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[center][b]Warnings Come After the Spell[/b][/center]

[center][b]By: VeronicaFoxx[/b][/center]

[center][b]For: NxPaqu[/b][/center]

“You know, [i]this[/i] is exactly the reason that the warnings come [i]after[/i] the spells," the demoness chuckled as she traced a finger over the sweat-slicked skin of her captive. “It helps ensure that those who lack either the patience or talent, or both, are weeded out before they become a danger to more than just themselves."

Sam screamed as loudly as she could, for all the good it did her, and yanked at the chains that bound her. The scream was a combination of rage, affront, humiliation, and fear, a roar that momentarily silenced the chitter of the lesser demons that flocked outside the baphomet's lair. The human hung from her wrists, the shackles cutting into her skin with her body weight resting on them, her toes dangling an inch or so from the floor. Her clothing had been burned away, leaving her slightly scorched but otherwise unharmed and fully hairless aside from her head. She was trapped in hell, the prisoner of a demon that she herself had summoned, and all because of a single smudged symbol.

“Look, we can make a deal, right?" she tried, not exactly hopeful but not wanting to give up any possible escape. “Demons like deals, right?"

“Oh, of course," Valery agreed, stepping in close so that her much larger breasts flattened against the humans, the foot-long horse-like shaft at her groin sliding against Sam's stomach. “I'll make a deal with you."

The attempted sorceress perked up, eyes widening. “O-o-okay! Yeah! Let's make a deal. I'm sure you want out of here as much as I do, so- gck!"

She was cut off by a pair of fingers that slid into her mouth and nearly down her throat, her lower jaw pinched between them and the thumb beneath her chin. “Oh, my dear, sweet, stupid mageling. You have neither the power nor the experience to open a rift between worlds without the symbols and equipment you used the first time, and," the demoness glanced around, “well, I don't see any of that here, do you?"

With a laugh, the goat-headed and -legged demoness stepped away, strutting a few paces before turning and flaring her wings. One hand reached down to stroke at the male length that bobbed between her legs as a grin split her hairy face wide. “So, instead, we'll have to make a deal for something else. Neither of us will be breaking free of this plane any time soon without outside assistance, so we'll need to wager on something else, won't we?"

Sam squirmed against the rough rock of the wall behind her as the demon approached once more, still stroking that monster cock, her eyes drawn to it and the fist-sized orbs that hung below. “Wh-what… What would you… what kind of wager?"

In a swift movement, Valery had grabbed both of her ankles and pinned them to the wall beside her shoulders, folding her in half and completely exposing her feminine charms to the demon's desires. The solid length of meat stroked between her legs as the demoness ground against her, the sweat that covered her mixing with the pre that dribbled from its tip.

“I'll bet that you scream," the baphomet growled through a sadistic grin. “If you can keep from doing that, I'll unchain you and let you go. Otherwise, you'll be… hanging around until I get tired of breeding you."

“Scream?" Sam squeaked, writhing as she struggled against both shackles and the iron grip of her captor. “B-breeding? Please, no!"

She could feel the tip of the equine shaft bumping against her, nearly up to her sternum, the thick globs of pre coating her skin further. It was massive, at least as thick as her forearm and as long. There was no way it was going to do anything but utterly destroy her!

“Well, the only other deal I'm willing to make is if you bear me a thousand offspring. By that point, I'll probably be bored of you. A thousand young and you'll have your freedom from me. Would you prefer that deal?"

“No! I… I'll take the first one…" Sam could feel tears leaking down her cheeks, trapped by her own hubris, then immediately regretted it as Valery's hips pulled back, making sure to stroke every last inch of the terrifying shaft between the human's netherlips. “Wait, wait! There's gotta be some other- AAAAAH!"

She was cut off by the demon driving into her without even a moment's hesitation. She felt it spread her walls, stretching them beyond anything her fingers had achieved, forcing them apart in a surge that was like fire scorching her tunnel. The blunt tip rammed against the back end of her hole with enough force to drive the remaining air from her lungs.

“I knew you couldn't last," the demon teased as Sam gasped and choked, fighting for air. “You must [i]want[/i] to be my breeding slave after all. I must be that someone special you were saving yourself for, hm?"

Sam shook her head, trying to deny it. She hadn't been holding onto her v-card on purpose or for anyone in particular, and especially not some demonic rapist! Air flooded back into her lungs when the telephone pole inside of her suddenly pulled back, creating a suction that seemed to want to draw her guts along with it. Then it slammed inwards once more, and her scream sounded yet again. It was more than she could take, more than any human was meant to take, absolutely impossible! There was no way she was going to survive this!

