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Radella
Queen’s Paladin
Episode
I
Knight
Out of
Time
Chapter
2
Eternity
All about them the fires burned. Radella and the demon king were back in the fiery cavern. Balsar was consumed with rage.
“Foul daughter of a she dog,” the demon screamed. “You have closed the portal. I am confined to this world.”
Radella got to her feet. She was weaponless, although what good her sword would have done against a creature of Balsar’s power she did not know. But she did not cower before him, instead she drew herself up and faced him. “That was my intent. From your explanation I doubted that you had the power to gain my world more than once. Midkingdom is safe from your demon hordes.”
“But you are not safe from me,” the demon king roared. “I now own you body and soul. You will writhe in torment to the end of time.” He clapped his hands, and Radella suddenly found herself standing before the demon entirely naked. Without thinking her right arm went to her breasts and her left arm to her vulva and she crouched in an attempt to hide her nudity.
“You do not own my soul,” she
said. “You may do what you
want with my body. But my soul
will never be yours.” Beads
of moisture were forming on her skin.
It was infernally hot in the giant cavern, but the heat was not the
only reason she perspired. Deep
inside her was an icy fear, a tightening of her
gut. She was
“You cower before me, paladin. You know what you fate will be. You will be mine body and soul as I have said. The body first and then the soul. No one can defy my will forever.” Balsar gestured with his right middle arm and suddenly Radella felt her arms being forced behind her back. He gestured again and loops of rope tightened about her wrists, cutting into her flesh so deeply that her wrists bled.
She now stood erect, no longer able to conceal her charms. Her back was arched and her shoulders pulled back, thrusting her breasts forward. Trembling with rage and fear, Radella stood tall, trying to ignore the way Balsar’s eyes swept over her body.
“She was exquisitely beautiful,” Balsar thought. High firm breasts with dark pink upturned nipples. Eyes that changed colour from light green to hazel depending on her mood and the way the light hit them. Raven wing hair, tumbling to her waist in waves. Full bow-shaped lips, a strong chin, and a perfect straight nose. A narrow waist, but strong child-bearing hips and a tight rounded backside. And a warrior’s smooth powerful musculature. A goddess, and she was his to do with what he wished. His immense organ began to stir.
Radella watched in horror as Balsar’s immense phallus, fully as long as her forearm with the fingers extended began to swell and rise to a position of readiness. Within seconds he was fully erect, his enormous pole saluting her at an angle of forty-five degrees.
“No,” she thought. “That will kill me.” Then she remembered where she was. In reality, she was already dead and consigned to Hell, there to endure the never-ending punishment handed out by the king of the demons.
Balsar seated himself on a rock throne, leaning back in a reclining position. He was ready to receive her. He gestured with his middle arm.
“No!” Radella thought as she began to move involuntarily toward the demon king. “Not like this!” But her feet moved of their own accord. In spite of her best efforts to stop them they took her step by step toward the waiting demon.
Balsar enjoyed the one-sided struggle. Fear flashed across the virgin warrior’s face as he drew her toward her fate. She fought him every step of the way, sweat pouring down her supple body in rivulets, her breasts quivering, and her eyes wide with terror and the knowledge of what was going to happen to her. But she did not protest or beg for mercy, at least not until the very end.
“Oh God have mercy!” Radella gasped. She was within two steps of Balsar now, her body quivering with the futile efforts to resist him. Then one step. Then the demon’s hands were upon her.
“No! Please no. In the name of the saints do not do this!” She was almost sobbing in fear as Balsar’s lower hands seized her ankles and spread her legs. His middle hands clasped her waist and lifted her effortlessly, positioning her over the bulbous tip of his waiting phallus. Radella saw to her further horror that the immense organ was covered in tiny barbs, each one angled so that when he entered her he would be unable to withdraw without ripping apart her soft flesh. Then Balsar’s upper hands gripped her arms, arching her back slightly. He held her there for a second, enjoying the look of absolute terror and despair on the face of the virginal warrior, and then he lowered her onto his pulsing organ.
“Eeeaaagghhh!” Radella had intended not to scream as he took her, but that resolution lasted only for the two seconds it took the now four inch diameter phallus to force her open. He penetrated her quickly, ripping away her maidenhead with the first thrust and reaching her uterus. Then he went deeper.
Radella screamed again. A long wail of acute anguish and despair. It was impossible that Balsar could penetrate her that deeply; no woman was designed to take so huge an organ, but it was happening. In his own domain, Balsar decided what was possible and what was not. “Enjoy, paladin, for this will be your fate from now on.” The demon tightened his grip and drawing her close ripped deeper into her.
Radella’s scream vibrated the stalactites. Her abdomen bulged as Balsar invaded her uterus. Then the demon withdrew, the barbs on his enormous lance ripping away the lining of her love canal. Her scream this time made all the others insignificant.
Radella’s vision swam. Everything was a haze of indescribable pain. She had never experienced anything remotely like it. Her torture was more brutal than anything she could have imagined. And it was just beginning. Balsar plunged into her again continuing a cycle of pain and degradation that seemed to go on forever. There was no respite from the brutal ordeal. If she could have fainted she would, but Balsar would not permit that. No one in Hell fainted from mere agony.
The ordeal lasted hours. Or at least what seemed like hours. In the demon domain there was no way of keeping track of time. Finally, Balsar exploded within her filling her womb with demon seed. Releasing her, he let her fall to the rocky floor of the cavern. She lay there moaning in agony, humiliated, subjugated, but not quite beaten.
