl. Her tail squeezed around him even tighter, with the pointy part pressed into his groins. The creature's legs turned into mush.
"Let me go! Now!" she commanded.
"Okay," he uttered, blushing. Pulling the hook out, she could finally move both her hands. Finally, she let him go. Carefully prompting herself up, the girl yelped as her tender bottom touched the hard surface. The creature stood dazed and flushed, with his tongue out. He thrust himself towards her with an open mouth.
The woman impulsively clenched her left hand into a fist and swiftly punched him in the face. His entire body bounced back. The severity of the blow nearly caused the hog man's head to crack the wall behind him.
"At least that spell worked," she thought, looking at her hand amazed. The room was small, resembling the back part of a deli shop. It felt like a place a deranged butcher would feel at home. She gulped seeing sharp torture devices scattered around the low shelves. There were even a few medieval weapons lying around.
A loud moan made her flinch. The creature was gaining consciousness. He rubbed his head muttering. The girl tapped the surface behind her and felt the deformed hook.
The hog demon outstretched his arms and charged towards her furious. The terrified girl flung the hook, managing to hit him in the throat. Blood gushed from his wound. The creature let out a horrific shriek as he smashed into his things. His blood splattered over everything.
She quickly jumped and grabbed a spiky mace. With all her strength, she hit the back of his head and knocked him on the table. The creature laid still.
Breathing heavily, she observed her attacker, amazed by her strength and good luck. The sharp end of the hook stuck out of his wounded neck. Fearing another attack, she quickly searched for a weapon. Finding a mace, she held it up and hit the hook, nailing the creature to the surface.
There was silence.
Trembling, she looked around. Behind the door was a small corridor with another larger room. The woman in the blood-soaked dress carefully walked in and noticed a mirror. The person staring back at her was tall and curvy. She had long straight hair and large deer-like eyes. Her puffy mouth covered her long sharp fangs.
"Is this me?" the woman frowned. Her protruding chest and strong ass and thighs reminded her of the girls in pop-up adds that kept appearig on her computer. Her skin was flavless and features beautiful but she did not like the low forehead. Her eyebrows were not nearly as prominent as her earthly ones. Back when she was alive, she could make a person stop talking with only a glance.
"I look like a bimbo," she thought, disappointed. Letting out a deep sigh, the girl carefully entered the second room. Like the first, this one was filled with all sorts of knickknacks. There were some weapons, plates and things made of leather, including clothes. She searched around, noticing a leather crop-top and pants. A pair of boots with high heels caught her eye. The girl quickly changed.
"Not my first choice, but beggars can't be choosers", she mumbled to herself holding up a boot with a thick high heel. By accident, the heel clicked open, revealing a long metal spike hidden inside.
"This can be useful," she said to herself.
A snort came from the other room, making her flinch.
"Oh rats, how is he still alive?" she thought, grasping her loot tight.
"Girl? Girl? Where are you?" the creature grunted weak.
She stayed quiet, hiding behind the door with her spiked shoe in hand.
He struggled to free himself for a while. His arms and legs moved around desperately but all his efforts were futile. The hook was nailed tight over his neck vertabrae, causing him great pain with each move.
"Girl... Don't go. Stay with me. I can take care of you. I can give you everything you want," he said softly.
Her face distorted, disgusted by the notion. "No, thanks. I'll take my luck outside," she said.
"And where do you think you can go? You know nothing of this place," he asked, snickering.
She took a small peek outside. Even a glance was enough to make her shiver, How can such an awful place even exist? And why was she there?
The girl carefully walked back. The hog demon was still stuck in the same spot.
"You're back", he grunted happy. "Does this mean, you'll stay with me?"
She observed him with pity. "Not exactly," she said walking around the table. Looking at the removable heel, she glanced at the creature's but. His leather pants were still around his ankles.
"What I need from you is information."
The creature's breath was heavy, yet he still scoffed. "I'm not telling you anything. That way you will leave me," he grunted.
She took the heel and jammed it hard into his rear end. The creature squealed from delight.
"How about now?" she said determined. "Are you willing to cooperate?" The creature snorted in affirmation.
"Good," she smiled pleased. "Now, tell me everything you know."
Some time later, the frowning girl searched the cupboard in what resembled a kitchen. On it were a few crusty cans, some entrails on a plate and a jar of human eyes.
"Is there anything else to eat around here?" she addressed her 'host', annoyed.
The hog demon coughed out saliva, trying to laugh. He was still nailed to the table. His body was drooping from the side, like jelly, too weak to move.
"You want some gourmet stuff, huh? You can always eat meat?" he snickered.
"Are there any animals here?"
