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Expanding Hells Inventory: Chapter 2

Mark, the red panda, was once a regular mortal living in the overworld. Now, he was reduced to a latex skinned, bitch suited demon's toy left to lay in his kennel. Day 5 of his new life in hell and he felt a routine starting to form. First thing in the morning, a ghoul would come to his pen for his first morning walk. The ghouls, toy actually had pity for. Apparently, they were sinners, souls who had died naturally leaving the world a far worse place than what it was when they had entered it. Their bodies arrived in a similar state to when they had left the mortal realm, and they were forced to work on the Demon's estate doing whatever their lord commanded.

You could smell them before they arrived, their bodies decaying, especially with the hellish heat. Their feet, at least for the workers outside, were always scorched, smelling like a sickish barbeque of some kind from the scorching hot floor which made up the paths and landscapes of the underworld. Their bodies decaying agonizingly until their sin had been repaid. Master tried to keep the newest, freshest and least smelly of the ghouls in his manor, while the older, more decerped sinners roamed the farms and grounds, groaning, moaning and writhing in pain.

As for himself, although he had no rights, freedoms or independence as many of the ghouls seemed to have, he was at least treated more pleasantly. But, without any choice, direction or freedom to choose his own path. Though, part of him... Perhaps started to think he enjoyed it. It was much less... Stressful. He didn't have to worry about his two shit for brain kids getting in trouble, no bills, no dangerous criminals.

He had never been removed from his suit and bindings, and so his life was filled with constant cramps and discomfort, but at least when it came to walks they attached what looked like little paw shaped shoes to his elbows and knees, which protected him from the scorching hot floor, and in the words of his own, the four legged demon wolf Phasu, looked 'adorable'.

Toy tried not to think about the freedoms of his old life. It was painful. Instead, it was better to focus on the here and now. Once they returned from the walk, it was time for 'toy training'. Having only been a virgin anally since a few days ago, his master wanted him to train, to slacken his tailhole enough to take the wolf's knot. The only way to achieve this was to work his way up from small, to large, under the supervision of one of his lifeless ghouls. Once it was over, toy was leashed and taken to greet his master, reporting on his progress. If he had behaved well, master often threw around the idea of sleeping with him, rather than the smelly kennels.

The door swung open, the ghoul holding toy's leash announcing. "Sir, your toy." Before bowing and leaving. Toy waddled forward. It wasn't easy walking on knees and elbows, but slowly and surely, he was getting used to it. His tailhole ached from the stretching, and seeing his master always made his stomach feel flirty and somewhat... Excited. Perhaps it was because the ghouls were so mundane, lifeless, and lacking in personality. His master was the only real 'person' he had known since coming here. His demonic power, ability and feral form intrigued him. Being his pet made him feel special. More special than what his wife had ever made him feel. Though that didn't mean he wasn't always, in the back of his mind at least, looking for some kind of release or escape from this strange 'nightmare' he had found himself in.

"Come, toy." Phasu called, toy waddling after the distant, yet dominant voice, his latex body squeaking as his elbows shuffled along carpet. "Down. Stay." Phasu commanded, knowing the commands well, toy lay down on the carpet curiously, his owner engaged in some strange new activity. His gaze was on a large orb, which depicted a live video of the mortal world with one subject in view, a grey gargoyle. Toy relaxed at his owner's side, his muzzle nuzzling against the wolf's foreleg, only stopping when a large paw was placed over his muzzle and pressed against the dominant wolf's fur, making the toy shudder and murr in delight. "Hrmph... You've progressed so quickly pup, I'm proud of you. But, it's about time you weren't alone.."

The large gargoyle reclined on his executive office chair, his chest poking through the tight, slim fit suit which barely contained his impressive muscular chest. It expanded and retracted to the noises of heavy breathing, so much so that a cheaper fabric might have just burst under the pressure. His two large wings gave a flap, sending a gust of air throughout the room, ruffling, and disturbing every loose piece of paper and sending a gust of wind throughout.

