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 Lilith's no limit fantasy adventures (F/f, M/f, Nc, torture, snuff, scat,
ws, filth, fantasy, pedo, zoo, feet)

   Story title: Lilith's no limit fantasy adventures
Authors: SickoChickMandy & EmmaP
Authors' e-mails: mandydarkfantasies at gmail dot com & em4noya at gmail

dot com
Proofread: EmmaP
Tags: F/f, M/f and all other combinations, Nc, torture, snuff, scat, ws,
filth, fantasy, pedo, zoo, feet and all other kinks and fetishes.
Genre: Sado rape torture snuff fantasy hidden in a dark fairy tale

   The following story was written in the form of a special role play.  We
used a shared document to create the adventures of Lilith: Mandy was the
storyteller and Emma was Lilith's player, however Emma also took
significant part in playing other characters and making the world more
alive and fancy.


Synopsis:
In the distant and miraculous land of Hundred Dukedoms, power hungry
nobles lead armies to besiege their enemies' castles.  The real principles
of diplomacy lie in treason and betrayal, conspiracy is the way to raise.
Ice-blooded battle mages invoke hellfire from the sky, witch-hunting
knights wander the land in their never ending journey to find warlocks who
are lost in evil black magical practices.  Pure and innocent elves suffer
from the perverted desires of humankind, orc and goblin tribes raid the
weak and unorganized borderlands.  And when the dreaded filth demon Lilith

is summoned again, the true orgy of depravities begin.

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of person who likes this sort of tales.



   CHAPTER 0.  - PROLOGUE

   The stinky fumes gathered above the ground and hung like heavy clouds,
spreading along the area known as the Swamp of Misery.  The Swamp itself
wasn't too big, covering no more than twenty miles, but had developed a bad
reputation over the course of centuries.  Despite the fact that it's easily
crossable, in theory, trespassers tended to shun it from far distance, an
easy task considering it was located in a dangerous climate.  The Swamp was
well hidden, sited inside the sky reaching crater of the infamous Silent
Volcano, the most characteristic natural formation on the Southern border
of the Hundred Dukedoms.  A jagged line of tent-shaped mountains bounded a
chaotic land of mini countries and city-states, which, politically, was
such a seething civilization that at least three wars were progressing
between the countries and alliances from time immemorial.  And in the
middle of the southern Sierra stood the giant mound of the Silent Volcano,
like an overseer God who was constantly watching the foolish games of the
inferior mortals.

   Sandrinessa queasily shooed away an enormous, hairy, greenish fly that
was buzzing around her head loudly, like the chant of half-dozen heavily
drugged orc shamans.  The full moon's silvery brush enlightened the girl's
unbelievably long shiny fingernails, which still looked graceful and
attractive despite their claws length.  Those completely natural
fingernails, beautifully buffed and shiny, grew at the tip of her long and
slim fingers, digits which were so dainty and silky that their
unfamiliarity with manual labour was as obvious as their owner's social
status.  Sandrinessa's slim figure was cloaked with a black robe, and as
she sneaked through the stinky puddles, gnarled roots and rotting trunks of
fallen trees, her robe was light like feather and its jet-black fabric was
moving as smoothly as quicksilver.  Even under moonlight it was mere
obvious that the girl wore pure silk.

     Sandrinessa was born in good genes.  Her mother, whom she had never
met, was rumoured to be an Houris, a beautiful girl-like creature from
another world whose existence was to make men happy.  Her father was
Magister Raddagollo, who said to be one of, if not the most, powerful
wizard of the Hundred Dukedoms.  The Raddagollo College was one of those
facilities which enjoyed long lasting peace even if it was built in the
middle of the land of chaos, since its magical power provided almost
perfect defence from any of the armies.  Additionally, all rulers used the
College's services once they had enough funds to send talented youngsters
from their countries to learn the art of magic.  Battle mages with the
powers of fire and ice, Conjurers with the ability to summon supernatural
creatures from other magical dimensions, Healers to help wounded
soldiers... all of them were aces when armies faced each other and a
well-trained mage often made the difference and determined the outcome of
the war.

   Thanks to her famous, powerful father, the attractive 21 year old
Sandrinessa had the opportunity to learn everything and anything that the
College had to offer for its students.  She had access to every book in the
library and to the teachings of all the old Magister, but there were still
magical practices which were strictly forbidden, even to her.  Summoning
elementals or throwing fireballs in the middle of battle was one thing, but
other forms of magic were so condemned that they were said to be totally
forgotten.

   For instance, The Secret Arcane of Necromancy, which involved
redistributing life force or raising undead creatures, was feared and
despised due to the terrifying consequence.  The Conjuration of Demons was
also considered to be evil, and had long since banned due to the lack of
control over demonic creatures.  The people of the Hundred Dukedoms
accepted forms of magic which were visible and easily recognizable, such as
fire blasts and lightning bolts.  Any form of magic that was subtle or
unseen became immediately feared.  The status quo was to be maintained at
any cost, and the College ruthlessly pursued and prosecuted mages who dared
to learn or use the underhanded forms of magic like charming, mental or
emotional manipulation or any kind of sexual magic.

   Since the banned arts were never taught within the walls of the College,
the few followers of the forbidden practices were hiding throughout the
lands, spreading the secret knowledge within families or smaller sects. 
They were only few, but still enough to keep fear and mistrust alive among
the population.  The College cooperated with another independent
organization called the Knights of Light, who acted like the interstate
inquisition seeking forbidden magic users, hunted them down and ensured
that they received their punishment via public torments, gladiatorial games
and public executions.  All Hundred Dukedoms could identify a common foe.

   Sandrinessa, however, knew the real truth.  She was the daughter of one
of the most powerful mages within the Dukedoms and was convinced that
forbidden magic was not only the way to the real power, but that the
disallowed spells could lead the seeker of knowledge to the true
understanding of the world of magic.  The College was big and since
Sandrinessa grew up within the walls of the huge castle, she knew it better
than anybody else.  That's how she discovered the sealed and abandoned wing
of the Upper Castle, which was said to be laboratories of mages from long
ago, before a huge accident killed every living thing there.

   The shamelessly beautiful, limitlessly narcissistic and recklessly
ambitious Sandrinessa found a half-collapsed passage a few weeks ago and
managed to reach the sealed and forgotten wing.  Apart from charred,
pulverulent bones, putrid mounds of rotting waste and blackened walls, she
didn't find anything, until she faltered against something hidden under a
thick layer of greyish, silky dust.  It was an old book written with
ancient runes that she couldn't read, and whatever happened hundreds of
years ago that burnt everything and everybody, that cataclysm did not
effect that one and only book.

   She needed two weeks to translate what she found, and the dainty,
aspiring wizard apprentice girl felt like that she came across the real
gem. The book was a tome and explained in small details the method of
summoning one of the most powerful and most evil demons.  Sandrinessa
became obsessed with the concept, and as long as the demon was
controllable, it would be invaluable in order to reach her goals. 
Admittedly, her goals were not so clear.  At the age of 21 she wasn't
completely clear about her future and especially not about the small
details, but broadly she wanted power, she wanted to be someone high and
important, someone who could get whatever she wished.  Power.  And a
powerful demon, once controlled, was definitely something what could help
in achieving those plans.

   As the daughter of the Grand Magister, Sandrinessa was very well aware
that playing with dark forces could easily lead to a public burning at
stake, if she was lucky.  However, she was young and reckless, albeit
maniacally foolhardy, and wasn't really wary of such risks.  She considered
her discovery as a sign and did not want to let it go.

   The pretty girl, who was widely known because of her extraordinary
beauty, wasn't too empathic.  She never had to be.  She was raised as a
kind of a Princess, but since her father was always busy and was dealing
with his own political games and machinations, the girl mainly spent time
with the power crazy Mages and their siblings.  She never had friends or
generous supporters but had a lot of competitors and some self-interested
allies.  Therefore, Sandrinessa wasn't really familiar with values like
altruism, helpfulness and had no idea what self-sacrifice was.

   At the same time, like almost all other wizard apprentices, she was
convinced about her own superiority over normal people, and even behind the
wall of the College she never really had the chance to demonstrate her
belief, but she knew that she had the nature-given right to judge others
and to use them and even their life if necessary.

   So it happened that Sandrinessa's first real outing experience became a
rather long and complicated one, though despite the hurdles she managed to
reach her destination.  Her beautiful high heels sank deep into the mud
again and the splendid beauty cursed herself for not being prepared for the
most obvious thing.  The swamp.  Filled with mosquitoes, leeches, mud and
filth.  She easily managed the harder hurdles but caused much more trouble
for herself by overlooking the trivial matters, such as appropriate swamp
wear.  The grand summoning  required rather common, but still strictly
guarded, ingredients and magic accessories, and Sandrinessa was forced to
steal them all.  Three whole days were spent snatching witch candles,
powders, enchanted crayons, and at one point she had even been caught red
handed by Magister Tombarfeld.  That old goat had always hated her father
and at the same time had shown interest in the young girl, so she managed
to cover her unauthorized intrusion into one of the College's magic supply
depositories with a sexual favour.  She felt disgusted to recall that
memory, the fat wizard had a long soft dick like a dead snake and it was
just as cold and moist.  Fortunately, Tombarfeld agreed on a quick hand
job, but that was more than enough for Sandrinessa to feel filthy and
desecrated.  The man's sperm was brown, like the sauce of venison, and was
gooey and dense.  Sandrinessa washed her hand for half an hour after she
returned to her room, and quickly decided that Tombarfeld was one of the
first to be killed after her arrival back with her newly summoned demon. 
The old pervert deserved that.

   Apart from such little problems, the girl collected everything she
needed and snuck out from College one night, riding a beautiful stallion
towards the Silent Volcano.  The trip was long, crossing almost a dozen
countries, but since the knowledge of all teleportation spells were lost
centuries ago she didn't have to worry that somebody would outrun her.  The
road wasn't safe, since she had to pass so many borders whilst keeping
herself incognito, but she was well prepared and the long lasting illusion
spell she scrounged from her father's personal collection transformed her
to a high ranking wizard who travelled with the College's official
safe-conduct, ensuring her quick progress.  No guards, nobles nor local
officers were reckless enough to stop such a high ranking wizard from
fulfilling his mission.

