Zafi listened to all this with horror. The color had drained from her face and despite herself she visibly shook. She hadn't the strength to pick herself up from the ground even if she thought it were wise. She remembered well what the lich had said and was conflicted about using her skill at abjuration to protect herself from the demons who were already closing in. Normally she would expect the territorial tanar'ri to come to blows over who would begin. If so it would buy her some time to think of how to get out of her predicament. But to her dismay the demon host all seemed to defer to the ram-headed tanar'ri, who approached her now.
She couldn't avoid his gaze. He stood over her and watched her squirm until the lich's booming voice interrupted.
"Begin," he commanded simply.
Zafi panicked and froze as the tanar'ri knelt down before her, his tool already half stiff and bobbing with his movement. Despite herself her eyes lingered for a moment on the tanar'ri's large rod, wondering how it would ever fit inside her. The demon seemed to understand her thoughts and he chuckled softly. His laughter plunged Zafi into a cold sweat and she instinctively reached for the pendant between her breasts before remembering that it was no longer there.
Soon the quiet laughter and jeers of tanar'ri were all around her as the first demon edged closer. Then he unabashedly placed his hands on her already ruined bodice and tore it cleanly from her body. She whimpered as his powerful hands found the small of her back, pulling her closer before violently moving her robes out of the way and parting her knees.
Before Zafi could even think to scream he was on her. His huge form settled between her legs and he rested on his forearms above her, crushing her with his weight. He smiled at her before bringing a hand to his mouth and biting off the long, sharp nails on two fingers. He then obscenely drew the two fingers Into his mouth, wetting them and then bringing the same hand under her skirt. She gasped when the first finger entered her, to the delight of the gathered tanar'ri, who crowed their approval. The horned tanar'ri slid his thick finger in and out of her cunt, gathering speed. The sounds of his attentions filled the room. She felt his hardness against her thigh as he stuck her with two fingers, stretching her, preparing her tight cunt to take his preternaturally large cock.
Zafi's breast heaved as she brooked the violation. She could feel her cunt struggling to loosen and accommodate the demon's thick fingers. Her heart skipped a beat when the demon, satisfied with her wetness, ripped his fingers out of her, spread her pussy lips with one hand and pushed his weeping cockhead against her opening.
He grunted and pushed the head into her tight pussy. Zafi flung an arm over her face in shame as the demon insinuated himself, inch by inch into her warmth. When he reached the hilt he hissed and whispered something in his foul native tongue. Zafi gazed around her in a daze and saw the host of demons servicing themselves to her plight. The horned demon stayed sheathed in her body for a moment before slowly removing himself. Then suddenly he stabbed into her all at once and she cried out in surprise. He began his assault on her pussy, stretching her over and over with his oversized tool. Then the lich began to chant, intoning his spell in a dark Abyssal tongue.
No longer content to wait, another demon crossed the circle to the fucking pair and knelt down behind Zafi's head. He leant over her as he grabbed her jaw with a strong hand and brushed his stiff cock against her soft lips. She whined pathetically as the second demon forced his thick cockhead into her warm mouth. She gagged on his cock as he thrust in and out of her. The room filled with the sounds of sex and the lich's mounting voice.
Beginning to cry, Zafi bore the twin intrusions, panting hard with the effort. The horned demon leant forward and raked his long tongue over her cheek to gather her tears. His hot breath lingered on her cheek as he whispered obscenities into her ear.
"You've a fine cunt, girl," he growled. "Unused by the pathetic males of your kind."
He continued to pound her, eliciting moans of frustration from Zafi and howls of contentment from his fellows. Finally, his thrusts grew more erratic and he seized up, moaning as his balls emptied his hot seed into her depths. He withdrew and a stream of black demon cum trailed from Zafi's pussy. In a matter or moments her pussy was once again filled by the tanar'ri previously fucking her mouth, groaning as he released his seed inside her. The thick cum slowly dribbled down Zafi's ass and a puddle was already forming on the floor.
It was as if the other demons were waiting for Zafi to be broken in, for immediately after the second demon withdrew, the other tanar'ri converged on her. One swiftly lifted her from the floor and shoved her face down onto the ground. He trailed his fingers through the puddle of cum and then pressed a thick finger against Zafi's tight asshole. Her breath caught in her throat at the sudden intrusion, but a slow fire had begun to burn in her belly. Slowly he worked her with his finger before crouching down to tongue her hole. Another demon took the opportunity to slide beneath Zafi, lifting her onto his cock, filling her already swollen pussy. The other tanar'ri began plunging his thick tongue in and out of Zafi's ass, spreading her cheeks. Zafi moaned in desperation and shameful pleasure.
The tanar'ri ceased his licking and, gripping his thick shaft, aligned himself with her hole. Slowly he eased into her ass, stretching her wide. For one wild moment Zafi feared that stuffed in both holes she would be torn apart. She breathed in great ragged draughts, trying to accept the surreal sensation of two demon cocks ramming her from above and below.
The tanar'ri tirelessly continued their ministrations. Zafi was shifted into countless positions and endlessly penetrated. The tanar'ri devoured her every crevice, biting the sensitive flesh of her nipples, abusing her ample breasts. They forced their vile tongues past her lips to plunder her mouth. The fork-tongued demon's long tongue snaked out to lap at her clit. She felt their rough hands traverse her entire body. The demons' savage handling left dark bruises along her white hips. All the while Zafi sank deeper into the riot of sensations, lost in a state somewhere between pleasure and pain.
Finally she found herself facing the horned demon once again. He stood, drawing her up with him, lifting her as easily as a man lifts a child, and placed her roughly on his cock. Looking over her shoulder, he raised his head to another tanar'ri and growled a few lines in some Abyssal tongue that Zafi couldn't understand. His meaning quickly became clear however as the other demon came up behind her. He closed his hand around her throat just enough to half choke her and her hands shot up to tug at his in vain. Then he moved to squeeze his cock into her already overstretched pussy. The horned tanar'ri leered at her, studying her pained expression with rapt interest as the other demon struggled to sheath his member inside her alongside the horned demon's tool. Oh so slowly Zafi was stretched wider and wider and she feared her pussy would split, but she was well lubricated with the cum of ten tanar'ri. The demon paused for a moment when he finally felt himself buried to the balls in her abused cunt. Then they started to move. They sloppily lifted her up and down on both of their cocks. Moaning in shock and pain and pleasure, Zafi slid between their two bodies, feeling their hot skin rubbing deliciously against hers and their taut muscles working with their exertion before she felt her consciousness slipping slowly away.
When Zafi came to a few moments later, she realized she was lying on the ground still in the circle. She beheld the lich performing an arcane gesture with one hand to collect the filthy puddle into several crystal vials. He caught her gaze.
"Well done, my dear," he said, and though his fleshless face didn't show it, Zafi heard a cruel smile in his voice. He spoke a word of power and blackness took her again.
*****
Zafi jerked awake. She panted heavily as if she were awakening from a nightmare. The glaring sun blinded her at first. She sat up from her prone position and looked around her, blinking. She sat in the middle of a great field of wheat. The waving grain gently trailed across the exposed skin of her lower legs as the wind blew. She stood up and turned about until she spotted the outline of houses in the distance. She waved both arms in a wide arc to catch the attention of some locals, who called out to her faintly. Still flustered, she automatically rested a hand on her breast and found her talisman back where it belonged.