10-21-2017, 01:13 AM
With the watcher gone, Ash turned back to the man who was holding her aloft. “What are you doing here, Desman?” She asked, then spotted her dagger. She grabbed the handle firmly and placed her hand around the blade. Before he could stop her, she freed it.
“I sorta came here to-” He grunted as she yanked the dagger out. He would have cried out louder if he wasn’t aware of the dangers around them. He let out a pained sigh. “..To help you out.”
“Well, that was silly of you..” With the anchor point in his body released, she swings back into her dangling position, casually having a conversation while she was upside down made it clear she was comfortable in this position - about as comfortable as if she were standing upright and in front of him. Her tail wrapped around his wrist but didn’t really provide any support. She used her core muscles to adjust so she could look him in the face, using the surprisingly clean knife as a tool for the conversation now, waving it about as she would her hand. “I’m not in any danger that I can’t handle.” She thought she proved that well with their little scrap.
Staring down at her skeptically, he raised a question: “Why do you think I was carrying your half-conscious body around for?”
The pierced brow on one side, the one with three rings, rose at his sass. She kind of liked it though. Outwardly, she was as neutral to him as ever. “Well given how we just respawn after death, I don’t really see what the big deal is about.” She retorted.
“They… They weren’t trying to kill you…”
Ash looked unafraid, unfazed. “Who? The Marine? I’m pretty sure he was. He shot and stabbed me after all.”
He became more aware of the dried blood all over her arm, back, stomach, and soaked through her skirt. “To be honest I didn’t even know who the fuck sent you down here. I was referring to the pair of demons that were trying to kidnap and..” Desman gulped as he didn’t really want to think about it. “R-Rape you.”
The demoness whose ankle he still held in his hand quirked her head at this. It was nothing what he expected, surely. Rape was a serious accusation, and the topic generally made females squeamish and nervous, disgusted even. However, if he knew anything about this woman right here, it was that she wasn’t like normal females. “Were they at least attractive?”
At that point, something clattered to the ground from on high. Or maybe it was just in his head as she didn’t even flinch.
“Did you hear that?” The taller man asked, more than willing to change the subject at this point.
Ash looked around as if trying to figure out if he was crazy or just didn’t want to talk about it. “I mean, we are- Correction. You are standing in the middle of a street, holding a demon by the toe. We probably are a sight to see on our own.” Was her impassiveness endearing or frustrating? “Maybe it’s the two demons you were talking about.” She didn’t sound like she believed his story.
“True... But in a place like this... “ Desman’s mind flashed back to the number of vile and disgusting creatures that he’s seen in the past week alone. “...It probably wouldn’t hurt to be careful.”
The ‘place’ hadn’t escaped her observation skills. It looked like a place of nightmares, or your stereotypical nightmare with the twisted dangerous buildings and the crimson sky. She kind of liked it actually. “I don’t even know where this place is. I thought I already saw the lowest tier in Coruscant.”
“We’re... We’re not in Coruscant. This is someplace called the Underverse, from what little pieces of information I could get from Jak and my own experiences, this place basically seems to be the Omniverse’s ‘hell’.”
Again, if he expected her to react in a specific way, it wasn’t the way she was going to react. She twisted to look at him, as if she would be shocked but brought instead a smile on her face. “You think we will get to see Diablo then?” She said cheerily. The Underverse had been something she was studying in that tiny dust filled library with Jaixe, and now that she remembered that it clicked what the marine had done to her. She’d been banished!
“Di-ablo?” Desman was starting to regret not getting more details before he banished himself here.
“Yeah. Master of chaos, reason why the underverse even exists?” Ash informed, badly. “They say he rules this land and waits until he can rise again to terrorize the rest of the verses.” She casually said, letting her core rest by dangling in his grip. “I did some digging in a library with a ‘colleague’. I’d have to find it all again.”
There was another sound, like wings beating above them. If he looked up, he wouldn’t see anything, but he’d get the strangest feeling of being watched. Desman was starting to get a real dislike for this place, it had been gnawing at the back of his mind for a while. All this stuff happening all at once has finally put this place on the ‘never return’ list. “Are you sure we shouldn’t be at least a little bit on guard?”
“Hm?” Ash looks back up at him, tightening her core to do so. “I mean.. It is hell. If we were in any real life-threatening danger I’d notice.” She released her core, feeling like she was doing upside down crunches which were actually exhausting with the pain in her stomach. She relented to the struggle. “That said... You are the one that’s standing in the middle of the road.”
It was at this point that they heard something large landing on a nearby gate, the iron groaning at its weight. Desman stiffened and looked down at his captive as if she’d be able to tell him how much shit they were in. “Here is where you’ve gone.” Hissed the spine demon from behind the human. “I was afraid we’d lost you…” He chuckled.
Before Desman could ask about the meaning of ‘we’ the stout man with charcoal skin walked into his view and carrying a set of chains. “Da slava’s will know what to do wit’ da two of 'em.” His voice was heavy and thick, and menacing. But also gleeful. The human male swallowed so hard all three demons could hear him. Luckily for him, Ash has yet to look her quickness in thoughts or how convincing her lies can be.
“Slavers!?” Ash sounded confused, and mildly outraged. She turned like it was the most natural thing to still be upside down. Her longer black hair almost touched the ground. She pointed her blade at the dwarf looking thing with chains. “I will have you know that this man is my bitch and I will not have you shit-stains karting him off like some mutt off the street.” It was about the nicest thing he might ever hear her say about him.
Desman, despite being shocked and a little annoyed, kept his mouth closed, hoping she knew what she was doing.
“Yours, you say?” The spine demon hissed in disbelief.
The hanging demoness turned to face the other one as best she could without her control. She puffed out her chest to look bigger than she was. “Mine!” She commanded. “Why else would he have the balls to hold me like this?”
“Seems a bit informal, says I.” The stout one adds, pointing out the obvious wrongness.
She swung towards him again. “Do I fucking tell you how to fucking handle your humans? Piss off!!”
The spine-covered creature comes closer, to talk to the storm demon. “If he really is your property, then prove it. Where is his mark of servitude?”
“Of for fuck’s sake!” She lifted herself with some support from his arm this time to grab the scarf and pull on it to show off his bluish-purple markings on his face, smeared in places and running in others because of the sweat. “Where, honestly! It’s right on his face!” She made a show that she was insulted. “What about you? Who do you fucking belong to? Can’t be anyone important or else you’d have more manners! I should march right to them and tell them to whip you for 40 nights straight!”
“Who did ya hear from dat we be slaves, lass?” The shorter one said, but it was a test, unbeknownst to Ash. Their mark was on their back. That didn’t stop her from bullshitting.
“If you aren’t a couple of undisciplined disrespectful pieces of dog shi-.”
“Tell us, lass. If yer so high up on da food chain, what were you doing face down in da gutter?” The thick accent accused her.
Ash hesitated but held his stare so it just seemed like she was really pissed off that he would imply anything negative. Her mind worked hard to come up with an excuse. She turned to her ‘slave’. “These the two fuck heads who were going to ‘rape’ me?” She asked, looking for extra time. She pointed her blade at the lankier of the two. “Whip it out big man, better have fucking spines, too.”
He was taken aback, looked over at his dark-skinned companion who didn't believe his ears either.
Ash looked over. “Then you are the alpha male? What of it? You just want to get laid, yeah? We can make this quick, I’ll take you both right in there.” She hiked her thumb towards a random alley. “In and out. My slave will watch for anyone coming.” She then paused when the stout man looked at Desman. “What? You want him to join?” She pointed the dagger at him this time. “I’m free but he’ll cost you. His goods are too good to waste on the likes of you.”
Desman turned as red as he used to be, only it's his face and not his whole body but.
They both looked at each other, at the same time the two demonic citizens of the Underverse nodded and said one word. “Succubus.”
Ash rolled her eyes. It's almost like no one knew how to just enjoy life. Like a woman who enjoyed sex was either a whore or a slut, and if she looked a little bit demonic she was automatically a mythical creature that fed on semen… She withheld the frustrated sigh. She felt as though the two were convinced she belonged here.
“How much for the boy.” The spine demon growled from his throat.
Ash had no way of knowing how people of the Underverse bartered, what their money looked like, or how much was just too much for them. As entertaining as it sounded, The Storm Demon did not actually want them to fuck Desman. “Fifteen,” she said, letting them fill in the blanks.
“Fifteen what?” The spine demon seemed curious.
But to her displeasure, they did not fill her in on with anything. She glanced at Desman who was at a loss for what to say. Perhaps he was shocked that she was negotiating a price. “Fifteen million Nuyen,” She said, the only money she knew. She was hoping it sounded exotic enough to impress them into asking her how much that was in their currency.
Instead, it damned them both.
The bony demon grabbed the adult human male with such force and swiftness that Desman barely had the opportunity to think. He dropped Ash without a chance to fix his mistake, as well as her blade. She fell into the arms of the shorter demons, her blade free of her hand. While he struggled against the thing behind him who has put him in a head and shoulder lock, Ash jams the heel of her hand into the bearded dwarven jaw. The short humanoid grunts before headbutting Ash with such force her ebony horns bend to the man’s will and add a sharp force to his attack. She cried out in pain, which did not end in its usual moan. Then she was dropped casually onto the cobblestones where his heavy foot kicked and kicked and kicked some more. Her ribs burned and her head spun.
“Ash!” Desman cried out, his fight getting desperate and looked more like a struggle to help her. The man who’d kicked the fight out of the demoness came over and gave Desman a solid punch in the gut. He felt himself try to hurl but managed to swallow it down before tears welled up in his face. He glanced over with amber eyes at the stone colored man, who just bunched him as hard as he could along the jaw. The crack of knuckles against jaw could be heard, and the spine demon let out an ‘oooo’. Desman’s felt dizzy and heard the high pitched ringing in his ears, but it did so little to keep him from blacking out.
