Chains of Judgement - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The master was only too eager to comply. He officially announced the second round while grumbling work crews dragged away the multitude of mutilated and broken bodies. Busty serving girls handed out complementary drinks laced with sedatives to calm the bloodthirsty crowd. Cautiously, the band began playing again despite the fact that their lead drummer had been eaten alive by a hellish abomination.

The tainted arrow screeched as the rusty metal began to move. Around and around it went, each spin sounding progressively worse like the dying wails of a wounded soldier until it finally indicated Derek Harcourt as the initiator with the lovely Jezebeth as his opponent. The succubus seemed positively thrilled at this development and leaned across the table to blow her imminent victim a kiss.

"How lovely," she said. "We are destined to be together, my dear Derek. No mortal vessel has ever rejected my charms."

"Then I shall be the first," Derek declared without the slightest hint of doubt. His gilded cards were decorated with the most elaborate portraits of various younger females from many races and creeds. Treating them as tenderly as a lover, he plucked one out and placed it upon the table.

"While you may twist men around your little finger, women beg to enter my bedchamber."

Jezebeth pursed her lips together. "We shall see. Regardless, I intend to make it an enjoyable experience, my heroic deliverer."

Derek snorted at the sheer arrogance of this glorified prostitute. The chosen agents of Celestia and the underworld always considered themselves untouchable by the filthy common mortals that struggled underneath their contemptuous gazes. Well, Derek himself had put enough of them to the sword to know matters a little differently.

"I bet five coins," he said confidently. "Grab the beast by the throat, I've always said."

The Blackened Hand was awash with loud gasps, stupefied awe and not a small amount of praying to various dark gods and deities. This was certainly not what the onlookers had expected but was nevertheless most welcome. Likewise, the demonic beauty Jezebeth looked quite surprised but only for the mere briefest of moments. Cocking her head to one side as if examining an insect, the succubus smiled at such foolishness.

"My, my," Jezebeth tutted, her amber eyes beaming. "I usually have to provide at least some entertainment before damnation." She shrugged, the simple jiggling of her crimson cleavage enough to send the closest patrons into frothing madmen.

"You can entertained the masses," Derek said politely. "I hear that the church is willing to pay good coin for religious sacrifices. Hell, I'll probably just donate you for free. How does burning at the stake sound?"

"Well," Jezebeth said, "I do so enjoy getting myself hot and steamy while bathing in the orange seas of hell."

Running her slender hands across glistening blood-red skin, Jezebeth continued while onlookers imagined every single sordid, forbidden detail.

"Why, even the supreme beings blush at some of my more extreme tastes. You'll enjoy it there Derek, I'll guarantee it."

"I think not, demon." Then, turning to the crowd, Derek loudly proclaimed "Well denizens of Demonmore? Should I let this shameless wrench throw her weight around like she owns the place or should I perhaps demonstrate the fortitude and resilience that makes this city great?"

The assembled crowd exploded into an almost deafening cacophony of celebration. Leather boots hammered against the wooden floorboards while maidens fair or otherwise kicked and shoved each other in their eagerness to catch the famous hero's notice. The place had been ignited, set aflame by an idea, one simple idea that represented so much. That the all-powerful agents of heaven and hell could be denied.

Those few otherworldly beings in attendance chuckled to themselves as they enjoyed the show. They had seen it a thousand times before but they didn't particularly mind one mortal's arrogance. After all, everyone liked an underdog and their were plenty of ambitious demons that would simply love to see Jezebeth fall from grace.

The crowd hushed as Derek held up one powerful hand adorned with priceless, glittering rings. "Well, lets not keep the crowd waiting any further. I'm sure they're all as eager to shut you up as I am, Jezebeth."

The gaming table was obscured by blue light as Derek summoned a mirror of impossible perfection. The Blackened Hand was bathed in blue luminescence. Inside, a raven haired woman yawned as if awaking from a deep, unending sleep. The maiden appeared no older than sixteen but looked still younger.

She wore a simple, white skimpy nightdress that hugged her frail looking body. As she looked up for the first time, Vylania could see how overwhelming this despicable house of sin was to her innocent blue eyes. This vulnerable soul had no doubt been mistreated and tricked by the so-called hero. A delicate flower plucked and thrown away.

"Ah, Veronica!" Derek said warmly. "How lovely it is to see you again after all these long, lonely years."

The bewildered girl looked around at the familiar voice, a single heartfelt tear rolling down one cheek. "Derek...is that...you?" she asked sombrely.

