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The mission into the nine hells went to shit remarkably quickly. Maybe they should have expected that, planned for it in some way. Maybe they should have prepared instead of storming in on a simple wish and prayer but that was how the Mighty Nein functioned.
This is Jester Caleb smiled softly as the words formed in his head, their cleric was obviously making use of her spells. I am with Fjord and Nott. Do you know where Beau and Caduceus are? And where are you? I think we-
Caleb leant his head against the wall as he tried to formulate his thoughts for a moment.
“Beau and Cad are here. They are unsure of what to do with us. Keep yourself safe and spellcasting to a minimum, ja?”
“I guess Jessie’s okay then.” Beau murmured, relief in her eyes. She sat down in her corner of the cell and tugged on her handcuffs. Caleb grunted in acquiescence and Beau huffed. “I don’t like this, Caleb. We need to get everyone together. And… hope like hell nothing has happened.”
“Why did they separate us? That is what I do not understand.” Caleb snapped his fingers and Frumpkin appeared in his lap. Frumpkin purred and rubbed against his chest before slowly settling into his lap under the wizard’s nervous fingers.
“Scare tactic? Maybe they don’t want the dirty humans too close to their…” Beau trailed off and sighed. “I don’t know. But we need the rest of them.”
“There’s something they don’t like about us.” Caduceus said softly. Beau and Caleb snapped their heads over to him. He was an odd sight, as he always was. A line of grey and pink that stood out in the burning red and crimson of the prison. He was sat down, ignoring the slight smell of burning fur. He had been meditating but apparently that was useless. “I uh… I overheard them. They don’t like humans. Goblins, Half orcs, Tieflings, they’re fine. Caleb, they didn’t mind you. Said you smelt of uh… hell fire and death I think it was. And like you’d been claimed before.”
“Claimed? What the fuck does that mean?” Beau asked, glancing between Caduceus and Caleb. Caleb stared down at Frumpkin intently and continued to pet him.
“They were mostly just scared of you. You make quite a uh… intimidating sight when you want to. And confused by me. I’m… well, we all know I’m not the most imposing.” Caduceus smiled softly and tried to hide the small fear creeping in behind it. Beau sat down beside him and took his hand.
“Cad, we won’t let anything happen you know. We’re gonna get outta here and get everyone home.”
“I know. I just… I want to be able to do something. I don’t like waiting. Maybe-” Caduceus fell silent as one of his ears twitched towards the door. He frowned and sat up a little. Beau and Caleb heard footsteps after a moment and four demons walked in.
Two were thin, lithe creatures with large whips hanging by their sides. Their movements were disjointed and they seemed to almost crack slightly as they moved as if something inside them had fallen apart. Another had dark red skin and towering wings with hooked, vicious talons that it was pulling along the bars of the cage. The final was the height of Caduceus but broad, wider than any of the party and the muscles that rippled across its body showed strength that none of the three in the small cell had. The broad one stepped forwards and smiled.
“Hello.” Its voice grated, carrying a promise of death and destruction as the six eyes on its misshapen head focused on Beau. “Why are humans down here?”
“We were trading.” Beau glared up at the creature, her hand trembling ever so slightly in Caduceus’ hand. “Someone attacked up and we wound up here. Where’s the rest of our party and when can we leave?”
“No one leaves the dungeon of penance. No human.” The creature moved into the room and walked to Caleb. It sniffed him deeply and frowned, pulling back. “I see a demon kind has had you.” The creature murmured. “Well… I suppose we must play nicely with them.” It leant forwards and kissed Caleb’s neck. Caleb let out a whimper of surprise which morphed into pain as the saliva began to burn, pressing into his neck and he jerked away. The other three began to laugh at his reaction as he wiped his neck clean and stared at the creature above him.
“M-Mollymauk has- has possession of us.” Caleb stuttered. “He would not care for his t-toys to be tampered with. I have… and she bears his mark. Her neck. Beau, show them. Show them!”
Beau stared at Caleb for a long moment before she turned and arched her head forwards, showing off the tattoo. There was a slight grumble from the group of demons.
“We could still play.” The lithe creature whispered, voice whistling as if through a reed. “Find the Mollymauk and repay it later. It’s been a long time since I had a human and it has two?”
“No.” The broad shouldered creature growled. “We stick to the rules, Li’thron.”
