The Imp and the Paladin by T. Prince, tk_prince@hotmail.se A female imp banished to Earth faces off against a pretentious paladiness. It had now been seven long months since Nix was banished from the Abyss. The eccentric female imp had played an ill-timed prank on a self-serious demon chieftain, who had reacted in a predictably humorless manner: he had promptly cast her out of her fiery home regions and dropped her off on the material plane, which was notorious among demonkind for being one of the dullest places in the entire planar universe. Nix had quickly discovered that getting along in this well-ordered, human-infested place was difficult for a demon, even one as small as her. Being no taller than three and a half feet, Nix had the appearance of a shapely young woman with plump curves and a round, lively face. However, her light red skin, tiny horns, black bat's wings and lizard's tail ensured that she would never be taken for a human. Hounded by pious clerics and high-falutin' paladins, Nix had finally found refuge in an old windmill in the tiny, uneventful village of Roadmeet. Although safe in her temporary home, it took only a day for Nix to become painfully bored with her new life. Hiding from all the oafish farmers and their stupid wives made her feel depressed. Her anarchic, mischievous spirit was craving urgent release. Soon, rumors began spreading of strange happenings in the quiet little village. Pigs were routinely escaping from their pens and stampeding through the village square. People's trousers and skirts were being pulled down by an unseen presence. Farmers claimed that their hair and beards had been shaved off mysteriously while they were sleeping. Two milkmaids had been poked in the butt with a pitchfork. After a few months, the villagers had come together and agreed to put an end to the embarassing disturbances. Because the last victim, a seventeen year-old girl who had tripped over a wire and fallen into a plate of mush, had turned around in time to see a red tail disappear around the corner, it seemed likely that the perpetrator was of demonkind. Because of this, the village elders had gone to the city to seek aid from the paladins -- the holiest of holy warriors, and the world's most fearless vanquishers of unholy creatures. And so it was, that on a depressingly beautiful morning in the insufferably wholesome little village, Harmonia Silvershield -- elite paladin and member of the Sacred Order of the Watchful -- arrived in Roadmeet to free its denizens from the fiendish menace. Nix, watching from a hole in the wall, observed the woman as she came walking up to the windmill, the entire population of the village trailing excitedly behind her. Harmonia, as could be expected, was spectacularly beautiful -- a statuesque woman with fair skin, auburn hair and lustruous blue eyes. Although well-shaped in all the places that accentuate a woman's femininity, she moved with such a grace and self-control, and seemed so driven by righteous zeal, that not even the crudest men in the group seemed to look at her with lust. She was dressed in a dazzlingly white tunic emblazoned with a blue and gold sun-in-splendour, the symbol of some paladin deity, over a long-sleeved chainmail undershirt and chainmail leggings. In short, she was one hell of a paladiness. "Fun's over, kids, Miss Goody Two-Shoes is here to make life boring again," Nix said to herself, sticking out her tongue at the pious intruder. The paladin began by drawing symbols in the earth around the windmill. Nix immediately began to feel a prickly pain in her skin, as if bathing in tiny needles. She understood what was going on: the paladin was using holy symbols, which caused intense discomfort to all demons, to cut off all Nix's escape routes, which would finally force Nix to evacuate through the main entrance and run straight into her arms. Not wanting to give the holy strumpet the satisfaction of drawing her out, Nix simply got up and walked out of the windmill by herself, to the gasps and shrieks of the peasants. "There's the fiend! She's got horns -- a real devil, she is!" a peasant woman screamed. "Kill it! Kill it!" yelled a man. Harmonia walked up to Nix with slow, triumphant steps, dangling a holy symbol in front of her. Nix rolled her eyes at her theatrics. "Demon!" the paladin cried in a high-strung voice. "In the name of Aom, the Sun God, you will be smitten down for your crimes, and sent back to that pit from whence you came!" "Oh, gimme a break, will