"Yes, indeed it is," Derek said encouragingly as his infernal amulet began to influence her memories. "Your knight in shining armour has returned at long last. How wonderful it is to see you again, my darling Veronica."

"How touching," sneered Jezebeth from across the table. "And such an innocent, frail looking creature. I wouldn't have guessed that you liked them so young and impressionable, my shining knight."

Many male observers jeered at the girl's obvious discomfort. Hands slapped against wooden tables and strong smelling ale sloshed merrily across the floor. Derek smiled and soaked up all the praises like a sponge. They were all complementing his conquest, his possession. While all the attention was focused on the girl, a black-clad necromancer pulled away a few of the fallen bodies for his unspeakable research.

"Veronica, look at me," Derek commanded, the amulet burning hotly against his chest. "Yes, that's right, look only at me. Do you remember those sleepless nights we spent together underneath the frozen waterfalls of Nelsmelle? How we huddled together to preserve what little warmth and sanity remained to us? After your family had been murdered I took you under my protective wing, much like my very own daughter. Well, now I need your help, Veronica."

The girl, so terrified before, seemed to find courage in those words and stood up just a little straighter. Perhaps it was the soothing words or the amulet or even both, but whatever the reason, Veronica wasn't tremblingly quite so much as before. She even managed a slight smile as she focused all her attentions on the comforting sight of her deceitful saviour.

Jezebeth laughed mirthfully, so hard in fact that the succubus doubled over the table which afforded many with a delicious view of her shapely buttocks. Her black tail twitched with every chuckle. All the males that witnessed the display stiffened with hungry, longing stares.

"Oh, please forgive my rudeness," she breathed, her breasts heaving against the gaming table. "It's just that I never expected something so... pathetically romantic. If I didn't know any better, I'd almost have believed such drivel."

"Ignore the demon, my lovely Veronica. She only seeks to deceive and twist your pure heart but do not worry, for I am here to save your soul once again."

Everyone watched on eagerly as Jezebeth stood up out of her chair and stretched every inch of her sexy, lithe body. She looked like a blood-red exotic dancer straight out of a dream - or nightmare depending on your viewpoint. She grinned and climbed up onto the table, entirely conscious of the bewitching effect that she was having on the patrons of the Blackened Hand who gaped at her with maddening lecherous stares.

Vylania narrowed her eyes as she watched the demon carefully for any sighs of treachery or fowl-play. The creatures of hell were hardly known for following the rules even at the best of times. The High Justice bristled as she noticed that her honour guard, the Demonmore elite were all sporting raging erections which pocked out very noticeably from their breeches.

Standing as still as statues, the condemned men all suddenly found something much more important to look at rather than meet their master's disappointed, potentially life-threatening gaze. Lucille just hummed a twisted lullaby to herself, seemingly without a care in the world. Dark energies hung around her like a shroud of death.

"Please, Veronica," Derek beseeched so convincingly that he almost fooled himself. While his words were earnest, his eyes were stone cold as his magical amulet worked its bewitching charms over the poor orphan. Naive little things like her were a dime a dozen to such a famous adventurer like him. "The foulness of a succubus is simply incapable of touching such an innocent, devote maiden of the light. Place your trust in me once again and I'll see you through this, I swear it."

From atop the gaming table, Jezebeth laughed heartily and looked down at Derek Harcourt before turning her malicious attentions to the young maiden who shivered in fear like a caged songbird. The demonic woman beheld her own reflection on the blueish shimmering mirror and admired her firm curves, bountiful cleavage and devilish beauty.

"Did you think Veronica was somehow proof against my undeniable charms just because she's a woman? How utterly foolish! I've enjoyed carnal relations with famous princesses, tyrant queens and even a few fallen champions of light, many of which I seduced away from more powerful forces than that pathetic little trinket of yours."

Jezebeth licked the surface of the mirror and moaned suggestively. A long glistening trail of saliva trailed down as the succubus rubbed herself against the magical blue glass.

Veronica was initially horrified and covered up her blushing face with a latticework of shaking fingers.

Derek frowned and increased his invisible hold over the girl despite the dangers. He wouldn't be outdone, wouldn't let one of his conquests reject him. The thought was simply unthinkable.

