Feature Writer: Chewy
Feature Title: Princess Meizhen’s Miracle
Published: 02.02.2013 / Dolcettish
Story Codes: Demonic, Ritual, Snuff, Cannibalism, Transformation
Synopsis: The Princess seeks a miracle, but is rewarded with the ultimate sacrifice
Princess Meizhen’s Miracle
Princess Meizhen winced as she heard the front gates crash inwards, releasing the merciless demons into the fortress. Sounds of fighting commenced, only to be quickly replaced by screams. Meizhen could only imagine the slaughter, the sheer horror as unnatural things tore into her warriors like tigers into sheep. The men would be dead in minutes. The terrified princess closed her eyes, envying the men. At least the demons killed them quickly. Women were not so lucky.
It was Princess Meizhen’s fault, all of it. Her people were at war. The war against the neighboring realm of Zhee had been going on for years, and her people were losing. Her father had confided in her that her people faced utter defeat within the year unless a miracle occurred.
Princess Meizhen vowed that she could produce that miracle. She had always been a scholar, a delver into ancient scrolls and lore. Some of that lore spoke of summoning demons, invincible beasts that would do the bidding of one who performed the proper rituals and who had a will of adamantine. The scrolls warned of terrible danger but Meizhen barely glanced at such fearful cautions. She was no peasant to quail before fearful mumblings. She was princess, of a line of royalty that had ruled over this land like gods since time immemorial. She knew she could perform this ancient ritual with the required absolute precision, and have the unyielding will to bind the very armies of hell to her side.
The night of the ritual was cloudless and fully-mooned, as demanded by the eldritch scribblings. Her handmaidens drew the complex symbols under her direction, using human blood to form the complex glyphs that would open a portal into the darkest under-realms. Meizhen supervised every action, harshly punishing the slightest mistake. At last, sure her menials had performed their task adequately she haughtily dismissed the frightened servants. The last part of the ritual was hers to perform.
The scroll had called for the sacrifice of those whose blood the demons were to destroy. To that end two captured Zhee woman lay within the circle, bound and naked and utterly terrified. Their black eyes glittered with terror as they watched the beautiful enemy princess call out in some inhuman-sounding language; call out unholy names in tones of merciless command. The captive women’s fear grew to the point of madness as they felt a slimy coldness arise from the floor beneath them, sense something huge and evil … coming.
The captive girls shrieked as Meizhen drove a golden dagger deep into their heaving breasts, digging deep into their hearts as their lithe bodies thrashed about.
Meizhen dared show no emotion as she slowly murdered two helpless women. Her face was set in stone as she cut them, felt their body’s struggles through the metal of the blade. She ignored their wails as she pried their ribs apart to expose wildly beating hearts. She showed no reaction to the small sting of pain as she accidentally cut her finger on a sawed-through rib. Her hands swam in a pool of their blood as she severed aorta and artery as her captives sobbed for her to stop. The scroll called for slow, terror-filled deaths and it would be an unforgivable sign of weakness to shrink from what must be done.
Meizhen knew that the slightest sign of compassion assured failure. She was summoning the perfect predator, and predators sensed weakness and fear like a wolf smelled blood. Meizhen was the daughter of a line of kings that spanned centuries. She would show no fear, no doubt or empathy as she dug the still-beating hearts from the split breasts and squeezed their hot blood onto the glypths. The act she was committing demanded that the predator she called forth see her as in complete control, a serene and merciless mistress that was worthy of utter obedience.
The glyphs flared as the last girl died. There was a flash of crimson light and even Meizhen’s will nearly faltered as she saw what stood before her.
It … was beautiful. The thing was shockingly female. Nearly seven foot tall and naked, with great firm breasts, long smoothly muscled arms and legs that bespoke of power and grace at the same time. It had flawless skin the color of hot copper. And a face … A face that was that a goddess would envy, beautiful and arrogant with lush lips and eyes that seemed like glittering black opals. The thing smiled, revealing teeth that somehow reminded Meizhen of ivory daggers.
