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The shag carpet stretched all along the drafty cathedral-style castle on top of a very steep hill. Light flickering on the highest window, - splashing the glass a sickly green - as the Mistress of the Castle was working on another Experiment.

Morsel was in her cage, body fidgeting, bored, as she slapped her tail across the bars like it was some sort of musical instrument. The sharp pangs of pain zapped up her spine like some sort of volume meter, the higher the sensation of pain got, the closer it got to her neck, she imagined it as a higher note.

She kept her eyes closed, listening to the thunder, feeling the light flashes against her eyelids. It was soothing today. Most days it only leads to a headache. She didn't have to yowl all night for attention or food when Mistress was working on an Experiment, also it meant she may have a playmate soon. The other one died too quickly.

Several more hours of thunderclaps before there was silence. It was so sudden that it was startling and Morsel opened her eyes. The room was pitch black now. Her tail curled around the cage bars as she tried with all her might to see in the dark. She was a demon, damn it, she should be able to see in the dark! But she then remembered, her last Owner sold that as part of her 'dowry' when he passed her along to this new owner. Mistress Blythe... was a mad scientist and a magister of the mystic arts. She was very powerful, and not someone you ever wanted to disappoint.

Mistress needed a break from her laboratory And it was Morsel's feeding time. Her pussy ached, it was so full of cream. It was hard for her to walk down the stairs without making flatulent sounds and squishing noises at weird off-key pitches.

"Ohhh Morsel..." she sang invitingly, once she got into the dark room.

The beast girl got on her knees in her cage. "Is it mealtime?" she asked. Her lips did not move, they were sewn shut, so her ventriloquist collar spoke for her, and lit up to three lights, meaning her voice was soft. If it lit to the full nine, that meant she was screaming her lungs out.

The soft padded feet of Mistress walked across the shag carpet room, and felt around the wall, claws extended, so the sound of the scraping could be heard by Morsel. "Yes, it is, my pet, and I am aching. I'm so full, I hope you're hungry." she chuckled.

"I am mistress, I am very hungry to serve you."

"Ah, ah, ah, you beastly girl, you know the rules, say the magic words."

"Morsel needs your gooey cunt. I offer you a captured soul for a taste."

The lights slowly dimmed awake. Lava Lamps an eerie ectoplasmic green started to ooze to life, giant ones embedded inside the wall, like terrariums of ... glowing goo, which started to dance once the switch was clicked and the light illuminated.

Mistress was very tall, she wore a halter top that held her small breasts in place, a long flowing cloak and she had long wooly legs and a cute sheep tail that wagged quickly the hornier she was. And right now, it was nearly a small propeller that could lift her from the floor if she wanted, her belly was transparent though like it was made of glass, and it looked like the lava lamps that were all around the room, with a purple juice from her fruit shaped head gooping and goo-ing around inside.

Another button was pressed which unlocked Morsel's cage, the moment the door slid open, the beastly demon scrambled and crawled to the tall Lava Lamb Domme and started to kiss her hooves pleadingly, beggingly. Knowing the humiliation that she felt was making more goo form in that cunt by the second.

Grabbing her by the scruff of her head, Mistress spread her legs apart and then pressed the demoness's face into her gooey cunt. The lava goo cream of her sex was acidic and hallucinogenic. The demon felt the acid goo eat the stitches from her lips - and then she was free to eat her meal. It was the only thing her mouth was allowed to do.

She gobbled it down like a spicy fancy feast, enjoying the corrosive burn down her throat and against her sandpaper tongue, the pain of it trying to heal as she ate, was exhilarating. Feeling the hazy high of the drug of her domme start to take effect, she gave the Mistress, a captured soul to feed her heart that was so very cold and lonely - empty as the object body that she was. The demon was legion, she harbored lost souls like an empty room attracts dust and cobwebs, Morsel had assimilated so many souls in her lifetime. And at meal time, she released one or maybe more than one to her mistress, to inhabit one of her aberrant golem experiments. They became Morsel's new plaything....it was a beautifully sadistic arrangement.

_ __Mistress Blythe - Baa Baa Blythe, spread your wooly thighs, let this demon clean your insides, Baa Baa Blythe, lady of lava and goo, so much backlog of cream, she didn't know what to do but offer every drippy drop, and morsel to Ewe, the Mewling LambCat of Legion and Slime. Abyss Born and Not missed At all, who could miss a frail demon as she, only four foot tall and a pod of one, hickory dickory dock, this demon sold her sight like a common frock, for the honor of being the soul stock of a mistress of madness, living high on a hill, creating mysteries, and selling it to the masses in the forms of tiny cute dolls or gummy, medicinal pills... _

It was their favorite nursery Rhyme, the humans got the tame version, but yknow geese, they kind of honk shit up how they want.

Blythe's lava infected Morsel's mind and made her body convulse in staccato jerks and spasms. She was seizing with pulses of pleasure, her mind was mushing and her maw was squishing, the souls were rushing into the emptying vault of Blythe's abdomen. The light was growing and glowing. The screaming was reverberating off the walls of her translucent skin. It was a kind of jubilation, the ache transmuted to a kind of purpose and drive. The uncertainty of how long these souls would survive was enough to make her nipples hard. Morsel fed and Mistress fed, til there was nothing left to feed upon. And Mistress threw the demon away from her body. The haunting howl of a stray soul being absorbed into Mistress soured into a soft sob sound as it was swallowed inside her body. There were three offered this time. Morsel was generous tonight.

The demon, lamb-cat licked her maw and sighed satisfied. The parasitic mites that lived in her fur came out with their needle fingers and ripped fur from the demon's scruff, to sew her lips shut again. The pain of the sewing had her collar going up to six, in the sounds of agony - she kept looking at the Mistress as she wailed at being Silenced, she knew that the Mistress enjoyed watching her suffer. The bright blood on her maw and fresh stitches made her look like some sort of horrifying doll.

Mistress enjoyed the vision of her pet like this. She smiled. "You'll have new playmates soon. Get back in your cage now, pet. Let your mind plot the things you'll test my new progeny with. I want you to have fun, so be creative, and I may reward you with a trip to the Screaming Hills of Sheol again."

The demon's eyes went bright with tears and hope. And then she crawled back into her cage and with the click of the door, she lay on her back against the cool metal and Mistress disappeared out of the room, vanquishing the lights and leaving to complete her experiment. She had made the body, all that was missing now ... was a soul. And then the real work began.