“What do you mean, possession of Mollymauk?” Caduceus asked. The four demons turned to him and Caleb tensed. “Hey, I’m Caduceus Clay. I was just hoping you could-”
“Get on your knees.” The broad shouldered demon growled. Beau tried to jump in front of Caduceus but before she could, Li’thron pinned her down and began winding the chains ever tighter, cackling softly in her ear. Caduceus looked around in confusion before he slowly knelt.
“I… I’m not sure I know what’s going on here.”
“He is our ally!” Caleb exclaimed. His neck was beginning to swell from where the kiss had been pressed to the bare skin. “He is not to be harmed!”
“We won’t harm him.” The broad creature purred as it moved forwards. It towered over Caduceus, showing just how gaunt the Firbolg was. Caduceus looked up and frowned, his perceptive mind somehow hitting a barrier. “I am Sarot. You called yourself Caduceus? Well, Caduceus, I would love to see you in action. Do you want your friends to be freed?”
“Yes, I would.” Caduceus glanced at Caleb who was frozen in horror and Beau who was grappling with more chains winding around her. “I would like that very much.”
“He is a pretty one, isn’t he?” Sarot murmured. He pulled Caduceus’ hair back and the man whimpered slightly as tendrils of pink fell to the floor.
“Sarot, don’t do this! He-” Caleb was cut off as a gag was shoved into his mouth and he was pinned to the wall, chains holding him fast. Beau was placed next to him after a moment.
“I need my friends.” Caduceus whispered, staring up at Sarot. “What do you want?”
Sarot traced Caduceus’ lips and smirked. The touch was slow, lingering and Caduceus had to tense so as not to pull away from the heat the creature emitted. Sarot yanked Caduceus around and shoved him to the floor, his face landing heavily. Caduceus yelped in surprise and then stared up at Beau and Caleb, matching expressions of horror on their faces. Sarot then began to trace across Caduceus’ hips.
“Oh.” Caduceus whispered. He swallowed thickly and there was a moment of animalistic fear in his eyes before Sarot ripped down his pants and exposed the light grey fur that covered his hind quarters. Caduceus whined and tried to shift away but one of the other demons planted a foot on his back, between his shoulder blades and Caduceus fell still.
“I thought you were a boy.” Sarot murmured as he began to fondle across Caduceus’ ass. “Now that’s a pussy I see there. What are you?”
“I… I was born…” Caduceus glanced up at Caleb and Beau and then let his face fall, his pink hair a weak curtain to hide himself. “Not a boy, not a girl. Between. As the Wildmother-” Caduceus broke off with a pained scream as Sarot sunk two fingers into him. It was a burning pain, the stretch was too much and the fingers were red hot. Caduceus tried to crawl away but he couldn’t move, stuck in place as the fingers slowly began to move inside him.
“The Wildmother has no place here, freak.” Sarot whispered. “So, if you take every one of us until we’re satisfied then we’ll let you go to your friends. If you don’t then I’ll take you here with your friends watching and then later I’ll come back and we’ll play some more. I want to know what kind of freak you are.”
“Get off him!” Beau exclaimed. “Don’t touch him!”
“I accept.” Caduceus whispered, tears in his eyes. Pain was temporary. He could do this. He could… do this.
Sarot smirked and pulled his fingers out. Caduceus slumped down and whimpered slightly. His hole burned and he knew it wasn’t natural. The demon had done something and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like this place, this place of fire and hell spawn, where everything was too big and too enclosed. Nature had no place and Caduceus, despite his best intentions, was beginning to feel alone.
Warm hands quickly unclothed him. He didn’t fight as the demons swarmed him and one began to nibble at his neck, sucking and biting as it did. He felt some of his fur matt and pull at the gesture and he tried to pull away. In response the demon let out a shriek and brought its talons down across his chest. Blood sprung to the surface, bubbling and running down his grey fur. Caduceus wanted to stem the flow, to do something. Before he could, a demon was there, lapping away. Its forked tongue delved into the wound and Caduceus groaned as he felt the layers of his skin part under the inquisitive tongue, searching out more food.
“Now now, don’t break our freak before we can play with it.” Sarot said. He lifted Caduceus up and lay him on his back, towering over him. His dick was visible and Caduceus felt the whimper in his chest. The dick was too big. It looked the size of an arm and it was throbbing slightly, bits of light flickering along it. “Now then, freak, you were so good so you get to choose. Which hole do I start in?”