Her trapped attacker grunted with a menacing smirk. "No."
The girl's lip scrunched to her nose. She watched the three reused cans and lifted their lids again. The slimy pink bodies of the still living creatures made her gag.
"No animals. No children. No water. No resources. Just maggots and us sinners in eternal damnation," he muttered to no one in particular.
The girl sighed, closed one can and placed it in a leather bag. She had packed all the essentials. The only thing left was a reliable weapon.
Going back to the small room, the pig demon jerked excited. "Are you going to feed me?"
"What for? It's not like you can die," she said, avoiding the pond of blood on the floor.
"Please, I'm so hungry," he squealed. "It's like my stomach is clawing me from the inside."
She looked at him, thinking. The sight of his miserable state, filled her with pity. She looked down at her newly aquired shoes.
"Alright," she said, taking a maggot from the can and placing it near his snout. He inhaled it, grunting as he chewed. Moving away, he tried to grab her ass. Flinching, she moved, yelling, "Seriously?"
The pig squealed, almost passing out from exhaustion.
"Please, just once. I'm horny," he sang as the tone of his voice immediately changed.
"And that's the reason, I'm not letting you out of there!" she said mad.
"I won't do it again, I promise."
Shacking her head, the girl observed his weapon collection. "I'm taking the mace with me..." she said passing the table to get some more tools.
"Why? Don't tell me you're leaving?"
"Alright, I'm not telling you that," she said calmly putting more things into the bag.
"What about me? Oh, please take me with you, I'll behave," he stuttered.
"No."
"Why not?" the pig creature squealed.
She turned towards him with a cold stare. Moving closer, the girl leaned to whisper into his flabby ear, "Because you can't be trusted."
The hog's hands flew towards her. An attack she was ready to avoid.
"See what I mean?" she said calmly and stepped in the hallway to check herself in the mirror. There was little she could do but wipe the congested blood off her face. Perhaps the lack of showers would help her fit in with the environment.
As she walked, she could hear the creature squirm. "Please! I'm sorry. Are you going to the city? I can help you there. I know all the best spots… I have many friends in high places. I can… I can be your pimp! We'll make a fortune. Yeah! That's right!"
With her hand on the door, she could hear him pleaded one more time, "At least tell me your name?"
The girl turned her head, exhaling. Feeling guilty, she looked down at the doorknob and sighed.
"It's Cassandra," she said and walked away, closing the door shut.
"Don't go... I'm lonely," was the last thing she heard, stepping away from the small shack. The sight made her face alter into a grimace.
In the time Cassandra stayed inside, she had learned a few things about how this place functions. But nothing could prepare her for the horrific sigh unveiling before her.
Heaps and heaps of bones and rotting meat laid over scorched earth. The stench of shit and decay spread from all sides. Some garbage piles were burning, adding the aroma of scorched flesh to the mix. An occasional boulder and volcanic rocks could be seen, along with a few steep cliffs hanging over melting lava. A little further stood a city, with tall dark towers arching above the wasteland.
Cassandra pressed her nose and covered herself with a dark patched cloak, which, for this occasion, provided a good camouflage. A far away scream, caused her to look up. A man was falling. She could distinguish the striped pattern of his pajamas. He must have died in bed, much like her. Another one was falling, this one younger. His hair was black, along with his shirt and tight jeans. He was probably no older than 20.
Observing for what felt five minutes, she thought hard about her current situation. "That's funny," she squinted, counting on her fingers. "Let's see. I have been conscious for more than a day now. It is hard to tell with no sun around. And ever since then, this is the first time I hear someone falling from the real world. I thought there would be more."
Standing still with her gaze fixated on the ground, she swallowed a bitter ball forming in the back of her throat. Still, pressing her fingers with long hard nails that resembled claws, her eyes began to water. Her hand clenched into a fist, driving the nails into her flesh. "Was I truly deserving of this? I..."
Her knees felt weak. She fell to the ground, sobbing. "Why? Why was I sent here?" she clenched her teeth, hitting the filth beneath her. "What did I do that deserved such a punishment?" she thought as tears sled down her cheeks. "I was not that bad. Right? I mean, apart from... But doesn't what I..."
Distant grunting, pulled her back to reality. The devilish looking woman quickly hid placing the hood over her head. Squatting next to a somewhat secluded pile of bones, she held her mace tight.
Bones crackled under heavy footsteps of the nearby creatures. She peeped through the tiny whole in the bones and gasped seeing two pig-looking demons. They were stronger and larger than the one who took her prisoner. One of them lifted his snout, sniffing the air. Her body jerked seeing him turn towards her, even more when he stomped closer.
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