A panting, wheezing noise could be heard, as if from the desk itself. But upon further inspection, hidden under the desk was a fox. His maw and fur were caked in dried, or drying cum, his maw being forced wide open by a spider gag which extended all the way to each cheek, forcing his maw helplessly wide open. A collar adorned his neck, reading 'office slut', his body covered in bruises of mistreatment and rough handling. Thick cuffs kept him on his knees and firmly fixed down to the desk. A few tears dripped down from his cheeks, as the gargoyle's fresh load steamed down his chin.

"What did I tell you? We always have a use for foxes like you in our office." The gargoyle said in a booming voice, a hand moving over to condescendingly rub the fox's ear. The fox merely whined through the treatment, knowing what would be coming next. And, what came next, was a firm slap on his snout. "Unclean slut. Look what you did? Can't even be trusted to keep yourself presentable." The gargoyle said, glancing at the still wet and shimmering cum that now covered his hand. "Don't go anywhere." The smirking beast of a male said as he stepped away from his desk, swinging open his office door and closing it with a slam.

As he walked through the office, employees shuffled around, desperately trying to look busy. Anxious faces, red cheeks and sweaty brows shuffled before him. All male, and all of a... Vulpine persuasion. His company had been accused of speciesm and bias towards hiring foxes. If only they knew the irony.

The large hulking gargoyle turned a corner, the word that he was on the floor spreading like wildfire as it always did, when a nervous fox carrying his own height in paper work slammed into him. A flurry of papers burst from the small foxes' grip as he fell on his rear, papers scattering around, every other suited fox suddenly going silent. "Alex, Alex, Alex." The Gargoyle spoke with a tut, lowering onto his knee to get down to the fox's level, yet still towering over him by a few feet.

A strong-smelling hand grabbed the startled fox's muzzle, his face visibly distressed and heart beating so fast it might just leap from his frightened little chest. "Clumsy. If this role isn't suited for you, you could always be my... 'assistant' again." The gargoyle spoke with an evil smirk, the timid fox's eyes starting to water as he begged a "Please no Sir..."

The Gargoyle let out a large humm, as if actually considering the fox's request, before patting him on the maw, once again getting his maw covered in the strong-smelling masculine seed. "No? I'll think about it, but if you want to keep this role I suggest you pull your weight a little more. Alex." A tormenting grin looking the fox directly in the eye, his ears falling back as his co-workers looked in on what might be next month's cum rag.

With one last condescending ruffle to the fox's head, the gargoyle continued on his way to the restroom, making sure to stomp, crumple, dirty and rip as many as the fox's documents as possible.

The restroom door slammed open, two chatting foxes soon closing their traps and lowering their maws, hurriedly heading to the exit. "James." The gargoyle called, one of the foxes stopping in place, his stomach dropping down to his feet. His colleague and friend gave an apologetic look but was eager to evacuate the room before things got any worse. "Toilet duty." The Gargoyle commanded, stern eyes and a sinister smile following the small fox, who sighed deeply, shakingly shuffling towards his towering boss who wasted no time in hooking a finger under his tie and pulling the fox below him.

He cared little for the fox's uniform as he splattered his hot, warm piss over his fine jacket, shirt, and tie. They earned enough to replace them, far more than the salary of most foxes. In this country. More than they deserved anyway. After all, he wasn't a totally evil boss. "Keep your mouth open, dumb fox." He shouted, giving the fox a clip to his ear, the fox reluctantly taking a mouthful of piss only to cough uncontrollably, falling over onto all fours, the gargoyle continuing to piss along his back, forming a puddle. The fox seemed stunned, staying on all fours.

"Come on James, I expect more enthusiasm from my employees. Or I'll need to send you for special training!" He gave a harsh slap to his rear, squeezing the last few drops of piss from his cock. But the fox barely reacted. "You like that fox? Keep staying on all fours and I might have to make a collar a mandator part of your uniform." He smirked, until he felt a strong hand grab his arm.

"The fuck..." Turning around in confusion, he understood what had caused his employee to freeze in place. Suspended up against the wall was what looked like a swirling mess of blue and purple colours, glowing vibrantly, animated, and clearly 3D as if carved deep into the wall itself. The hand that had latched onto him seemed to pull him towards the portal, strong and firm. Yet, there was no arm, the hand itself colourful yet translucent and ghost like.

