If you had asked Krystal that morning whether she expected to spend her life serving as a pleasure slave to a demon in Hell, she would have answered no. Krystal of that morning saw herself as having a successful career in the modeling industry. She would be having fun, earning well and enjoying being the centre of male lust.
Krystal of this current point of time (which in Hell is a relative concept) had a choice. In the split seconds before Garkon's cock was set to explode, she made a choice. This servitude seemed to be what she truly wanted. Krystal felt happy in her new position in life. She was serving a mighty demon lord. A demon lord with the most fantastic set of cock and balls she had ever encountered. Her new lord began to spurt his seed down her throat. It tasted far better than any human cum she had ever encountered. Garkon took his still ejaculating cock out of her mouth and guided the stream of his cum to make a strange symbol on her chest. With his large demonic hand he rubbed the symbol in. Krystal felt a slight burning but no mark had been left on her skin. Nonetheless she knew she had been branded as the slave of Lord Garkon and she felt content with the fact.
"Arise my new slave slut Krystal. Let all my subjects see that you are mine, body and soul." Garkon spoke triumphantly. For the first time Krystal turned away from her master to see the other beings in the room, a large collection of strange and frightening creatures all staring at her with hungry lust in their eyes.
She then turned again and for the first time took a good look at the beautiful young women she would be joining in her master's harem. There were four of them and each one seemed to have a different expression on their face. One of the girls looked ecstatic to have a new friend. One seemed to look almost like she was drugged, not taking notice of anything going on. Another was staring at their master with pure love in her eyes. And one was staring right at Krystal, with a blazing fire of hatred on her face. |