Chains of Judgement - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

While all this was going on, Vylania had once again claimed victory over her opponent despite the shaking table and intense moaning which irritated the perfectionist to no end but despite this, her unshakable resolve would not be denied. The shimmering, ghostly figure of one of Vylania's condemned criminals snapped out of existence as the spiritual essence was sucked back into the card from whence it came.

"Well done, Vylania," she said, nodding respectfully, her midnight black hat covering those bewitching purple eyes.

"It seems... I feel the unflappable certainly," she went on while hugging her magnificent archangel gown, the serine feathers recoiling at her touch.

"The black thread of determination that cannot be overcome, even with all the mighty arcana at my disposal. I cannot comprehend... my inner minds eye cannot see beyond thy vessel."

Lucille politely clapped the back of her snowy hand like an amused monarch.

"It seems that in my present, limited state, one such as I cannot match your conviction - your flawless insight, High Justice Vylania."

Vylania nodded her agreement as if the outcome had never been in question. With cold detachment, she regarded the witch while trying her best to ignore the rocking table and Jezebeth's sensuous moans.

"I'm glad that you understand the futility of your efforts, Lucille. Submit yourself to my judgement and I might even entertain the idea of lessening your unimaginable torment."

"That which cannot be defeated," Lucille said as she examined one of her deathly pale hands.

"That which cannot be overcome. With the myriad of possibilities that exist in this world, does such a thing even exist?"

Vylania's tolerance for this twisted witch had already worn dangerously thin. This depraved, rotten place, the slavering audience no better than a riotous mob and this ridiculous farce of a game all made her skin crawl. The High Justice was just about to speak up when Lucille the Dark drew back her unnaturally pale hand, ethereal manifestations swirling around those sinister fingers.

"A heartfelt reunion," Lucille said from her seat almost reverently, her tone of voice changing pitches once again. Vylania's heart was suddenly hammering strongly against her chest as recollection flashed across her shocked features.

That was Eleanor's voice... There was no mistaking it!

Then without any hesitation, Lucille formed her hand into a fist surrounded by flickering purple magic before punching herself hard in the stomach. Hunching over the gaming table, the witch coughed loudly, silvery tears formed of pure mercury streaming down her porcelain cheeks as something large and round distorted her throat as it steadily progressed up her windpipe.

Finally, after much torturous straining and spluttering, the Dark Witch vomited out a glowing orb encased in silken, spidery threads of pure ill-intent. The Jewel of Malediction rolled across the table with an unhealthy white glow. Those not totally mesmerized by Jezebeth's jiggling breasts and lustful moans screamed in horror as they witnessed horrendous visions of a bloody battlefield populated by cherished souls. Family members, close friends and comrades picked to the bone by hungry, flapping carrion birds.

Coming to a stop just before the Judge, to even look upon the unspeakable thing spoke of madness and murder and yet for some inexplicable reason, Vylania found herself enthralled by the twisted, pulsing object. There was something eerily familiar about it.

"You feel it too, don't you," Lucille said, smiling like she had found a kindred spirit.

"How dare you speak with Eleanor's voice!" Vylania roared, her calm demeanour shattering for the first time. "Possessing this grotesque thing... only proves your guilt!"

"How foolish," Lucille sighed. "How remarkable! Even the mighty High Justice herself is blinded by meaningless ties of friendship. Look more closely at the Jewel of Malediction - look closely!"

Quivering with rampaging emotion, Vylania tore her vicious gaze away from the witch and looked down once again at the hateful but strangely compelling Jewel of Malediction.

"No," she breathed, her throat suddenly parched. "It cannot be... Eleanor?"

"Precisely," Lucille said. "The one known as Eleanor, rather than relinquishing the Jewel of Malediction actually managed to bound her soul to it. Killed, killed, I should I killed that woman rather than watching her drag that broken body across the bloodstained pavement. My long awaited metamorphosis... dashed against the rocks by that troublesome meddler."

Unable to stand the continued perversion of Eleanor's voice, Vylania stood, snatched up her gleaming rod of office and pointed it towards Lucille, the unspoken command immediately recognized by her Demonmore honour guard. To their credit, the grizzled soldiers barely hesitated as they moved in to subjugate the witch despite the horrible presence of the Jewel of Malediction.

"Such an unwise decision," Lucille tutted, waggling her index finger like a disappointed schoolteacher.

