After the bathroom lights are turned off, Sardonix's pack come around our tub, bite their palms and bleed into the bath water, adding their demonic concoction to the makeshift cauldron – Gerry and I, being the main ingredients. Our feet touch as we wait nervously for the outcome.

In the darkness, which explodes to a pitch black with 8 demons consuming any spare light, we can only hope this won't involve our own pain.

Thankfully, Sardonix's pack do not touch us for this segment.

The bathwater acts as a perfect portal, and it sinks Gerry and I down into the red obsidian depths to their territory in hell.

Gerry and I get consumed in the state of the liquid, only to fall out into a fire pit below. The sides of the blood-red bowl curve down into the soil of hell like a crater. We're literally upon a bed of coals at the centre. But we're not burning. We're somehow immune and only feel a warm heat.

Gerry and I awkwardly stand and look around... to the gigantic trees of hell with burning leaves, the crimson sky and an iron gate, opened wide for us.

Gerry and I crawl out of the bowl toward the iron gate.

Up above, through the iron fence, we see a field of white, littering the black soil.

Walking through the toiled soil, are feminine figures in dark robes walking – most floating –slowly navigating the area.

"Nuns?" I whisper to Gerry.

"Shhh," One of the girls closest to us spins, showing her face as her hood slips down slightly, "You will not speak in the Garden of Bones."

She's... dead, at least, she looks like it with those spiders crawling over her grey lifeless skin, and the shaded eyes look empty too.

I tentatively reach for Gerry's hand and she reaches for mine.

There is a path through this Garden, and Gerry and I see the edges of it burning, leading toward a different kind of temple. Out of the red fog, up ahead, is a church.

Gerry and I both look behind us.

The opposite way is now flanked by two women wearing medieval armour, holding heavy swords, watching us with black eyes and cloths covering their nose and mouth. Their skin is also grey.

They show no expression, they are soulless – puppets.

The way they begin to walk forward so oddly shows that their movements are done as if on strings.

This was a demon's farm – souls were taken here, and the shell of the bodies were used. To be the only two living souls here is quite intimidating. The bones planted in the soil were like decorative flowers... all leading to that church of hell up ahead...

In a blur, a pack of furry Lycan beasts lope out of the front.

We walk toward them because we have no choice.

Gerry and I cannot talk, we can only approach, feigning bravery – until those Lycans are sprinting toward us, claws out, their gait increasing rapidly as they froth at the mouth with excitement and a deep primal hunger.

In a moment of weakness, we both break apart and run in opposite directions through the Garden, the instinct to escape was just too strong.

Demons were not pretty.

They were dread on legs, terrors running straight toward us, it was no better than our night terrors.

However, while in a dream, escape is eventual – now our escape was futile.

As I realise it, and I hear the pounding of the soil behind me, I scream as one Lycan catches me around the waist, throws me over his shoulder and turns back to the church, sprinting back while laughing deep in his throat.

Geraldine is also apprehended.

We're both taken to the church screaming.

We're dropped at the entrance, and their teeth snapping at our asses has us speed-crawling into the church.

Gerry and I slip right into a shallow black pool of water that looked like the floor, and we both run out of it now covered in black guck.

We unite once again, grabbing each other's hands, while dark shapes move in the dark church. There is barely any light – and no windows.

Only one light comes from the altar – the red in Sardonix's Lycan eyes.

"Come closer."

We're forced to shuffle forward.

"Who is the audience?" Gerry asks Sardonix.

"Demons. Do you have any other questions, witches?"

"...what is this stuff?" Gerry asks.

"Rotting blood."

"We don't want to die, only get fucked, r-right?" I blurt.

"Then... come... closer and obey me," Sardonix leans over his huge dick and snarls with all his teeth over me.

I eye off his Lycan balls and hard shaft, and as I feel myself wanting to crawl toward it, at the same time, my hip flares with fire. The mark.

