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-He died as an old, fat child molester. He seems beautiful, for you are seeing only his soul, and not his body. The soul is perfect. Even sin cannot stain it. Sin is only good for throwing monsters down into this pit.
The whip cracked viciously.
After what seemed to be an eternity, Carla and the demon arrived to the gates of the black fortress, which was guarded by a troop of fiends. They were similar in appearance to Carla's custodian. They were armed with tridents.
-Kneel, slut -- they ordered Carla.
She complied, scared.
-You are in Lepernel, one of the Seven Cities of Hell. You we will be suffering the rest of eternity here, as a slave to his Infernal Majesty's Household -- said one of the demons.
Suddenly, it slapped her face, dropping her to the floor, rattling her chains.
-That is so you know you are now a slave. She felt hands on her. They leashed her with a length of chain, and dragged her into the walls.
She was taken to a dark dungeon, where she was branded with white-hot iron on her thigh. The symbol she now bore was a letter, one very similar to a K. They told her it was the first letter for the word "slave" in Firespeech, the language of Hell, this, after they had beaten her into silence . They had hurt her breasts, hitting her with thin whips made of what seemed to be wire.
She was chained by the neck to a ring in a tiny cell. The ceiling was so low she had to remain on her belly. She cried until her pretty face was damp with tears. She had done horrible things, she knew. She had always been merciless, cruel, but now she found longing for mercy, for pity. They had broken her, easily, effortlessly it seemed.
She had always been beautiful in life, as she was in Hell. She had golden brown hair, a creamy complexion, huge breasts, a soft belly, flaring hips and a round ass. Her face was equally gorgeous, with large, dreamy brown eyes. Her lips were smooth and rosy.
She didn't remember how long she had been locked up when he walked in. It was another fallen angel, only this one seemed larger, and was more flamboyantly dressed. It wore what seemed to be a white silk tunic threaded with gold. Golden jewelry adorned him, as well as an intangible sense of dread.
Behind him there knelt a naked man. He was a slave, Carla saw, for he was collared, and the demon held his leash in his hand. The slave's navel was pierced, and a shiny jewel hung from it. He kept his eyes low, humbly. He was blond and blue eyed, and, sure enough, beautiful.
The iron door to her kennel fell open with a crash, but no one had touched it. Suddenly, Carla felt she was being dragged. Her leash had detached from the wall and now flew towards the Demon's belt, where it secured itself, pulling her with it. She cried out as the stone floor scratched her skin.
-Come here little slave -- said the demon as this happened.
-Please don't hurt me! Please I beg you sir! I will do anything! Please don't whip me again! I am sorry! I am sorry for what I did! Please! I beg- She stopped.
A red silk gag had appeared around her mouth, shutting her up. The brand on her was suddenly on fire, sending stinging waves of pain through her body.
-Silence slave! -- commanded the demon -- you will speak only when I wish it!
The pain on her thigh subsided. She then swore to herself that she would never disobey this creature. She was in Hell, and if there was anything that would make eternity less painful, then she would do it.
The gag disappeared. This time she didn't open her mouth, and this pleased the demon.
-I am Asha' nung, Commander of Hell, loyal to its legitimate Master, King Lucifer, the Bearer of Despair. From now on, my word is your command. You will address me, and any dark angel, as Master. Your soul is now mine, and you exist for my pleasure. Do you understand?
-Yes Master -- answered Carla, not daring to look up at him.
He extended his right foot out to her. -Kiss it.
Carla obeyed, pressing her lips to his red skin, desp