   She changed her horses every day in order to progress faster, but in
fact did not expect her father to be chasing her.  She was just one
fugitive apprentice, and such things happened from time to time.  She
wasn't technically breaking the law, and in the case of her recapture, the
College's Council would condemn her to restricted service or a few months
in the College dungeon, but that's all.  Of course after a while, when she
officially becomes a fugitive mage, the Knights of Light would go after her
too and those guys weren't so nice or gentle, but altogether Sandrinessa
didn't plan to meet them without her new ally.

   The last country she crossed was the poor and neglected Hillfoot Barony.
She had collected all the remaining items she needed and after almost three
weeks she finally arrived at the arrant swamp.  The tome very specifically
declared that the demon was to be summoned in the middle of that swamp,
which happened to be a magical nexus and the closest link to the dimension
where the demon in question was living, assuming demons were a living
creature of course.  The tome referred to a forgotten and ruined Shrine
somewhere in the middle of that Swamp where the rite had to be carried out,
and it very specifically detailed everything needed for a successful
summoning.

   Sandrinessa took a short rest before continuing her journey towards the
unseen Shrine, she was leading the horse by head-stall since with her on
its back the overall weight seemed to be too much.  The swamp wasn't too
deep, at least the wizened trees that grew in sporadic spots indicated a
solid ground, but the deep mud was bad enough and the poor animal sank
chest deep several times, forcing the woman to drag it out from the filth
with two bare hands.  Sandrinessa was well aware of the fact that summoning
a demon and controlling a demon was two completely different challenges,
but the passages she read were comforting enough.  If she followed the
instructions specifically, the newly born demon should be completely under
her control.

   In fact, the demon was about to enter Sandrinessa's world, and would be
just like any normal person, weak and vulnerable, needing time and
challenges to consummate its true potential.  The demon will, of course,
know who it was and where was it from, but the supernatural abilities
needed time to develop and align with the new dimension it will inhabit. 
That period granted time for Sandrinessa to gain the demon's sympathy and
maybe even friendship, but meanwhile the summoning spell contained a
condition what meant double guarantee for the pretty sorceress.  The demon
was supposed to have magical leverage over filth and filthy things which,
at the same time, was the true nature of its power.  However, it would be
unable to unlock its powers without being regularly fed from the filth of
its intended master.  Or mistress in this case, since that would be
Sandrinessa.  The sexy and fastidious girl found the sheer idea bizarre and
sick, but since she was craving for power she made her own compromise.  If
a demon who was controlling filth around it needed to be fed by her own
shit and piss, than it shall be done like that.  Demons were filthy and
evil creatures, therefore such side-effects were to be expected.

   Finally, the outlines of the crumbly rock structure appeared through the
choking mist. Three ugly finger-like rock pillars curved over a huge mosaic
disc.  Small steps lead to the Shrine that stood in the middle of a filthy,
yellowish pool of turbid water.  As Sandrinessa waded through the slimy
substance, she sank waist deep into it and her horse protested with a
nervous neigh.  They climbed the stairs and stood on the disc of the old
ruined structure, which was likely to have been fancy and richly adorned
centuries ago, despite its current condition being not far away from
collapsing and totally disappearing in the swamp forever.

   Sandrinessa happily giggled, her expensive and rather attractive dress
that she decided to wear for the grand summoning was soaking wet and
covered thickly with mud and rotten chunks of plants.  She admitted she was
stupid, swamps are swamps after all, but the actual condition of her dress
was less important compared to what she was about to achieve.  She began to
unpack all of the things from the oilcloth covered bags on the horse,
placing large candles of variable colours around her.  Dried spices and
herbs were sprinkled in front of her, and the more difficult ingredients
such as dried bull sperm and venom of Tiger spider were strewn around the
candles.  She began to draw mystical circles, symbols and pentacles onto
the surprisingly clean stone ground of the Shrine, and soon realized that
the mosaic actually contained a lot of the symbols shown in the book
already.  She didn't have to create them by herself, she just had to follow
the lines with the crayons.

   Once the disc was decorated duly, she declutched the mouth of the last
two large bags and, one at a time, carried them in the middle.  As she
reached in and tightened her muscles, she pulled out the contents of the
last two bags, the last and most important ingredients she had to collect
in the last village she passed.  Two totally naked, pretty little children,
one boy and one girl, who were so heavily drugged that both of them were
peacefully sleeping, knowing nothing about the ugly fate that awaited them.

   Sandrinessa did not find the children sexually attractive.  Actually,
for her the children were equal to a cat or a piglet; sometimes cute but
mostly annoying and inferior life forms whose life was, for some unknown
reason, deemed more important by law than simple animals.  She wasn't happy
that she had to torture them, but she didn't feel bad either.  The agenda
was clear.  It required pain, defecation, force feeding and
mutilation before the children were to be offered as a tribute, a sacrifice
for the demon to use in whatever way it chose once summoned.  It wasn't
pleasant, but if that was what the demon needed to arrive, the beautiful
Sandrinessa wasn't reluctant to give.

   Suspension was the first step.  She had brought rope with her, but soon
noticed that it was not needed.  The three huge stone pillars that lifted
from the ground around the central disc were curved high over her head,
almost touching each other in the very centre, and as Sandrinessa
approached, she could see that rusty chains hung from the very tips of the
pointed stones, dangling down to the floor next to her.  The ends of each
chain that lay on the ground were attached with a pair of metal cuffs,
whereas the other end disappeared through a hole in the tip of the rocks
above, probably lying deep within the rock itself.  Sandrinessa pointed at
one rock with her long, claw-like fingernail and moved her hand down,
invisibly tracing the arc of the rock, imagining where it led.  The chain
had to come out somewhere and she saw, just next to the base of the rock, a
loop of chain emerging from a hole in the base of the rock and tied to a
small stone peg in the ground.  She noticed an identical setup on the other
two curved rocks, and slowly walked over to the chain to investigate,
lifting the loop from the stone peg and pulling.  As she expected, the
chain within the rock moved, and the cuff on the floor rose in the air
slightly.  Each hollowed rock had one single length of chain fed deep
inside, and pulling at it from one end would cause the other end to lift
up. It was an intricately designed pulley system.

   Sandrinessa walked over to the two sleeping children.  They would wake
up very shortly, and she couldn't risk them trying to escape.  The last
thing she needed was for the tributes to accidentally drown in the swamp
and force her to travel back to the village and pick up some new ones. 
Making quick work, she pulled at the limp, passive arms of the little girl
and attached the metal cuffs from the dangling chains to her wrists,
clamping it tight.  Then she moved to the base of the rock and pulled at
the chain once again.  It was difficult, as the structure was centuries old
and not exactly kept well lubricated.  Hideous, ear-piercing squeaks echoed
in the swamp as the rusty chain scraped against the rock inside, and as
Sandrinessa walked with the chain, the young girl began to rise in the air,
pulled up by her cuffed wrists.  Once she was dangling just above the
centre of the circle, almost three feet from the floor and at eye level to
the witch, the power-hungry witch placed the chain loop over a protruding
stone peg and repeated the process with the young boy.  As both children
swung side by side, they began to stir.  Sandrinessa had timed it
perfectly, and the drugs were wearing off.  This was convenient, as she
needed them to be awake for the rite.

   The girl was a young brunette, her long straight hair reached down her
back, and her cute facial features were heightened by her rosy cheeks and
round face.  Her body was extremely petite, even for a ten year old, with a
tiny frame, flat chest and almost invisible cunt.  Her hands were like
miniature versions of adult hands, with no blemishes or flaws in the milky
flesh and tiny fingernails that seemed like an island in a sea of skin. 
The young boy had similar features to the girl, his nose and eyes radiated
the same youth, and his face looked like a bulkier version of the other
child.  His body, however, was much largely built, with broader shoulders
and bigger hands and feet.  Though only a child, it was clear that he had
spent much of his time working on a farm, spending much of his childhood
lifting and carrying heavy items.

   Sandrinessa reached up to the hanging children and gripped a small item
inside both of their ass.  With a slight tug, she managed to remove a tiny,
leather bound wooden butt plug from the two youngsters, dropping the shit
smothered toys on the floor.  The plugs were important, as getting the
timing right for the ritual was difficult.  The tome was specific about
what was required.  It needed the excrement of the two children, and it had
to be achieved through fear.  Acquiring potions from the alchemists to
promote regularity would be worthless, as it had to be a 'natural shit'. 
As such, Sandrinessa stalked her prey near a secluded outhouse on a farm,
on the outskirts of the village.  It seemed perfect.  Most of the children
from the village worked at the farm, the girls working inside the farmhouse
and the boys learning the farming trade on the fields.  This supplied
plenty of targets.  Also, the surrounding shrubbery and trees provided
shelter to hide in, and the fact that the small, wooden outhouse was a far
distance from the farm itself meant that she was mostly out of sight.  She
waited for several hours until a little girl came dancing down the path,
and a further hour until a boy came running from the fields.  Both seemed
desperate to use the toilet, and both were interrupted before they got a
chance.  This was why the plugs were important.  Sandrinessa didn't know if
they were the kind of children to lose bowel control in their sleep, but
she didn't want to take the chance.  The removal of the plugs seemed to be
enough to disturb their slumber, and slowly they opened their eyes.

   The girl woke first, her attempts at rubbing her eyes failing with her
hands chained above her head.  She silently looked up at the chains and the
towering rocks above her, then stared at the boy beside her.  Her attention
moved down towards her captor, and finally she observed the swamp around
her.  Her face contorted slowly, screwing up as if she had bitten a lemon
or, indeed, inhaled deeply in the midst of a filthy, putrid swamp.  Her
eyes screwed up, her cheeks blushed red and her mouth opened in an
unappealing fishlike pout.  She emitted a terrible wailing, a cry elicited
from a young girl whom is uncomfortable.  A cry that seemed more like a
whine.  A cry that would soon be silenced.

   "What's going on?" the boy exclaimed, reacting to the young girls
screams with an intonation of desperation, anger and dread.  He swung
slightly as he began to fidget, fighting against the rusted chains.  "Who
are you?  Where's daddy?"