I wince as I reach my hands up and hold the head of his dick in my hands, my lips inches from the tip of his cock... a fire creeps up my back... don't... argh, I can't think straight, so I lick him slowly.

Just as I lick Sardonix's cock, there is an extra pair of eyes behind him, and teeth baring – as Arma appears from the shadows.

His eyes are locked on mine.

Sardonix doesn't look to him, he just addresses him, "Do your duty and guard the perimeters, Sentinel, this bitch is busy praying."

"Behave," Arma snarls at me, "Juniper."

"Amon!" Gerry spots her Lycan, on the opposite side of Sardonix, "...why are you here...?"

"Because," Sardonix answers her directly, "This is where the bad bitches go to get punished."

"...Selene," Amon murmurs to Sardonix, "Oni sent her to the King of Lycans for punishment. She is a problem as leader."

"I'm aware Onyx is teaching her the ultimate lesson in subservience, she is a hard bitch to crack... these two are just nuts," Sardonix smiles brightly as his demon and it comes across as the lovely look you get before you die. I stop licking his cock, when I get distracted by sudden movement below me.

My ankles are apprehended by heavy claws like weights or irons.

I'm held in place – as my legs are then spread apart.

I feel a wet hot tongue, lick between my cheeks, and I jerk around to see Oni himself licking my ass and pussy, fangs bared when I dare look back.

"Focus, witch," Sardonix smacks my face with his cock, and I glare but can only keep my anger on the rise for a short while, as my thighs quiver over Oni's thirsty tongue, and I open my mouth to breathe.

Sardonix grabs my head and plugs my mouth with his Lycan cock, while I hear Geraldine squeak curiously.

When I roll my eyes to the side, her legs are being chained apart to a spreader by the pack, and as the chain is pulled up, she's being hung upside down.

Sardonix pushes into my throat as I suck. Oni's tongue licks right over my clip, slow and pressured as I start to bob my head back and forth, getting lost in the lust and the power of Sardonix's cock over my tongue. Hot. Full. Ready to drip.

I try to focus on Gerry, to give her some reassurance or support if she sees me, but she's already got the pack licking her all over, especially her thighs, inside of her knees and directly into and over her exposed pussy, while Amon strolls by, growling a humoured warning at her to be quiet when she's already got her face stuck between multiple sets of Lycan balls, with the fun task of having to clean them. Geez... I'm a lil jealous...

"Focus on the worship, Juny," Sardonix admonishes me once again, "They'll get their turn with you, slut, don't worry about it. Drown on my darkness..." I suck harder, focusing on his red eyes above mine and his handsome Lycan smile, as he drawls, "Let it save you from your pointless, stupid mortal thoughts... hell is your permanent home now. This service will be your end..."

Wait...

What – ?!

Onyx drags me by the ankle into a special room for punishing insane whores, and sits me on a damn throne.

And it's not without consequence.

The girls nearby are called upon to bind me down, so my arms are stuck to the arm rests, and my neck is locked back, my ankles too. While I sit in my gothic dress, not even removed, just torn apart, Onyx paces around me, while the pack enter, with Silvia and Cleo escorted to me.

"Say sorry," Onyx puts a claw on my cheek, "Nicely. And don't swear."

Silvia stands with her arms crossed, while Cleo is in the arms of Magnus, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"You don't mean that," Silvia murmurs, raising a brow.

"You're lying," Cleo hisses, "And you still have bad intentions toward our beasts."

"What is her aura, Cleo?" Onyx asks his fairy princess.

"...air..." Cleo whispers, "Like a mirror stands between her soul and my sight. I cannot see it. It's blocked by her devil's mark. But I know she's lying to me."

"I'm sorry, okay?" I say it a bit louder, "I'm strapped down to a chair, I can't exactly say it with grace."

"You think she's a slut pup?" Silvia asks Onyx, "She's something else."

