I woke up inside an apartment with some friends and loved ones with me. We were all drawn outside, and as we stepped out of the door, we were greeted by the most beautiful yet terrifying sight. The sky was a deep shade of blood red, with thundering clouds that rained down droplets of blood instead of water.
As I looked down, I saw skeletal figures running at breakneck speeds, like a stampede of death. They were everywhere, and no one could outrun them. One of my friends tried to run down the stairs to the street, but as soon as she stepped out, she was vaporized in a cloud of red smoke. I was frozen in place, I never knew blood could look like that i wondered for a good few seconds what had just happened before my brain could comprehend it. Watching as my friends and loved ones were swept away by the skeletal figures. Turning into nothing more but red balls of vapor.
Then the dream shifted. I found myself in a magnificent great hall, so vast and awe-inspiring that I felt as though I had stepped into another world. The ceiling stretched up into an infinite expanse of shimmering stars, and the walls were adorned with golden tapestries depicting scenes from ancient mythology. Rows upon rows of ornate pillars, each one carved with intricate designs of angels and demons locked in eternal battle, lined the seemingly endless space.
At the center of the hall stood an enormous table, long enough to seat an army of beings, and it was surrounded by countless seats that seemed to stretch off into the distance. At the head of the table sat Lucifer, resplendent in his dark regalia, his piercing eyes surveying the room with an air of command.
The atmosphere was electric, charged with the power of the demonic presence that surrounded me. Yet despite the palpable sense of danger, there was a strange beauty to the hall that was difficult to ignore. It was as if I had been granted a glimpse into a realm beyond mortal comprehension, where power and glory mingled in a symphony of light and shadow. Though it may have had me shivering to my code i could not help but feel a tingle between my legs in excitement and terror mixed together.
As I looked around, I realized that I was not alone. Other humans, like me, Animal shaped girls and things i could not even start to comprehend sat in chairs against the walls in a long row that seemed to go on for as long as the eye could see. Watching the proceedings with a mixture of awe and fear. Some were whispering to one another, trying to make sense of the spectacle before them, while others simply sat in silent wonder, Others crying with there faces looking as if they where already dead from terror too overwhelmed to speak or breath.
All in all, the great hall was a sight to behold, a testament to the otherworldly majesty of the demonic realm.
Suddenly, a woman approached me and a few other girls, claiming that we now belonged to her. She commanded that we all follow her as me and a handfull of other girls was made to follow, She led us down into an underground tunnel that was damp and cold, with water droplets falling from the walls and a faint smell of decay in the air. The tunnel was narrow, and we had to walk in a single file behind her, our hands,legs and necks chained together in big iron shackles that clanked with every step. Barely being able to walk fast enough to keep up with the lady.
As we walked deeper into the tunnel, the darkness enveloped us, and the only sound was the echoing of our footsteps touching the ground still wet from the water dripping down the prior walls, some of which had bloody red prints. That made my heart beat increase so much as I wondered if she was leading us to our deaths and where all that blood came from. The atmosphere was suffocating, and I felt a sense of impending doom. Every step felt like we were descending further into the bowels of hell itself.
Finally, we reached the end of the tunnel, and as we stepped out, we were greeted by a large, misty room filled with the bodies of the dead. All the contorted and dismembered female bodies piled on top of each other. Some bodies were propped on the walls for aesthetic reasons, it seemed to me, as they were placed so elegantly to show off the bodies of those stunning girls that had died. We entered yet another room just to our left, and as soon as we entered, a young girl came up to us and handed each of us a dress and a little mask. It was clear to me that she was another slave like us, owned no doubt by this hostess, who just got ownership of all of us as well, and we were there for the pleasure of others.
I felt a rush of conflicting emotions as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Part of me was excited by the prospect of being a part of this new, mysterious world, but another part of me was terrified of the unknown and the possibility of what could happen to us. Will I be one of those bodies spiked or hung against the walls like all those other girls? Will I be nothing more than a useless piece of meat that only has use as decoration?
No, I shrugged. I will make it, I said to myself! I will not dissapoint her ever! This is my life, and I will cherish it and make her proud to own me. I will be the best slave I can be and make her proud. I nodded to myself and continued walking with the other girls. Unfortunately, my sister didn't have the same self-control as I did.
Despite the circumstances, I felt a strange sense of safety and belonging under her ownership. It was as if I finally found my place in this twisted, terrifying world. My sister, however, made a mistake and let out a fart, which led to her being sent away and never returning. I was heartbroken, but I knew I had to survive in this new reality. She was simply not strong enough for this new life we had; she did not understand this blessing we were given! This was truly the world I have been dreaming of my whole life on earth, and no matter the pain I felt for her getting taken away, I understood why it had to happen; she did not belong here.
