The Queen’s Ascension

She could hear her master coming down the hall. By the sound of his stomping he was angry.

He bursts into the room. “Foul whore!” He snarls. “Get on your hands and knees!”

She does as her master orders. Waiting for whatever indignity would come next. Often when he was cross he would whip her ass with a leather strap.

“The gem was cursed! You told me it would bring untold riches.” Inwardly she winced.

The gem was cursed. It would bring grave misfortune to whoever possessed it. Though it technically was worth a lot as a gem. But normally she couldn’t lie to a master even by omission.

Something was changing.

“My enemies come for me. I will be imprisoned, or worse.” His hand slaps her bare ass. She winces as her sensitive skin burns. “But you my lovely beauty. You will suffer worse than I. I know the ‘Sign of Sealing’. You will be trapped in this vial for the rest of eternity.” He laughs cruelly, slapping her ass as her eyes go wide in dread.

That spell would bind her in a void slowly going mad. It was reserved for the worst of creatures. Even demons used it rarely.

“But first you will be taken by the lowest of the low. You will remember your last sexual act forever, as being taken by a pig.”

She gasps in horror, a snorting grumbling sound coming from the doorway. Two servants bring in a large tethered boar. Obviously male as its large ugly cock practically drags on the ground.

“Master please! Please no.” She begs. Oh how he loved to hear her beg. But to no avail.

“Do it!” He snarls nastily.

The servants lead the pig to her. Eagerly it hops up. It’s greasy belly pressing on her back and ass.

The tip of the beasts cock begins to jab at the back of her thighs as she continues to beg. “Please master! Not this. I’ll do anything, please!”

The cock finds it’s target. The woman shrieks as the twisted dick rams deep into her cunt. Pig balls slapping her pussylips as the beast squeals its pleasure above her.

The horrible pig thrusts into her over and over. Swiftly pounding her sensitive twat with its vile animal penis. She moans, feeling its strange shape grind up and down her insides with every shove.

Soon the pig lets out a low grunt as its cock throbs. Porcine cum filling the woman up and leaking out. Slimy animal jizz drizzling down her thigh.

As the pig, now disinterested in her, pulls away she slumps to the floor.

As pig cum leaks out of her, puddling under her belly, she thinks back on how she got to this point.

The demon Queen laughed as the opposing army began to flee. Her forces now turning the battlefield into an abattoir as they killed any human they could catch.

“Mistress, we have won the day.” Her trusted lieutenant Lilith tells her.

“Of course we have my dear.” The Queen’s pale skin glistening in the light of pyres going up. Burning the bodies of the dead and the screaming living alike.

The Queen was on her way up. She had yet to lose a battle and many free demons were rallying to her banner. Hoping that she may someday become one of the Great Lords of Hell.

She had used her succubus daughters to turn King against king in the bright lands, now she reaped what she sowed. Gathering power like a flame gathered moths.

Over centuries her enemies grew numerous and jealous, as her strength grew. Those enemies she left alive anyway.

Eventually she got too arrogant. One of her plots ran afoul of one of the Great Lords.

In a last desperate battle demons and monsters overran her crystal cathedral. As they burst into her throne room she released her most trusted daughters from their oaths of loyalty. Freeing them, bidding them to leave her. In an uncharacteristic moment of kindness she allowed her succubus’s to flee rather than force them to die by her side.

As the monstrous Lord closed its giant taloned hand around her throat the Queen thought this was truly the end as everything went black.

She awoke. The flagstones beneath her were curiously cold. As a demon she didn’t feel things like a mortal. Not pleasure or pain. And even things like warmth and cold were vastly muted.

Now she felt everything. The rough stone, a cool breeze, even the moisture in the air.

“What, what did?…” she croaks. Her throat dry.

“Your powers are gone, demonling.” A deep grumbling voice says. Seeming to come from everywhere. “I have given you a body more suitable to your new station.”

The Queen screams when the tip of a whip strikes her across her bare ass. A grinning succubus stepping out of the shadows.

“My hatred for you is mighty.” The whip strikes her again. She tries and fails to keep some dignity, she tries not to cry out. But the pain is like nothing she has ever felt. Because she never has felt pain.