   "Daddy?  Stupid little nestling.  No Daddy, only Mommy." the
extraordinary beauty muttered, mostly to herself since the children's
presence was more or less the same to her as the candles or the shrine
itself.  They were Tools, accessories, nothing more and nothing less.  Only
that the kids were able to speak, what in fact was a rather useless
function in their position.  She picked up a large mystic looking knife
with runes carved into the blade and inhaled deeply as she ran her long,
talon fingernails along the sharp blade.  With a glance at the two
children, she began reciting to herself the ingredients for the ritual. 
"First ingredient.  Right.  Blood of the innocent, blood of the foe. 
Resistant and willing, from hand and toe." She said quietly, mostly to
herself again.

   Sandrinessa crouched down with the knife and gently touched the blade to
the young girls dangling feet.  The child's feet were soft and blemish
free, her tiny toes were snugly clenched together, each one barely larger
than an adult thumb.  Her high pitched crying died down to a whimper as the
girls true fear began to present.  She stared wide eyed at the knife and as
she felt the cool metal press sharply against the flesh of her toe she
instinctively kicked out, her legs flailing and almost knocking Sandrinessa
over.  Fortunately, the witch was prepared, pushing harder on the knife as
the young girl kicked, letting it carve into her skin.  The girl
effectively cut her own foot up, as her attempted kick sliced her foot
across the knife, letting the blade carve a huge chunk of skin from the
sole of her left foot.  The girl screamed, her high pitched squeal dwarfing
the shriek of earlier.  As the large chunk of flesh fell to the marble
floor, Sandrinessa stepped sideways to the young boy, who looked back at
her with anger.

   "Get off my sister!" He screamed, lashing out with his foot. 
Sandrinessa caught the kick with easy, her long nails pressing against the
tiny boy's feet, holding it in place.  He tried another kick, a wild attack
from a desperate child, and the witch plunged the knife deep into the boys
sole, letting the blade cleave right through and out from the other side,
protruding from the top of his foot.

   "Related, hmm?  Not necessary, but interesting to note..." Sandrinessa
whispered as she twisted and pulled at the knife in one move, curving the
knife through the foot and cleaving through solid bone and muscle in one
move, severing three small toes and leaving the boys foot bleeding and
sliced in half.  His body tensed under the pain, and his feet curled up,
the remaining toes twisting and flexing repeatedly.  The detached toes fell
to the floor and bounced on the tiled mosaic, immediately followed by drops
of urine.  Sandrinessa looked up at the boys penis, the tiny limp worm was
beginning a flow of golden piss, and the cruel witch quickly stepped
backwards, moving fast to avoid missing her timing.  She placed the knife
against her palm and slowly slid it across, cutting into her hand.  She
squeezed her fist and let the blood drip down to the ground, mixing with
the growing puddle that formed from the slicing of the younger children.

   As the blood mixed, a gentle breeze blew the leafless, dying branches of
nearby trees.  Small ripples began to form in the putrid swamp water around
them, bringing the once still liquid to life.  Clouds began to form above
head, and Sandrinessa watched the struggling children, smiling.  "Waste of
body, fall from height.  Pure and fresh, distilled from fright.' Just in
time, I think..."

   The young girl trembled in her chains.  She couldn't ignore the
agonising pain in her foot and was overwhelmed with fear.  A sudden shame
washed over her, seeming to override her other emotions.  Even with her
legs clasped together, she couldn't stop the urine from flowing.  She was
terrified, and her aching bladder and bowels could hold on no longer.  From
between her puffy, bald cunt lips came a trickle of urine, which
immediately became a waterfall, pouring down her thin, slender legs and
dripping from her bleeding foot to the floor. 

   "Brother!  Oh god, I can't hold it in!  Help, please!  I'm so scared! 
Help me, brother!" She whined, her voice soon becoming a squeal.  She
continued to piss herself, and as she caught sight of the blade in
Sandrinessa's hand again, her ass opened up in terror.  The tiny, puckered
hole spread wide and a mess of soft, gooey shit poured out from her anus,
smearing against her thighs as it fell.  It wasn't a graceful fall, and
left brown streaks down her legs and all over her heels, before piling up
noisily against the tile floor.  The girls face went bright red.  Pain and
torture were things she hadn't experienced before, but the burning
humiliation of soiling herself in fear was far too familiar, and was riding
dominance over her other emotions simply due to experience.  She looked
over to her brother as the waterfall of bodily functions ended, and was
shocked to see him motionless.  His earlier attempts at fighting back had
been sated with the stabbing of his foot, and his fiery temper had been
replaced with a quiet terror, his face pale with fear and his whole body
trembling.  The girl looked down and noticed an identical spattering of
shit on the back of his legs, and urine still dripped from his tiny,
useless cock.

   The inhuman woman sighed as the children finally defecated onto the
altar's mosaic.  She herself also had to add to the filth, and she wasn't
too happy about it.  Staining her hands with the blood and bodily fluids
from the kids was easy, but frustratingly for her, she had reached the time
to expose her own filth as well.  She sighed again, her pretty face
reflecting slight reluctance as she began to tuck up the silky fabric of
her dress, which was already spoiled with muddy water and rotting plant
residues up to waist height, just like her long and shapely legs
underneath. Deciding the dress was unsalvageable; she grabbed the fabric on
both sides of its slit and tore it open.    Her swamp water moist panties
were pulled down with a sloppy sound, and she realised that she had dressed
really inadequately for her trek for the swamp as she kicked the soaking
wet garment away.  Keeping the frazzles of her dress waist height, she
stood in a wide straddle and opened her legs.  Her perfectly shaped
lusciously muscled white legs were like polished bones in the dense paludal
darkness.  The cold breeze bit into her exposed, desirable round ass cheeks
and a shiver ran through her spine.  The spoiled sorceress hated cold.   
With a free hand she involuntarily grabbed her left ass globe, the tip of
her claw-like nails pushed slightly into her tight skin and hard flesh, and
she separated her cheeks revealing the tiny, brown, puckered asshole
between them.  It was really time to let her bowels loose, she had withheld
the need to shit for almost three days, and the pressure inside grew to a
rather unpleasant and uncomfortable sensation.  Even if she was some kind
of a Princess and a skilled magician, the natural needs of her body were as
undeniable as anybody else's.    She pushed her ass back as she leant
forward.  slightly bending her knees and pursing her sweet lips just as she
always did in the intimate privacy of her toilet.  Since overly filled and
stretched from the inside, her rectum reacted like and obedient pet and her
puckered butthole opened, forming a perfect circle.  The tip of a healthy
black turd emerged from the hold and, like a snake from a hole, slid out in
accelerating pace.  It was like a huge snake indeed, an utterly unladylike
piece of almost solid turd, reaching fifteen inches long.  It hung from
Sandrinessa's asshole like she had a third leg or a limp cock, swaying
slightly from side to side as the very tip clung inside her.  Finally, her
long tested and eased asshole closed shut behind the monster, and the
shit-snake fell onto the stone mosaic breaking in two. Relieved, the girl
let her messy dress fall back onto her Goddess like legs and began to
prepare for the next phase.

   The winds around the trio blew harder, but almost seemed to be blowing
from below them, as if the floor itself was producing wind.  It wasn't
strong, but was enough to blow the hair of the two females slightly,
flowing as if in water.  The clouds overhead became denser, curling around
in a circle above the three character's heads.

   "Flesh and waste down throats and necks.  Obliterate the untouched
sex..." Sandrinessa cited as she knelt down to the large piles of excrement
on the floor, holding her knife in her mouth to free her hands.  With her
long nailed fingers, she carefully scooped  up a handful of shit, ensuring
it contained elements of each three piles.  It felt warm in her hands, soft
and playful, like freshly kneaded dough. Unlike normal people, she could
easily fight her urge to puke.  Her eyes remained cold and determined,
though her dainty nose pursed and the bridge of her nose wrinkled as the
stench hit her sensitive nostrils. She then reached for the severed toes
and strips of flesh that lay in bloody piles on the floor, coated with
urine, and placed them in her shit filled hands.  With her knife between
her teeth, she held the shit up to the face of the girl and pinched a large
chunk from the malleable pile.

   "Eat." She demanded through knife clenched teeth, holding the shit to
the girl's lips.  The youngster responded by clamping her mouth closed, her
eyes screaming in terror at the mere idea, her stomach churning at the
smell of the faecal matter in front of her face.  Sandrinessa sighed,
placed the lump of shit back in her hand and drew the weapon from her
mouth, holding it to the girl's chest.  "Eat, or I'll carve from your chest
to your pathetic cunt.  Don't delay me, now eat!"

   The girl shook her head, her hair moving slowly around her as the
mysterious upward winds continued to blow.  Her lips, small, thin and pale
with fear, stayed tightly closed. Balancing the mixed shit in one palm,
she pressed the blade against the girl's flat chest, deep enough to carve
into the skin but not too deep to damage her insides.  The girl screamed in
pain again, as the large knife moved down and the cut stretched from her
flat breasts to her untouched crotch, covering the lower half of her body
in deep, red blood.  Her screams turned to cries, which eventually became a
whimper.  The girl looked at her captor with huge tears rolling down her
face, her eyes red with crying and her body stinging with pain.

   "I'm soh-rry...sorry..pleehuusee no more!  I'm a good girl,
pluuheeease!" She gasped, her toes twitching as the pain seemed to come
from all over her body.  "I ...  caahn't....  no more..."

   "You can and you will." the woman stated with angry thunder flashing
inside her eyes.  As her fingers shifted slightly, minute chunks of shit
fell between them, the rest separating onto the lines of the fingers. 
"Suck like you suck your own fingers.  NOW!" the final word boomed and the
shaking child seemed to finally receive the message.