“Should we finish what we started?” The spine demon nodded at the woman on the ground who was still conscious.
“Nah. I think she a bit too eager for my taste.” He said, setting the chains in place on the guy’s neck, wrists, ankles, and waist. “Have at da lass if you want. I’ll keep Jr. here on his leash.”
The mold colored figure eyed the demoness who was rolling weakly against the stone like he really wanted to. Feeling like he’d be judged otherwise he snarled. “Nah. I’ll pass. Pick her up, let’s see what Maffucci will give us.” He instructed, then lugged the man over his shoulders.
Maffucci was a man of length but no substance. He looked like a jelly bean on a pair of toothpicks sporting a top hat, high collared cape, spats, waving a polished top-brass cane that was far too small for him, and the tiniest glasses that covered his even tinier eyes. Horns poked out of his head and supported the pristine hat, tusks protruded from his large lower lip, and whose gender was defined simply by the bow tie that anchored the cape around his neck, and his very masculine voice. Other than the accessories of a gentleman, he was naked and covered in smooth green skin.
Ash was forced down on her knees in front of him, her head still spinning and ached horribly. She has been bound by the second pair of enslavement chains and a sickly yellow color could already be seen throughout her already bruised colored face. She glared up at him defiantly, her hair now a messy black halo around her face, strands even falling over the rim of her horns. She looked like a disheveled mess.
“Trashy..” Top Hat said, smugly. She spat a blue dyed luggie at his spats. “Does she bite, too?”
“Only if you are into that.” Ash sneered.
“Charming.” Top Hat replied, then brought his cane up under her jaw to take a quick look at her. “Are we returning a slave?” He asked, but it wasn’t for her.
“No sir found these two on the streets. Think they were freshly banished. Be a shame to not put them in their place.” The mold colored demon spoke, dropping Desman on the road next to Ash. The human grunted and looked past his lashes to see Ash, with her safety, confirmed he let himself slip back into the darkness. “Bet she’s a Prime, he may be her secondary.”
“Prime?” Top Hat sounded interested now, but if that was for show or the slip of the tongue it was hard to tell. He stared at her for what was a really long time, the two of them understood each other a bit more at that point. He removed his cane from her jaw to tuck it under his elbow and then he snapped his clawed fingers. A hulking beastly man with eight muscular arms stepped up, he was all muscles and white fur. He looked like he lacked a mouth, but his eyes were black and featureless.
He also lacked compassion and care as he picked her up with ease, stripped her of the chains and then put her in a gold set of cuffs on her that glowed when they closed. Ash - who was used to a constant flow of magic inside of her - felt the cuffs binding her spirit as well as body. She didn’t like the feeling. “Special cuffs for Primes?” She asked, curiously.
“Perceptive.” Top Hat said, then nodded for the big guy to grab her ‘secondary’. “Those only glow when they are on a Prime.” He explained, then clapped his hands for another servant of his to appear in front of the two demons. She was small and mousy, she didn’t look up as she presented a trey. It had on it enough gold to make them forget about everything. “Don’t spend it all in one place, boys.” He mocked them, they took it and left in a hurry. He then turned to his property. “Put her and the guy in the same box. Take these weapons too, in case we have a couple of fighters.”
And he did. In a cloth covered wagon, which was partially uncovered, stacked several cages of different sizes and shapes. One of the bigger ones was open and the unconscious man was tossed in first, then Ash was thrown like a child into it too. She landed on Desman with a grunt, but before she could do anything to retaliate, he almost shut the door on her tail. She glared at him, but the monster walked away without a word.
Ash stared until she couldn’t see him anymore, and then let her head roll back, exhausted and mentally drained. She felt Desman adjust, naturally or subconsciously he rolled to support her and lifted his heavy arm to wrap around her waist. She glanced over, but his eyes were closed. She sighed, rolled over to stay in his grip, but folded her arms onto his shoulders and laid her head down.
Just a moment for rest…
Hours later, Desman woke up to the rattling of wood and metal. He would reach up to rub his eyes, but something heavy and warm stopped him. The human male looked over to find Ash slumped over him with her sleeping face not much further than his shoulder. He found his arms hooked around her, holding her gently like a couple of lovers might do, like he didn’t want her to leave his side at all. This brought heat to his embarrassed face, but he could not unravel from her as easily as he presumed he could.
He instead tried to shake her gently awake, giving her a squeeze here and a nudge there. She must have been terribly tired because she did not stir until he applied a little more force. “Ash.” He urged quietly, “Ash, wake up.”
Ash could hear him but desperately wanted to sleep a little longer. Since it was Desman, she felt she could do just about anything. She let her weight slide across his topless body until they were mostly skin against skin from the lack of clothing, looping her cuffed hands over his head. If she didn’t have her eyes closed she might look like she was trying to dance with him. Her legs entangle themselves with his, keeping the space between them as non-existing as possible. She laid her head down on her own arm, but she was close enough to kiss.
“Ash..” He tried to argue, looking down at her slightly turned face, his own on fire as he looked down at her lips unintentionally. He thoughtlessly thought about kissing her before coming back to his senses. He reached up and touched his chained hand against her exposed rib-cage, his heartbeat racing a mile a minute even before he realized how intimate this could be seen. Giving her a little nudge he tried to rouse her again. “Ash... Wake up.”
She groaned, a little louder than maybe she intended, and tried to cling to sleep a while longer. Then she felt his hand and relented. “What..?” She asked, still with her eyes closed, unaware that he was staring at her darker blueish-purple lips.
“What’s happened?” He dove right into it, hoping to keep her awake with his questions. “Where are we?” Then he thought about the demons, and the deals she was trying to make. “They... They didn’t hurt you, did they?” Referring to the demons.
It took her a long time to reply, so long that Desman wondered if she’d fallen asleep again. “We’ve been sold into slavery..” She mumbled, cupping her hand across the back of his skull and petting his crimson-colored hair absentmindedly. “They know I am a prime, but they think you are a secondary of mine. At least the two that sold us to Top Hat did. Top Hat might have us figured out.” Her tail flicked lazily. “I don’t think I could imagine up someone that was so attractive but still such a dork.” She added but made no effort to apologize for being so blunt.
Honestly, he liked her style of talking most of the time, and the compliment did not go unnoticed. “Who is this ‘Top Hat’?”
“Some green guy wearing a top hat and twirling a cane, he doesn’t matter.” At this, she opened one lid to look at him with the mysterious eyeless blank whites in her skull. “He’s a businessman, the middle guy. He’ll sell us to whoever wants us.”
Desman smiled his sweet and innocent smile, the one that said he had a plan. “Unless we escape.” He said, then tried to untangle himself from her, starting by lifting her arms off his shoulders and finding them bound, she pulled away the rest of her, feeling a little chilly without his body heat to keep her warm. He stopped when he saw the gold glowing cuffs and began to examine them. “We’ll start with these, okay?” He suggested and then began to summon some lock picking tools.
A few moments later she was trying to convince herself to hold still for him. It would have been better if she had just about anything to keep her mind occupied she’d have been a better patient. If he’d just straddle her or something, that would work, too. As it was, she was just laying there with no strength to keep them raised for him to pick it.
When she heard him curse quietly to himself she finally let her arms fall out of her view of him and just gave him a look that made him want to explain himself. “It’s rather hard to do this all bound up myself.” He said sheepishly, then turned the instruments inwardly to try to unlock himself.
She looked as bored as she did while he was working on her’s, then glanced over when she noticed the silence around them. The ambiance of a carriage over cobblestones was still there, but the whispering of the rest of the slaves was cut clear out. She sat up from her sitting position to glance over at her right. Apparently, her mere appearance has startled many of the slaves, including a rose-colored harpy girl. This didn’t faze Ash because this was the reaction she was most used to when appearing to people outside her dance club.
The harpy girl looked pale, but that might have just been the shade her feathers were naturally. She fell back in her fight and hugged her chest with fear. Ash wondered what she would even be good for as a slave, and had they known that was her thoughts they might have been more afraid of her.
“Can you hold this one?” Desman requested, pointing with his nose which one he meant. She sighed and turned to help, doubting he could really accomplish what he’s claimed was possible since he hasn’t yet done it. “Just hold it still right there.” He instructed, then began to fiddle with his half.
Ash watched, painfully aware of his error but unable to decide if she’d rather him find it himself or to tell him. After the fifth try she finally grabbed his instrument and with def hands she had him unchained within moments. He was thankful but amazed, then she handed them to him. He dumbly offered to take care of her cuffs, but she declined. “Get the door, we can undo these later.”
He nodded and then tried to get around her to the door. They unintentionally mirrored each other a few times before he politely excused himself and then tried to push past her. Had the demoness had anywhere else to go this would be all fine and dandy, but as it was his knee found her tail and she was struck with a pain she couldn’t describe. She jerked with so much force though that he lost his balance and fell onto her, between her legs like the first time he attempted to save her. Only this time it wasn’t a vibration against her crotch she felt, but his very nice hips and pelvic bone. She was distracted from that by his weight on top of her chest, and his hot breath directly on her exposed shoulder.
It was he that reacted firstly, realizing his mistake and his position, the red-faced male lifted himself up off her in a push-up and then stared down at her with a slight panic in his heart. She remained still for a moment, her skirt lifted and showing off where his jeans met her panties and her jacket creeping off her shoulders. Her hair was a bouquet of black roses around her head, and her position suggested he literally threw himself at her. It was embarrassing, yes, but it was far more arousing to the well-developed man and he found it impossible to move at the risk of making the situation firmly worse. She remained motionless as well, except the natural breath that heaved her chest and the silver whistle around her neck into the air.
Silence followed.
“I guess I can’t call you a vibrator anymore…” Ash said, gently breaking the silence with a soft voice that he could hear the moan on the edge of. “Can you reach it, or should we try a different position? I don’t have a karma-sutra on me but we can just use our imagination.”
