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Ashes	By : SelbenCoirlo Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 8216 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gargoyles, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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WARNING: Not for the weak of constitution
This chapter contains: MDom, FDom, F/F, humil, semi-mind control, MM/F, torture, rape, mutilation, minor scat

Chapter 4: Punishment

“What about Evan?” Demona asked her with her mouth covered, fingers probing gently at her smashed nose.

“What about him?” Miriam asked, amused. “I told him there weren’t any rules. Well, I suppose I didn’t tell him that killing you wouldn’t be enough to stop you, but I wanted to see what would happen. I always hated that little prick anyway. Listen,” she said, leaning forward intently over Edgar’s head until the tips of her long gray hair ran gently across his featureless back. “If there’s ever someone I care that you don’t kill, I assure you that I will either let you know or make it so that it’s physically impossible for you to do so.”

Her pale blue eyes flickered for a moment and met Kyle’s above her shoulder. Demona yelped as he yanked on her hair once more, and as Edgar stood up Kyle threw the gargoyle woman at him. Edgar caught her by the shoulders before her face slammed into the floor, and he slowly turned around and pushed her face where his had just been, between Miriam’s slender and pale thighs. As Kyle walked by Miriam ran one hand along his belly and he sighed with relief and let his hands fall to his sides, the deep lesion of Demona’s claws healed.

Demona looked up at Miriam and growled, her glowing red eyes showing in lurid and surreal detail the curves and folds of Miriam’s cunt as she snarled. Miriam smiled down at her, her expression a strange mix of lust and kindness, as she ran one warm hand through Demona’s red mane.

“I wouldn’t bite, honey,” she said slowly, smiling, and Demona gasped as she felt the woman’s foot caressing her cunt, felt the juices dripping from her in an insane feedback loop of terrified arousal. “Unless you want another mouth full of ashes like last time.” She felt the heavy pressure of Edgar’s cock pressing into her back just above the base of her tail. She heard a harsh crunching noise and looked frantically around the room only to see Kyle standing beside the brazier, looking at her amusedly and occasionally plucking one of the burning coals from the fire and popping it into his mouth like a piece of candy, crunching it between his jaws and swallowing. She moaned in desperate arousal as Miriam’s foot ran across her cunt once more, now slick with her fluids. And without volition Demona’s hips slowly began grinding up to meet the teasing foot.

She couldn’t stop; the lustful and humiliated whines worked their way out with every relentless thrust of her hips, her tongue fell out of her mouth loosely as she panted with lust. Tears of humiliation filled her eyes and without ever wanting to her face tipped forward. The red light of her eyes refracted in crystalline shapes through her tears, casting dazzling stained glass red patterns on the inside of Miriam’s thighs. Demona tasted Miriam’s cunt, not sure why, her body and mind and tongue overruled by the all-consuming aura of lust. The woman’s juices tasted smoky like a mass pyre, and throughout it all she smelled the same unrecognizable scent of wilted flowers. Miriam’s hand ran through her hair, and Demona screamed into her with agonized arousal, her orgasmic fluids spraying dark and heavy onto the carpet.

Miriam smiled in sadistic satisfaction as Demona knelt, deep and ragged sobs shaking her frame as she cried into Miriam’s cunt. It was the worst humiliation she had known in a thousand years; not just rape, but a complete and utter betrayal of her own body, becoming a whore for another woman, a human woman even (although she knew Miriam wasn’t truly human, at least any more, it made no difference). She had always thought she was strong. She thought she could live alone. But after one day in this woman’s clutches she had been reduced to this, to a homosexual whore toy, and even now she couldn’t stop herself from crying into another woman’s wet and smoky crotch.

“Why are you crying, dear?” Miriam’s voice whispered in her ear. She could feel the woman’s hair tickling the back between her wings. “Your punishment hasn’t begun. This was the fun part,” she hissed, with a terrifying smile that Demona could only hear as she sobbed into the woman’s crotch.

Edgar roughly pulled her away, and with a shriek Demona spun and raked the claws of her left hand across his face. He fell back silently, bringing one huge hand to his face and gazing at her balefully with pale blue eyes from between his fingers. She hopped back from him, wings fluttering pointlessly in the enclosed space, and stood there a moment as the three brothers looked at her. Kyle smirked and popped another glowing red coal into his mouth, crunching it loudly between metallic teeth. She looked at Miriam as she lounged back on her bed. Demona howled in wordless rage and violation, fangs lit white, face smeared with Miriam’s juices, slender blue ass still crusty with her own rancid filth from the day before. Her scream was long and harsh, and Robert watched her sadly as step by step he walked up to her. The scream ended and she started to inhale for another one when he drove his fist into her solar plexus.

Demona fell into his arms. She tried to breathe but her lungs wouldn’t obey. Robert turned her around in his arms and pulled her back against him, his hands coming up to hold her bloody breasts, the nipples still hard with arousal. She panicked, her tail whipping around behind her frantically, eyes rolling madly upwards towards the ceiling. One death by asphyxia was more than enough for her. This room’s ceiling was also painted black, she noticed. Robert’s hands were hard like wood but curiously warm with life. Finally, she forced air into her lungs with a long shuddering inhalation.