“I will forgive you though, if you can make it to the bottom of this tower. All you have to do is survive and your immortality will be returned to you, as will your freedom.”

“Go!” The succubus cries in her shrill voice. “Flee, demonling!” The whip lashes her again and again.

The Queen flees in terror down some nearby stairs.

She descends into a round room. The walls covered with mirrors.

For the first time the Queen felt shame. Her beautiful nude body reflected back at her wherever she looked.

How? How could this be? Mortals felt shame. Not demons.

Her body had been changed. Her skin was still pale. Her long hair white as snow, short obsidian horns sticking out. Eyes like two perfect white pearls.

But now her talons were gone. So too her sharp teeth.

Her ass was rounder, fuller. Her whole body softer, curvier. And her breasts? Her breasts were obscenely large. F-cups at least.

Her body had been designed for sex. She knew it. She could see it. Her succubus princesses had been adept at it. Though she had never partaken in such a crass act.

Now she needed to cover herself. Cover her shame.

There was a small chest in the middle of the room. She opened it and was delighted to find clothes.

Her delight was short lived though when she lifted the robe out. It was pink and sheer. People would see everything it covered. In fact she was sure it would just make her look more erotic. More enticing.

She tried to put the obscene thing down, but found she couldn’t.

Instead, against her will she was putting it on.

She followed with a pink garter and matching thigh high stockings. She slipped on pink high heel shoes and pink elbow length gloves. Then she saw the last two objects in the chest.

She tried to move away. To flee. Yet, almost casually she pulled out a short length of black iron chain. The chain had clamps on each end. With a hiss of pain she attached one then the other to her nipples. The chain short enough that it tugged her larger breasts closer together.

Then she reached in and pulled out a pink leather dog collar. The word ‘Whore’ was engraved into it with gold filigree.

As she stood up she thought she looked ridiculous. No like a cheap whore. Which is what the Lord wanted of course.

It was definitely taking a toll on her confidence.

She wanted out of this room where she was forced to look at herself like this.

Searching she finally found a tunnel covered by one of the mirrors. She was forced to crawl on hands and knees like a supplicant, humiliating herself even further.

This whole tower must be designed to humble her.

‘Well no matter.’ She thought. ‘I will persevere, and when I am free gather my power once again. Then I shall have my revenge.’ She slowly crawled through the tunnel that wound down and around into the next floor of the tower.

White hair down around her face she didn’t notice the demons standing around her as she crawled into the next room.

Suddenly there were chuckles and laughter around her, and she gasped at a sharp pain when someone slapped her raised ass.

“He he! A Queen no more! Looks like a whore to me.” Says a voice nearby.

“Ha! Yeah! And beggin’ for it on hands and knees!” Says another.

She looks up to find herself surrounded by a dozen scrawny red demons. Not warriors or leaders. These were the dregs. Slaves and lickspittles.

Their greedy hands grabbed at her. She struggled, but her new form was not built for strength. Puny and pathetic as these demons were she was no match for them.

Their cruel hands pulled her hair, slapped her face. They spanked her and groped her big breasts.

“Stop this! I command you!” She yelled. But they just laughed.

“Shut up whore!” One of them orders, and slaps her face a few times. Putting her back into her place.

More docile now, the former Queen hangs her head in shame. She grunts as a rough hand grabs and squeezes her cunny.

Then, without ceremony, her virginity is ripped away by one of these nameless, pathetic, worthless demons.

The Whore gasps as a bumpy, leathery cock grinds its way up her innocent pussy.

Scaly hands grip her round ass as the demon fucks her from behind. Her whole body jiggling with each thrust. Strange and unfamiliar sensations flowing through her. Tingling spreads from her abused cunt to her pinched nipples, then to the very tip of her scalp.

Laughing, another demon starts rubbing his foul cock against her face. “Ha ha, whore. Open up, time to suck!”

She winces and turns away, but a few slaps from the demon and she opens her mouth like a tame bitch.

The rough cock slides along her tongue and its fat tip pokes her throat.

Hating herself for it, but not wanting to be punished further, the Whore begins to do her best to please the repulsive demon. Sucking and licking his nasty dick while she gets fucked from behind. And others abuse her tits, waiting to take their turn at her.