Desman tensed up, knowing that ‘a karma-sutra’ had to be sexual based off context, but between the distraction of their compromising position and the importance of trying to escape he would have to put it on the list of questions to ask later. Meanwhile, he was having a hard time tearing his eyes away from her underwear in plain view, but he tried hard to act like he was not staring.
When he didn’t respond right away, Ash planted her feet on the floor of the cage to lift her hips up and into his. She knew full well what she was doing, grinning to herself while he suppressed his voice just enough that his surprised moan wouldn’t alert anyone to their actions. He looked helpless as he trained his eyes back on her and not her panty-clad hips. “If they aren’t to your liking, Desman, I can summon up a sexier pair later.” She teased, still rubbing up against him. “But for now, maybe you should focus on the door?” She added, knowing she was more distracting now.
His face could compete with his hair for the brightest color. He swallowed the lump that’s formed in his throat and pushes himself forward despite the position so that he could reach the outer lock with only a bit difficulty. Ash stopped grinding into him so that he could work, but her cuffed hands come up to his chest and feel him up shamelessly while he did.
Or attempted to.
The Harpy has been watching them like a … well, a hawk. The rose-colored feathers were a bit on end now, bristled to the point of looking part chicken instead of whatever pink bird she was. When he reached out she began to panic and started to squawk at him. Desman was confused and tried to hush her, but as much as he tried she wouldn’t relent. Ash spurred him to just get the door open before they were found, and he followed. At this, she began to claw at his hands with her taloned feet. She’d dig them in and flap her wings to try to inflict more damage. The next few minutes were a mixture of razor-sharp talons, a struggle to unlock the cage, squawking, fighting her off which jerked his whole body, and under him some short excited noises from the sex demon who was not complaining one bit about the other Prime molesting her in the form of them grinding against each other.
No one noticed the wagon coming to a complete stop, or the shadow of Top Hat coming closer, grabbing the cloth that covered it, and then ripping it open to reveal the three of them completely in their actions. In fact, the three didn’t outright see him at all for a few moments. Not until he grabbed the harpy with his claws and wrench her away from the bleeding human did Desman look up. He swallowed hard. The green fingers snatch the picking tools and then snap for his eight-armed slave to wrench out the large cage and toss it to the ground haphazardly. If there hadn’t been two layers of clothing stopping them, Ash would have enjoyed the rough treatment all the more.
As it were, the man dropped the cage and yanked her entertainment right out of the cage and then slammed it shut in her face. She watched as the human was spun around in the air and stripped of his tools, the scarf, the scraps of his shirt, and the jacket. When he was down to his pants, which he was probably lucky to keep, a pair of gold cuffs snap into place on his wrists so fast he couldn't even object. A second later, they began to glow.
By this time, Top Hat was done putting the frantic harpy back into her place. He came in close as Des was being shoved back into the cage, “Ah, so he is a Prime as well.” He shook his head and clicked his tongue, looking at Ash as he did. “And you didn’t say a word... Shame on you.”
“Bite me,” Ash responded, not having the energy or the sleep to come up with anything more creative.
Top Hat smirked, he ran the brass handle of his cane across the bars. “Such a pity an attractive thing like you had to be sold, you know if you are a good girl you can come work for me for the rest of eternity. Be a shame to have the gladiator guards break you into pieces.” He purposed, giving her a way out. Best deal she’d ever make.
She Desman had been practically pushed on top of her, but in a less desirable way from before. Now they were just a tangle of the two bodies. She didn’t mind that normally, but it made responding to things like this difficult. She responded by pulling her hands-free and flipping him off with both of them. He didn’t seem offended and it almost felt lazy, but you can only say ‘bite me’ and ‘fuck off’ so many times before it gets boring.
“Very well…” Top Hat sounded a little upset if only because he had hoped she wasn’t the stubborn type. But honestly, he’d prefer submissive and smark slaves. She would be a handful until her mind was mush. He snapped, and the man with the many arms threw them back on the wagon, and they were on their way once more.
In Central Hellscape
“Next.” Zdenka was mostly just one big eyeball. A bright yellow iris with a dark red pupil, a blinking lid, and some tendrils that wiggled under them as if giving their body the ability to hover while at the same time dripping a mystery yellow liquid into the solid oak stool that was below them. On the writing desk in front of Zdenka was a big binder of papers and floating about it were pens, pencils, charcoal, and a single green crayon. They all spun at different speeds, waiting to be used for the book-keeping.
Maffucci - Top Hat - approached and bowed respectfully before twirling his cane at the caged Primes. “I have two Primes I picked up in The City of Dis, they lack any formal training and I can only assume are new to the area, in need of a good home if you will.” He props himself on the writing desk. “They were apparently found with some weapons, and I will provide them, but it implies the two know how to at least fight with blades.” Then he stood up in a very showy manly type. “One adult male human, and one pubescent female… Demoness”
Ash rolled her eyes. “I’m 25, jackass.”
Top Hat sighed and corrected himself. “One adult female demoness.” He turned back to Zdenka. “Who - by the way - is a handful and I recommend sending her straight to the breaking-box.”
“Noted.” The voice sounded like a mixture of both male and female, and neither. It was slow but deliberate which hit the mind first, then the ears. “What kind of weapons?”
“A dagger and a longsword were presented to me with them, who fights with what I am not sure.” Top Hat is quick to reply, promptly and as informative as he can be.
The eyeball looks at the cage, then begins to glow an eerie yellow glow. “She appears to be the rogue type, lots of speed and talent, but hopelessly weak. She specializes in hiding and saving her own skin. Electricity.” The green crayon stopped in flight at random and lowered against the paper, taking notes. “He seems to be no better, but can fight in close range or further away if need be. His specialty is weaponized energy.” The eye’s glow fades. “I’ll give you 3,000 for him, and 300 for the girl.”
“WHAT!?” Came Desman’s voice, perhaps even before he knew what was transpiring. How in the Underverse did he rank so high in the so much higher than Ash? He tried to come up with a calculated reason why they would pay so little for a rogue type over him. He was ignored.
Maffucci paused, he knew better to argue with the demon though.. “If I may... I did have to use the special cuffs.”
“You will get them back, in fact, take them now. They will need the use of their powers where they are going.”
Top Hat frowned a bit but snapped at his pet who reached in and removed the cuffs of the two primes.
“Now.. See here.” Desman said, taking up the floor on his own, surprising several people. He allowed his cuffs to be removed but demanded the attention of the eyeball guy. “I’d like to know just why exactly you price me so much higher than my companion here when she is clearly the more skilled type.” His words were like pebbles in a river and were doing very little, if anything, to stop what was happening around them. Ash was a smidge insulted by this pricing as well but remained silent because it often was more fruitful. She was all about saying unexpecting things at unexpected times, so she felt no reason to stop Desman until both demons were giving him the death glare. She touched his shoulder. When he glanced her way she silently put her finger against her lips. This did very little to stop him. “Non-sense. I demand to kno-mph!”
Ash decided that if he was going to survive she would have to help him, pressing her mouth firmly onto his at a slight angle so that no breath could escape without some force but the sound of his words catching in his throat could be heard still. He had no idea how to react to her, other than kissing her back. His arms wrap around her, his hand supporting her head while he tilts her back just enough for her raven colored hair to fall off her shoulder. So naturally, did he forget what he was saying in the favor of realizing this would be their first kiss since his mysterious transformation - let alone the first physical one he could enjoy this much, the first of maybe many in the Underverse, or the omniverse in general. His other hand slipped past her lower back, touching the curve of her body without being aware of what he was doing.
Maffucci tried to take the opportunity to get a little extra for the demoness based on Desman’s comments, but Zdenka was hard pressed to stay where he was on the price. Before the two knew what was happening, or before they could go any further than the passionate kiss they shared, the two had been purchased proper. A sharp whistle sounded while the green crayon floated back up into place, and a large bird like entity snatched the cage from the ground and lifted it with two beats of its wings. The balance that Desman had while romanticizing the woman he was with faltered and they both fell against the back of the cage while their box rocked in the air. He held her protectively without a second thought as they traveled through a large dark tunnel system.
At the end of the ride they were dropped relatively roughly, but all in all, it left the two just a bit jarred. They had a split second of relief before a large figure rolled them into another room. This one looked like an old amphitheater, rounded and directed towards a stage. Currently, a scrawny satyr was being auctioned off. He bleated in protest, but the horror that stood at the center of the stage continued to ramble off numbers.
This demon stood clear over the majority of people, he was even taller than the tallest figure either Desman or Ash have seen recently - Dust. The horns were a series of small branches sprouting out of the figure’s head. He was mostly humanoid, except his face looked as if it was - at one point - put through a painful burning and melting process. This didn’t stop him from speaking faster than anything Ash could manage. Even with the most jagged and yellowed teeth that made up his misshapen jaw. His thick fingers that end in black crooked claws pointed to each bidder who flagged his or her desires for the satyr.
In the seats were only a handful of people, some even rose to leave thinking they’ve seen everything the new batch of slaves had to offer. A muscular male body with the skull of a goat proportioned for his body stood out the most, his blackened skinned and his height rivaled the speed talker, but he made no bid on the satyr.
In fact, the ones that fought the hardest for the little thing was female. A mostly human looking woman stood proudly and tall in the seats, her hand around her staff made of bones and wood, her outfit bones and leather, and a tail long with a hammer tip that was also spiked. From the stage, one could see her oddly shaped ‘dinosaur’ legs, with ancient, rough, grey, wrinkly ‘skin’. Her breast was modest while still on display, the cloak showing off her exposed cleavage. She cowl of the cloak came over her eyes, and it was implied she was blind but she continued to instruct a lesser figure to keep bidding on the satyr.