   The young girl looked at the shit in the witches fingertips.  It was a
mixture of three different shades of brown, and three different
consistencies.  A slice of her own flesh was laid on top, spread out like a
tablecloth.  It was still bleeding, staining the shit a slight red, and
reminded the girl of the agony in her feet.  Obediently, through fear of
further pain, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.  Sandrinessa
promptly stuffed the shit inside, and the girl's face screwed up as her
mouth closed, dribbles of shit trickling from between her lips.  She
started to cough, but managed to keep her mouth closed as she did so,
resulting in strange wheezing noises and bulging cheeks.  She could feel
the leathery texture of the chunk of flesh on her tongue, and the shit
tasted bitter and warm.  Vomit rose in her throat, but Sandrinessa quickly
clamped her hand over the girls mouth, forcing her to swallow.  She shook,
her legs flailing under her, her body unwilling to keep going.  As soon as
she swallowed, Sandrine removed her hand and the girl immediately vomited a
disgusting spray of brown sick pouring down her chest and mixing with her
bleeding wounds.

   With the vomit still pouring from her mouth, Sandrinessa swung her knife
wielding hand upward and thrust deep into the girls cunt.  The young girl
screamed again, this time her voice hoarse from burning pain, her lips
spitting vomit and her shrieks so high pitched that her brother began
crying.  The knife penetrated her labia, slicing deep into her cunt itself,
the blade piercing her hymen with ease and producing a fountain of blood
from the poor girl's cunt.  She twisted the knife from side to side,
ensuring total destruction of the once virgin cunt, before pulling the
knife out.  Strands of skin tissue and flesh hung from the ruined vagina as
it continued to spurt out blood and as the girl's body went into shock, she
passed out, swinging lifelessly as her body began to drain.  She wouldn't
last much longer, but fortunately for Sandrinessa, the ritual was almost
complete too.  As long as the children survived long enough for the demon
to enter the world, their fate was unimportant.

   She turned to the boy, who was also suffering from shock.  He appeared
to have closed in mentally, becoming nothing more than a mindless zombie.
The torturing sorceress held a new piece of shit up for him to consume,
with one of his own severed toes in the centre like a cherry on a sundae.
He stared at it with an empty expression, his face pale and white, and
opened his mouth immediately.  Sandrinessa smiled and pushed the shit into
his maw, then clamped her hand over the mouth to ensure he swallowed.  Even
in his passive state, he began bucking, his body reacting violently to the
forced feeding.  The crunch of his toe between his teeth and the foul taste
of the shit made his body convulse, and as he swallowed the shit, letting
the partially chewed toe slide down his throat, he felt the knife blade
press against his foreskin covered penis head.  Sweat dripped down his head
as his mind, still hiding behind a mental wall of denial, hoped that it
would all be over.

   It wasn't.  Sandrinessa twisted the knife like a corkscrew, pushing the
tip of the blade into the tiny urethra and letting the knife quickly slide
deep into the cock.  Immediately the penis tore under the speed and
pressure that was applied, and soon the cock was shredded, hanging as
strands of loose, bleeding flesh and muscle around the sharp blade. The boy
vomited, pouring a mess of thick undigested food out over Sandrinessa's
hand, dripping from her knife to the floor.  As she looked up at the boy,
she noticed he had also blacked out, his head hanging lifelessly and
drooling white vomit and spit.    The frozen hearted woman performed the
brutal acts without emotion, like she was a cook in the kitchen who had
just cut the throats of chickens to be cooked for dinner.  The only
reaction she displayed was when she finally raised the shit and severed
foot-meat holder to her own mouth.  Power and potency had their own price,
and the statuesque beauty took a deep breath before paying it.  Her nose
wrinkled, her teeth snared and her beautiful eyes shut so tightly it was
almost like she never wanted to open them again.  With reluctance, she
opened her mouth wide and stuffed a large portion of the mixed shit topped
with girl sole and boy toe into her prettily lined mouth.    Sandrinessa
retched, heaved, and quickly dropped the remaining filth onto the ground to
free her hand, covering her mouth in a desperate attempt to prevent the
shit immediately being vomited out. 'The power!  Have to be strong!  This
is my destiny!' she told herself again and again as she fought against the
natural reactions of her own body, until finally she felt her churning
stomach accept the foul substances.

   Lightning crashed overhead as the storm clouds swirled around the
island, and Sandrinessa stood at the centre of the maelstrom.  The
once-quiet swamp water crashed against the altar on which she stood, and
both children swung in chains against the severe wind.  Thunder rumbled
again and again, filling the quiet swamp with booming noise, and with her
arms up in the air, the witch screamed the final line of the summoning
spell, shouting to the heavens at the top of her lungs to be heard over the
din.

   "I OFFER UP THESE TRIBUTES FOR BIRTH!  MY VESSEL AN ANCHOR, TO SUMMON TO
EARTH!"

   Lightning struck Sandrinessa.  A bolt from the black clouds filled her
with electricity.  She could feel the warm, tingling glow wash over her
body and pass through her, and quickly she pointed her hands at the centre
of the altar, her fingers outstretched.  The lightning shot out from her
fingertips, curving against her impossibly long nails and striking the
exact centre of the mosaic disc in which she stood.  For a moment, the
witch could have sworn she saw fire, ice and water appear and disappear
amongst the chaos of energy that spun like a tornado, and suddenly
everything vanished in a flash of blinding light... 

   --

   To say that the wood elves lived in a forest would be, technically,
incorrect.  In actuality, they lived in all of the forests, whilst at the
same time existing in none.  The wood elves were a peaceful sub species of
elf that had, since they have existed, always preferred to live in secluded
wooded areas.  During the advent of mankind, a time when most other species
of elves inevitably embraced and adapted to a new lifestyle, the wood elves
shunned progress, choosing to remain in the woods.  As the world developed
and mankind grew ever stronger, the wood elves remained oblivious to humans
and how they act.

   A century ago, a devastating fire diminished the size of the Great Intui
Forest in the Eastern border by over half, and shortly afterwards a war
broke out between the wood elves and the forest nymphs over the remaining
land.  The nymphs discovered a way to bypass the elves immortality, leaving
them vulnerable to their attacks.  The wood elves were outnumbered,
outclassed, and on the verge of losing the war, forcing them to flee the
great forest and take refuge in nearby villages, coming into contact with
humans for the first time. 

   This posed a separate problem that had never been anticipated.  The
elves had spent lifetimes living with nature and communicating with the
spirit of the Earth itself, thus granting them special powers.  Apart from
their regenerative capabilities and semi-immortality, the wood elves were
also blessed with unimaginable beauty.  In their natural form, they appear
to be pure white and humanlike, with long silver hair, pointed ears and
long, delicate eyelashes.  Their bodies are perfectly formed, making them
desirable by most humans, and when combined with the natural hormones that
their body secrete when scared, any man, and indeed woman, who would view a
wood elf and inhale their natural scent in this state would be struck by
uncontrollable arousal.  In their attempt at refuge, the wood elves were
promptly raped en masse by entire villages.

   This was especially agonising for the females of elfkind, as they had
outgrown the usual method of reproduction used by most humanoid creatures.
As semi-immortals, the need to repopulate was unnecessary, and as such the
reproductive organs that they possessed served no purpose other than energy
consumption.  They had no need for food, drink or sleep, thus they were
incapable of losing consciousness or producing waste matter.  Instead,
elves recovered lost energy by placing their bodies against the very
essence of nature, via trees or plants, and let the life force absorb into
their bodies through their lower orifices.  If, for whatever reason, an elf
couldn't absorb life force or replenish energy over an extended period of
time, then it was possible for them to die.  If such an event were to
happen, then the bodies of the deceased would break down and transform into
a single seed, which would grow into a mighty tree.  After one hundred
years, the elf would be born again in the very heart of that tree, though
prior to the war with the Nymphs, this was very rare.    Absorbing life
force was a spiritual event and not a task that required any kind of
physical entity.  Therefore, the sizes of elf orifices were miniscule, and
due to their lack of use would always remain as such.  Unfortunately for
female elves, this meant agonising pain with even the smallest of
insertions into their vaginas.  They did possess hymens, but due to their
regenerative properties, they would reform whenever broke, thus ensuring
permanent virginity.  Female elves suffered the most under the hands of man
and the previously undiscovered acts of rape.

   Most elves managed to escape, though their wills were broken and their
faith in humanity was lost.  Some females were captured by men and kept for
lifetimes, enslaved by emotionless sadists or sold by black market
merchants to those who were interested.  The price of an immortal virgin
elf whom could regenerate after any harm was as high as the demand.  As a
last resort, the surviving elves pleaded with nature for help, and were
granted one last gift.  They gained the power to break dimensional walls,
and thus the elf population became divided on how to best use it.

   Some elves had become corrupt after their experiences, and planned on
revenge, whereas others still wanted to maintain peace and serenity.  The
population inevitably split in two and vowed to go their own ways to pursue
their goals.  Fuelled by vengeance and anger, the corrupt elves opened a
doorway to what turned out to be a hellish dimension void of humanity and
occupied by dark, mythical creatures.  Once the dimension had been crossed,
they soon discovered that it was close to impossible to return home.  They
were trapped in a nightmare world, forced to fend for themselves.    The
peaceful elves, however, were rewarded for their kind hearts and granted a
utopia, the celestial contrast to the new home of their brethren.  Their
new dimension was an eternal forest where the wood elves could finally live
in peace. Their new home was known as Everwood, and unlike the nightmare
dimension, the walls that separated it from other worlds were thin.  Any
elf with the knowledge to do so could enter the magical world through any
forest in the land, and could return just as easily. Occasionally,
specifically trained elves with knowledge of stealth and vast understanding
of humankind would attempt to return to their original dimension to free
their captured brethren, though these missions were rarely successful.   
Freya opened her eyes and shuddered.  As the daughter of the Elven Elder,
she was susceptible to dimensional disturbances.  Only elves of the royal
bloodline were capable of sensing such things, a bloodline that stopped at
her.  She could feel it whenever anyone left Everwood and entered the land
of man, and that felt like a minor pinch.  The feeling that pounded her
mind was more like a sledgehammer to the face.  Something dangerous was
happening.