Meizhen forced back a fearful gulp. The thing towered over her; it size and unspoken power made her feel like a child before her. Or like a mouse before some cruel cat. The thing said nothing but smiled again, a mocking show of a red tongue licking those dagger-teeth in what was undeniably a sense of anticipation.
Meizhen rose to her feet above the corpses of the women she had butchered. Savagely suppressing a twinge of fear she threw her head back and struck her most regal pose, furious that such a contemptible hellspawn would dare look down of a woman of such pure royal blood.
“You will obey me,” Meizhen intoned in her hardest voice.
There was a long pause. The demoness locked her eyes with Meizhen and the princess felt the awful power and will behind those ebon orbs. Meizhen knees threatened to buckle. The test of wills lasted minutes as princess and demoness vied for dominance. Meizhen knew that weakness was death, that this beast would rip her throat out if she showed the least sign of doubt or submission.
“You will obey me,” Meizhen spoke again in a tone of iron, “You will strike down my enemies, those of the blood I have spilt. You will do this because you are a slave to my will.”
The demoness’ eyes never let go over hers as she bent over and picked up one of the severed hearts that lay at her feet. Hot human blood washed over her hand and seemed to seep into her unnatural flesh. She straightened and brought the heart to her mouth. And bit. The demoness shuddered as fresh female blood, still reeking of fear and pain, filled its mouth. It bit into the heart, chewing the fibrous muscle as easily as pudding. The thing’s eyes glowed with hideous hunger and lust as she devoured the heart, licking her lips clean of blood with sensuous pleasure. Then, having eaten the proffered heart of a murdered woman as the ritual demanded, the hell-spawn nodded its raven-haired head before the princess, a small but unmistakable sign of submission.
Meizhen’s bowels unclenched. She had been a second short of pissing herself. But now this beautiful horror had bowed before her will. All was as it should be.
“Go and utterly destroy to people of Zhee when I command, slaughter all those whose blood I have fed you tonight. Then when you have done this return to me to hear my further commands. I will be your queen and your service will make my people the lords of this world”
The demoness smiled and bowed in assent. Then she picked up the two dead women and slung them over her shoulders as if they weighed nothing, and vanished in a whirl of sulfurous smoke.
Meizhen gazed at the army of Zhee drawn up in the valley below. There were so many of them. It had taken all of her powers of persuasion to convince her father to offer open battle with such a horde. He sat on a horse beside her, his face creased with doubt. The soldiers were nervous, ready to bolt. They could count and knew this battle was hopeless unless a miracle occurred.
Only Meizhen seemed unconcerned, cold and disdainful as she sat astride her charger. She even smiled, knowing that she was about to be the savior of her people, Meizhen the miracle worker.
The army of Zhee advanced at a leisurely pace, confident of the kill. They were a cruel warlike people and sensed the fear evident in their foes ranks like a wolf pack smells the frightened piss of trapped prey. They would kill and enslave as was the natural right of the strong. Their bronzen war horns sounded, crimson banners unfurled and they advanced on Meizhen’s people in a bloodthirsty steel-clad wave.
Meizhen rode out between the two armies, her crimson robes flying in wind like a harbinger of death. The princess sneered at her enemies, already seeing their deaths. She rose in her stirrups and cried out terrible words, words of hunger and summoning. Her throat burned with pain as it formed the blasphemous words. Her face contorted as she forced her lips to speak the unnatural sounds, her eyes bulged with effort as she birthed her miracle.
Thunder sounded in the distance, a low hungry growl. The nearby horses reared in revulsion and all her men turned to look at her in shock and disbelief. Her father rode up to stop her, his face slack with shock but his horse was spooked and would not bring him close enough to stop his magnificent daughter from her purpose.
The Zhee archers halted to draw bows, their Calvary lowered lances and the infantry closed for the kill … Then the miracle occurred.