The Whore is humiliated further when her body gives in. Her thighs tremble and she moans. Her whole body begins to shudder as the depraved demons force her to orgasm. They have a good laugh at her shame.

Then she feels the cock in her pussy twitch and shoot its foul load into her. He pulls his slimy dick out, but is quickly replaced by another laughing demon. Eager to fuck the once proud woman.

Grabbing her silvery white hair, the demon to her front forces her head to stay up as he pulls his cock out of her mouth and shoots string after string of foul stinking jizz on her face. Laughing at her disgust.

He goes to lie down as another eager rapist quickly shoves his cock down her throat.

Over and over the Whore is fucked. The demons abusing her. Cumming on her ass, her face, in her hair. Even on her new giant tits when she is forced to hold them together so a demon can fuck her between them.

Each time they finish they go and curl up in a corner. Falling quickly asleep.

Finally, covered in their disgusting cum, she is the only one left awake.

Demoralized she finds a door leading out and down. Quickly she leaves. Not triumphantly like she was used to, but fleeing like a defeated coward.

The next floor down has a small pool. Quickly she strips, everything but her collar and nipple clamps. Eager to get clean.

But when she approaches the pool she finds her way blocked by an invisible barrier.

“Ah, ah, ah! You can’t use my pool without paying my toll.” A voice from an alcove in the room. A spot she hadn’t noticed before.

The speaker is an ugly fat toadlike demon sitting on a gold throne.

“There’s the exit.” He motions to a door. “Or you can crawl to me and beg.” The ugly frog smiles at her.

She had been a queen. To willingly prostrate herself, just to use a bath. And yet she wanted the foul jizz off of her.

The demon croaks happily when she gets to hands and knees and crawls to his feet.

“P … Please sir. May I use your bath?” She begs.

“Ha, good. You still have to pay though.” He spreads his legs revealing a big fat bumpy cock.

Whimpering softly she leans forward and sucks the frog dick into her mouth. Doing her best to please the toad.

The fat demon giggles and claps his hands delightedly above her as the Whore’s head bobs up and down on his cock.

Eventually he grabs her hair and pulls her off his dick. “Now it’s time for you to climb up and use that sweet cunt of yours.” He tells her.

‘Not this!’ She thinks. To willingly fuck him. How low could she sink.

But, submissively, she climbs into his lap. Straddling the big cock that had so recently been in her mouth.

With a moan she lowers herself. Allowing the thick rod to stretch her cunny wide. To slide deep inside her. Then, the Whore begins bouncing up and down. Fucking herself. Wrapping her arms around his thick toad neck for support. A willing partner in her own violation.

Her body quickly betrays her once again as she trembles to another orgasm.

“Ahh, I see you are quickly learning your place, whore. Who you truly are.”

She tries to hold back tears. It can’t be true. She can’t so easily have become a fuck toy. Willing to be used by whatever foul beast comes along.

The toad demon croaks loudly as he cums deep in her twat, then tosses her to the floor. Like a piece of used garbage.

Humiliated she crawls to the bath and washes herself off. Then, unable to stop herself, she puts her lingerie back on.

Shamed she exits from the toads room. And walks down another level. This level has a corridor running along the outer tower. One with windows.

Looking out she can see that she is hundreds of feet up.

Getting an idea, she climbs out the window onto a small ledge.

Carefully she climbs down a level. And another.

It was working! She could just pass up the whole tower.

Then she heard a strange chittering. And flapping of leathery wings. Imps! Quickly the little flying demons flock around her. Their little hands begin pinching and groping at her.

She grabs the wall for dear life. Unable to fight back in her vulnerable position. She clenches her eyes as little hands spread her pussylips. A little fist rams up her moist twat.

Her body begins to tremble. The hands all over her pushing her over the edge.

Her body goes weak, and as she orgasms she falls off the ledge.

Instead of plummeting to her doom, the little imps catch her. Leather wings beating as they hold her aloft. Her arms and legs spread, leaving her helpless as a few of the little demons land on her body.

Their cocks, large for their small size dripping slimy pre-cum as they explore her.