Jezebeth straddled the mirror like a pole-dancer, her glowing yellow eyed fixed on the hapless peasant girl. The avatar of damnation displayed every inch of her otherworldly body by rolling over at seemingly impossible angles that left nothing to the imagination. Her crimson body shown in the lamplight as glistening beads of sweat dribbled down her seductively sexy skin. That illuminating glow lovingly travelled across her large bouncing breasts, her shaking hips and swinging ass.

"Do you like what you see, Veronica?" Jezebeth moaned joyously, her vocal cords oozing pure sexual attraction. Those perfectly round and firm breasts that could only belong to a being of total perfection jiggled as Jezebeth sucked on them while removing what little clothing remained. "You'd best hurry before I let some other willing soul satisfy my insatiable appetite."

That black, snakelike tail whipped around her chest as tightly as an anaconda. The way it squeezed her succulent curves made her bewitching movements even more enticing. Laying down upon the table, Jezebeth thrust herself upwards with great enthusiasm which afforded everyone an unforgettable view of her wet pussy. Jezebeth, much like an unhealthy addiction was literally to die for and judging by the frenzied chanting, many had already been dammed beyond redemption.

Shamelessly shaking her ass globes, Jezebeth revealed in the maelstrom of lustful gazes. She could feel her exposed pussy moistening at the thought of a thousand eyes devouring her sexual display. Some shouted encouragement, some mocked her as a whore but many, many more just watched on, utterly transfixed. Like an unhealthy addiction, they couldn't look at anything else even if they had wanted too.

Reaching down, she slipped a finger inside her dripping cunt and began to tease around the entrance, her dreamy moans only growing in intensity. Her busy fingertips brushed up against her slit which send electrifying sensations coursing throughout her trembling body. Crimson skin was soon slick with love juices that trailed down her legs in long translucent streams.

Derek clenched his fists hard enough to actually draw blood. His eyes flashed murderously as he realized that Veronica was no longer looking at him for support. No, much like the rest of the Blackened Hand, she had been entranced by the bewitching succubus. The thought that someone else could actually steal his possession away from him almost sent the great adventurer into an uncontrollable rage.

"Veronica, look at me!" he said much more calmly than he felt. "Damn it woman! Do not let yourself be tempted by simple trickery!"

Heedless of the potential damage, Derek increased his magical hold over the maiden's fragile mind. Veronica gasped audibly and stumbled against the shimmering mirror, her mind set aflame.

From her nearby seat, Lucille giggled as she felt the mental torture, the shadowy hand worming it's way within the maiden's mind. Underneath, the Dark Witch's chair was drenched with Dragonkin sperm.

Jezebeth pushed her generous curves up against the mirror and kissed it passionately, her long wet tongue trailing down the smooth shimmering surface as she stared longingly at the young maiden. Her deep inviting eyes were locked squarely on Veronica as if they were the only two souls within the large, clamorous room. For the first time in her very brief lifetime, Veronica felt the prickling sensation of lust rather than innocent love.

She found that she wanted this curious creature, wanted to touch her fire-red skin and experience those indecent lips. As Jezebeth continued to pleasure herself, her musky intoxicating scent permeated the Blackened Hand.

The sweet smelling perfume was a powerful aphrodisiac that could overpower even the most devote and resolute. A simple peasant girl had no chance, even with the magical control which even now battled fruitlessly within her delirious thoughts.

Vylania wrinkled her nose at the deceptively pleasing fragrance. Vivid hallucinations of outlandish sexual excess hovered just above concious thought which only disappeared when the High Justice pinched her skin. The purity of pain was pleasurable to the judge, both given and received.

Returning to her senses, Vylania watched as Derek Harcourt grew increasingly desperate, his brow furrowed and sweaty with perspiration.

"Damn it all! Listen to me, you stupid bitch!" he yelled, slamming his fist against the gaming table which splintered underneath his tremendous fury. "The famous Derek Harcourt will not be denied by a simple, common stable-hand! You belong to me and me alone!"

But for all his outrage, for all of his venomous threats and promises, in the end all the famous hero could do was watch helplessly as Jezebeth steadily pushed into the blue mirror as inexorably as the passing of time. The shimmering soul prison shattered into countless glittering blue fragments. Each one glowed fiercely, each one a different shade of blue but all of them eventually evaporated into sparkling stardust like the embers of a dying flame.

Almost tenderly, Jezebeth caught the falling maiden into her outstretched arms and hugged the girl tightly to her heaving bosom. The contrasting colours, the intertwining of female beauty, of pale flesh pressed up against the crimson demoness made for quite the compelling image.