A wall of magnificently beautiful, naked women stood before the army of Zhee. They stood silent, black hair blowing in the wind, the sun shining on their flawless copper skins. There were hundreds of them, every one a fevered carnal dream, all as powerfully built as an Amazon championess.
The soldiers of Zhee stopped as if frozen, mesmerized by the vision.
Then the demoness leapt forward. An evil howl rose from their throats, a sound of pure blood-mad lust and hunger. They closed with their human prey faster then the soldiers could react, many leaping over the first rank of spears and losing themselves deep in the heart of the enemy regiments. Others simply grasped their enemy’s spears and shields and pulled them aside exposing the shocked soldier to the full fury of the demonic assault.
Despite being unarmed the demon-women began to slay. The turned into crimson whirlwinds, scything the Zhee ranks like wind through standing grain. They slew with their steel-hard claws, slew with fist and foot, slew with razor teeth. They slew in sprays of blood and flying limbs, slew with pure hadean glee.
Some of the Zhee fought back, but to little effect. The demons moved impossibly fast, evading blows with contemptuous ease, their now blood-covered skins as tough as the finest armor. A few monsters fell, but only a few.
The host of Zhee died faster then seemed possible. Hundreds, thousands died, a herd being butchered where it stood. Many ran only to be taken down from behind and torn apart. Those that tried to surrender were eviscerated, dying shamefully amid their spilt guts. They all died, every last one.
Meizhen sat transfixed, her eyes shining in triumph as she watched her miracle unfold. She was the princess who won a war in an instant by daring to do what others were too weak or small-minded to attempt. Princess Meizhen would be remembered forever for this.
But the demon harridans did not stop when the last Zhee soldier was ripped to shreds. They trampled the dead men like so much offal and ran forward. To Zhee’s camp, where thousands of camp followers stared frozen in disbelief at having seen their sons and husbands butchered like farm animals.
The demons were upon them. But this assault was different, utterly foully worse then what had gone before. They had killed the men with merciless cold efficiency, but now they attacked the women with hideous cruelty. They tackled the fleeing women, dragged them to the ground and tore their clothes away before flinging themselves on the struggling naked victims. Blood sprayed and shrieks filled the air. Battles are filled with screams and awful sounds, but these shrieks were worse. They were filled with utter disbelieving horror, and went on and on and on.
Meizhen retched when she realized the demonesses weren’t just killing the terrified women, they were … eating them. Alive.
The monsters ignored children and oldsters. But every last young women was set upon and devoured. The beautiful demons took pains to eat their screaming prey slowly. They first stripped the women’s limbs of meat till what were once shapely arms and legs were lengths of bloody bone festooned with hanging gobbets of tendon, sparing the torsos so that their frenzied victims would live an extra minute or two of mindless agony as they watched their flesh being devoured.
The fiends enjoyed the pain and horror they inflicted almost as much as they seemed to enjoy the taste of the living female meat they consumed with such gusto. The warrior women of hell swarmed like frenzied animals, stripping women down to broken skeletons, tossing the cracked bones aside like so much garbage before falling on a fresh whole victim, pulling her down and repeating the ghastly process with undiminished hunger.
Meizhen gaped in horror. She turned about to face her people, the ones her miracle had saved. Her men, her father, drew away from her in revulsion, aghast at what she had unleashed. They fled, leaving the Princess who had bargained with hell to stand alone on the field of her terrible victory.
The screaming in the Zhee camp faded, replaced by the popping and wet ripping sounds of leisurely feasting.
A demoness walked towards the stunned princess. Her horse shied away, sensing the approach of evil. The thing was soaked in gore but Meizhen knew it was the one she had summoned with the blood of murdered women, the queen of the Erinyes.
The triumphant fiend smiled at her, openly mocking. Blood dripped from its perfect limbs with every motion, gobbets of human flash stuck to its inhumanly feminine curves. She was daintily nibbling on a severed feminine arm, enjoying the look of horror on Meizhen’s face as she snipped bits of flesh from it.