   She was alone in her room, a room which consisted mostly of tree
branches entwined and twisted to resemble a floor and walls.  It was, in
effect, a tree house, with the large trunks and branches bound together
with hemp rope, and kept in place mostly by faith and respect for nature.
Much of the elves power came from their connection to nature; their beauty,
immortality and, of course, the simple way they manipulate and bend the
trees into complex structures for their civilisation.  In return, trees
were never harmed, and in reality the crudely constructed `rooms' were
rarely used.  They were simply a space for elves to meditate and regenerate
with the spirit of nature, so they could then spend most of their time
frolicking in the forests.    Freya was straddling the large branch that
took up the majority of her `room'.  She had been replenishing her energy
on the largest branch of the very tree in which she was born.  It was her
favourite tree to use, as she could often revisit memories of her previous
life during her meditative regeneration.  She could see glimpses of forest
nymphs and a metal cage, and felt a sensation of starvation, which were her
last memories.  The last time she asked the elder about this, she was
told that she was one of the last fatalities of the war between the elves
and the nymphs, and her body was kept safe during the time of man.  Her
body was buried in Everwood and she was reborn within the mighty Oak.  Her
memories were linked with the very tree itself.

   She was 78 years old, which was young for an elf, and had the body of a
nineteen year old human.  She was tall, almost six feet, and had beautiful
silver hair that flowed down her body and reached her firm, shapely ass. 
Her skin was white and her face was round and perfect, with strong bone
structure and an adorable little nose.  Her eyes were unusual; they had no
whites and looked as though they were nothing but large pupils, a beautiful
blue iris that filled the space of her eyes.  She blinked, and her long,
natural eyelashes flickered like a cooling fan.  She was naked, though in
elfkind that wasn't unusual.  A species that didn't reproduce through sex
didn't see the need for clothing.  There was no shame about it; it was just
the most natural way to be.

   Her chest was flat, barely A cups, and her nipples were so small they
were almost non-existent, though they made up for their tiny width with
their ability to grow long in cold weather. Her cunt, just like her
asshole, was tiny.  It was barely big enough to fit three fingers in,
though she had never had the urge to try, and was almost hard to find as it
was covered in a large bush of silver, furry hair. Her hands were as
delicate as her body, and equally as long.  Fingers stretched like
tentacles from her hand, long but smooth and slender, perfect for archery.
Her toes were just as long, and the soles of her feet were clad in a padded
leather sandal, the only item of clothing that elves felt the need to wear.
Though elven energy is recovered vastly through their reproductive organs,
they also had the potential to revitalise themselves through their feet if
barefooted and standing in grass or other types of foliage.  This made elf
feet very sensitive to external stimuli, and they had to wear strong
leather sandals to protect them from day to day pain.    Freya rubbed her
head slightly unable to shake the painful headache, and quickly jumped from
the crude, wooden floor and out of her room.  For a moment, she seemed to
hover in the air as she fell from the tall tree, a long distance from the
ground.  As branches and vines swept past her with speed, she reached out
and gripped a long, rough length of vine.  Immediately she swung from her
free fall like Tarzan, and flipped back up into the air.  With a cartwheel,
she landed on her feet on a wooden platform, and stumbled slightly.  She
had great athleticism, but she was always let down on the landing by her
sensitive feet.  She hated that.  Once she had composed herself and stood
up straight, she walked forwards towards the dangling vines that acted as
curtains, making the majority of the new wooden platform a gloomy, enclosed
room.  Inside was a large trunk, hollowed slightly in the shape of a
throne, upon which sat a handsome, silver haired man of approximately forty
years of age.  In actuality, he was much older, reaching almost a
millennium, but immortal creatures rarely look as old as they are.  He was
also naked, his pure silver body and broad shoulders much larger than
Freya, as he was almost seven foot in height when standing.  In contrast,
his penis was barely an inch long, and was currently busy absorbing the
life force of the tree in which he sat. He hadn't even opened his eyes.

   "Did you feel that, Elder?" Freya asked confidently, her hands on her
hips.

   "I felt it child.  Seems someone is playing with dimensions again. 
Inviting chaos."

   "It's her dimension, isn't it?  They're bringing her back..."

   "Almost certainly.  Judging by the strength of this magic, it would be
safe to assume that Lilith the Two Faced Demon is to be born into the world
once again."

   "So what do we do?" 

   The Elder opened an eye and looked down at Freya with a stoic
expression. "Do?  My child, we do nothing.  We are not of that world any
more.  We have no reason to involve ourselves again.  It would be
detrimental to our survival.  No, we do nothing..."

   Freya paused, her mouth opening and closing, words caught in her throat.
Finally, she managed to speak, though her voice squeaked with shock. 
"But...Elder?  Do you not remember the demon?  She was a...monster!  She
was responsible for all of our suffering, our dark history..."

   "Enough Freya!" The man boomed, slamming his fist on the side of the
tree.  "You know nothing of the suffering of our kind.  You were not around
during the dark times of man.  You do not know what they did..."

   "Of course I don't.  No one around here will tell me what happened! 
It's like this big mystery that I am not allowed to know about because of
my age.  I'm almost a hundred!  I'm old enough to know about these
`so-named- tortures..."

   "The fact that you talk about it with such disrespect shows that you are
not ready to comprehend the evils that man is capable of.  For your safety,
for everyone's safety, it is best we do nothing." 

   "But father..."

   "I MEAN it, Freya Oak!" The booming voice echoed in the tree, causing
Freya to recoil slightly.  Her father was an honourable elder, but could
sometimes be a harsh but fair disciplinarian.

   "Yes Elder." She sighed, nodding meekly.  She curtsied to her father
then left, his words swimming in her head as she climbed up the various
trees and vines to her room once again.  She lay back on the large oak
branch and her thoughts wandered.  She didn't like the idea of leaving the
world to suffer.  How long had it been since Lilith last reigned?  Would
anyone even remember?  No, she couldn't just let her devastate the world
again.  Freya glanced at the bow hanging from a small branch.  Surely the
best time to strike would be early?  Lilith gains power fast, but she was
weak to start off with.  Her sight moved down to the quiver of arrows.  How
bad could the human world be?

   Five minutes later, the Elder pinched the bridge of his nose.  Just like
Freya, he could feel when someone passed through dimensions, even if it was
their own.  He knew who had just left Everwood, though he hoped he was
wrong.

   --

   Something was wrong.  Sandrinessa tapped her foot impatiently, rubbing
her stomach in an absent minded manner.  Five minutes had passed, and
nothing had happened since the impressive, albeit pointless, light show.  A
circle of light glowed in the centre of the shrine, but the wind had died
down and the storm clouds had gone. Everything was quiet.  The ritual was a
disaster, and the only thing she had summoned was a useless glowing halo of
light.  Sandrinessa started mentally planning the complications of ditching
the bodies, going back to the village and beginning again.  It had taken
her days to prepare, and she didn't even know what she had done wrong in
the first place.

   To top it all off, she was feeling a strong sense of nausea.  The stench
of the foul swamp was obviously becoming unbearable, as her stomach churned
constantly and her head began to ache. She had just cleaned the chunks of
shit from her face and washed her hands by rubbing them with the laundry
soap.  She vainly drank a flask of dense red wine to clean the shit's taste
out of her mouth, but still felt miserable.  A feeling she was not used
to. Writing the ritual off as a failure, Sandrinessa began to gather her
things, sorting the various magical items back into the sacks they came
from.  She stepped towards her horse, who immediately took a step
backwards, fear radiating from its eyes.  Aggravated, the witch stepped
forward again, and once again the horse backed away, voluntarily trotting
into the swamp.

   "You wretched horse!  What is wrong with you?  Nngh" Her demanding voice
quickly became a moan of pain as her stomach twisted in knots.  "Look, I'm
not feeling my best, and would prefer to get out of this filthy
swamp....nnngk!" She dropped the bag she was carrying and clasped one hand
to her mouth, with the other holding on to her stomach.  Colour drained
from her face, leaving her a pale shade of bluish-grey, and she could feel
food rising in her throat.  Her cheeks bulged out quickly, and the hand
that covered her mouth did little to protect her.  The vomit was pure black
and oozed between her fingertips like treacle, pouring from her mouth very
slowly.  Her stomached heaved again, and she clasped her lips tight,
resulting in a disgusting spray of jet black vomit from both her nostrils.
It burnt her nose and sprayed over her fingertips, trickling down her hand.
Intense pain in her stomach made her instinctively clutch it with both
hands, and her exposed mouth responded in kind by spraying the vomit over
her chin and down her filth covered dress.    While puking in a manner of
water spouting gargoyles, Sandrinessa fell onto her knees opening her legs
wide until her knees and crotch formed an equilateral triangle.  She
pressed her delicate hands against her belly again as another wave of
vomiting shook her body and pushed her forwards.  Her face moved closer to
the ground with every tremble, until she was pouring the black, gooey vomit
onto the stone from only inches away.  The rest of the foul liquid splashed
back against her face and as soon as the unholy flow stopped, Sandrinessa
exhaustedly supported her weight by placing her forehead onto the mosaic,
right in the middle of her own puke puddle.  In that position her
trembling, smooth and neatly cut pussy came into sight, and her peehole and
ass began to open at the same time, right in front of her terrified and
agonized gaze.

   Half-way involuntarily,  she lifted the stinky remnants of her dress up
again, the neat lady's civilized habits did not let her to spoil her
clothes.  Inevitably, as soon as her dress was out of the way, her body
emptied itself.  Identical black, tar like slimy horror flowed from her
widely opening asshole just like she had ejected from the depths of her
stomach, while a sick, dark yellow urine stream projected from her urethra
with such a force that the jet of pee landed only inches away from
Sandrinessa's face and covered her lovely cheeks with her stinky liquid. 
Under normal circumstances, the woman would have died in shame and injured
pride, but together with half-dead sacrificial meats in the middle of a
marsh, questions of pride were not on the table.    The high class,
superior magician lady with the prettiest face of the Hundred Dukedoms was
vomiting, urinating and shitting herself in completely uncontrolled manner
whilst weltering in the silvery light of the full moon, and her moans and
agonized, miserable whimpers were echoing over the stinky water for the
entire duration.  Even croaking frogs had to quieten in the middle of their
night concerto, only starting again when the horrible noises faded away. 