The baphomet pulled back and rammed home another thrust, nipping at the human's cheeks with blunt teeth and dragging her tongue across them to lap up the spilled tears. “Don't worry, dear, I'll make sure you survive. The burning isn't just me tearing you open; I'm healing you as well. I can't very well let my new broodmare get broken during her very first breeding, now can I?"

Sam let out another scream, as long and as loudly as she could, thrashing and fighting against her fate, shaking her head in vigorous denial, but it was pointless. She hung pinned to the wall as the demon pounded into her again and again and again. She could feel her body weakening, not only losing strength as her energy failed, but something else inside her. It was like putting your hand against a tightly stretched sheet of plastic wrap, feeling it stretch and strain, until there was a sharp feeling of something being spread that wasn't meant to be.

Sam's scream caught in her throat as she strangled on it from the pain, her entire body clenching against it, trying to expel the invader but only managing to massage the demonic cock that split her. After nearly a minute, and almost blacking out from the inability to breathe, her muscles slackened, and she hung trembling in the demon's grasp. With her head hanging against her chest, she could see a bulge in her stomach that hadn't been there before, an outline of the cock pressing up through her skin, those laden orbs firmly pressed to the cheeks of her rear.

“Oh, you didn't think I was going to let you get away without taking me balls deep, now did you?" Valery taunted, bucking her hips to bounce the breeding slave an inch along her shaft. “Oh, you're going to learn to take me like this in every hole you have, and a few new ones if I decide to get creative. Now, why don't we take care of the little problem you have of not being filled with my young, hm?"

Sam could only weep, all the fight gone out of her. Her tunnel burned as the baphomet set to pounding her properly. Each thrust bottomed out against the back of her womb, causing her to hiccup between sobs. Each time the demon's swollen sack smacked against her, she could swear that it felt hotter and heavier. And then came the eruption.

Valery flung back her head to let out a goat-ish bleat while the human wailed out the last of her resistance. Molten fire filled her stomach, scorching at her inner surfaces as it filled every last inch she had to offer and then some, swelling her stomach until she looked to already be near popping out a whole litter of little demonlings. The demon held tight until the last drop of seed had been spat into her womb before pulling back. As it did so, something hard formed along her tunnel, keeping it stretched to the limit and plugging up the flood that threatened to burst free of her.

“Can't very well let all that seed go to waste, now can we?" Valery chuckled, stroking her hand over the swell of Sam's stomach. “We want to make sure it takes the first time, after all. We should know in a few hours, and by tomorrow, you'll be a mommy! Won't that be nice? And then we can do it all over again. And again. And again… I think a century of breeding you might give me enough of a following to petition one of the princes for a place in the court."

Sam dangled from her wrists and felt the last of her tears falling. No amount of tears was enough to soothe the despair that filled her. This was her life now, the entirety of her existence, and she had no hope of ever escaping.

#

Another scream ripped from Sam's throat as the contractions started again, feeling like it was scraping its way up from her toes, through her bowels and womb, raking its way through her lungs to tear out of her mouth and claw at the air. She hung in a crucified position, her arms stretched tightly out to either side, her legs bound at knees and ankles to keep them tightly together. The demon didn't want her giving birth without being present to watch, so instead she was left to suffer. Hours of it, hours of feeling the squirming spawn inside her fighting to be born, her body struggling to expel them, neither able to succeed at the goal both wanted to achieve.

Every so often the little imps that had been left to tend her would crawl along her body, their little claws leaving behind bloody trails. They would force water and a thick, slimy paste down her throat, keeping her alive, keeping her fed and watered, keeping her alive. Her breasts ached from the swift growth caused by her unnatural pregnancy, milk filling them so quickly that it dribbled from her nipples to be collected in the small pails. Large, heavy rings had been pierced through her areola, letting the buckets dangle just below her leaking teats for collection.

The failed mage could feel the first of the demon's young straining at the entrance to her womb, the pressure and pain building to unbearable levels, but her bound legs kept her tunnel squeezed tight, denying the bastard offspring access to its escape route. She was surprised that the things hadn't started clawing their way out of her, carving a way through her guts to explode from her grossly distended stomach like spiders from an egg sack. It would probably be less painful, and it would at least be an end to her suffering.

“You sing so beautifully, my lovely little pet," the baphomet crooned, at last deigning to enter the breeding chamber where it had moved Sam for safekeeping. “I can hear you all the way up in the boudoir, and it gave me such [i]sweet[/i] dreams."

The demon stroked its punishingly large cock, and the enslaved human found the courage to spit in its direction. “Fuck you."

The demoness stepped in close, caressing and massaging her swollen stomach, causing her muscles to cramp and tremble as another round of contractions began. Valery waited until Sam's screaming had passed before answering, giving her cheek a falsely tender stroke that made mockery of intimacy and caring.