“St…stop.’ Meizhen stammered. All pretense of hiding fear was gone. She puked, bile staining her silken robes. “I command you to stop.”
The demoness laughed, a throaty, almost baritone bark of pure derision. With casual disdain she tossed the chewed arm at Meizhen, hitting her in the face with several pounds of still warm human meat.
“I thank you o puissant princess, for this splendid feast you granted us,” the demoness sneered, “But we are still hungry and there is so much woman-meat to be savored. You did after all consign all of those whose share the blood shed during your summoning, and the denizens of hell always keep a bargain.”
The demoness pointed her hands towards Meizhen’s fleeing people. In an instant the demonic army left the Zhee camp and raced forward like an evil storm, overtaking Meizhen’s people with ease and renewing the slaughter. Meizhen watched her army die. She saw her father turn and fight, sparing her one last tormented look across the field of slaughter, then he too was gone in the tsunami of blood.
Princess Meizhen looked into the demon queen’s mocking eyes and knew what was about to happen. Screaming in sick dread she lashed her horse mercilessly, racing away from the nightmare, racing towards home in the hope she could warn her people, the women, warn them to flee the hungers of hell that she had unleashed on the earth.
She made it, though she killed her horse. She staggered through the gates of her family’s castle, ignoring the bewildered questions of the garrison. She screamed for the women to flee, screamed for her hand maidens to find horse and ride as far away as possible, to the ends of the world if possible. No one listened, assuming she was mad. They carried her to her rooms, stripped her of filthy clothes and began to bathe her in the hope it would calm her.
They had barely begun when the alarm bells sounded, sentries cried of the approach of some strange enemy racing towards them like a crimson wind. Meizhen wailed, looking into the uncomprehending faces of the women she had doomed to a hideous death, wailed in guilt at all she had done.
The gates crashed in, and the men died quickly.
Then the feminine screams began, the sounds that the feast had begun. The screams went on and on, for the women did not die quickly.
Meizhen’s handmaidens were frantic. Several looked out the windows onto the courtyard only to shrink back, their faces rigid with fright at the scenes they witnessed out there. One or two of the braver ones began to search fro weapons to kill themselves. All women knew what happened when enemies stormed your castle, and every noble lady was expected to kill herself to ensure she was not ravished. At last a few small knives were found, and Meizhen joined her retainers in staring at them in sick dread. Even so, better to cut ones guts out then experience what is like to be eaten alive.
They ran out of time. Perhaps the fiends smelled the presence of so many soft pampered women in one place, or the presence of Meizhen’s dammed soul drew them like carrion draws flies. The door to their room was smashed inwards in a shower of kindling, and victorious demon women strode in to reap the fruits of their conquest.
Meizhen shrank against the back wall as a crimson nightmare unfolded. The demonesses growled in hunger at the sight of so much soft feminine flesh before them. They licked bloody calloused lips and dove into the feast with infernal glee.
It began with rape, sadistic lesbian assault composed of utter cruelty and unspeakable lusts. Her handmaidens fell under their assailants and began to wail as their tender bodies were used in ways that sane mortal minds cannot describe. Meizhen alone was spared, so she could witness the consequences of what she had done. She watched as women she had known all her life were misused and ruined at her feet, beautiful sleek bodies made to experience acts that only a thing of the pit could inflict. She did not help, or even move as she looked on, knowing somehow that her dammed soul would experience these things and more.
Then, when the women’s bodies were broken and unable to endure more, the victory feast began. It takes a long time for a woman to die if the thing eating her takes care to spare the major blood vessels. Fifteen minutes into the repast not a single women had been allowed the mercy of death, though they all were missing pounds and pounds of their meat.
Through the doorway walked the demonic queen, the one Meizhen had summoned and in her utter arrogance thought she could dominate. The blood-dripping thing looked at her sisters as they fed with something that looked almost like love, like a caring elder sister who has seen that her siblings have been well-cared for. She spied Meizhen and laughed.