“Now will you surrender your soul?” Balsar demanded.
Radella simply shook her head. She was too overcome with anguish to reply. Her vagina and uterus had been destroyed. Blood pooled beneath her beaten body. She was dying. Soon she would be free from pain.
“Then your torment will continue. Surrender your soul to me and you will rule Hell as my queen. Resist and face the tortures of the damned.”
Suddenly he was gone. Radella was alone in the cavern. But there was something more. The frightening pain of the rape was gone also. Hardly able to believe it, she got her feet. She was no longer bleeding, not were there any signs on her body that she had just gone through the most monstrous of ordeals. “I am not to die so easily,” she thought. “More awaits me. Balsar will continue to seek to bend me to his will.”
Her thoughts were prophetic. She turned at a sound behind her and almost screamed in terror. A semicircle of demons had her half surrounded. They must have materialized out of thin air, because she had heard not a sound. She knew instantly why they were there, but that did not stop her from squealing in terror as they seized her.
A dozen hands lay hold of her. These demons were man-sized and had only four arms, but other than that they bore a strong resemblance to Balsar, right down to their oversized barbed phalluses. The ropes that Balsar had tied her with had disappeared, but that was of little consequence. Four demons seized her legs and spread her. Another two held her arms. Still others squeezed her breasts and touched her everywhere that they were able.
This time Radella did not beg for mercy. She knew there would be none. But she still screamed like a frightened little girl when the first demon took her, his barbed spear ripping into her and generating unbelievable pain. At the same time her head was wrenched back and a second demon thrust his cruel organ into her mouth. She tried to scream, but the demon filled her mouth. She could only grunt in anguish as she was raped orally and vaginally by every demon present.
“How long?” she thought. “How long?” Balsar had said eternity. “Was that to be her fate? To be ravished continually by demons until she surrendered her soul to Balsar. How long could she hold out against such brutal and never-ending torture? As she was raped her eyes filled with tears and she wept.
Radella screamed in torment. She was experiencing pain like nothing else she had ever known. Worse even that what Balsar had done to her. And yet what she was enduring was entirely his fault. She screamed again, her body arching as her uterus contracted, thrusting her swollen abdomen toward the roof of the cavern. She had no midwife to help her. She was giving birth alone, her back pressed against the hard stone of the cavern floor. Balsar’s first coupling with her had implanted her fertile womb with his seed. It had grown rapidly within her until she was so gravid that she could not walk. Collapsing on the stone floor she could only watch as her belly continued to swell as the vile thing within her ripened. The fetus grew so quickly that she could actually see her girth increase. Now it had stopped growing, but now it wanted out.
“Eeeeaagghh!” She screamed again as the monstrous thing within her began to slide down her birth canal. Suddenly the air beside her shimmered and the demon king appeared.
“So paladin,” Balsar said. “Our first mating was fruitful. You have been given a great honour; the honour of bearing my son. There will be many more. One each time we mate. And yet you could be spared this if you would just consent to become my queen.”
Radella did not answer. She was too busy screaming as her body sought to expel the monstrous creature that had grown within her. She thought she might go mad, but doubted that was a real possibility. Madness was something else that was not allowed in Hell. At least the sort of madness that would have made Radella oblivious to what was being done to her. She had long since lost rack of the number of times she had been raped. The ordeal had gone on endlessly as she was taken by demons of every size. Even her pregnancy did not help her keep track of time as she had no way of knowing whether she had experienced a nine month pregnancy or whether Balsar’s seed had gown at an accelerated rate. She only knew that she was never free from some sort of sexual degradation.
“Eeeaagghh!” She was no longer humiliated by her weakness in screaming. It seemed a natural part of her now, almost as natural as breathing or giving birth. She shrieked again. The child was coming. She could feel its bulk shifting within her, driving inexorably and excruciatingly toward the opening between her legs.
And then suddenly she could see its head. Surprisingly, Balsar helped her. Cradling the head of the infant demon, he helped deliver his child and then lay it on Radella heaving breast.
Radella looked in horror at was she had spawned. It was a tiny mirror image of Balsar, yet huge by human standards. Giving birth to such a monster should have killed her, but death was simply not allowed. The child’s yellow eyes fixed on her and then it opened its mouth to show row upon row of razor edged teeth.
“Aaaaahhh!” Radella had not expected that, although she should have. The infant beast had latched onto her engorged left breast, and sinking its fangs into her nipple sucked mightily. Filled with disgust, and in considerable pain, she tired to dislodge her demon offspring, but it clung tenaciously, sinking its claws into her flesh and biting down even harder.
“Come paladin,” Balsar admonished her. “Surely you are not going to deny your child your mother’s milk?”
“It is not my child,” gasped Radella. “It is a demon beast forced on me by a monster. I have no feeling for it.”
“No?” asked Balsar. “Then you shall not be forced to suckle it.” He reached down with one great hand and tore the child from her bosom.
Radella screamed as her nipple was shredded by the demon child’s needle-like teeth. And then she cried out in horror as Balsar raised the child to his mouth and began to eat it alive.
“No!” she
cried.
“You own
child…”
“What care you?” the demon king replied, his mouth dripping blood. “You have just said that you bore no love for it. And we can soon make another.”
Radella wept as Balsar finished devouring her son. And then screamed in terror, as he seized her once again and dragged her toward him.
“No!” she shrieked as he entered her. She was whole again; having miraculously healed in the time it took Balsar to consume her demon son. Once more her screams echoed through the cavern as the king of the demons had his way with her.
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