The mistress led us through the misty room to a large red door, which she opened to reveal a grand chamber. The chamber was filled with people of all kinds, dressed in lavish costumes and masks; some of the girls were not wearing anything at all but their masks. My face turned a light shade of red as I could not help but stare at them dancing and moving around as if they had been doing things like this their whole lives. Men pleasuring the girls, girls pleasuring men—it seemed so natural and fun that I could barely resist the urge to join them. I realized that this was a place of pleasure and debauchery, where people came to indulge in their wildest fantasies. This would be my new home for the rest of my life.
As I looked down at the clothes I had been given earlier by one of the girls, including my own dress and a delicate white mask resembling a porcelain doll, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. The mask was the perfect complement to my porcelain-like complexion, and I knew it would flatter my youthful figure. The dress was made of the finest silk and was adorned with intricate lace and embroidery. Though it revealed much of my body, it was still elegant and sophisticated, befitting of my role as a worker.
Examining the dress, I was awestruck. It was a work of art, the kind that only the richest and most powerful could afford. Grateful for these gifts, I turned to my mistress and lowered myself to the floor in a deep bow, expressing my utmost gratitude for her generosity. Shockingly, she gracefully nodded to me, possibly signaling her approval of my heartfelt gratitude. I wonder if she knew what I was thinking and how truly grateful I was to her for taking me and making me hers.
As night fell and I explored the castle, I began to notice that the servants and maids were giving me suggestive looks and smirks. I couldn't help but feel a bit flustered and aroused by their teasing behavior. I truly wanted them to ravage me, but I understood that we were not allowed to play with each other; only the higher demons have the right to us. Later, as I wander around exploring my new environment, I find myself lost in this never-ending system of tunnels. I find a small opening leading into a secluded garden. It was so odd to see a garden in this hellish place, but I could not help but admire the beauty of this place. The sky was bloody red and seemed to have no end. The grass expanded seemingly forever with flowers and bushes everywhere. There were trees with fruit scattered around.
Oddly, I saw no wild life that stood out more than anything else, as I expected there to be a lot of it in a place like this. I walked up to a really big tree standing in the middle of a clearing and came across a handsome but mysterious stranger. He invites me to dance with him under the bloody moonlit sky. There was no music, but I could not bring myself to deny him. He presses his body close to mine, sending shivers down my spine. He grabbed onto my hips and pulled me against him tightly, almost taking my breath away. I looked up at him and could not believe how tall he was as he held me against his chest, feeling my breasts press up against his chest and feeling my cheeks turn blood red.
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I found myself unable to resist his seductive charm, and I soon found myself caught up in a passionate embrace with the stranger. As we explore each other's bodies, I can't help but feel a sense of danger and excitement. I never want this to end," I thought to myself, Feeling his hand slide under my dress, running down my back, and grabbing my cheek, he pressed it with what felt like all his might, and all I could do was let out a gasp. His body pressed harder against mine, and I submitted, giving in fully and waiting for him to ravage me. But just as things are heating up, the stranger disappears into the night, leaving me alone and yearning for more. Breathless and unsatisfied, I lay there, wishing someone else would take his place and satisfy me.
After getting my senses back, I got up and walked deeper into the forest. I found myself in a dark and mysterious past of this never-ending forest. The trees towered above me, and their twisted branches seemed to reach out like gnarled fingers. Nothing like the sights from before threatened to ensnare me. I walked cautiously through the thick underbrush, feeling as if I were being watched by unseen eyes, hoping, no, wishing it was the man from before, but not sure.
As I made my way deeper into the forest, I came across a clearing. In the center of the clearing stood a tall, muscular man. He had dark hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to look right through me. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized he was staring at me intently.
He beckoned me closer, and I found myself unable to resist his magnetic pull. As I approached, I could see that he was naked. My eyes wandered down his chiseled chest and broad shoulders, and I felt a warmth spreading through my body. This man made me instantly forget my prior engagement.
He took me by the hand and led me to a nearby tree. He pressed me against the rough bark, and I felt his strong hands roaming over my body. He whispered in my ear, telling me how much he wanted me, and I couldn't help but moan in response.
It was clear I would not deny him as I led his hand onto my chest, immediately showing him that I wanted him. With the heat starting to grow insanely between my legs, it took everything I had not to faint at that exact moment.