The thing’s laugh was oddly melodic, as if sulfurous brass could be made to sing with the skill of an angel. That that beautiful laugh came from a mouth filled with teeth from which strands of human flesh clung to seemed more terrible then if the thing had growled like a beast.
It walked towards Meizhen, passing through ankle-deep puddles of gore. She stopped and snatched a few morsels, a finger here, an eye from the horror-stricken face of a half-eaten maiden there. She ate the treats with obvious relish, then stood before Meizhen, the dammed princess of a castle turned slaughterhouse.
“You look less arrogant then before my sweet beloved summoner. I see you are becoming wise regarding where you soft-fleshed kind stands in the true order of things,“ the thing mocked in a voice that was richly feminine yet bore the tone of adamantine authority, “See what miracle you have wrought? My sisters have not fed this well in an age. We thank you.”
“Why…why’ Meizhen whimpered, though she knew the knowledge would do her no good.
“Because it is in our nature my sweet. You cut yourself when you slaughtered that sacrificial bitch, blending your blood with her. Did you not command me to destroy all who shares the blood you offered? No matter, sooner or later you would have blundered in some way, mortals always do. Your flesh would have been mine no matter what. Indeed I am somewhat disappointed that you were so careless so quickly. We might have served you for years, eating entire nations of succulent women, making you Empress of the world, our kind encouraging your pride and ambition and growing debauchery. Oh what sins we could have committed together, what depraved legends we could have carved into the very bedrock of this world. In the end I would trick you somehow, force you into a mistake, and have the pleasure of feasting on your body and soul amid a ruined and devoured world. No matter, it is only time before another summons us and again gives us the chance to rape and eat our fill till your kind prays for extinction as a way to end your suffering”
The demoness began to undress the whimpering Princess. The slightest resistance brought cold mocking slaps, each one bringing as much shame as actual pain. The demoness beat her like she was the lowliest of slaves as she stripped her regal clothing away. Hot fingers caressed silken skin moist with fear-stinking sweat, merciless eyes examined Meizhen’s naked body like a butcher inspecting a particularly savory piece of meat.
Meizhen knew fighting was useless. The demons had hideous strength. She looked over at the other monsters eating what was left of her handmaidens. She saw them snap femurs like twigs to get at the dark pulpy marrow, shatter skulls with a flick of the hand to unpackage the hot gooey masses of the dead woman’s brains. What could she do against such awful power?
She stood naked before the demoness. In a last pathetic show of defiance she refused to kneel, but stood erect staring into the cold sneering face.
Then the demoness took her in her arms and began to ravish her. A long scaly tongue flicked over her neck and bosom, its touch feverishly hot and slimy, its very contact loathsome. Hands as strong as tiger’s paws clenched and kneaded her flesh so hard she felt her meat was ready to be torn free of her bones. The naked Princess was borne to the ground, the demoness straddling her, the things eyes burning red-hot with triumphant lust. Meizhen’s shapely legs were roughly forced apart and the demon queen obscenely rutted her. She felt foul fluids flow from the demoness’ crotch over her loins, hot and burning like boiling sewage.
Then Meizhen’s face was forced under that hellish crotch. The demoness’s labia writhed like it had independent life of its own. Those awful lips smothered the human girl’s face like rasp-fleshed maw. Meizhen screamed, the sound smothered by the hellish orifice. She felt her face being bitten, tiny little needle pricks as the monstrous vagina tasted her tears, her sweat, her utter shame.
Sulfurous fluid spurted over the princess’s once flawless face, sweet and foul at the very same time. It leaked into her mouth and down her throat, leaving a vomitous trail down into her stomach. She was forced to drink from the font of hell, the cum of a fallen angel.
Meizhen gagged and screamed through the mass of eyrine flesh that gripped her face. Her innards caught fire, flaring up into a demented medley of agony and pleasure as the demonic discharge flayed every nerve in her body. Her guts squirmed, her nipples hardened into crushed pinpricks of sensation, her muscles tried to tear away from her bones, her clit swelled till it was a bursting penis inside her womanhood. Meizhen came, blood and cum spewing together over her crotch and thighs.