"If you do not listen to my request, I'll crush the Jewel along with your precious Eleanor. Would you like that?"

"You coward," Vylania spat bitterly before grudgingly ordering her guards to stand down and sheath their warblades.

"Much more agreeable," Lucille said. "Much more amenable. I'm glad that you fully understand your predicament. Now, concede the game, my most honoured High Justice."

Vylania's face contorted in fiery rage as she uttered, "I... concede."

Smiling broadly which looked downright creepy on Lucille's placid face, the witch held open one outstretched hand. No sooner had she done so, then the Jewel of Malediction trembled slightly before flying directly into her palm.

"Good," she said, nodding. "Now stand over there and remove your clothing,"

"What?" Vylania asked incredulously. Surely she had misheard the twisted magician. Those mortal minds in the Blackened Hand still capable of conscious thought nudged each other with sly grins all around. The fine establishment and its patrons did so love to break a strong-willed soul.

"Removing my clothing?" she asked tentatively. "What possible need could require such an... such an indecent act."

Lucille fixed the High Justice with her sparkling, amethyst eyes.

"Because I cannot untangle Eleanor from the jewel without destroying it. The bond of friendship runs very deep indeed and as such, I will compel Eleanor to leave my precious treasure with your humiliation."

Lucille clutched the Jewel of Malediction tightly within her hand and squeezed just a little, just enough to produce several glowing cracks like magma filled fault lines to appear across the silky latticework surface. If Vylania had held out any hope in the witch not spitefully destroying her prize along with poor Eleanor's soul, at that moment she felt it slip away.

"Now, do not make me repeat myself, High Justice. If you're lucky, sweet Eleanor will not keep us waiting."

Reluctantly, the High Justice slowly walked to the indicate space, the crowd parting before her like water. Not wishing to see the lecherous faces that were even now imagining the contours of her naked body, Vylania slowly began to remove her clothing.

Still showing fiery determination, her proud face remained completely emotionless as she began to unfasten the buttons on her black doublet however on the inside she silently screamed in shame.

What would the ecclesiarchy think if they could witness one of the finest of their order behaving like some common stripper selling her dignity for a handful of coins. How could she stand in judgement over supernatural beings and lesser deities with everyone laughing behind her back?

Beneath the velvet material was a plain white shirt which barely concealed her black lace brassiere. Almost faltering with barely repressed emotion, Vylania swallowed as she loosened her shirt, lifted up her shaking arms before slipping the soft material up over her shoulders. Her smooth white skin shivered as the air tickled against her exposed body.

Naked from the waste up besides her black undergarment, Vylania steeled her soul against the multitude of mocking insults and abusive jeers. Her cheeks blushed a deep shade of embarrassed rouge. Everywhere she looked was a cackling laugh or a hungry pair of eyes that roamed across every inch of her exposed body. Lucille looked on expectingly, her pale fingers lightly caressing the glowing jewel.

"Keep going," Jezebeth demanded as she greedily devoured the humiliation while her asshole was once again mercilessly fucked. "I wish to see everything you have to offer, you slutty Judge."

"Yes," Lucille agreed, her smile widening at Vylania's obvious discomfort. "Do not squander this chance, do not fail your friend once again."

Deeply ashamed, Vylania unclipped her brassier and let the frilly fabric slide smoothly over her shoulders. The cold metallic clips caused the judge to flinch as the undergarment fell from her chest. The crowd gave a collected gasp of awe at the sight of such an esteemed woman disrobing for their pleasure.

Her creamy breasts were small and perky, the pink nipples standing to attention under the intense scrutiny of hundreds. Vylania almost moved to cover up her quivering mounds but caught herself at the last minute. In a true test of character, the High Justice grimly stood her ground while glaring around at the Blackened Hand, daring anyone to question her good standing.

Moving down, Vylania loosened her belt before unfastening her black trousers. Her honour guard fidgeted uncomfortably, all of them boasting awkward erections at their master's nakedness as they stole the occasional glance through their vision slits. Underneath, Vylania wore naughty black lace panties which were already wet from earlier, a fact that didn't escape the crowd's notice.

Pressing her thighs together in a vain attempt to hide her modesty, Vylania, not wanting to prolong matters, quickly pulled down her black panties down to her feet before stepping over the finely laced fabric. Completely naked, everyone admired the High Justice's well trimmed bush which rested between those mouthwatering thighs.