It wasn't real. It must be a bad high, the Gargoyle told himself. But it all felt so real. Holding onto the pipe attached to the urinal, he held firm. He could feel the hand digging deep into his skin and muscle, a guttural growl coming from his maw when a second hand grabbed his leg, then another his waist. Collectively all 3 pulled and tugged, the sensation becoming painful until with a snap, the piping broke loose. Water flooded the restroom as the Gargoyle was dragged kicking and yelling through the portal, harsh claws scraping the piss covered tile floor, leaving eight deep, bold lines on the floor until the portal closed, the gargoyle with it. An unconscious husk of a body left behind. The traumatized fox remained, soaked in piss and shaking from his head to his paw pads. Everyone knew not to disturb the boss, and so it may be hours or days before anyone dared to investigate the disappearance of one of society's shadiest CEO's. Only to find him mysteriously in a coma, covered in his own piss in his own office.

Meanwhile, in the underworld, Phasu was eager to claim his new toy. The dog-toy formerly known as Mark watched in awe as the hulking figure was hurled into the large manor's master bedroom, hands keeping him pinned to the floor, Phasu soon approaching and lowering a paw on the large beast's snout. "I see you pissed yourself already. I hope I didn't capture an incontinent toy." Phasu said with a groan, lifting his paw to his snout and cringing at the scent of piss.

The Gargoyle in turn, lay down flat, gawking at the large ceiling above him, the hue and glow, the translucent hands... If this was a bad high, it was the worst he had ever experienced. And... was that a talking dog? The gargoyle soon summoned his strength, fighting back against the hands which kept him pinned. Phasu's confident smirk started to vanish as the Gargoyle peeled himself from the hands which held him down, one by one, tossing them to the side making Phasu strain. The Gargoyle reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a handgun, aiming it straight at Phasu's snout. "I don't know who or what the fuck you are but send my back right NOW!" The Gargoyle demanded, as stern look on his face.

Where he to aim the firearm at the bound-up toy, then perhaps his threat might have had an effect, though as it where, Phasu's self-confident grin soon returned to his maw, his tail flagging up high and giving a wag of excitement. "Foolish mortal, you think that can harm me? Go ahead, have the first shot!" Phasu said with a smirk, and without hesitation, the gargoyle pulled the trigger. Not once, not twice, but four times. Though each bullet never reached the demon wolf's fur. Rather, they froze in mid air just before the wolf and dropped harmlessly to the ground with a 'clunk'.

The Gargoyle stood there, eyes wide, examining his gun, then looking to the smirking wolf in front of him. "Finished with your tantrum bed wetter? Yes... I know just what to do with you." Phasu took a step forward, his tone soft and demeaning, while the latex toy watched on not daring to say a word, not doubting the power of his demonic overlord but also itching for attention. Phasu regained his control, a flurry of hands moving to grab the gargoyle, a familiar chest flapping open with another set of restrictive tools, it seemed what awaited the Gargoyle was a similar fate to toy.

Yet. The gargoyle had different ideas. Regaining his composure, he quickly fired at one of the hands. This time, on impact with the bullet, the hand shattered completely, vanishing into thin air, Phasu grunting in slight exhaustion. "You brat!" The Gargoyle took the chance to spread his wings, the sudden effort forcing his shirt and jacket to rip, exposing his chiselled abdomen. The Gargoyle soon took flight, using the natural born advantage his rare species had, the same advantage that helped massively in building a dominating corporate empire.

With a smash through the main, central large stained-glass window, the gargoyle took flight above the large manor, only now understanding the scale of the demon's home. As far as he could see, he saw what looked like farms, with workers, slaves toiling. A chorus of groans and moans reached his ears. There was no clear exit, the roads leading towards brimstone and rock, and so wanting to return to the mortal world he did what he thought made sense. He climbed and climbed, into the stormy blend of colours and waving aurora above.

As he climbed, he started to enter a thin dust cloud. The thin sand-like particles got into his eyes, causing him immense pain and discomfort. His vision was obscured, but that was the least of his worries. So small were the dust particles, that they were also statically charged. Stubborn and blinded, the gargoyle flew higher, and higher until he could see flashing light. It must be the surface!

