[Larzaius]

Chapter 4 The Hunter's Humiliation

“Answer me Stacey; you're just a dirty little whore, aren't you?” Eva demanded.

Stacey looked over at the altar, now filled with a great amount of fear. If Larzarius sacrificed her, nothing would stop him from destroying the heavens and earth.

"Yes...yes I am..." She said with a sense of hopelessness.

"Good, now get up and bend over, facing Eva. Wrap your tits around that strap on." She did as she was told; slowly bending over, pressing her luscious tits around Eva's fake cock. Belinda pulled out of her; started rubbing her strap-on against The Hunter's ass, using her juices as lubricant.

She looked around; hundreds of hooded cult members with their dicks out, stroking. Her eyes widened with humiliation, her lips parted in shock. She knew what was coming and yet she didn't fight it. Belinda slowly pushed the strap-on into her ass; using the vibrator on the outer edges of her crack.

Stacey gave a gargled, broken cry at the terrifying feeling. "Ugggh…Help, please!" She clung to Eva tightly, as the men stroked faster.

“You want help?" Belinda asked as she pushed faster; as she did this, Eva pumped the fake dildo against her tits.

'What are you?”

"A...slut..." The Hunter felt so helpless, so humiliated.

"What kind of slut?"

"Dirty little...slayer slut..."

She heard the demonic chuckle of Larzaius, as he watched the three of them. "Good Belinda, check her with your tongue. Eva, you use your fingers, see if she wet."

Belinda and Eva pulled away and did as they were told. "Here slut, clean the juices off this,” Belinda said putting her vibrator by her tongue as Eva's went by her nipples. She licked it immediately, intoxicated by her own sweet, tangy taste, moaning uncontrollably. The vibrator on her nipples feeling so good, made her breasts tremble against it. "You’re going to be a good little whore for now on aren't you?" Belinda asked her, as she lapped at her pussy.

“Mmmmmmm.”

“You're going to suck any cock that comes to the door?” Eva continued the questioning.

“Yes, Eva.” the Hunter moaned

"Show us," Belinda stood up and put her strap on by Stacey’s lips. "Pizza boy, give him a tip." As she spoke Eva was sucking her tits while vibing her pussy. She took it into her mouth, taking it as far back into her throat as she could. "You like that cock in your mouth don't you?"

Stacey could only moan approvingly. "But it would be better in your pussy, wouldn't it?"

She made a delighted sound with the strap-on in her mouth. Belinda took it out of her mouth "Beg for it, and admit what you are!"

"Please I'm a slut, I’m a slut. I'm a SLUT!" She screamed desperately.

"And what do you want, slut?" Belinda questioned her, calmly.

“TO BE FUCKED” She gasped; to her surprise she really meant it this time.

“How? Say please and give me details.”

Stacy stopped. She tried to resist what she was about to say but the drugs were flowing through her bloodstream, making it hard to hide her primal urges. “Please, I want one in each hole!”

The girls looked at her in shock and then lust as approached her. Belinda lay down, allowing the Hunter to mount her. Stacy moaned as the dildo slid into her pussy. She was more than fully lubricated by this time. Eva however, was another matter; despite her curiosity, Stacy had only encountered anal sex twice in her life. Now her friend was pushing against her ass with a large plastic phallus, leaving Stacy confused with herself. She screamed as both her friends pushed into her; despite the pain she couldn't help but grind her hips, trying to drive them in more deeply. The feeling of humiliation of her friends using her like a whore, was actually more exciting to her than it should have been.

“Dirty whore, we're going to sell this slutty ass on the street to every big-dicked gang member we can find.” Belinda grunted, grabbing Stacy by the throat. Eva pinched her nipples hard, the rough treatment started to get to Stacy; her pussy was on fire with the rough treatment.

“Yes, and Eva? I'll help you please that scumbag boss that I know you've been sucking off.” Stacy said, not at all sure if what she said was true or not.

Eva replied with a violent twist of her nipple. Belinda continued rubbing into her; the girl's hand constantly changing pressure, keeping Stacy off guard. The brutal double fucking continued as the cult members moved in for a closer look. Larzaius himself stepped off his throne. He watched the three of them, lost in insane lust and chuckled as he worked an illusion over them.

They looked around, finding themselves in a sleazy porn shop; their memories remembering how they fell on tough times, and had to take a job as display models. Things got worse for them, as the more they used the toys on each other while perverts watched, the hornier it made them. It worsened further, as the owner of the shop started to fancy himself their pimp. These poor, desperate, horny exhibitionists couldn't afford to lose their jobs; so they began offering free hand jobs with the rental of two and blow jobs with the rental of four.

Stacy shook her head, wondering how her life took such a terrible turn. “No this is a lie, I'm not a whore.” She whispered.

The promotion became terrible as the customers could use sex toys on the models; and if they paid extra, they could use the equipment they were born with. There was no fighting over models allowed; instead, the models had to service two or more customers at a time. Each one of them seemed to have a particular kink that helped them enjoy their new profession.

Belinda liked being disciplined, she was deliberately the most resistant and most of the clients knew it. She especially loved men in authority, teachers, cops, soldiers, even office fast food supervisors. She would obey any command no matter how degrading it was. Eva turned out to be a cum junkie; she loved sucking, stroking and choking on cock. In fact, her addiction was so bad that all it took was an exposed cock and she would be on her knees; one time a flasher in the park in broad daylight, received a nice surprise from her. Stacy was even more screwed up, she liked being gang-raped. Not to be confused with gang-banged; no, she wanted to her customers to gang up on her, hold her down and force themselves into whatever hole they wanted. She would get wet as they tore her clothes off. On more than one occasion she had to go home either wearing the tattered remains of her clothes, or a humiliating costume from the store (which came out of her pay cheque).

Stacy shook her head again, something was wrong. Her memory of the hesitation faded, ‘of course something's wrong we should have quit a long time ago! We have more than enough to start all over again. Some of our customers have been more than generous with us.’ She shook her head as she realized the sad truth, was they couldn't quit. They were too messed up now from their jobs, they were all fuck junkies.

They hid their pro-bono work from their employer; who wouldn't have been happy to learn that they had been giving away the goods for free. Belinda's teachers had learned about her discipline fetish; the less than honest ones were black mailing her with her grades, not that it really bothered her. Eva's cum addiction required her to have at least five loads a day just to function properly; she had reached a new low, sucking off practically anyone who exposed their cock to her. Stacey had also reached an all-time low; deliberately walking around in bad neighbourhoods, going to seedy bars, even wearing as little as possible on subways. She practically walked around screaming please gang-rape me.

Larzaius watched as the girls all slowly started to accept the small pieces of reality that he had rewritten in their heads. They moaned like whores in heat; especially The Hunter. He wasn't done with her yet, he had special plans for the long-time enemy of his; the kind that would destroy her body mind and soul.