you?" the imp said, drawing even more gasps from the peasants. "It talks! It understands us!" an elderly peasant yelled. "Sure I can, but given the intelligence level of most conversations in this dump, most of the time I wish I couldn't!" "What did it say? Is it mocking us?" a woman shouted in exasperation. "Oh for crying out loud, lady, do I really look like an 'it' to you? Really? Come on, look," Nix said, lifting her tail and showing off her tush to the crowd, "how do these curves signify anything but 'pure woman' to you?" She caressed her own buttock and gave it a smack, drawing sounds of outrage from the peasants. "Do not panic! Remember that we are dealing with a demon," Harmonia said, calming the crowd with a wave of her hand. "Demons are a depraved kind. They take great delight in indecent behavior, such as this." "Indecent?" the imp said, smiling incredulously. "What's wrong about showing off a nice-looking set of curves? Actually, I'm surprised you've never tried it yourself, considering that you're packing some pretty decent equipment, at least in the frontal department (can't vouch for the rear, yet)..." This prompted actual shouts of anger from the peasants. "How dare you insult the honor of Lady Harmonia!" one man yelled, possibly frothing at the mouth. "Insult how? If having a shapely pair makes you a dishonorable person, then my stating the obvious is not going to do the Lady's already dismal honor any harm (and let's not get started on that of your two, erm, top-heavy daughters...)" "Enough, imp," Harmonia said, her melodramatic expression having been replaced with one of total contempt, "Your lewd remarks do not intimidate me, and I do not care whether my body pleases you or not." "Hey, Miss Chastity, I never say it pleased me; your "innocent" mind must have filled in those details by itself. In actuality, even with my flexible sexual preferences I'd probably kick you out of bed simply because your personality is so damn annoying. Of course, some more... sadistic ideas do come to mind-" "Silence!" Here, Harmonia promptly drew her sword and begun advancing upon Nix. "We have all heard enough of your filth. Time to die!" With those words, the paladin swung her sword toward her smaller foe, who took a step aside to avoid the blow. The peasants were cheering now, chanting for their white knight to "kill the beast" and "send her back to the fires". Ungrateful bastards, Nix thought, trying to imagine how dull the village must have been before she showed up and turned it into what she considered to be a first rate funhouse. The paladiness now thrust her sword downwards, as if trying to skewer Nix from head to toe. The imp, thinking on her feet, took a dive between the paladin's ankles and came out behind her just as she plunged her sword into the ground. Nix used the ensuing brief moment of confusion to reach up under the skirt of Harmonia's tunic and unhook the fastening mechanisms on her leg armor, causing the chainmail leggings to plummet to the ground, and exposing her smooth white legs. "I just figured it's unfair for you to have armor on, when I clearly don't," Nix chirped as the paladin spun around and begun hacking away at the air, as the imp backed away from each strike and giggled at the paladiness' frustration. "Kill it! It is trying to escape!" a peasant shouted. But Nix was only awaiting the right opportunity to strike. When Harmonia executed a particularly powerful blow, swinging her sword over her head like a woodcutter chopping wood, Nix rolled between her legs and spun around behind her, facing the paladin's back. She then jumped into the air whilst kicking hard toward Harmonia's legs, each foot hitting the paladiness hard in the sensitive pits of her knees. With a groan, the proud paladin toppled over and fell flat on her backside like a clumsy child. The imp casually walked up to her and bent over in front of her face, mooning her at close range. "Why don't you take a whiff of this!" she said, thrusting her butt right into Harmonia's startled face, to the absolute shock of the crowd. She went on grinding her fiery red cheeks against the squirming paladin's nose for several seconds before the latter managed to disengage her face from the demon's bum and retreat, disgusted. When Harmonia came charging at her again, it was with a marked decline in self-control. Her fair cheeks had grown pink with humiliation, and her eyebrows were furrowed in anger and puzzlement. She seemed to realize that the fight was more evenly