Another female looked closely like a cousin to Ash. Her dark black hair hung in a straight cut that reached past her shoulders. She had thick dragon-like horns that sprout straight up like tall rabbit ears, only with a slight curve in the middle of them. Her dark makeup and full lashes made it hard to miss her brilliant violet eyes that stare darkly at the goat man. She was dressing in something lolita and modern, her skin was pale white, only making her dark crimson lips seem darker.
The third female of note was one of pale green skin, moss-colored aura that visibly lingered around her. She wore a headpiece that resembled horns, but not as tall or sharp as the girl in black. She wore less clothing, just a chest piece that covered her tits, and a bikini bottom that matched, fabric creating a thick set of skirts to hide whatever legs she might have. On her arms, she wore gauntlets that resembled claws. If she were not oddly colored and had the same blind looking eyes as many have in this place, she might be seen as a poser.
Another figure of note but was not bidding, was a creature that looked like pure magma but magma that had a defined shape. And that shape was very bug-like.
Lastly was a bored-looking man in the corner where he could keep watching for something - if anything - interesting that came around. He carried a cigar between his thick fingers, smoke drifted up off the lit end while he stared out of dark eyes past the rim of his fedora. A main of curly black hair cascaded over his broad shoulders and tailored suit. His horns went straight up but were angled so his hat was not disturbed or broken. He was dark and attractive, and in the business for fresh slaves since his were blood splatters in the arena.
The satyr was finally won by the woman with the spiked tail and she left, satisfied with her victory. The other females left out of frustration, and all that was left were a handful of spectators. This didn’t stop the auction in the least. A moving shadow almost appeared out of thin air beside the cage that housed the two, he looked in with a giggle, and then reached through the bars and snagged Ash by the throat. His shadow tendrils seeped into her wounds and brought pain with them, which brought a barely suppressed moan and some color to her cheeks. “Come, come. Your turn.” He said, then pulled her out of the cage with some force.
When Desman tried to chase after her he was met with the iron gate against his chest instead. He reached out for her, but only barely grazed her tail before she was being lead on stage. He watched from the side of the stage as his friend was dragged to the center and then tossed down onto a circle that glowed brightly, the spell or whatever magic locking her in the circle. As if she were an actual demoness who was summoned by some wizard.
She stood up and approached the edge of the circle, putting her hand out and finding that there was a wall. It was magic. Old magic, she gave the circle a hefty slam with her fists and then a kick, but found no break in it. She decided to just sit down in the center and wait, no use in spending what she had on a wall.
The shadow handed the auctioneer a scrap of parchment, then skittered off. He was a child-sized shadow, so he escaped rather quickly. Meanwhile, the grotesque figure read the message before placing the piece down and pointing to the new slave. “Ladies and Gents, our next specimen for sale is a young adult female prime. Perfect for battle or personal entertainment, as you can see she is already dressed for either part. Zdenka has set her starting bid for 12,000 gold pieces and would like to inform you that she comes with accessories.” A few reacted to this with jaws dropping, including the man in the fedora who almost lost his cigar. No one expected as much, and no one could ask the questions they desperately wanted. With that, the Auctioneer hits his hammer against the podium and starts the bid.
At first, only one person lifted their hand, then as the time limit began to whittle down, another brushed the air if only to reset the timer. Several people were visibly stunned by the idea of a slave starting out so much, no one knew what to do with it. Eventually, people became hesitant to bid, and when it looked like it she would go to someone who wasn’t really sure they wanted her, [owner man] finally lifted his thick hand while in the shadows. No one but the speedy tongue demon saw him, and a bit of relief was felt through the whole place now that she was someone else’s responsibility.
“Sold!” He announced with another bang on his desk. “13,300 gold pieces.” Then he pointed to his merchandise and the circle flares up before ghostly chains wrap around Ash and bind her once more. When it was safe, another small demon figure comes to fetch her. She struggled with as much energy as she could spare, which wasn’t a lot thanks to the cuffs Top Hat had put her in. She vanished from Desman’s sight entirely. He felt panic rise in his throat once more before he felt the shadow’s hand around his thick neck.
Desman was next, he was dragged up the stage just the same, weakly fighting it before he was thrown into the circle all the same. The child giggled once more and passed the note.
“Next we have another Prime, young adult male. Suggested for Battle, or labor.” The antler demon said, looking up. “We’ll start the bid at 200 gold pieces.” He said, then hit his gavel on the podium. Again the crowd was a bit at a loss for what to do. The hands came up regularly until the bids reached 450 and then it became a waiting game. It was confusing in contrast to the girl before him, primes were excellent for fighting because if they die they just come back to life. You just have to go hunt them down. It would seem a lot of people liked the idea of a prime slave but weren’t dedicated to it. At the last minute, another bid by the hardly seen man was made, and Desman was snatched off the floor for a whole 500 gold pieces. “Sold.” He announced, then hit the hammer down again as if to make it final. Desman was treated the same way as Ash, spectral chains wrap around him as if the spell was binding him to his new master. He struggled as best he could, but under the same weakening effect as the cuffs he found himself.
With a foggy mind, feeling like what he’d assume being drugged would feel like, Desman rolled over and stared at the strobe ceiling he had found himself under. It took a long time for any processable thoughts to come to the human's mind but even that was just complaining. Too wet, too cold, too dusty, too quiet.
It was the last one that got his brain into gear! Why was there no sound? It was because there were no people. No people meant… Des shot up, an internal panic making his heart race as he looked around his imprisonment for any trace of Ash.
That’s when Ash’s stomach had had enough of this sickness feeling, she’d shared his assumed drugged feeling and it was not settling very well. There was some rustling of moldy hay as she rolled over and crawled away from her bed corner and towards the bars at random. She barely stuck her head into the bars before spewing the mostly liquefied contents of her stomach onto the dirty stain covered floors.
The noise in sudden silence alarmed the distressed man, but once he looked over to see the familiar woman curled up and head bent down as she threw up he felt both relief and sadness.
“Ash.” He came to the edge of his cage but even if he reached through the bars he wouldn’t be able to touch her. He wished he could at least hold her hair back for her, it was a mess and covered her face like a classic horror monster from a well. His body sank, physically weak from the relief he had of at least having her near. “Thank goodness, I thought I’d never see you again.”
She hurled again, making it hard to know if his words were even getting through - or if they were even meant for her ears. She gripped the bars gently and groaned the same way anyone would if they’d just hacked up a partially digested meal.
“Don’t worry about that kind of stuff, Des.” She said, reaching up and touching her sweaty forehead. She felt like the first time she’d drank, back when she was only 15 and new to alcohol. She couldn’t see any vomit in her hair, but couldn’t really care right now. She pushed the hair back to reveal the face he’d known for only a few days now. “I have an app that lets me find you.”
“That’s.. Kind of... Creepy.” He said plainly.
“It’s called ‘Vita Compass’. It stores your body’s signature so that I can use it to find you if you ever get lost.” She informed him, rubbing her chin free of the soup that was her vomit. “Or if you get separated from me in the pits of hell. I was using it when we were tracking Jak back in Coruscant. Remember when we had just met?” Has it really only been an about a week?
“Weeks? By my accord, it's only been a few days.” He said matter-of-factly.
“Has it? I haven’t really been paying attention. Someone kept me in his bed for most of it.” Ash smirked, despite the situation she was able to tease him - which he most certainly could tell that she was talking about him.
Desman turned away from her, but she got the sense that he wore the biggest smile in the Underverse at that moment. Optionally he was hiding his face from her to not let her know how red his face could get in this form.
Ash couldn’t help but enjoy his reaction, laughing at it quietly.
He cleared his throat a bit forcefully before turning back to her, apparently regained his composure. “Well, either way, I think it's lucky that we wound up in the same place.”
“Luck has nothing to do with it.” A voice interrupted their conversation, the waft of cigar smoke assaults their noses. Then came the calm and cool steps of a heavy set man. He was shorter than most males, slightly shorter than Desman’s full standing height. On his shoulder was the hilted sword of her Ultramarine boyfriend, in his free hand Red Devil’s Quil. “It’s called strategy, Zdenka knew what he was doing when he priced the girl. He put the cigar in his mouth and puffed at it for a moment, staring at the bruised colored demoness he bought. “Problem is, I don’t think he was trying to psych people out with that, I’m afraid I just spent a shit ton of money on a glorified sex doll.”
Ash had a split second to decide how to react to that. She could play the victim, or play up the sex. She wiped the vomit off the corner of her mouth with her arm and nodded at the blade, throwing the other options out the window. “Give me that dagger and I’ll show you my kind of glory hole.”
The stranger gave a smirk. “There it is, that’s what I paid for. Sass.” He informed, moving over towards her and looking her over. She could just make out the reds over his irises in the blackness that was the rest of his eyes. She felt them run over her briefly, then he did it again, but more slowly this time. “You were recently heavily wounded, he reached in with the hand he held the cigar in and grabbed the lapel of her jacket on the left side. His fat fingers grip it and pull it aside so he can look at her wounds. “Gunshot wounds?” He questioned, but she didn’t answer. “Look like slugs or bigger.” He said to himself thoughtfully, inspecting it a bit more.
He followed the line of her shirt down into her now visible cleavage. His eyes lingered on her chest a bit, then his hand followed. He waited for her to pull away in disgust, but she remained as still as a statue. Except the quick of her head when she realized what he was doing. He slipped his finger into her shirt and pulled it back to look inside her shirt, getting distracted from her modest chest size by the nasty wound right through her heart.
He let the tight shirt snap back into place before he brought the cigar back to his lips and huffed at it in though. “I’ll have to take a better look at you when you’re completely healed, but I guess since you're still kicked after a shot to the heart you will do.” He then turned to his other slave. Desman hadn’t had a clear view of what he’d been doing, but inspection captured the action pretty well. “Your file says you specialize in energy weapons.” He glanced the guy over, now that he’s shirtless his new master could see that he wasn’t damaged all that badly. “We’ll start with you.” He turned back around, the girl hasn’t moved an inch. He then starts to walk away. “See you in the morning, Human.”