Lucille the Dark felt the intricately constructed jewel begin to vibrate within her hand. She could feel the building agitation contained within as Eleanor's will strained within the soul prison.

"It's working," she breathed. "But it isn't quite enough."

"As expected of the High Justice," Jezebeth sneered as another lucky fellow slammed against her curvaceous rear end while Derek stood, his face dark with murderous jealously.

"Even you cannot help but excel in sluttiness!"

"Shut up!" Vylania snapped self-consciously, her cheeks blushing despite herself. Her usual authoritative tone sounded much less convincing with her standing completely nude, her tits and the dark tufts of her pubic hair clearly visible.

Someone daring reached behind Vylania and began to fondle her petite tits while another pair of busy fingers began pinching those stiff pink nipples. Vylania winced in pain as her sensitive little buds were twisted and pulled, the nipples clutched tightly between uncaring fingers. Something long and slimy slid across her peachy bottom and squeezed around those succulent mounds of flesh until a stifled gasp escaped Vylania's trembling lips.

The assembled band of lowlifes couldn't believe their luck as they explored and toyed with the ultimate forbidden fruit. Vylania's willowy frame shuddered as someone plied her tightly clasped thighs apart and brushed against her flowery pink petals. Likewise, the slimy appendage lovingly kneaded Vylania's firm buttocks while glazing the orbs with a generous coating of green stickiness.

"Unhand me!" Vylania roared as she slapped the man pinching her tender nipples, the force of the blow snapping his neck around at an entirely unnatural angle. Gurgling his last sputtering breaths, his eyes rolled up inside his head before he collapsed like a sack of potatoes.

"Do not forget who you're dealing with!" she yelled, her small breasts swaying slightly as she swatting the air in a sweeping gesture. The twin seeds of fear and uncertainly had been firmly planted within the assembled crowd.

"Vylania!" Lucille called while pointing at those crowding around the judge, her fingertips vividly burning with shimmering multicoloured flairs. The implied threat was crystal clear.

"Do not forget what I hold in my possession."

Clutching her trembling fists tightly against her side, Vylania scowled venomously at the Dark Witch while at the same time inwardly cursing her utter sense of powerlessness. Nibbling at her lip, Vylania looked almost deceptively cute as she stood ramrod straight under the multitude of vulgar stares that roamed across her white unblemished skin, modest but firm tits and that exquisitely taut ass.

I'm so sorry Eleanor... but I find myself relying on you once again...

Heedless of the potential consequences, several pairs of hand grasped at Vylania's rigid shoulders and pushed the proud woman down to her knees as if she were awaiting judgement herself at the Demonmore courthouse. Unfortunately justice was a foreign concept in the Blackened Hand.

Seemingly out of nowhere, several grubby looking males pushed themselves to the forefront and slapped their unwashed cocks against the startled woman's soft, blushing cheeks. They smelt absolutely appalling and almost made Vylania gag as they prodded against her tightly pressed lips while glazing her snarling mouth with glistening strands of pre-cum.

Vylania glared up at them murderously which only served to heighten their pleasure as they slapped and rubbed their dripping cocks up against her stern face. Battling against the muscles of her succulent mouth, one of the smelly poles managed to push itself inside her protesting mouth. Wide-eyes, Vylania almost cried in disgust as the rancid tasting penis pumped in and out of her mumbling lips.

The vibrations felt heavenly as the voice that commanded so much power hummed around the man as he started to savagely fuck her slobbering mouth. Trying to avoid the salty taste, Vylania's tongue unwittingly swirled around the invading cockhead as it thrust deeply between her convulsing mouth.

By the gods... do these people never bathe?

The indecent sounds that emanated from the High Justice made her sound no better than some high class prostitute entertaining some happy client with a sloppy blowjob. Vylania scrunched her watering eyes shut under the weight of mocking laughter as many unseen hands fondled and teased her squirming body.

"Yeah take it slut," they insulted. "I'm going to take a slice of that haughty ass of yours, Judge."

"Think yer better than us, huh? Yer just another woman, whore!"

"I bet she's enjoying it, the stuck up bitch!" another called out which prompted many to voice their agreement as they rubbed their stiff, throbbing members.

"At least I'm honest about my nature," called Jezebeth mirthlessly from the sidelines as she devoured yet another wailing soul.

"It's so delightful to finally see you letting your hair down, Vylania."