matched than she had anticipated. As she came rushing toward the imp, Nix dodged both her incoming blows and tackled Harmonia hard in the belly. Although the chainmail hurt Nix' shoulder something fierce, the blow distracted the paladin long enough for the imp to kick the paladin once in each shin, and send her falling helplessly forward. Harmonia landed hard -- her bosom taking most of the blow -- with an agonized grunt. As she got up on her hands and knees to crawl to safety, Nix casually reached forward and flipped up the skirt of her tunic. Since she was no longer wearing leg armor, Harmonia's white linen undershorts were now visible to the entire crowd. An outraged gasp went through the peasant crowd, and several of the men and women averted their eyes in fear and embarassment. To see an actual paladiness in such a stage of undress felt like a heresy, as if something holy and pure was being corrupted. Her undignified position -- crawling on all fours like a pet -- and the undergarment -- thin, feminine linen hugging her round buttocks -- made her look like a cheap tart rather than a valiant upholder of good and order. Nix smiled at the crowd's horror, and then turned to her foe's protruding back- side, wiggling as she crawled toward safety. "Well, I guess we can all vouch for your rear now," she quipped, and gave the fair-skinned rump a frisky pinch. "You disgusting little... beast!" the paladin cried as she got to her feet and smoothed down her skirt over her rear, discreetly rubbing the place that had been pinched. Her face was flushed, her brown hair a bit dissheveled, and she looked on the verge of tears. "I'll make you pay for that, you can be sure of it!" But Nix was only getting warmed up. When Harmonia began hacking away at the air again, the imp took a nimble jump, landed on and bounced off the tip of the paladin's sword, and began to hover in the air in front of her face. With short blood-curdling battle shrieks the imp then began slapping Harmonia in the face, smacking her head left, right, left, right, left, right until the paladin's cheeks had gone from white to pink to hot red. She finished off with a hard kick to the underside of Harmonia's chin, which caused the paladin's blue eyes to spin in their sockets before she fell flat on her fanny again. This time, Nix grabbed the collar of the paladin's tunic and ripped it from hem to hem. She pulled off the garment and threw it casually over her shoulder, and then went to work on Harmonia's chainmail shirt. Finally, Harmonia's clothing had been reduced to a minimum: a tiny leather vest ending around her navel, and the white undershorts, which had become streaked with dirt. The prudish paladin, feeling the eyes of the community on her body, at first tried her best to cover up, but her modesty quickly gave way to blind rage. Screaming like a banshee she jumped at Nix, and managed to land on top of the tiny demon, nearly squashing her under her weight. Nix, who had been caught completely off guard by this reckless maneuver, suddenly found herself to be stuck. She tried to wiggle herself loose, but only managed to free her head. Twisting her neck, she quickly realized that she was looking up at Harmonia's crotch, and that the soft patch pressing against her chest must be the paladin's pubic mound. Smiling evilly, Nix began to work her arms inward toward her body until her right hand was free. She then slipped two of her fingers under the unsuspecting paladin's undershorts and, anticipating the hell that were to break loose, jammed them deep into the tight cleft of her vagina. "OOOOOHHHHHH!!" The shock seemed to paralyze Harmonia, and her body went stiff as a plank. This made her body weigh down even heavier on Nix, who promptly decided to take the violation one step further. She freed her second hand and eased two more fingers into the paladin's slit, stretching it to twice the size. That worked instantly. With a terrified squeal, Harmonia flew up from the ground clutching her violated cooch, freeing the imp. Nix quickly caught up with her, leaping into the air and grabbing hold of the paladin's long, silky hair. With a furious tug, she pulled the fleeing paladin off her feet, and sent her plummeting to the ground on her back. Nix sat down on the woman's heaving midsection and stared intently into her face. Harmonia's knightly pathos had been whisked away completely, and when she resisted now, she looked more like a stubborn child with her pouty lips and furiously single-minded