“I sorta came here to-” He grunted as she yanked the dagger out. He would have cried out louder if he wasn’t aware of the dangers around them. He let out a pained sigh. “..To help you out.”
“Well, that was silly of you..” With the anchor point in his body released, she swings back into her dangling position, casually having a conversation while she was upside down made it clear she was comfortable in this position - about as comfortable as if she were standing upright and in front of him. Her tail wrapped around his wrist but didn’t really provide any support. She used her core muscles to adjust so she could look him in the face, using the surprisingly clean knife as a tool for the conversation now, waving it about as she would her hand. “I’m not in any danger that I can’t handle.” She thought she proved that well with their little scrap.
Staring down at her skeptically, he raised a question: “Why do you think I was carrying your half-conscious body around for?”
The pierced brow on one side, the one with three rings, rose at his sass. She kind of liked it though. Outwardly, she was as neutral to him as ever. “Well given how we just respawn after death, I don’t really see what the big deal is about.” She retorted.
“They… They weren’t trying to kill you…”
Ash looked unafraid, unfazed. “Who? The Marine? I’m pretty sure he was. He shot and stabbed me after all.”
He became more aware of the dried blood all over her arm, back, stomach, and soaked through her skirt. “To be honest I didn’t even know who the fuck sent you down here. I was referring to the pair of demons that were trying to kidnap and..” Desman gulped as he didn’t really want to think about it. “R-Rape you.”
The demoness whose ankle he still held in his hand quirked her head at this. It was nothing what he expected, surely. Rape was a serious accusation, and the topic generally made females squeamish and nervous, disgusted even. However, if he knew anything about this woman right here, it was that she wasn’t like normal females. “Were they at least attractive?”
At that point, something clattered to the ground from on high. Or maybe it was just in his head as she didn’t even flinch.
“Did you hear that?” The taller man asked, more than willing to change the subject at this point.
Ash looked around as if trying to figure out if he was crazy or just didn’t want to talk about it. “I mean, we are- Correction. You are standing in the middle of a street, holding a demon by the toe. We probably are a sight to see on our own.” Was her impassiveness endearing or frustrating? “Maybe it’s the two demons you were talking about.” She didn’t sound like she believed his story.
“True... But in a place like this... “ Desman’s mind flashed back to the number of vile and disgusting creatures that he’s seen in the past week alone. “...It probably wouldn’t hurt to be careful.”
The ‘place’ hadn’t escaped her observation skills. It looked like a place of nightmares, or your stereotypical nightmare with the twisted dangerous buildings and the crimson sky. She kind of liked it actually. “I don’t even know where this place is. I thought I already saw the lowest tier in Coruscant.”
“We’re... We’re not in Coruscant. This is someplace called the Underverse, from what little pieces of information I could get from Jak and my own experiences, this place basically seems to be the Omniverse’s ‘hell’.”
Again, if he expected her to react in a specific way, it wasn’t the way she was going to react. She twisted to look at him, as if she would be shocked but brought instead a smile on her face. “You think we will get to see Diablo then?” She said cheerily. The Underverse had been something she was studying in that tiny dust filled library with Jaixe, and now that she remembered that it clicked what the marine had done to her. She’d been banished!
“Di-ablo?” Desman was starting to regret not getting more details before he banished himself here.
“Yeah. Master of chaos, reason why the underverse even exists?” Ash informed, badly. “They say he rules this land and waits until he can rise again to terrorize the rest of the verses.” She casually said, letting her core rest by dangling in his grip. “I did some digging in a library with a ‘colleague’. I’d have to find it all again.”
There was another sound, like wings beating above them. If he looked up, he wouldn’t see anything, but he’d get the strangest feeling of being watched. Desman was starting to get a real dislike for this place, it had been gnawing at the back of his mind for a while. All this stuff happening all at once has finally put this place on the ‘never return’ list. “Are you sure we shouldn’t be at least a little bit on guard?”
“Hm?” Ash looks back up at him, tightening her core to do so. “I mean.. It is hell. If we were in any real life-threatening danger I’d notice.” She released her core, feeling like she was doing upside down crunches which were actually exhausting with the pain in her stomach. She relented to the struggle. “That said... You are the one that’s standing in the middle of the road.”
It was at this point that they heard something large landing on a nearby gate, the iron groaning at its weight. Desman stiffened and looked down at his captive as if she’d be able to tell him how much shit they were in. “Here is where you’ve gone.” Hissed the spine demon from behind the human. “I was afraid we’d lost you…” He chuckled.
Before Desman could ask about the meaning of ‘we’ the stout man with charcoal skin walked into his view and carrying a set of chains. “Da slava’s will know what to do wit’ da two of 'em.” His voice was heavy and thick, and menacing. But also gleeful. The human male swallowed so hard all three demons could hear him. Luckily for him, Ash has yet to look her quickness in thoughts or how convincing her lies can be.
“Slavers!?” Ash sounded confused, and mildly outraged. She turned like it was the most natural thing to still be upside down. Her longer black hair almost touched the ground. She pointed her blade at the dwarf looking thing with chains. “I will have you know that this man is my bitch and I will not have you shit-stains karting him off like some mutt off the street.” It was about the nicest thing he might ever hear her say about him.
Desman, despite being shocked and a little annoyed, kept his mouth closed, hoping she knew what she was doing.
“Yours, you say?” The spine demon hissed in disbelief.
The hanging demoness turned to face the other one as best she could without her control. She puffed out her chest to look bigger than she was. “Mine!” She commanded. “Why else would he have the balls to hold me like this?”
“Seems a bit informal, says I.” The stout one adds, pointing out the obvious wrongness.
She swung towards him again. “Do I fucking tell you how to fucking handle your humans? Piss off!!”
The spine-covered creature comes closer, to talk to the storm demon. “If he really is your property, then prove it. Where is his mark of servitude?”
“Of for fuck’s sake!” She lifted herself with some support from his arm this time to grab the scarf and pull on it to show off his bluish-purple markings on his face, smeared in places and running in others because of the sweat. “Where, honestly! It’s right on his face!” She made a show that she was insulted. “What about you? Who do you fucking belong to? Can’t be anyone important or else you’d have more manners! I should march right to them and tell them to whip you for 40 nights straight!”
“Who did ya hear from dat we be slaves, lass?” The shorter one said, but it was a test, unbeknownst to Ash. Their mark was on their back. That didn’t stop her from bullshitting.
“If you aren’t a couple of undisciplined disrespectful pieces of dog shi-.”
“Tell us, lass. If yer so high up on da food chain, what were you doing face down in da gutter?” The thick accent accused her.
Ash hesitated but held his stare so it just seemed like she was really pissed off that he would imply anything negative. Her mind worked hard to come up with an excuse. She turned to her ‘slave’. “These the two fuck heads who were going to ‘rape’ me?” She asked, looking for extra time. She pointed her blade at the lankier of the two. “Whip it out big man, better have fucking spines, too.”
He was taken aback, looked over at his dark-skinned companion who didn't believe his ears either.
Ash looked over. “Then you are the alpha male? What of it? You just want to get laid, yeah? We can make this quick, I’ll take you both right in there.” She hiked her thumb towards a random alley. “In and out. My slave will watch for anyone coming.” She then paused when the stout man looked at Desman. “What? You want him to join?” She pointed the dagger at him this time. “I’m free but he’ll cost you. His goods are too good to waste on the likes of you.”
Desman turned as red as he used to be, only it's his face and not his whole body but.
They both looked at each other, at the same time the two demonic citizens of the Underverse nodded and said one word. “Succubus.”
Ash rolled her eyes. It's almost like no one knew how to just enjoy life. Like a woman who enjoyed sex was either a whore or a slut, and if she looked a little bit demonic she was automatically a mythical creature that fed on semen… She withheld the frustrated sigh. She felt as though the two were convinced she belonged here.
“How much for the boy.” The spine demon growled from his throat.
Ash had no way of knowing how people of the Underverse bartered, what their money looked like, or how much was just too much for them. As entertaining as it sounded, The Storm Demon did not actually want them to fuck Desman. “Fifteen,” she said, letting them fill in the blanks.
“Fifteen what?” The spine demon seemed curious.
But to her displeasure, they did not fill her in on with anything. She glanced at Desman who was at a loss for what to say. Perhaps he was shocked that she was negotiating a price. “Fifteen million Nuyen,” She said, the only money she knew. She was hoping it sounded exotic enough to impress them into asking her how much that was in their currency.
Instead, it damned them both.
The bony demon grabbed the adult human male with such force and swiftness that Desman barely had the opportunity to think. He dropped Ash without a chance to fix his mistake, as well as her blade. She fell into the arms of the shorter demons, her blade free of her hand. While he struggled against the thing behind him who has put him in a head and shoulder lock, Ash jams the heel of her hand into the bearded dwarven jaw. The short humanoid grunts before headbutting Ash with such force her ebony horns bend to the man’s will and add a sharp force to his attack. She cried out in pain, which did not end in its usual moan. Then she was dropped casually onto the cobblestones where his heavy foot kicked and kicked and kicked some more. Her ribs burned and her head spun.
“Ash!” Desman cried out, his fight getting desperate and looked more like a struggle to help her. The man who’d kicked the fight out of the demoness came over and gave Desman a solid punch in the gut. He felt himself try to hurl but managed to swallow it down before tears welled up in his face. He glanced over with amber eyes at the stone colored man, who just bunched him as hard as he could along the jaw. The crack of knuckles against jaw could be heard, and the spine demon let out an ‘oooo’. Desman’s felt dizzy and heard the high pitched ringing in his ears, but it did so little to keep him from blacking out.
“Should we finish what we started?” The spine demon nodded at the woman on the ground who was still conscious.