Groining loudly, the man fucking Vylania's drooling mouth entwined his fingers in the silky strands of her raven hair and pulled her face up against his hairy crouch. Fighting for breath, the High Justice hammered fruitlessly against his legs as she choked and spluttered around the thrusting obstruction blocking her airways as it slowly pushed down deeply into her throat.

"Mmmuuuaaahhh" Vylania groaned around the thrusting organ slapping against her face, her throat stretched as he struggled to force down every considerable inch of his penis. Withdrawing it almost to the tip, the man lubricated his cockhead with the breathless woman's glistening saliva like lipstick before ramming it back down her convulsing mouth pussy in a steady but forceful rhythm.

Light-headed from the relentless deepthroating, Vylania, her face streaming with tears, caught sight of a familiar golden glint as powerful hands spread open her shuddering legs. Horror flashed across Vylania's slobbering face as she recognized the gleaming rod of her office that so elegantly symbolized the absolute authority bestowed upon her by the ecclesiarchy.

Glaring down at her with savage glee, a voluptuous blonde haired woman, her ample cleavage practically spilling out of her glittering blue ballgown grinned as she carefully lined up the priceless rod against the delicate folds of Vylania's cunt. Hesitating just long enough to enjoy the moment, the woman teased the outer edges of Vylania's pink folds with cold metal before plunging Vylania's own rod into her dripping pussy.

Encouraged by a surrounding circle of mocking onlookers, of the exuberant chorus of harsh, spitting insults, the stunning blonde really went to town on Vylania's defenceless pussy, her gorgeous fingers flickering the abused woman's pink clit while vigorously fucking Vylania with her own rod.

Heedless of any potential damage she might be inflecting, the voluptuous blonde urged her leering helpers to further spread open Vylania's legs until breaking point as she shoved the makeshift dildo in and out as fast as she could manage, the uncomfortable chilly edges rubbing up against the High Justice's soft, fleshy walls and even all the way up to her twitching cervix. Sneering statistically, the woman mercilessly pummelled Vylania's pussy, stabbing the rod into her quivering opening from every conceivable angle.

While this senseless violation took place, Vylania floated above all the pain and humiliation, her empty eyes staring blindly about her as shadowy silhouettes grasped and groped her perky tits, taut ass, ticklish toes and everything else that they could lay their dirty hands on.

Vylania would have happily closed her heart to this hardship but with utter conviction she catalogued and internalized every single crime, every venomous insult and incitement from those not directly participating. In this manner, Vylania retained her sanity, her sense of purpose even in the face of such inhuman treatment.

Justice is my shield... my sense of purpose.

This place is devoid of decency...

Not a single redeemable soul... Besides you... Eleanor...

Have you decided yet I wonder?

Working the rod further inside Vylania's pussy, the busty blonde shouted down countless degrading barbs, her delicate manicured hands, which were now stained with Vylania's sticky juices, never slowed down their relentless assault as she rammed the glistening rod deeply into Vylania's abused pussy who could feel every painful impact as it bumped up against the entrance to her delicate womb.

Vylania's golden haired abuser squealed with glee as she was showered with an involuntary orgasm, her ample cleavage and evil face coated with the sprinkling discharge. Sparkling droplets of cum shot out from Vylania's convulsing pussy, the liquid stream soaking the blonde from head to toe like a sudden downpour from the heavens until her designer ballgown stuck wetly against her skin.

Holding Vylania's warm mouth tightly in place, the man triumphantly declared his climax as he flooded her gullet with rivers of vivacious spunk that coated her insides with a nice helping of white, sticky paste. Sperm dribbled down Vylania's bulging cheeks, her protesting moans ignored as the man held her firmly in place against his sweaty crouch. Buried up to the hilt, the man didn't release Vylania until he had completely empted his balls within her overflowing, cum-filled mouth.

Sputtering with a mouthful of fowl smelling spunk, Vylania collapsed on her hand and knees and promptly vomited up the contents of her mostly cum-filled stomach acorss the floor, much to the amusement of the jeering mob. Somebody pressed down against her back and pushed her down face first into the pungent mixture while those that couldn't hold on any longer ejaculated all over the prostrated judge.

Fighting for breath, Vylania looked a total mess as she grimly pushed herself up into a sitting crouch. Her short raven hair was matted with gooey ropey of semen, some of which dangled in front of her white stained face. Grimacing at the horrible taste, she spat out whatever cum remained inside her mouth which dribbled down onto her small breasts or her knees tucked up underneath her.