gaze. "You shameless little monster..." Harmonia hissed, and a small tear squeezed out of her eye. "I'll mount your head on my wall after I'm through with you!" "Oh, you're still on that track, I see," Nix said. "In that case, maybe I should try something new!" The imp turned her gaze to the paladin's firm breasts, which stood out large and pointy through the fabric of her vest. She slapped each of them gently, and watched them jiggle to a stop. She then began to whack them harder, playing the ripe boobs like a bongo drum, delighting in the accompanying whimpers and moans from her captive. "Wow, I haven't had this much fun playing bongo tits since that time a succubus got stuck in my chimney! And lemme tell you that she-devil had some bouncy bazongas..." Nix mused as she pounded Harmonia's just barely covered mammaries up and down, up and down. As the boob-drumming went on, an internal conflict was taking place in the minds of each of the spectators. On one hand, they wanted the force of order and good to prevail, but on the other, the continued domination and humiliation of the aloof, untouchable paladin at the hands of the much smaller imp had begun to make them curiously excited. Although they would never admit it, there was something extra gratifying about seeing such a spotless woman, whose profession and morals put her above common lusts, being stripped forcibly of her white clothing and falling gracelessly on her perfect butt. In fact, they were secretly elated that such a thing was happening and that there was nothing they, being mere onlookers, had to do about it. By the time Nix had pounded Harmonia's firm boobs so hard and so thoroughly that, if put to the test, they would probably be fully capable of lactating butter, the paladin was laying sprawled out and groaning, no longer putting up any resistance. "Oh come on!" Nix whined, "This is no fun. I'd never have expected a paladin to give up so easily! I mean, for crying out loud, being valiant is your job!" Harmonia squirmed and groaned, without responding. Nix untied the paladin's leather vest and let it slip to the ground, revealing her milky white breasts to the gasping crowd. Still no reaction. "All right, I know what'll get you on your feet," the imp said, now a bit frustrated. She calmly walked over to a nearby haybale, out of which the handle of a common farming tool was sticking out. Using the tool, Nix laboriously flipped the lying paladin over on her stomach, and then positioned its three sharp points gently against her helplessly exposed tush, so that each of the two outer points poked into the center of a compact buttock, and the third point (which was slightly longer) passed in between the cheeks and seemed to fit perfectly into the tiny, slightly vibrating cavity in its center. "Now let's see if we can get your useless butt moving!" Nix cried and jammed the pitchfork into the paladin's bum. "AAAAAOOOOOHHHHH!!!" Harmonia wailed as she leapt to her feet, and stood for a while rubbing the burning flesh of her skewered rump. She was perfectly aware that something intensely sharp had just penetrated her in a place where she had never in her wildest dreams expected to be penetrated, and the cold, metallic sensation was still vibrating disgustingly through the rear portion of her body. When she turned around, she was shocked to see the imp approach her carrying -- of all things -- a large pitchfork, and smiling a particularly demonic smile at that. Harmonia looked around for support, but found none. Instead, the villagers were now whispering to each other and uttering lewd remarks, and a few actually laughing in what struck her as a particularly menacing tone. In fact, to see the high-falutin' crusader become so comically dominated and humiliated in racy ways had slowly awakened their voyeuristic appetites. So confidently had the little imp snatched away Harmonia's halo and plucked off her angel wings that the paladin no longer seemed heroic and perfect, but rather a disappointing fraud -- and also, now that they felt entitled to be candid, quite a humorless, pretentious, prudish brat. And now that she had been taken down from her pedestal, and appeared to them merely a curvy milk-skinned woman shivering in her clingy white panties, she seemed perfectly within reach of their most base erotic fantasies. They were all secretly looking forward to seeing the snooty tart get her comeuppance at the hands of the frisky, perverted imp, and seeing her pure blue eyes widen with