The demoness bent low over her thrashing victim, her crotch still straddling Meizhen’s tortured face. The hell-maiden began to lap the bloody cum that shot from the princess’s deformed vagina, grinning as she tasted a stew of agony spiced with ecstasy. She licked the fluid from the golden-hued thighs, reveling in the feel of feverish silky skin against her face. Her tongue slid through the matted pubic hair, teasing every bead of thick moisture from them. Then at last her tongue prodded the sopping crimson vagina, Meizhen’s labia flared to the side by the obscenely swollen clit that almost filled the vaginal passage.
The demoness took pleasure in Meizhen’s mindless thrashings as she licked that insanely sensitive flesh for the first time. Meizhen’s legs kicked and slammed against her head to no avail, her fists punching wildly against her flanks. Meizhen’s punches turned to clawing as she surrendered to the mad waves of sensation, her nails peeling away as they tried to pierce the unnaturally tough hell-spawned skin.
In desperation Meizhen bit into the demoness’ cunt splayed over her face. It was trying to bite into the thickest of leathers, her jaw muscles not powerful enough to force her small teeth into the slick substance. The demoness gave a growling laugh as she felt the princess’s pathetic attempt to bite her. It felt good, the feeling of such helpless horror and futility an aphrodisiac to one spawned in the abyss. The demoness rewarded Meizhen with another spurt of hell-cum, enjoying the renewed thrashing as the trapped human girl’s body filled with infernal fluid.
She raped Meizhen till she felt the poor woman’s body begin to break apart under her. The wild pounding of Meizhen’s heart grew ever more erratic, she felt joints dislocate and muscles pop free of tendon as the frail human body gave way.
There was one more rite to accomplish before her victim died.
The demoness began to eat. Hot human steak filled her mouth, ripped from thigh and buttock and belly. Each mouthful twitched endearingly as it was carved from Meizhen’s body and chewed to rich savory pulp, the traveled down throat till it reached the dark infernum of her stomach. The demoness could taste the meat even after it was inside her belly, taste the life and vitality as it was ripped from the dissolving flesh, taste it as it merged into her own unholy being.
Meizhen would never really die, for her flesh continued to feel even as it became part of her murderer. Her exquisite suffering, her forced and perverted pleasure, would continue as long as the demoness that ate her existed. Indeed the demoness was that stolen suffering and eternally imprisoned dying orgasm, her being a medley of evil women she had tortured and eaten since time immemorial. She was an avatar of ravenous uncaring passion, summoned by those without humility or empathy or care for the consequences of their heedless ambition. She lusted after the living flesh of women, above all the flesh and souls of those women who were in their own way just like her, only weaker.
That was the demoness’ final revenge on one who dared to summon her, one whose unthinking arrogance thought to use the forces of hell to her own end. The other women who had been eaten this day truly died, their suffering at an end, their souls free to return again. But the spirit of one who dammed herself by such an awful sin would never be granted the ease of death. Meizhen’s soul was devoured and absorbed and made to serve her mistress for all of eternity, every second of that shoreless sea of time a shrieking torment mixed with tinges of shameful pleasure.
Meizhen knew what was happening to her. She could see her once beautiful body being consumed, her mind seeing her body’s destruction as if through a tunnel of pain. She still felt every bit of her chewed and devoured flesh as if it were still connected to her, each dollop a puddle of pain that soon leached into the demoness’ substance. She quailed as she felt her very soul tugged down into that gullet, only to be suffused into the abyssal flesh, her substance gone but her soul remaining as an imprint of defiled sensation and guilt for all of time.
Meizhen had sought to perform a miracle. But miracles depend on the means used to perform them. Meizhen’s miracle had been borne of innocent death and suffering; and death and suffering was all that it could create. Meizhen had all of eternity to contemplate this truth.
THE END