   Sandrinessa gasped for air, feeling completely hollowed out, as if her
body had just underwent a deep cleanse.  The pain in her stomach
intensified and she cried out in agony again, clutching her belly with both
hands, her long fingernails shaking violently as she trembled.  She felt
like she was growing, and looked down to notice a definite size difference
in her stomach.  It had bulged out slightly, as if she had spent a full day
eating nonstop.  She looked around desperately and stumbled towards the
ancient book that still lay open on the floor.  Each step took a tremendous
amount of effort, and as she walked her stomach grew, expanding like a
balloon.  She reached for the Grimoire and turned the pages, attempting a
rough translation as fast as she could.  Meanwhile, her stomach stretched
out, pushing at her dress and making the material stretch to accommodate
the new size.  Another sharp pain struck her body and made her hands spasm,
dropping the book to the floor.  It felt as though a thousand knives had
plunged into her organs, and her intestines were stretching and twisting
around themselves.  She took a deep breath, gasping and panting, and looked
at the tome once again.

   "...These tributes for birth.  My vessel an anchor, to summon....oh god,
don't tell me it's a literal birth..." Sandrinessa groaned, her stomach
stretching to the size of a nine month pregnancy. The seams at the side of
her dress began to tear, ripping through the beautiful silk with ease, and
her growing gut showed no sign of stopping.  The newly pregnant woman
quickly lifted up the remnants of her dress to view the damage.  Her belly
continued to swell, and her belly button protruded from her body as a small
lump.  She stroked her hands against the smooth, stretching flesh, and to
her horror something stroked back.  An imprint of a hand pressed against
her skin from the inside, stroking and poking against her. Sandrinessa
screamed again, identifying the pain as ever quickening contractions.  Her
body glistened with sweat, saturated by her own exhaustion, and all her
muscles began to tighten.  She looked over at the glowing circle of
light, and it seemed to beckon to her. It was clear that she was going to
physically give birth to the demon she craved, and she had a feeling deep
down that the birthing had to happen within the circle of light conjured by
her magic.

   Wearing only torn, messy strands of silk around her generally stripped
body, the suffering girl began to crawl towards the brightness.  The pain
was so intense that she could only pant and groan, and was definitely
unable to stand up or even kneel up anymore.  Like a wiggling worm,
Sandrinessa crawled her way forward on her palms and knees.  The rough
stone surface bruised her knees and only years of routine prevented her
from breaking her nails, since even in that condition she was creeping with
fingers lifted in the air.  One of her shoes was left behind and the long
sole of her foot seemed to be lighting in the night.  Even her toenails
were long, their outline drawn by the moonlight in her sole up position.   
Her pampered body had not quite emptied everything inside her body, and
during her desperate crawl the daughter of the Grand Magister puked, shat
and urinated almost continually, smearing a messy line behind her like a
filthy snail.  Fortunately, her body caused her such misery that the
heretic mage girl didn't have a single moment to perceive the utterly
humiliating aspect of her inglorious march, and finally she managed to pass
the lighting circle. 

   Sandrinessa collapsed to the ground, her body dripping with sweat.  Her
face had turned red with the constant straining, her blood vessels opening
close to the surface of her skin.  Her jaw clenched and she screamed
through her teeth as she felt her cunt spread beneath her.  With her legs
opened wide, she gripped her sweaty thighs and growled in agony, feeling
the yearning to push.  Her stomach had grown so large that she couldn't
even see her legs anymore, her vision completely obscured.  She dug her
fingers deeper into her leg, letting her own sharp nails slide into her
flesh, in hopes to distract from the pain.  Her cunt began to spread,
opening wide as the large head of a creature forced its way through. 
Sandrinessa felt two sharp, painful objects scratch at the skin inside her,
tearing up the inside of her cunt.  As the head pushed out more, spreading
her vagina even wider, the head revealed two horns on the sides of the
forehead, poking out from a mess of pure, black hair and dripping with
various fluids from inside the witches body.  The horns were less than an
inch long and made of solid bone, sharpened to a severe point. 
Sandrinessa's cunt lips were forced as wide as they could go, allowing for
a head the size of a bowling ball to force its way through.  She felt her
cunt tear as blood squirted from around the head, pooling beneath them in a
crimson puddle.

   Her eyes widened in sheer terror as her huge belly waved like a blister
filled with water, and somehow she managed to catch glimpses of the
horrible head that emerged from her infrequently used and rather
overstretched cunt.    "Fuuuck!  Oh Gooods...  Fuuuck this caaaan't beeee!
Huuuuurt you dirty deeeemon you are fuccking killing meeee!" Sandrinessa's
usually clean and jingling voice rattled as another wave of pain wiped
every thought out of her pretty head.

   The pregnant witch howled in agony, her fevered screams interspersed
with pants and groans.  She hoped it would get easier as the head pushed
out, but the creature she was giving birth to seemed to be much bigger than
the average infant.  A sensation akin to being stabbed from the inside made
her shriek like a banshee, as the creature pulled out its left arm.  She
could barely see over her distended stomach and wide spread legs, but it
appeared as though the monster in her cunt was holding knives.  She felt
another deep, internal slashing as the monster cut its second arm out from
its new mother, and finally both arms were free.

   Sandrinessa was throwing her body wildly on the altar's floor in a
manner of pain she had never felt before.  She kicked with both legs into
the air, making her other shoe fly away and disappear into the dark water.
The woman's long and lean legs were kicking in agony, like a frog whose
head is pushed into sizzling oil.  Her toes opened wide and clenched
uselessly in the air, and her long, buffed, and sharp toenails were
glistening in the moonlight like ten pieces of almond shaped diamonds.  Her
arms were senselessly thrashing around as her body twitched like she was a
snake herself, her breasts were bouncing heavily and the crazed woman
finally tore off the remnants of her clothes.  The light silk landed a few
feet away as the slim human female kept on worming as if possessed by a
demon.  This was close to the truth itself.

   The demon in question gripped the floor with both hands and pulled its
legs free from the gaping, obliterated cunt of Sandrinessa. It stood up and
turned to the heavily panting woman, and in turn the exhausted witch looked
back at her summoned demon, whom was also her daughter.  It appeared to be
a young female child, though obviously not human.  Her skin was a vivid
red, the colour of cooked lobster, and her hair was as black as night.  Her
skin looked smooth and shiny, even though it was dripping in the various
fluids from her mother's cunt, and overall she looked youthful, no older
than four years old.  Her hair was short, a stylish bob that hung no lower
than her slightly pointed ears, and two small, bright white horns protruded
from her forehead.  The sharp, knifelike objects that Sandrinessa could
feel slice her insides were, in actuality, serrated bone claws on the demon
child's hands.  They came from the back of her hand and were curved like a
sharks fin, with the pointed tip overhanging her fingers.  Her nails, just
like the nails on her toes, were naturally pure black and had a wide base
that covered the width of her digits.  The red-skinned child watched her
hands with fascination, as if seeing them for the first time.  With her
fingers outstretched, the curved bone ran parallel with her naturally black
tipped nails, and when she clenched her hand into a fist, the horn stuck
out like a curved blade.  She stretched her toes out, wriggling each
black-tipped digit in the open, yet stagnant air.

   She also had a tail, which waved in circles behind her.  It was long,
thin and ended in a spaded tip, which seemed to move with a mind of its
own. She was a typical cliché of a demon, though much younger.  The demon
child looked down at her body, past her flat chest and focussed on the
umbilical cord that still attached her to her mother.  She redirected her
gaze to the cunt of her host, and giggled at its state.  All that remained
of Sandrinessa's once beautiful pussy was a bleeding, sliced up hole. 
Strong magic clearly had its price.

   The demon child reached inside the bleeding cunt with her tail, wrapping
the spaded end around the cord and pulling at it until Sandrine shrieked.
Holding the umbilical cord tight between one hand and her tail, the girl
swiped her free hand across the taught strand of jelly like cord, and the
claw on her hand sliced through it with ease.    "Fuck, oh Fuuuck!  What
the hell are yoouuuu??!!  What did you dooo too meee??" the terrified girl
screamed and, once separated from the bloody creature, hastily crawled
backwards.  Her bare bloody soles and palms slid several times on the
slippery stones until Sandrinessa collapsed, spread out over the mosaic. 
Her belly quickly regained its original flatness and she could see the
demonic creature between her messy legs.  The pain still radiating from her
ruptured cunt was excruciating and the insides of her vagina felt like it
was burning, but since it was so much less agonising than the birth giving
itself, the sorcerer managed to stay focused.  Focused on her 'daughter'.

   The miniature monster ignored the panting woman, seeming much more
interested in her own nose.  She had inserted a finger deep inside her
nostril and was wiggling it with joy.  As she pulled it out, a thick piece
of slimy brown snot clung to her black fingernail.  Squealing with joy, she
plunged the finger into her mouth and sucked on it seductively, as if
milking a cock.  Her mouth opened wider, and her tongue slipped out, a
thick pink muscle that looked almost seven inches in length.  The wet,
slimy tongue wrapped around the finger with ease and covered it with
saliva, before slurping back into the child's mouth.  She gave Sandrinessa
a wink and turned away, looking in amusement at the two swinging children.

     The terrified and degradingly messy, exhausted and suffering woman who
had just became the mother of something pure evil did her best to pull
herself together.  Whining and screaming was the instrument of the weak,
not a superior being like her.  Even if the summoning of the demon did not
happen exactly the way she had imagined, her calculating and far too
purposeful brain finally took control over the bleeding woman's natural
instincts.  Her cunt was awfully mangled and she could feel the warm blood
oozing out from her gaping, bruised and cut slit, but otherwise she was
physically okay and after all, she succeeded in bringing the demon into her
world!

     Sandrinessa brought both her hands to her bleeding opening and
attempted to stuff a larger piece of her torn dress into the messy hole,
whilst following every movement of the mini creature.  Slowly, she managed
to fumble herself onto a kneeling position, pushing the messy silk deeper
inside herself in hope to stop the bleeding.

     "You, there!  Can you hear me?  Do you understand what I say?" she
asked in hoarse and weak voice.

     The demon nodded her head enthusiastically in response to the weak
woman, then crouched down and pounced like a spring loaded tiger, her
incredible jump propelling her from standing position to the swinging boy,
whom she clung to tightly.  She clambered up the male child, using his
naked body as climbing material, and reached the strong iron chains around
his wrists.  Ordinarily, she could break the chains apart with brute
strength, but she hadn't regained her strength and her attempts at snapping
the iron failed.  Disappointed, she pressed the sharp bone claws of her
hands against the boys wrists and began cutting through his bone, sawing
her arm back and forth.