fear only widened their cruel smiles accordingly. Panicking, Harmonia tried to flee into the crowd, only to run into the hairy chest of a bear-like hulk of a man. "Fleeing the battle? Brave Lady Harmonia?" the villager thundered. "And here we were, reckoning on you to save us from the evil fiend!" "Let me through!" the paladin commanded, but her voice sounded puny and conceited, like that of a stuck-up teenager. "Why don't you fulfill your promise to the poor denizens of Roadmeet first?" the villager said with a smile. "After all, I thought that paladins were supposed to keep their word!" Harmonia could come up with no answer to that, and so the villager placed his rough hands around the paladin's delicate waist and hoisted her kicking and flailing into the air, spun her around, and put her down in the direction of the grinning imp, who was picking her teeth with her long, red fingernails. "Now get on with it!" the villager croaked and gave the hesitating paladin a thundering slap across her tender buttocks, sending her staggering forward as the rest of the villagers broke into derisive laughter. Feeling shocked and betrayed by the whole community, Harmonia instantly turned back toward the villagers, her lips trembling and tears welling up in her accusing eyes. Some of the villagers, knowing what an outrageously stupid thing this was to do given the situation, began biting their hands in anticipation. "Shame on you! Shame on you all!" Harmonia wailed to the villagers. "The world is in a dire state when a paladin can be betrayed by the people she is trying to help! You are a village of corrupt people, of immoral people!" Unbeknownst to poor Harmonia, however, the villagers' eyes were not on her face but fixed on the side of her waist, where Nix had silently cut the side of the paladin's linen undershorts from hem to hem, and was now holding them up to prevent them from falling to her ankles. "I see now that you do not deserve my help, nor did you ever! I, a paladin of the Sacred Order of the Watchful, who stooped to help you in your time of need-" Suddenly, the crowd exploded into laughter and cheers. It took Harmonia a while to understand why, but when she finally looked down she discovered to her absolute horror that her undergarments had been whisked away from her body, leaving her generously proportioned, unruly brown bush on perfect display. Before Harmonia had time to scream over this ultimate indignity, the razor-sharp points of the pitchfork came plunging into three new places on her unprotected, and now fully nude, derriere. "Maybe this'll finally shut you up!" the imp cackled. "AAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!" the paladiness squealed in a combined response to both of the aforementioned disasters (but mainly the second one). Now losing both her calm and good sense, Harmonia began running as fast as she could, her ample breasts and full buttocks swaying in rhythm with each step. Nix, who could fly, instantly caught up with her, and remained hovering two feet behind, sticking the pitchfork at regular intervals into her jiggling, ivory-colored buns. "AAAAHHHH!!!" "OOOOHHHHH!!" "Plea-AOOOHHHHH!!" "No, don-OWOWOWOWWW!!" "EEEEKKKKK!!" "Well, well, what an appropriate outcome," Nix mused to her wailing prey as she kept jabbing the weapon into the paladin's swaying backside, now having settled into an addictive rhythm. "You know, this is probably the closest I'll ever come to being that devil from the paintings, you know the one who gooses an angel with a pitchfork? That's always been my dream, actually -- poking one of them prissy angels in the heinie with this thing, and watch her twinkling eyes go wide with shock. But me being a mere little imp, that'll probably never happen-" "AAAAOOOHHH!!" "*sob* No, not a-EEEEEEEKKKKK!!!" "*sniff* OOOOOHHHHHHHH!!" Suddenly, Harmonia changed course and began running straight toward one of the villagers, who was carrying a torch. Nix guessed what she was about to do, and braced herself for it going spectacularly wrong. The flustered paladin snatched the torch out of the man's hands, and turned to face the imp again. The man, who was now standing only inches away from Harmonia's luscious bare ass, made a lewd gesture with his hands, which prompted roaring laughter and whistles from the rest of the crowd. "You think you're the only one who can play outside the rulebook?" the flustered paladin hissed, wielding the torch like a sword between herself and her foe. "Well, think