Back at the gaming table, Jezebeth marvelled at the sheer depravity with which these mortals treated one of their own kind. The depraved humbling of one so powerful as Vylania excited the succubus to no end, so much so in fact, that she couldn't help but playfully tease her tingling, moist pussy lips as she watched the pathetically sputtering image of the High Justice. Entirely conscious of the fact that she was ignoring Derek, Jezebeth gasped as she continued to masturbate while drinking in his delectable jealously.

"Are you enjoying the performance, Eleanor?" Lucille the Dark asked as she lovingly cradled the Jewel of Malediction like a mother holding her precious firstborn.

"Must you continue to deny my metamorphosis? Must you watch your friend suffer in your stead?"

She could feel the jewel vibrating within her palm, the powerful waves of anguish prickling against her porcelain skin. She had waited so, so long for this moment and wouldn't let Eleanor ruin her chances once again. Vylania had endured so very much to wait for this moment, when the glint of jubilation flashed within Lucille's striking purple irises, when her implacable concentration wavered for that one fleeting moment.

"That's enough!" Vylania yelled as the rattling of many chains chimed up above in the Blackened Hand's rafters like the ringing of celestial church bells.

Those around Vylania shivered and took a step back as the High Justice stood up straight and pointed towards the ceiling. While her black hair was dishevelled and soaked with bodily fluids, while her naked body was marred with angry purple bruises and stained with syrupy strands of cum, the High Justice still managed to inspire fear with her commanding presence.

Total pandemonium descended upon the panicked crowd as terrifying chains rained down like metallic thunderclaps and ensnared everyone in sight. Lucille the Dark was totally taken aback as a flickering chain formed of purple lightening, so faint as to be practically invisible, wrapped tightly around her outstretched wrist.

Dropping the Jewel as she lost all feeling within her hand, Lucille actually looked fearfully at the familiar violet binds. The crackling violet binds looked identical to those that the demon had used to ensnare her young, fragile heart all those lifetimes ago. The repressed memories bubbled up to the surface, so hurtful that they actually caused Lucille to cry.

Not the inhuman tears of mercury as before, but the innocent crystal tears of a scared, eighteen year old girl that had meddled with forces beyond her understanding.

"No!" she wailed, shaking her head in disbelieve. "No, no, I'm not that same naive girl! You cannot harm me and my mother any longer, Sluaracha! I'm Lucille the Dark! I banished you, do you hear me Sluaracha? I can speak your true name without fear or hesitation!"

However, try as she might, all she could see was that terrifying smile that had enslaved her and done many unspeakable things in her name. Sobbing like a child, Lucille tried to comfort herself with simple parlor magic, the kind that Lucille's mother had taunt her but the humming lightening chains prevented her even that small mercy.

The blonde woman that had so happily tormented Vylania screamed as obsidian chains covered with vicious looking barbs coiled around her generous breasts and shapely ass so tightly that they shredded her glittering ballgown into fluttering pieces of fabric.

A chain formed of brilliant rippling flame wrapped around the one that had so happily violated Vylania's mouth before hoisting up the whimpering man by the ankle. Hanging up from the ceiling like an animal waiting to be slaughtered as the burning chains seared through his clothing, the man dangled as he pleaded for forgiveness that would never come.

The chains of judgement speared down, each one a different colour, nature or shape depending on who exactly they targeted. There were chains formed from hissing snakes dripping deadly venom, chains of bleached bone from murdered victims, chains manifested from the misuse of magic that transformed and transmuted and chains formed of shifting darkness, the nightmares that plagued the dreams of small children.

Jezebeth hissed as archangel feathers formed a tight hangmans noose around her crimson neck. Losing control of her bladder as divine holy verses filled her mind, Jezebeth soiled her chair with acrid urine as she fought tooth and nail against the blessed feathery chains.

"Jezebeth!" Derek called, reaching out to save his mistress, but even his heroic strength couldn't overcome the many snapping bronze chains that assaulted him, so tightly packed together that they completely blotted out his vision like a shroud of clattering metal.

Picking up her besmirched rod of office, Vylania tasted her own pussy juice as she licked the precious metal clean.

"Court is now in session!" Vylania snapped.

"The prosecution recognizes Eleanor as the first and only witness."

The End

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