"Oh, no, she is a slut pup," Onyx puts his hand on my forehead, his claws dancing over my eyes in excitement, "But she's also a blood bag full of curses, spells and such... she's a valuable meat-thing. And a bitch."

"You're right," Cleo jumps out of Magnus' arms and comes over to me, hands on hips, she glares right down into my eyes, "You're the bitch. NOT ME!"

"Okay, I am the bitch," I take it, "I didn't ask to be here."

"If she's so ungrateful, you should consume her," Cleo suggests to Onyx, shrugging, "Eat her! Barbecue her! I don't care!"

"No," Silvia yells, "Do not encourage him to eat humans, Cleo – we try to minimise that, okay?" she whispers that last part, looking a little embarrassed.

"You must have no soul," I snap at Cleo, unable to keep it in while she's looking so damn arrogant with her wings fluttering fairy dust in excitement and her hands still on her hips.

"Oh, I know," Cleo glares at me once more, "I accept that you apologised to the best of your ability."

"Let me off this damn chair," I demand Silvia, "Please. I don't deserve this. Onyx came to my family home and killed every staff member with his pack and his son and his pack. They killed so many innocent people."

"I love my King but he is no angel when he wants a whore to join his club," Silvia warns me, "If you are inclined to fuck Lycans, if you've enjoyed it, I suggest a word of advice, resisting your own lust will drive you truly mad... if you aren't mad already. This is a place where you can feel safe to be as crazy as you like."

"I understand that to a certain extent. But I'm no meat-thing... though you may be... I am a Luna Witch... I am not just a fuck toy like you..." I'm not really trying to insult Silvia, although she doesn't take it kindly.

"I am a Lycan Queen," Silvia states, "I simply perform my duties to the best of my ability – and I don't deny it. At the same time, I'm not just a fuck toy either. So don't suggest I am one."

I can't help the thoughts swirling in my head.

I smirk before I snap back.

"So you're a 'Top Slut' with some delusions of independence on the side?" I grill her now, "What is there to be proud of...?"

"You can leave," Onyx snarls at Silvia and Cleo, protectively, and I'll admit it's somewhat sexy, "I'll take over from here."

"When you and your friends are being bar tenders, you'll respect me, you'll repay the Lycans – and we'll all be even," Silvia calms down, not raising her voice, she glances between Onyx and I once more, and then focuses on her King, "At least teach her some manners..."

Silvia and Cleo turn and walk out, while Onyx's pack stay in the room, while I'm still locked into the chair.

As they pace around me, Onyx's claws click over my neck restraint, and release me from the bond.

Then he uncuffs my wrists and ankles – until I'm free of all restraints from the tacky punishment throne.

I immediately pull off the chair and stand between eight furry demon Lycans, lusting over my torn dress and bitchy glare.

"You've killed my friends..." I look them all in the eye as I turn around and speak bravely, "...I burned your temple... and I've already fucked your Kind," I think of Oni, and both my marks, on my hip and ass, they burn with the thought, "Now – you want to do me a favour... and give me my most secret desire? You call that a punishment?" I focus on Onyx as I swivel toward him, "Making me cum. Making me orgasm. A million times? Fine," I slowly drop to my knees, and I don't break eye contact with his furious demon eyes – no matter how hard I want to look down, I tell him, clearly, in my sultry Luna tone, "Come. Be a Good Boy. Fuck me."

I say it slow.

I say it with provocation.

I don't look away.

My throat goes dry, at the silence in the room and the red light washing over everything.

All their dicks are hard and swaying, like darn swords or wands.

I look between all those I have to please, and I focus on Onyx's abdominals – a pleasing sight, and a small sign of weakness... I just have to remember to fucking breathe, or my own bluff might kill me.

It was about to begin.

I'm sitting back on my hands against my heels, and I open my mouth – closing my eyes.

I'll be fucking obedient – but I won't fucking break.

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skeler - one day (slowed + reverb)