Limewah's Hypnovember 2025
Day 29 - Demon (Flarfenarfle)

The moment Anastasia laid eyes on the beast in the small chamber, she blanched. The snowy owl sorceress' plumage shuddered and puffed out. She reflexively took a step back, only to bump into the broad-shouldered demoness behind her.
"In," the equine demoness snapped, pushing Anastasia in and following close behind before slamming it shut.
Like everything else in Mentiri Prison, the largest prison complex in the Hells, it was all made of stone and steel, depressingly, menacingly featureless.

The beast in the room looked down at her with gleaming red eyes from a flesh-red, skeletal-shaped head. The demon resembled a gangly, desiccated corpse that had been coated with thin strips of raw rotting meat, and it smelled the part too. It was at least 10 feet tall, and was hunched down to fit into the room. Behind it was a huge set of double doors - presumably the way into the prison complex itself. 
If it weren't for her being shackled by the neck and kept on a tight chain by the demoness jailer behind her, Anastasia would have wondered if she was expected to slay this thing before having the privilege of being imprisoned…
She needed to save some of her magic for when she found her friend Hulgaz, and broke her free.
She knew she'd want to exact some payback on the violet skinned demoness who had her bound in magic-suppressing chains. She'd been far too rough with Anastasia. Not to mention she'd been leering at her body.
"What… is that thing?" Anastasia asked.

"This is a Gulthir," the jailer said. "He's part of your on-boarding. Just hold still. This part'll be quick."
The blank space where a mouth 'should have been' tore open, leaving a gaping, putrid maw, and loomed down. The chains pulled tight, holding Anastasia in place. She screamed into that open mouth - fat lot of good that did - as darkness descended over her. 

Sulfur and moist heat surrounded her. She felt the distinct nauseating feeling of being lifted upside down. The toothless maw worried at her body and squeezed, keeping her clamped in place. The lips pushed down, the gullet squeezed, and Anastasia tried not to gag as she slid down the demon's throat.

The inside of the Gulthir's stomach was thick with enzymes, and as Anastasia was churned around inside, she was wrapped in a film of the stringy, thick slime. The film grew thicker with each revolution. She began to feel dizzy and vague. More of it started to cover her eyes, tinging everything a bright white… it embraced her vision, slipped in through the ducts to supplant her tears… and, mere moments later, she felt a soothing blankness consuming her mind…
She had time for one final thought, before the pleasure overtook her and she slipped into an ensorcelled state. 

She cooed softly, her body squirming within that dark mass. Another milky blob was forming between her legs, and a hand unconsciously slipped between them. Just one touch was electrifying. Her walls felt so silky smooth and wet, and her fingers glided along like they were on ice. Her muscles relaxed, and her fingers slid in deeper. A twinge of pleasure blindsided her, made her gasp and clench and almost cum on the spot. She tended to have a hair-trigger when she was mind-controlled; it excited her on a visceral level, as much as her conscious mind hated it.

The stomach shifted around her, the body she was nestled inside staggered… And a voice rumbled and vibrated all around her. She was too deep in her daze to parse it.

The chains were pulled tight, and a sudden, sharp yank pulled Anastasia right out of the Gulthir in one quick, violent tug.
The veneer of stomach-mucus around Anastasia was so thick, it almost completely cushioned her fall against the hard floor. She quivered on the floor for a moment, re-adjusting to the admittedly dim light of the chamber.
The Gulthir coughed and groaned, wiping its mouth with its forearm.
"Must you be so rough… you nearly turned me inside out…"
"You look like yer inside out already!" the jailer shot back.
"Watch how you speak to me… you know what would happen if I got you in my stomach…"

Anastasia was rising to her feet as this conversation went on, and she stood up straight, very still. Her eyes were covered with two thick blobs of pale white mucus. If one looked hard enough, they could see her eyes beneath them… now pupil-less and iris-less.
She turned slowly towards the Gulthir.
"What is your bidding, Master?" she said, her voice a quiet, blank murmur.
"Do whatever that one says," the creature gurgled dismissively. "My shift is up…" it hissed through its wound-mouth, which was already starting to close. "Have… a good weekend… Xanthippe…"
"You too, Kaya!"
"That is not my name."