Quickly an imp positions itself between her spread thighs and plunges its cock in her. Chittering happily at the helpless Whore.

Another crawls onto her face. Pressing its dick against her lips. Willingly she opens up and sucks the little monster. Not wanting to risk their anger, and getting dropped to the rocks far below.

A third tugs and yanks painfully on the chain clamped to her nipples. Causing her to squeal and moan.

The whole flock of imps take their turns fucking her body. Then when they have all satisfied themselves with her they fly her back to the tower. To a large open patio garden.

Laughing they drop her nearly naked body into a group of thorn bushes.

She gasps and whimpers at the little thorns painfully pricking her newly sensitive body.

Carefully, slowly she crawls out. Moaning at the pain.

Finally free her still demonic body quickly heals the little scrapes and punctures she received. As does her cursed lingerie.

Perhaps her immortality hadn’t been taken?

The next room was some sort of a trap.

There were two ropes stretching from one wall to the large stone door leading out. Along the ropes were gold statues of cruel looking monsters. Each one held a leather whip.

Inspecting the door she found it locked. With no keyhole.

At the top of the door was a round hole, half a foot wide.

The higher rope was strung through the hole. At the far end the rope had a corresponding gold cylinder that obviously belonged in the gap.

Crossing the room she stepped too near a statue and it struck out with its whip. Swiftly she rolled out of the way. Barely avoiding the strike. Then the statue returned to its previous stance, as if nothing had happened.

Inspecting the gold cylinder she found that it seemed to be enchanted. It wouldn’t move at all unless both her hands were on it.

Also, the rope to which it was attached was held fast by a contraption attached to the bottom rope. It seemed that pushing down on the bottom rope would release the top. But with only two hands. She couldn’t move the cylinder and push on the rope as well.

The lower rope was covered in slime, and had a large knot every half a foot or so.

Putting her foot on the slimy rope she pushed it down, releasing the top. She grabs the cylinder and uses it to help steady herself as she hops along. Keeping pressure with one foot.

When she gets to the first statue though she lets go of the cylinder to avoid the whip.

When she releases it the top rope quickly reverses. Drawing the cylinder back to the wall.

She tries again. And again. Even accepting the strike from the whip. Crying out at the line of fire across her ass.

Yet she cannot maintain her grip and her balance. Not on one foot.

With dawning horror she realizes what she must do.

She realizes how the trap is meant to humble her further.

With resignation she steps over the lower rope. Letting it snuggle tightly against her crotch. Releasing the upper rope.

Reaching up she grasps the gold cylinder. Her arms above her head. She feels very vulnerable as she eyes the first statue.

Gritting her teeth she begins moving forward. Toward the locked door at the far end of the room.

The rough rope, covered in slime easily slips between her pussylips. Rubbing against her most sensitive parts.

Then she reaches the first knot. It pushes against her clit. Sending thrills through her body. Then it spreads her cunt as it grinds harshly through her netherlips.

Still walking the Whore moans as she approaches the second knot. She grimaces as she has no choice but to violate herself on the large clot of rope.

Three, four, five knots. She almost forgets the first statue she is so preoccupied with the rope abuse. Then CRACK! She screams as the lash strikes her large breast.

Passing the cruel statue it seems it will only strike once each pass.

With a whimper she looks ahead at the dozen statues and a couple hundred more knots.

Nearly half way. Her body won’t stop trembling. Her ass and tits burn where the whips have struck. Still she presses on.

But a few more feet push her over the edge. Her orgasm hits her hard. Her body shudders. A large knot nestled in her pussy rubbing against her buzzing clit. Her hands slip. She can hear the whirring of the top rope. As she falls to her hands and knees.

Her head hangs down, white hair pooling on the floor as she weeps in frustration. A loud CLUNK! Signals the cylinder’s return to the wall.

Finally she stands back up. Dejected she walks back to the beginning.

Her sore pussy throbbing as she straddles the rope once again.

The second time down the rope an orgasm hits her much sooner. Her body so sensitive. Yet she determinedly keeps her grip. She squeals as the whips strike her over and over.

She orgasms again and again. The rope a constant reminder of her weakness. The knots like a cruel lover’s fingers. Violating her anew with each passing knot.

