Doomed Years
Moira had been unsure of what to make of the whole situation ever since she got pounced by that bizarre looking creature with purple skin and an orange-brown carapace and gave her the coitus of a lifetime.
It came in her so many times, but afterwards, she was picked up by some strange figures in cloaks, along with several beings in brutal looking armour.
Now she was being herded through a dark stone hall with several others in the same state of undress, and looking like they came from parts unknown; some had skin tones she'd never seen before, men and women both. Some tried to speak to her, but she didn't understand them, and she wasn't sure they understood her either.
They were likely in the exact same situation, with no memory of their former selves, how or why they got here, what was happening... and right properly fucked.
They were in shackles and chains around their necks and wrists, bound together as a large humanoid of a creature led the procession, clad in revealing green armour made of a rough, coloured iron, decorated with sharp ridges and short spikes, and glowing red runes of a language unknown to her, and revealing much of the masculine figure's pale, ashen skin.
She didn't get much a look at their face, but they looked quite handsome, yet inhuman, especially with those horns growing out of their skull.
They were flanked by those other creatures, some male, some female, all staring hungrily at the human captives as if they wanted to fuck them into the ground.
It made Moira shudder, but the armoured figure kept them in control.
Ahead, she saw light, the hall yawning into an open space ahead, with a strange din filtering into the gloomy corridor. She wondered what lay beyond with fear and curiosity, for the décor of the entrance to this place at the foot of a terrifying mountain capped with a roiling maelstrom and the hallway into it was quite foreboding, with the supporting archways' keystones embellished with reliefs of strange, inhuman skulls; batlike wings fanned from gargoyle-like reliefs in between each of the columns along the walls, and the sconces affixed to the columns burned with pale blue flames that hovered just above the bottoms of cages of each.
Here and there, she spied etchings of an unsettling language in the bricks on the floor, and occasionally, she saw glowing runes pulsing with a dark red light.
She tried to keep her composure, but she was terrified. The clinking of the chains did little to calm her nerves.
What fate awaited them all?
She blinked when she came into the light, much brighter than the hall they had trudged through for near ten minutes.
She let out a shocked gasp upon laying eyes on her surroundings, and making sense of some of the noise she heard; all around, were more of these demonic creatures, some like the skulking, manic beasts that flanked the prisoner procession, others of more dignified stature.
And humans. Many humans, bound by chains and strange manacles meant to allow them mobility... so that they may better please and be pleasured by their inhuman masters.
She saw a muscular looking feminine being reclined upon a mound of pillows and cushions made of black and maroon silk, naked, and being tended to by a pair of humans, a man and a woman, whilst she lazily chewed on a bone of meat.
Elsewhere, cloaked figures watched humans and those orange carapaced creatures fornicate.
Humans and creatures danced for larger beings, with some of the demonic beings looking almost indistinguishable from humans, save for their ashen skin, dark curling horns, glowing eyes, and sharp claw-like nails.
There were many more sights of carnal depravity, and she felt a heat rise in her cheeks and a tingle in her loins. She tried to cast her gaze towards at the architecture of the massive hall they had found themselves in, gargantuan pillars separating rough walls hewn crudely from the mountain itself, terminating in great arches reminiscent of bat wings, with crossing supports culminating upon great crystalline stalactites that glowed with an infernal brilliance; the light was a pale yellow, and illuminated the hall well, but there was something... off about it.
Floating chandeliers and candle sconces and torch lights filled the air, a constellation of flickering blue and green and red flames that did not seem to burn naturally.
Great stalactites of wax hung from these floating dark iron features, glistening like moist threads.
Of course, she could not avoid looking at the debauchery even gazing upwards; cages hung from the ceiling, itself a good two hundred feet above, on heavy chains. Within these cages were more humans and what she surmised were 'lesser demons', often solitary, but sometimes stuck together, with the demons having their way with the moaning human captives.
Others were tormented by floating heads wreathed in fire, all feminine, and all finding ways to ply oral pleasures to the hapless caged humans. Others were under lecherous attack from winged creatures happily feasting on cock or box.
Looking to either side, she saw heavy wood and iron doors leading elsewhere into this mountain citadel, with demons and beasts carrying platters of strange but oddly appetising food, from unusual fruits, to large slabs of meat on bones from creatures Moira did not recognise.
She was interrupted from her observation with a yelp after she felt something poke into her rump from behind, quickly realising it was the erection of the thin man behind her. He flashed her an apologetic, mortified look, but she quickly looked away red in the face and mortified herself... but really, what could they do? They were forced together, and with the sights all around them, and the experiences they'd likely all shared, arousal was not an easy thing to keep at bay.
She tried to look around some more, gazing at the floor and noting that there was a sort of flat, defined path running along its middle upon which they were walking, but her gaze was ever drawn to the sidelines... and felt discomfort from the many leering eyes of monsters seemingly salivating at the sight of new conquests.
So she looked at the humans, and noted that few seemed to be doing much in the way of labour, beyond entertaining their masters, including being so pleasured by them that their moans sung long and hard. She also noted that they all seemed to be in good health, if perhaps a little pale. But none looked starved, and none looked beaten, save for some light bruising here and there, and shallow bite marks and scratches... all very conspicuously located, leading Moira to believe they weren't meted out in punishment.
Some of the humans appeared to be branded with tattoo-like marks on their persons, runes of that same infernal language that filled her with unease and dread, though what these marks meant, she had no idea... but she suspected they were given to older slaves, given by their less uncertain expressions... some even looked quite enthusiastic, a handful watching the procession of new slaves - for that was what Moira was certain they were now - with a hunger not unlike that of the beasts around them.
Few were clothed, sporting little more than pale loincloths and sashes... and it was obvious to Moira that none of them had any pubic hair.
Every human was shaved between their legs, leaving little to get in the way of lechery.
Moreover, though the ages of all the humans were varied, they all appeared to be adults, and none seemed to be elderly.
It was curious to Moira, and she wondered where she got such an observational mind from, but any memory about who she was before beyond fragments was long gone.
An ideal situation, for a new slave...
The procession was suddenly stopped, and the armoured demon at the head barked something in their language.
The prisoners all looked around nervously, some sobbing, some muttering as they tried to keep their arousal in check, but none seemed certain, not even Moira.