“Nah. I think she a bit too eager for my taste.” He said, setting the chains in place on the guy’s neck, wrists, ankles, and waist. “Have at da lass if you want. I’ll keep Jr. here on his leash.”
The mold colored figure eyed the demoness who was rolling weakly against the stone like he really wanted to. Feeling like he’d be judged otherwise he snarled. “Nah. I’ll pass. Pick her up, let’s see what Maffucci will give us.” He instructed, then lugged the man over his shoulders.
Maffucci was a man of length but no substance. He looked like a jelly bean on a pair of toothpicks sporting a top hat, high collared cape, spats, waving a polished top-brass cane that was far too small for him, and the tiniest glasses that covered his even tinier eyes. Horns poked out of his head and supported the pristine hat, tusks protruded from his large lower lip, and whose gender was defined simply by the bow tie that anchored the cape around his neck, and his very masculine voice. Other than the accessories of a gentleman, he was naked and covered in smooth green skin.
Ash was forced down on her knees in front of him, her head still spinning and ached horribly. She has been bound by the second pair of enslavement chains and a sickly yellow color could already be seen throughout her already bruised colored face. She glared up at him defiantly, her hair now a messy black halo around her face, strands even falling over the rim of her horns. She looked like a disheveled mess.
“Trashy..” Top Hat said, smugly. She spat a blue dyed luggie at his spats. “Does she bite, too?”
“Only if you are into that.” Ash sneered.
“Charming.” Top Hat replied, then brought his cane up under her jaw to take a quick look at her. “Are we returning a slave?” He asked, but it wasn’t for her.
“No sir found these two on the streets. Think they were freshly banished. Be a shame to not put them in their place.” The mold colored demon spoke, dropping Desman on the road next to Ash. The human grunted and looked past his lashes to see Ash, with her safety, confirmed he let himself slip back into the darkness. “Bet she’s a Prime, he may be her secondary.”
“Prime?” Top Hat sounded interested now, but if that was for show or the slip of the tongue it was hard to tell. He stared at her for what was a really long time, the two of them understood each other a bit more at that point. He removed his cane from her jaw to tuck it under his elbow and then he snapped his clawed fingers. A hulking beastly man with eight muscular arms stepped up, he was all muscles and white fur. He looked like he lacked a mouth, but his eyes were black and featureless.
He also lacked compassion and care as he picked her up with ease, stripped her of the chains and then put her in a gold set of cuffs on her that glowed when they closed. Ash - who was used to a constant flow of magic inside of her - felt the cuffs binding her spirit as well as body. She didn’t like the feeling. “Special cuffs for Primes?” She asked, curiously.
“Perceptive.” Top Hat said, then nodded for the big guy to grab her ‘secondary’. “Those only glow when they are on a Prime.” He explained, then clapped his hands for another servant of his to appear in front of the two demons. She was small and mousy, she didn’t look up as she presented a trey. It had on it enough gold to make them forget about everything. “Don’t spend it all in one place, boys.” He mocked them, they took it and left in a hurry. He then turned to his property. “Put her and the guy in the same box. Take these weapons too, in case we have a couple of fighters.”
And he did. In a cloth covered wagon, which was partially uncovered, stacked several cages of different sizes and shapes. One of the bigger ones was open and the unconscious man was tossed in first, then Ash was thrown like a child into it too. She landed on Desman with a grunt, but before she could do anything to retaliate, he almost shut the door on her tail. She glared at him, but the monster walked away without a word.
Ash stared until she couldn’t see him anymore, and then let her head roll back, exhausted and mentally drained. She felt Desman adjust, naturally or subconsciously he rolled to support her and lifted his heavy arm to wrap around her waist. She glanced over, but his eyes were closed. She sighed, rolled over to stay in his grip, but folded her arms onto his shoulders and laid her head down.
Just a moment for rest…
Hours later, Desman woke up to the rattling of wood and metal. He would reach up to rub his eyes, but something heavy and warm stopped him. The human male looked over to find Ash slumped over him with her sleeping face not much further than his shoulder. He found his arms hooked around her, holding her gently like a couple of lovers might do, like he didn’t want her to leave his side at all. This brought heat to his embarrassed face, but he could not unravel from her as easily as he presumed he could.
He instead tried to shake her gently awake, giving her a squeeze here and a nudge there. She must have been terribly tired because she did not stir until he applied a little more force. “Ash.” He urged quietly, “Ash, wake up.”
Ash could hear him but desperately wanted to sleep a little longer. Since it was Desman, she felt she could do just about anything. She let her weight slide across his topless body until they were mostly skin against skin from the lack of clothing, looping her cuffed hands over his head. If she didn’t have her eyes closed she might look like she was trying to dance with him. Her legs entangle themselves with his, keeping the space between them as non-existing as possible. She laid her head down on her own arm, but she was close enough to kiss.
“Ash..” He tried to argue, looking down at her slightly turned face, his own on fire as he looked down at her lips unintentionally. He thoughtlessly thought about kissing her before coming back to his senses. He reached up and touched his chained hand against her exposed rib-cage, his heartbeat racing a mile a minute even before he realized how intimate this could be seen. Giving her a little nudge he tried to rouse her again. “Ash... Wake up.”
She groaned, a little louder than maybe she intended, and tried to cling to sleep a while longer. Then she felt his hand and relented. “What..?” She asked, still with her eyes closed, unaware that he was staring at her darker blueish-purple lips.
“What’s happened?” He dove right into it, hoping to keep her awake with his questions. “Where are we?” Then he thought about the demons, and the deals she was trying to make. “They... They didn’t hurt you, did they?” Referring to the demons.
It took her a long time to reply, so long that Desman wondered if she’d fallen asleep again. “We’ve been sold into slavery..” She mumbled, cupping her hand across the back of his skull and petting his crimson-colored hair absentmindedly. “They know I am a prime, but they think you are a secondary of mine. At least the two that sold us to Top Hat did. Top Hat might have us figured out.” Her tail flicked lazily. “I don’t think I could imagine up someone that was so attractive but still such a dork.” She added but made no effort to apologize for being so blunt.
Honestly, he liked her style of talking most of the time, and the compliment did not go unnoticed. “Who is this ‘Top Hat’?”
“Some green guy wearing a top hat and twirling a cane, he doesn’t matter.” At this, she opened one lid to look at him with the mysterious eyeless blank whites in her skull. “He’s a businessman, the middle guy. He’ll sell us to whoever wants us.”
Desman smiled his sweet and innocent smile, the one that said he had a plan. “Unless we escape.” He said, then tried to untangle himself from her, starting by lifting her arms off his shoulders and finding them bound, she pulled away the rest of her, feeling a little chilly without his body heat to keep her warm. He stopped when he saw the gold glowing cuffs and began to examine them. “We’ll start with these, okay?” He suggested and then began to summon some lock picking tools.
A few moments later she was trying to convince herself to hold still for him. It would have been better if she had just about anything to keep her mind occupied she’d have been a better patient. If he’d just straddle her or something, that would work, too. As it was, she was just laying there with no strength to keep them raised for him to pick it.
When she heard him curse quietly to himself she finally let her arms fall out of her view of him and just gave him a look that made him want to explain himself. “It’s rather hard to do this all bound up myself.” He said sheepishly, then turned the instruments inwardly to try to unlock himself.
She looked as bored as she did while he was working on her’s, then glanced over when she noticed the silence around them. The ambiance of a carriage over cobblestones was still there, but the whispering of the rest of the slaves was cut clear out. She sat up from her sitting position to glance over at her right. Apparently, her mere appearance has startled many of the slaves, including a rose-colored harpy girl. This didn’t faze Ash because this was the reaction she was most used to when appearing to people outside her dance club.
The harpy girl looked pale, but that might have just been the shade her feathers were naturally. She fell back in her fight and hugged her chest with fear. Ash wondered what she would even be good for as a slave, and had they known that was her thoughts they might have been more afraid of her.
“Can you hold this one?” Desman requested, pointing with his nose which one he meant. She sighed and turned to help, doubting he could really accomplish what he’s claimed was possible since he hasn’t yet done it. “Just hold it still right there.” He instructed, then began to fiddle with his half.
Ash watched, painfully aware of his error but unable to decide if she’d rather him find it himself or to tell him. After the fifth try she finally grabbed his instrument and with def hands she had him unchained within moments. He was thankful but amazed, then she handed them to him. He dumbly offered to take care of her cuffs, but she declined. “Get the door, we can undo these later.”
He nodded and then tried to get around her to the door. They unintentionally mirrored each other a few times before he politely excused himself and then tried to push past her. Had the demoness had anywhere else to go this would be all fine and dandy, but as it was his knee found her tail and she was struck with a pain she couldn’t describe. She jerked with so much force though that he lost his balance and fell onto her, between her legs like the first time he attempted to save her. Only this time it wasn’t a vibration against her crotch she felt, but his very nice hips and pelvic bone. She was distracted from that by his weight on top of her chest, and his hot breath directly on her exposed shoulder.
It was he that reacted firstly, realizing his mistake and his position, the red-faced male lifted himself up off her in a push-up and then stared down at her with a slight panic in his heart. She remained still for a moment, her skirt lifted and showing off where his jeans met her panties and her jacket creeping off her shoulders. Her hair was a bouquet of black roses around her head, and her position suggested he literally threw himself at her. It was embarrassing, yes, but it was far more arousing to the well-developed man and he found it impossible to move at the risk of making the situation firmly worse. She remained motionless as well, except the natural breath that heaved her chest and the silver whistle around her neck into the air.
Silence followed.
“I guess I can’t call you a vibrator anymore…” Ash said, gently breaking the silence with a soft voice that he could hear the moan on the edge of. “Can you reach it, or should we try a different position? I don’t have a karma-sutra on me but we can just use our imagination.”
