WARNING: This story contains graphic violence, nudity and f/f and m/f rape. It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by mature adults above the age of twenty-one.
 

Savagely whipped beyond divine endurance, Ultrairia swore she would be the vengeful Chlorisinda's slave. The merciless nymph demanded that Ultrairia's submission be degradingly physical. "Kiss your Mistress's ass, to seal your vow!" Chlorisinda snickered, triumphantly. Atrocious pain robbing her of the divine pride and dignity of a Goddess, the subjugated Ultrairia slavishly obeyed the vile command; the heartless devil, Chlorisinda, truly owned her, divine body and soul.

Chlorisinda kicked off her own shoes, and snarled: "Now, that we understand each other, SLAVE-SLUT, GIVE me those green boots, you're so proud of, AND be quick about it!"

Sobbing and whimpering in misery, the welts of Chlorisinda's fiendish whip still burning her flesh, Ultrairia surrendered the boots, seemingly the last vestiges of her divinity, to her cruel, new Mistress.

Chortling in triumph, Chlorisinda donned the boots of the Goddess, and inspected them critically. "They're not as shiny as I'd like them! Lick them clean!" She snapped, glorying in her mastery over the defeated, enslaved Green Goddess.

Bound by her base vow of servitude, and more surely bound by her newborn terror of Chlorisinda,  Ultrairia sobbingly bowed her head and obeyed her harsh Mistress's command.

Chlorisinda kept her weeping, divine slave at the degrading task long after every inch of the boots glistened. Finally though, her thirst for vengeance sated for the moment, or more likely eager to proceed to its next stage, she snapped, "Enough!" kicking the weeping goddess away. She arrogantly strutted around the foul chamber, to display her plundered new footwear before their rightful owner.

Satisfied that the boots suited her, Chlorisinda glanced back ot the forlorn figure crouching miserably at her feet.

"Every Mighty Sorceress needs a familiar, you know! Let me introduce you to Mine! You'll come to know him WELL! Come here, Igon!" Chlorisinda called to a shadowy figure, skulking in a dark corner of the evil cavern.

A horrifying creature, from the lowest reaches of the Netherworld slunk from the shadows, its eyes glittering with fiendish lust, as they hungrily devoured Ultrairia's shapely form.

"A little helper, I acquired in the lower reaches of that infernal place you sent me to! He's not very smart, but he is of great use to me! I like to reward him, from time to time! He likes beautiful females, but you'll do, won't she, Igon?"

Green Goddess gulped in new terror, at sight of the loathsome Igon; she shivered in dread as its evilly glittering stare lustfully ravished her voluptuous, nude curves; she couldn't tear her terror-stricken eyes from its monstrous penis, throbbing threateningly with excitement.

No! No! Surely Chlorisinda, even in all her vengeful depravity, didn't intend this foul abomination to violate the eternal chastity of the Virgin Goddess?

As Chlorisinda licked her lips, in relish, the fiendish creature boldly pawed Ultrairia's shapely body, an unattainable dream of the mightiest, through the ages. The enslaved goddess leaped to her feet in alarm, screaming in disgust and terror, pleading with Chlorisinda to send the horrifying, lascivious monster away.

Before the terrified Goddess could flee in disgust, Igon caught her slim waist, in its fiendish grip, while the demonic Chlorisinda encouraged her ghastly pet.

Robbed of divine strength by the fiendish collar, Ultrairia couldn't escape the rutting Igon, even though she struggled with the frantic terror of a wild creature in a trap, to preserve her virtuous chastity.

Then with one brutal thrust, the bestial, gibbering monster robbed Ultrairia of her ages long maidenhood. Chlorisinda laughed in spiteful delight, to see the proud goddess's precious virginity sacrificed, not pleasurably to some handsome demi-god or mortal hero, but with frightful pain to an ugly, slavering, moronic beast of the Netherworld.

"Hah! You deserve nothing better than Igon to deflower you, Bitch!"

From a small casket long held in readiness for this moment of vengeance, Chlorisinda removed a hellish, outsized dildo, and strapped it about her eager loins. Her vengeance couldn't be complete until she participated in Ultrairia's degradation and ruin. She would add immeasurably to the goddess's pain and suffering, by anally raping her at the same time that Igon brutishly ravished her maidenly flower.

Driven nearly mad by the pain of Igon's giant tool assaulting her delicate genitalia with hammering force, Ultrairia was oblivious to Chlorisinda creeping upon her from behind, until the evil nymph's even larger phallus rammed into her even tinier anus with horrifying force.

The two obscenely oversized phalluses pounded deeply, into divinely delicate, virginal passages that were almost split apart by their horrendous size. Viciously assaulted from front and rear, the virtuous Ultrairia, with cosmic injustice, suffered those torments reserved for none but the vilest of creatures condemned to the lowest reaches of the Netherworld.

After what seemed an eternity, Igon's demon seed spurted deep into Ultrairia's abused body, inflicting its own scalding pain. The brutish abomination, its feral lust temporarily sated, withdrew from her defiled body. Chlorisinda gave a few more ramming thrusts, and then withdrew her own hellish dildo, as well. The horrible pain of the brutish violation hardly eased in the over stretched wounded passages of Ultrairia's two most delicate and sensitive orifices.

Grinning wolfishly, Chlorisinda ordered the abjectly suffering goddess to take the evil dildo into her sweet mouth and clean it. Dazedly overwhelmed by frightful agony, Ultrairia hardly comprehended the vile command.

It took a brutal slap across the face for emphasis, before Ultrairia grasped her contemptible
servile duty, and tearfully acquiesced.

Only a few hours since, she was an all-powerful goddess, but to the broken, enslaved Ultrairia, that was already a half forgotten memory. For a terrifyingly subjugated slave every command of her Mistress, no matter how vile and degrading, was beyond dispute. Gagging in distress, overwhelmed by the horrifying pain of her violation, fastidious Ultrairia weepingly, but obediently, took the filthy horror into her mouth, and slobberingly cleansed it.

Once satisfied, that the dildo gleamed as brightly as her new boots, Chlorisinda ordered Divine Ultrairia to similarly service the bestial Igon. The Goddess, her will and spirit broken, stripped of every vestige of divine pride, obsequiously obeyed her demonic mistress, and took the vile monstrosity's oversized penis into her mouth, with another sobbing gag of disgust.

Igon's seemingly inexhaustible demon seed spurted a second time, burning like a powerful acid,  flooding Ultrairia's mouth and throat, and almost drowning her. Sickened by the outrage, the defiled divinity seemed likely to become physically ill. Chlorisinda about to go on to another facet of vengeful debauchery snorted in disgust, but paused a moment.