The assembled crowd cheered even more so than before, so loud in fact, that the flooring actually reverberated under the collected celebrations. Some booed and hissed that their favoured champion had lost but they were in the minority, drowned out in a sea of loud chanting.

Vylania squeezed her shoulders irritably. Glancing down at her staff of office, she silently cursed Derek for not revealing his remaining two cards. Did one of them contain Eleanor's departed soul?

Well, no matter. All I need do is claim victory and I'll force the answers out of these miscreants.

A few unfortunate individuals pushed themselves through the press of bodies as they hastily moved towards the exits, crumpled up betting slips drawn up in their own blood falling from suddenly very nervous hands.

"Well, Jezebeth breathed as she gently stroked the maidens hair, "did you enjoy my performance my dear little flower?"

Veronica nodded while her small hands gripped and keaded Jezebeth's taut buttocks. Her inexperienced efforts were pleasing if a little clumsy as she squeezed and mauled the perfectly round ass-globes. They felt incredible and as she breathed in the musky scent of the succubus, she couldn't help but lean in for a deep, passionate kiss.

Jezebeth grinned at this boldness as she moved in to reciprocated the gesture but stopped just short at the last minute. The younger girl looked more than a little confused, hurt even but Jezebeth shushed her by placing a single glistening fingertip up against the younger girl's quivering mouth.

"I'm so sorry my lovely Veronica," she moaned huskily, "but I didn't get to cum. Will you help me satisfy my desires?"

Veronica smiled warmly like sunshine and nodded eagerly despite the crowded surroundings. While previously this horrendous place had terrified her beyond belief, now she only thought about Jezebeth and all the sordidly delicious antics that she had yet to learn.

That was of course until Jezebeth stretched her mouth open impossibly wide. The sickening sound of jawbones stretching and than reforming accompanied the rapidly growing pit of darkness ringed with teeth. Ropey strands of saliva dribbled down Jezebeth's gaping maw as her true nature was revealed. No longer the scandalous picture of damnation, now she looked more like an unchained monster ripped from the pages of a particularly nasty bedtime story.

"No, no, stay back!" Veronica screamed in total hysteria. "Please, somebody, anybody, help me!"

Considering the kind of place that the Blackened Hand was, it wasn't very surprising when nobody moved in to rescue the hysterical maiden. On the contrary, many encouraged Jezebeth to feast on the unfortunate girl while displaying more of her magnificent body to the excited crowd. Damnation was on the menu and everyone was hungering for a slice of meat just as long as another poor soul picked up the bill.

Veronica beat her arms frantically but her pitiful strength was barely even felt by the salivating succubus who hugged her closely with sharp taloned hands. The death-grip was unbreakable but her futile struggling did serve to excite the demon still further which was never a good idea.

Jezebeth's long tongue flickered out and licked the sparkling tears from the crying girl's soft, blossoming cheeks. The taste of concentrated sorrow sent her into a complete frenzy, so much so that the demon couldn't resist squeezing down hard which went against her every desire to prolong this most simulating moment.

Veronica gave out one last strangled cry before her corporeal form was shattered into countless flapping butterflies made out of the purest white. The fluttering mass shone brilliantly and illuminated the gaming room with pleasing holy light which some of the more unholy patrons found most displeasing and downright deadly in a few more explosive cases.

Gleefully, Jezebeth sucked them all into her waiting mouth. The serine soul-fragments frantically tried to escape but in the end, every single one was devoured by the endlessly hungry succubus and her insatiable appetite. Satisfied, the succubus was once again her wickedly beautiful self.

Still standing atop the table and still very much completely naked, Jezebeth leaned down to sneer at the seething Derek Harcourt. While doing so, her large breasts jiggled invitingly while her apple coloured ass was thrust out for all to see.

"You cheated, you rotten bitch! I'll have your head stuffed and mounted for this affront!"

"For such an accomplished hero, you can be very, very foolish my dear Derek. Did you really expect to best me when the only person you love is yourself?"

Jezebeth laughed, her bountiful breasts jiggling as she leaned over the bristling adventurer. Her dangling tits were well within arms reach but Derek was much to angry to even noticed her breathtaking nakedness. Jezebeth's black tail disappeared in between her legs as it rubbed up against her wetness which elicited joyous moans from her sinful mouth.

"Don't be such a sore loser, Derek. Show some damned humility for a change. You never know, perhaps I'll even be merciful," thought even she couldn't help but smirk at the suggestion.

Continued in Chapter 5

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