The demoness chuckled and rolled her eyes as the Gulthir stooped and stepped out of the room, slamming the metal door shut behind it.
"Gulthirs all look the same to me," she said with a laugh.
Anastasia just swayed. Her hand dove back between her legs, unable to keep away from the lubricating slime. Her beak fell open and she moaned, low and long.
Xanthippe chuckled low and long, giving the chain a yank and pulling the owl to her. She swatted Anastasia's hand away from her cunny.
"Ah ah ah~ Hands off prison property…" she growled gleefully, her breath sweet and acrid. Her long claws took the place of Anastasia's hand and slid right inside.
Her fingering was far rougher, her hot fingers making the cold lubricant mucus much warmer… Anastasia gasped and shuddered.
"Mmmh, good bird. Definitely gonna have fun playing with you… holy ones are always the best fucks."
Anastasia cooed softly, staring blankly into space through the white blobs on her face. She simply allowed herself to be played with. Little better than a doll, a plaything for this jailer.

"Now," the hell-demon said, her forked tongue tracing along the side of Anastasia's head, close to her ear.
"Be a good bird and tell mama Xanthippe… what's a mortal like you doing in the Hells? You don't just blunder down here…"
"Mmmmh…" Anastasia moaned, her foot-claws scraping at the floor as she kept her fingers buried in her quivering cloaca. "Here to… save a-ah… friend... we were going to break him out once… we all got imprisoned…"
"We?" the demoness' voice brightened in concert with a devilish smile. "Oh, you're not alone? Pray tell, where might they be now?"

Anastasia betrayed her party's location without even a second's hesitation. And as the owl described each of them, the demoness already started considering who she might be able to pawn each and every one of them off to. Why arrest them and throw them in Mentiri when she could curry some favour with some people in high places…?

—

It was easier to reach around Anastasia from behind to grip her tits, since her wings had been clipped. Xanthippe bounced Anastasia on her flared cock as she sat on her new piece of furniture in her private quarters. The Gulthir's spell had long worn off. But the cursed collar around Anastasia's neck ensured she stayed compliant. All she could do was moan and mewl and grind.

Three images were projected in front of them, from three separate scrying orbs.
The fates of each of her party members were laid bare within each one.

In one image was Utahime and Cula. Utahime had once been a straw-furred kitsune, a loyal, strong-willed fighter. Now, she was a disgusting beast. Half her fur had sloughed off, revealing vile, bloated brown slug-flesh beneath. A smiling mouth dripped with acrid ooze, stretching wider than would have been possible for her pre corruption. Her fox tails had turned to slimy long tendrils, and each of them were wrapped around her wife to keep her close behind. The grey-furred folf followed in a mindless daze, stumbling and slipping in the trails of slug-slime left on the slick stone floor of Baabezul's throne room. What did she see in her mind's eye? Did she still see the kitsune she loved beneath the foul-smelling, slimy creature? Was she hallucinating and dissociating to shield her mind from the horrors? Or was her mind already gone, disintegrated beneath the stench and the slime…?
The pair stood before Baabezul. "Utahime"s tendrils roved around Cula's body, lifting her up and smothering her within their wriggling mass. 
"This one's very tasssty…" the former fox gurgled. "I have had pllllenty of time to tassste over the yyyyears…."
The massive slug-demon grinned, showing putrid teeth beneath swollen lips. 
"You do make a delicious pair, yes… you will make fine entertainment."

