(I had thought the story of hellcat at an end with chapter three of The Alter. However I was not quite satisfied with the ending and when the requests began to come in that I continue the story of this poor girl and write her further adventures I was more than happy to give in. This sequel begins just two days after the altar’s rape and breeding and will encompass her escape from the evil demon. It might run a little long so please forgive me.)
Charna spent the next two days locked inside a cage with a steel collar around her neck that was linked to a thick heavy chain which seemed to be sunk right into the stone. She had tried in vain to somehow free herself from this collar but had only succeeded in making her fingers raw. She was curled up in one corner of the cage when the door opened with a hard thud. The light that washed over the stone floor was blocked out suddenly as Ajeroth came to stand in the doorway his evil laughter filling the room. She had wanted to believe it had all been a nightmare that she would wake up in her bed at any moment but as she raised her head slowly the mere sight of the demon proved to her that all of this was real. The demon stood in the doorway light washing over his form and glistening against his evil looking talons. She noticed that the claws upon his feet were shorter and more curved than the ones that graced the tips of his thick fingers. It was the first time she had been able to take in the details of her captor and her eyes widened at the sight of his skin thick and resembling granite. His form was massively huge standing nearly nine feet tall and thickly muscled but it was the sight of his pulsing hard cock that frightened her and tore the scream from her lips. The thing appeared to be more than 2 feet in length and as big around as her upper arm. She backed up against the back wall of her prison shaking her head as he stepped into the room with the menacing sound of claws striking stone.
She could now see the entire chamber that held her cage and her eyes widened with terror at the sight she found greeting her deep blue eyes. Along one side of the chamber lay settled three long tables with shackles and straps at each end. One table looked to be made of steel with long extensions for arms and legs with leather straps upon each long section. The second table appeared to be made of wood and more of a rack with ropes that would attach to each wrist and ankle. Along the top appeared to be two large wheels locked in position with small wooden pins. The third table seemed to be made of stone with small opening set in place at about the right place between the shackles that placed the holes between wide spread legs. Her eyes traveled up to the wall behind the tables and a scream of fear clawed at her throat when she saw the racks and shelves upon that wall. Each rack and shelf appeared to be covered with wicked looking shafts and devices of torture including barbed whips and jagged edged clamps. The slight light that the room had been graced with came from a fire pit that was settled along the other side of the chamber leaving the torture area in shadows. Beside that fire pit was set a tall x shaped cross and hung upon that wall was a wide variety of branding irons and torturous metal devices. Her scream echoed as she shifted her wide terrified eyes back to the approaching demon.
Ajeroth had let his little slut rest for two days so that she might recover from the altar and birthing. He didn’t want to push her too hard just yet it was still amazing that she had survived the altar’s breeding. When he stepped into the room the look of sheer terror and dying hope upon her face made his already hard cock pulse and swell with a need to rape his bitch again. He groaned taking a great deal of pleasure at the look in her eyes as she shrank back against the stone wall of her imprisonment. He had not touched a female in more than two days even turning away his usual sluts just to wait for this moment. He watched with pleasure as the girl’s wide terrified eyes took in the chamber in which she was imprisoned. The sound of her screams would be music to his ears like a sweet wine he would savor.
The fear and terror that were rolling off of his slut in waves feed his dark lust and he feasted upon it when she saw the side of the chamber used to brand his bitches. He would enjoy hearing her scream as he raped her mercilessly and would enjoy the feel of her tight cunt stretched around his thick cock. He would feast well upon her fear and her pain as he put to use each of the three tables slowly breaking his whore with agony. He would make her beg him for mercy and laugh as he became crueler each time she begged him. With a chilling evil laugh he reached down one large hand and began to stroke the hard length while he spoke to his little slut. He would break this little bitch until she begged him to rape her every night. He stepped closer to her cage letting the door close behind him while his voice echoed through the prison chamber.
“Well my slut I hope you have rested well. The demon you gave birth to is now finding his own bitch to rape and breed you fed him well with your fear my sweet bitch. Now that you are healed it is time for you to learn that your place will always be to crawl at me feet. You are bound to hell and cursed to live forever and now you will know true pain slut while I break you. First however I intent to enjoy your screams while I rape each hole you have and claim it for mine slut.”