Yet, with a loud cracking thud, and with a sudden sharp pain to his whole body, he felt his muscles seize up. His body had been hit with a paralyzing dose of electricity. The Hulking male fell like a rock through the sky.

Back in the manor, Phasu called his ghouls to clean up the mess. It didn't please him to have so many roaming around for the next few days trying to install a new window, his latest toy would have to be punished for that. With an eager smirk, Phasu rolled his shoulders and arched his back. With a stamp of his paws, a pair of majestic, blue, translucent wings sprung from his black, illuminating the ground below in a slight aqua heugh. The toy looked on in awe. "Stay here toy, this won't take long." Phasu instructed, before flapping his wings and chasing after the gargoyle.

The hulking beast's limp body fell and fell, its host unable to do anything to prevent its gruesome fate. His limbs wouldn't move, no matter how hard he strained. It pained him, his eyes watering... Until... His wing flapped. The ground was getting closer and closer. It flapped again. And again, and again!

The gargoyle spread his wings out, hoping to glide along the blueish stone and crimson crops that seemed to grow down below, hellish ghouls looking in awe, at least the ones still with functioning eyes, as his form soon crashed into the ground. It skidded, bouncing along the surface, creating cuts and lacerations, scarring those chiselled abs before he came to a halt.

Though after he landed, the pain did not subside. Instead, he felt burning over his chest. Feeling sensation return, he let out a cry of pain, quickly shuffling onto two legs. When his feet contacted the ground, it burned. Not enough to totally sear is skin, but enough to make his eyes water and force him to dance around until he could find what looked like a piece of discarded wood; formerly part of a fence he had smashed into, to stand on.

His clothes now in tatters, he looked around, only to be greeted by the faces of zombified ghouls looking in on him, their jaws agape and expressions void, each one walking towards him. "F-fucking zombies! Stay away you... Freaks!" He yelled, once again reaching for the sidearm which to his relief, had not fallen out of his pocket or been ripped from his clothes during his landing. "I said stay back!" He yelled, unleashing a spray of bullets into one of them, then another. Yet, their comrades seemed to have no emotion from seeing their fellow ghouls die, if anything they seemed spurred on by it.

Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight... And soon enough the magazine was empty, only giving a thirsty 'clicking' sensation. But before he could think to use the weapon as a club, a large whack came to the back of his head, the large beast plummeting into the smouldering ground with a large 'thwamp', his body soon sizzling from the head, but this time he remained dormant.

"Good show, good show." A pair of hands seemed to clap in applause as the demonic wolf glided in, the familiar glow around his paws forming when they contacted the ground, protecting him from the heat. "Silly toy, do you know how much trouble you'd be in if you flew in another demon's territory? Tsk tsk tsk..."

The Gargoyle awoke to darkness. His chest hurting, stinging... He moved his hand to inspect the wound, but it wouldn't move. It wouldn't budge. His ears picked up on the slight rattling of chains, noticeable and concerning. Next came the ache. The ground he was laying on was flat and cold, metallic feeling in nature and he was forced to lay belly down. But he couldn't see anything. He tried to yell out, but a gag kept his maw from letting out anything more than muffled cries. He felt bandages around his chest, but it still hurt. A stinging pain, which went along with the overall feeling of soreness from his burned pelt. He yelled into the gag for over and hour, but nobody came. Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes turned to hours. Hours of nothing but pain and blackness.

Until a door swung open at last. Phasu walking in with his usual self-confident gait. A hand pulled back the blindfold, the Gargoyle wincing as his eyes were exposed to sudden light, though seeing the wolf he tightened his throat to stop anything else coming from his maw. His eyes scanned the room, stone lined the walls, various toys and tools dangled from hooks. But the table he was on had a concerning, almost clinical look. "Good evening, toy. Now that I have you right where I want you, it's time I explained your new role." His paw traced down the naked gargoyle's impressive body, stopping at his rump, making sure to give it a swat with just enough force that his claws left a lasting impression on his rear. The gargoyle flinching, biting down on the gag to stop any whines, not wanting to give his captor the satisfaction.