"Wonder if he's gonna eat them or fuck them…" Xanthippe wondered aloud, hilting herself inside Ana and grasping her tit hard. "Looks like Lady Fierna's made up her mind with her prize~"

Another image showed a huge leonine tabaxi. Rusted-Iron's hill-giant ancestry was evident in his broad shoulders and muscular frame. But there was none of the confident swagger that Anastasia knew him to have. He was rolling around on his back pathetically. An enchanted bell on a collar around his neck tinkled away. Fierna, the petite yet fierce ruler of Phlegethos, sat on Rusted-Iron's stomach while digging her claws into the soft flesh just below his ribs. He kicked and purred and mewled like a kitten, his eyes rippling with rings of gold every time the bell rang. Right now, it had to stay on to keep his conscious thoughts at bay. But before too much longer he would be completely docile, a subservient purring thing for his new Mistress.
"Awwwww, you're such a GOOD little kittycat~" Fierna's spaded tail was wrapped around Rusted-Iron's bright red cock. "Keep purring like that, and it's going to be hard for mommy to resist the urge to fuck you… don't wanna burn you to a crisp just yet, now do I…"

"She doesn't need to know we're watching," Xanthippe growled into Anastasia's ear. "Zariel, though…"

In the third and final scry, the armoured shape of a half-orc was knelt forward in fealty. Above the figure floated a pale, bald-headed figure with wings that resembled a butterfly ablaze.
She was clad in black, chitinous armour with a flowing robe from the waist down. She was also staring right at the 'viewers' of the scry.
She did not smile. But there was a hint of pleasured gratitude in those furious, burning eyes.
"Rise, Uram."
As Uram obeyed, one could see his eyes, gleaming like angry coals. His skin was milk-white and sallow, his hair and eyebrows singed away. 
He held a war-pick in his hand, and he used the flat side to to beat at his armoured chest like it was a war drum. With each strike, he spoke a new vow.
"I will rend. I will tear. I will crush. In your name."
His sense of self had been seared away under Zariel's violent flame. There was not a trace of the stoic, yet nervous paladin. He was nothing more than a weapon now.

"Alright, we've seen enough of them… Let's focus on you n' me instead. Gotta make sure I can enjoy my retirement present…~"
Xanthippe dispelled the images with a wave of her clawed hand, and dragged her rough, spaded tongue along the side of Anastasia's neck. She fucked her faster, her girth distending her flexible insides. Her corruptive cum was leaking out from the owl's pussy. Each thrust made Anastasia gasp - with pain, pleasure, or both. Even though the demoness had been fucking her practically non-stop, filling her holes whenever she had the opportunity to… it was impossible to get used to it. Each new rut was as toe-curling as the last. 

"And what about Hulgaz…?" Xanthippe wondered aloud, though she knew the answer already. "How do you think she's doing?"

The tiefling moaned beneath Xanthippe, her tongue lapping needily along the demoness' taint as she breathed in her musk. Xanthippe squeezed her glutes around the tiefling girl's face and felt her buckle beneath her. Hulgaz's tongue and lips had been used for hurling insults or wicking spit at her captors… now, they were being put to much better use. She licked till she was sore, and then kept going. Day in, day out. Keeping her Mistress' cunt and tailhole polished at all times.
Xanthippe laughed at the sound of Hulgaz's whimpers pushing down harder against her seat's face before grabbing Ana's thighs and slamming her all the way down to the hilt of her owner's horse-cock…. and letting out a loud, triumphant cry as she filled her fuck-hole yet again.

Xanthippe had played her cards perfectly. Currying favour with just the right people, sending that party full of Chosen Ones off as gifts for the Hells' rulers… it had been her ticket out of that shitty dead-end job. She'd never have to see the inside of that shithole prison ever again… and she'd managed to bag two eternal fuck-toys from it too. 
Perhaps these two wouldn't be enough for her, perhaps she would get more ambitious in time… but for now, she was happy as a full-bellied Gulthir.
She idly wondered how Kaya was getting on, before remembering that she didn't care. She would never have to see one of those disgusting things for as long as she lived.