     Sandrinessa watched her demon daughter `play' with her tributes, and a
thought surfaced in her mind.  She didn't know where it came from, but it
felt right.  "...Lilith, that's your name, isn't it..." 

     Lilith nodded happily as blood rained down from her difficult task. 
The young child's bones snapped and his arm flopped down by his side,
bleeding and missing one hand.  Lilith pulled at the severed hand in the
chain and sniffed it, before throwing it to the floor and starting again on
the second arm.

     "This is something you have to do, isn't it?  You have to inflict pain
and suffering to develop and grow?" Sandrinessa kept on speaking in her
trembling voice.  Though the horrid little creature did not pay too much
attention to her, she seemed to understand her words.  Lilith groaned
slightly with the intense, lingering pain deep within her body.  As Lilith
fought her way out, she obviously caused serious injuries to Sandrinessa's
womb and vagina, and only the witch's determination and lust for power made
it possible to keep from passing out.

     Lilith's claws crunched against bone as the ruthless sawing continued,
the boy's body completely coated in dripping blood, giving him a shiny coat
of fluid.  At the final crack, the young child dropped to the floor, both
hands completely severed from his body.  He landed heavily on his feet and
fell lifelessly to the ground, blood pouring from his new wounds.  The
demon child hung upside down from the dangling chains by her feet, gripping
them tightly with her strong, flexible toes.

     Effortlessly, Lilith swung on the chains until she could reach the
young girl, whereupon she grabbed her waist with both black nailed hands.
Redistributing her body weight, she swung her legs from the empty chains
and wrapped them around the girls chest, reaching behind her back and
entwining her toes together in a tight grip.  In this position, Lilith
remained upside down, but her arms and legs both hugged the girl tightly
and her head was conveniently located just in front of the girls bleeding,
mutilated cunt. 

     As the suffering girl swung as much as her chains allowed, the
unnaturally red ass of Lilith glistened with blood and other body fluids
under the pale moonlight.  She had two perfectly round shamelessly luscious
assglobes with were small, but would put the rest of camp-follower whores
to shame. With great glee, Lilith immediately began lapping at the blood,
plunging her extra long tongue deep inside the unconscious girls pussy and
letting the constant stream of blood wash down her throat.

     Her tail whipped from side to side in the same manner as an excited
puppy.  Repeatedly, the spade shaped tip slapped the young girl in the
face, striking both cheeks one after another, until eventually she woke up.
It took a while for the memories to sink in, and soon the girl was
screaming again, a frenzy that heightened once she saw the demon tail
whipping her face.

   "DEMON!  DEMON!  GET IT OFF ME!  OH GOD, IT HURTS!  WHAT IS IT DOING? 
GET IT OFF ME!  BROTHER, HELP!  BROTHER?"

     The demon tail flicked in the air and reached behind the girl, pushing
on her head.  There was much more strength in the tail than the girl
expected, and despite her resistance, her head was forced forward, pressing
into Lilith's large, beautiful ass.  Immediately, the new-born demon
farted, her flexing asshole releasing a terribly strong and nauseating gas
directly into the hanging girls face.  She responded by vomiting what
little remained in her stomach, and the watery dribbles of brown sick
poured over Lilith's rear, causing the demon to squeal in delight.  She
licked her lips from her fill of blood and climbed over the girl's body,
slithering around her like a lizard, until she was upright once again and
staring the girl in the eye.

     "Oh god!  It's staring at me!  Brother, help!  Please help!  You
promised you would keep me safe...please...." the girl whimpered, her eyes
wide with fear, her voice getting weaker and weaker. 

     "Sis..." the boy responded, his eyes half open, his body exhausted of
energy.  His bleeding arm lifted up pathetically, reaching for his
suspended sister.  Blood trickled from his mouth.

     A blood curdling scream filled the swamp.  The girl writhed in pain as
the demon began sawing once again, using her large claws on the backs of
her hands to carve into the young girls shoulders.  This required more
effort than before, but Lilith was persistent, dragging her hand back and
forth, the serrated edge of her horn cleaving into the young girls shoulder
and almost reaching her armpit.  As the final patch of flesh was cut clean
through, the girl swung sideways, separated from her arm.  Her screams
reached a whole new level as she stared at her severed arm, still hanging
from its chain, limp and bloody.

     "No....please..." the boy gasped, unable to look away from the
spectacle.

     Lilith held on to the young girl tightly with her demon feet as she
dangled from just one wrist.  Her attention moved to the remaining arm and,
as she gripped the chain with one hand, she plunged her other sharp claw
into the crook of the girls arm and straight through her elbow.  Her
screams became hoarse and she could barely breathe through the pain, the
burning in her throat indicating that she had already screamed too much. 
Her obliterated cunt, her bleeding feet, her severed arm, her sliced chest
and now her upper arm were all in agony, and she struggled to maintain
consciousness.  Lilith made quick work with the final arm, and was able to
sever it with ease just above the elbow, and she fell to the floor, landing
on her feet.  She heard the bones snap in her ankles and immediately fell
face first into the floor, whimpering in the new heights of pain.

     Lilith hung from the chain with one hand.  She gracefully jumped down
and landed with ease on her feet, giving a wink to her mother as if she was
showing off to impress her.  Then she griped the girl's hair with her tiny,
red fingers and dragged her across the floor until she was lay beside her
brother.  She couldn't move herself, her ankles were broken and only one
half of her arm remained.  Blood poured from the gaping wound in her
shoulder, where one arm used to be, and her other half-arm hung limply by
her side.  Tears streamed down the youngsters face as she looked up at
Lilith standing over them, and her face contorted in horror as both bony
claws plunged deep into her brother's gut.  She tried to scream for mercy,
but her voice had left her.  She watched silently as Lilith proceeded to
gut the young lad, slicing his stomach open and reaching inside with both
hands.

     The intestines were the first to be pulled out.  Miraculously, the boy
was still alive, and watched agog as the slimy pink entrails were pulled
from his body.  Blood trickled from his lips and down his cheek as he tried
to sit up slightly, reaching for the removed intestines with his hand-less
arms.  His sister joined in, desperately trying to scoop them back inside
his open gut with her remaining stump of an arm, but their pathetic
attempts were futile without hands.  The boy coughed and vomited blood, and
finally his head dropped back against the floor.  Lilith shrugged at the
death, pulling at the stomach and dropping it to the floor with the rest of
the organs.

     Like an enthusiastic child who found a box full of lovely and
interesting toys, the wicked little demon unloaded the organs of the poor
human boy.  Her arms were energetically picking and pulling on slimy,
slippery pieces of flesh, bags of all colours and shapes, a gall-bladder
landed next to the boys dead eyes, a kidney flew over the head of Lilith
and another bladder splashed against the floor not too far from
Sandrinessa, immediately bursting and spraying the kneeling, seemingly
self-fisting witch's legs with the remnants of the dead boy's urine.  Then
the demon child found something and she grinned, reaching for the girl
and gripping her hair with one hand.  Her other hand held out the slimy,
blood dripping heart of her brother.

     The young girl shook her head desperately, as much as she could with
her hair gripped tightly.  Her eyes widened with fear, completely
overwhelmed with emotion.  Her brother had just been mercilessly
slaughtered in front of her eyes, and now the heartless demon was holding
out his heart.  Tears streamed down her cheeks.  She wished she could help
him, turn back time and stop this from happening.  Her brother stared at
her with lifeless, dead eyes and she was helpless.  Her body was wrecked
with pain and exhaustion, but her reluctance to eat the heart of her
brother was enough to give her strength.  She squirmed furiously, like an
angry worm trying to escape, stopping only to take deep breaths.  The
constant wheezing and crying was making it difficult to breathe.

     The heart was placed carefully on the floor, and the girl stopped
squirming momentarily to watch it.  Lilith pressed her hand claw against
the raw, blood soaked organ and pressed down, letting the blood squirt out
as it was slowly cut in two.  The pre-teen girl yelped as blood squirted in
her eyes, wanting desperately to wipe them clean.  With a squint, she
managed to open them again in time to watch Lilith's claw slice deep into
the heart, cutting it into sizable chunks.  A black, bony claw penetrated
one small chunk of reddish flesh and lifted it up, like a vegetable on a
fork.  Slowly, the small piece of heart was pressed to the girl's lips and
forced inside, placing the chunky organ on her tongue.  Immediately, Lilith
clamped her hand over the girls mouth and nose, preventing her from
breathing until the food had been swallowed.  With tears streaming down her
cheeks, the young girl chewed, her teeth biting into her brothers heart,
feeling the raw, rubbery texture on her tongue.  She heaved again, an empty
gesture since her stomach was long since empty.

     Satisfied, Lilith let go of the girl and reached inside the hollowed
out chest cavity of the ten year old corpse, scooping out remaining body
parts that she missed.  The deceased brother lay on the ground; his foot
hacked up, his hands cut off and his penis in pieces.  A huge hole had been
pulled apart in his stomach, and his insides had been systematically
removed.  The young sister heaved between her heavy sobs, unable to
comprehend the current reality.  She couldn't believe this was happening,
and wished it would all be over.

     Lilith stood over the body with her legs spread.  With a cheeky wink,
she reached for her tiny, untouched cunt and spread its lips.  As if
turning on a tap, a stream of pure, golden urine flowed from her cunt,
sparkling as if lit up even in the dark swamp.  It looked like the purest,
most potent piss ever produced, and poured like a waterfall into the
stomach cavity of the brother corpse.  It seemed like a never-ending spray,
pouring out like a hose from the tiny, puffy red cunt of Lilith, filling up
the dead body beneath her.

     "Oh my god....My brother...." the girl gasped, her body trembling as
she watched the desecration of her former sibling.  Her eyes were red with
constant crying, and her throat was burning with her cries and screams.  As
she stared desperately at the ruined body of her brother, Lilith stepped
behind her with one leg on each side.  Her hand gripped her by her hair
once again and she walked forwards, dragging the girl by her hair and
bringing her closer to her brother.

