Phil opened his eyes.
He was lying on a cushioned bench. He felt perfectly relaxed. His body was surrounded by a warm pleasant glow. He looked up and stared into the face of a beautiful woman with long, flowing blonde hair. She was a vision of radiance.
Had he died and gone to heaven? Was this an angel come to welcome him?
He groaned in pleasure as an orgasm shuddered through his body. A surge of relief flowed through him as his hips bucked upwards and he spurted his seed into a soft, welcoming vagina. Warm walls lined with thick honey squeezed and undulated around his cock, teasing out both the orgasm and his pleasure.
No angel, Phil thought as the orgasm finally subsided and he lay back spent. It was Nurse Honey.
He looked up into the milky pools of her eyes. She smiled and kissed him lightly on the brow before dismounting from his body with soft squelching sounds. Phil stared at the voluptuous curves of her body as she walked over to a shower set in a black marble alcove. Hot water gushed over the tanned curves of her body and steam billowed up around her.
"You should take more care, fledgling," she said as she emerged from the spray, "unless you're in a rush to know me more intimately."
A pair of tiny hands pushed out against the skin of her exquisitely curved bottom. They were followed by a tiny anguished face, its mouth open in a soundless scream. Nurse Honey looked down and smiled. The struggling figure was pulled back beneath the surface and the tanned skin of her ass was unblemished and perfect once more.
Phil knew exactly what Nurse Honey meant by more intimately. The room suddenly felt colder and he shivered.
Honey squeezed herself back into her skin-tight rubber nurse outfit.
"Until next time," she said. She blew him a kiss and then walked away past a line of black marble shower cubicles.
She met Rosa and Verdé coming from the other direction.
"Thanks Nurse Honey," Verdé said, looking ahead at Phil.
"The fledgling should show more restraint," Nurse Honey said, looking back at him.
Show restraint, Phil thought. Like he had any say in the matter.
"Yummy," Rosa said, running her finger along Phil's chest. She lifted her leg in readiness to climb up on top of him.
Verdé tapped her on the shoulder and waved her finger.
Rosa pouted and put her leg back down.
"Come on fledgling," Verdé said. "Chop chop. We need to get you cleaned up. We've got places to see."
She ushered him off the bench and bundled him into the shower. He wasn't surprised to see the tap was in the shape of a round breast, but the water was warm and invigorating.
"We could have used this the first time round," he pointed out as the water sluiced Honey's residue off his body.
"The bath was more fun," Verdé replied.
"I still say we should have filled it with blood," Rosa said.
"Maybe next time," Verdé said.
Phil came out of the shower and Verdé was waiting for him with a towel. She dried him off, paying a little too much attention to his crotch.
"Now come on," Verdé urged.
"Where are we going?" Phil asked.
"We're going outside to see my garden," Verdé replied, a note of eagerness creeping into her voice.
"Um, do I get clothes?"
"Don't be silly," Verdé replied.
"I can be naked too," Rosa said. Her breasts jiggled as she unhooked the studded belts wrapped around her body. "Better?" she asked as the discarded leather straps fell around her feet.
It really hadn't made much difference as far as Phil could see.
"We can be naked together," Rosa said. She put a hand around his waist and squeezed him up against her body. They walked down the corridor together.
"You can put your arm around me as well you know," Rosa said as they walked along a corridor decorated with lewd friezes. "I won't bite you." She smiled, revealing one of her wickedly point fangs. "Not right now anyway."
Phil awkwardly brought his arm around until his hand rested on her hip. Her skin was warm and smooth to the touch.
"That's it," Rosa said. She patted his hand.
Together they walked up some stairs and then out into a small courtyard. Phil blinked. He was outside, but not under any sky he could recognise. The sky was pink rather than blue and dusted with spongy red clouds. He saw multiple planetary bodies suspended in the sky above him. They were closer and larger than either the moon or the sun on Earth.
The largest planet was blood red in colour and churned with constant motion. For a brief moment Phil thought the motions took on the form of a gigantic screaming face, but then he blinked and the face was gone. It had to be a trick of the eye, he thought.
Behind the red planet was a smaller ball that looked to be composed entirely of dark iron. To the left of them was a pale, cold looking planet. It looked a little like the moon as glimpsed on a cloudless day, but was far larger and closer.
"That's the Char Pits of Rage," Rosa said, pointing up at the roiling red ball. "And that there is the Soporifikos of Sloth," she said, pointing at the large moon.