After an eternity her trembling exhausted body reaches the door. The gold cylinder slides right in and with a loud click the door opens.

Exhausted the Whore crawls across the threshold and lies down to rest.

Her sleep is short lived. The room, another garden, rustles. Leaves passing aside as tendrils slide out and wrap around the woman’s arms and legs. Dragging her into the foliage.

Weeping with frustration, she is too tired, too weak to fight back.

The tendrils slither all over her body. Large bumpy nubs push at her wet cunt. Easily penetrating far up her abused fuck hole.

Then she screams. Something pushes at her asshole. It feels huge to her tight anal bud. And it burns as it presses inside her.

Her tears wet the ground as the plants fuck both her holes.

Eventually the plants grow tired of violating her and simply let her go.

Wearily she moves on.

Level after level. Room after room. The Whore is violated and raped and abused over and over. Sometimes there are tests where she must show her submission. Sometimes just hands of monsters to fuck her. The tower seemed to be endless.

Finally she opens a final door and steps out into the cold red light of this nightmare land.

A voice booms out. “You have survived my tower little Whore. I release you from my wrath. I return to you your immortality.”

A soft glow surrounds her for a moment. When she opens her eyes she appears no different.

She still has large tits. A round ass. “What about my body?” She asks to laughter.

Then unnoticed a man leans down and clips a heavy chain to her collar.

“No I am free!” She protests as the man leads her away.

“I merely said I would release you. What happens after is none of my concern.”

Her new cruel master laughs at the joke.

The Whore recognizes him. One of her many enemies who had escaped her cruelty. She shivered, fearing the terrible fate that surely waited for her.

Her cruel master abused her for many long years.

Then she was traded to another of her enemies. Over and over she was traded bought and sold. Her body was a playground for the pleasure of her many masters.

She soon came to realize that her immortality was a curse.

She had no name. Only called Whore like it said on her collar. The only thing her masters could not take from her.

Centuries passed. She was given to a dark lord who had been forced to rebuild himself from nothing after she had crushed him in her former life. A life that she had already mostly forgotten.

He erected an arena. Somewhere for his minions to enjoy the show. Into this cruel place she was shoved. Looking around to see six large ugly demons. Brutes. Unthinking, nearly animals.

They took it in turn to rape her in front of the cheering crowd, and her new owner.

When they were done she prepared to get taken away. Probably to please her master personally. But the beasts simply started again. Over and over they violated her.

Hours passed and night fell. Her master left and the crowd thinned. Yet still the raping went on.

Into the next day, and the next.

Weeks passed. Then months.

Only her demonic resilience kept her alive. All she knew was the relentless brutal fucking.

Finally after a year she was dragged out. Washed and dragged before her master. Nude except for her collar.

“You have survived the arena,” he said from his throne of bone.

The Whore merely hung her head in submission.

The arena had blasted away the last of who she had been. Gone was the proud demon Queen. Now she truly was just a Whore.

“As a reward I shall give you a name. Does that please you?”

“As my master wishes.” She says meekly.

“In honor of your station and the six demons you have pleasured, I dub thee Syx.” He leans forward, and with a clawed talon does what no master has done before. He cuts off her collar.

“What is your name!” He demands.

“Syx master.” She responds. She can feel the name burning itself into her mind as she says it. A chain on her soul, stronger even than the collar had been around her neck.

The master laughs deeply. “Your old name is gone. None will be able to remember it now. Now there is only Syx.”

That afternoon she was sold to a new master. A disgusting slug demon. Foul and ugly. Yet he used her new name and there was something comforting in that.

She found she wanted to please it. Rubbing her beautiful naked body against Tampa slimy skin. Enjoying every foul act it wanted to preform.

She pleased it. And happily pleased every foul master after.

No longer could she be humiliated or dishonored. She was a willing and dutiful slave.

Centuries passed.

Lying in a pool of pig cum, Syx wonders what has changed. How was she able to betray her master?

Not that it mattered as he draws circles around her body and chants his spell.

She stares at the emerald flask sitting nearby on the floor.

Oh how it sparkles. So pretty. Getting bigger and bigger and…

THE END