Desman tensed up, knowing that ‘a karma-sutra’ had to be sexual based off context, but between the distraction of their compromising position and the importance of trying to escape he would have to put it on the list of questions to ask later. Meanwhile, he was having a hard time tearing his eyes away from her underwear in plain view, but he tried hard to act like he was not staring.
When he didn’t respond right away, Ash planted her feet on the floor of the cage to lift her hips up and into his. She knew full well what she was doing, grinning to herself while he suppressed his voice just enough that his surprised moan wouldn’t alert anyone to their actions. He looked helpless as he trained his eyes back on her and not her panty-clad hips. “If they aren’t to your liking, Desman, I can summon up a sexier pair later.” She teased, still rubbing up against him. “But for now, maybe you should focus on the door?” She added, knowing she was more distracting now.
His face could compete with his hair for the brightest color. He swallowed the lump that’s formed in his throat and pushes himself forward despite the position so that he could reach the outer lock with only a bit difficulty. Ash stopped grinding into him so that he could work, but her cuffed hands come up to his chest and feel him up shamelessly while he did.
Or attempted to.
The Harpy has been watching them like a … well, a hawk. The rose-colored feathers were a bit on end now, bristled to the point of looking part chicken instead of whatever pink bird she was. When he reached out she began to panic and started to squawk at him. Desman was confused and tried to hush her, but as much as he tried she wouldn’t relent. Ash spurred him to just get the door open before they were found, and he followed. At this, she began to claw at his hands with her taloned feet. She’d dig them in and flap her wings to try to inflict more damage. The next few minutes were a mixture of razor-sharp talons, a struggle to unlock the cage, squawking, fighting her off which jerked his whole body, and under him some short excited noises from the sex demon who was not complaining one bit about the other Prime molesting her in the form of them grinding against each other.
No one noticed the wagon coming to a complete stop, or the shadow of Top Hat coming closer, grabbing the cloth that covered it, and then ripping it open to reveal the three of them completely in their actions. In fact, the three didn’t outright see him at all for a few moments. Not until he grabbed the harpy with his claws and wrench her away from the bleeding human did Desman look up. He swallowed hard. The green fingers snatch the picking tools and then snap for his eight-armed slave to wrench out the large cage and toss it to the ground haphazardly. If there hadn’t been two layers of clothing stopping them, Ash would have enjoyed the rough treatment all the more.
As it were, the man dropped the cage and yanked her entertainment right out of the cage and then slammed it shut in her face. She watched as the human was spun around in the air and stripped of his tools, the scarf, the scraps of his shirt, and the jacket. When he was down to his pants, which he was probably lucky to keep, a pair of gold cuffs snap into place on his wrists so fast he couldn't even object. A second later, they began to glow.
By this time, Top Hat was done putting the frantic harpy back into her place. He came in close as Des was being shoved back into the cage, “Ah, so he is a Prime as well.” He shook his head and clicked his tongue, looking at Ash as he did. “And you didn’t say a word... Shame on you.”
“Bite me,” Ash responded, not having the energy or the sleep to come up with anything more creative.
Top Hat smirked, he ran the brass handle of his cane across the bars. “Such a pity an attractive thing like you had to be sold, you know if you are a good girl you can come work for me for the rest of eternity. Be a shame to have the gladiator guards break you into pieces.” He purposed, giving her a way out. Best deal she’d ever make.
She Desman had been practically pushed on top of her, but in a less desirable way from before. Now they were just a tangle of the two bodies. She didn’t mind that normally, but it made responding to things like this difficult. She responded by pulling her hands-free and flipping him off with both of them. He didn’t seem offended and it almost felt lazy, but you can only say ‘bite me’ and ‘fuck off’ so many times before it gets boring.
“Very well…” Top Hat sounded a little upset if only because he had hoped she wasn’t the stubborn type. But honestly, he’d prefer submissive and smark slaves. She would be a handful until her mind was mush. He snapped, and the man with the many arms threw them back on the wagon, and they were on their way once more.
In Central Hellscape
“Next.” Zdenka was mostly just one big eyeball. A bright yellow iris with a dark red pupil, a blinking lid, and some tendrils that wiggled under them as if giving their body the ability to hover while at the same time dripping a mystery yellow liquid into the solid oak stool that was below them. On the writing desk in front of Zdenka was a big binder of papers and floating about it were pens, pencils, charcoal, and a single green crayon. They all spun at different speeds, waiting to be used for the book-keeping.
Maffucci - Top Hat - approached and bowed respectfully before twirling his cane at the caged Primes. “I have two Primes I picked up in The City of Dis, they lack any formal training and I can only assume are new to the area, in need of a good home if you will.” He props himself on the writing desk. “They were apparently found with some weapons, and I will provide them, but it implies the two know how to at least fight with blades.” Then he stood up in a very showy manly type. “One adult male human, and one pubescent female… Demoness”
Ash rolled her eyes. “I’m 25, jackass.”
Top Hat sighed and corrected himself. “One adult female demoness.” He turned back to Zdenka. “Who - by the way - is a handful and I recommend sending her straight to the breaking-box.”
“Noted.” The voice sounded like a mixture of both male and female, and neither. It was slow but deliberate which hit the mind first, then the ears. “What kind of weapons?”
“A dagger and a longsword were presented to me with them, who fights with what I am not sure.” Top Hat is quick to reply, promptly and as informative as he can be.
The eyeball looks at the cage, then begins to glow an eerie yellow glow. “She appears to be the rogue type, lots of speed and talent, but hopelessly weak. She specializes in hiding and saving her own skin. Electricity.” The green crayon stopped in flight at random and lowered against the paper, taking notes. “He seems to be no better, but can fight in close range or further away if need be. His specialty is weaponized energy.” The eye’s glow fades. “I’ll give you 3,000 for him, and 300 for the girl.”
“WHAT!?” Came Desman’s voice, perhaps even before he knew what was transpiring. How in the Underverse did he rank so high in the so much higher than Ash? He tried to come up with a calculated reason why they would pay so little for a rogue type over him. He was ignored.
Maffucci paused, he knew better to argue with the demon though.. “If I may... I did have to use the special cuffs.”
“You will get them back, in fact, take them now. They will need the use of their powers where they are going.”
Top Hat frowned a bit but snapped at his pet who reached in and removed the cuffs of the two primes.
“Now.. See here.” Desman said, taking up the floor on his own, surprising several people. He allowed his cuffs to be removed but demanded the attention of the eyeball guy. “I’d like to know just why exactly you price me so much higher than my companion here when she is clearly the more skilled type.” His words were like pebbles in a river and were doing very little, if anything, to stop what was happening around them. Ash was a smidge insulted by this pricing as well but remained silent because it often was more fruitful. She was all about saying unexpecting things at unexpected times, so she felt no reason to stop Desman until both demons were giving him the death glare. She touched his shoulder. When he glanced her way she silently put her finger against her lips. This did very little to stop him. “Non-sense. I demand to kno-mph!”
Ash decided that if he was going to survive she would have to help him, pressing her mouth firmly onto his at a slight angle so that no breath could escape without some force but the sound of his words catching in his throat could be heard still. He had no idea how to react to her, other than kissing her back. His arms wrap around her, his hand supporting her head while he tilts her back just enough for her raven colored hair to fall off her shoulder. So naturally, did he forget what he was saying in the favor of realizing this would be their first kiss since his mysterious transformation - let alone the first physical one he could enjoy this much, the first of maybe many in the Underverse, or the omniverse in general. His other hand slipped past her lower back, touching the curve of her body without being aware of what he was doing.
Maffucci tried to take the opportunity to get a little extra for the demoness based on Desman’s comments, but Zdenka was hard pressed to stay where he was on the price. Before the two knew what was happening, or before they could go any further than the passionate kiss they shared, the two had been purchased proper. A sharp whistle sounded while the green crayon floated back up into place, and a large bird like entity snatched the cage from the ground and lifted it with two beats of its wings. The balance that Desman had while romanticizing the woman he was with faltered and they both fell against the back of the cage while their box rocked in the air. He held her protectively without a second thought as they traveled through a large dark tunnel system.
At the end of the ride they were dropped relatively roughly, but all in all, it left the two just a bit jarred. They had a split second of relief before a large figure rolled them into another room. This one looked like an old amphitheater, rounded and directed towards a stage. Currently, a scrawny satyr was being auctioned off. He bleated in protest, but the horror that stood at the center of the stage continued to ramble off numbers.
This demon stood clear over the majority of people, he was even taller than the tallest figure either Desman or Ash have seen recently - Dust. The horns were a series of small branches sprouting out of the figure’s head. He was mostly humanoid, except his face looked as if it was - at one point - put through a painful burning and melting process. This didn’t stop him from speaking faster than anything Ash could manage. Even with the most jagged and yellowed teeth that made up his misshapen jaw. His thick fingers that end in black crooked claws pointed to each bidder who flagged his or her desires for the satyr.
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In the seats were only a handful of people, some even rose to leave thinking they’ve seen everything the new batch of slaves had to offer. A muscular male body with the skull of a goat proportioned for his body stood out the most, his blackened skinned and his height rivaled the speed talker, but he made no bid on the satyr.
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In fact, the ones that fought the hardest for the little thing was female. A mostly human looking woman stood proudly and tall in the seats, her hand around her staff made of bones and wood, her outfit bones and leather, and a tail long with a hammer tip that was also spiked. From the stage, one could see her oddly shaped ‘dinosaur’ legs, with ancient, rough, grey, wrinkly ‘skin’. Her breast was modest while still on display, the cloak showing off her exposed cleavage. She cowl of the cloak came over her eyes, and it was implied she was blind but she continued to instruct a lesser figure to keep bidding on the satyr.
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Another female looked closely like a cousin to Ash. Her dark black hair hung in a straight cut that reached past her shoulders. She had thick dragon-like horns that sprout straight up like tall rabbit ears, only with a slight curve in the middle of them. Her dark makeup and full lashes made it hard to miss her brilliant violet eyes that stare darkly at the goat man. She was dressing in something lolita and modern, her skin was pale white, only making her dark crimson lips seem darker.