"And we're the seventh spherical congruence twixt the Vortex Elementae and the higher plane of Lust," Phil said.
"No, silly," Rosa replied. "That was yesterday. Now we're the thirteenth confluence of Lust Minora in the Sin Cluster."
"Um," Phil said. He thought about it and then gave up. The geography of hell was completely alien to him.
Verdé led them between an exotic looking fountain and a bed full of bright red flowers that seemed to move of their own accord. The paved path terminated at a neat little golden gate set in the outer wall. Verdé plucked a small key from between her full breasts and unlocked the gate. It swung open without as much as a single squeak.
Still with Rosa's arm around him, Phil followed Verdé out of the main castle and into the grounds. He thought at first he'd stepped out onto a gravel path of small, polished yellow-white stones. Then he looked down and his stomach somersaulted. He saw knucklebones and broken bits of vertebrae and realised he was standing on a path of finely ground bone. On either side of the path, grass as red as blood waved in the absence of any kind of breeze.
"Ah," Rosa said. "Help me with these."
A pair of large wheelbarrows stood on the grass to the left hand side of the gate. They were made out of a metal so dark it was almost black.
"Carnivrillarofax has left a gift," Verdé said. "Let's go and feed the wargen."
With what, Phil thought. He looked inside and immediately wished he hadn't. The wheelbarrow was full of hacked up body parts. Phil saw hands, feet, limbs; all caked in dried blood. There was even a severed head, staring up at the sky with glassy eyes.
Phil turned away in shock. His stomach convulsed as he felt his gorge rise. He bent over.
"You wouldn't be getting squeamish now would you fledgling?" Rosa put a hand around his shoulder and whispered coldly in his ear. "I would be most disappointed should you vomit all over our nice white path."
Phil felt a light pressure as the point of her tail pushed up against his anus. He got the message and managed to choke off the stream and swallow it back down. His throat burned and his guts flopped and quivered, but no spew came out of his mouth.
"Humans," Rosa laughed. "They build weapons that incinerate millions of their own kind in a flash and yet they can't look on a few lifeless body parts without throwing up."
"Who were they?" Phil asked. The image of that severed head staring up into the sky would stay with him until the day he died.
Rosa shrugged.
"Carnivrillarofax sends them to us every so often," Verdé said.
"We use them to feed the wargen," Rosa added.
"Oh look, here they are now," Verdé said.
Further down the hill below them, twisted shapes were emerging from the trees. They were grotesque Frankenstein's abominations. The creatures looked like they had been roughly stitched together from various mutated body parts. Their skins were a patchwork of pinks, browns and yellows. Misshapen limbs jutted out haphazardly from bodies that ranged from around six to ten feet tall. They bounded up the hill like eager bloodhounds, ropes of thick spittle trailing out from many drooling mouths.
As he watched them charge up the hill towards him, Phil felt a strong urge to turn and flee. He started to back away and might have fled had he not bumped into Verdé. She put a hand on each of his shoulders.
"Rosa will not tolerate cowardice," she whispered in his ear. "If you try to run she will feed you to them... alive."
The wargen reached them and skidded to a halt. Slobber rained down from misshapen mouths filled with cracked and yellowed teeth. They stood above them grunting and whining inarticulately.
"See, nothing to be frightened of," Rosa said.
She held up a hand to pat the central head of the lead wargen, an enormous beast with a large cock flopping around between its legs. The head snapped at her hand, gravestone teeth clunking together in the space Rosa's hand had previously occupied.
"Right," Rosa said, her eyes suddenly flashing ablaze with burning fury. She delivered a roundhouse punch that sent the beast spinning to the floor and then followed up with a kick to the beast's swollen testicles that had Phil's eyes watering in sympathy.
"Obeauyasto nida wargenascu!" she yelled. Her hair crackled with static electricity and fires flickered around her fists and forearms. "Obeauyasto nida wargenascu!"
Cringing in terror, the creatures prostrated themselves before her. They whimpered and mewled like whipped puppies. Rosa stood above them, incandescent in her fury.
Phil made a mental note to never, ever, piss Rosa off.
"Sometimes you have to remind them exactly who's master." Rosa turned and smiled sweetly back at Phil, once more looking like the slutty high school cheerleader.
She plucked a bloodied hand out of the wheelbarrow.
"Now who's first," she said to the cringing abominations.