     The young, suffering girl let out a quiet scream as she was dropped
face first into the pool of urine that had gathered inside her brother's
carcass, and Lilith landed heavily on her back, straddling her with both
red, filthy legs wrapped around her waist.  She struggled pathetically, her
attempts at escape foiled by her lack of arms and further hindered by
Lilith's legs keeping the lower half of her body firmly secured.  Her head
lifted out of the hollowed out corpse and piss dripped down her hair and
trickled from her chin.  Immediately, Lilith's red hand pushed against the
girl's head, her red fingers spreading out in the forest of dirty, brown
hair, and she pushed with as much force as the new-born demon could muster.
The girl let out a small scream once more, quiet with exhaustion, before
her face was dunked deep into the piss filled body.

   The demon was enjoying herself.  She began grinding her puffy, untouched
cunt against the pitiful girl's back, letting the friction of skin and the
moistness of filth grind between the two of them, tickling her sensitive
clit.  As her lower regions slid back and forth on the child's milky flesh,
her excited tail whipped back and forth, curled on itself, then began to
explore the tortured girl's body.  Her cunt was destroyed, but her ass had
been left untouched, and quickly the pointed tail found the puckered,
virgin anus and pressed against it.  The flat, four inch triangle shaped
tip penetrated her quickly and Lilith quickened her crotch grinding to
match the speed of the furious pumping of her ass.

     Bubbling sounds emitted from the urine filled corpse as the girl
struggled for breath, drowning in demon piss in the corpse of her brother.
Her struggling was dying down, her body feeling light and her eyes stinging
with the potent urine that seeped past her eyelids.  She automatically
tried to scream and swallowed a mouthful of urine as she did so, the acrid,
bitter taste almost as bad as her brother's heart.  Her legs limply kicked
out, dripping blood with every movement, and her pert, childlike ass
wriggled in the air as it was viciously fucked by the devil's tail.  Blood
began to trickle from the reddening anal walls of the girl as the sharp
ended tail cut at her insides with every thrust.  Her whole body shook with
the heavy fucking, and desperately she kept her mouth and eyes closed,
bubbles pouring out of both nostrils in her yearning to breathe.

     Lilith's long, snake like tongue rolled out from between her lips. 
Her eyes almost disappeared behind her eyelids as she panted, her sticky
body coated with sweat as well as the amniotic fluid that still clung to
her brightly coloured skin.  She felt her orgasm building, and her
thrusting became almost piston like, pumping at her inner walls with
amazing force.  Lilith was weak compared to grown humans, and only just
strong enough to drag a weakened, limbless ten year old around.  However,
her tail had amazing strength and versatility, and she was taking advantage
of its usefulness by pounding the virgin's ass.

   Sandrinessa did not believe what she saw.  She had been prepared for
disgusting things and had performed rather inhuman and diabolic acts
recently herself, but the child demon's passionate lust for pain and
craving for death began to terrify her.  It was at that was the point the
young witch started to understand the scale of the evil she had summoned to
her world.  At the same time however, greater evil had to mean greater
power, and since she had so many plans the promise of power was too
appealing to admit anything.  Despite the pain and horror she was
witnessing, Sandrinessa made a promise to herself; never turn back.  She
forced an emotionless expression on her face, which was not easy, and kept
on watching her daughter's afterbirth fury.

   The devil child howled as her body tingled with pleasure, the warm
sensation filling every corner of her body.  Her cunt trembled, the bright
red puffy slit squirting a thick, gooey juice out over the slut's back and
drenching her hair.  The force of the orgasm caused the tail to plunge deep
inside the ass, slicing its way through the walls that separated the pussy
from the anus.  The flesh was torn to shreds, and the tip of the tail
wormed its way through, aided by the strength of orgasm.  Fully flexible
and moving as if alive, the tail squirmed inside the desecrated cunt and
eventually found its way out again, pushing out from between the bleeding
pussy lips and writhing out of the girls cunt like a sharp, thin cock.

     The girl yelped in the bath or urine, spreading bubbles around her as
she did.  The tail looped around and pushed against her ass once more,
stroking the part of the tail that was already protruding from the hole. 
With extra force, it squeezed itself into the pulsating, aching hole and
penetrated her a second time.  It had formed a circular loop inside her,
passing through her ass, into her cunt, out past her ruined labia and back
in her ass again, knotting the tail deep inside her.

     The girl could feel it all.  She could feel the juices pour over her
back and drip from her hair.  The agony of her ass proved to be too much,
and once more she opened her mouth in the foul, yellow ocean that
surrounded her.  Her eyes opened wide, stinging in the urine, and she saw
the disgusting insides of her brother.  Through the yellow haze, she could
see the red, bloody walls and slimy remnants of organs.  It was her last
sight, as her final scream resulted in her inevitable drowning, and with
the sensation of agonising anal rape, she became still and lifeless.  Her
legs fell to the floor and the bubbles stopped flowing in the urine.

     Lilith took a deep breath in.  That felt good.  She felt like she was
growing stronger from the experience, though she didn't seem to care too
much.  She was a newborn, and was simply playing with her toys.  It was a
fun, quick game, but despite being satisfying, she felt like she needed
more.  She wanted to explore the world, but had no idea how to do so.  It
was a world she wasn't used to, or at least so she thought.  She had
visited many worlds, and they were always a bit of a blur.  Either way, she
need a guide.  And she needed her mother.  She stood up and stepped over
the dead girl without a sign of remorse, walking over to Sandrinessa in the
centre of the mosaic shrine.  Her tail tightened and, with its tip still
penetrating the deceased female, Lilith dragged the body across the floor
behind her.

     She stopped as she stood in front of her mother, staring directly into
the eyes of the kneeling mother.  Lilith was a small demon, the usual size
of a four year old girl, but she had an overwhelming presence about her and
even though the two women were at eye level with each other, it almost
seemed like Lilith towered over Sandrinessa.  The witch looked back at the
undersized monster and tried her best not to take glimpse at the corpse of
the little girl over Lilith's shoulder.  The child's lifeless eyes were
wide open, her hair was dripping with urine and something was leaking out
from the scream frozen mouth.

   "...mother." The young demon spoke quietly, as if just finding her
voice. She had the mentality of a grown sadist, but acted like a child. 
Even her voice sounded like a baby learning how to speak.  A small, black
tipped finger pointed at Sandrinessa's crotch and Lilith moved closer,
inspecting the silk stuffed cunt.  "Hurt?" She asked politely, her voice
dripping with sweetness and innocence.

   Despite the demon's tone the woman involuntarily moved her hands in
front of her ruptured and bleeding cunt spreading her fingers in front of
her bloody slit as if opening two fans.  Lilith's red fingers simply pushed
the defensive hands away, and the witch took a deep breath, terrified but
unwilling to show her fear.

   "Yes, Lilith..." she whispered, not even realizing the demon kid's
sudden development of finding her voice.  "Hurts..."

   "Heal!" Lilith blurted, her fingers stretching out and her widespread
hand reaching for her mother.  The hand pressed against the bleeding cunt,
and Sandrinessa noted that the red skin was surprisingly smooth to touch,
and slightly warm.  Despite this sensation, however, nothing else happened.
Lilith looked at her hand with a puzzled expression, and tried again,
rubbing her hand over the damaged cunt of her mother.

   "Lilith...  you..." the woman paused, needing to collect her thoughts.
Her mind went back to what she had read in the tome about Lilith's birth.
"You are not ready yet, you have only just arrived...  I mean, were just
born.  Need to rest.  And need to...  practise.  Doing the things you like.
That's how you will be strong." she explained in trembling voice.  She was
ready to face most things and would do anything for the power she craved,
but in the company of her special daughter, some doubts began to form in
her mind.

   Lilith nodded.  She knew it was true, of course.  It all seemed
familiar, when she thought about it.  She felt weak, as if her body was
smaller than it should be.  Deep in thought, she lifted her large, black
claw to her face and scratched the inside of her nose.  She was weak, and
couldn't even summon the strength for the smallest of magic spells.  So she
needed to gather her strength.  Her mind began to race as it worked out a
plan.  Power came from suffering, from death and pain.  She needed new toys
to play with, new creatures to inflict pain on.  A whole world awaited her,
filled with toys, but she couldn't go alone.  She was weak.  It was a cycle
that was beginning to give her a headache, but slowly the pieces fit
together.  Her mother could help her, guide her through the world, take her
by the hand.  However, she was weak too.  So...  first mother needed
healing.  Mother needed to be strong.  Once mother gets better, Lilith can
have fun.

     "Fun!" Lilith said aloud, clapping her hands together.  "Heal mother!
How?" Her disjointed words seemed to arrive as if chosen at random from a
database.  Her tail swished from side to side as she waited for an answer,
making the dead young girl shift side to side with it.

     "We need to...  make it to a city.  Find a mage." Sandrinessa took a
deep breath and pushed past the pain.  She needed medical help as soon as
possible, but the closest city was still quite a trek, even on horseback.

   "First, we should go back to Hillfoot Barony.  It may be small, but we
could find some herbs to stop...infection.  Then, then we can head East
towards the Imperial City.  I wasn't expecting to go there so soon, but as
long as we don't draw attention to ourselves..." Sandrinessa looked up to
find Lilith had left and her heart skipped a beat.  A soft neighing behind
her caused relief to was over her.  Lilith was guiding the horse towards
her, and though the large creature seemed terrified, it also seemed to be
obedient.  "Horsey!" Lilith giggled, patting it lightly on the side.

     It took almost three hours for Lilith and Sandrinessa to walk back
through the swamp, guiding the horse with them.  Once again, muck and filth
clung to the witch's silk clothes, but she was more concerned with the
agony of her crotch.  The pain intensified as they reached the edge of the
marshland and she clambered up onto the horse, her legs stretched out over
the saddle.  As the horse began to gallop, Sandrinessa felt like she would
pass out.  The vibrations and heavy pounding of the saddle on her torn
apart pussy flashed white hot in her head.  It didn't matter though.  She
had to head on.  Once she was healed, she could continue with her plans.
     Now she had her demon, she could get her power...