We continued to explore each other's bodies, teasing and tantalizing each other with playful kisses and touches. I felt a fire burning deep within me, and I knew that I wanted him more than anything.
Eventually, we sank down onto the soft, mossy ground, our bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. We lost ourselves in the heat of the moment, each giving and taking pleasure in equal measure. It was clear this was not a mortal, as no mortal could be this well hung. This man was a god; he simply could not be anything else. The things he did, the way he went inside my womb, and the heat he generated inside me, pulsing inside me, were more intense than any moment I could ever have thought possible.
As we lay there, our bodies spent from our lovemaking, I looked up at the dark sky above us. The stars seemed to be twinkling in approval of our forbidden union, looking down at my belly all swollen from the enormous amount of seed he planted inside of me, giving my tiny tummy a bump and seeming as if I was in the late stages of impregnation. And I knew that I would never forget this moment as long as I lived.
A few days later, I wandered through the twisted paths of this new world yet again, feeling lost and alone. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the distance. It was my sister, the one who had been taken away so many years ago.
My heart leaped with joy at the sight of her. As I ran towards her, my heart pounding with excitement, my sister turned to me, her eyes filling with recognition. We ran towards each other, and as we embraced tightly, tears streamed down our faces, leaving bloody red trails on our cheeks. It was a bittersweet moment, filled with joy at seeing her again but also sorrow for all the lost years we could never get back. We held each other for what felt like an eternity, just grateful to be reunited once again.
We spent some time catching up, talking about everything that had happened since we had last seen each other. It was a bittersweet reunion, knowing that we were only together for this brief moment before we had to go back to our masters.
No matter what, I would not waste this time. We talked for what seemed to be an eternity. As we talked, I couldn't help but notice the scars on my sister's wrists. I knew she had suffered greatly in captivity, but seeing the physical proof of her pain broke my heart. She told me stories of the abuse she endured, the loneliness that consumed her, and the hopelessness that nearly drove her mad.
But despite everything she had been through, my sister still had a spark of resilience and strength within her. She was not fully broken yet. She spoke of her dreams, her hopes for the future, and her determination to never give up. Her words inspired me, and I felt a renewed sense of purpose and hope.
As our time together began to fade, I hugged my sister tightly once more, promising that I would find a way to get her back with me. She handed me a band she had made; it was a braided piece of her hair that she had worn on her wrist. She said that she had made it in preparation of seeing me again, and it filled my heart with warmth knowing that she had faith all this time that we would meet again. She never gave up on me or forgot me, so I proudly accepted it as I hugged her again, promising that we would be together one day. We parted ways, but the memory of our reunion stayed with me till this day.
Even though it was just a night, I knew that my sister was still out there somewhere, and I vowed to do everything in my power to find her and bring her back to my embrace. I now knew that she had matured and was finally ready for this life we had been blessed with! She may have been hurt and used by countless demons, but it has made her finally see and understand what gives me pleasure in life. I could never tell her that this is what turned me on and what I was hoping for my whole life, but it was.
I was glad that we were here, and I was glad that this happened. When Mistress summons me next time, I will make sure to suggest to her that she get ownership back of my little lost sister, not just yet as I believe she will be broken soon so she can fully embrace this life, but to tell Mistress of her progress in hopes that she would possibly make her hers again and possibly teach her more herself as she is the best Mistress no doubt. as I am sure she can be of good use to her, and it would truly be nice to have my loved one back by my side. Hopefully one day she will fully accept this world as I have and learn to embrace the pain.
As the night wore on, I found myself getting lost in the experience, swept up in the frenzy of it all. As the dream came to an end, I could feel the weight of my emotions crashing down on me. I had been living in that hellish world for what felt like an eternity, and it was hard to imagine leaving it all behind. In that place, I had found a sense of belonging and purpose in serving my mistress and living as a true submissive. I had grown attached to the demonic beings that inhabited that world and had even started to think of them as my family.
But as I woke up, the reality of my mundane existence came crashing down on me, and I couldn't help but break down in tears. I cried for what felt like hours, mourning the loss of the life I had left behind in that dream. I missed the red sky and the eerie silence of that world, the feeling of belonging, the smell of the blood, even the smell of the bodies scattered around the world; I have gotten used to it all, and I want to go back. The sense of purpose that came with serving my mistress is all I want and long for in this world.
As my tears ran out and reality set in, I knew that I would never be able to go back to that place. I was left with nothing but the memories of that world and the faint hope that maybe, one day, I would be able to return to it in my dreams. But for now, I was back in this world, left to wonder what fate awaited me in this strange, mundane existence.