Chapter 3 - Gehenna
Sin sat slouched over on her throne watching as the sinners were tortured or prepared for slavery. Her head kept lazily propped up by her right arm. It had been several hours now, and the Babel group was long gone. Sarah and Miranda were being arranged into a line of laborers that went on for miles. The Imps continued to poke and prod the sinners as the larger demons whipped them.
Jenna roasted on the spit, as giggling Imps slowly turned her over a pit of flame. She struggled against the chains, even though they drained her of vigor. The fire did not seem to burn her flesh, but sweat soaked her skin and dripped from her breasts. Otep inspected the girl, running her finger between her cleavage before sucking the sweat from the digit.
"She's far from done. I think she needs some marinade!"
The succubus called over Drenvia, one of her sisters, with a curl of her finger. Drenvia was dressed in even less than Otep, her entire body was bare except for the leather thong that covered her womanhood. Her nipples were pierced, with a chain that ran between them.
She had long flowing dark locks and the green eyes of her mortal father long dead.
Drenvia held a glass bottle of massage oil that she squirted onto her hands and began to lather onto Jenna's body as the Imps rotated her over the flame. The girl cursed and cried in protest as the demoness ran her hands over her sensitive parts. Drenvia responded by placing a golden apple in the sinner's mouth to gag her - The very same kind that Eve gave to Adam in the days of Eden.
"That's much better!" Exclaimed Drenvia as Otep went to inspect the other new arrivals.
She poked the girl's nose. "You look so delicious, I could just eat you right up!"
And she intended to, though the process for a succubus was far more spiritual than it was physical. No actual flesh would be ingested, they just got off on making such a show of it.
Cindy grasped the bars of the small cage she couldn't stand up in. It was hoisted up, along with millions of others, by a sea of Imp's who carried them up the foreboding mountain path, eventually disappearing over the horizon.
Sin watched as Katherine sobbed on a rack over hot coals. Her sisters were now melting candles over her tender breasts. The Princess then peered down to a pit beneath her, where Jasmond was tormenting Linda and Sadie with a red hot poker.
Despite the hot ground beneath her feet and Incubus that stood over her, lashing at her backside with a whip, it was obvious Jasmond took an extreme amount of pleasure in the act. She laughed maniacally before whispering tauntingly in their ears;
"Welcome to my world, girls."
The Princess let out a long, deep sigh of boredom. Sin had been entertained by the show for long enough, but now she was tired of hearing the screams. Her arousal had long since worn off. Unamused, she turned half heartedly to her advisor, far more concerned now with other matters.
"Azazel, how is Sintopia coming along?"
Azazel let out his own pained sigh of frustration.
"No more or less ready than it was two hours ago when you last asked, Your Infernal Highness."
Truthfully, Sin didn't want to come off as annoying, especially to Azazel. She liked him - Mostly because he let her do whatever she wanted - Within reason. Since Sin had grown her horns and matured into an adult demoness, her parents expected a lot more responsibility from her.
She thought that was "lame".
Things were much different from back when she was a spawnling. Sometimes, she wished to go back there. The Princess managed to contain her excitement for just a moment.
She got up from her throne and stood in awe over the vast city below her, erected in her honor by an endless supply of slaves.
"Sorry Azazel, I'm just excited. I can't wait till it's finished. It will be the finest city in Hell, dedicated to my majesty! No other shall match it, not in days future or past."
The Fallen Angel rolled his eyes.
"Don't you think it's a bit of an indulgence, Your Infernal Highness? This incessant need to keep making the city larger is very cumbersome."
Sin's grasp tightened around her trident. Flames rose from the top of the weapon. Her fists clenched as her veins flowed with fury. She wasn't often told no. The princess didn't like not getting her own way.
"Daddy said I could build my own city, my own way, Azazel! So, I'm going to build it the way that I want it!"
Azazel sighed. It was easier to let her have her own way. He didn't fear her wrath - He feared her fathers.
"Yes, Your Infernal Highness. Of course, Your Infernal Highness."
Sin's short attention span was quickly fixated on the line of sinners being marched up the mountain top. The sight of them was a perpetual reminder that everything here was hers and it never failed to lift her spirits. Her mood was easily swung at the best of times.
"Look at all these billions of cute slaves and all chained together, building my city. They all belong to me."
She looked down into the pit below them, where Colath was gleefully dealing punishment to the wicked souls there. They cried, sobbed and pleaded as they turned the crank for the furnace that fueled the fires, their feet baking against hot coals.
Her nipples hardened once more at the sight as her sadistic lust returned to her.
"Nothing better than seeing whips collide with their backs as they slave away, Azazel."
Azazel's manhood stood erect inside his robes. All demons savored the sight of sinners in pain as well as the damned in ecstacy. The Fallen were no exception.
"I certainly agree with you there, Your Infernal Highness."
Sin rubbed her chin in deep consideration.
"Not sure if I like the man slaves or the woman slaves better. I suppose the men work harder, but the women look so sexy in their chains and shackles."
As she spoke, Sarah Kennedy marched past her - The school girl's butt still burning from where the poker was placed inside it. It was apparent from the way she awkwardly hobbled behind Miranda in the slave line.
The cruel Princess giggled.
"Speaking of which, hello Sarah. Walking funny?"