“S-start?” Caduceus whispered, eyes focused on the dick. He wasn’t sure he could even get his lips around the head of it and there was no way he’d fit it all in. But if two fingers hurt… “My mouth, please.”
The demons around the room laughed at that and Caduceus flushed. Sarot pulled him back to a kneeling position, manhandling the Firbolg as if he weighed nothing. Sarot gently eased Caduceus’ mouth open and laid the tip of his dick on the tongue. Caduceus let out a sigh of relief. If this was all sex was then… maybe this would be okay. Maybe he could do it.
In the next instant Caduceus was choking as a burning rod was shoved down his throat and Sarot began to face fuck him. Every stroke took him to the hilt and Caduceus couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see anything. His eyes were full of tears and his hands scrambled desperately in their chains, begging to be let out, begging to be freed, begging that this wasn’t real. Sarot pulled back for a moment and Caduceus retched, shaking weakly. He leant forwards and coughed, ears ringing. Someone was shouting somewhere but all he could hear was his heartbeat and all he knew was that in a moment he wouldn’t be able to breathe.
The dick dove back in and Caduceus tried his best to keep up as the creature’s balls began to slap his chin. He had something of a rhythm going until something touched his hole. He tried to jerk forwards and ended up with the dick hitting the back of his throat. Sarot noticed and grabbed his hair, pulling it taught as he choked and scrambled, unable to breathe or move. After what felt like an eternity he was released and the fingers returned to slowly circling his hole.
“I want it.” Li’thron murmured. “Want to sink in and see how it feels.”
“Wait your turn.” Sarot growled. “You can fuck it in a moment. Finger it if you have to.”
With those words Caduceus felt an intrusion as two long thin fingers began to crawl inside him. He couldn’t move away and he closed his eyes as he began to cry, soft tears that trickled down his nose and dissipated onto the floor. The fingers got bolder and began to delve deeper, stretching and touching him. He could feel his body’s betrayal, the wetness that was gathering along his folds and how his cock was slowly rising. He couldn’t make eye contact with the humans in the room. He couldn’t… he couldn’t be as weak as he was.
After what felt like an eternity Sarot’s thrusts began to become disjointed and after one last thrust he pulled out. Caduceus looked up at him just in time to see the bright oranges across his dick spark and then a flood of dark cum shot across his face. Everywhere it touched, it burned and Caduceus couldn’t hold back the scream as it began to dribble down his nose and across his lips. The demons laughed and it sounded like someone was crying but Caduceus could only think about the pain of the burning, the need to get it off.
“My turn.” Li’thron purred. Caduceus had never known what it felt like to be impaled by a dick, had never taken one before that day. He was fairly sure they shouldn’t drag on every outward pull as if there were barbs along it. Every thrust in was a physical relief as it soothed the scratches inside him and every thrust out ripped him open. Caduceus began to cry openly as he felt the cum splattered across his face begin to burn away some of his thin fur.
“Wildmother!” Caduceus cried. “Please! I’ve served you well! Help me!”
Li’thron grabbed his hair and pulled his back, making his neck snap uncomfortably. Li’thron smirked at the mess of burns that was Caduceus’ face.
“There’s no Wildmother here. You serve us. Aerm’oon, want to ride the freak? See if its dick works.”
“No. No.” Caduceus whispered. He tried to struggle away but then there was another thin demon and his dick was still hard and he had never understood self hatred until that moment. He watched, almost disembodied, as the new demon sank down on his dick and mewled at the sensation. She began to ride him, hard and fast, as the demon behind him slammed in over and over again. His face burned and his chest ached and yet somehow his dick stayed hard for the demon to use him.
He looked up, a desperate bid that maybe, just maybe, the Wildmother would come. Maybe he’d served her well enough.
His vision was blocked within moments by the fourth demon and he slowly opened his mouth. He’d never been enough.
Caleb watched as Caduceus was raped brutally. Blood spilled on the floor and little tufts of grey and pink hair were scattered about. The Firbolg’s mohawk was tattered and he looked close to passing out by the time three of the demons had left, apparently satisfied with what they’d done. Then it was just Sarot left. He continued thrusting into Caduceus’ limp body and muttered a few quick words that Caleb recognised as Arcane. Caduceus arched up and howled as Sarot laughed and pulled out, Caduceus’ open, bloody hole on show.