“This one’s got some spunk, mom.” Kyle said through a mouthful of coals, black smoke spilling thick from his nostrils as he spoke. “Did you just pick her for the freakshow crowd or was it her personality?”

Miriam lounged back and looked up at the night time ceiling and smiled quietly. She played her fingers across her crotch and sighed contentedly. “Neither. This is a personal thing.” She licked her lips and sat back up. “Don’t you think you’re about ready? I think it’s time you two got to know our guest.”

Demona moaned in despair as Robert forced her to kneel on the floor, pushing her face into the mattress of the gigantic bed. She murmured under her breath as she heard the clank of a belt buckle, as one hard wooden hand grabbed near the base of her tail and pushed it to the side. She murmured over and over again, like a mantra, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,” and the words came faster and faster until they all ran together into one horrible moan of agonized anticipation. Miriam sat on the bed and watched, masturbating herself with gradually increasing intensity, and the waves of lust flowed from her and into everyone else. Demona started crying again as the terrible arousal took hold, as some tiny and hated and betraying part of her started to eagerly anticipate being raped.

When it came, it was even worse than she’d imagined. Unlike Evan, Robert’s prick truly was hard and unyielding as wood, and he was far stronger. He ripped the delicate muscles of her asshole to shreds as with one smooth thrust he forced his way into her. She screamed and writhed, but though her claws scraped at him and came away with chunks of splintered wood he ignored it and forced his way into her over and over again, his cock like unpolished wood tearing her up, lubricated only by her blood and shit. It felt like her intestines were on fire.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed any more. It was all the same, all just a horrible pain beneath her tail. Bits of splintered wood had broken free and tore agonizingly at her bowels with each thrust. She cried like a child now, unashamed, beyond even humiliation now, until finally the merciless thrusts slowed and she prayed that it was over. She looked through tearful eyes and saw a nightmare before her.

It was Kyle, yet it was not. Black smoke came from his nose and ears and mouth. He was completely naked now, and for the first time ever he had a sort of color to him, a dull and faintly luminescent red. He laughed as he came towards her, sending puffs of black smoke into the air which obscured his face. She stared at him in uncomprehending and childish terror, and though she was pinned in place by the ravaging prick in her ass her legs flailed, trying desperately to escape the apparition before her. She shrieked in pain as one clawed foot grazed him, as the flesh of her foot smoked and bubbled from the heat of his body, and as her gaze fell upon his faintly glowing phallus she moaned and began to babble. She couldn’t speak in words any more; she spoke in gibberish and begged for mercy with nonsense. He reached for her and she shrieked as he grabbed at one muscular blue thigh, shrieked as he pried her legs open with the meat of her legs sizzling beneath his grasp. The screams were meaningless, instinctive, and the force of them ripping their way out of her was almost another rape of the throat and the lungs. Her pubic hair sizzled to nothing as he positioned himself. Her eyes rolled wildly in her head, flickering red on and off.

He pushed into her cunt.

The flesh of her genitals bubbled and melted as he fucked her, bits of them charring and falling to the floor in crispy black chunks. As he pulled out of her bits of her cunt stuck to him like glue. Her clit melted into ruined pieces of nerve and meat. Miriam’s lust filled her, and as Edgar pushed into his creator and the tip of an orgasm tickled at Demona’s mind she also felt sharp pangs of hunger. She hadn’t eaten in a day and a half and the smell of cooking flesh, of HER cooking flesh was just too delicious. Strands of spit dripped thickly from her screaming mouth, and Kyle reached up to massage her breasts. He leaned in to kiss her on one cheek, the marks of his lips showing smoking black melted flesh blue, and then he slowly extended his tongue and licked up one side of her face. Her eye burst in a spray of blood and ocular jelly. Bits of rendered fat were dripping from her nipples and landing, sizzling, on her belly, leaving a burnt-flesh trail to a pool of hot fat in her navel.

Kyle grunted, and cauterized her womb with a flood of red hot liquid. Robert sighed, and released clumps of sticky semen into her intestines. With a sneer Kyle reached up and jammed one glowing red finger into her other eye, destroying it and leaving her in darkness. He pulled out of her, crispy melted chunks of her cunt and uterus stuck to his cock which he yanked off and tossed away in distaste. Robert lifted her off of him, slowly at first but yanking at her hips and tail when she didn’t immediately come free. Finally he managed to rip his prick from her digestive tract, but took substantial chunks of it with him. He dropped her and backed away in disgust as a torrent of bloody shit slopped out of her prolapsed and shredded asshole.

Miriam moaned in satisfaction as another orgasm wracked through her. Demona lay upon the ground in a pile of filth, mutilated beyond any mortal hope of recovery; blinded, spayed, gutted. And through the huge and insurmountable wave of pain, she could only feel two things; on was that little spark, that friendly little spark of madness that had kept her alive for a thousand years.

And the other was Miriam’s lust, which became her lust. She passed into unconsciousness with a sense of smug satisfaction at her own destruction. Imaginary orgasms wracked her ruined sex organs as the darkness closed in.
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