"You are to be my maid. The ghouls, the disgusting sinners you encountered on your little trip. They stink. I wany my home to be free from their stench, and so your primary job will be to do that. I don't know your name, I don't care. From now on you will simply be maid." The gargoyles' hand clinched tight during the degrading explanation. He wanted to punch this creatures face, fire burned up in his arms, legs, muscles tense and eyes full of hate. Phasu merely chuckling at his expense. "Yes, I see you're far more stubborn than the pooch. But I must warn you, the more you resist, the more I'll take from you. I can get another mortal, and you'll find yourself looking no different from the pathetic bound up mess you saw in my chambers. Thanks to your beautiful, chiselled body, the role I give you, offers you a chance to live a life with some pride and freedom. But I can and will start to take it away. Starting with these."

The Gargoyle felt a sudden hand grip his wings firmly, followed by the 'clink' and sliding of a metal tool. A bone saw. His eyes open wide, for the first time in a long time, feeling fear and dread. "Nrph! Nrph!" He tried to beg through his muzzle, Phasu's sadistic smirk wide on his maw. Being that Phasu's demonic hands could operate without his direct attention, he was able to stand in from of the Gargoyle, looking him straight in the eye as the sharp rigid teeth cut into his wings. Tears streamed from his eyes, muffled yells screaming into the gag while those metal teeth started to swing back and forth, making short work of flesh and bone as they sliced through his wing. Meanwhile, Phasu kept eye contact, grinding sadistically, his intense gaze saying "I own you." Without Phasu even having to open his maw.

With a 'clink' the bone saw cut clean through the first wing, the severed organ limping lifelessly as it was cast to the side. Blood oozed from the wound, starting to pool on the Gargoyle's back. Phasu worked quick, grabbing a hot iron plate, pushing it up against the bleeding wound, cauterizing it. The Gargyle screamed in pain, biting down on the ball gag so hard that his front two canines completely shattered, his maw also starting to drip blood on the rocky dungeon floor.

Feeling woozy, sick, and in too much pain, it was clear the gargoyle was soon about to pass out. Sleep and unconsciousness being the only thing able to save him from this quite literally, hellish nightmare. But Phasu wasn't having any of it. Just as the Gargoyle was on the verge of sleep, he felt a sharp needle poke into his neck. A mysterious translucent yet glowing liquid being pumped into his body, acting as a kind of adrenaline. "Hrm. Honestly, I wasn't sure if that'd work on a mortal." Phasu commented coyly, meanwhile the Gargoyle's heart thumped rapidly in his chest as sensation returned to his body, his muscles flexing with life, the pain just as worse as it was.

"You're doing good, maid." Phasu commented, putting a paw on the gargyole's back to look over and glance at the wingless stump, the smell of charred, burned meet almost making him hungry, reminding him how much he longed to chew the fresh, mortal, fleshy scored meat. As Phasu stepped over him. The gargoyle got a good view of Phasu's now erect cock as it bobbed in his face. The sick bastard was getting off on this. The Gargoyle's eye narrowed in anger, but before he could attempt another tantrum, the bone saw had started to cut into his second wing, severing the flesh and nerves painfully from his body, forcing another chorus of screams from his mouth. Only this time, Phasu's cock started to grind against his face, poking his eyes a few times, rubbing along his body and marking him with a strong scented pre.

The second wing soon detached, and the wound sealed, leaving his body wingless, the gargoyle shivering from the pain while his back felt a lot lighter. The sensation was still there, he swore he could still feel it... Yet it was gone. His wings soon being carted away. For what purpose, the gargoyle did not know. A paw rubbed around his face tenderly. "Good maid, you did good..." The aroused demonic wolf commented. "No words now."

The gag was unbuckled, his two front sharp teeth dropping out as they were no longer held in place. "Oh dear... That was your own doing. I gave you the soft one." He commented nonchalantly, as if the gargoyle had merely stubbed his toe. "You ba-" Before he could say another work, a clawed paw scratched his cheek and snout, making the gargoyle flinch. "No. Talking." And, once again, he couldn't get another word in, two hands clamped his maw, opening it open to attach another gag. This time, the gag was ring shaped, made of metal and completely hollow in the middle. It was a ring gag. One that kept his maw open, preventing it from closing. The Gargoyle new exactly what was coming next.