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The third female of note was one of pale green skin, moss-colored aura that visibly lingered around her. She wore a headpiece that resembled horns, but not as tall or sharp as the girl in black. She wore less clothing, just a chest piece that covered her tits, and a bikini bottom that matched, fabric creating a thick set of skirts to hide whatever legs she might have. On her arms, she wore gauntlets that resembled claws. If she were not oddly colored and had the same blind looking eyes as many have in this place, she might be seen as a poser.
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Another figure of note but was not bidding, was a creature that looked like pure magma but magma that had a defined shape. And that shape was very bug-like.
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Lastly was a bored-looking man in the corner where he could keep watching for something - if anything - interesting that came around. He carried a cigar between his thick fingers, smoke drifted up off the lit end while he stared out of dark eyes past the rim of his fedora. A main of curly black hair cascaded over his broad shoulders and tailored suit. His horns went straight up but were angled so his hat was not disturbed or broken. He was dark and attractive, and in the business for fresh slaves since his were blood splatters in the arena.
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The satyr was finally won by the woman with the spiked tail and she left, satisfied with her victory. The other females left out of frustration, and all that was left were a handful of spectators. This didn’t stop the auction in the least. A moving shadow almost appeared out of thin air beside the cage that housed the two, he looked in with a giggle, and then reached through the bars and snagged Ash by the throat. His shadow tendrils seeped into her wounds and brought pain with them, which brought a barely suppressed moan and some color to her cheeks. “Come, come. Your turn.” He said, then pulled her out of the cage with some force.
When Desman tried to chase after her he was met with the iron gate against his chest instead. He reached out for her, but only barely grazed her tail before she was being lead on stage. He watched from the side of the stage as his friend was dragged to the center and then tossed down onto a circle that glowed brightly, the spell or whatever magic locking her in the circle. As if she were an actual demoness who was summoned by some wizard.
She stood up and approached the edge of the circle, putting her hand out and finding that there was a wall. It was magic. Old magic, she gave the circle a hefty slam with her fists and then a kick, but found no break in it. She decided to just sit down in the center and wait, no use in spending what she had on a wall.
The shadow handed the auctioneer a scrap of parchment, then skittered off. He was a child-sized shadow, so he escaped rather quickly. Meanwhile, the grotesque figure read the message before placing the piece down and pointing to the new slave. “Ladies and Gents, our next specimen for sale is a young adult female prime. Perfect for battle or personal entertainment, as you can see she is already dressed for either part. Zdenka has set her starting bid for 12,000 gold pieces and would like to inform you that she comes with accessories.” A few reacted to this with jaws dropping, including the man in the fedora who almost lost his cigar. No one expected as much, and no one could ask the questions they desperately wanted. With that, the Auctioneer hits his hammer against the podium and starts the bid.
At first, only one person lifted their hand, then as the time limit began to whittle down, another brushed the air if only to reset the timer. Several people were visibly stunned by the idea of a slave starting out so much, no one knew what to do with it. Eventually, people became hesitant to bid, and when it looked like it she would go to someone who wasn’t really sure they wanted her, [owner man] finally lifted his thick hand while in the shadows. No one but the speedy tongue demon saw him, and a bit of relief was felt through the whole place now that she was someone else’s responsibility.
“Sold!” He announced with another bang on his desk. “13,300 gold pieces.” Then he pointed to his merchandise and the circle flares up before ghostly chains wrap around Ash and bind her once more. When it was safe, another small demon figure comes to fetch her. She struggled with as much energy as she could spare, which wasn’t a lot thanks to the cuffs Top Hat had put her in. She vanished from Desman’s sight entirely. He felt panic rise in his throat once more before he felt the shadow’s hand around his thick neck.
Desman was next, he was dragged up the stage just the same, weakly fighting it before he was thrown into the circle all the same. The child giggled once more and passed the note.
“Next we have another Prime, young adult male. Suggested for Battle, or labor.” The antler demon said, looking up. “We’ll start the bid at 200 gold pieces.” He said, then hit his gavel on the podium. Again the crowd was a bit at a loss for what to do. The hands came up regularly until the bids reached 450 and then it became a waiting game. It was confusing in contrast to the girl before him, primes were excellent for fighting because if they die they just come back to life. You just have to go hunt them down. It would seem a lot of people liked the idea of a prime slave but weren’t dedicated to it. At the last minute, another bid by the hardly seen man was made, and Desman was snatched off the floor for a whole 500 gold pieces. “Sold.” He announced, then hit the hammer down again as if to make it final. Desman was treated the same way as Ash, spectral chains wrap around him as if the spell was binding him to his new master. He struggled as best he could, but under the same weakening effect as the cuffs he found himself.
With a foggy mind, feeling like what he’d assume being drugged would feel like, Desman rolled over and stared at the strobe ceiling he had found himself under. It took a long time for any processable thoughts to come to the human's mind but even that was just complaining. Too wet, too cold, too dusty, too quiet.
It was the last one that got his brain into gear! Why was there no sound? It was because there were no people. No people meant… Des shot up, an internal panic making his heart race as he looked around his imprisonment for any trace of Ash.
That’s when Ash’s stomach had had enough of this sickness feeling, she’d shared his assumed drugged feeling and it was not settling very well. There was some rustling of moldy hay as she rolled over and crawled away from her bed corner and towards the bars at random. She barely stuck her head into the bars before spewing the mostly liquefied contents of her stomach onto the dirty stain covered floors.
The noise in sudden silence alarmed the distressed man, but once he looked over to see the familiar woman curled up and head bent down as she threw up he felt both relief and sadness.
“Ash.” He came to the edge of his cage but even if he reached through the bars he wouldn’t be able to touch her. He wished he could at least hold her hair back for her, it was a mess and covered her face like a classic horror monster from a well. His body sank, physically weak from the relief he had of at least having her near. “Thank goodness, I thought I’d never see you again.”
She hurled again, making it hard to know if his words were even getting through - or if they were even meant for her ears. She gripped the bars gently and groaned the same way anyone would if they’d just hacked up a partially digested meal.
“Don’t worry about that kind of stuff, Des.” She said, reaching up and touching her sweaty forehead. She felt like the first time she’d drank, back when she was only 15 and new to alcohol. She couldn’t see any vomit in her hair, but couldn’t really care right now. She pushed the hair back to reveal the face he’d known for only a few days now. “I have an app that lets me find you.”
“That’s.. Kind of... Creepy.” He said plainly.
“It’s called ‘Vita Compass’. It stores your body’s signature so that I can use it to find you if you ever get lost.” She informed him, rubbing her chin free of the soup that was her vomit. “Or if you get separated from me in the pits of hell. I was using it when we were tracking Jak back in Coruscant. Remember when we had just met?” Has it really only been an about a week?
“Weeks? By my accord, it's only been a few days.” He said matter-of-factly.
“Has it? I haven’t really been paying attention. Someone kept me in his bed for most of it.” Ash smirked, despite the situation she was able to tease him - which he most certainly could tell that she was talking about him.
Desman turned away from her, but she got the sense that he wore the biggest smile in the Underverse at that moment. Optionally he was hiding his face from her to not let her know how red his face could get in this form.
Ash couldn’t help but enjoy his reaction, laughing at it quietly.
He cleared his throat a bit forcefully before turning back to her, apparently regained his composure. “Well, either way, I think it's lucky that we wound up in the same place.”
“Luck has nothing to do with it.” A voice interrupted their conversation, the waft of cigar smoke assaults their noses. Then came the calm and cool steps of a heavy set man. He was shorter than most males, slightly shorter than Desman’s full standing height. On his shoulder was the hilted sword of her Ultramarine boyfriend, in his free hand Red Devil’s Quil. “It’s called strategy, Zdenka knew what he was doing when he priced the girl. He put the cigar in his mouth and puffed at it for a moment, staring at the bruised colored demoness he bought. “Problem is, I don’t think he was trying to psych people out with that, I’m afraid I just spent a shit ton of money on a glorified sex doll.”
Ash had a split second to decide how to react to that. She could play the victim, or play up the sex. She wiped the vomit off the corner of her mouth with her arm and nodded at the blade, throwing the other options out the window. “Give me that dagger and I’ll show you my kind of glory hole.”
The stranger gave a smirk. “There it is, that’s what I paid for. Sass.” He informed, moving over towards her and looking her over. She could just make out the reds over his irises in the blackness that was the rest of his eyes. She felt them run over her briefly, then he did it again, but more slowly this time. “You were recently heavily wounded, he reached in with the hand he held the cigar in and grabbed the lapel of her jacket on the left side. His fat fingers grip it and pull it aside so he can look at her wounds. “Gunshot wounds?” He questioned, but she didn’t answer. “Look like slugs or bigger.” He said to himself thoughtfully, inspecting it a bit more.
He followed the line of her shirt down into her now visible cleavage. His eyes lingered on her chest a bit, then his hand followed. He waited for her to pull away in disgust, but she remained as still as a statue. Except the quick of her head when she realized what he was doing. He slipped his finger into her shirt and pulled it back to look inside her shirt, getting distracted from her modest chest size by the nasty wound right through her heart.
He let the tight shirt snap back into place before he brought the cigar back to his lips and huffed at it in though. “I’ll have to take a better look at you when you’re completely healed, but I guess since you're still kicked after a shot to the heart you will do.” He then turned to his other slave. Desman hadn’t had a clear view of what he’d been doing, but inspection captured the action pretty well. “Your file says you specialize in energy weapons.” He glanced the guy over, now that he’s shirtless his new master could see that he wasn’t damaged all that badly. “We’ll start with you.” He turned back around, the girl hasn’t moved an inch. He then starts to walk away. “See you in the morning, Human.”
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