again, you hell-tart! I'll burn you to a crisp for what you've done!" But only a split second after Harmonia had finished her speech, Nix made a swift jump forward -- powered by her wings -- and sank her small red feet into the buxom paladin's soft tits, one foot plunging into each gelatinous boob and flattening them both like pancakes. The impact caused Harmonia to rocket backwards, past the villager who had just mimicked having his way with her, and land flat on her blistering backside, legs akimbo. The torch went spiraling into the air, and then landed hazardously between her inner thighs, the burning tip only inches away from her thick, brown bush. An "oooohh" went through the entire crowd, and Harmonia, hardly believing her luck, breathed a sigh of relief. But Nix, who knew a few minor spells, only had to say a handful of secret words, after which a tiny gust of wind appeared in the worst possible direction. The flame engulfed the paladin's entire bush in a quick, white hot flash. A tenth of a second later, her pubic region had been rendered perfectly hairless, the pink strip along the middle now perfectly smooth and glistening with perspiration. Harmonia flew up with a girlish squeal and begun brushing down her burned privates as if they were still on fire, prompting laughter and applause from the crowd. Suddenly, there was a commotion. Apparently, one of the more humorless villagers had sent for a local cleric in the hopes of putting an end to the charade, and the latter had now appeared in the midst of the crowd, stunned at what he was seeing. "Enough of this!" he shouted, silencing the crowd. "I was led to believe that Lady Harmonia had been called to deal with this disturbance! Why is she not yet here? Who is this tart, and why does she not have any clothes on? Why are none of you helping her? I demand answers!" "Sir, because, uh," a villager began, barely able to contain his laughter, "because you see, uh, the tart is Lady Harmonia, and she hasn't really dealt with the disturbance, because, uh, the disturbance turned on her and gave her a good spankin'. And, uh, we're not helpin' her because, uh, it's fun to watch." The cleric's mouth fell open. He felt a pang of disgust at seeing the respected paladin roll around on the ground and being smacked on the rear -- by a pathetic little imp, no less! -- and he knew that when word came out of this, people's respect for the Sacred Order of the Watchful would plummet like a stone. The head paladin would surely take it upon himself to give Harmonia a severe punishment, if not excommunicate her from the order entirely. Either way, her prestige would more or less be reduced to zero. When the cleric sprang into action, and began casting some sort of spell, Nix knew that her time was up. Although the temples preferred to send paladins to kill any visiting demons, experienced clerics knew how to banish them to their native planes through magical means. This, however, was a costly procedure, which is why it was always seen as a last resort. "Yes, send her back quickly!" Harmonia yelled, her eyes dark with vengeance. "Cast her back into the pit where she belongs!" However, as soon as the spell was treading into effect, Nix jumped forward and wrapped her arms around the paladin's ivory-white midriff, holding her in front of herself like a shield. The next moment, the world around Nix disappeared. *** "OOF!" "AAH!" When she finally landed, the imp landed face first in what felt like the cleft between two round pillows, softening her fall. When she raised her head, she saw that the airbags that had absorbed her landing were in fact two round white ass cheeks, and that she was lying on the back of another person, with her legs spread out on each side of that person's head. Smiling devilishly, Nix pinched one of the firm buttocks, but got no response. Clearly, taking the fall for them both had knocked Lady Harmonia unconscious. The imp looked around, expecting to feel at home, but was disappointed to see only dark, cavernous walls, shadows and stalagmites. Suddenly, she felt something stirring beneath her. Harmonia's face eventually appeared from beneath the patch of dissheveled brown hair. "W-where am I?" the paladin asked, sounding weak and frightened. "Not in my old neighborhood, that's for sure," Nix mumbled, "or you would have received a much livelier welcome. The spell must have misfired somewhat, so we ended up in Limbo instead of my place. I guess you can thank your lucky star for that -- I shudder