“Oh, no, my dear, fuck [i]you[/i], frequently and brutally. Now, I think it might be about time to let our first brood into the world, wouldn't you say?"

Imps scurried at the baphomet's gesture, letting slack into the chains so that the heavily pregnant woman slid down to the floor. Her bound legs crumpled beneath her, unable to support her, but the chains that shackled her wrists held her up and let her down gently to lie weeping in a fetal position. Her arms felt as though they had been wrenched from the sockets, her shoulders burning with agony, though it was barely felt beside the wrenching twists in her lower stomach. She tried to squirm when Valery rolled her onto her back and took hold of her ankles, pulling her legs up so that they put even more pressure against her bloated abdomen.

Then the pressure was eased, the bindings at her ankles and knees falling away with a flick of the demon's claws, and Sam let out a long, low groan of relief, her knees spreading to either side of her stomach. It was only momentary, though, as her firstborn nearly cannoned out of her in a long, wet, agonizing slide that spread her cannal almost as much as Valery's cock had. An imp stood ready to catch it, wrapping it in the flayed skin of some other misfortunate soul, then snuggling it into the crook of her knee, its furless goat face snuggled in against her breast. She sobbed as she felt it latch onto her nipple to suckle, both disgusted and appalled by the creature but somehow also feeling an attachment to it.

“Such a goooood mother," the demoness purred moving to kneel over the human's face, lowering itself to rest its sweat-soaked balls across her eyes and nose, filling her nostrils with the stink of them. “Such a fertile field to plow, such a strong, healthy child. Why don't we let the others out to greet their dame, shall we?"

Sam struggled weakly, but she had no strength to fight. The pain, the pressure, the cramping of her womb, they were too much to endure, especially when a pair of imps began massaging at her swollen girth. It might have felt nice if not for the fact that they were working another of the demon's spawn into position to be born. Valery meanwhile took hold of the umbilical cord that still stretched into the human's pussy and began to pull on it, a steady pressure that tore at something deep inside the human.

She let out another wail of despairing misery as the placenta broke free to come spewing out with the next of her children. The baphomet bent down to snip free the cord from the child and set aside the bloody mess for some later use that Sam couldn't even bear to think about. A second swaddled infant was laid against her chest, and the process began all over again. And again. And again five more times, for a total of nine.

Sam's head swam with exhaustion and pain by the end of it, consciousness a bare thread of disconnected sensation and stray thoughts. Still, though, she could not pass out. No matter how she wished and prayed, no matter how she tried to dive into the darkness that clouded the edges of her mind, it was denied her. The baphomet shifted, and Sam felt herself being pulled into position, resting her back against the bare skin of the demon's breasts, that hard shaft stroking against her spine. Her arms were moved to hold the infants against her tender mounds, letting them nose against one another in argument over who would get to feed.

Warmth began to flow into her, a gentle heat much different from the searing pain that had been given her so frequently, and she felt herself rousing, strength returning, at least enough to support herself. Valery was healing her again, and it only led to more racking sobs because she knew that the demoness did her no kindness. She was only being healed so that she could suffer further, be degraded further, be raped and tortured further.

“Oh, no, pet, no tears," the creature soothed, tracing a finger along her cheek. “Not yet, at least. No, save those for later. You've done so very well. Nearly half a score in a single litter! If you can keep this up, we'll be up to a thousand in no time."

The demon's hand crept downward, cupping and massaging at a breast, squeezing more milk into the currently suckling infant's mouth, causing it to dribble out and run down the child's face. Then it slid lower, fingers tracing small circles across her stomach.

“Of course, if you produce at this rate, you'll need more nipples. We can't have the young going hungry, now can we? I'm thinking eight more, just to be on the safe side. Two nice little rows right down your front. Or maybe you'd prefer a nice big udder? There's a thought. For now, though… Well, let's focus on just the one child, shall we? Our very first, sure to be the strongest of the lot. He'll need lots and lots of milk to grow big and strong, so we don't want his siblings hogging up mother's good sustenance, do we?"

The demoness gestured and imps came scurrying once more, peeling away the other eight to leave Sam with only the one demonic child clutched to her chest, and clutched as tightly as she could. Despite the horror of it, the nauseating disgust she felt towards it, it was [i]hers[/i]. She wouldn't let them have it, wouldn't let them take it from her. Valery would have to kill her before she let the demoness have it.

“Such a good mother, a fine broodmare," the baphomet praised once more. “I'll leave you to cuddle, dear pet. And when I come back, we'll put another litter into you and see how strong the next set comes out."

Sam was too tired to sob any longer, all of her strength reserved for holding onto the child in her arms, but she knew the tears would be flowing again soon enough.

[center][b]The End[/b][/center]