“Well done, freak. You make a good little servant.” Sarot purred. He walked over to Beau who had run out of tears at some point, who was just dedicating every aspect of Sarot’s body to memory so she could destroy him later. “Do you want to watch me dress him?”
Beau paused and glanced at Caduceus’ brutalised body. He was kneeling but bent nearly in half, every breath a struggle as he whimpered. Tears dripped to the floor along with blood every few seconds.
“I will do it.” Caleb said softly. “Please. And then… our friends?”
“I think that sounds good.” Sarot said with a smile. He unlocked Caleb’s restraints and Caleb crawled forwards to Caduceus.
“No more.” Caduceus whispered. “Please. Melora, help… please…”
“Hush.” Caleb whispered. “I am here. We are going to our friends. Jester, Fjord, Nott. It will be…” Caleb stared down at where Caduceus’ fur had burned away and felt sick as he realised Sator had done the same inside him, that whatever was burning away was currently stuck inside and he couldn’t help the Firbolg. “Come. Shirt?”
Caleb began dressing Caduceus like a child. Caduceus was barely responsive and he flinched from the touches, letting out a low almost bleating sound as Caleb brushed against any injury. When Caleb reached for Caduceus’ breeches he paused.
“Cad… you will need to assist me. I cannot get these on you.”
Caduceus whined. His tail flicked limply and Sator knelt down. He grabbed the tail and twisted it, shoving it into Caduceus’ hole. Caduceus screamed and arched into Caleb as the burning engulfed his tail.
“Get up, freak. Get out. Or I’ll take the girl over there next.”
Caduceus gingerly stood, leaning heavily on Caleb and tugged on his breeches. His already grey face turned almost white with the exertion but he forced himself on and didn’t once look at Sator. Caleb gently took a rag from his pocket and wiped away the dried cum from his face. Caduceus looked a mess but Caleb could give him that much.
“Thank me.” Sator growled.
“What?” Caduceus whispered. Sator slapped him and Caduceus fell to the ground again.
“Thank me for giving you the best fuck of your life, freak.” Sator hissed down at Caduceus. Caduceus looked so small, curled away from Sator and trembling ever so slightly. His vibrant hair was lying around him and the lightness he carried seemed dimmed.
“Thank you.” Caduceus whispered. “I… have never had sex… like that before.”
Sator huffed and yanked Beau up. She looked ready to murder him but he didn’t pay her any attention.
“Stupid Tiefling. If we’d had all three of you it would have been much more exciting.” Sator then began to drag Beau from the cell and Caduceus stood weakly. He took a step forwards and then searing pain shot through him and he stumbled. Caleb caught him and their eyes met for a moment.
“We are nearly home.” Caleb whispered. “Just a bit further.”
Caduceus nodded and began to drag himself forwards. Every step made the cum inside him shift and move. He could feel it sinking into his body and seeping into the cuts the barbed demons had left inside him. It hurt like a supernova. It hurt like being consumed by lava and then staggering away. It hurt like betrayal. It just hurt.
They eventually reached another cell where Nott, Fjord and Jester were sat. All three of them shot up at the state of Caduceus. Caleb gently carried him in and placed him down as Beau was thrown into the cell.
“Your fate will be decided later. Freak, you might live if you know how to play this.” Sator turned and left, locking the cell behind him.
“Oh my goodness!” Jester exclaimed. “What happened to you? Caduceus!”
“They-”
“They tortured me.” Caduceus cut off Caleb. He shifted up and winced as he put pressure on his crotch. “Doesn’t matter. We need to go.”
“And how do you suppose we get outta here?” Fjord asked quietly. “Our meetup isn’t for another week. No-one will notice we’re gone for… a long time. We’re fucked.”
“I tried to pick the lock but it’s very tough. Very very tough.” Nott chimed in. Caduceus smiled and gently reached out a hand.
“Hold hands. I… I have something.”
He closed his eyes as he felt his companions follow his lead. He took in a deep breath and tried to feel the Wildmother’s presence, the soft, gentle warmth she would envelop him with. All he could feel was the burning pain as another load of cum was dumped in him and he was thrown to the floor before another body pounced on him and began to ride him, bouncing on his chafed dick. Tears sprang to his eyes as he mentally begged for her presence, for the protection she could give.
Time and space began to warp and Caduceus felt the heat slip away, replaced with an all too familiar garden. Caduceus looked around the Blooming Grove before he fell to his knees and began to vomit black bile.
He had failed. He had failed his Goddess.