to think what the Stygian Triplets (they're succubi) would do if they caught sight of your lily white rump and its tight little virgin hole..." "No, this is not possible!" Harmonia whimpered. "It cannot be! Oh cruel fate, to be marooned in Limbo... forever!" "Oh, don't be silly, honeybuns," Nix cut in, "it's not *forever*. Banishment doesn't work permanently on denizens of the material plane. In fact, I'd say eight hours, tops, and then you'll be back in the same spot you were before. Now, as for *me*, I have to find an actual way out of this dump..." "Eight hours?" Suddenly, Harmonia's voice regained some of its former confidence. "On second thought, eight hours alone with you might be exactly what I need. You have humiliated me in unspeakable ways, so it's no more than fair that you pay the price for it!" The naked paladin scrambled to her feet, and shoved Nix off from her back- side. The imp made a graceful backwards somersault and landed on her feet, buffeted by her wings. "Oh, get a sense of humor, why don't ya," Nix chirped, "I'm sure those farmers would agree that I put on one hell of a show for them. It's the golden rule of show business, you know: give the audience what they didn't know they already wanted. Turns out what they already wanted was to see an uptight toffee-nosed bitch like you be brought back down to earth, and poked in the ass a few times..." "Shut up! Shut your filthy little mouth!" Harmonia roared, and lunged forward toward the imp. She managed to grab hold of Nix's tail, and began reeling her in. "I cannot tell you how much I will enjoy these next eight hours, when righteous vengeance will finally be en... finally be... what's that...?" Harmonia had noticed the peculiar sounds coming from all directions. Suddenly, the cavern was echoing with titters, whistles and high-pitched, demonic voices. "Oh yeah, forgot to tell you," Nix said, collecting her tail from the paladin's slack hands, "just because I don't live in Limbo, doesn't mean I don't have friends here." Harmonia's face turned white as a sheet, and she began to walk slowly backwards until she was greeted with the familiar sensation of three sharp tips gently nudging her buns. With a gasp, she turned around to see another grinning imp -- this one with purple skin -- come creeping out of the shadows brandishing an ominous-looking black pitchfork. A bit further away, two more imps appeared, one with lime green skin and the other sickly yellow, carrying a roll of rough-looking rope and a flaming torch, respectively. "This has to be the daintiest-looking human I've ever seen!" the yellow imp hissed, squinting in the torchlight. "Look at the way she blushes and covers up her titties, like some prissy little angel!" "I bet she washes five times a day. Ugh, she smells like flowers," the green one remarked with disgust. "And take a look at that pearly skin, those baby blue peepers. She's like purity incarnate. Where did you get hold of this one, Nix? Were you raiding a convent?" the purple imp asked, licking his lips. "Oh, better than that. She's a *paladin*," Nix said. "A paladin! No kidding!? Well, I'll be damned," the green imp cooed, "figuratively speaking, of course." "No! Go away! Don't come closer!" Harmonia yelled, her eyes blazing with fear. "Will ya listen to that voice? Like a little princess," the purple imp said, slapping the side of his pitchfork against his hand. "I bet her prim little butthole is so tight you couldn't fit a thread of silk into it if you tried!" "Oh, you'll be able to fit a good deal more into it when I'm through with her!" the yellow imp added with a mischievous cackle. At this point, more imps were appearing out of the shadows by the minute -- one carrying a rusty iron paddle, another a set of brushes and a bowl of paint, the third one a bag full of strange, thorny fruits, the fourth one a leather whip, the fifth one a slingshot, and finally the last one a large, dripping candle. "Actually, paladiness, I know exactly how much you will enjoy the next eight hours, and I assure you it won't be very much," Nix whispered in Harmonia's ear, before she gently tied a string of coarse rope around her wrists and ankles, and gave her a slight shove, sending her falling like a tree and landing with flattening force on her ripe tits. The fall caused Harmonia's shapely ass to rocket up, like the back body of a caterpillar, ideally showcasing her ivory-hued cheeks, smooth cooch and tiny pink anus to dozens of eyes hungry to ravish them. THE END