Still strapped down to the table, he could do nothing to avoid the wolf's cock as it was rammed inside his mouth. It pushed up against the roof of his maw, the wolf groaning in ecstasy of the unique texture of the Gargoyle's mouth, his maid's mouth, before pushing in further. Having never ever sucked cock in his life, the gargoyle gagged the moment it reached his throat. "Relax." Phasu sternly commanded. But no amount of relaxing would be able to stop his throat from trying to force out the invading phallus.

The maid chocked and spluttered around the wolf cock as it was periodically rammed into his maw. His only respite being when Phasu shocked his cock in and held it there, grunting. "Your little trembling feels fantastic maid... Keep squeezing..." Two paws gripped the back of his head, the only limb on his body with any degree of motion, and forced it further towards his cock. With no way to control his breaths, the Gargoyle was left to choke.

As Phasu got closer and closer to orgasm, he spent longer cutting off the poor gargoyle's air pipes. His cheeks started to turn blue, darkness surrounding his vision as his brain lacked oxygen to focus. However, once again, just as he thought he might gain some kind of respite, Phasu slapped his paw against the maid's stub of a wing, the sudden, burning terrible pain forcing the gargoyle's eyes open, his throat tightening harshly and strongly around the canine cock which was now lodged deep into his throat, the wide knot pushing against where his sharp canines used to be.

The last thing the gargoyle felt before passing out, was the wolf's cum forcibly being fed down his throat. The warming sensation making his stomach churn and tumble before darkness took him.

When he awoke, his body ached from his head to his toe. It took him a few moments to get his bearings. At first, he thought it was all a dream. Just one crazy dream, his dick getting hard at the thought of going to work to fuck a few pathetic feminine foxes. But the more he looked around the room he was in, the more recent events came to light... "N-no... This is a dream..." He whispered to himself.

The cold surgical table had been replaced with a rather nice, cosy, pleasant bed. Though looking around the room, the sights he saw were far from pleasant. The room seemed to have a slight feminine touch, with curved furniture, and a dressing table. Plain white being broken up by the occasional pastel. Meanwhile, on the table nearby was what looked like a meal of some kind. Well, more 'ingredients' rather than a meal. Not thinking too much about it, the Gargoyle rushed, his eyes primarily on the glass of water, jumping out of bed the swallow it whole. Though, instead of jumping out of bed, the gargoyle flopped onto the harsh wooden floor, painfully groaning, wobbling as he tried to brace and push himself with wings which no longer existed. Only then did he decide to take stock of his appearance.

His legs were hobbled in what looked like tights, though with only one sleeve, his legs were forced together, forcing him to hop around if he wanted to go anywhere. He tried to grip the bed post to pull himself up, but his hands slid off, probably due to the leather gloves which forced his hands into a ball, preventing him from picking anything up or gripping objects, other than by the conveniently places Velcro strap which lined the front of the bondage mitten.

Using both hands to lock around the bed post, he was able to pull himself up with his strong muscles, quickly hopping to the mirror beside his bed post. His reflection sending shudders down his spine. Of course, his wings were no longer there, the proud part of him which gave him extra inches in height and imposed dominance all around had been totally removed. But what more was that his outfit seemed to resemble what he could only describe of a kink-twisted maid. Shimmering miniskirt, and a blouse which stopped just above his abs to show of the chest in a strange juxtaposition. Masculinity clearly clashing with the restrictive outfit. To him it looked awful.

His first instinct was to bite at the strange mittens that were locked on his paws, though as soon as his teeth made contact, his body shook from a powerful shock which coursed through his body. Only when he recovered, he was reminded of the damage done to his teeth. A foreign feeling of defeat and hopelessness overcome him, his body shuddering, the limbs on his back where his wings once were twitching and quivering while he took a deep sigh.

Well. He was still thirsty. Taking a seat on the wooden chair carefully, he put his mitts together around the glass of water to drink it, gulping down the pint in seconds. It tasted strange. On the table was a note, he glanced over it. "Welcome to your new life maid. Three doors down, on your left, the large double doors. Come visit me when you've gathered yourself."